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freshl6ve · 5 months ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒.𝐒 | 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢��’ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, and he finds himself tangled in the sheets next to me. The early morning sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a warm glow on my peaceful face. He glances at his phone on the nightstand, checking the time before turning back to me, his lips drawn to the soft curve of my neck.

“Wake up, baby,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Happy birthday.”

I murmured sleepy sounds of protest as Chris starts peppering kisses on my neck, his warm lips trailing along my sensitive skin. I stir awake slightly, “Mmm” and “Hmmm” of pleasure escaping my lips. He smiles against my skin, enjoying the effect he's having on me.

Finally, his kisses find their way to my lips, capturing them in a slow, lazy kiss. “Morning,” he whispers between kisses.

I return the kiss, my lips still sleep-soft against his. “Mmm, good morning,” I mumble, my voice still heavy with sleep. His hands start to wander, drawing lazy patterns on my bare skin, and I can feel the heat building as his touch ignites a familiar need within me.

As our kiss breaks, Chris pulls back slightly, his gaze fixed on me with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine. “Did you sleep well, birthday girl?” he whispers against my lips, his voice low and hoarse with desire. His thumb brushes away a strand of hair from my face, caressing my cheek with a gentle touch as he waits for my response.

I smile, feeling a warm flutter in my chest at the nickname. “I slept well,” I reply, my voice still husky with sleep. “But it’s even better now that I’m awake with you.” My hands slide up his bare chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. I press a soft kiss to his chin, my eyes meeting his with a playful glimmer.

Chris grins, his eyes darkening with desire at the feel of my hands on his chest. “You know, I’ve been thinking about your birthday all week,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “And I have something special planned for you.”

My heart quickens at his words, and I let out a soft laugh. “Oh yeah?” I ask, my fingers tracing the muscles of his back. “Care to give me a hint?”

Chris smirks, his lips lingering near my ear as he whispers, “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” His breath is warm against my skin, sending tiny shivers down my spine. His hand glides down my side, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he teases, his fingers tracing along the edge of my sleep shorts.

I let out a soft moan as his fingers tease at the edge of my shorts, my body responding to his touch. “Come on,” I grumble, my voice still raspy with sleep. “Just give me a tiny hint.”

Chris laughs, his hand stilling on my hip. “You’re not going to get me to crack that easily, birthday girl,” he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Patience, baby. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Chris lets out a reluctant sigh, his hands pausing in their exploration of my skin. “The dressers will be here soon, though,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with disappointment at the interruption. “We should get up.”

I pout slightly, not quite ready to leave the comfort of his arms. I press my face into his chest, whining softly. “Can’t we just stay in bed a bit longer?”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He responds by leaning down, his lips capturing mine in a deep, gentle kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him in closer as I let myself melt into the kiss. For a few moments, everything else fades away, and it's just the two of us, lost in each other.

Chris breaks the kiss, his lips moving slowly down to my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. I tilt my head back, my breath coming in quick gasps as he finds the spot just below my ear that drives me wild. His hands roam over my body, caressing my curves with a possessive touch that makes my head spin.

Chris murmurs against my neck, his breath tickling my skin as he speaks. “It’s so hard to decide if I should give you your surprise now,” he whispers, his hands still roaming over my body, tracing the lines of my curves. “Or later.” He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking with mine, his eyes darkened with desire. “What do you think?”

I try to focus, my mind slightly hazy as his touch sends sparks of pleasure fluttering through me. “I thought you said the dressers were coming,” I manage to choke out, my breath catching in my throat.

Chris laughs softly, his expression filled with a mix of desire and amusement. “They can wait,” he replies, his fingers slowly tracing patterns on my bare skin. “We have time.”

Without warning, he crashes his lips onto mine again, the kiss hard and insistent, full of need and desire. My heart races as I cling to him, my hands tangling in his hair as I kiss him back, desperate for more. His tongue teases at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I moan softly against his mouth as I surrender to him completely.

The kiss deepens, growing more intense as his hands roam over my body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. I arch into him, my body pressing against his as the need for more, for closer, washes over me. As the kiss threatens to consume me, he pulls back, breaking it with a gasp. “God, you drive me crazy,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire.

Chris grips my waist, lifting me easily onto his lap, positioning me so I’m straddling him, my knees bracketing his hips. He leans back against the headboard, pulling me closer, his hands resting on the curves of my hips. I can feel the heat of his skin against me through the thin fabric of my shorts, my bare skin pressed against his bare chest. He pulls me closer, his hands sliding up my back as his lips find mine again in a fierce kiss.

The kiss is frenzied, desperate, as if he can't get enough. His tongue dances with mine, his hands pulling my hips down, pressing me against him in a way that makes my mind go blank. I can feel the heat and hardness of him through the thin barrier of our clothes, and my body responds with a need that borders on desperation.

I slowly raise my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscles and the quickened beat of his heart under my fingertips. They come to rest on either side of his neck, holding him close as I lean down to deepen the kiss. My body molds against his as I slant my lips over his, my tongue delving into his mouth, matching the fierce tenderness of his touch.

Our noses touch as our mouths slant over each other, our kisses growing hungrier with each passing moment. We break apart briefly, our breath mingling, before coming together again, this time peppering soft, gentle kisses on each other's lips. He lets out a low moan, the sound sending a shiver down my spine as his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer.

Chris breaks the kiss, his lips moving to my jaw as he slowly trails down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in their wake. I arch my neck, giving him better access, a soft moan escaping my lips. His hands glide over my bare skin, igniting little sparks of pleasure wherever he touches.

My hands find their way to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft, dark strands as I draw him closer, wanting more of his kisses, more of his touch. My heart races, and I shiver as his lips find a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear. I tug at his hair, pulling his head back slightly, desperate for another deep, frantic kiss.

Chris looks up at me, his gaze filled with yearning and hunger. His lips are pink and swollen from our aggressive kisses, and his expression is almost feral, like a man possessed. I meet his gaze, my own eyes dark with desire, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I feel overwhelmed, yet at the same time, completely consumed by need for him.

I trace my thumb over his lips, and he lets out a small, shuddering breath as he looks at me. His gaze locks onto mine, his eyes a deep, dark blue, filled with a mixture of yearning and desire. “Let me worship you, baby,” he whispers, his voice husky and rough. “It’s your day.”

His hands slide under the hem of my tank top, pushing it up, exposing my stomach to the cool air. He mouths kisses along my neck, his lips moving lower, his touch almost reverent. He slowly rises the fabric higher, his hands guiding it over my head, casting it aside, leaving me in only my shorts.

His lips trail down to my shoulders, gently kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. My head tilts to the side, my eyes closing as I revel in the feel of his touch. He moves on to my collarbone, his tongue tracing the curve before he sucks lightly on the skin, leaving behind a small mark.

A soft moan escapes my lips, his name slipping from my mouth like a whisper. “Chris...” I breathe out, my body arching against his. My hands tangle in his hair, holding him close, desperate for more of his touch.

The friction between us, our bodies separated by only the thin fabric of our lower clothes, sends a wave of heat through me. I shift slightly, adjusting my position on his lap, and a low moan escapes his lips as I press against him, feeling his reaction to me.

Chris's lips trail lower, leaving a scorching path from my collarbone down to the swell of my breasts. He pauses briefly, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, before capturing one of my nipples into his mouth.

He sucks gently at first, his tongue swirling around the hard peak, making me arch my back and let out a soft whimper. As he nurses from my breast, his other hand reaches up to play with the other one, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud.

A breathy moan escapes my lips as Chris’s talented mouth and hands work in tandem to drive me wild with desire. I bury my fingers in his hair, holding him close to my chest as I grind my hips against his, seeking more friction.

Chris looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his pupils dilated with arousal. As he continues to suck and tease my breasts, his free hand slowly slides down my body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts and slipping beneath the fabric.

He finds my slick heat and groans in approval, his fingers diving right in without hesitation. I gasp as he starts to rub my clit with his thumb, the other fingers curling inside me, stretching and preparing me for what's to come.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, I rock my hips against his hand, chasing the building tension. Chris’s mouth leaves my breast, and he looks up at me with a hungry gaze, his lips shiny with saliva. “Fuck, you’re so wet,”

He growls possessively, his fingers pumping faster inside me. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. “Chris,” I whimper, my nails digging into his scalp.

Chris kisses and nuzzles the sensitive skin under my chin, his lips trailing up to my neck as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers increase its speed and depth, hitting that magical spot inside me with every thrust. “God, yes,” I moan softly, throwing my head back to give him better access to my neck. His lips find that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking gently.

He sucks and nibbles at my neck, marking me as his own as his fingers work their magic inside me. “Chris, please,” I beg, my body tensing as I get closer to the edge. He can feel it, his fingers curling even more, hitting that spot perfectly.

His fingers go even deeper, hitting that spot that makes my legs shake. I try to grab his wrist, to make him stop the overstimulation. “Shit, Chris,” I curse, trying to buck away from his fingers. But he's having none of that.

My body convulses as I reach my climax, a loud scream escaping my lips. Stars burst behind my eyes, and my inner walls clench tightly around Chris's fingers. He quickly removes his hand, bringing it up to his mouth and licking my juices off his fingers.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers against my lips before claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, which only serves to turn me on even more. His free hand tangles in my hair, angling my head for a deeper kiss as he continues to praise me.

Chris slowly slides down the headboard until he’s lying completely flat on the bed, with me still straddling him. His hands reach for the waistband of my shorts, tugging gently. “Lift up, baby,” he murmurs, helping me slip them off and tossing them aside.

I reach down and grab the waistband of Chris's sweats, pulling them down his legs and off his feet. He kicks them aside, leaving him completely naked beneath me. I settle my weight back down on him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

Chris sucks in a sharp breath as he feels my slick heat grinding against his now fully erect cock. His hands grab my hips, guiding my movements as I rub myself along his length. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” he groans, tilting his head back against the pillow.

His stomach clench beneath my fingers as I run them down his body, feeling every ridge and muscle. His hips buck up to meet my downward grinding, his length sliding between my slick folds but not quite entering me yet.

I lift myself up slightly, wrapping my hand around his thick length and positioning him at my entrance. I rub the head against my wet folds, making him hiss. “Fuck,” he mutters, watching my body through half-lidded eyes.

“Take me,” he rasps, his voice lower than usual. “I’m your surprise gift.” His body relaxes beneath me, giving himself over completely. He looks almost innocent like this, vulnerable. I love seeing this side of him. I line him up again, slowly lowering myself down.

“It’s all yours,” Chris breathes out, his hands gripping my hips tighter. I smirk at his words, lowering myself even deeper. “Oh yeah?” I teased. Chris lets out a strangled whimper, his head pressing back into the pillow.

“Use me baby,” Chris murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. His body trembles beneath mine as I move my hands up his chiseled chest, up to his neck. He tilts his chin up, his lips parting as I lean down closer, hovering just above his mouth.

I tease him for a moment longer, kissing his lips softly before moving to his jaw and then his neck, sucking on his pulse point. “Please, baby,” Chris begs, his voice desperate. “I can’t take it anymore. Move, please.” I chuckle against his skin, continuing to torment him.

Chris whimpers as I continue teasing him, my lips and tongue tracing patterns on his neck while I refuse to move. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groans, his hips twitching beneath me, desperately seeking friction.

I ignore his pleas, kissing and leaving marks on his collarbone instead. “Baby, please,” he begs, his voice cracking. I whisper in his ear, “Make me.” Chris’s patience snaps, and he grabs my hips with a desperate strength, forcefully grinding my hips down onto his.

“Mhmm~” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Like that?” Chris growls, his fingers tightening possessively on my hips. He knows exactly what he’s doing, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Yes,” I hiss out, tossing my hair back.

I lift my body up, then drop myself back down on his length. “Holy shit,” Chris hisses, watching my body move. I do it again, bouncing harder this time, taking him deep. His hands fly to my thighs, spreading them wider. “Goddamn, baby,”

I bounce up and down on him harder, my hair flying around my face. Chris’s hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging in as he tries to control my movements. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he chants, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

I reach for his hand, bringing it to my breast. “Fuck, touch me Chris. I need your hands on me,” I whimper, my pace never faltering. Chris eagerly obliges, squeezing and kneading my breast, his thumb flicking over my hardening nipple.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” he groans deeply, his other hand sliding between our bodies to find my clit. I cry out as he works me in tandem—thrusting up to meet my movements while rubbing tight circles. “Ride me deeper baby. Harder,”

I arch my back, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I continue to ride him hard. I bring my hands back to his thighs, gripping them tightly as I bounce up and down on his cock. The bed creaks and groans beneath us, the sound mingling with our panting and moans.

“Mhmmm~” I moan loudly, taking him deep. “Fuck yes,” Chris growls. “You take my dick so good baby.” “Mmm~” I arch my back again, bouncing faster. “Right there,”

I lean forward, hands pressing against his chest. Chris’s eyes darken at the sight of me completely taking him. “Look at you,” he grits out, “Taking that cock so fucking perfectly.” Chris hisses, his hands flying to my waist. “Fuck, just like that baby.” He asks, thrusting upward slightly. His voice drops to a sexier tone, “You’re stretched so tight around my cock...”

I start riding him faster, my hips slamming down onto his with each thrust. Chris meets me halfway, lifting his hips off the bed to bury himself deeper inside me. Our skin slaps together loudly, mixing with our ragged breaths and moans. “Oh fuck, Chris! Yes, yes, YES!”

I arch my back sharply, gripping Chris’s chest as I ride him relentlessly. The cool Italian breeze wafts in from the open window beside us, fluttering the sheer white curtains and dancing across our fevered skin. It’s a stark contrast to the intense heat building between our bodies with each thrust.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” Chris growls, his fingers digging into my waist possessively. He lifts his hips higher to meet mine, filling me to the brim with each thrust. The headboard starts to bang against the wall rhythmically as we lose ourselves in passion.

I turn around abruptly, facing away from Chris and impaling myself back onto him. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling me down onto him harder and faster. The bed creaks and groans beneath us, the headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust.

My ass slapped against his thighs loudly as I bounce up and down on his length. He spreads my cheeks apart slightly, getting an unobstructed view of himself disappearing inside me. His fingers tighten possessively on my hips, guiding my movements.

Chris slaps my ass decisively, the sharp sound ringing out alongside our moans. “Fuck, love the way this ass bounces,” he grunts, delivering another stinging slap. The sting mingles pleasurably with the intense sensations already flooding my body.

Chris palms my ass roughly, kneading them as he pulls me back harder onto his cock. The new angle has him hitting impossibly deep spots inside me, and I cry out sharply. “Oh god Chris, right there!” He obliges, thrusting up powerfully to grind against that perfect spot.

Without warning, my inner muscles clamp down tightly around Chris’s length. He must feel it because he mutters, “Shit,” just as I throw my head back and scream. My orgasm rips through me unexpectedly, my body convulsing and gushing all over his length and the bedsheets beneath us.

Chris quickly pulls out and lifts me up effortlessly. He places me gently on the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs wide apart. He lines up and enters me in one swift thrust, making me yelp. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, going deeper.

He starts to pound into me mercilessly, the new position allowing him to go even deeper. The head of his cock keeps hitting my cervix, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He leans down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss, our tongues dancing and twirling together.

I moan deeply into Chris's mouth as he kisses me fervently, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs. Our tongues slide together sensually, the kiss turning sloppy and desperate. Wet sounds fill the air—the lewd slipping of skin on skin and our muffled moans melding into one.

Chris breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. Our noses brush, our hot breaths mingling between our slightly parted lips. He gazes into my eyes intensely as he continues to move inside me, the slow burn of pleasure building once more.

For a moment, we both freeze. Chris's eyes widen with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “Fuck,” he breathes out, not stopping his steady pace inside me. The knocking persists, Matt's voice calling out again. “Chris? Dude, you there?”

Chris calls out, “Yeah, Matt! One sec!” He increases his pace slightly, hitting that delicious spot deep inside me. He covers my mouth with one hand to muffle my moans. Matt continues talking outside. “You decent?”

Chris panics, looking down at me urgently. “Shh, baby, stay silent for me, okay?” He whispers quickly, his eyes wide with worry. He removes his hand from my mouth just long enough to call out, “No, um, just got out of the shower.”

“Okay, thanks Matt,” Chris responds, picking up his pace again. He knows his best friend is just outside the door, oblivious to the fact that he's balls deep inside me. Matt continues, “Alright man, see you later. They'll be there soon.”

Chris calls out to Matt through clenched teeth, trying hard to maintain his composure, “Yeah, got it. Thanks, man.” Then he whispers down to me, “Fuck, baby, you're doing so good keeping quiet...” He increases his pace slightly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me.

Chris leans down and kisses me deeply, his lips moving urgently against mine. He tries to distract me from the conversation outside and the impending arrival of the dressers. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, tasting me greedily.

I reach up and grab onto Chris's biceps tightly, my nails digging into his skin. I pull away from the kiss, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “I can’t take it anymore,” I whimper softly, my eyes pleading with him for release.

“You can take it,” Chris growls softly, his hips snapping forward. He grips my thighs tightly, pulling me down onto his length harder and faster. He swallows my soft moans with his mouth, kissing me hungrily.

I throw my head back, moaning loudly as Chris slams into me. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, my body tensing up. Chris whispers against my lips, “Atta girl, take it like the good girl you are.” His words send me over the edge.

I tangled my fingers into Chris's messy hair, pulling him down for a sloppy, messy kiss. Our bodies are pressed tightly together, his chest against my heaving breasts. Chris grips the sheets tightly, his arms shaking with the effort of holding back his own release as I come undone beneath him.

“Fuck, Chris,” I whimper against his lips, my voice trembling with need. I can feel another climax building fast, my inner walls clenching around him tightly. Chris groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he feels my body tensing up again.

Chris pounds into me relentlessly, his cock hammering against that sweet spot deep inside. He presses firmly on my stomach, angling his hips to hit just the right angle with every powerful thrust. “Shit, I can feel myself in you,” he grunts, his voice husky with lust.

Chris's lips find their way to my neck again, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. I wrap my arms tightly around his back, holding on for dear life as he fucks me brutally. My moans become louder, more urgent, “Chris... oh god, Chris!”

“Cum for me, baby...” Chris moans against my neck, his hips moving at a punishing pace. Every thrust press my body deeper into the sheets, causing friction against my sensitive clit. My fingernails dig into his back as he hits the perfect spot inside me, making me see stars.

“FUCK” I moan loudly, throwing my head back. He takes advantage of my exposed neck, sucking hard on the pulse point. He knows it drives me crazy. His hips snap forward harder, deeper. He hits my womb, sending waves of pleasure mixed with slight pain. “God... your big...” I moan softly, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He growls, “Too deep?”

“God no,” I gasp out, “Feels... so good... So deep... Like you're touching my womb.” Chris swallows hard, his hips moving like a jackhammer.

“You like this?” Chris growls, his hands sliding under my back to lift my hips higher, allowing him to slam into me even deeper. “You like being filled up like this?” He asks through gritted teeth, his hips stuttering as he feels my inner walls convulse around him.

“Yes! fuck yes!” I scream out, my back arching off the bed. Chris groans deep in his throat, “You're such a fucking dream. Taking my cock so well...” He grips my hips harder, “Cum with me baby... fuck!”

Chris thrusts deep and hits my cervix, making me scream loudly. “CHRIS!” My inner walls spasm around him tightly, milking his length. He swells inside me, his body stiffening. He lets out a deep growl, “Shit baby...” he throws his head back, his mouth wide open as he finally releases inside of me. My inner walls milk him for every last drop, my body convulsing uncontrollably.

As we come down from our high, I can feel the liquid pouring out of me, soaking the bedsheets beneath us. Chris tries to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looks down at me, his body still hovering above mine, his arms shaking slightly. “Damn...”

Our bodies are slick with sweat, both of us breathing heavily. The cool breeze from the open window does little to relieve the heat between us—instead, it just creates goosebumps on our exposed skin. Chris stays positioned between my legs, not wanting to pull out just yet.

Chris looks down at me, his blue eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. His messy hair sticks to his forehead, a few strands falling into his eyes. He licks his swollen lips, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck, you look so good,” I whisper, my gaze drinking in the sight of him. I reach up to tangle my fingers in his messy hair. My other hand slowly running down his arm, feeling the bracelet he would always wear. God that bracelet. I always felt a certain way when I saw it. It makes me go feral every time he would wear it. I came to realize that I’m so horny for him that even what he wears makes me go crazy.

Chris chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans closer, “How about a round four?” He murmurs teasingly. I let out an incredulous laugh, pushing weakly at his chest.

“Boy bye, you’re crazy,” I reply with a breathless giggle, my body still trembling slightly from our intense lovemaking session. “I can barely move, let alone go another round.” Despite my words, I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought.

Chris chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning over my face before he leans down to press a soft and passionate kiss to my lips. The kiss is slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough and intense way he just fucked me. His tongue slowly slides against mine, tasting me deeply.

“Mmm...” he breaks the kiss slowly, whispering against my lips in that irresistible southern drawl of his, “Happy birthday, baby...” he ran his fingers through my hair. “Even though I just fucked you senseless, wanted to make sure I said it once more.” his lips placing soft kisses along my jawline.

He continues to pepper kisses along my jawline, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispers, “Hope you love your surprise...don’t worry this isn’t all you’re getting.” His voice is low and conspiratorial, making me curious about what else he has planned for my birthday besides the intense physical activity we just engaged in.

A/N: BIRTHDAY POST!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME 🥳

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deeranon · 6 months ago

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Chip and Tail | Aventurine X mer! Reader

Warnings: characters may be ooc, blood, body disfigurement(kinda?), implied killing, mention of Jade(who is a warning in and of herself), weapons,wounds, may contain grammar mistakes, use of it/it’s for living being(reader) leave if you don’t like or are uncomfortable with it, implied slavery, implied wars

Read at your own risk!

Despite use of it/it’s and they/their pronouns used for mer reader is whatever gender you wish

Mermaid, siren, and sea-daughter are seen as gender neutral terms—not gender specific in this story

The Showman swayed with the waves, creaking and groaning as foam crashed against the hull. The crew shifted restlessly, bodies tense as they shuffled around deck, waiting for even a word from within the Captain’s quarters. Never before had they stayed in one place on the ocean surface for so long, the pause casting unease within their ranks.

Gulls cried as they circled overhead, uncaring for what was going on within the heart of the ship.

“Did you shoot down an albatross or are you simply very unlucky?” Aventurine cooed as he shuffled his deck. Rings of gold and silver lined every other finger, shining haughtily underneath the sunlight as his black silk gloved hands shuffled the deck for the final round.

The captain of The Showman, a wiry and tall man with a full black beard seethed from on his plush velvet seat, face red with rage. “I ain’t unlucky. Yr’ just a cheater! Trying to trick me inta repayin’ my debt! I repaid you blithering sea-snakes ages ago!” He thundered, furiously slamming a scarred hand on the wooden table. Trinkets and pearly jewelry in the place of betting chips laid on the table trembled at the crash, falling to the floorboards miserably.

Aventurine gave no reaction to the man’s whining, smile only widening as he eyed the dark green coat his pirate opponent had obviously stolen from some unfortunate noble. “I’m afraid that’s where you are wrong. You simply think you repaid us.” Aventurine started with a casual shrug of his shoulders “Two years ago, you reached out to us—The Medusa, claiming you had enough money to rid you of your debt. A colleague of mine agreed to meet you at Sargentine’s one and only port city casino, yet when she got there…you were drunk beyond comprehension. You had gambled all of your savings away, just months before your payment was due. So close to freedom, too.” Aventurine gave the quaking captain a faux sympathetic look, tutting like a disappointed parent while dealing cards with practiced ease.

“Blasphemy! I worked my crew half to death getting all that precious cargo—I wouldn’t let it all go t’ some silly landfolk game!” He shrieked. The grip on his cards was paper white.

“You were quite drunk, I heard. Spent too much time at the brothel, perhaps?” Aventurine said with a chuckle. “But let’s get back to the point. I’m here because no matter how you spin it, you have payments to us that are overdue.” He straightened in his chair, smoothing out his perfectly pressed white silk shirt as the air grew thick with tension. “Now, you can try your hand at a game with higher stakes than your stolen jewelry and attempt to win your freedom, or I can simply evict you here and now for the murder of Cassidy White: late father of the Prince of Sargentine.”

The captain paled at Aventurine’s words, the hand of cards falling from his grasp in a shower of inked paper. His brown leather eyes widened with fear, staring down at him in shock.

Aventurine laughed heartily at the stupefied look, head thrown back from laughter as his eyes crinkled with mirth. “You think I didn’t recognize the embroidery on your fancy jacket? Cassidy White was a lover of the sea before he settled and married the current Queen of Sargentine. He had that coat custom made and wouldn’t go anywhere without it. It’s a shame you killed him on his ship, he sounded like the kind of guy I could talk with. Oh well, no crying over spilled milk I suppose.”

The captain paled even further if possible, gripping at his coat’s cuffs like a lifeline as realization dawned on him. The coat was a brilliant dark greenish-black color with blue leather cuffs and lapels patterned with golden ripples like the sea. Fancy gold trimming accompanied by a single thick rope covered the shoulder pads. Within the collar of the coat was the cursive signature of Cassidy White with the royal insignia of Sargentine emblazoned next to it. Aventurine would have had to be a complete fool to not recognize it immediately.

“Fortunately, you ended up with me: the Aventurine stoneheart to the Medusa. The Monetary Evaluation Department Underseers of Seaside Altercations if you didn’t know. I would say I’m a very generous man, so I will repeat to you your two options.” Aventurine raised a single finger “One, you win my game of Roulette and drop this sorry betting game with cards,” he raised another “Two, I kill you now and throw your entire crew into company custody for first degree murder on multiple occasions while on a ship given to you by Medusa. Taking all possessions to repay your debt. What do you say, captain?”

The boat groaned, singing with the waves as it swayed in place, the sound filling the vast room stuffed with stolen goods and currencies like music. Aventurine waited silently with a smile, one hand on the holster of his gun as the wiry man contemplated his choices.

That was the wonderful thing about the mother ocean. A man could only run the length of his ship before he could be caught. No land to hide behind, no trees or buildings to protect him. Only the vast ocean filled with more horrors than any sane man or pirate would dare to take a chance against. Trapping him with his own monsters until he touched earth.

After another moment of thinking, The Showman’s captain looked Aventurine in his glaring pink and blue eyes with steeled nerves and gave a grim nod. “One. I’ll win yer’ damn game.” He growled.

Grinning, Aventurine couldn’t help but disagree. “We’ll see about that. Fate works in mysterious ways.”

Taking his silver revolver from its holster, Aventurine loaded three bullets into the chambers before spinning the cylinder round and round until there was no possible way to know what it would shoot. “Any last words before we begin?”

The man spat at Aventurine’s face, a scowl forming on his dry lips. “Yeah. B’fore the loser dies, they reveal valuable information no one knows but themselves to the other. One less secret for you t’ take to yer grave when I shoot you where ya sit.”

“I can agree with that. But I highly doubt you’ve got a secret I think is good enough to spill on your deathbed.” The stoneheart said nonchalantly, twirling the gun in his hands with unnecessary flare before gripping it tight.

The captain, topped with the iconic pirate hat and a gnarly scar running down half of his bearded face stared at the gun as if his life depended on it. Because it did.

Aventurine never let his eyes leave the pirate, staring into the damned man’s soul for what would probably be the last time.

Bowing dramatically, one hand behind his back and the other cradling the gun, Aventurine rose and said “Got a coin we could flip? Winner shoots first.”

The ocean hissed at the pensive crew, water dark and stormy brewing. Twitching with unused power, the pirates grew antsy as time passed overhead, their leader yet to return or give them a single word of new news.

Paul, a stout man with one eye and a torn lip leaned against the heavy oak door. Ear pressed against the wood, he strained to hear anything through the door. He waited and waited for any sound, but it was dead silent on the other side.

Paul was ready to push away from the door when there was a muffled bang that echoed through the wood. A gunshot. It had to be. Paul knew that sound by heart.

Heart light, a grin broke out on his face as he turned to his crew mates. Jamming a thumb behind him, Paul mimed a gun firing with his other hand.

Hobbling away from the door, Paul snickered to himself as smiles and proud sneers broke out on everybody’s faces. Some even managed to let out chortles or snorts of sadistic laughter. The tension broke like a fickle stick to be added to the fire.

The captain of The Showman was not to be messed with. They had plundered and pillaged hundreds of ships and towns, a single man was nowhere near enough to stop him.

“Well, I’m glad that’s over.”

The crew froze, smiles shifting to frowns as they all stared in confusion at the blond man before them.

Aventurine gave a languid smile, waving a gloved hand covered in jingling bracelets and rings in greetings as he casually carried a long greenish-black coat over his shoulder.

“You’re not the captain.” Paul spat venomously, staring at the coat in Aventurine’s possession with disdain. The other crew members grumbled and hissed in agreement behind him, hands inching for their weapons.

“No, but his ship is mine now. And you lucky lot are under arrest. My sincerest apologies.” Aventurine said, unaffected by the crew drawing their swords and guns. Shoving a hand in a black pocket stitched into his pants, he withdrew a small pile of silvery blue dust.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The blond warned.

The rebellious crew froze immediately at the sight of the powder: Ground siren’s scales. A single sniff could knock a grown man out for weeks, and could even cause death and permanent paralysis in more serious cases. Aventurine had enough dust in his hand to kill the entire crew and then some.

The ocean crashed violently against the ship, as if sensing the presence of one of its lost children. Sea froth stained the floor of the vessel as it rocked back and forth violently. Aventurine adjusted his stance with ease while the seasoned crew struggled to gain their footing. The sea longed for the dust, calling for it desperately.

“Now, if you don’t want to end up with immovable limbs for the rest of your lives I suggest you stop resisting. The ocean is the perfect place to dump bodies and I’d prefer it if you didn’t make more work for me. Though if you’d like to jump now I’ll allow it, the ocean seems pretty finicky today. Maybe a nice snack will calm her.” Aventurine warned, holding the ground scales closer to the ocean and causing the ship to lurch so hard half of the crew fell onto their backs.

The few that remained standing sheathed their weapons, knowing well when they were outsmarted. Aventurine grinned, pocketing a good portion of the dust before reaching for the flare gun strapped to his right leg. With a single click, the flare sailed into the air for as long as it possibly could.

Like a cheetah suddenly leaping from the grassy savanna, a ship so large it made The Showman look miniature appeared in the distance. It fought against the crashing waves as it slowly approached, growing larger and larger the closer it came. The crew watched with slack jaws as the grandiose ship neared.

“Ah! There she is! The mighty Sigonius, my favorite ship.” Aventurine crowed, chest puffing with pride like a peacock flaunting it’s feathers. “Be thankful that you get to board the Sigonius before you are thrown in jail, ladies and gentlemen. It is a privilege indeed.”

The crew felt both annoyed and awed at Aventurine’s words. Annoyed at his flaunting, and dumbstruck that he could ever captain such a large ship. The Sigonius approached much faster than one would expect of a ship of such large size. Slowing to a stop, the gargantuan teal ship sent out a large metal bridge to connect both sea vessels together.

“Sorry, but lowly scum like yourselves aren’t allowed to see the insides of Medusa ships.” Taking his chance, Aventurine blew the dust straight into the heart of the Showman crew. One by one, they all crumpled to the deck like puppets freed of their strings.

In perfectly aligned rows, troops marched down the bridge and began casing the groaning ship. Weapons were confiscated and jewelry was gathered into crates labeled “perishables”. The workers swarmed the smaller ship like bees drawn to flowers, buzzing with activity wherever they went.

Deciding that his job was finished, Aventurine started to make his way to the bridge when the ship shook violently.

Dulled by the wood, a horrific spine crawling sound echoed from beneath the floorboards of The Showman. Workers paused to listen to the wail-like scream, stunned with shock and hit with unease as the sound continued.

Aventurine frowned, hairs standing on end and goosebumps rising along his arms. His heartbeat spiked the more the sound continued.

Suddenly it stopped, as if it had never happened in the first place.

Was that part of the secret the now deceased captain had told him about?

Turning to the nearest worker, Aventurine flashed a charming smile barbed with tebsion. “Take a team below deck and find out what made that noise, okay?”

“Yes sir.” The soldier nodded, saluting before marching off to rally a team.

With nothing left for him on the ship, Aventurine stepped foot on the Sigonius once again, heading straight for his private sleeping quarters. The ocean continued to riot against the small Showman, pummeling its sides and swaying it violently. At that rate, the ship only had a few hours until the tides capsized it. Hopefully the ship could be cleaned out before then.

As Aventurine was about to open the door to the hall, a keen shrill broke through the air and made the sailors cover their ears in pain. Quick to cover his own ringing ears, Aventurine staggered over to the railing of the ship—desperate to find out what was making the horrid noise. Even with both hands clamped tightly to the side of his head, his ears still dribbled with blood from the nauseating noise.

Searching with pain filled eyes, Aventurine scanned the waters between the ship for signs of monstrous life. Instead of finding a six headed beast or a pack of agitated Cyclas, Aventurine spotted a sizable hole torn through the wooden side of The Showman’s hull. Wood splinters drifted in the raging ocean along with thick fisherman netting twined with red string. An incredibly bad omen.

Oily black liquid stained the surface of deep blue sea, spreading out from the hole now starting to fill with sea water. The liquid dripped from the hull like wet paint, giving off such an intoxicating smell Aventurine was ready to believe that The Showman had raided a perfume store.

Holding his breath, Aventurine waited for the wail to sound out once again. Like clockwork, the piercing shriek pounded away at his ears determined to turn him deaf. Mind racing, Aventurine carded through his internal library of sea creatures at lightning speed.

Ink black liquid, enchanting smell, angry ocean, horrific screams, enough strength to bust through the hull of a Medusa ship, red string intertwined with fisherman netting: it was a mermaid. Possibly even a siren.

As if confirming his suspicion, another sorrowful scream shook the ocean and rocked even the mighty Sigonius. The netting Aventurine had thought to be simply drifting in the water now thrashed violently, the thick rope was black with the same oil colored liquid in the ocean. Furious waves crashed against both ships as the black substance continued to increase with each jerk of the hook and seal infested netting.

Blood. It was all blood.

“I want all men off The Showman immediately! There is a breach in the hull!” Aventurine roared when the scream trembled to a long whale like whine. “And get that mermaid out of the damn netting! They’ll drown us all if they don’t stop!”

Men still aboard the Showman scrambled to cross the shaking bridge while Aventurine ran for the lifeboat closest to the blood stained water. With no patience to wait for fellow sailors, he dropped the boat into the thrashing sea. It was never a good idea to stay between two large ships that could knock together and crush you at any time, but Aventurine was willing to take the risk if it meant stopping the siren from killing them all by accident.

Letting the water bring him closer to the net, Aventurine reached out and began to draw in the bloody rope as he sawed away with his hunting knife bit by bit. It tugged and jerked in his hands, threatening to send him beneath the waves multiple times, but Aventurine sat firm in the small boat.

The nets were endless as they were large, Aventurine cut as much as he could but more net seemed to replace it each time. Either this was a siren, or Aventurine was dealing with a very young and unhappy whale.

Sailors grouped in the other boats dropped into the sea around him, grabbing at the net and heaving with all their might. It was no use trying to cut the sea creature free, there was simply too much net to get through before the sea creature drowned them in a tidal wave.

They had to bring it aboard the ship.

The ocean raged endlessly, transpiring with the ravenous storm from above. Together both elements made even the Sigonius ship feel like it was capable of tipping.

To take a sea-daughter away from the water invoked the mother’s most powerful protective measures to ensure its child’s safe return.

The only way to calm the mother ocean was to return its daughter back to water. Every sailor and pirate worth their salt knew that one thing before agreeing to a life on the ocean. Himself included.

Aventurine only had one problem: there was no place to set the net swaddled mermaid on the Sigonius. Not naturally, at least.

Riffling through the previously locked drawers of the dresser planted against the wall of his sleeping quarters, Aventurine searched for his Favour. A magical sand-dollar that would build you a single non-living object if you set the evil or troublesome soul trapped inside of it free. Aventurine had come across it while strolling through the port market in a different country. A lucky find.

Since that day, he had kept the Favour tucked away for a moment like this one.

Having finally found the pitch black sand dollar, Aventurine made his way through the groaning ship to his office. A group of ten men kneeled before the mass of red twined netting covering the deck, wax muffles stuffed deep in their ears as the beast let out softer yet still ear rupturing cries. The group worked tirelessly to slice through the thick hook infested ropes, trying their best to not accidentally stab the hidden siren with their knives or dig the arsenal of hooks into its skin.

Aventurine paused, his head aching from the pain of the continuous crying. Raising his voice as loud as it could go, Aventurine yelled “Have the mer brought to my office when most of the nets are gone! I will take it from there.”

Only two men seemed to realize he had spoken over the shrill whale like noise the mer let out when a stray hook supposedly caught onto its body. They nodded, squinting at his lips but giving him two thumbs up before returning to their work. With the hope that the crew mates actually knew what Aventurine asked of them, he made his way to the office reserved for the captain of The Sigonius.

Pushing the heavy furniture around until it all stood grouped together in the middle of the room, Aventurine crushed the Favour without hesitation as the Sigonius rocked uncomfortably.

Red mist arose from the sand dollar, curling in the air like incense before it transformed into a giant angry cloud that whirled around the room. It writhed and shrieked, the horrifically deformed finned face pressing against the cloud harmonizing with the beast outside before coating the entire room in a thick scarlet mist.

Aventurine held his breath, elbow over his face as the red filling his vision deepened to a color reminiscent of dried blood.

The spirit gave a final wail from within the mist before throwing itself through the wooden walls to the ocean outside. A siren’s soul had been trapped inside, now free to drown sailors from beyond the grave of it so wished. Though Aventurine saw the trade as necessity as he stared at the object before him.

In place of the mist was a great tank that nearly reached the roof of the room, a rolling ladder made of iron connected to black railings attached along the outermost glass wall. The entire tank spanned three of the four walls, edges perfectly curved and inside wide enough for Aventurine to lay flat on his back and still not touch the walls. A kind of cement or rubber like object protected the wooden floorboards beneath, capable of protecting the room from leaks. Water a perfect blue hue filled the dull and empty tank, saving Aventurine a great deal of time.

With the addition of the tank using up a chunk of the office, Aventurine got to rearranging his desk and other equipment out of the way to the ladder before opening the door and waiting for the sailors to arrive.

It seemed like his words hadn’t been lost to the crew mates, now dragging a still entangled mermaid behind them. It’s screeching was like metal grating against clay, thrashing weakly as hooks poked through the now few layers of netting encasing it.

Aventurine nodded at the exhausted crew members. “Good. Help me get it in the tank, and then you’re free to rest.”

“Of course, captain.” One of the sailors agreed, bowing their head.

As a team, the tall and hulking sailors hoisted the mermaid, now limp from exhaustion or merely accepting its fate, into the water with a loud splash. Aventurine waved for the crew to leave from his position on the ladder, watching as the sea creature within started to squirm the moment it hit water. The ocean outside immediately started to calm, the rocking waves growing weaker by the minute.

The door closed with a satisfactory click as the last of the group left the room now colored in a blue light from the water blocking the stained glass window. The sun, now peeking out from the dying storm started to fall below the horizon.

Aventurine stared, waiting with bated breath for the creature to reveal itself. Tendrils of black blood spreading in the once pristine seawater thanks to its wounds. Except, there was no further movement. The mer did not slip out from the nets in a dramatic reveal of beauty like Aventurine thought it might. Nor did it leap out from the tank and tear his throat out in the span of a few seconds. It laid hidden within the blankets of bloody black fishnets, unmoving aside from the small rise and fall of (supposedly) its chest.

The mer had fallen asleep. Or was dying slowly from blood loss.

Either way, it would be pointless staying up to watch the (hopefully)sleeping mermaid. Aventurine had a ship to captain and a meeting to attend on land. Letting out a sigh, Aventurine left the messily arranged office locked behind him as he started a search for the night crew.

The Sigonius was now docked at a port owned by Medusa in the land of Pleyr-Tor. A merchant hub where only the wealthiest families of all species thrived. The ship was silent save for the grumbling crew as they heaved heavy boxes of food up the bridge and repaired injuries sustained by the Sigonius on their voyage.

Three days had passed since Aventurine stepped on solid land for the first time in four months. The sun was readying to descend when the captain finally returned to his ship.

Crew members watched silently as Aventurine stalked up the bridge with a lax smile, knowing full well what would happen if they disturbed him. Sailors parted like the blond was radioactive, forming a path for Aventurine to walk through all the way to the thick wooden door protecting the Captain’s office. The door opened and closed with a normal click that might as well have been a slam to the oldest members of the crew. If there were seasoned crew members left, that is. All had been lost to sea or let go to some other ship before they could ever form true bonds with their captain.

Locking the door behind him, Aventurine sank into his overly comfortable desk chair. The cedar wood table was littered with betting chips and papers for navigation and myths, debts to collect and which land to “assist” next. A single oil lamp placed in the top left corner, his only source of light on late nights. It needed replacing soon as it was having trouble lighting for the past few days. Aventurine made a note to himself to buy a better oil lamp while in Pleyr-Tor.

Hours passed in the blink of an eye as Aventurine worked away at the papers on his desk. His head ached from the constant smell of seawater, distracting him from any further work. Breathing out a sigh, Aventurine turned his chair around until it faced the large tank holding his underwater guest.

Madam Jade’s words rang in his ears, increasing the pain of his headache tenfold and causing the grip on his chair to increase.

Everything had a cost. Even freedom. No matter the race or situation. All debts must be repaid. Accidental or not.

Aventurine was not allowed to let the mermaid go.

Staring through the crystal clear glass, Aventurine watched as the sun slowly inched away from its low post in the sky. Down and down it went, painting the sky in yellows and pinks. Closing his eyes and letting himself soak in the fading sunlight until the sky turned a gentle purple, Aventurine did not catch when the once still mess of nets moved just slightly to the left.

“What should I do…” Aventurine muttered into his hand, glancing at the hidden mer within the still empty tank.

Perhaps that would soon change. If the mer lived, maybe sand and rocks of every color would brighten the dull cage. Seaweed could be taken from the ocean and planted for the slightest increase in privacy. Small fish to fill the void. Would the mermaid eat the fish? Hmm, maybe the fish could wait. Would the mer care if Aventurine added incense burners in the room to get rid of the seawater smell?

The nets, only two or four left, started to move. Aventurine snapped to attention, pushing away all his thoughts of decorating as he stood from his chair, knocking it over with a crash.

The ink black nets, large enough to easily capture Killer Whales, were jerked and pulled in every direction. Ropes started snapping one by one. Red twine floated in the water like bloody seaweed as the frayed strings broke apart.

Aventurine saw a faint flash of scales and a shadow of a hand slicing through rope from within. The creature, now awake and furious writhed underneath the netting. Blood matching the color of the night sky graced the dark blue water once again as hooks dug into flesh and scales. Water leapt out from the tank and onto the creaking floorboards below, staining them a dark brown.

The final rays of sunlight flickered below the window line and engulfed the room in almost total darkness. Slowly, Aventurine’s eyes adjusted to the dim setting. Blinking rapidly, Aventurine never let his gaze wander from the cloak of blood crusted fisherman netting even as his largest source of light sank beyond his vision.

There came a skin crawling trill from within the tank. It was clearer this time, the mer’s disorienting melodic voice humming with the water instead of its painful cries when above water. Goosebumps arose on his flesh in waves, hair standing on end the longer the call continued. The air, once warm and comforting was now colder than the winter ocean.

A clawed hand broke free from the nets.

Backing away on shaky feet, Aventurine turned to snatch the oil lamp from his desk while his heart started to beat louder than a drum in his ears. There was the muffled sound of nets continuing to snap and break from behind, the being writhing just beneath the surface. Water stained black fell to the floor around him, no less different than human blood when drying into wood.

Aventurine fumbled to light the lamp, pausing when there was a flash of blue light from behind. His heart went still and his mind raced, wondering if he truly had brought a killer siren onto his ship.

Face instinctually morphing into a calm smile, Aventurine turned around, lamp forgotten.

Eyes deeper than the midnight zone stared into his soul with pupils blown so wide the irises were barely visible. Fins flared with a rattling quiver as their lower body looped and coiled throughout the enclosure that almost seemed too small to fit their massive size. Lights flashed continuously along their skin and long, flowing tail. Aventurine couldn’t tell where one bioluminescent fin ended and another began in the darkness filled only by the light of the mer.

Claws sharp enough to pierce bone reached up and up and up until they touched the edge of the glass tank, unblinking eyes never leaving his form for even a moment.

Lips parting to let out a deep warble, Aventurine saw two sets of razor sharp canines peeking past their lips. The creature lifted itself up with only its arms until it reached out of the tank. Tail still curling in an endless spiral in the water as their upper half touched the wooden floorboards.

Instead of backing away for showing fear, Aventurine gave his best smile as he stepped forward, watching at their water logged hair splayed on the ground around them. “Y’know, you caused a lot of trouble for me. Sinking a ship I just finished taking over and having me loose valuable artifacts was quite rude of you. I deserve an apology, don’t you think?”

Their lips pulled back further than should be possible for a human, the flesh of their cheeks tearing in bloody strips until their rows upon rows of pointed teeth were revealed. Torn frills all along their body quivered angrily. Scales flashed in warning, a clear message to stay away or risk death. Letting out a chitter-like sound, the mermaid’s eyes narrowed as they continued to stare at Aventurine.

In the dark of night, Aventurine only had the dim glow of the mer’s scales to make out their towering figure. His mind more than happy to fill in the details he could not see.

He stepped closer, hands stuffed in his new coat pockets. Aventurine never was one to play safe. “Breaking through the hull of a ship like that must have caused some serious damage. I’m surprised you’re even standing right now. Tough cookie, aren’t you?” He said, tilting his head to the side as he willed his eyes to adjust better to the lack of light.

“You are quite the beauty, as well! What’s your secret? Let me guess…the flesh of sailors?” While laughing at his own joke, the mer continued to watch him with their hundred yard stare. The fins in place of human ears flicked at the sound of his voice, trembling softly.

“Oh it’s nothing, just an old pirate joke. You really are lucky that I was the one who came across that ship you were in and not one of the other Stonehearts. I doubt Topaz would find you cute enough to rescue.” Aventurine hummed, watching as the mer drew more of its body from the water. The sea-daughter was long—so long Aventurine couldn’t tell the length of their tail with how it had to circle around the entire tank and then some just to fit. Definitely more than a meter or two, that he was sure.

The mermaid’s clawed hand twitched as their smile widened. Tilting their own head to the side as their large eyes bored into Aventurine’s soul, a pale film covered them for a brief second as they blinked without proper eyelids. A clicking sound reminiscent of dolphins left their mouth instead of the horrific screech Aventurine was haunted by on the day he saved its life. Dagger sharp nails tapped against the bloodied and groaning wood rhythmically as the raspy clicking continued.

Aventurine paused as he listened to the mer’s clicks and taps, watching as they repeated the action over and over again. Clearly, they had yet to murder him via siren song or rip his arm off and use it as a snack to munch on after showing how easy it was to lift their own body over the glass wall like it was nothing.

What were they trying to say? Or were they saying anything at all?

“Can you even understand me?” Aventurine questioned, shifting on his feet. The mermaid, to its credit, looked thoroughly confused on it’s part. They let out a growlish “Buwerr?” And tilted their head further than should be safe for something that looked so human.

“I’ll take that as a no. A language barrier, huh? This is going to be interesting.” Aventurine muttered to himself, though he was sure the mermaid heard with how it’s fins twitched. It had good hearing.

The mer towered over Aventurine, face still broken and showing a concerning number of teeth with eyes eclipsed to a near completely black state. It was incredibly unnerving, especially since the only light was from their fluorescent fins and blinking scales. Not to mention they were covered in their own blood.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. All that dried blood can’t be comfortable, can it? We can discuss other matters later,” Aventurine said with a grin. His body easily fell into its masked routine, hiding the fear and uncertainty he felt and replacing it with confidence.

Fins flicking and scales blinking, Aventurine’s newest bet nodded. The mer shifted, jaw re-hinging and skin weaving back together over their cheeks until their face looked exactly like a human. Blinking with those filmy white eyelids, their pupils shrank and morphed into perfect replicas of human eyes—no, Aventurine’s eyes. He shivered involuntarily at the sight of eyes that mirrored his own as the mermaid changed itself to look like a deity among men for his own comfort. Or for it’s own comfort, which is more likely.

The mermaid chittered in a chipper tone, lips curling into a toothy smile. It had horrifyingly sharp teeth.

Yep, still a mermaid.

Holding out a now dainty hand the same colors as the sand, the mer waited with an expectant look. It’s tail swayed playfully in the water, sloshing seawater over the edge and onto the already soaked floor. When Aventurine did not take their hand, the mer made a tutting noise and retracted their arm back to their side. Their frills trembled and glowing scales blinked to a deep green before shifting to scarlet red, and finally a bright fuchsia.

They made a strangled animal sound, like an elk with a frog in its throat. Their lips obviously weren’t used to moving properly. They paused, scowling and fluttering their fins moodily before letting out an unidentifiable sound.

“Gr….grr..greetings.” Aventurine’s own distorted voice echoed back at him from the mermaid’s mouth. It huffed with pride, fins flicking in waves.

Ah, so it could mimic as well. How dandy.

Holding its hand out once again, the mermaid repeated the word twice over with lips un-synced from Aventurine’s copied voice.

Ah, so it wanted a handshake.

Chuckling, Aventurine said “Ah, I suppose we did skip over pleasantries,” he cleared his throat “I am Aventurine, a stoneheart of Medusa. Pleased to meet you. Use me as you wish, you can even stab me in the back if you want to—but I don’t make bets that don’t pay off.” Reaching out, Aventurine twined his fingers together with the mermaid’s. Hands palm to palm.

The mer stared down at him, gazing at their intertwined hand as their webbed ears twitched and titled, finely tuned to the pitch and exact tone of his words to break the barrier between their languages.

Shaking their held hand, the mermaid nodded with a smile.

Clicking and trilling, the mer drew words from the air to repeat a word still unintelligible to Aventurine even with the mimicry of his voice.

“Ah, the language barrier strikes again. How about I just give you a nickname instead? Just until we can find a middle ground.” Aventurine suggested with a shake of his head. His conscience weighing too heavily on his shoulders to handle a shrug.

“Yes…yes!” They sang, pulling Aventurine close to their chest as they circled around him like a boa. The mer nodded merrily, lights flaring to a rosy pink. Aventurine pulled his hand away, adjusting his glove as he pondered.

“Well, it has to be fitting—but not too odd. Since we’ll be together for quite a while it should have some kind of meaning behind it, don’t you think?” Aventurine went on as he craned his head upwards to look into the mermaid’s curious eyes. They nodded sagely, fins attentive as they licked their salty lips.

Aventurine slowly listed name after name, watching for a change in the mer’s expression. Eventually the mermaid returned to the water from pure disinterest in the names, holding him steady as they forced him to sit on the highest stair of the ladder.

The mer looked ready to drift underneath the water by the time Aventurine was starting to run out of names. Grasping at his last few ideas, Aventurine hesitantly listed the last name that came to mind. Your name.

Erupting from the water, your hands grabbed at Aventurine’s shoulders as you both fell back into the water like whales breaking from the ocean for air.

“Perfect!….YES! YES!NAME! YES, NAME!” You shrieked joyfully, tail crashing in the water as you literally lit up with glee. “MY NAME NOW! EVER!”

“Alright! Alright! That’s your name now! Glad you like it.” Aventurine sputtered, dragging his soppy wet blond hair away from his wide eyes as he floated in your tank. You circled around him in a never ending spiral, chittering and trilling with a smile so large Aventurine thought your mouth might just split open again.

Swimming to the edge, Aventurine stared into your bright eyes when you met him at the rim.

You reminded him a lot of himself when he was young. Aventurine didn’t know how much he liked that fact as he watched you twirl in the water without a care in the world.

Aventurine called your name and you paused, eyes a carbon copy of his own staring back into his soul and touching something he thought was buried the day he lost his family during the tribal wars. “…Don’t ever let Medusa tie you down, okay? This stupid organization doesn’t need to ruin any more races.”

Your fins twitched at his words, blinking to a deep blue lighting. “Stoneheart…Medusa,” You parroted with worry. “Aventurine…tie..”

“Hmm, no—forget I said anything. We can talk about all that later. If you’ve already forgotten, you are still pretty injured. So let’s focus on you getting better for now. We’ll have all the time in the world to talk later.” Aventurine huffed, patting your head with a bare hand. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Neither are you, is what Aventurine chose to leave unsaid.

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