#imagine befriending sun as a kid only to get your arm swallowed by a fish right after

[sneakypunmaster]

Who doesn’t speak to the fish?

What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fshhh!

I’m sorry @pillowspace but this is all I could think of when reading that part of chapter 4

[jungnoir]

blue lagoon;

lisa manoban | your parents always told you to steer clear of the too blue waters, for they might hold more than meets the eye. | 2.7k words. | fluff, supernatural.

a/n: my non-kpop friend requested “mermaid lesbians” and I needed something short to write. what i was listening to as i wrote.

You, unlike most kids in your class, didn’t know how to swim.

And apparently, that was something pretty embarrassing. Having lived by the ocean all your life, you were very accustomed to the tumultuous and temperamental waves that often left you clinging to your bed posts at night, hoping the waves didn’t reach too high in the midst of a storm and sweep your family’s home off its foundation right into Atlantis below.

Your parents were scientists, marine biologists at that, having moved to the beautiful beach house for a more “up close and personal” view of what they worked on day in and day out. You’d think a marine biologist’s kid would at least be able to doggy paddle without floaties, but your parents had always had one strange rule in your three-person family (not counting the eight fish in your fish tank your parents lovingly called by their scientific names).

“Steer clear of the ocean, or face imminent death!”

Right about now, you wanted to roar back that of course you’d face imminent death, you didn’t know how to fucking swim, but your lungs were too full with salt water for your sarcasm at the moment. You didn’t mean to lean so far over the rocks of the cave you called your playground, a nice walk away from the beach you spent most of your time on (which was even better, because not only were you gonna drown, no one was gonna hear you!), but the water had been particularly enchanting that day and… had you ever seen an ocean so blue?

Your small hands had slipped leaning a little too far into the water, the moment you swore you saw a flash of a teal fin that looked too large to belong to any of the fish you’d seen underwater before. You fell face first and ended up swallowing a lot of water in the process, leaving you grasping on to anything to get you on land and this water out of your lungs, but no such luck was being found.

You were nowhere near the surface because, even more to your chagrin, your beloved cave was actually not that close to the sea floor.

Your small limbs fought hard and tirelessly against the tough, bending currents that threatened to push you out to sea, but even the sheer will to live wasn’t enough to stop you from floating further and further away from the cave entrance and out to the dark, terrifying sea. It made you fight harder, but it only left you exhausted. With eyes burning from the salt water and hope dwindling by the second, you had one very loud and very panicked thought before you were struck hard by something you couldn’t see: Is this how I die?

That something slams forward into your back, like another human or the nose of a shark (or so you think in your fear-induced hysteria). The latter is thankfully proven impossible when something akin to arms links around your waist and you feel yourself shooting up, wet hair blinding your vision just moments before you break the surface of the water and blessed sunshine paints your skin.

You furiously spit out all the water you swallowed and cough and heave like there’s no tomorrow, the arms around your waist tightening every time you choke, coaxing every bit of water out of you. You continue to move, from where the cave was located against the nearby cliffs to the sandy beaches where the homes resided and the current was less angry. Your small hands close around arms that are about as small as your own, and when you lean back a little, you feel a nose pressed against your shoulder. Whom you had originally assumed was your mother or your father had turned out to be neither. This person felt like another child. 

Suddenly, you were thrown onto the sand front first and you coughed out a little more water, feeling weak and very, very nauseous. You barely had time to flip onto your back before small hands were tugging lightly at your ankles.

You looked back, and froze.

It was a child for sure, with chubby cheeks and sun-kissed skin that attested to hours of time in the sun, but what really got you was the bright blue hair that you found yourself feeling very jealous about not having. Matching blue bangs fell into the child’s wide, almost golden looking eyes as she blinked at you, the concern on her features evident. Then she spoke in a melodious, warm voice that you would never forget, “You humans sure are funny-lookin’.”

Your legs couldn’t move fast enough, your heart couldn’t beat hard enough, your mind couldn’t think clear enough, but you knew where you were headed. 

It’s been nearly ten years since you first saw Lisa, the beautiful mermaid that had saved your life at age nine, and who you hadn’t seen since you left for your first year at college. You had promised her you’d be back for the summer, and she had made you pinky promise that you would, or she would send all corners of the ocean after you for revenge for the rest of your life. Though you knew she was only joking, you were also still helplessly bad at swimming still and didn’t want to take any chances.

Your parents had never found out about your peculiar friend, and had always found it odd how excited you were to go and look out at the ocean every day after school, or how you seldom went anywhere but to the sand on the weekends, but you and Lisa were incredibly careful and had found that your little cave hideout was a lot more for you than just a place to run to when your parents made you mad. It was now your own meeting place, far away from the prying eyes of those who might hurt Lisa if they found out what she was.

You made sure to be careful as you walked the rocky path along the cliff’s side, shoes grasping for firm hold on the glistening black rocks.

You don’t even realize you’re there, far too caught up in imagining seeing Lisa once more, until you feel water splash your bare leg and denim shorts. Turning to find the culprit, you see only the top of a head of blue hair and shining gold eyes floating above the water’s surface, looking cutely mischievous at you. The mermaid rises from the water in a ghostly manner, chest bound in a pink top made of rough, stray material she’d gathered over the years. It stayed fit, but it had started to tighten a little as she had gotten older, despite the fact she didn’t care. She had only made it when you had told her that she might get questioned if anyone saw a naked teenage girl swimming so close to the beach, after all. “Who dares disturb a mermaid’s cave when she’s away? I ought to drag you down to the depths for your crime.” “You love me too much to do that.” You grin, dropping your eye down in a wink at her. Lisa dips back underwater until her eyes only show once more in an attempt to shield her pink cheeks from your sight.

“Maybe.” She says, but all you hear is bubbles rising to the surface and the sound reminds you of a fart. 

Finding a spot in the middle of the cave, close enough to the edge to speak to Lisa but far enough away that you don’t induce a repeat of ten years ago, you sit and tug off your flip-flops, dipping your feet into the water with a small, relieved sigh. You didn’t know how much you missed being a jog away from the ocean until you were cooped up in dorms in the middle of the city and working on thesis papers you didn’t care a lick about. 

Lisa’s hands carefully came to rest at your calves, her body rising a little until her head bobbed up and she could look at you, “I missed you a lot.” She whispered, running her soft fingers up and down the backs of your legs as she said so. Shivers erupted down your spine when you made eye contact with her. You would be lying if you said that look of hers didn’t do things for you.

Time and time again, you had wondered what she was doing to you that had you acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You had found it hard to focus on anyone at school, your eyes flitting from possible lovers and one night mistakes, but none had ever captured your attention like Lisa had done. At first, you had chalked it up to the fact that Lisa was a mermaid, and that was reason enough that you’d be so enchanted by her, but then the fact of her being had become nothing more than a physical trait. She was a mermaid, so what? The sky was blue, grass was green, mermaids existed.

After that, you had started to wonder if maybe she was a siren in disguise, who would charm you with her appealing human form only to turn into a demonic sea lizard at the last second and swallow you whole. But that wouldn’t make much sense, would it? What kind of evil creature would save you from drowning at a young age, befriend you over the course of a decade, and continue to treat you like the most interesting thing in her world? That was an awful lot of playing around with her food, if that was the case.

So what was the case? You might have been too stubborn to admit it, or maybe it just felt embarrassingly cliche, but what had once been just a friendly attraction had turned into something more. Your months away from her at college said just that for you. You had feelings for the mermaid who saved you, and you were pretty sure that was going to be your demise.

“I missed you too. What have you been up to since I left?” You ask, softly moving your legs back and forth in her hold. 

Her hands close around your legs a little and she breaks eye contact with you to look at them, much to your confusion. Slowly, her hands came to rest at the sides of your thighs, wet fingers brushing against yours and making you breathe a little faster. 

Slowly, she started to push herself up out of the water, and almost immediately your hands flew to her waist to push her back down. But where you had expected to feel the ring of beautiful scales along her hips like you normally would, you were met with velvety skin and… thighs.

Your hands freeze when she pulls herself up just enough to hook knees on either side of your sitting form, both very much separate from each other and very much human looking as they press against your own skin. Her behind comes to sit on the tops of your bended knees, and her hands float to your collarbones with a small smile, enjoying your speechless reaction.

If she hadn’t gone the extra mile to find a wrap for her lower half, you might’ve fainted right then and there.

“L-L-Lisa-” “It’s not… permanent, but it can be. If I want. For now, my tail completely disappears when I leave the salt water. Do you know what this means?” She asks, tone taking a turn for the giddy as your hands stay glued to her skin. You’re rapidly scanning her from head to toe, mouth filling with questions but every time you think you’re ready to ask one, another one seems far more important. 

She seems to tire waiting for you to answer her, so instead she hooks her fingers around the nape of your neck, toying with the hair there, and you almost whimper, “You don’t have to hide us anymore. I can go to that boardwalk you talk about all the time, try that cotton candy you’re crazy about, play those carnival games you say you suck at. I can… I can walk with you along the beach, and I can hold your hand. I can meet your parents and we can talk in your bedroom until the sun comes up. Nobody will have to know.”

“Did you do this… for me?” You ask softly, almost afraid she might laugh in your face and tell you that no, she had done this for the feeling of humanity and that you were simply the doorway to show her there. But your fears are washing away with her loving glances. Were you seeing things or was that twinkle in her eye a little more than friendly?

“Who else would I do this for? Do you see any other humans around that I risk my tail to see everyday?” Lisa giggles teasingly, leaning impossibly further into your space and nearly taking up all the air between you. In a scramble to get some space, your hands fumble to lean you back, but you royally miscalculate, and your skin slips on the wet rock, sending you onto your back and sliding into the water with Lisa clinging to your hips. You’re smart this time, however, because you shut your mouth and take in a breath before the cool water envelops your burning skin.

On instinct, you hook your arms tight around Lisa’s waist in a vice grip, fearing drowning once more. All that’s audible to you is the rushing of water in your ears and all that’s visible to you is Lisa’s blue hair fanning around her face, cheeks chubby as she laughs at you. It’s not a surprise that the noises she makes carry to your ears clear as day, as was the perks of being a mermaid. 

“Couldn’t wait to get me all alone? Was the cave too public for your liking?” She teases, arms wrapping delicately around your shoulders as her legs leave your hips. Seconds later, her tail is back and brushing against your legs, moving back and forth to keep you both afloat, though still very much encompassed in water.

You frantically shake your head “no” in mortification, knowing Lisa was only enjoying your awkwardness more and more. You also had a feeling she wouldn���t help you up yet either, at least not until she was done teasing. 

“You’ve been practicing breathing techniques, haven’t you? That must mean you’re good at a handful of other things…” Her hand at your back pushes you impossibly closer to her, mouth hovering just inches over yours. Suddenly, you’ve got all the air in the world.

She looks you in the eyes, golden irises shining at you with a flash of uncertainty, “In that case,” she says, eyes flitting to your lips, “…can I try something?”

She waits until you’ve nodded your head, pulled her closer, given her the absolute a-okay, before she melded her lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. Your heart would not cease its fluttering as she held you, warmth flooding from your lips to your head to your fingers and toes despite the coolness of the blue that hid you away from curious eyes.

She kissed you in the way that no one else had ever been able to kiss you. This was her magic, the reason why you were so attracted to her. This was her spell that she casted, locking you in her gaze for all eternity. It was not a horror story of a human falling too deep into the clutches of a monster in hiding, and it was not a tragedy of two beings who could never be together. It was embarrassingly cliche, as you had so eloquently put it earlier, but you found you liked it that way.

Her kiss was so beguiling that you didn’t realize you were breathing air again until she pulled away, having floated the two of you back to the surface of the water, her arms locked around you so tightly that you pondered if she’d ever let you go. You certainly wouldn’t complain if she didn’t.

Wrapping your legs around her middle and positioning yourself against the alluring mermaid, you watch her childish smile turn into a sudden frown, “You don’t… think you could drop out of school to stay here and kiss me all day, do you?”

Her answer is a laugh from the mouth she soon kissed again to shut up.