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🧜‍♀️Tourist of Opportunity [Deuce Spade] 🧜‍♀️

It had been one of the last vacations Deuce had taken.

Being a single mother meant they didn’t often have the opportunity to travel as a family, and his behavior didn’t exactly make him deserving of one… But a relative of his mothers had won free lodging in a contest and wasn’t able to attend, so they had asked his mother if she’d like to go instead. She had asked him, with a desperate pleading look, to be on his best behavior while they were at the resort and he had agreed with a shameful nod of his head.

He hated that he caused her trouble.

To make the trip truly relaxing for her not only would he keep his nose clean, but he’d stay out of her hair as well. While she seemed worried about a young teenager wandering around, the workers assured he wouldn’t be allowed to leave resort grounds without her explicit consent. She seemed to relax her shoulders at that, enough that it gave Deuce some relief as well. He knew how to entertain himself and even if he didn’t, he’d start counting every spec of sand on the beach before bothering her.

He found a cozy spot on the beach near a set of rocks that made for—well, it was a seat. He had a watch that he had since he was little, recently smashed in a fight, and he had been tinkering with it for quite some time. He knew that it was probably hopeless as the mechanisms inside were ground to dust at this point, but he was finding a way to keep his mind busy; it helped him get a little more familiar with how it worked, what made it tick, and he did that often with machinery even if he knew it was broken.

It was just his own little way of being useful around the house, helpful and a good son like he should be.

There’s something glittering in the distance that Deuce noticed, just beneath the water, but he doesn’t pay it much mind. It could easily just be the bright sun reflecting off the ocean’s surface, plus, the watch was taking up all his attention. There were splashes of water, waves hitting the beach, a large one coming in faster than Deuce could realize until it had him completely soaked.

Well, the watch was done for after that.

It was his own fault for trying to fix something like that on the beach of all places but he sighed, wiping what sand he could off of it.

“That’s a pretty thing you have there. A watch, right?”

He nearly dumped the watch right back into the sand when he looked toward where the voice had come from, eyes scanning the nearby rocks until the glittery something hit his eyes again. Scales? Definitely scales. He’d only seen a certain types of fish up close, none quite that striking color or as a sparkly—Merperson. A merperson!

You seemed amused by his surprise, leaning further against the rock and smiling at him as he soaked in your image. The existence of merpeople was well known but it wasn’t often you got to mingle; you knew there was some type of potion that would allow you to talk on land but it was expensive, and you had never had a reason to look into it. Swimming near the shores where all the tourists liked to go was your source of entertainment, having met plenty of interesting people (and some creeps, but thankfully you could swim far faster than they could).

Deuce wasn’t used to be talked to like this. You hadn’t just surprised him, you weren’t showing an ounce of wariness. You flicked your tail playfully at him, splashing his feet with some water.

“Why not come closer?”

Wasn’t there a tale that warned against that? Deuce hadn’t read many fairy tales…

“Can I see that thing you keep messing with?”

Deuce gave in, knowing the employees were just a stones throw away if he really did have to call for him. He carefully navigated over the rocks, nearly slipping from one a little deeper in the water; he gets an up close and personal view of just how fast a mermaid could be, your hands on his back to hold him up right until he found his footing. That rock was his final destination, seating himself carefully while you pulled yourself up on the other side, hand held out expectantly.

You turned the watch in your hand, over and over, a curious expression on your face.

“This doesn’t look like it works…”

“It doesn’t.”

“Then why have you been staring at it all day?”

“Oh, uh…” Deuce suddenly felt sweaty, nervous, like he was supposed to be more interesting than he actually was. He looked at his hands, the rock, the birds loudly squawking in the distance, anywhere but at you. “I was trying to… fix it.”

“No luck?”

“None.”

“That’s okay, it’s kinda fun to look at anyway.” You reached your hand in to touch the tiny clock hand, manually moving it around. “Do you know what time it actually is?”

“Let me check…” Deuce pulled his phone from his pocket, thankful again that he hadn’t been fully submerged as he wouldn’t have gotten this working again either. It would’ve been more trouble for his poor mother… Maybe he should’ve just stayed locked up in his room.

He gave you the time and you spun the hands around, setting it properly.

“There!” You reached out to give it back to him, “Now it’ll be stuck at the time we met forever. And you’ll never forget me!”

It would be hard to forget you in the first place, but for you to forget him… He was just some punk kid sitting on the beach staring at a watch, you’d probably seen a dozen more interesting people that morning. Something about it unsettled him, left a queasy feeling in his stomach. He wanted to be interesting to you. He wanted you to remember him.

“You keep it.”

“Me? I don’t have use for a watch…”

“It’s broken, so me either…” You both stared at it for a moment, only the sounds of the waves filling the empty space. You finally smiled, retracting your hand that was holding the watch and keeping it close to your chest.

“Thank you for your present. I should give you one too, right?”

“Yo-you don’t have to—” You slipped into the ocean and slid beneath the surface before he could get a word in, moving slowly to peak over the edge at where you had disappeared. It’s only a few moments until he sees the glitter of your tail again shining through, his eyes mesmerized by the display; such a wonderful color, unique, one he could certainly never forget. And suddenly it’s in front of him, tinier, but there.

“A scale. My scale!” He didn’t move to take it so you took initiative yourself, taking hold of his hand and opening his fingers so his palm was upward; you placed the scale in, then closed his fingers, regaining your distance. “I should be getting home for lunch, parents get a little twitchy when I go to shore and don’t come home, buttttt that should be a promise. To never forget me, ‘kay? I’ll be mad if you do!”

Your head stayed above the surface as you drifted away, waving to him until you finally seemed to disappear into the sunset; he waved back as long as he knew you could see him. He didn’t think there was much left to do on the beach, now that his watch was gone and it was time for dinner, and the one promise he had made to his mom was to always been on time to dinner.

It was years since then, yet the day still stood out in his mind. He’d never met someone so beautiful before, so unafraid and confident even when dealing with someone they didn’t know. He held onto that experience forever, hoping to one day visit that resort again, wondering if you still traveled there to tourist watch or if you’d moved on to better things. You seemed about his age so maybe you were too busy, and that he should’ve asked you more about yourself when he had the chance. It was such a fleeting moment he almost felt silly about how it stuck in his mind like glue.

And then there you were.

The lack of tail and soaking wet hair didn’t phase Deuce, he knew it was you.

Walking, with legs, in your Octavinelle uniform, speaking to another dorm member with a smile on your face. He almost approached you but decided against it, too embarrassed, too afraid, to be confronted with the fact you might not remember him. He reminded himself again that it wouldn’t be unusual, that you had been a social merperson who had seen a million land dweller’s faces, but he would’ve remembered you among a sea of merpeople’s faces (if he ever had the opportunity to meet more than one).

“What’s wrong with your watch?”

Deuce was still deciding on whether to bite the bullet, to introduce himself like you’d never met before, when he heard your friend speak up. You regarded them with the same amused smile you had worn all those years ago, head tilting as you held up the wrist that had your watch on it—The same one he had given you! He’d recognize it for sure, if from no other detail than the broken face of it and it’s unmoving hands.

Still stuck to the same time.

“It was a gift from this cute boy I met,” You seemed to look at the watch fondly, at least, Deuce thought it was something like that. Had you really liked his broken watch so much? Your scale was something far more valuable. He had carried it around with him in his pocket as a good luck charming, squeezing it tight when he thought he may be getting into trouble; it always seemed to help him when he needed it most.

“It’s broken?” Your friend seemed puzzled. “Some dude gave you a broken ass watch and you still like him? You’re weird.”

“You had to be there.” You shrugged, unbothered by their disbelief. “I don’t really know how to find him, but I’m hoping he’ll just plop on my lap again someday.”

“You sound just like the prince… Well, not exactly, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get back to studying before we’re scolded.”

Deuce felt his heart clench, holding his breath until he heard your footsteps fade into silence. He might not be able to talk to you just yet but you were closer to him now then you ever were. He’d have plenty of chances to strike up a conversation and then after that…

Deuce could offer you something far better than some broken watch.

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the-kr8tor · 6 days

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Oh wow oh look another damn idea

*slams my fist on the table*

Deep sea witch Hobie! X Mermaid reader!

Hobie who would look a bit like Ursula, dark limbs floating and grabbing onto multiple bottles while he makes his potions and spells all with a concentrated frown. A renowned and fear witch of the depths, one which your family highly disapproves of. You're used to hearing things like; "he's a bad omen", "he'll steal your soul and eat your heart", "he is nothing but a crook and a mischievous devil of the seas".

Of course...you don't believe it's true. It can't be? At least that's probably what you're thinking and yet when you stand in front of his underwater cave you shake and tremble.

What do you even want from him again? You can't fully remember as he slithers out the cave and stares at you with a toothy grin. Menacingly gorgeous really.

You're not the only one staring. He believes he's never seen a more beautiful thing in the ocean, and he's travelled the seas. But he knows all the beauty he sees in you might just be ruined depending on what you ask of him. He never refuses a guest and a client.

Yet you surprise him. You only ask him about himself, sitting yourself down on a rock as you stare back at him, fully genuine in your intentions. He's unsure what to make of it. So he decides to scare you. Maybe that'll throw you off. Make you fear him like the others.

You probably flee every time he does manage to make you scared, or hide behind your rock wide eyed. But you keep coming back. And with every new day where you see him, he unwillingly lets himself get accustomed to you. He's surprisingly kind and gentle when he wants to be. Rubbing your scales with ointment, knowing that soon you'll lose a few and get itchy. Or he'll carefully drag his fingertips over your skin and tail, draping you in softer clothes, decorating you in the black pearls you ought to wear. Black pearls that represent him, his small mark on you. Dedicating you as someone people shouldn't fool or hurt, someone the deep unforgiving sea witch loves. Yet you don't get the message though do you, he'll try harder next time. But for now he enjoys seeing you clueless.

-🪦 (I don't know what I was on but enjoy FR this is kinda based off just multiple things but on your writing of Hobie too <3 XX)

WOAHHH THAT WAS AN AMAZING READ!! I LOVE THIS AU!

Like R has wiggled their way into his dark heart without even trying and they haven't even noticed how he looks at them with softness that no one in the deep sea has seen him sport. Also mermaid! R coming to him for a deal so they could exchange their tail for a pair of legs bc of this one sailor they saw and instantly fell for but the moment they saw Hobie they're like "sailor who?" And just stayed in his cave for a bit with an excuse that they've forgotten what they wanted lol

Hobie's evil facade just cracks for the sweet mermaid that managed to lighten his home and melt his icy heart 🥺🥺🥺

#ask answered #hobie thoughts #🫶🫶🫶#🪦 anon #is this my contribution for mermay? 🤷‍♀️ we'll never know 😂

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