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MERMAID AU MERMAID AU!!! This is the first chap of a story so be on the lookout for the next update in fourteen years!! No warnings really except Wes is sick asff and Jay's half of the chapter talks in "creature". You'll get what I'm talking about soon

Lady with the Pearl Eye || Ch. 1

~ Angler!Wes x Mermaid!Jay Kay ~

Word count: 2.7K

What started as a simple late night cast for supper had slowly snowballed into something much, much more.

This is crazy.

Wes was dripping wet with icy cold sea water. His winter coat was shouldered off. People would call him a madman for dunking it in the ocean, the once pristine wool soaking in the salt, damaging it for sure. But he has a plan.

This is crazy.

His frozen hands shake as he pulls the sopping jacket over the bare shoulders of a blonde woman– a blonde thing. Whatever it was in front of him wasn't human. He wasn't sure if the winter air was playing tricks on his eyes. Ice threatened to pluck them from their sockets as the storm howled around him.

She looked human. She had human arms, they pulled the wet clothing closer to her body. Her skin was soft and kissed by the sun, glowing underneath the moonlight. Her bare chest was like that of a woman's. Wes' eyes trail down to her stomach. And that was where the similarities stop.

No legs, just a thriving extremity, sickly yellow with violent blue and pulsating rings, much like the ones in her hair. Despite her appearance, she was calm. She was silent and her clawed hands gripped at Wes' wet shirt once he collected the creature in his hands. Something inside him was drawn to this... Thing. She saved him from a watery grave. He realized after saving him from the ocean, she would have to return to the sea. To the icy cold water. Just the idea made him shiver. They didn't deserve that. He was only using some of his mind when he decided to bring the thing home, wrapping her in a water soaked jacket to keep her from drying out. He promised the silent creature warm waters. The extra body (and the extra water) weighed on his aching body heavily, but Wes persisted. He felt that his limbs had frozen after his refreshing dunk, they creaked and popped underneath him, but he ignored it until he reached home.It wasn't too far now. Since he moved to the beach-side town, he decided a place nearby would be best for fishing. guess he got what he wanted. Theft wasn't common around these parts, so Wes had no reason to lock his front door, which came in handy, because he was sure he'd accidentally drop something important if he needed to find his keys.

He barreled through his tiny living room, stumbling through his hallway and bedroom and into his attached bathroom. With all of his strength, he lowered the creature into the tub, putting in the plug and setting the water to an appropriate temp for them, not too hot, not too cold.

Finally, Wes was allowed to collapse to the floor, his back pressed against the sink while he caught his breath. His icy blue eyes watched the thing in his tub. She was interested in the running water, crawling over it's own tail to get it's face closer, until she was practically face-to-face against a waterfall.

A delighted shiver ran up her body once the warm water touched the base of her human spine. She suddenly made the first noise Wes had heard from her, startling him a bit once she trilled with joy.

This... is crazy, He agreed for the third and final time. But he already had the creature in his house, so, might as well get used to it.

Wes' body was suddenly wracked with a violent shudder of his own. He wrapped his arms around his body, pulling his knees close to his chest so he could rest his chin. His shirt was still wet, and very cold, and it stuck to his body uncomfortably. If he were alone, he would've stripped. He didn't want to make his guest uncomfortable. And his body aches too terribly to move anywhere. So he stayed on the floor, sick and cold.

Everything ached. There was a pulsing pain in his muscles, and a throbbing so violently behind his eyes he was afraid it would pop them out of his skull. Wes watched lazily from the crook of his arm, the lady-thing in his bathtub enjoying the water.

Mermaid, His brain shrieked. But that was impossible, He retorted back. And yet, here she was.

The blonde felt his staring, and stared back. Wes' head tilted to the side, and her's did the same. The wet hair in her face moved along with it, and allowed Wes to see the rest of her face. One eye, bright as the sea she rescued him from, the other eye was closed, staying that way even when she grew bored of their staring contest, and went back to tinkering with the shampoo bottle on the side of the tub.

"What are you?" Wes murmured. She didn't hear him, or ignored him. He unraveled from his little ball of pain, crawling on his hands and knees over to the tub lip. This caught her attention. She watched closely, allowing Wes' hand to touch the warm water, and dive lower near her tail. "You're not human. You're not a fish, either."

He wasn't sure why he was acting so impulsively. His sickness was poisoning his brain. He wanted desperately to touch her tail. If she was a mermaid, her tail wasn't anything like in the shows or books. It wasn't scaly, moreso fleshy.

His fingertips grazed near where her thighs would be. The touch to her sensitive tail made the creature twitch, and Wes quickly took back his hand, not wanting to upset them, and also being odded out by its texture.

"Not like any fish I've seen."

It was... Not fish-like at all. The texture was something more akin to flesh, but far more slick and squishy. "Kind of like some octopus species I've read about... You're not venomous, are you?"

The creature sniffed at Wes' hand. The act was uncanny to the man, seeing such a human face act so... Animalistic.

Her hand came out of the water, gently tracing his palm with her claws, before they came between his digits, clasping his hand with hers. Wes didn't say a thing, instead silently staring down at the woman.

She chitters some more, then her hand is replaced with her forehead. Despite the rest of his body still running cold from his deep swim in the ocean, his palm was warm. She cooed and rubbed her head against his open hand, reminding Wes a lot like a street cat he occasionally fed. It was... Cute. Not even the purring was missed, a small sound vibrated from her throat, just like the smaller animals were so known for.

He talks to the air, the creature in his hand obviously not interested in what he had to say, more than his open palm. "This is all... So much." Wes sighed, taking back his hand. The woman-thing slipped against the lip of the tub, trying to follow without success. The hand that once caressed her face pressed against his forehead, trying to calm the ache in his head that was suddenly twice as loud as before. He groaned in pain and pulled away. "I'm too tired for this."

He pulls his hand against the rest of his face until it settled over his mouth. She watched him curiously with a wide, innocent eye.

He was beginning to get the sinking realization of what's really happened tonight. He fell out of his boat, almost drowning in the sea. He was rescued by some woman of the ocean, but he was most definitely missing his bait and tackle, and his prized boat. He loved that boat...

And now he had this fish lady in his bathtub, and he was showing symptoms of a cold. Dear God.

"I can't stay like this," Wes groaned standing up with twin pops in his knees. "I need to get to bed. Uh..." He pointed a reluctant finger at his tub. "Just... Stay here, please?" The creature looked at him with a wide eye as Wes backed away from the bathtub. His shoulder hits against the doorframe, following with a stumble outside of the bathroom. He's able to shut the door itself before collapsing into bed.

He's still cold. His legs are shaking, wet, sticky clothes melting into his body like a second skin. It takes too much effort to peel it all off until he's down to his true bare body. It's all thrown to the floor in a sopping mess on the carpet. He'll carr about that tomorrow.

Wes doesn't like sleeping naked, but it's better than the alternative. Right now, he felt like he'd rather die than stand up and put on new clothes. His arms can barely bring him up against his pillows, his soft blanket encapsulating his aching body. The sheets and blanket aren't warm, but it feels like fire on his flesh, but he still continues to shake. His eyelids are too heavy to stay open, so lays in bed with his eyes closed, listening to the howling wind, inhuman chirps, and his own labored breathing for far too long before they help him drift off to sleep. His dreams are filled with fish swimming in golden skies and white clouds, spiraling blues swallowing him whole. And that night it's like his dreams and his sleep goes on for far too long.

The creature is left alone. The silence was deafening, only broken by the single, lonely drip that occasionally came from the empty waterfall. Though the warm bucket was nice, she missed the screaming song of the sea. She missed the deep blue blanket that wrapped around her entirely. It was replaced by a painful bright white, blistering sun so much more evil than the true yellow from outside. And it was so painfully silent.

Nights like this, with the howling sky, the creature liked to hide itself in a cave on land, not far from her pod in the ocean, just in crawling distance. The song of the sky sounded so beautiful climbing it's way through the holes in the cave ceiling. She could stay there for hours listening to it's song, even once her tail shriveled up , it took so much to leave the wonderful noise.

For the first time in her life, she'd never seen water so still. If she held her breath, she could watch the ripples in the water around her disappear, and leave her to her lonesome. She allowed herself to breathe to meet them again.

There wasn't much to do in this tiny sea. She felt extremely bored, a feeling she didn't expect to meet with again. She was sure once that land thing took her into it's arms, she would've been a goner, just like the others from her pod that were never seen again. But the moment It gave her their skin, soaked in the blood of her home, she wasn't sure what to think then. And It put her in this tiny ocean, and her body was kissed with the warmth she missed from so long ago. They held her hand. It wasn't much different from her own. But it was so naked. No claws to protect, no webbing to swim with. So similar, but so different.

Surely, a predator wouldn't be so kind.

The pair of things in front of her, mirroring on each side of the waterfall. She'd seen them before. The land folk used them to move their giant wooden whales. That's what It used before to make the waterfall start, then stop. How did they do it? The water was going cold. She missed it's warmth, she wanted it back so desperately, but as much as she pulled and wiggled the little contraptions, the tiny drops of water didn't stop, as her actions were all in vain.

The water was cold now.

During one of her silent fits, her ears picked up a new noise. Far away, like the call of a creature from the sky. But this came from her side, not above, from behind that wooden wall. It wasn't familiar at all, but she would acquaint it with the conversation between two whales. But it was speaking alone, no one to call back. So it continued to sing alone, almost deep enough for the creature to feel it in her bones.

Ah! Another body! Surely, it had to be the land folk from before.

Her body fought near desperately against the slippery walls of her man-made sea. Her claws were no help against the smooth silvery feeling of the bucket she was in. Triumphantly, the creature had made it halfway out, before a slip caused her to tumble outside of the bucket, onto the much colder beach floor below.

She'd been outside of the ocean before. She didn't enjoy how heavy her body felt without the gentle hand of the ocean to help carry her. Luckily, her arms were strong. She was able to carry herself across the room, and to the wooden wall. Something shiny caught her eye. She wanted it. It was stuck to the wall, and jiggled when she grabbed at it. A lucky twist allowed her to open the "wall", and she slipped against the floor again.

It opened to a brand new world. She was in here earlier before, for the blink of an eye. It was dark now, and that whale song from before was much louder, and much more painful on the ear. She slipped through the frame, despising the feeling of the fur underneath her, against her tail. She knew what she had to do, and her tail slipped off easily, laying in the door frame as she crawled away.

She hated "this" even more than the land's weight, her "land tails". They were so awkward, and so hard to use. They were supposed to let her move like the land folk, but it was so terribly tricky to do. It was hard enough to balance on three limbs, but two? Forget it. Although there was a way of moving with her now "four" limbs, it was quick, it was easy, and she liked to do it, and it didn't hurt as much as it did to crawl with her tail on.

She followed the noise, crawling onto something soft but firm. It didn't give away underneath her, and felt much more pleasant than the floor. As she expected from following the whale sounds, she found that land folk from before, asleep, making such terrible noises while it slept on it's back.

It's face was red, making even worse noises between the loud droning, as if choking on the same air it breathed. They were covered with the same softness she was standing on. Digging it up, she found the rest of it's body underneath, bare of the skin it was wearing before... That wasn't strange, though. She'd seen their kind strip of their flesh time and time again, much like how she could strip from her tail. They're supposed to do it before coming underwater, she's understood. But how come this one didn't? Maybe they die if they don't, which was what brought her to saving his life that night.

She dug up more of the softness... Oh, she'd seen that before. The males of her species had things similar to it. They must've been a male, too.

She also found warmth, warmth the thing didn't have before when they first met. It felt... Wonderful. She wanted it. So the creature fixed herself underneath the softness like he was, mirroring it's body. She buried herself underneath it, making sure it was fixed just like it was before she disrupted it. And she came closer to the land folk. He was much warmer now, but there was a soft tremble to his body. She clung to his body with hers. The warmth between them mixed, and subconsciously, the land folk melted against her, shuddering and sighing in his sleep. Her clawed hands were careful not to scare his delicate skin as she held him closer, enjoying his warmth and allowing him to do the same to her. Her body became heavy, not due to the weight of the dry world, but due to another reason, and the creature allowed herself to fall asleep next to him. As she drifted to another new, and exciting world, she found that the man next to her had stopped his dreadful whale call, thankfully.

#Ok me when i GO CRAZY #ILY I LOVE THIS IM SO FUCKING HYPED

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HIIIII. DID ANYONE ORDER SOME BEN AND TARA CONTENT?? This won a poll like eons ago but I finally finished it!!! Just a little silly thing. Content warning for some language and a little spat with some meanies. I had his BR: SPIDERMAN design in mind :3c

Five years on the West Coast was nowhere near enough to make Tara feel homesick. She didn't jump at the opportunity to come back to New York, coming back to it left a bad taste in her mouth, but she could admit, the city had a charm to it when it was seen at night.

Her watch read twenty after ten. Her precious boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, like most nights. But something didn't sit right in her brain, and Tara was smart enough to trust her mind. Ben promised he'd be back by nine. So where the heck was he?

Tara in her signature red was illuminated by street lamps as she walked her way over to the Daily Grind, the place Ben was working at. It wasn't too far from their apartment, she was glad for that. She didn't have a clue where he could be, but surely the Grind would be a decent place to start? They had good coffee, anyway. What time did they close? Maybe she could get some before then.

Her ears picked up on something. Footsteps, the soft sound of crackling gravel.

Tara tried to focus in on them without daring a look behind her. One set of feet, no, maybe two. They came out of nowhere, when did they start to follow her?

Coffee could wait. She made an extra turn she didn't need. Then one more, checking to see if she was being trailed, or if her paranoia was getting the best of her. And as her luck would have it, she was right.

As always the brunette's feet are moving before her own brain does. Always her downfall. She turns around on her heel, looking back at the men tailing her with an unamused look. She has her hands on her hips, subconsciously puffing out her chest to appear more imposing. It doesn't work, of course. There's two of them. Even the scrawny one was still a head taller than her. The other guy was stronger than the first. They both wore baggy clothes, the hands on the bigger one were hiding in his hoodie pocket. A sure place to be keeping something.

"Can I help you boys?" Tara asked keeping calm.

The smaller one's smile was all teeth, and Tara was sure then that she wasn't going to trust them. His voice as he spoke was whiney and irritating, grating on her ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"Me an' my friend here are strapped f'r cash! We jus' need a couple bucks for a bottle of liquor at the shop around the bend."

Tara hesitated for a moment. The answer sounded genuine. Slowly, she responded. "...Sorry, would love to help, but I don't have anything to give you."

"Oh, we weren't askin'."

Figures she was right, curse the bleeding heart. Always trust your gut, that's what she always told herself.

Her eyes flickered to the bulkier man and the item he pulled out of his hoodie pocket that reflected the light of the street lamp behind Tara- a knife, of course it was a knife -then they traveled back to the shorter one, that smile from before the same, although somehow even more menacing. "We're just lookin' for the wallet, nothing else, and you're free to leave."

Tara stood her ground. "I told you, I don't even have my wallet. I just came out here looking for someone."

The blond cooed, "Couldn't find 'em, huh? Well, don't worry! We'll keep you safe, sugar!"

Tara's collar was violently yanked forward; she tripped over her feet, forced on her toe tips by her assailant. Her nose was pressed to his, she could smell the stale alcohol on his breath, and it made her stomach turn. "But it's gonna cost ya."

Now the blond holding her had the knife, and he was tracing the side of her cheek with the back of the blade. Instinctively, she tilted her head as far away as she could. It wasn't much. Her assailant could still easily cut open her face if she wasn't careful. "Our protection ain't free, so if you don't have a wallet, then we're jus' gonna have to use somethin' else."

Tara could fight. Maybe not win, but she could book it and race to somewhere safe before they knew what hit them. Scenes like this weren't unfamiliar. A quick kick between the legs was helpful enough. But that second guy... He was a problem. If he got a hand on Tara, it looked like he was strong enough to break her little noodle arm with just a flex. He was strong, but maybe she was faster. The Grind was probably closed by now, the apartment was still a couple blocks away. She'd lived in NYC before, but never the queens side. Tara couldn't think of anywhere else to go!..

A noise got her attention. A solid Thwump! of meat hitting the ground roughly. The blond holding Tara looked away for a split second, from over his shoulder she saw his accomplice in the road, unconscious.

"The fuck?"

He's barely allowed to finish before a glass bottle is thrown at his head. He drops Tara on the ground, folding into himself, cursing in pain, but he was still awake. He swung around violently, threatening open air with his knife, eyes flailing looking for whoever attacked him as Tara stumbled backwards and away, eyes glued to what was happening. Instinct told her to book it, but the show was too extreme. She wanted to see just what the hell was happening.

The thief kept cursing. Taunting whatever threat he was facing. That was when the hero showed himself, jumping out from the shadows of an alley to Tara's left, wailing on the blond with a clean sucker punch to his jaw, taking him out easily. The thief didn't stand a chance; the guy in scarlet red towered over the weasel, clearly just as strong as his unconscious friend, with coursing muscles stretching against a skin tight suit. It wasn't a bad sight. Not bad at all.

He was breathing heavy, he didn't make a move while he stood towering over the two lumps in the road. Even when Tara stood up, running over to the man known as Spiderman, he didn't so much as flinch when she threw her arms over his shoulders, her body melting against his in a half-assed hug.

"Oh, thank you, Spiderman! Surely, I would be a goner without your help!"

His head slowly turns to the side. Tara can't meet his eyes due to the mask, but she can feel his soft irritation and the skepticism underneath it all. "Don't tell me you came out here just to get my attention by getting yourself in trouble." He finally spoke.

"Of course not! I'm out here looking for someone, actually." The Spider begun to walk off, Tara followed close by. He was returning to the same alleyway he made his entrance from. "Maybe you'd know him? About yey-tall, blond hair. The most beautiful brown eyes."

"Not ringing a bell." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

Tara sighed, "That's a shame. Well, he's my BOYFRIEND, actually. And he PROMISED me he'd be back home at nine."

"Uh-huh." He made it to one side of the alley, twisting to rest his back against the brick. He crossed his arms over the spider symbol on his chest, listening to the civilian continue talking. "But, y'know. It's 10PM, and he's still not home. So he's broke his promise, and he's in very big trouble."

"How scary." Spiderman teased, and Tara frowned.

He suddenly jumped, using his superior strength and his climbing abilities to scale the wall opposite before Tara even realized. She let out a yelp of surprise, twisting her neck to watch him escape out of sight. "Hey– wait! I haven't even given you a proper "thank you", yet!"

"No need. It's my job to help."

It was like talking to a brick wall. Well, literally speaking, Tara was. His red suit was out of sight. Despite that, the brunette kept talking with the hero. "Aw, come on, you saved my life! I have to give you something in return!"

On the rooftop, the spider paused. He looked down at the tiny figure, still staring up, looking for him with wide eyes. Shaking his head, he uses his web fluid to gently lower himself yet again. He's upside down, her lips are level with his. He has ideas in mind, swinging like a mobile in a baby's crib, but he doesn't keep them all in mind for long. Instead he's asking the civilian; "What kind of something?"

She has a playful smile on her lips, the same smile he's fallen for time and time again, and he'll keep doing it. She comes a little closer, speaking easily. Her voice was sweet on his ear. "Oh, y'know, that kind of something all the superheroes want," Tara's fingers graze his mask, it takes everything in Ben not to shudder with delight. He loves her touch, loves feeling her tease his skin, but he can't show it yet. He's having too much fun.

She peels the mask down and up his face, allowing Tara to see the soft stubble around the hero's lips and freeing his nose with it. His lips are parted just a little bit, tempting her to break character too soon.

"And what about that boyfriend of yours, hmm?" He asks, not daring to look away from Tara for more than a second. It seems like any time he does, she always finds herself in trouble. A thief, purse snatcher, goddamn Kaine himself. "I'm sure he wouldn't want you acting like this around other men, would he?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Her thumb ghosts against lips, and he almost breaks. "Would you, Hun?"

Instead of responding, Ben's answer is a kiss. Finally. Thank God, he praises in his mind. Her hands move to cup his head in a gentle caress, pressing him closer as she opens her mouth to him. It's either her lips or the blood rushing to his head, Ben begins to feel dizzier the longer he stays like this. And every second is worth it.

His hands mirror her's; his mask spares him the horror of tussled hair, but Tara isn't as lucky. His fingers dig into her soft tresses, tugging at it. The both of them keep trying to press themselves closer to the other, but it's never enough.

Their lips part with a loud, cartoonish "smack". They're both lost for breath, using each other as leverage so neither falls. Tara dissolves into a fit of giggles, and Ben loves the sound of it.

He asked her, "You come out here, almost get mugged, and this is how you react?"

"Hey! I wouldn't be out here if YOU kept your promise. It's past ten, you said you were done for the day." Without the mask hiding the bottom half of his face, the brunette saw the easy smirk he wore. Listening to her speak, Ben was easily unhooked from his hanging web and standing on his two feet. He takes off the rest of his mask, allowing Tara to see the dyed blond hair, and those pretty brown eyes that she loved so much.

He encapsulates her in a hug, burrowing his nose in her neck. "'m sorry, baby. The whole late night vigilante routine comes with the suit, you know. It's my job. Can you forgive me?"

"I can manage it." Tara kissed the side of his head, enjoying the moment. "How's it hanging, anyway? Anything fun happen tonight?"

"Besides saving my own girlfriend from some street thugs..? Honestly, it's been nice. I guess everyone in the city decided to take the night off." Tara couldn't fight off that small shimmer of hope she felt in her chest. "Does that mean, maybe you can..?"

"Mh-hm." He smiled, pecking her cheek. "Time to clock out." The mask is pulled back on, his hand slides down to Tara's waist, walking her out of the alley. "Excited to have Thee Spiderman walk you home, sweetness?"

"I had a better idea; wanna swing home instead?"

"Not a bad one. You think you can handle it?"

"Obviously."

#Friend's ships #OUYGWU IUYYX8W898QY HAHHHH YUIAU YAIDUDU *SCREAMING*

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