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Mysterious creature

˙ . ꒷ 🪼 . 𖦹˙—

a/n:English is not my first language ❗️

˙ . ꒷ 🪼 . 𖦹˙—── .✦─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Abby Anderson x mermaid reader

Part 3

˙ . ꒷ 🪼 . 𖦹˙—── .✦─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Part1, Part2

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You take a deep breath — or the mermaid equivalent of it. Abby’s gaze is steady, determined, defiant. But there’s also a vulnerability in her eyes. Something about the way she looks at you unsettles you, as if she sees more than she should.

You look away, trying to stay composed. But the sand embedded under your nails betrays the tension building in your chest.

“This island isn’t for you,”

you say at last, your voice low and firm.

“It’s not for any human.”

Abby frowns, her still-wet hair clinging to her skin.

“What are you afraid of? That I’ll steal some magical secret?”

she stands up, her tone almost mocking, but there’s a tremble in her voice and a hint of disappointment.

“I just want to understand. And maybe… maybe—”

She stops, looking down.

You stare at her, your hardened expression softening for a brief moment.

“There... is not a place for you, Abby. Besides, why is it so important? You wanted to see creatures, right? Well, here I am. Isn’t that enough?”

Abby steps closer to you, as if the danger in your ancient eyes no longer scares her.

“But you accepted me. There’s more to you. I’d like to see it. In the stories I’ve heard, there’s an island where mermaids gather. People say they’re dangerous, but being here with you, these days we’ve shared... it made me think differently.”

The silence that follows seems to echo within you.

She continues:

“You could’ve let me drown. You could’ve stayed hidden. But you didn’t. You fed me. Protected me. So tell me... why are you pulling away?”

You close your eyes, and for a moment, the voices of your childhood return — the warnings, the punishments, the legends about humans, the war, what they did to your kind. What they did to *you*, even unknowingly.

But Abby isn’t them.

And that... terrifies you.

You open your eyes again.

“If I take you there... there’s no turning back. And if they see you, they’ll know it was me. I could be banished. Hunted. Even killed. That place has rules. It’s not that simple.”

Your father’s voice, his warning, pounds in your mind.

She kneels before you, regret all over her face. Her hand reaches out to yours but stops in the air.

She seems to realize the consequences—for both of you.

“Sorry... Sorry for not thinking straight, I was so obsessed that... I didn't think about the consequences that this could bring to both you and me"

You blink, surprised she didn’t push further. Looking deeply into her eyes, you realize she means it.

“Well, have you started preparing your boat?”

The days, then weeks pass. Abby hasn’t brought it up again. That makes you feel relieved. Safe. And in that quiet, your bond with her deepens—more than it ever should have.

You’re both sitting in the stone cave, your tail lazily swaying in the water, glowing under the sunlight above. You watch her carefully as she flexes her arms, tying pieces of wood together. Her little boat is nearly finished, and that makes you sad—you can’t help it.

Abby had pulled smiles from you, even laughter, which felt like a challenge to her. It surprised you, too. But it didn’t matter anymore. Being with her made you feel more like yourself—free from the judgment you always felt around your family.

Abby notices your gaze and gives you a cheeky grin.

“"Are you going to eat with your eyes or something? Or some other way? You're scaring me.”

You choke on your words and shoot her a reproachful look. Your pale face now burns red like a pepper. You splash water at her face and look away, only to hear her laughing.

“Hey! Sorry, I was just teasing. Actually, I kinda liked it. Look at me all you want—I don’t mind.”

That annoying charm—yet you like it. It’s pathetic. You grumble something under your breath.

“Idiot, I wasn’t staring at you. I was just watching what you were doing. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Abby shakes her head, pretending to believe you. She stops what she’s doing and moves closer to the edge where you're sitting. Your heart races, your body tenses—everything slows as she draws near.

Her feet dip into the water, creating small ripples. She’s quiet. You don’t speak either.

“I’ve always wanted to ask, but I thought it might bother you. I couldn’t help it, though.”

She looks at you, her eyes flickering briefly to your lips, then back up.

“Don’t you have someone? Family? You spend most of your time with me… sometimes I feel like I’m keeping you from something.”

She fidgets with her fingers—cute. You take a deep breath, searching for the right words. Abby feels... trustworthy.

“Well, I have a family. A mother, a father, and siblings. I don’t like spending too much time with them. I feel trapped there. My father is... strict. He rules over all the seas. He’s probably the one who summoned that storm— the one that killed many of your men and wrecked your ship.”

Abby’s eyes widen and she curses under her breath. But she doesn’t interrupt.

“He felt threatened. He always does. That’s why so many sailors have sunk ships—you’ve probably heard the stories from your elders. My mother... she lives in his shadow. She never disobeys. Never raises her voice. But I know she cares, even if she won’t say it. My siblings... well, they’re annoying.”

Abby laughs, and so do you. You go on, telling stories of how insufferable they are.

“I have one too. His name is Lev. We’ve always been close. Always trusted each other. Even though we’re not blood-related, he’s in my heart.”

The mood shifts—nostalgic and full of longing. Abby reaches for a pendant under her torn white shirt. You hadn’t noticed it before—it was well-hidden. She pulls it out and opens it. It’s a locket, with a photo of her and a young boy with soft eyes and a wide smile. You can’t help but smile at the silly faces Abby makes at the picture.

“He’s probably waiting for you now. From the way you spoke, I doubt he’s given up on you.”

You say softly, looking at the locket and then back at Abby. Her lips pout slightly, her nose turning red. Your heart aches. You slowly move closer, not wanting to startle her. You place your cold hand on her shoulder and squeeze it gently.

Abby looks at you. Her first tears fall across her cheek. She hugs you tightly, her strong arms wrapping around your waist, her face buried in your neck. Her sobs break you. You hold her tightly—words aren’t enough now. All she needed was comfort, something to hold onto. Abby may act tough, but even the strongest have a weakness. And now, you know hers.

Minutes pass. Abby stops crying, but she doesn’t move. She stays there, pressed against you. You don’t push her away—you like it. Her warm body against your cold one—it feels like a connection. You gently run your sharp nails through her blonde hair, carefully. At first, she shivers a little, but then relaxes.

You're lying on the rocks—uncomfortable. Especially with a strong woman draped over you like a clingy sloth. Your tail rests between her legs. The sun is fading. Darkness starts to fill the small hole in the ceiling of the cave.

Abby shifts slightly, mumbling. She moves her hand to your waist to steady herself. She lifts her face from your neck and looks at you. Both your breaths falter. So close now—everything feels hot. Your naturally cold body now feels warm, like your souls are linked.

Abby looks at your soft pink lips, then back to your eyes. Slowly, she leans in. Her hand on your waist tightens. You don’t hold back either, leaning in, your faces just centimeters apart—lips brushing. In one swift move, Abby kisses you fiercely. Teeth clash at first, but neither of you cares.

The kiss is hungry, desperate, like she’s waited forever for it. You bring both hands to her face, your fingers tracing her flushed cheeks, moaning between kisses. Abby wastes no time, sliding her tongue into your mouth. She lets out a whimper at the feel of your thin, slick tongue against hers—so different in texture.

Abby pulls you on top of her, hands gripping your waist, the kiss unbroken.

You lose track of time—lost in the heat, in each other. You only notice when you pull away to breathe and see her lips—red and swollen. You run your fingers over them and smirk. Abby smiles back, running her fingers through your hair, curling them into your strands. You wet your lips, ready to kiss her again—until you freeze.

Abby looks confused at your sudden pause.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

You slowly sit up, still staring ahead, avoiding her confused gaze.

You turn your head, and there he is.

Furious. Disappointed. Nostrils flaring. Arms crossed tightly.

The disgust in his eyes burns through you as he takes in the scene.

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penultimate part 🙏🙏

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Mysterious creature

── .✦˙ . ꒷ 🪼 . 𖦹˙—

a/n:English is not my first language ❗️

Abby Anderson x mermaid reader

PART2

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Part1 here

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The submerged silence was as heavy as the water surrounding her.

The warmth of the blood on her forehead mixed with the cold of the ocean formed an almost anesthetic contrast. Abby could barely feel her own body. Only the pressure... and the touch. That touch.

The hands holding her face weren’t rough, nor human. They were smooth, wet, and cold like polished stone. She didn’t know if it was illusion or instinct, but she let herself go. Her consciousness slipped away like sand through fingers, and in the last flickers of vision, she saw eyes. Big, intense eyes that watched her with something between curiosity... and sadness? They weren’t human eyes.

When Abby woke up, she was no longer in the sea.

Well, she was on the sand, an island. Propping herself up on her elbows, she realized the pain from her dislocated arm was gone. Slowly, she tried to stand but began coughing, spitting out saltwater. Looking around the small island, there was nothing there, not a single soul, only the sound of waves crashing against the shore. As she stood, dizziness overtook her again, and she fell back to the ground, her head throbbing, her vision blurry. Realizing the dizziness wouldn’t pass soon, she lay back down, dry sand clinging to her still-damp body and hair. Her body relaxed. She tried to fight the fatigue, but it overcame her. Her eyelids slowly shut.

Silence lingered for a while, until she heard a song—soft, melancholic. And she felt that same touch from the night the ship had shattered.

Now with a drier face, she could feel the fingers better—cold, and with sharp nails. She tried to open her eyes to see what it could be, but they wouldn’t obey her. The light was too much. Everything was automatic; her face moved with the touch, leaning into it. She felt her lips gently parted, then came into contact with a bitter, icy liquid. Instinctively, her body jolted, and she sat up suddenly. After coughing, she felt a presence beside her. Her body went cold. She stared at the sand stuck to her pants, afraid to look up.

Slowly, her eyes rose. Beside her—a shadow. Sitting. Watching.

It was the creature.

Half woman, half fish. But far more than that. The moonlight revealed silver skin that shimmered like water under the moon. Her hair still clung to her face, but now Abby could see her features—beautiful, angular, ancient. The creature studied her with deep, almost black eyes, as if trying to decide whether Abby was a threat.

You had never seen a human before, always curious about them despite the warnings from your parents, siblings, and friends.

You just watched her, staring without blinking. Abby's face filled with terror as she dragged herself backward, away from you. But you didn’t move—just kept watching, curious. Then you began dragging your tail through the sand, slowly getting closer. Abby grabbed a piece of wood she hadn’t noticed before and pointed it at you.

Abby, breathless, her voice hoarse:

"What... what are you?"

You didn’t respond. Just stared in silence. That seemed to irritate Abby. Her arm holding the wood slowly lowered. She asked again, softer:

“Did... you save me?”

You looked at the sea, then back at her.

“Your ship sank in the territory of the cold currents. Almost no one survives. I... heard your heart sinking. It didn’t want to stop.”

Abby swallowed hard, her voice cracking.

“I thought I was going to die. I thought...”

She looked at her trembling hands.

“Why did you save me? I can’t believe it. I thought creatures like you would do the opposite.”

You, still looking into her eyes, replied:

“I don’t know why I did it.”

Abby still stared blankly at the sand.

“I don’t know what I heard. It just... didn’t feel like the end.”

You gently moved closer.

“It can be the end, if you want. Or it can be something else. A beginning.”

Abby looked at you for the first time without so much fear.

“A beginning of what?”

You looked around, watching birds flying in the sky.

“You don’t want to stay here forever, do you?”

You looked back at her.

Abby, still frightened, her lips trembling, looked at the sea and shook her head.

“No, I don’t. But I don’t know how to leave. I’ve lost almost everything.”

Resting her arms on her knees, deep in thought, she seemed to have an idea.

“You can’t stay on this island. Not for long. It’s been ruined for a long time—by your people, who colonized it.”

Abby raised an eyebrow at you.

“Hey, don’t blame me for something that happened before I was even born. Blame them!”

You found it cute. She actually seemed a bit offended by something she had no part in.

As you looked at her more closely, you began to notice the details of her face—the lines, her white teeth showing as she spoke, her rosy lips, flushed cheeks. She was beautiful.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like I’m some fish you’re about to eat?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, blinking repeatedly. Abby gave a small smile and looked behind her. There were many types of trees.

“You said I can’t stay here too long, right?”

You looked at her, then where she was looking.

“Yes. You won’t survive here.”

Abby gave you a bored look.

“Were you supposed to help me?”

“No. To warn you.”

You corrected her.

“If you really want to leave here... I can help you.”

Abby seemed to think deeply about your words, as if deciding whether to trust you.

“Alright. I accept.”

Night fell once again. Abby had noticed you weren’t much of a talker. But something else had caught her attention—you hadn’t smiled. Not once.

You returned to the sea, but before that, you gathered materials Abby would need to build a boat to return home. She had mentioned an island that no one had ever passed through. You knew which island she meant. It was your home. Where the other mermaids and tritons lived. A sacred place only mermaids could enter.

You pretended not to hear what she said. She didn’t seem to care much either—speaking more to herself than to you. She seemed determined to find that island, not far from where she was now.

Swimming quickly back to your home—your castle—your parents ruled all the seas, a united and unique kingdom. When you arrived, full of questions like “Where have you been?” “Who were you with?”

You answered some of your siblings, completely ignored your father’s stern gaze. You swam to your room and sat at your vanity, of course, with your sisters around. They knew what you were up to, but they would never tell your parents. Your mother knew a bit, but you avoided giving her too many details.

Just as you were about to leave to see Abby again, your father called you.

“What do you want from me?”

You flicked your tail a few times, clearly annoyed and short on time for arguments.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but if I find out, you know what will happen.”

He swam off slowly, gripping his trident. Your mother, who had been behind one of the walls listening, gave you a firm look—one that said be careful.

Back with Abby, she sat at the shore, water soaking her black pants, staring into the sea as if looking for someone. When she saw you, her face lit up, and she smiled. You swam into the shallows, your tail helping you drag yourself onto the sand to sit beside her.

“Have you eaten?”

You asked, genuinely concerned. Days had passed—you and Abby had formed some kind of bond. You fed her, attracting fish to the net she made. The fish avoided her net out of instinct, so out of pity, you offered help. She refused and said she could handle it herself. You didn’t insist and returned to the ocean. Forty minutes later, you came back—she was struggling with the fish. Discreetly, you guided them into her net. She lifted it with a proud smile as if she had just won a prize—and she had. She was tired of eating only fruit.

You and Abby talked about many things, getting to know each other better. You already trusted her. She trusted you completely. The difference was, you were just starting to open up—she had already given everything. You wondered if she was crazy or something. But you didn’t question it. Maybe she could trust you. You were different from the other mermaids of your realm. If it had been any of them, Abby would’ve been eaten long ago.

Eventually, Abby brought up the island again.

“I want to get there. I know I’m close. I can feel it—it’s right under my nose.”

And she was right. You looked at her—and she looked back, directly into your eyes.

“And I know you know where it is. And you'll take me there.

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[zzuz11]

Mysterious creature

── .✦˙ . ꒷ 🪼 . 𖦹˙—

a/n: English is not my first language ❗️

Abby Anderson x mermaid reader

Part 1

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Part2 here

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Abigail Anderson, also known as 'Abby, was sailing on her large ship with several sailors aboard, heading toward an island no one had ever reached alive. There were reports that many—more precisely, their remains—were brought back to the shores of nearby islands.

Abby had heard stories from the elders about a monster in the depths of the ocean, mysterious creatures that looked like angels but were actually demons. Acting like a child, she declared she would find that island and return to prove that it was all nonsense.

And so she did. It was nighttime, and the ship sailed through calm waters. The men were already preparing to sleep. Slowly, silence fell over the ship, leaving only the sound of the sea. Abby walked to the edge of the deck and looked down. She noticed a light in the water. She squinted, trying to make sure of what she was seeing, but the light disappeared.

She started to think she might be going crazy. Then she heard a sound in the water, like something swimming. Once again, she looked down—but nothing. Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, she figured it must be sleepiness. She walked back inside the ship to get ready for bed.

As she lay down, the sound returned—something swimming, a tail splashing in the water. It had to be a large fish, circling the boat. Then came the sound of sharp claws scraping against the wood of the ship. Abby tried to ignore it, turned over restlessly, but the sound of swimming continued. After an hour and a half, whatever was out there finally left.

The next morning, she was steering the ship, but couldn't help asking the others if they had seen or heard anything strange. They all said no. She let it go.

Night fell once more. The ship was filled with joy, music, and food—they were celebrating still being alive. They were halfway across the ocean, almost there. Abby had told them it was too soon to celebrate, but they hadn’t listened. Shaking her head, she walked to the back of the ship. The noise from the party faded.

Once again, she looked down. That strange noise from the night before wouldn’t leave her mind. Then she saw it again—a silver light, brighter than the last time, as if it were getting closer. Something jumped out of the water and quickly dove back in.

Abby closed her eyes and looked around to see if anyone else had seen it. A tail. It was definitely a tail—and half of a human figure. She started to think she was losing her mind, or going senile from hearing old stories too many times.

Still denying it, the creature appeared again, this time with more detail: a long silver tail, smooth and glowing, bright enough to work as a lantern. She couldn’t see its face—its hair was stuck to it. Abby stood there, waiting for it to appear again, but it didn’t.

Some of the men called out, asking what she was doing just staring into nothing. She looked at the water one more time and walked back to them.

Time passed. The air grew colder. Dark clouds rolled in. The wind picked up. Soon, light rain began to fall. Then a thunderclap silenced the crew. One sailor walked to the edge, looked down, then turned to Abby with a terrified expression.

“The sea is starting to get rough...”

She murmured, already knowing what he was going to say. Rain poured harder. Lightning lit up the ocean like a strobe light. Abby made her way to the bridge, trying to take control of the ship. Her muscles tensed from the effort. Her white shirt, now soaked, clung to her body. Her braided hair was wet, strands stuck to her face. She began shouting orders, but the men were panicked and clumsy. Abby, however, stayed calm—panic wasn’t an option.

She helped them prepare the lifeboats, just in case they needed to abandon ship. One sailor shouted that there was something ahead. Abby ran back to the bridge to see what it was. A rock—right in their path.

Abby used all her strength to steer the ship away, but it was too late. She turned to the men, breathless, her braid undone, hair whipping across her face.

“Launch the lifeboats!”

The men frozen and waiting for her word, sprang into action and pushed the lifeboats into the sea. Abby helped them. Once the boats were in, the sailors began jumping into the water. Abby was the last to jump.

The ship crashed and exploded the moment she hit the water. Wooden debris flew everywhere. Flames...

Abby surfaced, spitting salty water from her mouth. She swam to a piece of wood and clung to it. She looked around but saw no one. Where were the sailors?

Scanning the area, she saw blood—and a few bodies floating. Terror gripped her, and she began to cry. She was alone, in the middle of nowhere. How would she ever make it back home?

She tried to swim, but her arm was dislocated. The pain was unbearable. Exhaustion took over. Her muscles cramped. Her vision blurred. She was sinking...

Down, deeper and deeper. The fire still glowed above her, even after swimming a good distance away—it was still visible. Then something wrapped around her body. She felt it touch her face. But she was too tired to fight.

Abby had accepted her end.

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