Deep Waters // Wereshark x Reader.
The last rays of sunlight filled the sky.
Walking along the sandy path, you were watching the sun set slowly over the endless ocean. Colors burst through the sky, bright explosions of pinks and blues and golden light falling over everything in its path.
It was beautiful.
Without any of the people crowding the beaches, you were able to really see the beauty it all. The sea was sweet and calm, waves lapping at the sandy shore. Shells and sea glass littered the sand, the forgotten remains of sandcastles scattered here and there. As you walked through the summer heat, you were able to enjoy an almost rare beauty.
Silence.
Nothing but the sky and the sea, sunlight melting over the ocean like molten gold. It felt as though the secrets of the sea were all yours. Of course you knew better, the sea kept its secrets close to the darkly depths…but there was one secret that belonged to you and you alone.
Your own sweet little secret.
Smiling to yourself, a quick glance of the beach reassured you that you were truly alone. Kicking off your sandals, you ran barefoot through the sand and into the warm sea.
The blue waves swallowed you whole. Diving deep into the cerulean waves, the slat stung your eyes as you looked for something in the deep blue. Fish rushed by, sleek and brightly colored, and seaweed grasped at your legs, clinging to you. But through the mess of life that was the ocean, you saw something swimming closer…
A shadow.
It was sleek and quick, a creature that moved too fast for you to really see. It slipped through the waves like a black ribbon, slender and quick, leaving only a glimpse or two of it in your vision. But with every glimpse it came closer and closer until…
Gotcha!
A muffled scream escaped your throat, bubbles bursting from your lips as this creature dragged you up, up, up to the surface.
Popping out of the water, you shook the sea water out of your hair, laughing as you did. Two strong arms were wrapped around you, holding you tight as you bobbed in the water, and before your eyes, a creature rose from the waves.
A twisted mix of man and shark grinned at you, rows of sharp teeth gleaming bright. His skin was a sleek silver, droplets of water dripping down a slim, muscular body.
“Hello, angel fish.”
“Hello yourself.”
Dag leaned back in the water, grinning sweetly…well, as sweet as a wereshark could smile at all.
Careful not to be caught, the two of you swam to a private little cove, a circle of tall gray rocks protecting you for prying eyes. Dragging himself onto the sea soaked sand, Dag lay beneath the sky as you took your place next to him. He played with your hair, clawed fingers tangling in your wet curls.
“I missed you.”
Sighing, you leaned back on his chest and looked up at the sky.
“Me too.”
The both of you knew the rules.
Werecreatures of the sea lived in secrecy, hidden far away from the threat that was humanity. By day, they lived as humans on a little island in the ocean and by night, they enjoyed a world that entirely belonged to them. Storms protected their home and it was those very storms that had brought the both of you together.
At the time, you had called it bad luck and a near death experience.
But Dag had called it fate.
He swore that the seas had brought you to him, an idea that made him cast away the rules he had always followed for something so much sweeter.
Love.
These clandestine meetings became your little secret, each of you sneaking away from your own lands and finding a place to call your own. The little cove, quiet and hidden, had become a place of your own making. Dag had dragged up treasures from the deep and scattered them among the sand. Hunks of colorful coral and glimmering seashells, gold coins from forgotten wrecks at the bottom of the deep, and plenty of more forgotten objects.
Dag looked about his cove proudly, like a dragon overlooking a golden hoard.
“I want to show you something!”
From his bag, the wereshark dumped out a pile of things. Coins spilled out, along with rusted pieces of metal and a scattering of pearls and sea glass. But hidden among it all was a single necklace, a dirty golden locket.
Though it had been tarnished by the sea, the heart shaped locket was still a pretty little thing and Dag held it proudly out to you.
“I found it half-buried not to far from a shipwreck. Look!”
The locket popped open, revealing its long forgotten faces, half marred by time and the sea. A man and woman looked up at you both, pictured in black and white. He was serious looking with a thick mustache and neat dark hair, she was pretty with a half smile on her face, as though she was struggling to remain serious for the portrait.
“Who do you think they are?” You whispered.
Dag grinned sharply, always eager to tell another one of his ever dramatic stories. It seemed as though he could twist the simplest of things into a wild love story, fraught with murder, secret love children, mysteries, and drama.
“I think,” he replied, “that they were forbidden lovers!”
“Oh?”
“Yes, yes. His family was wealthy man, with old money and old fashioned values, and she was a poor woman just managing to get by. He loved old books and nature, she loved to sing and garden. They met in a park on a sunny day and they…fell in love.”
“Then what?”
“Then!” Dag said. “Then they started secretly seeing one another! Love letters and poems slipped into waiting palms, flowers left on doorsteps. He would come to the club she worked at and watched her sing. And she would look into his eyes and sing a love song.”
“And them?”
“They decided to run away together! Plans were made in secret, tickets were bought. They would leave everything behind and go to America. He’d bought a house in the forest, where he could hike and hunt. She would have her flower garden. And their home would be full of song and books and love. There was always love. But then…tragedy struck!”
“Oh, no!”
“A mighty storm swept through the ocean, destroying everything in its path! There was no escape…no hope. Taking each other in their arms, they faced the storm together…and became one with the sea.”
“Dag!” You scolded, “Why does just about everyone die in your stories?”
“I like the drama.” He said with a shrug. “Now you tell me a story.”
“Well…”
Together you sat on the beach and told stories all through the night. Dag’s tales were always tragic and dramatic while yours were more like fairy tales, with magical spells and cursed princes.
But it wasn’t long before the last beams of moonlight slowly slipped away.
The world would be waking up soon. Humans would pour into the beach to play and swim while the werecreature of the sea hurried home, hiding until the night came once more. Sighing sadly, you both knew what had to happen.
“I miss you already.”
“I know.” Dag whispered. “I know.”
Time was precious and the night was fading fast. Kissing him one last time, you dove into the ocean together.
One swam to the shore.
The other remained in the sea.
Dag swam lazily through the sea, his silver fins slipping in and out of the cold waters. Stars began to blink away one by one. It was going to be a while before he would see you again and though he hated it…
He’d wait.
He’d see you again.
You’d kiss and cuddle ans tell stories under the stars. Diving into the ocean, Dag swam through the indigo blue waves, heading home once more.
