Im an artist, animator, fanfic writer, and I love to play piano. I also have an instagram and YouTube channel with animation and they both also go by @surrealkunstlerin
FORGOT TO REVIEW EDITS AND POST THIS PLEASE FORGIVE ME-
Prompt: this was made for a friend who doesn't have tumblr who asked for 'possessive mermaid freaks who are soulmates with the reader' and I obliged. love u surreal hope you enjoy <333
DCFPU prompt used: Twins
Word Count: 2264
Content warning: mentions of death, blood, and possessive behavior
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You take a peek outside your cave. Looking one way, then the other. Nothing around, save for some fish that are smaller than you. Good. This is good.
You take a couple of deep breaths, hyping yourself up. You can do this. Just out, find some food, then back inside. Easy.
You swim out, immediately feeling the absence of the safety of your cave. Nevertheless you continue on. You can't stay hidden forever, you'll die if you do. Or you'll just become even weaker than you already are.
You shake your head, focus. You search around the reef for something that'll be easy to grab, but also keep you full for a bit.
You hated feeling so paranoid all the time. It wasn't fair. Just because you were a bit weaker, smaller, you were a target. Constantly having to live in fear, wondering if you were going to survive to live another day.
The worst part of it was that you couldn't even enjoy the beauty of the world around you. The cerulean waters that shimmered with the sunlight above, the bright colored coral, the fish of all shapes and sizes you didn't even want to eat, just admire.
You see a flash out of the corner of your eye, a nice, tasty herring, perfect for breakfast. Focusing in on your prey, you don't realize the growing shadows that loom over you as you creep closer and closer to the fish.
You wait for the opportunity to strike, and when the moment comes you reach a clawed hand out, snatching it up in seconds. It thrashes about a little, then goes limp. Success.
As you're celebrating your catch to yourself, a sudden voice behind you speaks up.
"Do you have enough to share there, friend?"
You freeze, too caught off guard to turn around.
A chuckle, and a different voice. "Now, now, Sun. It's impolite to ask without even a hello."
"You're right, my mistake." A rush of water and suddenly you find yourself face to chest with a yellow and orange mer. He bends down, bringing his fin-encircled face eye to eye with you. "Hello, friend. I'm Sun. You wouldn't mind if I had a bite of that there, would you?"
The other mer still behind you snickers as you stare in stunned silence.
Of course, just your luck. Two mers, bigger and probably stronger than you, cornering you just outside your home. You swallow, trying to keep some level of calm. Best case scenario you lose your fish, worst case, your life. No pressure there.
You stutter out a response to the mer—Sun—whose orange fins flutter and twitch around his face. "Um, well I, I suppose that's okay I-I guess, uh—you know what, why do you just take it?" You move back a bit, offering out the fish in your hands to him. "I really wasn't that hungry anyway."
This seems to surprise him. Both of them, actually. You see Sun throw a confused glance behind you, you're guessing to the other mer. You ignore the mixture of embarrassment and outright fear in your stomach.
Finally it dissipates when Sun shrugs, grinning as he reaches for the fish in your outstretched hands. "Well, how very kind of you friend—" Your hands briefly touch, and he pulls away from you as if stung.
You panic then, turning around to swim away only to be faced with a blue and white mer, a sneer on his two-toned face. Twins, the two of them.
"Tricky little fish aren't you, pretending to be kind only to give poor Sun a shock. I won't be buying into it I'm afraid." He grabs your wrist then, and goes to pry the fish from you only to suddenly let go, jumping back from you as well.
You can only stare in confused mortification at the two of them, both wearing dazed and bewildered expressions. You, however, have no idea what's going on, because you're not poisonous or electrified in any which way. Would be great if you were though, especially given how they start to mumble to each other about something.
"Could it actually..."
The blue mer clutches his head. "After so long, so much searching..."
"And to think, just by random happenstance." Sun stares down at his hand, then turns his focus up to you, reaching out. "Sweetfin..."
You're not sticking around any longer to find out what they mean. You release the fish and quickly swim away as fast as possible. "S-sorry about that! Take the fish, enjoy it, have a nice day bye!"
You think they call after you but you're too busy swimming for your life to hear. You'd rather not get your scales rocked by two angry, bigger and stronger than you mers, thank you very much.
You make it back to your cave in one piece, breathing heavy. You spend the remainder of the day hiding inside, afraid those two might've followed you back, or worse, brought others back with them. By nightfall however you deem it's safe to go outside again.
You manage to snatch up an eel, scarfing it down while swimming back to your cave to lessen the risk of being caught. The night passes without issue, though you sleep very little if you're truthful. Constantly on edge, wondering if or when those two would be back to finish you off.
Over the course of the next several days, you find yourself increasingly paranoid as you realize you're being watched. Based on the flashes of blue and yellow you catch on the corners of your vision, it has to be them. Why they haven't killed you yet—or at least done something to you—you're not sure.
They knew where you live, knew exactly what you were getting up to in your day to day, and yet, nothing. If anything, they started to be... friendly, would be the best way to put it.
You noticed there would be little trinkets left around the entrance to your cave or the nearby reef area. Specific spots. Places you frequented quite often. Therefore it had to be intentional and given no one else was around, it could only be them.
Some were helpful, like a coral knife, or a seaweed wrap for the sand rash on your arm. Others were more, prize-like. Things you'd consider akin to courting gifts. Pearls, pretty shells, sea glass and more.
When you started finding literal fresh food is when you realized this was suddenly an attempt at courting. Leaving you completely confused. Going from bullying you out of your meal—and maybe killing you while they were at it—to now all the sudden courting you? It didn't make a bit of sense.
You were hesitant to accept any of it, it just felt... off, to you. You only really did out of fear of making things worse for yourself.
Where it began to cross a bit of a line for you was when you found the body of a dead mer resting in the sand outside your home. Tied up with a kelp bow, like a sick present of some kind. You couldn't understand it, were they back to threatening you now?
You can’t wrap your head around any of it until you accidentally make things much worse one day.
You’ve gotten a bit stir-crazy with all the monitoring you've been subjected to as of late. You’re actually feeling confident and desperate enough to explore the world outside of the bubble you've created for yourself. Needing some outlet to escape whatever game these two mers are playing with you.
You've gotten good at detecting when they are actually around or not, a bit of a sixth sense you've developed so to say. You simply wait for a time they aren’t watching, and swim off as fast as you can in a random direction.
You have no goal, no objectives in mind, you just want a bit of peace. You feel suffocated, tormented. Maybe that was their end goal, to send you down a spiral of confusion. If that’s the case, it’s working.
Regardless, you simply swim until you feel exhausted, and in all truthfulness it’s exhilarating. Exactly what you need, if you are being honest.
You collect yourself while sitting on a rock above a large reef. Taking your first breath of fresh water in what feels like ages. The view is beautiful, and you have a sudden appreciation for the world around you like never before.
Until that's disrupted, that is.
"What's a lost little fish like you doing out here?" A voice to your left.
Another on your right. "Something that they shouldn't, that's for sure."
You glance either way. These two aren't the ones that have been watching you for weeks. Different. And for that matter, likely more dangerous.
You're not taking any chances this time, you book it immediately towards the reef.
You hear them laugh and start to chase after you, taunting you as they do so. You swim as fast as you can, but you know they're bigger and faster than you could ever hope to be. You weave through the reef and manage to get a bit ahead, but quickly realize your best chance is to get back to your cave.
It's as you're turning back towards home that you find yourself slamming into a yellow chest. You jump back, but two large hands grab your arms, blue ones.
Sun bends down to meet your eyes, chuckling. "Well there you are, Sweetfin. We were worried. You disappeared so suddenly." His tone shifts, a little darker now. "It was almost like you were avoiding us, but that would be ridiculous, right Moon?"
"That doesn't sound like something they'd do at all. Not in the least bit." The other mer replies.
You don't know what to say, or how to say it. Now you really feel like you're going crazy.
Sun cups your cheek, smile a tinge sinister. "I think it's about time we had a heart to heart, wouldn't you say? For a soulmate you haven't been the most considerate, you know." A shout behind you and you startle. Sun glances towards the sound, smile turning sour. "Though maybe it'll have to wait."
He straightens, a glare on his features now. You're still trying to process what he said, stuttering over your words.
"I-soulmate, what are you-I don't-"
Moon chuckles, shifting to put his hand on your shoulder. "Going to take care of this one?"
"Only fair since you stole the other from me." Sun grumbles. "Keep them safe."
Another snicker. "But of course. I always do."
Moon—not so gently—guides you away then, keeping a tight grip on your wrist as you swim back the direction from which you originally came. All the while you're working on understanding several things all at once.
"So, he's..."
"We both are, actually. Quite the surprise but I'm not entirely opposed to sharing." Moon purrs.
"And so all of that was..."
"Trying to show our affections, courting, ...and a bit of an apology for trying to eat you." The last part is muttered, shameful.
You shake your head. "So you were going to eat me!"
"Before we knew, Star. Give us some credit." Moon tsks lightly, as if it was a casual manner.
You scoff. "Just because we're... apparently soulmates, doesn't mean I'll just forgive you for all that. I've been terrified for, for weeks!"
"And you almost ended up someone else's lunch today." Moon growls out. "Considering that means you almost left us alone for the rest of our lives, let's call it even."
You sputter in response, flustered and irritated all at once. You don't speak for the rest of your trip back to your cave, and it's only when you arrive there that you try to defend yourself once more.
"So, what, am I just-just meant to accept your word as truth and that's it then?" You hover around the entrance to your home, flitting, still undeniably wary. Even if what they said was true, that didn't mean you had to just go along with it.
Moon stares at you for a moment, then scoffs. And all of the sudden you find yourself being gripped by the throat as he sneers down at you.
The hold is firm, intimidating, but not the worst pain you've ever experienced. "For some reason, you can't seem to feel the connection like we can. It's disappointing, disheartening, really. We've searched and searched for you, you know. Scoured the seas, faced anything that dared get in our way. Considered giving up hope more than once." A tightening of his grip, a tilt of his head. "Do you know how overjoyed we were to have found you? The relief? And to have been so close to losing you because of our own actions... acceptance may take time on your part, but you should know, both of us are willing to wait as long as it takes."
You gulp, seeing the glint in his eyes and knowing exactly what it means. Moon grins, releasing you finally.
You're still rubbing your throat when you see Sun has returned, mouth red and flecks of blood flitting around off his face. You have one guess as to what happened to the mers that had been chasing you. If he's willing to do that—without hesitation—while you have absolutely no connection to him, you can hardly imagine what either of them would be like should you return their apparent... affections.
You swallow, as long as it takes, huh?
You can't say that you're looking forward to it.
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Shout out again to Surreal for the idea which has sparked other ideas that i'll indulge in.... one day, thanks for reading!
too good to be true… drawing set broke again (this time the pen a few days ago) though I did manage to finish SOMETHING before it did
RAAHHHHHH TOUCHED UP/FINISHED SADDLE UP HOMOS REFERENCES (for sun and moon now, at least)
shared au with @alynwrench
some bonus snippets of moon without as much coverage just so u get an idea of what he looks like. AND a doodle of what his hands look like under the gloves. “Scarring” (or just scratches on the casing is very relevant story wise you’ll see, eventually.)
some extra design notes below…
Moon is not wearing a “proper” vest underneath, it’s just another shirt he had with the sleeves cut off. The vests are for extra warmth and seen as easier to work with given the setting and kind of work done. The basic idea was that whatever the hell he’s doing with it is cheaper than actually buying one
belts were made as a subtle attempt to reflect their opposite of anyone noticed them… if you’re reading this them clearly you do NOW
decided to not draw sun with his gun this time because I imagine it’s not… as important to his character… (totally didn’t forget guys trust) -was planning on making a SEPARATE ref for those anyways though. BUT WHAT I SAID FIRST STILL STANDS
scarring is very important, won’t straight up point out EVERY reason but I will say once again, very important, but when the fic is out you’ll eventually get to see why. Sun’s scratches are all surface level damage. it may be hard to tell on the doodle but a lot of Moon’s are a lot deeper than just simple scratches you get from regular wear and tear…
too good to be true… drawing set broke again (this time the pen a few days ago) though I did manage to finish SOMETHING before it did
RAAHHHHHH TOUCHED UP/FINISHED SADDLE UP HOMOS REFERENCES (for sun and moon now, at least)
shared au with @alynwrench
some bonus snippets of moon without as much coverage just so u get an idea of what he looks like. AND a doodle of what his hands look like under the gloves. “Scarring” (or just scratches on the casing is very relevant story wise you’ll see, eventually.)
some extra design notes below…
Moon is not wearing a “proper” vest underneath, it’s just another shirt he had with the sleeves cut off. The vests are for extra warmth and seen as easier to work with given the setting and kind of work done. The basic idea was that whatever the hell he’s doing with it is cheaper than actually buying one
belts were made as a subtle attempt to reflect their opposite of anyone noticed them… if you’re reading this them clearly you do NOW
decided to not draw sun with his gun this time because I imagine it’s not… as important to his character… (totally didn’t forget guys trust) -was planning on making a SEPARATE ref for those anyways though. BUT WHAT I SAID FIRST STILL STANDS
scarring is very important, won’t straight up point out EVERY reason but I will say once again, very important, but when the fic is out you’ll eventually get to see why. Sun’s scratches are all surface level damage. it may be hard to tell on the doodle but a lot of Moon’s are a lot deeper than just simple scratches you get from regular wear and tear…
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