Can i request a fic for either merman/fishman nathan or fae skwisgaar falling for a human reader?
Deep In The Water
Merman!Nathan Explosion x reader
Summary: the reader goes on vacation to a tropical island and finds something no one else has ever seen before.
Warnings: uh… merman.. possibly swearing? Reader is not rich, reader gets nervous at the beach, merman Nathan chirps instead of speaking and knows very little English
Words: 2,110 wowee that’s the longest fic i’ve written in a while lol
A/n: I used to write monster fic so hopefully this is good lol. also when my friend saw the merman Nathan drawing she said ‘yay merguy’ and I think that’s the best way to explain merman Nathan.
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As you step down off of the plane, a gust of wind blows past your face. It’s warm and inviting, it draws you closer inward to the island. The setting sun is hot as well and you're glad you brought enough clothes for the weather. You trudge away from the plane and look up the directions to your hotel on your phone. It doesn't take long before you walk through the hotel's fancy doors and check in at the front desk.
The walls are white with gold trim and fancy small chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. You never would have been able to afford this trip on your own but you had won a free two-week trip in a work competition. You had to pay for stuff like dinner and room service, or whatever else suited your fancy, but you had saved up enough money to be able to get those things so there was nothing to worry about.
You flop down on the big plush bed in your room, unbelievably exhausted from the seven-hour flight you had just been on. You always found it curious how you had to go through something so tiring and uncomfortable just to get to a nice place to relax. Soon enough, you're drowsing off and asleep in no time. Your dreams are filled with tropical fish and hot, hot sand.
Waking up, you look around the room in confusion before you remember exactly where you are. It's been so long since you've been on a vacation, you can barely even remember how it is to feel carefree and relaxed. You don't work a particularly physically demanding job, it's just a desk job at an office, but it still takes its toll. This vacation is more than well-needed.
You hop off the bed and get dressed in a fun swimsuit you had bought a few weeks prior, it wasn't very expensive but it looks good on you. You had wanted to head down to the beach as quick as you could, wanting to get there either before others or to find a nice place that's fairly private. You never really liked swimming in front of people, it's too nerve-wracking.
Walking out of the hotel and into the blaring sun is refreshing, where you live is rather cold this time of year so it's nice to be somewhere warm. You make sure you have your sunblock and water, and anything else you could need, in your bag and when you find it's all there you set off on your way.
The main beach is crowded and people with their families play in the water, as sweet as it is it's not really what you want right now. You hop along a different way and search for an area with fewer people. And it's behind a stack of rocks that you find a small alcove that seems practically untouched by man. There's a deep water pool in the middle that leads out into the ocean, and there's a natural awning made of stone above you. It's like you're own personal cave.
You walk in and try not to disturb the silence or any formation of rock you come about, you'd like to leave this place exactly as you found it so that maybe one day another person looking for some solitude can find recluse here as well. You recline back against a towel you laid down on the sand, and slather your sunblock onto your skin. The sun is still shining far up above, meaning you have as much time as you'd like here. This specific hotel/resort doesn't close their beaches at night either, so if you really wanted to you could stay until it gets dark, but that sounds slightly frightening so you decide against it.
You lay down for a few minutes but quickly grow restless and choose to wade through the clear turquoise water. It looks so gorgeous you barely believe it's real, back home you never really see water this beautiful. You can see your legs through the water as you swim out farther, the natural pool is wide and very deep and it's like having your own private little swimming pool.
Swimming has always been a favorite activity of yours, it's a shame you rarely get to indulge in it. The water is cool against your warm skin and it makes you never want to leave, you're glad you have two weeks here because it'd be hell if it was just a weekend. You float on your back and look up at the stone ceiling, there are little pieces of moss clinging to it and crawling down the walls. You close your eyes and bask in the ambiance, the flow of the water, and the far-off sound of distant laughing and playing. The sound of the ocean waves hitting sand, rocks tumbling quietly, echoes of birds cawing. Wait-- rocks tumbling?
You open your eyes quickly and scan the nearby area, it's now eerily quiet and nothing seems to be around but you know you heard it, was someone spying on you?
“Hello? Is someone there?” You call quietly, it makes you cringe to think that's exactly what someone says before they die in every movie ever. You spin around in the water, and suddenly you hate that you can't feel the ground beneath your feet. You swim closer to the edge where the sand drop-off is, and even though you're going as fast as you can you still feel the cold, slimy hand that touches your ankle. You shriek and flop up onto the ground, you fumble and crawl as fast as you can away from the water.
You try to regulate your hyperventilating, try to calm down at least a little to see what could've grabbed you in the water. It was probably just some seaweed, but when you had looked at the water before the bottom of the pool was just sand, with no greenery whatsoever. And when you look down now, you see the same. Except for this time, you can see the small cave at the bottom of the wall of the pool. Maybe a small squid or octopus lives in there and you had just freaked it out? It didn't feel like a tentacle though, and wouldn't you have marks from the suction cups? But there are no marks on your ankle and you're starting to get even more freaked out without any answers.
You pack up your things and leave earlier than you would've liked. Now in the hotel room, you inspect your ankle for any marks or indication as to what could've grabbed you. But there's nothing there except for the ever lingering feeling of slimy webbed fingers.
The next day you decide to investigate some more, so you head back down to the cove with a deep feeling settled into your gut. Looking down into the blue-green water is unsettling and has lost its relaxing qualities now that you know something lurks within.
It doesn't take long before you see a flash of what looks like neon green, and a thin webbed...thing? It's sort of like a large fin but, and you looked it up last night, there aren't any large fish or squid in this area. So what could that possibly be down there? It wiggles from side to side, almost like it's shaking in fear. A long, taloned hand reaches out and quickly pulls in its fin.
You gasp and lurch back, but find yourself creeping back to the water. That was a suspiciously human-like hand. Except it had webbing between each finger and long, pointed dark green talons instead of regular fingernails. Its skin was a mottled green, almost translucent as well almost like those deep-sea creatures that live on the bottom of the ocean floor. If that is some sort of fish, why is it all the way up here? And why is it so human-shaped?
The water ripples as its tail seems to unfurl out of the little cave it resides in like it's slowly leaning out to check if you're still there. And sure enough, a mess of black hair peaks out of the cave and turns up to face you. Its big neon green eyes stare up and widen at the sight of you. It makes a loud chirp that you can hear from outside of the water, it makes you jump and almost fall into the water. But you hold on tight and watch as the fish-like man cowers back in his cave.
You stay there for a little longer in hopes of seeing him again. A low rumbling emanates steadily from the cave below, it hiccups every once in a while but stays fairly constant. You think he's trying to comfort himself with the low purr-like sound. He doesn't seem to have met a human before and you hope he isn't violent, he doesn't seem to be.
Soon enough, he peaks out of his cave once more, but he doesn't see you at the edge so he creeps further up the wall. You backed off about thirty minutes ago and are now reading a book at the back of the cove. His jet black hair makes a quiet splashing sound as it crests out of the water, his vibrant eyes cast their gaze on you.
A barely-there chirp sound leaves him as his mouth opens slightly. How is he making that sound? You look up at him and wave hesitantly, you've grown fairly comfortable with the idea of fishmen in a short amount of time but you're still fairly wary of him.
He ducks down quickly at the movement of your hand, he's obviously not familiar with the gesture. He quickly regains his confidence and peaks back out of the water, but this time farther than before. He chirps once more, but in a different rhythm and pattern. Is he talking to you?
“Hi...” You say, embarrassed by the fact you're continuously talking to him in a language he doesn't understand but it's not like you know his language either. Surprisingly though, he mumbles:
“H-hiye.” It's not perfect and there's an emphasis on vowels that aren't there, but it's unmistakably a greeting. His voice is a deep timbre and it rumbles much more than the chirps he let out earlier. It's obvious that speaking the way humans do is difficult for him but you watch in awe as he tries to form another word. “H-hurt?”
It's a question that breaks your heart, he thinks you're going to hurt him.
“No, no I'm not going to hurt you.” You reassure as you inch closer to him. He chirps once more but this time it's an embarrassed squeak and he back up slightly, but eventually chooses to slink closer to you.
You tell him your name, and it takes a few tries before he understands but soon enough he's saying his version of it. It's sort of lilted and garbled but it's your name. You smile at him and ask for his name, pointing a gentle finger at his chest as you ask.
He responds with a series of chirps that sound vaguely like a name.
“Nathan?” You ask to clarify, it sounded closer to Nuh’tan but you aren't sure how to say it. He seems to like your version of his name though, as his low purr-like rumbles start again. He smiles at you and it's hard not to recoil in fear as the sight of his maw filled with row after row of black pointed teeth comes into sight. But you manage it and smile warily.
The day draws closer to night as you converse with the strange fishman, and learn all the words he knows. Which are: hi, hurt, no, yes, fish, and boat. He mimicked the people on the beach to show you how he learned the words, often from hearing shouts and commands from the humans on land. Eventually, you have to regretfully tell him that you have to leave. He is incredibly opposed to this but you promise to come back tomorrow, which calms him somewhat.
You visit him for the rest of your vacation, learning that he doesn't have any fish friends or family, and that he often goes hungry because of the small fish population in the area. You start to bring him food, and watch as he tears into the assortment of fish you bring him with his black fangs.
It doesn't take long before you're devising a plan on how to sneak him onto the plane so you can take him home with you.