My Merman

5. Chapter

A/N Well, here you go, some actual fluff :)

TW: childhood trauma, fire, dea/h

_Clay POV_

I walked around the island for a few hours, thinking to myself.

What do I do, every time I see George I want to fuck him but burn him alive at the same time.

I was getting more and more tired every step I took. The land wasn't that big, maybe a couple kilometers, but enough to make me exhausted. I just wanted to lay down, but couldn't think of a way to make myself comfortable.

I realized I walked in a big circle. I saw his body, peacefully sleeping on the beach with his ankles in the water. He didn't move, I just stared at his chest going up and down every breath he took.

I was insanely tired, I walked up to him and stood there, maybe 4 feet away. I sat down next to him. He was so peaceful. I started playing with his hair, making sure I didn't wake him up. He let out a quiet groan in his sleep and shifted closer to me. My cheeks turned bright red.

You know you're gay. Just lay down next to him.

So I did. Still making sure he was still sleeping I shifted close to him and just watched him. After a few minutes I was starting to drift off and grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to me. We were face to face and he buried his head into my chest. I let out a tiny groan and fell asleep...

_George's POV_

I sensed something very warm next to me. It was so nice and comfortable. I didn't look what it was, I just dove my face into it more. I stayed like this for a few minutes and then slowly opened my eyes. To my surprise I was face to face with that boy. He had one of his hands on my waist and one on my back, making circles on it.

"What are you doing...?" I slowly whispered. He opened his eyes, seeing how close we were. His face turned bright red and he immediately let go of me.

I became a little bit sad. I missed his warm, gentile touch.

"Nothing, I'm sorry, George," He sat up.

"No." I grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him back onto the sand next to me. He giggled and blushed like crazy.

"A little touch starved, aren't we?" he giggled.

"Shut up." I closed my eyes, dove into his warm shirt. I was embarrassed by what I did, but I really wanted him next to me and I was ready to take all of the awkward stares later on.

*time skip* (Dream told George his name)

"I'm out of wood again," I said and glanced over to Dream who was placing stones in a circle on the ground. "Get me wood." He looked up at me and smirked.

"Go get them yourself, I ain't your maid, honey," I stood up and walked to him. We were building a little shelter for ourselves. I was in charge of the building, he insisted on making a campfire. I got to him, leaned down to his ear since he was crouching and I whispered

"I'd love to see you dressed as one..."

He blushed like crazy and pushed me off with his left hand. I giggled so hard. We were getting really comfortable with each other and we flirted all the time. There were times where he would hate me - it felt like something clicked in his brain into thinking I was the bad guy. We never really talked about it. He wasn't really good with expressing his feelings.

"Get out of my way, Georgie, I got to build this shit before it gets dark."

I sighed and went deeper into the forest. He gave me his pocket knife and I started to cut down the thicker branches from the trees.

He gave me his pants a couple of hours ago - he said it's too hot for him to wear them and he had another, thinner pair of pants underneath so he gave them to me. My legs were still weak so I'd fall down a lot, but he'd always help me up.

He also apologized for the cut on my arm.

I came back after around half an hour and it was already pretty dark. I smiled to him and he smiled back. He banged two rocks together a couple of times until a spark jumped on the dry leaves he had put on top of the sticks for the campfire.

It started to form a fire.

My eyes flashed from fear. I dropped all the wood on the ground and froze.

Heat.

*FLASHBACK*

George was a little boy, around 5 years old, when his family got attacked. The sailors, trying to get rid of every single mermaid sailed across their seas. They threw fishing nests everywhere and shot arrows at their head. They have managed to capture him and his mom.

They pulled them on the ship desk, splashing their tails with water so they wouldn't transform. They tied their hands together and placed them next to one another along with 5 other mermaids.

They picked them one by one and heated a long iron rod by putting it into fire. George's mom looked at him with love and sorrow. They came to her, splashed her with water once again and stuck the rod trough her heart.

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Little merman George was there to witness his mother's death.

He started to cry, tears running down his face when a pair of hands grabbed him by his waist and threw him off the ship. That person had saved him.

*END FLASHBACK*

"George? Is everything alright?" I looked up at Dream holding both of my shoulders. I was sitting down with my legs near my chest. My face was soaked with tears. I slowly nodded and weakly smiled.

"Sorry... I'm okay..."

"You don't seem fine, are you sure?"

I nodded again but another tear fell down my cheek.

"C'mere," He said, pulling me into a deep hug. I returned the hug, now loudly sobbing into his shoulder, while he rubbed my back.

"Shhh, it's okay, honey, you're safe. You're safe."

A/N This is an early update... I'm not good at making fluff and drama. But here's some childhood trauma :). BTW Dream took his weapons off before they cuddled and the cut on George's arm is from the fight (if anyone doesn't remember). I LOVE YALL TYSM FOR 102 READS <3333

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