a mermaids tale

766 14 3
                                        

You observed with a hateful gaze the leader of the island, Peter Pan, as he approached toward you, a wicked grin on his face. You hissed at him and tried to hit him with your tail but you miserably failed to do so. A hand came quickly, wrapping itself around your fragile neck and it numbed you immediately. That damn fool was covering your grill, since you were a mermaid, making it harder to breathe.

The difference between a mermaid and a siren was simple: while you were born this way, and could easily lure away sailors with your voice, sirens were mortals cursed by an unknown deity. First they had feathers, half human, half bird, but they lost them and started to evolve around seas. Additionally, sirens would eat men and women while you mermaids were just joking around with them. Sure, there were a few deaths here and there, but you didn't worry about it.

Except for this one. 

One of your dearest friends, and daughter of the leader of your pack, Astrollia, lured and killed a lost boy for the fun of it. It was a rule amongst your kind living on Neverland, to never touch or kill a lost boy or Pan's wrath will bring you to your demise. Except Astrollia never listened and did whatever she wanted again. 

You couldn't breath and started to see black dots. The hand released your previous neck and you glared at the brown haired boy and the tall one that served him religiously, as if he was a god. The tall one with the scar and piercing cold eyes that could compete with Poseidon's ones was the most dangerous one or so you have been told by your queen. She told you tales of how the boy single handedly fought a bunch of pirates or even killed one mermaid just with his hand. You didn't know if this was rumors or not but you were at least terrified of him. They had even given him a nickname: the Shark Man.

"Look at that, boys, a fish who jumped out of the river." Peter Pan smirked with a mocking voice, making his lost ones giggling and chuckling darkly.

"Your little friend knew the risks, he shouldn't have come so close to the water." You growled in response. Then you turned your head toward the assembly, trying to put on a terrifying grin, showing off your fangs proudly. You wanted to scare them. "Young boys are so stupid but delicious." 

"Oh are we? What about you, dirty fish? Helping your other mermaid friend who is actually the murderer escape from this realm is very idiotic. Not heroic." 

"Shut the fuck up you little elf!" You roared in anger as you jumped at him, claws out, ready to rip him out. If you were going to die, you wanted to leave a nasty scar on the little devil. You hoped you would be able to do it honestly. 

The tall one stopped you with his club and sent you flying some meters away from his master. Your head hit the tree rather harshly and you groaned in pain. You started to taste the blood in your mouth and you turned your head to see him advancing toward you. You felt actually small and scared but you didn't want to show him. They wouldn't win so easily, you decided. You growled and hissed at him, as well as trying to hit him with your black tail. Unfortunately, you were very disoriented, so it wasn’t very effective. 

"What do we do about her Pan?" A young one asked, with a round face and dark eyes. 

"What about… letting her in the Dark Jungle. It will be enough for her to live but she will suffer because of the lack of water… And also not a good environment for a pretty and young mermaid like you." Pan whispered as he appeared in front of you. "Felix, you know what to do." He instructed his second in command, who gave a quick nod in return.

He raised you by your forearms and you yelped at the strange sensation, hitting him with your tail, but it didn’t seem to slow him down. You tried to free yourself from the death grip of the tall boy, whose name was apparently Felix. He acted like a shark or a mad man, so your pack was at least right about this. You cried and bit him as he put you over his shoulder, as if you were some kind of bag. 

OUAT Felix x reader Where stories live. Discover now