MCYT Oneshots

Siren - Rancherduo AU

Yes, I'm well aware that I have way too many universes.

Do I care? 

No <3 

I'm having way too much fun :D

Is it difficult to organize?

Hell yes!! >:c

Art is by lunarcrown on Tumblr 

Tws: Panic attack, eel attack, trauma :(

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Tango leaned over the rails of his little boat, The Tektopian, and sighed fondly, opening his mouth to taste the salty sea air. The life of a sailor was lonely, sure, but it was worth it. The solitude was a fair price to wake up to the smell of the sea each morning, listen to the faint cries of the seagulls squabbling over fish, and feel the gentle rocking of the waves under his feet. Tango sighed happily again. He couldn't get this back in the city.

It was around mid-morning when the first hovering notes of the song reached Tango's ears. Curiosity made him jerk upright and look around, ears straining to hear more. Music was a strange thing to hear when out on the ocean, especially singing. There was silence for a moment before the melody drifted out again. Tango immediately grabbed the rope controlling the mainsail and tugged, directing his tiny craft towards a large outcropping of rocks, from where the music seemed to be coming from.

While he was still a little ways away, he caught a glimpse of yellow feathers. Almost instantly, a bolt of cold fear struck his chest. Tango knew what feathers on the open ocean meant. Sirens. The infamous half-human, half-bird creatures lured sailors in with their angelic voices and seductive bodies, only to wreak their ships and consume their flesh. Tango had just about turned his ship around completely when an alarmed squawk echoed over the water.

Tango shouldn't turn around. He knew he shouldn't turn around. It had to be a trap. If he looked back, he was done for. The siren would get him. But, curse his big heart, if the siren was in trouble, Tango knew had to help. With a frustrated sigh and a muttered curse, Tango swung the mainsail back around and set a course directly toward the outcropping of rocks.

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Jimmy wasn't expecting to be ambushed. To be fair, he never thought that that was something he would have to expect, considering he'd been alone for practically his entire life. Being isolated on a tiny rock island in the middle of a giant ocean will do that to a person. So, when a vicious, scaly, and terrifying giant eel with razor-sharp teeth lunged at him out of nowhere, could you blame him for being scared? No. No, you could not.

Jimmy was folding his newest weaving project, absently humming a little tune that he'd made up when the first flash of iron green scales glimmered in the water. Curious, Jimmy leaned over the water, clearly casting his shadow. That was his first mistake. When he didn't see anything, even when he looked very carefully with his enhanced siren genetics, Jimmy shrugged it off and went back to his work, turning his back to the water. That was his second mistake, and it was very nearly fatal.

The second he turned away, the giant eel sprang from the water with the strength of a coiled python and sunk its sharp teeth into Jimmy's shoulder, wrapping the rest of its body around his ribs. The siren let out an alarmed squawk, surprised and pained, then twisted around, grasping the eel's head before it could strike again. In response, the giant eel tightened its coils, squeezing frantically, and Jimmy felt his ribs begin to groan under the pressure. His lungs began to feel constricted, and every breath came in gasps. To make matters worse, his shoulder was on fire with pain, and that plus the sudden lack of oxygen was making his brain fuzzy.