5sos One Shots

Ashton BGM - Fairytale AU

~A/N~ My little sister's friend is over and before I even said anything she said, "you're really boring aren't you?" and now she keeps barging into my room and calling it a baby room send help
Enjoy the chapter!
Leila xx

Ashton (late teens/early twenties):
Being a mermaid was beautiful, with your shimmering tail that the sunlight could bounce off to reflect the most vibrant colours into the ocean. Being a mermaid was magical, with your ability to communicate with any of the abundant species of sea creatures locatable everywhere. Being a mermaid was tranquil, as you lounged about with your people, any quarrels easily solved by the royals of each area of the vast ocean.

But for you, everything was different.

Being a mermaid was terrifying, having to watch over your back for predators coming to pick on your differences. Being a mermaid was gruesome, hearing the words fired at you from every direction, the accusations, the blame. Being a mermaid was impossible when you had a black tail.

For your tail depended on everything. Your power, your status, what you would do later in life.

Take your friend Michael, for example. His tail was emerald, so he could command huge schools of fish to do his bidding. Due to this he was of a high class, destined for some form of ruling when he was older.

Calum's tail was red, meaning he could swim at higher speeds than almost anyone in the ocean. Luke sported a shimmering blue tail, signifying his siren abilities to charm humans and sometimes other mermaids with his voice.

And as for Ashton, he had the most beautiful tail in the world. More magnificent than any star in the sky, his sunshine gills charmed you the moment you saw them, a beacon of light in your dark world.

You didn't know how he came to love you back, whether he was in awe of your facial beauty or something in your personality drew him to you, but you knew it wasn't because of your tail. Your dark, evil, jet black tail.

For a long time, it didn't bother you. Sure, you were bullied by the other mer-children when you were young, but you didn't understand how your black tail could mean so much to how you were treated as a member of society. It was only when you reached your teens that you began to realise.

The people of your ocean-village shunned you. They believed you were a witch, wanted nothing to do with you. Your life became difficult to live, and so did the lives of everyone around you. Slowly but surely, you lost all your friends. Then it was your family that didn't want you around. After the death of your kind, loving mother, you were sure it was the end for you. The end of everything.

And it would have been, if it wasn't for Ashton. He appeared, a ray of light in the blinding darkness that consumed you, and he lifted you right back onto your feet (or tail, in this case). He didn't care that you could shoot fire from your fingers, or create vicious whirlpools with the tiniest flick of a hand, or cause death just from batting an eyelid.

He saw past that, because he knew you didn't want your abilities, and they didn't shape who you were. He loved you for you, and you loved him back with all your heart.

And with him, he brought friends. Luke, Calum and Michael, three other trustworthy figures that you could rely on for help, that didn't judge you. Eventually, your life became worth living again.

It was then that the villagers struck once again after, it seemed, far too long of letting you do as you pleased.

"Y/N? I'm back!" Ashton called, and you peeked out to make sure it wasn't one of the sirens before greeting him with a kiss. "I have good news and bad news."

"What?" you groaned. "What's the good news?"

"The boys are coming over in a bit."

"What's the bad news?"

He hesitated for a long while, and you braced yourself for the worst. "We have to leave."

Silence.

"The villagers want us gone-"

"I know!" you interrupted, unable to disguise your frustration and hurt. "I know... Just... I mean... I can't... What am I going to do? When do I have to go?"

"You mean we," he corrected. "I'm not leaving you, and I bet the boys won't either. If they're trying to lose one of us, they'll lose all of us."

"You can't do that for me."

"I can, and I will. We leave tomorrow. You'd better start packing."