Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

One Shot: Eyes As the Sea

(I wrote a shitload of one-shots on an airplane so beware {I almost spelled beware as two words skrrrr why am I an author})

You watch the sailors with a close eye, your wet hair clinging to your face. They speak a language you don't know, they carry people in which you could only wish to know. With only your eyes over the water's surface, your gills take in the breathable material while you can still watch the sailor's without a break. They load onto their ships in groups, carrying cargo and weapons and people in chains. Are they here to kill us? Your scars from human guns tingle with the current as you watch them load with guns bigger than their arms. I will keep an eye on them.

And as they shipped off, you followed them with ease. Their journey was long, drawing deeper into your Caribbean. As they ceased to stop, more mers started to join in on the predatory stalking; in planning a self-defensive attack. Soon enough, instead of following the back of it, you went to the side chambers, placing your wedged fingers on the swaying boat for assurance. Your other hand wields a gift from your fellow warriors from mere seconds before.

You can taste the cold salt water in your mouth as your lips gap, revealing piercing teeth before you let out a battle cry to slam a harpoon into the middle of the wooden ship. Take it out, slam it back in. Make a hole, fill it with water. The hole grows wider and wider, wide enough to fit your entire tale in. You've done this thousands of times before but never have you seen a pair of ocean blue eyes looking back at you. 

You recoil in confusion.

The ship slows down but still remains in a state of motion. The sailors notice the water. 

There is a human in there, so deep under the boat. Not a sailor; not in uniform. Is he stuck? 

Your harpoon is still lodged in the side of the boat, and as you dart towards it, he grabs it before you can. You watch as he easily yanks it free and points it at you. On the other side of the boat, bigger holes begin appearing. The boy turns around and you try to reach your hand in to grab him. The shards of wood impale your smooth skin sending blue blood dripping in the water. You hiss, dipping under the water to regain breath. You can see your sisters swimming under the boat, finding ways to slow it down. 

Before you could focus, you find your harpoon heading straight towards you. You are swifter than the human and you lean out of the way. You grab the mer-made weapons with your wedged hands, your fingers having more natural grip than his as you pull the harpoon your way while his body slams onto the side of the boat. You pull your belongings away from his grasp but that's not enough for you. You want more. 

You want him. 

You grab the collar of his tunic, slamming his body against the wall again. And again. And again. The hole in the wall grew big enough for him to pass through. His nose is bleeding a silvery tone, his hands shaking and frail. His legs, already covered in the salty water around him, struggle to find the floor as you drag him into the ocean.

Underneath you, rows and rows of mers circle around the ship. Gotta move quickly, you can already see the weapons in their hands by the time you drag him away from the ship. He's a tiny human, yet a full-grown teen. You feel a strong urge to protect this creature. His fingers are adorable compared to yours. He has the roughest skin, the most undying warmth. You purr into his ear as he tries to gain consciousness. 

He flails against your grasp, trying to escape as you begin swimming backward to let him get air as you clench his chest, fingers lodged in his ribcage. I'm saving your life, silly, please be still.

You stop moving, watching the ship sink slowly as sailors fall off the rims, lured by your sisters to their death. You sing into the boy's ear, easing him as he looks up at the sky. You hold his body close to yours, feeling the warmth leave his body as his ocean blue eyes close. For miles and miles, you are surrounded by water. Nowhere to keep a human. 

You let him go. 

His body floats on the sea's surface before getting devoured by waves. You float down with him, watching as the cold current shifts his clothes peacefully. So peaceful, so precious. You brush his floating hair away from his face, the smooth touch foreign to you. You want to stare at him for the rest of your life.

A sister puts her hand on your shoulder. It's time to go.