#blame my father he made me dyslexic lol

[t-the-ring-master]

Näcken with human!SO hc.

Request: by Circus guest Anon.

Requests open.

I decided to do two separate posts for this. One for Näcken and then one for Nøkken, since my sister informed me Nøkken is the female version.

Hope you enjoy! I decided to do this in an X reader style since that’s what I’m assuming they wanted.

If you want a mini story based off this, just let me know and give me a scenario!

Part 2

Music. That is what you heard when you wandered through the fog.

A sad melancholy song being played from a violin. You didn’t expect to hear something like it when you wandered into the woods late at night despite every warning from every story from your parents.

You had come into the woods looking for your brother, who decided to leave the house during dark. That’s how you met Näcken, who oddly didn’t kill you the first moment he saw you.

You didn’t know you looked strangely similar to the woman he had fallen in love with, his ill mind tricking him into thinking you were her.

Every night you and your brother snuck out after that, him running off to do his own thing while you went and met Näcken. The more time you spent together the more he understood you weren’t really her, you were just yourself.

He won’t let you into the water, his many years in it made him learn that there’s more in there than just him… they just aren’t alive and you’re more likely get a disease rather than drown.

Since he’s met you, he’s been playing more cheerful songs, no longer as depressed as he once was.

Don’t get me wrong, he still kills people that come to his lake when given the chance, but he’s learned not to do it after he almost killed your brother.

Yeah he didn’t see you for a little bit after that. He cried when you visited him again, he was playing pretty depressingly for those few days… he’s very dramatic.

Turns out you were just helping your brother get some rest after he caught a cold from the water. He didn’t really blame Näcken, but you don’t think they’ll be friends for a while.

He has tried to teach you violin when you asked… you almost broke the string but he wasn’t too mad about it.

If you play an instrument, definitely bring it with you the next time you see him. He really would love to play with you.

If you sing, he would love to play along to your voice.

And if you dance, he’ll happily play while you do so.

Don’t bring up his past lover, the wound is still very much there, and the only reason you actually managed to live was because he had tricked himself you were her. It’s best to not bring it up unless he does. By the time he brings it up, he’ll be over her and only really care about you.

He does wish you had met him as a human. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he does feel like he was better looking than he is now.

If you like any kind of spice… don’t give it to him. This man is white. One grain of pepper and this man seeing the reaper.

I also feel like he would have a sweet tooth… so many years stuck to the lake, I feel like he’d go feral for a chocolate chip.

If you bake and bring him some kind of pastry, he’s keeping you just for them at that point.

Give this man some kind of baked good or just soul food… this man hasn’t tasted flavor in his undead or living life.

He came from a small village and was just a pretty poor musician, so any kind of spice would have been considered a luxury.

If he sees someone hit on you… yeah you’re not seeing that person again, and he’s definitely not letting you into the water now. It’s not even about the diseases at that point, he just doesn’t want you to see the guys body.

He does wish to be human again. He wishes to get married, have a family and feel normal again.

With all the crazy stuff in these woods, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did manage to find someone who could at the very least make him be able to at least leave the lake. But I doubt anyone would be able to turn him into a human…. I also feel like even if they did, he couldn’t do it since it’s been like what? 200 years as the lake creature? He’d probably turn to dust if he did become human again.

But let’s say he did find a way to leave the lake, and can in fact go back into land. He’d go to his old village and fix up his old house. He’d lure a priest there, and have him marry you guys…. Maybe even adopt -totally not kidnap- a child maybe.

Your brother likes him enough for you…. Great Näcken is trying to drown him again-

Kid get the pepper, we gotta give your father an aneurysm to save your uncle-

[fuckthefireflys]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓

SUMMARY: there’s a knock at the door, you think it’s your boyfriend back from panama, but to your suprise you see your father, and he doesn’t have good news

SONG RECOMMENDATION: all i want by kodaline

CHARACTERS: mainly reader x father!sully, mentions of sam, nate and rafe.

WORD COUNT: 1370 words

WARNINGS: swearing, death, emotional, spoilers for uncharted 4.

A/N: please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, i am dyslexic as fuck lol. also the italic paragraphs are the letter

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You stared down at your phone, debating on whether or not to call your boyfriend for a seventh time in the past fifty minutes. He was in Panama, with his brother and Rafe, trying to find get into an old jail tower that once held Henry Avery, hoping to find something that would help navigate Averys treasure. You were in on the plan too, but seeing as it was a highly dangerous all male prison, the boys decided it was best you stay home.

Thoughts started spilling into your brain, the bad outweighing the good. You ran your hands through your hair, your leg bouncing up and down as you sat on the couch. The apartment grew darker as the sun went down, the main source of light being from your phone, which was now calling once more, only to hear Sam’s voicemail.

17 missed calls and 21 unread text messages.

You stood up, pacing around the coffee table, hugging Sam’s shirt close to your body and glancing out the window, seeing darkness filling the sky. All you wanted was to have him home.

A knock at the door startled you and dragged you out of your thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief, heading towards the door ready to either hug Sam or shout at him for worrying you so much. You took a deep breathe before opening the door, a small smile creeping on your face, ready to see your boyfriend.

However, your smile dropped when you saw your father there instead. It’s not that you weren’t happy to see him, you were always happy to see him, but right now you just wanted Sam.

“Hey, kid.”

He stood there, a sad smile on his face, which he tried to hide, but failed miserably to do. He tried to avoid eye contact with you, either looking at your face or down at the letter he held tightly in his hands. Something was wrong.

“Hi, Dad, come in. Hey, have you heard from Sam? Or even Nate? He should’ve been out ages ago but I can’t seem to get a hold of him.”

Sully sighed in defeat, dread filling him up. He knew he had to tell you and he knew he had to be the one to do it, but he didn’t know how. He didn’t want to tell his little girl that her boyfriend was dead.

“That’s, uh, that’s why I’m here. Listen Y/N...”

You watched your dad hesitate and stumble over his words, trying to find the right thing to say. As you watched him, you became more and more scared, waiting for him to say what he needed to. Deep down, you knew exactly what he was going to say, but you tried to bury that negativity down.

“Dad. Where is Sam?”

Your eyes grew watery, as sadness took over your fathers face, his emotions pretty much confirming your thoughts. You tried to suppress the tears that threatened to spill out of your eyes, but they won, slowly falling down. Your words began to stutter and stumble.

“Dad...where..where is he? Please.”

“He, uh... Sam he’s..”

“Dad, you need to tell me. You need to say it. Please. I need to hear you say it.”

He looked at the letter once again, gripping it tightly, before looking up at you. His heart broke as he watched you slowly begin to crumble.

“Sam died, Y/N. He got shot as they tried to escape the prison. I’m sorry.”

You stood there, sorrow filling your body. Your Sam was dead.

“Fuck.... How? The plan was simple, they just.. he.. Vargos was suppose to let them go.. I dont understand..”

Sully took a step closer to you, tears now falling from his eyes.

“I know, kid. Nate didn’t tell me many details, but from what I could gather, Rafe got pissed, messed the whole plan up.”

“Oh, of course. Of course it was Rafe. I swear to God when I see him I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

Your father now stood in front of you, placing his hands around your arms.

“No you won’t you-“

“He got Sam killed! He got my Sam....is he really gone?”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

You let out a sob, falling into your dad, feeling his arms wrap around you, another stroking your hair in an effort to comfort you, though he knew no amount of comfort would calm you down. He mumbled “sorrys” and “it’s gonna be okay”, though you didn’t pay any attention.

All you could think about was Sam.

It was now around 3 AM, you sat curled up on the sofa, holding Sam’s shirt tightly to you, Sully hadn’t left your side since. Your eyes hurt from all the crying, your nose was red and your cheeks were puffy. You had calmed down slightly, mostly from exhaustion.

A yawn was heard from your dad, making you look at the time, suddenly feeling bad that you had kept your father here for so long.

“You, uh. You should go home. Get some sleep.”

“No. No way, I’m not leaving you.”

“Dad, it’s fine. You need to sleep. Besides, I kind of want to be alone right now.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, shooting him a hint of a smile, he shot one back, hesitantly getting up and walking over to you, planting a small kiss to your head.

“It’s going to be okay. Not yet, but eventually.”

He placed the letter he had been holding on the couch next to you, before grabbing his coat.

“What’s this?”

“Oh, uh, Sam gave it to me when you two first got together, said to give it to you if anything ever happened to him.”

“Oh.”, was all you could say, picking up the letter, taking a deep breathe before opening it. You heard the front door close, leaving you alone in the dimly lit apartment. Your eyes closed for a brief second as you unfolded the paper, immediately teary as you saw your boyfriends writing.

Dear Y/N,

If you’re reading this, then I’m sorry. I’m most likely dead, or maybe kidnapped by pirates, hopefully it’s the second one. It was bound to happen some day, you know what I’m like, always getting myself into shit. And I know what you’re like, always saving me from said shit. And I know you’re probably sitting at home, right now, reading this, blaming yourself. Whatever happened, it’s wasn’t your fault. Okay? None of it.

There was just a few things I wanted you to know, that I’ve never really told you. You know I’m not good at talking, but hopefully I can write it. You are the love of my life. Simple as that. From the moment we first met, I knew I was going to fall in love with you, and honestly it terrified me. But you made every single second worth it. You are literally the most amazing thing to happen to me and at times, you were the only one that kept me going. I wish I would’ve told you that more, shown you more, cause I really do love you. More than anything.

I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life mourning over me and being sad. You deserve to be happy. So I want you to know it’s okay to move on, though be warned I will come and haunt the shit out of both of you. I’m gonna miss you.

I’ll be waiting for you on the other side. I love you so fucking much.

Your Sam

P,S. look after nate, make sure he doesn’t get himself killed too

Despite the tears streaming down your cheeks, you chuckled. Sam always knew how to make you laugh, even in the worst of times, that was one of the reasons you loved him so much.

You read the letter over and over again, crying more and more each time until you couldn’t any more. You loved Sam more than anything, and now he was gone. And even with his ‘permission’ you knew you would never be able to move on.

You would never be able to love anyone more than you loved Samuel Drake.

A/N: i’m thinking of writing another imagine like this one, where the reader is in love with sam and instead of sully giving her the letter nate does, and it’s actually Sams love confession to the reader and i could do a part 2 where they reunite and talk about the letter. let me know what you think!