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Pirate!Art Donaldson x Mermaid Reader Blurb

You leave gifts for him whenever you come up from the sea, little trinkets like shells, pearls and occasional gold coins at the ledge of his porthole window. Art would swoon for days the other men on board would be curious snooping in on him between shifts watching as he secretly toys with whatever you've given him. Art gets defensive whenever Patrick mentions it after hours below deck in his quarters.

"man.. who the hell is leaving all this.. junk for you." He snorts almost dropping the waterlogged artifact. Art snatches the miniature rusting statue of a seahorse out of his hands "fuck off Patrick.." he'd grumble keeping it close to his chest sure it was trash to everyone else but the objects were closest thing to love letters he'd ever get it made him feel wanted.

Art keeps them all safe in a chest under his bed, his favorite gift was a necklace you made a small shell pendant attached to an old leather string reinforced with fishing wire. The rest of the crew would snicker behind his back echo's of "it looks like something a little kid would make.. trash."

But Art wouldn’t listen to any of it, he'd wait above deck eyes staring off into the distance every night and early morning wondering when he could meet you again.

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Pirate!Art Donaldson x Mermaid!Reader meeting for the first time

Pirate! Art always goes to the same spot every night to catch a glimpse of you for weeks since he last spotted you. His friends think he’s crazy claiming that what he’s searching for is cursed not meant to be discovered by those who walk on land.

Patrick insists that it’s the rum he drinks whenever they go out late at night it brings out all the fantasies he hasafter having one too many pints of rum while gambling coins away stating that Art's wasting his time, "you should be focusing on pussy above sea level” Patrick grunts almost toppling over the blonde boy the smell of alcohol and sour musk making art cringe "and you need a bath jesus" he shoves Patrick off of him.

Art is completely undeterred.

It’s the same process tonight slowly walk up the wooden steps from below deck making sure not to wake the sleeping men hanging from their hammocks and make shift cots. He silently walks across the deck and jump off the ship sprinting down towards the shore, he sits and waits on the dock gazing towards the open ocean until he hopefully sees you.

He almost gives up when It's past midnight but stops in his tracks when something bobs up and down on the horizon, small ripples on the surface of the murky water meeting sand.

His throat feels tight when he spots the mysterious creature that's been leaving gifts for him, a woman, you. Absolutely beautiful in every way glowing under the moonlight your scales glimmering different hues of blue and green under the surface.

you flinch the minute his feet give way on the wooden planks Art's heart stops not wanting you to escape. This was the first time he'd ever seen you and he refuses to fuck this up.

"wait." He whispers raising his hands in surrender "I'm not going to hurt you just please-" his voice cracks "don't leave.." he begs. He feels pathetic realizing how desperate he sounds the entire crew wouldn't let him live down how whipped he is but he doesn't give a damn, he's been craving you for so long.

it takes all of you not to swim away he can tell, to dive back into the watery depths but you'd been fantasizing for so long too. Watching him move about the ship hidden behind rocks or below the belly of the ship. It made you feel like a creep at first, stalking a man who might actually be terrified of you and your condition but your crush pushes down your worries.

you find the courage to mumble a soft "hi.." it makes Art's heart soar.

"What's your name?" He asks voice barely above a whisper thinking how this is too good to be true.

You quietly mumble your name swimming closer "what about you?" you ask.

"Art, I'm Art." He mutters absolutely mesmerized. He laughs at how ludicrous this is the mermaids actually exist.. he might be in love with a mermaid.

The action makes you wary "why.. are you making fun of me?" You furrow your brows drifting back not realizing it was from a place of admiration and awe

"no, no way never!" he stammers "just.. I never thought this would happen.. they all said I was crazy. Patricks going to flip out." He rambles.

You've heard that name "Patrick? the the crude one?" you chuckle.

Art's jaw drops, you've been watching me.. us?"

you nod meekly "I've been leaving all my treasures.. I hope it wasn't too forward." you wince the idea of turning him off.

"it's the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.." he smiles softly reassuring you, "except for when Patrick let me win that one sparing match for a prize but that's another conversation" he rants

"is he your lover? Patrick?" you question cocking your head curiously, trying to tamper down any jealousy you feel

"no just friends.. we've done stuff but um it's normal guys just being friends" Art blushes it's endearing "nice guy's being friends" you snicker, "I have a friend like that too.. Tashi she's perfect" you gush.

It throws Art off bubbling sense of ownership making him feel guilty, you're not an object to keep 'Tashi' his face sours

"but she's not you!" you shake your head consoling him "no one could ever be you.." He smirks a little bit of cockiness bubbling inside him you like him too the idea getting to his head.

panic sets in as the sky begins to lighten "I need to go, I'm sorry" you sputter the onslaught of sadness hitting you in waves, leaving him here crushing your heart

"how can I see you again I need to see you please." Art rushes forward into the water

your brain clambers for any ideas when something pops up, "here" you hand over an old conch shell covered in seaweed and barnacles he glances up confused.

"Speak into it and I will hear you." you clarify "I will come when I can"

you reach out and take hold of his fingers in your webbed hands a relieved sigh leaves Art's lips as he closes his eyes, actual heaven. He hears a splash and opens them just as quick staring at open waves as if you were never there.

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Pirate!Art Donaldson x Mermaid!Reader tiny thought

Watched pirates of the Caribbean again and sighhhh Pirate Art Donaldson

Art hears it before he wakes a low hum echos into his room below deck it startles him awake. His bleary eyes shoot open to scan the room “god..” he curses rubbing his eyes blaming audible hallucinations on exhaustion but stills when he hears it again, louder. Art jostles out of his sleepy stupor and is quick to stand perking up more as the soft tune fills the air. Art slowly follows the sound his footsteps creaking on the wooden boards of the ship towards the porthole, he peeks out feeling his heartbeat thrumming in his ears as he glances towards the rocky shore where he finds the beautiful melody coming from a silhouette in the distance, you.

He’s fixated watching as you’re sat down below your skin glistening under the moons light, small holographic scales along your body making you glow. Arts completely transfixed.

He can’t help himself and mumbles a “hey”attempting to catch your attention

You jump startled, your wide eyes meeting his. Art feels guilty for scaring you, sensing your nervousness he bites his lip an apology about to leave his mouth when he zones in on what seems to be a shimmering tail floating right above the waters surface. “Wha-“ Art furrows his eyebrows and squints but you dive back into the ocean disappearing before he could get out another word.

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