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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years ago

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Don’t Forget Me

Art in banner done by me.

College Life / Mermaid / Kimi no Na wa (Your Name) inspired AU

It’s all nothing but a dream. A series of dreams that are all too real. That’s all it is. Your soul - or whatever it was - couldn’t possibly be swapping places with a Merman. One, mermaids aren’t real. Two, that’s not even possible! Is it?

Mermaid!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Human Reader

Want to start from be beginning? Check the Don’t Forget Me tag.

Genre: Romance / Angst Story

Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Interspecies Sex (merman / human), Masturbation, Alcohol, Animal death / hunting (whales, fish, sharks, etc), Cursing, Descriptions of Injuries and Blood

A/N: This is my part for the @bnhabookclub weekly collab event Just Add Water for MerMay! I know there isn’t much going on in this, but it’s just the first chapter to a new multichapter fic. Per the rules of the collab, I used the prompt “That’s just an urban legend”. I’m excited, because I’ve wanted to do a Mer!Bakugou x reader for a LONG time and could never think of anything. But when this theme was announced, I was watching Kimi no Na wa and immediately had this idea. So, full disclosure, the theme of switching bodies in their sleep / forgetting each other is inspired by that movie, but that is all that I take away from it.

Prologue: Stone

Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing

Words: 1,855

You were doing it again.

How many times had you caught yourself staring at the delicate necklace in your hands? More than you could probably count on all your fingers and toes, and you were sure that number had nearly doubled just in the last week. You really weren’t sure why you were drawn to it so intensely, nor why it gave you such a deep sense of loss and loneliness.

Where had you gotten it from?

You couldn’t remember. In truth, you couldn’t remember getting it at all. As far as you could recollect, it had been around your neck when you woke up one morning, about two months ago. Since then, you refused to go a day without it, even if it didn’t necessarily match your outfit or any particular occasion. You felt so lost without it around your neck, like a part of you was away, off in some distant land or deep within the sea.

Why did you think that?

Of all things, why would you assume that this missing part of you was in the ocean? Was it because of the necklace? Probably. The silver clam shaped pendant that rested in your palm was most likely the culprit to make you think of the sea. But that particular piece of the jewelry wasn’t what kept you so entranced. Set in the middle was a small, perfectly round stone, and its brilliance is what you couldn’t help but stare into. To anyone else, it would just appear to be a small marble, with brilliant deep indigo, swirling turquoise and hints of radiant purples. There were sparkles of twinkling white, like light reflecting off a water's surface, and if you gazed into it long enough, you could have sworn that the colors were mixing and twisting, as if there truly was water inside the stone.

It was so beautiful. Had someone given it to you? Whoever did must have cared about you so deeply to give you something so special. You had asked all your friends and family if they knew anything about how you got it, but no one knew anything. You received some weird looks and uncomfortable responses when you tried to ask them, but that didn’t bother you much, not when you had been dealing with people finding you strange for almost half a year now, anyway.

Why did they find you weird again? You couldn’t remember.

All you knew was that it had to do with this necklace. You had tried to find out what it was made of to try and get any hints on where it may have come from, but each jewelry store or stone expert you took it to, they all had the same response. They just didn’t know. Many offered to buy it from you at varying prices, their interest peaked and their hopes of being the first person to discover a new stone pushing them forward. But you resisted, as just even letting it out of your hands so they could look at it enough to make you nearly burst into tears. You couldn’t let it go and you wouldn’t, either. Not ever. Not for anything.

Because it was precious. It was the only thing that you had that could help to calm this nearly unending sense of longing.

But what was it you were longing for?

Or who?

Why did that always pop up in your mind? There were so many pieces of scattered thoughts that you just couldn’t put together. A person. The sea. Feeling like a piece of you was missing. You wanted these feelings to end, but you knew that they wouldn’t, not until you found what you were searching for.

With a frustrated sigh, you put the necklace back on around your neck, clasping it in place with skilled fingers. Standing from your bed, you shuffled your way towards your desk, lightly running your fingers down along the slender metal chain. Your mind was still in a hazy grip of sleep, barely registering that the electronic clock mostly hidden by books and other stationary read 5:49 AM, though that didn’t really matter. Your mind was racing with the overbearing thoughts, and as you sat down in your squeaky office chair, you were already near breaking out into tears.

The necklace wasn’t the only clue you had. Scattered among the desk were notebooks and papers, though you had refused to touch them for the last few weeks. At first, you had meticulously looked over every page and every written note, trying to do everything you could to learn about who this person was that you were missing. But now they sat on your desk, abandoned in defeat. There were many things in the notes that didn’t make sense to you now, though according to what you had written, you had understood it all at one point.

What you had written.

That was what was the most odd. There were two very distinct handwritings within the notebooks and scribbled on the scrap pieces of paper or sticky notes. Yours was so proper and easy to read, clean and steady. The other was rough with some of the characters almost completely illegible, requiring you to assume what the person writing must have been trying to say. Large and scratchy, it almost resembled the handwriting of a child or what you assume would be someone new to writing on paper. The phrases. The choice of words. All of it was completely different from yours.

It had been another person. Someone sat in your chair, in your room, and wrote these messages to you. At first, you thought that it just had to be a prank. One of your friends was fucking with you. That was the only realistic solution. But none of them talked this way, and if you were honest, they weren’t exactly clever enough to pull off such a big ordeal over months and months.

The way they talked… It was so strange. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it, and if you were honest, you thought that they must have been a little crazy. Yet, you weren’t all that rattled in most of your responses, like you knew what they had been saying to be the truth.

The conversations were so… natural. In fact, most of it was like a diary, with the scratchy handwriting cataloging what had happened that day, how they felt about it, and what they had done.

This school shit that you humans do is so stupid and pointless. Who the fuck needs to know about… what is it called? Calculus? You’re never going to use that shit, I’m not bothering with keeping up with it, fuck that. You always catch up on your own anyway. That bitch Midoriya or whatever gave you some fucking flowers today. I thought about stomping on them and telling him to fuck off, but I just took them and left. You need to tell that prick you’re not into him or this shit will never stop. Also, the way you humans handle courtship is fucked. I didn’t do shit today otherwise. Just stayed in the room. I did find your sketchbook though. You’re getting better, but you still can’t remember us for shit.

Pulling your eyes up from the paper, they immediately landed on the mentioned sketchbook, which was tucked up beneath some schoolbooks. Carefully, you pulled it out, setting it down on the pile of papers to thumb through it.

It had been so long since you had even opened this thing. The feeling of the coarse paper beneath your fingertips brought a small smile to your face, as did seeing all your old sketches and doodles. Though, the smile faded as you reached near the middle of the sketchbook, your eyes tearing up immediately at the contents of the page. The page was completely covered in drawings of what looked to be mermaids, or mermen, to be more accurate. They were mostly faceless and unidentifiable, the sketches geared more towards poses and anatomy. The only thing mostly consistent was the tail. It seemed to be the same over all the drawings, with matching fins and scribbled patterns.

“Mermaids… I’ve never cared to draw them before, why did I…?”

After another turn of the page, you were met with similar things, only this time they had heads and hair, jewelry, pieces of clothing, and even weapons. Only one of the sketches resembled the previous drawings, and his particular features called to you. The feeling of recognition and longing grew fiercer with another turn of the page, which was all nothing but sketches of that particular merman’s head with varying expressions and positions. He was particularly attractive, with slanted piercing eyes and a mass of fluffy spiked hair on his head. He had fin-like ears that were mostly drooped, but flared out on the drawings with a more intense expression, where his mouth was open in a yell or intense fanged snarl.

A small gasp left your lips as a drop of liquid suddenly landed onto the paper, pulling you out of your daze. Crying? Why were you crying? Why did your heart feel like it was about to be ripped from your chest? It wasn’t possible for this to be the man that you had been longing for. You had drawn him as a mermaid! They weren’t real, and there was no way that was possible. He couldn’t even get into your room, let alone sit in your chair and write you letters.

“I’m so ridiculous…” You whispered quietly to yourself, wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. Had you been blushing? You didn’t even notice. “Mermaids… That’s just an urban legend. A myth. I must have just been in a phase… Maybe I saw a movie or an anime with them, and I got super invested? But then… they’re so…”

Page after page, more sketches followed, some making you giggle while others made your chest ache so badly you thought you would pass out. But then, there was something scribbled onto a page that made your entire body grow cold, stomach twisting into such a tight knot you were sure that you’d vomit.

Save me.

“Save… Save you?” You choked out into the silent room with a trembling voice, more tears cascading down your cheeks as you reached up to grip the pendant around your neck tightly. It was in the familiar scratchy handwriting, though it was more frantic and messy than you had ever seen. Hiccupping, you brought the pendant up to your lips, pressing the stone against them as you struggled to calm yourself.

Save you from what? What the hell happened? Did I save you? Why the hell can’t I remember!

It was then that you felt an odd pulsing against your lips, and as you pulled away in shock, your teary gaze was locked onto the pendant in your hands, which was pulsing slowly with a pale green glow. And with it came a thought, like a soft voice whispering in your ear that you couldn’t ignore.

He’s calling to me…

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dandelion-san · 7 years ago

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never let me go

series: yuri on ice pairings: Victor/Yuuri tags: romance, fluff, alternate universe notes: this might be the sappiest thing I’ve written. Ever. Anyways, Victor lives in some unnamed coastal town in the US, somewhere in New England probably. There’s another story in this universe I’ve dubbed the Yuri Incident, mostly because I had two ideas for a mermaid!au, one which was this, and the other a whacky story about Yuri’s summer vacation when he discovers his cousin Victor is dating a fish, but the local coal plant has been dumping waste into the ocean (causing Yuuri to get extremely ill), so Yuri goes on a hare-brained plot to bring it down.

summary: Victor’s boyfriend might have a tail instead of legs, but they make it work.

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At least once every month, Victor takes his softest, largest quilt and drives during the latest of hours to a secret cove hidden by moss and old overgrowth.

It didn’t used to be so secret – back before all the tourists noticed the small coastal town, it used to be known as Lover’s Nook. Someone had even laid out stones for a path, where it was worn smooth. Then the tourists started to come, boosting their economy and letting the spot fade away from memory in the excitement that followed. Now there is a fallen tree in the way, where moss and ivy hangs from the branches and obscures the stone path.

There are names, initials, and little messages that are carved into the trees as you walk down it. Inside the cove on the rock itself are years of love letters.

Victor has once taken a sharp rock, drawing a heart and wrote: VICTOR + YUURI. It was so cliché, so cheesy and he’d smiled giddily the entire time. Yuuri loved it too; he traced the lines with his precious fingers and smiled so pretty. Victor wants to see that expression on his face forever.

Tonight, Victor parks his car by the road as he always does and walks the rest of the way there, using his phone’s flashlight so he can see through the dark of the woods. He steps carefully over the branches, brushing green out of his way, and onto smooth stone. The path of love, as he likes to call it.

When he finally makes it down into the cove, he sits by the water with the quilt in his lap and waits for Yuuri.

Yuuri’s tail is showy with varying shades of blue that freckles with tiny pale spots. His fins veil-like as it trails, fine as lace. It used to make him self-conscious – such a flirty thing – and during performances he wouldn’t know what to do with it. But, Victor once caressed his hand down the side of his tail and murmured that it looked as if someone had painted the galaxy onto it. The memory makes him smile now, a dark thrill he takes to his dance which proudly shows in seductive flares.

Victor is always careful when he wraps Yuuri up in the old quilt. He kisses skin and scales, tucking every little bit of tail inside the blanket with such gentleness that it makes Yuuri just a little flustered. He knows Victor is scared of tearing the delicate membranes of his fins, which is such a cute fear, honestly. Yuuri’s already ripped them so many times on reefs and from plastic in the ocean so it’s not a new thing for him. Fins heal quickly. But the way Victor furrows his brows in concentration and worry is so sweet.

Victor inspects him one last time to make sure nothing is sticking out. Then, he puts his arms under Yuuri’s arms and tail, lifting him. Yuuri delights in this show of strength and Victor shows it off, even as his muscles tire and his face turns red with exertion under his weight as he walks them up the path.

“My dearest fisherman,” Yuuri sings the whole time with a pat to his cheek. “How far will he go when his arms shakes me so?”

“This fisherman would carry you across mountains,” Victor manages to wheeze out and Yuuri laughs.

He tells him, “You dropped me the first time.”

“And I kissed you better!” Victor smooches his nose. “Just like this. And this.” A wet smack to the neck and another to the blanket-covered shoulder. Yuuri shrieks through his laughter.

“Stop! You’ll drop me again!”

“This fisherman has the strength of a hundred – no, a thousand men. I will never drop you.” Victor adjusts his grip when they get to the fallen tree, maneuvering carefully through the branches even as he teases Yuuri.

Somehow, they make it to his car with no incident.

There are stacks of books and even more Internet bookmarks on ocean mythology at Victor’s house. He’s read so many, but his attention always turns to the old Hans Christian Anderson tale of The Little Mermaid. The story bothers him on so many levels, and he reads it to Yuuri just to complain.

“He just treats her like a pet,” he says. He’s sitting on the floor and leaning against the couch, facing the inflatable kiddie pool that’s set up for Yuuri. It’s too small to accommodate all of his tail so it drapes over one side where the fin trails out. “And how could he not notice the amount of pain she’s in when she’s dancing? Then this bastard goes and falls in love with some other woman.” He’s so offended every time he reads it.

“He was in love with the princess from the start,” Yuuri reminds him with small amusement. “They loved each other and the Mermaid saw it and let it go.” He studies Victor for a moment then asks, “Why does it make you so sad?”

Victor crawls forward to the plastic pool. He cups Yuuri’s face. “If I were the prince, I would drape you in jewels and kiss your feet. I’d carry you so your feet wouldn’t have to touch the ground. I would show you off and everybody would know how gorgeous you are.”

“My fisherman prince,” Yuuri says dryly, but he’s smiling. Victor traces the contours of his face almost absent-mindedly with his thumb, and commits this moment to memory. The way the morning sun lights up the flecks of red in his irises and how it makes the water sparkle around him. Yuuri always shines, but like this, he looks so soft and warm and inviting.

“How can he think of anything else?” Victor says softly. He never wants Yuuri to feel forced to change himself for him.

Yuuri leans forward and nuzzles into his hand. “You’re projecting.”

“Maybe just a little.” Victor closes the final distance and breathes him in.

After the first time, Makkachin learns not to jump into Yuuri’s pool, but she still tries to get as close to him as possible. She’s always confused by his tail and likes to bark at it. But she’s smart enough to realize that it’s a part of his anatomy so doesn’t bite.

She keeps him company on the days Victor is at work, bringing him toys and affection. She brings her leash once and is so despondent about not being able to go on a walk that she just collapses onto the floor with a low whine. Yuuri feels terrible about it and wonders if he should bargain for legs, just for her.

But the old girl gets up, and goes to the windows to bark at squirrels. Yuuri loves her immensely.

When Victor comes back, he has a plastic bag of something delicious. “Honey, I’m home,” he sing-songs. Makkachin howls with excitement, rushing him, and her tail is wagging so fast that it’s a blur. Yuuri snorts with laughter and admires Victor in his suit.

“Welcome home,” he sings back. Victor leans down to peck him on the lips. “Mm. What did you get?” His stomach grumbles.

“Pad-Thai,” Victor says. “Noodles. I got yours with beef and shrimp. How was our girl?”

“Brave as always. She certainly taught those squirrels a lesson!”

Victor coos at Makkachin as she whines and rolls on the floor for him. “Such a good girl,” he tells her. “Who’s a good girl? You are, you are our good girl! Makka-Makka-Makkachin!” He gets her so excited that she barks and wriggles her butt.

But he sees the leash and freezes. He glances at Yuuri who sighs and waves his hand.

“I can handle being hungry for twenty more minutes,” he says. Victor nods, but he stares at him for a while. Yuuri tilts his head, curious. “What is it?” he finally asks when Victor doesn’t say anything.

“It’s just,” Victor starts and trails off.

“Just…?” Yuuri prompts. There’s an odd smile spreading across Victor’s face.

“It just occurred to me that I am a lucky man.”

It’s sentimental and adoring – Yuuri covers his face and squeaks out, “Just go walk her!” Victor laughs, kissing his hair before leaving. When he hears the door shut, Yuuri finally uncovers his face.

He’s smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt.

Yuuri is fascinated by humans dancing and Victor’s YouTube recommendations is now being overtaken by various dancing videos along with funny cats, Gordon Ramsey, figure-skating, and space documentaries. Yuuri has such eclectic taste.

If there’s one aspect of his anatomy that Victor doesn’t like, then it’s how he can’t personally take him dancing. Victor wishes he could twirl Yuuri around and dip him. He wants to engage in a passionate tango and other times, he dreams about slow dancing in the rain. Yuuri’s tail is long and heavy, and even if he picks him up, it’ll drag on the floor. So to compensate, Victor holds him in a bridal carry and spin him around or sway. He’s lighter without the added weight of the quilt so it’s easier, but his arms will scream at him after a while.

Still, it’s worth it to hear Yuuri’s melodic humming in his ears and feel his arms around his neck. His shirt is completely drenched with water at this point but he doesn’t care.

Victor manages to do a small dip sway and Yuuri sighs happily. “How do merpeople dance?” he asks.

“I’ll show you one day,” Yuuri answers.

He likes to take baths with Victor. After washing each other’s hairs and bodies, Victor will fill the tub with new water and fill it with bubbles. They manage to fit both of them in the cramped tub somehow with Yuuri laying against Victor’s chest in an embrace. Victor’s legs are splayed on either side of them awkwardly and Yuuri’s tail has to drape over the side, but they make it work and cuddle lazily.

“Did you know Yuri is famous at school now?” Victor murmurs into the crook of his neck. He’s referring to his younger cousin who met Yuuri a few months ago. It was an interesting time, not one that either of them thinks of too fondly for Yuuri had almost died from water pollution.

“Is he?” Yuuri yawns as he strokes Victor’s arms. Behind him, he can feel Victor nodding. He feels sleepy with content.

“His classmates figured out it was him who got arrested during the summer and now they think he’s in the Russian mafia. They’re more terrified than they ever have been.”

Yuuri laughs incredulously. Yuri is a good kid at heart, even if he is a little shit. He saved his life after all. Victor expresses his agreement with a deep kiss.

It always feels a little bittersweet when Victor wraps Yuuri back up in the blanket and drives back to the cove. He won’t be coming home to Yuuri everyday anymore, but he’ll come down to the sea or to the cove instead.

There is a small boat in the cove that Yuuri had found somewhere and stashed ever since. He slips back into the water with ease while Victor rolls up his sweats and wades out, pushing the boat further and further until he can climb in and let Yuuri take control of it.

Yuuri steers the boat out through a narrow opening and into the sea. Victor takes a deep breath, revels in the caress of the salty wind.

He’s deep out into the sea now, but he’s not worried. Even if Yuuri suddenly loses the boat, the local colony knows him. The human man that loves one of their own and more importantly, brings him back to the ocean. They like his cousin Yuri more of course, but Victor is still accepted and they will help him should he ever need it.

Beside the boat, Yuuri pops his head out of the water, eyes sparkling. He pulls his upper body to the side and touches his face.

“Hello, fisherman.” He’s being coy and Victor leans forward.

“My, what a lovely creature. Do you come here often?” He punctuates this with a wink, which makes Yuuri roll his eyes. He moves his hands down to Victor’s arms.

“Dance with me, Victor,” he sings and pulls him under. The water is cold and the salt burns his throat. A tingly kiss is pressed between his brows and Victor can open his eyes. Another kiss to his lips, chaste, but something warm passes into him and he can breathe.

Floating in front of him, Yuuri is smiling. “It only lasts for an hour, but it’s enough,” he says. His voice sounds strange under water. Eerie. Haunting. Melodic. Victor is reminded of the way Yuuri’s face warps sometimes, the way it goes alien when his eyes gets too sharp or his lips too full, or even the way his face becomes too beautiful and terrifying. It’s a reminder of his nature, but Victor will never avert his eyes.

In the water he can’t speak, so he nods instead. Yuuri’s eyes flash gold. “Watch,” he says. “Watch.”

And Victor does, as Yuuri dances around him. It’s subtle and seductive. It makes Victor breathless and he moves with him, feels the way Yuuri’s tail sensually brush against his legs. Close, intimate. Passionate, and then slow as Yuuri cradles his cheeks with both hands, looking right at him, and sways. His fins are spread out around them like lace, like ruffles on a dress, like a wedding veil, and the way it moves in the water is absolutely ethereal. Divine.

Gods, Victor never wants this to end.

Afterwards, Yuuri pulls himself and Victor into the boat and curls against him. They lay, staring at the wide, glittering sky above. Yuuri blushes at the memory of their dance and hopes no one tells Victor it was a rendition of another certain dance.

“The stars reflect your tail,” Victor says, still breathless. Yuuri wants to kiss him and so he does.

“Isn’t it the other way around,” he mumbles into his lips and he feels it curl. “You said someone painted the galaxy on me.”

“Clearly I was wrong,” Victor assures. He moves his hands to Yuuri’s hips and strokes there adoringly. “The galaxy was made because of you.”

Yuuri can’t even laugh. He rests his head on the other man’s chest, closing his eyes and listens to the sound of a beloved heart beating. He wishes Victor could stay all night. He’s happy Victor could trust him like this.

“That is so cheesy. Movie-worthy.”

“Is my darling blushing?” Victor sounds delighted and Yuuri nips him in warning. Victor’s chest rumbles when he laughs, and he moves his hand over Yuuri’s wet back.

Yuuri sighs, thinks of a pair of golden rings he’d found in a shipwreck. Next time, surely.

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