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upcloseandchaotic · 11 days ago

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Brb adding a boat and Merman!Steve to my Christmas List

But deadass this had me kicking my feet but also feeling absolutely feral. I’m obsessed with the way you wrote Steve in this, it was such a subtle but effective way of displaying his inhuman instincts and behavior, I loved it!

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧…

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝟏𝟗𝟗

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 (𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭). 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲. 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @navybrat817 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

You’d grown up near the ocean, so the Legends of Merpeople were constant as you grew up. The females would lure men out to sea with their beautiful voices, slaughtering them for harming the vulnerable, and the males would kill men who posed harm to their way of life. They lived in vast cities under the oceans, they didn’t have colonies on land, and when they did come to shore it was to steal breeding partners, both willing and unwilling. No one knew for sure what these creatures were capable of, just that they were inhumanly beautiful and if you saw them, it would be the last thing you ever did.

A part of you had always wanted to see one, it was the secret reason why you’d started your little boating business during the tourist season, taking sightseers out around the caves that dotted your coastline, to view the dolphins and seals that lived there. You knew the chance of seeing a merperson was slim to none, you hadn’t done anything to warrant their wrath, nor did you want to… but the thought of one day seeing one of their tails emerge from the water gave you hope. And if you were able to get footage of that, it could help sell your business further.

That was your dream though. One that fuelled you on your solo trips. You would never allow anyone to use your business to take advantage of the merpeople. The Legends were to be respected, or your own life would be forfeit.

The bachelors party booking was something new, usually it was families, or young couples, or even the odd local who knew and trusted you and just wanted to go out on the water that came to your scheduled excursion times, however the phone call offer wasn’t one you felt you could refuse,

“Could you take my guys and I out for the day, sweetheart? We’re just hoping for some rays and beers, and even if we give you a tip, you’re still cheaper than hiring our own boat out,” the voice has been raspy, like he’d had a lifetime of shouting out orders, or smoking, or both, you’d been ready to tell him that that’s not what you did, but then he’d offered a figure and…

“I suppose I can accommodate that, Mr…?”

“Rumlow, sweetheart. Brock Rumlow,”

“Okay, Mr Rumlow,” you’d shrugged and confirmed the booking, taking a deposit over the phone, “I can send you the best routes, and the best places for the most beautiful views if you could give me your-”

“No that’s okay, sweetheart, I have a map of the area on the island I’d like you to go to,”

“Oh,” you’d blinked at that, “w-well, I usually don’t-”

“You already took my money,” a dark laugh, “I could take it back, but that's a hassle, all you have to do is say yes, it’s not a big deal,”

It wasn’t, not really, but there were certain areas that were common knowledge not to go near. It wasn’t confirmed, but the north side of your island was rumoured to be closest to the merpeople’s home. Of course, as they lived deep under the sea, ‘closeness’ was a relative term. You sighed inwardly,

“Any particular reason you want to travel to the north side of the island? It’s not a route I usually take, Mr Rumlow, as I’m sure you know there’s likely-”

“- we’re not hunting mermaids, don’t worry,” he laughed at the implication, “I looked up all the local legends, I just want to give my guy a trip that he won’t forget, you understand that, right?”

You did, but still, why the north side? It meant the sun wouldn’t be as good, which was apparently a big part of the reason why he wanted the boat to begin with. You stressed that to him, and he just chuckled,

“It’s just the side of the island I want to take my buddy, what’s with the Spanish Inquisition? I can just take my business elsewhere if it’s a real problem for you, sweetheart,”

You thought of your bank account on another inward sigh. What was the worst that could happen?

“No, it’s no problem, Mr Rumlow. I will see you and your friends in a week,”

The group that arrived all looked the same. Tall men with dark hair and dark eyes, dressed in dark clothes and demeanours as black as everything else. Brock Rumlow introduced himself immediately, and you tried to return the man’s smile but you found your usual gold rated customer service greeting had died within you at the look of the duffle bags they had brought with them,

“Fishing equipment?”

The dark brown eyes of the man glowed with amusement as he glanced over the two remaining men boarding your boat - the last was a tall and blonde man who looked oddly out of place, but you didn’t get a chance to look closely before Brock Rumlow answered,

“No, sweetheart, I told you, we’re not here hunting mermaids,”

“There’s mermen as well, you know,” you answered snarkily, the laughter of the blonde man at your back, lyrical and deep… but then Brock barked out a harder laugh that broke the suddenly weaved spell,

“Yeah but we ain’t hunting them either, I’m not suicidal,” Brock smiled, “okay so fine, I wasn’t exactly truthful with you, this isn’t a bachelor party,”

“No?” Your voice dripped sarcasm, which pulled another chuckle from the mystery man at your back, Brock however just rolled his eyes,

“No, but we are all friends. Scouts Honour!” He held up his fingers in a salute that had you rolling your eyes, “Look, I just needed someone to take us where I want to go, and who can navigate the caves on the north shore,”

“The caves? Why?” Your eyes narrowed, “I told you that-”

“- and I just said I don’t give a fuck about the fish people, alright? I am, however, interested in their treasure,” Brock crossed his arms across his chest, and shrugged, “the caves are rumoured to have over a million bucks worth of old merpeople treasure there, it washed up after the last big storm,”

There had been a massive summer storm in the past two months - it was why you’d agreed to take this stupid job in the first place. The tourist season had all but dried up and your usual seasonal take hadn’t been as large as past years. You shook your head though,

“I know you’re not from around here, so maybe you don’t know, but you can’t just take treasure from the merfolk, even if it has just washed up. They watch, and they wait, and-”

Brock talked over you again, waving his hand over your concerns like they meant nothing, “-and they take, yeah yeah, I’m no moron, I did my research. If they myths are true, you have to give them an exchange, or they’ll turn the water red with your blood,”

Okay. So they might just be able to get away with this probably fictional treasure, but still…

“Is that what the duffel bags are for?” You nodded behind you, “An exchange? What could you possibly offer to the merpeople?”

Brock’s smile changed in a way that made the hairs on your arm stand up, and you suddenly noticed that you were on your own on a deserted pier with a large group of men…

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Just human art that they like to stash in their underwear cave systems… so, are you in? This won’t work without you,”

The empty bank balance waiting for you was unfortunately what made your mind up, and you turned to look over the sparkling water glinting in the mid morning sunlight as you nodded,

“I want ten percent of whatever you find, on top of what you’ve already paid, or you can find another guide who’s stupid enough to do this for you. I wouldn’t wait long though. If you’re right, that treasure won’t stay there long,”

Brock laughed, agreed to your terms easily. Perhaps too easily. You barely noticed though. You’d caught the eyes of the blonde man, so much taller and more beautiful than the other mercenaries on your boat. His eyes shone at you, glowing blue and green and gold.

The journey would take nearly five hours, but at least now you knew what these people were really doing, so you didn’t have to try and entertain them with touristy information dumps, or witty banter. Brock gave you the coordinates, and went off with his men to the other end of the boat, leaving you to navigate alone with your thoughts. Well, you thought you were alone, until the blonde man appeared at your side. He didn’t say anything, those eyes that mirrored the sea on a bright summer's day locked on the ocean ahead of you. The wind brought his scent to you, salt and brine and something masculine and musky. It made your mouth water, and that was before he started talking,

Low, smooth, deep. Like the tide. Powerful, it could drag you under-

“I’m Steve,”

You blinked, looking down at the golden skinned, long fingered hand that reached out to grasp yours. You meet Steve’s gaze as you clasped your palm against his, a jolt going through you at the contact that you hoped he didn’t notice,

“I-I’m Y/N,”

“Y/N…” Steve’s eyes travelled over your form, and you turned your head away quickly, cheeks burning under his scrutiny, “you are a pretty thing though… Rumlow did say you would be…” you narrow your eyes at the murmured and dubious compliment. You had no idea why your looks would interest this man, but you didn’t care to find out in the middle of the ocean surrounded by a group of men who’d lied to you. The scent of the sea grew stronger as Steve drew closer, you kept your eyes on the calm blue waters, and-

“Come another step closer, and I’ll use you for chum,” your right hand had dropped to your pocket as Steve had come up behind you, and now your handy switchblade was pointing behind you and directly into the crotch of the man who was bizarrely trying to crowd you against the wheel, “I would move away, this knife is sharp enough to cut through shark skin, it’ll have no issues with your pants and whatever little excuse is hanging between your legs,”

Steve chuckled darkly, but he did immediately let go of your shoulders - his hands strangely light, you hadn’t even noticed they had been on you - and you turned to face him as he backed up and away,

“Don’t be mad, little Siren. You call to me, as you always have. I know now that you aren’t easy prey. It will make later so much more fun,”

His voice. The deep, melodic tone to it… your arm was straight out in front of you, holding the blade aloft… the way the sun backed the man, casting him in a golden glow, the light reflecting off the water on him…

“Hey!” Brock suddenly ran up, pushed Steve back, he’d come right back up to your personal space as he’d talked and you hadn’t even noticed, “What’d I say, huh? After the treasure is ours! And not a second before!”

You blinked rapidly, it was like you were coming up for air after a long swim, everything looked and sounded far away, you could barely comprehend the bizarre sentence that Brock Rumlow had just spat at the golden haired asshole who just attacked you…

“I will keep my bargain, Rumlow, but you may wish to hurry. My patience will only last so long. Remember it is you that needs me,” With that, Steve smiled at you, a small smile that somehow still reached his eyes, “until later, my sweet Siren,” and he waved.

You ignored Brock as he bumbled through what sounded like an inept apology, instead you stared after Steve, as he walked to the other end of the boat and disappeared from sight. It had to have been a trick of the light. His hand had appeared webbed as he’d waved at you. You jerk out of your confused musings as you hear a splash, and you push past Brock who grabs your upper arm,

“What was that? Have you thrown something overboard?!”

Brock looked furious for a split second, but his eyes were down the other end where Steve had disappeared and not on you, “I uhhh… one of my guys must’ve done that. Sorry, sweetheart,”

Anger - bright and beautiful - jolted through you at his weak explanation, and you jerked your arm out of his hold, “Okay, new rules! Keep you and your mens fucking hands off me, do you understand?”

“I-”

“Don’t throw anything overboard, okay? I don’t need fines on top of this absolute shit show of a day, or to get my license taken away,”

“You won’t-”

“And lastly,” you push at Brock's considerable chest, “you had better keep that jerk down in the hold and away from me. I don’t know what his deal is, but-”

Brock interrupted you this time, “I ain't got no clue, sweetheart,” he didn’t sound quite like he meant that, but he met your eyes regardless, his voice gruff, “he’s not one of my men. He’s, well… he’s how we found out about the treasure,”

The water glinted in your peripheral vision, a flash in the distance, like something broke the surface caught your eye in the distance, but there was nothing there when you looked,

“He knew about the treasure?” Your heart thumped behind your rib cage, “Mr Rumlow, what have you done, what if-”

“He’s not merfolk,” Brock seemed to read your mind, his eyes out on the water now as well, “I checked. Well… I might’ve pushed the guy into the sea,”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart rate did slow down a little. No one knew for certain, but the rumour that merfolk could only appear human until they hit the water seemed to be accepted as fact in most Legend coastal towns. Turning away from the water, you gripped the wheel again,

“And he didn’t grow a tail?”

“No. He’s just a pushy, creepy treasure hunter, that’s all,” again Brock didn’t meet your eyes as he turned to head back down, “but that’s okay, I’m one too, and you have my word that nothing bad will happen to you, once we’ve found the treasure. You’ll get your share.”

You could turn back. You knew that. Why risk the wrath of the merpeople for some treasure that didn’t belong to you?

You sigh inwardly, thoughts full of cool blue water, emerald green coves, and warm golden skies. You thought of Steve’s beautiful eyes and lyrical voice. And you think of that empty bank, and the red RENT DUE letters that would come for you over the coming months if you didn’t get money in soon.

“I want to apologise,”

You spin away from the wheel, and turn to face Steve who had silently appeared at your back hours later. You were close to the caves, and you had to be careful, the area was not always safe for boats, the very last thing you needed was to be distracted and somehow end up crashing on the rocks. You look the man and up and down and shrug easily,

“Fine, Thank you,”

“You like the sea, I can tell,” he leans against the railing to your left, the rock formations at his back, it makes the gold of his hair gleam even more starkly against the dark backdrop. You shrug again,

“Of course I like the sea, it’s how I make my living,”

“Yes, but you would make it your home too,”

A snort escapes before you can stop it, “Like that could ever happen,” Steve seems to smile in your peripheral vision,

“You would like a way to stay in the sea?”

Your eyes roll heavenward, before finally you turn to Steve, your voice as even as you could make it considering you wanted to throw things at him, “I love the sea, I always have, but it’s not where I would make my home. It doesn’t belong to people like me, or to people like you,”

“Like me?”

“You’re a treasure hunter. You take, where you should just leave things alone,” your fingers gripped the wheel tighter, the leather creaked under your fingers, “I’ve heard too many stories to think that anything like that could end well,” you hear Steve’s chuckle, low and sensual, but you turn away again before you can meet his eyes,

“Ah, so you do believe that mermen live in these caves,”

“I don’t ‘believe’” you snap, ignoring the frown that suddenly formed on his face, “the Legends aren’t some myth, like a unicorn, or leprechauns, they’re real, and they’re deadly. If I had known, if Rumlow had told me, then I would never have agreed to this. I would have moved inland and started over, like a normal person,”

“You could just turn back, little Siren,” the voice coming at you was harder somehow, no tease, no lyrical tone, just cold, “if you think the creatures that live in these waters are capable of the bloodshed you think, why anger them?”

“Because I don’t want to turn back, okay? I don’t want to live away from the sea, I don’t want to give up on my chance of-” you cut yourself off to a growing smile from the man next to you, and shook your head, “I just want to get this over with,”

“You want to meet one, don’t you?”

You hadn’t noticed before, but there was a growing puddle of water around Steve, as if he was soaked through, the sun glancing off the small puddle was the only notice you had, but before you could say anything about why he was wet, your navigation dinged, and you look towards the large cave next to you,

“We’re here,”

“Yes. Careful now, Siren, you can sail through, but the waters can get choppy,” Steve moved closer to you, the coolness of his body, the sea salt scent of him…

“H-how did you know about this place?” Your fingers trembled, Steve was at your back again, but this time your knife wasn’t in your hands, “How did you know-”

“We don’t take, not unless something is taken from us first, little Siren,” his arms were either side of you now, steering the boat as your head rested against his shoulder, the music of his voice finally ensnaring you, “these men want treasure, well so do I. I need a breeding partner, and I have watched you for an earth's cycle,”

“You…?”

“Rumlow will take his treasure… then I will take mine,”

You’d heard about Siren’s before, of course, The females with sweet singing voices who would lure sailors out to sea, seduce them into their arms, and swiftly drown them in the water. It was why the people in your coastal town were warned to ignore singing if they ever heard it on the waves, one weak moment would have you becoming prey to the Legends, and no one wanted to be a corpse on the sand. You knew this, you knew all the stories, but no one had ever warned that just a voice in your ear could put you under a spell. Steve’s low voice, soothing and strong like the tide that brought him to you, it rang in your head, clearing out all resistance to him. When Brock and his team climbed into the smaller boat to go deeper into the caves, Steve took your hand and manoeuvred you to sit next to him, and you did nothing to stop him.

He was surprisingly cool on the bench next to you as Brock took all of you out to the caves. You knew now what Steve was, he had no body heat, his voice had hypnotised you, and he was bringing men out to their deaths, you just couldn’t understand why. He had said it was for you, that he had watched you for a year, and he had decided you would be his breeding partner, but that wasn’t what you wanted… was it? His hand lay on your thigh, his voice keeping you enthralled as he whispered in your ear,

“You can’t escape me, Siren. I wouldn’t try,”

“I’m not going to,” speaking out was like trying to walk underwater, difficult and unnatural, “I don’t-”

“Shh, we are almost there,” you passed into the caves, and Steve’s eyes glowed that inhuman and beautiful colour, “they will take what doesn’t belong to them, and then…” his hand moved higher up your leg, warmth bloomed inside you immediately, “then it will be my turn to take what is mine,”

Your blink is slow as Brock stops the boat, and he and his men dive into the water, “You don’t have a tail… Rumlow…”

“My kind are more adept at pretending to be human when it suits our needs, Siren. Rumlow pushed me in the water, I simply didn’t let him see my true form. You will though, when I mate with you,”

Your breath was choppy, the men surrounding you in the water taking orders from Brock who was given directions from Steve, “There really is treasure?”

“Of course, I am no liar… but these men will not benefit from it. It does not belong to them,”

The water in the caves was so clear you could see the men swimming underneath the boat, darting this way and that like the small silver fish in the harbour you had moored your boat in. You watch like you’re in a dream, taking everything in and understanding none of it, even when Steve stood abruptly, removing his clothing in front of you. He was glorious, sleek and powerful… and wrong… you could see the scales on his torso, subtle and golden. He looked like a god, like Posiden come to life, and muted fear grew inside you. Your eyes darted back to the men in the water,

“Please…”

“They took what does not belong to them, Siren. Even you,”

“You wanted me,”

“Yes, I do,” he smiles, and you see his teeth are sharper now, his cheekbones more defined, a shimmer across his skin, and his eyes are mesmerising, bright in the gloom of the cave, “and they put you in danger to bring you to me, caring only for the money that stealing my kinds treasure will bring them,”

Steve is kneeling in front of you now, and you can just about manage a smile, “You are angry that they put me in danger, after you set this whole thing up just to get me?”

His finger is cold as it traces down your face, from temple to jaw line, “They would have lived if they had refused to use you, perhaps even made profit from my treasure. Instead they would let you be harmed by a Legend. They are not good men.” His attention is wrenched from you when Brock’s head appears out of the water, and in his hand is something gold and shiny,

“Got it! We’re gonna be so fucking rich!”

Steve pulled your face back to his, webbed fingers on your chin, and he pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say a thing to Brock to warn him,

“Say nothing, and stay where you are. I will return,”

With that, Steve stood, and dived into the water. You meet the surprised eyes of Brock, words of warning choked in your throat, and watch helplessly as he is pulled down below, and soon the blue and green glow is replaced with red. You can’t hear them well, but you do hear distant gurgled screams, and at one point one of the men try to throw themselves out of the water and into the boat, but a webbed hand drags them back down.

It’s quiet after a while. No more thrashing. No more screaming. Even the water is clearing from red to pink, and slowly back to blue and grey.

The sun is setting. You’re cold, but you can’t move. Steve had told you to stay.

You hear a splash in the dark, you can’t see anything, heart thumping you try to call out, but the words die in your throat. Steve had told you to say nothing.

The water is calm now, like there aren’t bodies floating in it. Golden eyes in the water stare out at you from further in the cave, swimming closer, closer…

Steve is otherworldly beautiful as his head rises from the water, big blue eyes, glowing gold, shining green stare at you eagerly as he pulls himself to cling to the edge of the boat. His hair is almost black, plastered back from his face, golden scales glitter silver in the moonlight, and his sharp teeth glitter as he opens his mouth,

“Come in to the water to me, Siren,”

You do as you’re told, the merman’s compulsion over you complete and total. Your legs go over the side first, the water cold but you barely feel it. That unblinking gaze of his, you’re warm inside from it, almost too hot within your clothing. The water is a blessing as you fall into it, the gasp that leaves your lips echoes across the walls of the cave. Steve swims closer to you, his tail is almost invisible in the low light as it cuts through the water, disappointment slices through you sharply, but then he’s pulling you through the water and to the rocks along the side.

You think you might feel fear as you remember what Steve had said to you about mating with you, but even through the haze of his voice's compulsion you can’t lie to yourself. The fear comes from the unknown of how a mermen might mate with a human, but not because you were actually afraid of him doing that to you.

You wanted him. You would want him still when his voice’s power wore off.

There’s a terrifying, and arousing, amount of power in his touch as Steve takes you by the waist and lifts you partially out of the water, resting you against the rocks so you’re only submerged from the waist down. His smile is slightly more human as he pulls himself out enough to crowd you against the rocks, his otherworldly face close enough to yours you could lick out to taste scales skin if you wanted.

You did want… and so you did. Steve’s smile grew wider as you moaned in the back of your throat at the taste of him, salt and seaweed and foam. The sea given life.

“Your tongue is as eager as mine, Siren,” webbed fingers hold your chin so he can meet your eyes, “lift your arms over your head, do not drop them,” he waits as you do so, and then takes the hem of your sopping wet top and starts to push it up and over your stomach and higher, until it’s pulled off completely, leaving you in the sports bra you’d chosen to wear for the long day. The wet fabric was molded to your chest, your nipples outlined clearly. They were sensitive, pebbled tighter immediately when Steve ran a clawed finger in circles over them,

“Human females have such beautifully formed bodies. Our own females are also beautiful, but, well, they are not so tempting to play with as you are…” he tore through the bra easily, leaving you naked from the waist up, “Gods, such a delectable female you are,”

His mouth was colder than the water as it closed over one breast and sucked eagerly, sharp teeth closed over your nipple just hard enough to sting, but his tongue soothed the pain… he did this over and over until you were writhing against him, your fingertips sore from scrabbling against the rocks over your head. He grinned against your chest, long fingers going to the fabric of your pants and slowly tearing them away too,

“Do you know what my favourite part of being as I am is, little Siren?” Steve holds your gaze as you shake your head, uncaring as the last of your clothing is pulled away and your legs spread around his wide shoulders. Steve’s fingers glide over yours calves, your thighs, and up towards your naked cunt, hidden under the near black water, where he touches you with fingers made of ice that nonetheless make you burn,

“My favourite thing is that I can pleasure a female, and not come up for air, even after she screams and begs me to stop,” gills appear on his neck, across his ribs, your desire mixes with the water as Steve uses his fingers to open you wide, “don’t scream for me to stop, little Siren. I’ll be inside you when you wake from this pleasure.”

He goes beneath the waves, his mouth closes over your clit, and you fight every instinct you have to scream his name to the heavens you can no longer see.

You feel the sun before you feel anything else. Warm and gentle across your water cooled skin, it soothes the bone deep ache that’s becoming more and more intense. Then you feel the rocks under your chest, the sting from the friction as-

Then you feel him, inside you, thrusting with a powerful languidness that made your toes curl, and a groan escape before you could even think to stop it,

“Shhh, little Siren, you were made for me, you feel perfect,” fingers reach around your front, one hand closes around your throat, the other gently squeezes your clit between two fingers… applying pressure, then releasing…

“Steve…” the water is at your waist, Steve curling himself over you so you can no longer feel the sun, “… I-” your words cut off as another orgasm takes over you. You can’t remember any past the first four, when Steve had taken your wrists and forced them to your sides as he’d continued to ravage you with his mouth.

Now, he was inside you as he’d promised, his tail wrapped around your ankles, keeping your legs closed and his cock nestled deep inside you. Pain - sharp and laced with pleasure - rocked through you when his teeth sank into your neck when he came. He twitched inside you, his tongue soothing over the deep bite,

“This next part will hurt, Siren, but only for a moment. It is for your own good,” with that, Steve didn’t give you a chance to respond, he just pulled you under the water.

The salt water.

The blood still flowing from your wound stopped immediately as the salt hit the broken skin, you almost passed out again, but you couldn’t, not when you finally saw Steve under the water in all his sunlit glory.

He was like an angel, hair whipping around his head like a halo. His body was mesmerising, golden and strong, the gills and scales only enhanced the savage beauty of him. And then there was his tail.

Long, powerful, a deep royal blue with silver fins and an almost red iridescent sheen to the scales. His cock stood out at the front, almost like a human males, but not the same at all… it seemed to shrink back into the upper half of his tail, and then he brought you back to the surface, taking you to the flat rocks that he’d been fucking you on and laying you out in the sun. The water flowed over you briefly as he came to lie next to you, his beautiful body right there for you to touch, to hold, to kiss…

Steve caught your wrist as you go to touch him, brining your palm to his mouth to kiss it with a gentleness that made your heart clench,

“You are mine now, Siren, you do understand that?”

You frown, Steve’s face and body changing as he dried so he looked like a gorgeous human man with legs - and an impressive human cock - and you nod your head slowly. You could feel him inside you, and not just his seed, or his compulsion, but…

“You’re mine too though, aren’t you?” Steve nods his head slowly, damp golden hair falling forward over his forehead, “So why can’t I touch you?”

“You can, but only when you’ve agreed to what I want from you,”

“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?” Your voice is calm, even as Steve shifts over you, parting your legs so he can cover your body, his cock nudging at your entrance, which he guides home inside you in one long stroke. He feels different this way, thicker and hotter, but perhaps not quite as long. Your back arches, pushing your breasts into his chest, and he crushes you to him, one arm under your lower back, and his other hand holding your wrists over your head.

Your merman likes control over you.

“You are mine, you can’t escape me. I will be at your side when you are on land, and should you try to escape, I will Call to you,” he thrusts a few more times, rolling his hips in a way that grinds his pubic bone against your clit, “you will always submit to me… and I will submit to you as well,”

“I can go on land?” You try to free your hands, but Steve is strong, easily holds you captive as he dips his head to suck at your breast, fucking you relentlessly, “I thought-”

“You can’t stay at sea, though my bite does give you some prolonged ability to stay underwater should I need you to, such as when you birth my first child,” more thrusts, and then he’s rolling you to your front, his palm a cold sting against the flesh of your ass when he slaps it, “I do love your body, this particular area already holds my fascination,” teeth nip at the now warm skin, his tongue dips between your cheeks to briefly press against your back passage, but then he’s raising your hips and pushing inside you again.

A groan leaves your lips as he pulls you back against his chest, one index and ring finger pulling your lower lips apart so his middle fingers can circle your clit. His free hand goes to your throat, holding you against him,

“I like your boat, and the things it can do for my people. You can keep your life, or as much as I desire you to keep at any rate. Then you shall stay at sea where I can access you, and you will help bring my people the hunters who seek to harm us.”

“You’ll kill them?”

“Of course. We are not merciful, and those who seek to destroy the ocean, or capture our females for their own pleasure will suffer our wrath,” The irony of this statement as he has forcefully turned you into his mate - even if you did want him - wasn’t lost on you.

You come again, it’s almost painful the way his fingers wring the sensation from you, and then he’s pulling out, and walking around to your front on powerful human legs, and bringing your face to his crotch, pushing himself into your mouth,

“I do love this method of pleasure as well. It feels better underwater with my true form, but this will do for now.”

You gag around him, and push your now free hands against his thighs so he pulls out of your throat, looking down on you with blue green eyes that aren’t human and would never be,

“Am I like you? If I can stay underwater?” The idea intrigued you, and the memory of his beautiful, almost alien looking cock made your cunt throb in pleasure, “I would like to-”

“We are not vampires or werewolves who can change a human with a bite… this is more an infection that changes just enough cells, but nothing more. You will not become a mermaid, my love, as I will never be a man,” Steve presses down on your jaw and you take him in your mouth once again.

“My little Siren. I will love you, and protect you… until the end of your days…”

You swallowed your merman down hungrily. And when he swam with you back to your boat still anchored by the caves, you let him have you on the deck, and in the cabin, and in the water again as the sun set and the moon rose.

You vowed to do what was needed for your merman to endure his people’s safety. They were yours now, and whereas before you would never let people take advantage of your business to harm the merfolk, you would welcome it now. Steve and his family would be there, and they would drag them down to the depths where they belonged. All with your help.

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