“The last thing I remember is falling overboard, but I just woke up on an abandoned beach with a merperson cradling my head. Definitely a strange thing to wake up to.” AU
Character A is a pirate that frequently travels through dangerous waters, so they’ve employed the help of Character B, a merperson, to guide their ship through dangerous waters. In return, Character A gives Character B foreign shells/stories of Character A’s travels/beautiful jewelry/etc.
While taking a break from pirating, Character A likes to relax on their secret beach and relax with their best friend/casual lover, Character B the merperson. Cue lots of cute situations like Character B decorating Character A’s hair with shells and braids, and Character A telling Character B about all of their adventures.
“I love you, however, do not start kissing my neck with those needle teeth. I’m not in the mood for that.” AU
Character A is a pirate with an immense fear of water, and one day after falling off of their ship, they’re rescued by Character B, a merperson. Character B then goes on to teach Character A how to swim.
“How about this as a trade? You visit me personally, bring me jewelry and other nice things, flatter me with compliments, and then maybe I’ll grant you access to cross my waters. Sound good, pirate?” AU
While collecting fish with other merpeople, Character A accidentally runs straight into a human net and is hauled aboard a pirate ship. Taken captive as a “rare oddity”, Character A is utterly miserable with their new life. Character B works on the ship and is responsible for keeping Character A alive.
I call this “Lotor goes fishing” and it’s just an excuse to draw Lance with
expressions and practice those hands. Lance had just taken out like 2 Galra snipers and was about to report in when this happens. In his defense, Lotor’s too fast for him to notice right away.
There. In the centre of the ring there’s a flash of blue.
Viktor pushes past two spectators just in time to see him, a crown of blue roses in his hair and Viktor’s striped shirt barely hanging onto his shoulders as he dances to the tune.
He saw this boy twice a week for a month on Skype, but he’s still blown away by how beautiful Yuuri looks tonight. He’s lost between the softness at Yuuri’s hips and the crispness of his shoulders, the smoothness of his skin and the messiness of his hair. The way the selkie translates the music into the movements of his body makes Viktor’s heart swell and his breath come short.
Finally, he can bear it no more. “Yuuri!” he shouts as the song’s beat begins to mount again, and Yuuri’s eyes snap open. Viktor drinks in his warm gaze, his heart soaring as Yuuri’s mouth curves up in a smile.
And then Yuuri takes his hand, eliciting sparks down Viktor’s spine at the barest touch.
Yuuri pulls him closer, bouncing in time to the music, and Viktor joins him with laughter on his lips and a song in his heart.
Stay close to me, Yuuri had asked him in his book. And here he is, answering.
Even through the months of doubts and fear, a part of him had always known that. It just took some time for the rest of him to accept it — to accept that this is his second chance.