i saw your ask like very quick so i guess

Mermaid!Joshua

Notes: thanks for the request! I think I might do a part two, but this was all I could write without it resembling mingyu’s too much!

•for years you’d sworn that you could see magical beings
•fairies, unicorns, mermaids and even more!
•as a child everyone would laugh and listen to your tales
•but as you grew, they would tell you to wake up and grow out of that phase
•you had grown estranged from your own family before you were even twelve
•the way that you had found that people would accept your stories of magic, was through books
•so you began to write, hundreds of stories began to pile up
•then you decided to put them on the internet, having seen stranger things living on the web
•you expected cruel comments on your stories but instead you were told that your stories were people’s favorite
•that they had begun to believe in magic once more from reading your stories
•with each comment you began to get addicted to posting stories
•years of being treated like a kid with a huge imagination, now you were a big part in the magical creature department

•by the time you were sixteen you had published a book that had become a best seller
•you had moved out of your house, and into your aunts house who lived near an ocean
•of course your parents didn’t want to you leave after you had sold that many copies of what they had sworn was a waste of time
•but after many arguments and a threat of a lawsuit from your aunt, you were living in a much healthier place
•you were no longer told that your stories were trash, you didn’t have to worry about the stories you wrote on paper being thrown out or ripped up
•you could just focus on what was important, school and writing
•sci-fi and romance was your favorite stories to create, stories where the main character didn’t feel like they fit in
•maybe because they were half giant and they were freakishly tall according to humans
•the best place to write was by the ocean, since it was winter there weren’t that many people
•hearing the waves crash was background noise that sure beat yelling, it helped to imagine mermaids swimming in the ocean
•of course the ocean would began to freeze, since it was winter
•if you were dumb you’d walk on the ice, but you’d seen enough movies and games to see where that would head
•(coughTWDGS2cough)
•so you’d sit on a cliff that dangled over the water
•it was quite sturdy, and made no crumbling sound when you’d sit
•for hours you’d watch the waves and write whatever came to mind and when no words wanted to flow, you’d imagine life under the water
•how would mermaids interact, would they be like normal humans with tails, what did they eat?
•so many questions, not enough answers
•you’d think you’d be more organized since you are a published author but nope
•there’s loose paper in a notebook, being held together by absolutely nothing
•it’ll be fine you thought, nothing will happen
•and Woosh paper were everywhere, flying in the wind
•In an instant you were on your feet trying to grab all of the papers that you could
•papers on the floor was the first to grab, than ones that were impaled on a tree, next you tried your luck to getting the ones that were in the air
•sadly quite a few papers flew off the cliff and landed in the water
•yeah no way in hell you were getting those back now
•so you stuffed your papers that you managed to capture into your bag and trudged back to your house
•unbeknownst to you, a hand pulled the paper from the water and hung it up to dry

•after school the next day, you returned back to the cliff
•sitting in the same large rock as always, you watched the waves crack against the bottom of the cliff
•on your now secured notebook, you started a story about an elf going on a journey, only to find out that his parents sent him on a wild goose chase
•it was more silly than you had planned but that was for the best since you had just finished a angsty story
•as minutes passed the wind began to blow
•holding tightly to the book so the papers would not fly away again
•but instead of the papers flying away, you started to get pushed by the wind
•holding tightly onto your book and a tree that had luckily been next to you
•you closed your eyes and hoped that you would be alright when this was over with
•what seemed like hours had passed, before you heard a loud snapping sound
•the tree was starting to break, you were losing your grip
•hearing one more crack, before you were airborne
•it was like a roller coaster without the coaster
•and the end of the coaster was inside of the water, and you were approaching the end quickly
•taking a big gulp of air, you held your breath waiting to be dropped in the freezing water
•but you weren’t drenched in water, a splash came in your clothes but you could still breathe
•opening your eyes, you looked around to see what had happened
•you were inside of someone’s arms???
•and your first thought was “oh my goodness, you shouldn’t be swimming in these conditions”
•his laughter was a melody that you never wanted to pause, but why was he laughing?
•but before you could question the boy with a sweet laugh and brown eyes, you remembered your notebook that held important parts to your stories
•quickly looking to see if you still had it, you let out a sigh of relief when you found that you were tightly holding it in your hands
•"did you lose any of those yesterday?“
•he asked motioning to the book with his head
•you nodded and told him that a breeze had carried them into the water
•he pointed to some sticks where paper was hanging, the ink had leaked making the writing illegible but it was very sweet
•"you were here yesterday? How do you not have a cold?”
•he blushed and shrugged, telling you that he had a strong immune system
•he asked what the papers were for, and you said that you liked writing, how it gave you an outlet to be yourself yet someone else
•he agreed and said that what he feels when he plays the guitar, to which you asked if he was any good
•his cheeks grew to a pale pink and his eyes grew small as he said that he likes to think so
•"can you play for me one day?“
•he agreed, but said that you should get out of the water before you get sick
•which you nodded and asked him to put you in the water, briefly forgetting about your notebook
•"what about your book? You looked quite happy when you saw it was dry.”
•he reminded you, with amusement sparkling in his dark brown eyes
•"oh! But I need to go to the shore, so I guess it has to get wet.“
•you stated sadly, feeling your eyes began to tear up at the thought of it getting wet
•"nonsense! I’ll bring you there.”
•and he started swimming. Very quickly. Like Michael phelps quick.
•leaving you to look at the sparkling water, even in winter it was beautiful
•soon enough you were close to where there was grass so you could stand
•once he placed you down on the grass, you turned around to thank him only to see that he was far away that you could only see his head and shoulders
•"thank you!“
•you called, waving your hands so he would see you
•"bye y/n”
•and with that you started walking, but came to a stop quite abruptly
•turning around once more, you want to go ask him how he knew your name
•only to see a lavender tail, like the ones you’ve written about so many times before
•and it was gone in a second
•who exactly was the boy that caught you?