There are two versions of this au, I started this one first, and just didn’t really feel the idea anymore when I actually wrote it, so I abandoned it after 700 words. I still wanted to post it though, maybe you’ll like it more than I do. (And I know nuclearblast-fangirl has been waiting for this, so she surely will enjoy it coming in two versions ;) )
This takes place in a world where Jason’s mother tried to save her daughter by offering Jason to the god of the sea. She then thought she could save him too.
Rating: General Audiences
Somehow Jason had always imagined drowning to feel different. He had read about it - that you’d try and hold your breath until you felt like you were bursting, until pain was ripping you apart and that the water would burn all the way down. Part of him thought that he should be panicking, should fight to get back to the surface, but he just let himself sink, deeper and deeper, until his back hit the ocean floor.
This wasn’t normal, not how it should be, Jason thought, but it felt very real to him. Maybe he was just dreaming. Jason closed his eyes and opened his mouth to take a deep breath.
“You can never, never go there, do you understand?” His mother was furious, her head read and her eyes sparkling dangerously. Jason was afraid of her and part of him thought that this was wrong, no one should have to fear their mother. He nodded still, and she seemed to deflate a little. “The ocean is dangerous. It will kill you if you ever set a foot into it. Don’t you ever dare do that to me.”
Her worry hadn’t seemed genuine then, and it never did after, but from that day on, Jason was deadly afraid of the water. He never learned why his mother was so keen on keeping him away from it, but her horror and her wrath had burned into his mind. There was something dark in the water, and Jason wasn’t going to risk finding out whether there was more to it than his mother’s paranoia.
This plan had worked out well until Jason was forced to take a ferry. There was no other way to get to his destination, even though Jason would have preferred flying no matter what cost, he ended up having to use the ship instead. The sea was calm when they left, but as soon as the harbour was out of sight, the weather changed. A storm was brewing that hadn’t been there before and the ship was rocking on the waves. The captain told them to stay calm, but to Jason, she herself sounded plenty panicked. They did not even last for half an hour. The ferry was not built for weather like this and when they started getting people into life-boats, a wave hit Jason and ripped him over the railing into the ocean.
For a second, Jason imagined to have seen the strange trident shaped birthmark on his arm glowing blue, but it was gone too soon for him to be sure.
He started sinking like a stone and realised that his mother had been right after all. The first time he set a foot into the ocean, or well, above it, was the day that it would kill him.
Jason could breathe. Now, there might have been an explanation for why Jason wasn’t feeling any pain, some sort of chemical reaction in his brain, but there sure as hell was none for why he could breathe.
It was scarier than the whole sinking to the ocean floor experience and Jason surely would have started to panic if a movement hadn’t caught his eye.
Something or someone was swimming toward him and when Jason caught sight of a lean back that didn’t end in legs but in a blue-scaled fish tail, he decided that he had probably lost his marbles just like his mother had.
The thing, Jason refused to think of it as a mermaid just yet, swam directly toward him and Jason felt like he should probably attempt to flee. He had no chance though, before he actually got to make an attempt, long fingers reached for him and touched against his forehead.
“The ocean always settles its debts.”
Then, the world started to fade.