neptune and triton

In the Heart of the Sea

Originally posted by prettystucky

Originally posted by celestial-prxncess

Peter Parker x Reader

In the Heart of the Sea

Author: Morgan

Warnings: None?

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Lightning flashed above the stormy sea. The waters swirled wickedly, churning the Iron Man, the ship captained by the second-best captain on the seven seas, Captain Stark. The crew scrambled to toss their belongings below deck before any more crates could fall overboard.

“I mean it, Peter! Get below deck!”

“No can do, Captain Stark! I’m not going under until the rest of you do!” Peter replied stubbornly. He was soaked with rain water, dripping wet. The boat lurched to the side, causing everyone on the deck to fall over. Peter scrambled to get to his feet, grabbing onto the sail mast.

“Get! Below! Deck!” Stark ordered. “Now!”

“Okay fine!” Peter shouted in reply, making his way towards the door to the lower deck. The boat tilted again, violently lurching to the side. Peter slipped on the wet wooden floor, sliding across it. In one swift motion, Peter hit his head, fell overboard, and landed in the angry waters with a splash.

Somewhere in the depths, you felt like something was off. Perhaps it was the smell of the human deck boy from the large ship, or maybe it was the alcohol that leaked from the pirates’ lost barrels. So many foreign smells from the humans that lived on the ship drifted through your nostrils. But whatever it was, be it fate or something written in the stars long ago, you followed the feeling, large scaly tale flicking behind you powerfully.

Your long hair trailed behind you in the water as you swam as fast as the currents could carry you. It was a powerful storm, and even a mermaid like you had difficulty navigating the harsh waters.

Drifting in the murky waves was the deck boy. His eyes were closed, and it appeared he was unconscious, his tousled brown curls surrounded his head in a cloud. You rushed forward, much surprised by the sight of a human. He must have fallen off of the ship along with the other cargo floating around in wooden crates and barrels, you figured.

Moving as quickly as you could, you dragged the boy to shore, depositing him on the beach. However, it appeared he wasn’t breathing. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, and with an ounce of magic, you pressed a hand to his muscled chest. Its only covering was the whispy white shirt that hung limp and wet around his body. Your fingers glowed, palm pressing a jolt of power into him.

With a heave, Peter coughed wickedly, desperately, depositing the water in his lungs onto the shore. He looked at you with a hazy disoriented expression before slumping onto the sand, unconscious. You smiled softly, deciding to sit on the beach with him until the storm ended.

***

The next morning, Peter still hadn’t awoken. He was beyond exhausted from the ordeals of the night before. Carefully, you carried him through the water and set him in the small rowboat attached to the side of the ship, wrapping him in what appeared to be part of a sail to keep him warm until he awoke.

Humans were cute, you decided. His legs were certainly odd, much unlike the tail you possessed, but he was too handsome for his oddity to matter. He appeared to be young, about your age if not a bit older. You smirked, pushing these thoughts out of your mind. Relations with those that walked the land was strictly forbidden. But still. He was cute. For a human.

Peter bolted awake with a shout, looking around at his surroundings. You returned to the water with a large splash, narrowly avoiding his disheveled brown gaze, or so you thought. Dr. Jarvis Vision looked over the railing of the ship very surprised, but grateful to see the little deck hand.

“There you are, Parker! We feared we had lost you to the sea!”

“I uh…well, I guess not…” Peter raked a hand through his hair, looking around. He could have sworn there had been someone next to him, but maybe it was just remnants of a restless dream. A dream. Of course. There couldn’t be a…whatever he had seen. No. It had to be an illusion of the water. He had simply hit his head too hard. “Good morning Dr. Vision.”

“Is that Parker?” Prince T’Challa, the royal-gone-rebel who had recently joined their crew of merry pirates, asked, looking down at the deck boy. “Welcome back, boy. Maybe next time you’ll obey the captain’s orders.”

“Yeah…” Peter gazed off into the waves. “We’ll see about that…”

***

“Quit gazing off into the sunset, Parker! You’re supposed to be sweeping!” Captain Stark teased the dazed teen as he rushed to get back to work. “What’s gotten into you? Since you fell off of the boat last week, your head’s been in the clouds! Did you lose a few brain cells down there?”

“Not exactly, I just…” Peter paused, sighing as he watched waves lap the shore of the nearest island. “Captain, permission to speak freely?”

“Of course,”

“Well…sir…Have you…ever seen something you thought was impossible? Something that couldn’t be real, and yet…it feels…feels like you could reach out and touch it if you really tried. But when you look, it’s…”

“Gone.” the captain nodded, a look of empathy flashing through his eyes. “I know that feeling. The feeling that something extraordinary slipped through your fingers. The…One that got away…”

“Yeah. I guess. I dunno…” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I just…I can’t help but wonder if we’re not alone here.”

“Of course we’re not. Rogers is still out there with the others somewhere. If they survived the wreck.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, kid.” Stark ruffled Peter’s already-messy hair. “I know.”

***

“I think you’re sick.” Your mermaid friend Jemma braided your hair. “Your cheeks have been red and you’ve been stuck in a daze. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” You stated, gazing at your reflection in the speckled glass mirror you had found in a shipwreck not so long ago.

“I think she’s in love. Who is it? Triton? Neptune? Percy?” asked Skye, Jemma’s sister.

“No, not quite.” you shook your head. A shy smile tugged at your lips and a rosy color spread across your cheeks.

“Do we know him, or is he from another cove?” Jemma continued questioning.

“You don’t know him.”

“Hmmm…” Skye hummed, looking at you. She wouldn’t let it show, but there was concern in her kind brown eyes. “Just…be careful, would you?”

“I will…I promise.”

***

You hadn’t intended to swim so close to the surface, nor had you meant to wander to the pirate ship that floated on the glittering waves. But your heart and your tail seemed to have minds of their own. And they were conspiring against you. You watched the crewmates walk across the deck on the peaceful night. The stars were so bright in the sky above, making a map of glowing diamonds.

You watched carefully for the deck boy. Peter, you had overheard. Peter Parker. There. There he was, sitting on a barrel. He was messing with a trinket from the mainland. You had no clue what it was. You had never seen anything quite like it, but you could tell from the way he held it, looked at it so carefully, that he had a strange interest in the little devices.

Cautiously, you surfaced, letting your head out of the water so you could hear him. He was deep in conversation with one of his other crewmates. He had hair so white it was almost silver, the beginnings of a beard, and he spoke with a thick accent.

“You look so lost, Peter.” the man said, a silver locket dangling from his fist. “I know how you feel. I haven’t seen my sister since The Avenger sank.”

“We’ll find her, Pietro. We’ll find the others.” he promised the man in the dark. “I know it.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I always am.” Peter offered a half-hearted smile.

“Well, I’m going to bed. Don’t stay out too late. And,” Pietro smirked. “Don’t fall overboard.”

“I won’t.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

You sighed, looking up at the deck boy. What were you doing here? It was forbidden. This was forbidden. And with great reason. If men, greedy mortal men knew of the existence of the merfolk, they would stop at nothing to take everything the creatures held dear, hunting them to extinction.

And yet, this boy, this human boy looked so kind. His eyes held all of the stars, and his skin was smooth and soft and warm. You put a hand over your mouth, fingers tracing the smooth lips that had saved his life as you remembered the feeling of his against yours. Did he even remember? Would he?

You turned to leave, but before you could, he spoke.

“Wait.” he pleaded, his voice soft. His eyes searched the shadows beside the boat frantically. He knew you were there. He could feel it with all of his being. “Please. Don’t be afraid.”

“Perhaps it’s you that should be afraid of me.” you said in a somewhat teasing tone. “After all, my kind aren’t supposed to exist.”

“A-are you-?”

“Yes.”

“Why…Why did you save me?” Peter asked. “I know it was you. I think. Unless there are more of you.”

“You fell overboard.”

“Well yeah, but-”

“You were going to die. No one, not even a man deserves that fate.” you answered simply. “I have to go. If my people know I was here, if I talked to you, Poseidon forbid…”

“Wait! Don’t leave. I…what’s your name?”

“(Y/N).” you told him against your better judgement.

“(Y/N).” he repeated. You blushed, cheeks burning red at the way your name sounded on his tongue.

“I have to go.” you stated, more seriously this time. Though he couldn’t see your face, he could hear the urgency in your tone.

“Will I ever meet you again?”

Silence.

“Yes.” you cringed as soon as the word left your mouth. You couldn’t stop the next one. “Tomorrow.”

“O-Okay! Great! Um-” he nodded, his heart fluttering. “I’ll be here.”

“See you then, Peter.” you smiled, splashing into the murky waves.

“How did you know my-” But you were already long-gone. “Name…”

***

You avoided your friends from the cove all day, careful not to speak to them too much. You didn’t want them to suspect anything. They couldn’t know you had gone to the surface, much less been caught, much lesser actually talked to him. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but your heart didn’t seem to care. You couldn’t get the youngest pirate out of your mind. Everything about him was so different than the humans you had heard of growing up.

His smile, his laugh, his kind brown eyes that held all of the stars…You felt like you were flying. It was nothing you could control. But it was a good feeling. A good sort of fiery chaos coursing through your veins.

It was late at night after all of the pirates but one had gone to bed. Peter leaned against the railing of the boat. He climbed down into the rowboat, holding a lantern. He set it in the boat and looked out on the horizon. Another clear night, and no sight of you. Maybe you had lied to him. Maybe you had been unable to find the ship. Possibilities swam through his mind, and his hopeful expression fell.

“Hey there sailor,” you greeted, popping up to rest your elbows on the edge of the boat.

“Oh my God!” he pressed a hand over his heart. You laughed at how cute he was when he was surprised. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” you smiled.

“God…you’re so beautiful…” he whispered, stunned. He had never gotten a good look at you until now.

“Thank you.” you giggled. “You’re quite cute yourself, deck boy.”

“R-really? You t-think so?”

“Well, for a human anyway,” you laughed.

“So you really are a-”

“Yep.” you waved the fin of your tail behind you. “Crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. “Crazy.”

“I take it your humans don’t know you’re here.”

“Nah. They’d think I was a madman if I told them I was staying up to meet a mermaid.”

“Maybe you are mad.” You tilted your head, grinning. “Maybe you hit your head just a bit too hard when you fell from your boat.”

“Maybe I did. That would explain why I’m talking to an angel.”

“Are you always so flirtatious or is that a new development?”

“I-I’m sorry. Am I not supposed to do that? Is that okay?”

“I suppose I’ll let it slide.” you bit your lip, your wet hand cautiously finding a place above his dry, warm one.

“You’re not going to drown me, are you?” Peter asked, brown eyes wide.

“What would be the point in saving you only to drown you?” you laughed, shaking your head. You pressed a kiss to his soft cheek, causing him to blush five shades of red. “I think you’re mistaking me for a siren, Peter. There’s a difference.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Well, I’m afraid I have to go before one of the others notices I’m missing.” You told him, glancing away. His face fell, not wanting you to leave quite yet, but he understood why. “I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

“Okay. See you soon.” He nodded, giving your hand a quick squeeze before you slipped into the water. He watched your tail twisting through the water like a fine ribbon as long as he could, but soon you were out of sight. He held a hand over his heart. Was he trembling? Had this single creature turned his limbs to jelly? Melted him to a puddle? Yes. She had. And best part was she hadn’t even tried.

***

Captain Stark gazed out his window as the mermaid splashed back into the depths. A smirk tugged at his lips. The sight of his deck boy falling head over heels for the mystical maiden tugged at his heart strings. And it brought back memories of her. The woman that had stolen his heart.

She too, was a mermaid, a beautiful mermaid by the name Virginia. But the other merfolk simply called her Pepper. She would visit the captain, back when he and Captain Rogers were co-captaining The Avenger. It was long before the crash. Long before the wreck that had split the crew in two, leaving half of them with Tony and the other half with Steve.

He met with her as often as he could, almost every night. One night, she had joined him on the ship, sacrificing her tail for a temporary pair of human legs. And after that seemingly magical evening, she vanished. He never saw her again. But that had been so long ago. Peter would have only been a glimmer in his parents’ eyes at that time.

Stark shook his head. He half-wanted to warn the boy not to get attached. Their kind never seemed to stick around long. But yet, he couldn’t bring himself to shatter the magic he saw in the boy’s eyes. He sighed. Peter would have to learn that lesson for himself.

***

Back in the cove, you sat at the mirror, combing through your long silky tresses with a shell comb. You hummed a melody to yourself, smiling. You couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. You couldn’t get the human boy out of your mind.

“I know what you’re doing, (Y/N),” one of the older mermaids, Maria stated. Her voice was warm, but firm. She had compassion, but she knew you had to stop doing what you had for the past month. Almost every night, you had snuck off to see Peter. It was too dangerous. What if the rest of the humans found out? What if they tried to take you? She couldn’t lose you. Not after she had already lost…

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“I know you’ve been seeing someone, and I knows he’s not-”

“(Y/N)? There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!” Jemma swam into your chamber with Skye not far behind. “Sorry Maria, but we’re really, really late for class.”

You looked to Maria apologetically before swimming after Jemma and Skye as fast as your tails would carry you. There were no classes today, but there were plenty of shipwrecks to scavenge.

“You saved my fin,” you chuckled.

“We know.” Skye nodded. “Jemma and I might be all right with you spending your nights with a human boy, but Maria? May? They won’t be.”

“I know.” you nodded solemnly. “I can’t hide him forever. But…I don’t know. I…I care about him. A lot.”

“We know. Just be careful.”

“I will be.”

***

“Look what I found~” you sing-songed, surfacing beside the rowboat. Peter jumped, the silence of the night suddenly gone. A smile found his lips easily. You set the sack of metal trinkets in the boat. “Thought you might like them.”

“These are for me?” Peter asked, sifting through the things you had brought him. Compasses, stopwatches, silverware, candle holders, old bracelets and rings. “Where’d you find them?”

“A shipwreck not far from here. This stuff has been down there for nearly a hundred years.”

“This is so cool! Thank you,” he smiled gratefully.

“Will you help me up? Into the boat?” You asked. Peter nodded, gripping your arms and waist and helping you into the small rowboat. You sat with him, closer than you had ever been. Only your fin touched the water.

“There you go,” he smiled, cheeks red. He slipped his hand into yours, his larger fingers, intertwining with yours. “I missed you.”

“It’s been a day, Peter.”

“I still missed you.” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and gave his shoulder a little shove. “Do you…is it possible…” he shook his head. “Nevermind.”

“What?”

“It’s stupid.”

“What?”

“Is it possible for you to…stay? Here? With me?”

“You mean like all the time?”

“Well…yeah…I guess…”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? For me to just swim around the ship all the time, Peter?”

“Well…I meant like…on legs.”

“I’ve never tried. I could look into it. If you like. But…I have a life at the cove too. I can’t just leave forever.”

“I know. Maybe I could come with you? We could take turns.”

“Where did this sudden urge come from Peter? Why do you suddenly want to be attached to my hip?”

“I…I think I realized that I’m in love with you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but I-”

“I love you too.” you offered a soft smile. You wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He held you close, letting out a long breath. His calloused hands pressed against your back as his eyes squeezed shut. He wished he could just stay in this moment forever.

***

Weeks passed. You researched everything you could on mermaid-human transformation, but you came up blank. All of the spells were either extremely dark or undocumented. It was an impossible search. Soon, Maria caught wind of what you were trying to find and pulled you aside for a private conversation.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” she tried again, closing the curtains to the chamber.

“I know you know about Peter.” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “I know it’s not allowed, but…I love him. I’m sorry. I…I can’t control how I feel. I can’t just stop loving him…”

“I know.” she nodded, compassion in her eyes. “There’s…there’s something about your mother that none of us have ever told you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your mother…my best friend, fell in love with one of them. A human. She didn’t care about the rules. And because of it, she died.”

“What are you saying?”

“Your mother died in childbirth. She was a mermaid trying to give birth to…you. You’re…you’re not entirely merfolk. You’re one of them too. What I mean to say is you’re drawn to the human world for a reason.”

“Does that mean I can be one of them?”

“There are legends about those born of earth and of the sea. They say you can change back and forth at will, but it takes a certain motivation. Your heart has to be in it.”

“It is,” you nodded.

“Good.” Maria offered a smile and a warm embrace. Though she was worried, she knew you would be safe. You had to learn for yourself. “Go. Explore.”

***

“Peter!” for the first time ever, in broad daylight, you called to him. He nearly dropped his broom. The others on the ship looked to Natasha, the only woman on board to see if she had called, but she hadn’t. She shook her head. “Peter!”

Peter made his way to the railing of the ship and looked down at you, swimming in the water. Had you gone mad? Coming to him in broad daylight when everyone could see was dangerous to say the least.

“What are you doing here?” he yell-whispered, looking at you with fear in his eyes. Fear of what the others would say, what they would do. Stark stared at you with a look in his eyes that you didn’t recognize. Something silent, reminiscent, something lost in translation. But there was something familiar about you. Something he couldn’t quite place.

“Come here,” you told him, motioning him to come down to the row boat. He did, hopping down with ease. The crew watched in disbelief as he helped you onto the small boat. Your long, heavy green tail dipped into the water slightly.

“What are you-?” he started to ask. Before another word could escape his mouth, you kissed him, pressing your lips to his softly. There was a warm feeling, deep in your stomach. It tingled, pulling and pinching and twisting. And it hurt, but it was a reassuring kind of pain. Then you felt it. You felt your tail slowly begin to split into a pair of legs, feet replacing your fins, and a pair of scaly shorts left around your hips.

You opened your eyes, peeling away from Peter to look down at them. It was bizarre, but it felt so right. Like everything in the universe finally clicked into place.

“How did you-?”

“My dad was a human. I don’t know who he was, but…because of it, I can change back and forth.”

“You’re joking.”

“No. I’m not.” you smiled. Peter helped you stand. You shook, wobbling on the strange appendages. He pulled you to his chest, holding you close for support.

“I’ve got you.” his eyes sparkled like the glittering waves surrounding the great ship. “I’ve got you.”

“Mind…introducing us to your friend, Peter?” First Mate Rhodes asked with a smirk. The others pulled the rowboat up closer to the deck. Peter helped you step onto the wooden surface. You leaned against him, waving shyly at the strangers that surrounded you.

“This is (Y/N).” Peter stated. “She’s uh…a mermaid. Kind of.”

“Kind of.” you repeated with a nod.

“Well…welcome aboard!” Tony motioned to the rest of the ship. He tried to act as though everything was normal, but it was very obvious that something was off. “I…I’m sorry for asking this, and I know it seems off, but was your mother…was her name Virginia? Did she go by Pepper?”

“How did you-?”

“And you said your father is a human, right?”

“Yeah…” you raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer, looking over every miniscule detail of your face. It finally clicked. This was your- “Dad?”

“I think so,” Stark nodded, enveloping you in his arms. He pulled you close. This was why Pepper had left. This is why. His daughter. His child. And she had found her way back to him.

“Nice to meet you…finally…” you whispered. Tears fell from your eyes. Everything seemed to fall into place.

“You too, kid.” Tony nodded. “You too,”

***

And so you learned about the human world from actual humans, alternating between living on the ship and living in the sea. Eventually, you brought your mer-friends to meet Peter and the others and introduce them to your long-lost father.

You and the other mermaids spent months searching, but after a long while, you found the other half of the Avenger’s crew on another boat called the SS Freedom. Pietro and Wanda were finally united, and the team became whole again, welcoming you to their ranks with open arms whenever you wanted to join them on the ship.

Life seemed so strange compared to the way you used to live, but you loved it in every way, thankful for the hand fate had dealt you. As you laid on Peter’s chest, listening to his soft, sleepy breaths, you couldn’t have wished for anything more in life. This was heaven, and you would never, ever get enough of it.

Under the Sea

Requested by Anonymous

Author: Assbutt

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Reader gender: female

Warnings: cussing


“Yeah yeah, I’m hurrying.” You sighed, rolling your eyes while your brothers complained that you needed to hurry in the bathroom. “Just taking a quick bath!” You called and climbed into the tub, your legs feeling weak and numb as you did so. You just checked a minute ago and the water was a fine temperature.

“OH MY GOD!” You shriek, seeing your body change before your eyes. “Sam! Dean!” You scream for them and they bust into the bathroom.

“Y/n! What’s wro- oh my god.” Dean started laughing hysterically and Sam’s jaw just dropped as he tried to fight a smile.

“It’s not funny! What the fuck happened?!” You cursed at them.

“That could be a side affect…” Sam shrugged.

24 HOURS BEFORE

“Wait wait, we have to kill freaking Neptune? Like, King of the sea, Triton, Neptune?” Dean grumbled at Sam around a burger.

Sam grimaced and nodded, looking at you. “Whatcha think, little sis? Can we handle it?”

“Hell yeah, Sammy.” You grinned. “Vengeance for the little mermaid.”

Dean laughed a little, patting your back. “Atta girl.”

You smiled and a bit later you all left the diner, driving to the nearest harbor you could find. Thank god tonight was the full moon and he could be summoned properly.

“This is he weirdest thing we’ve ever done.” You sighed, adjusting the seaweed you wrapped around your head.

“Tell me about it.” Dean looked at you and Sam snapped a picture. “Nice crowns, guys.” He winked and dropped a match into the bowl before dropping it into the ocean.

The water swirled up and he was exactly like you imagined. Merman, beard, trident, and crown. “Yo, Triton!” You called.

“I, am not Triton. He is my lesser counterpart from another sea.” His voice boomed.

“Whatever, anyways, I have an important question.” Dean beckoned him closer.

The figure gravitated towards the three of you and Dean threw the driftwood spear dipped in shark’s blood at him. He dodged it and tossed it back at you. It grazed your leg and you felt a zap before passing out.

You could only assume that everything went fine after that, as you woke up the next morning in a motel room with the boys looking over you.

You hissed in slight pain, shaking your head. “God, what happened?” You groaned.

Sam sighed and frowned slightly, “Neptune knocked you out. Long story short, we killed him and you’re okay.”

“Good. I just… I need to sleep a little longer…” You rolled over and fell back asleep.

PRESENT

“You’re joking. No no no, there is no damn way that Neptune turned me into- into a god damn mermaid!”

Dean snorted, “Cool it, Ariel. We’ll get it fixed.”

“How?! He’s dead and I’m still cursed. How are we going to fix this, Dean?” You frowned.

“Can you breath underwater?” Sam cut in.

“I swear to god…” You started climbing out of the tub.

“Come on, flipper, fight us.” Dean giggled.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Just… Go find a spell or something and let me be.” You failed at stifling a smile. “I’ll be out in awhile.”

“Peace out, Ursula.” Sam snickered as they left the room.

“Ursula’s an octopus!” You yelled through the door and relaxed into the tub.

“Hm. Maybe this won’t be so bad…”