perks of being a mermaid

Tease II

Jack Sparrow

Affection, mild tease, mild flirt

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: “ Hi!  Can I try for a continuation of the Pirates fic with Jack and mermaid reader where she brings him really, really, really, REALLY bizarre stuff from deep within the ocean for each of the twelve days of Christmas? “

Word count: 793

A/N: I know that this isn’t particularly what you requested, but I hope you like the way I wrote it! I just thought that it would be very long to write about these twelve things, so I created it this way. :)

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Can You Teach Me [Part 3]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Scott x Isaac x Liam

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,316

** Hey guys! Hope you’re enjoying it so far! You can find the rest here Part One Part Two**

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      When I wake up in the morning, the sun is creeping across the floor of Stiles’ room. I turn my head, slightly confused as to how I got here when I notice Stiles’ arm flung over my waist and his face buried into the crook of my neck. I stop moving, not wanting to wake him up just quite yet. He looks so peaceful sleeping like this and part of me feels very content to just lay here with him like this in a sense of absolute peace. But another part of me, a quiet whisper in the back of my mind, worries that the allure is already starting to effect him.

     Growing up, my mother always told me that the life of a mermaid is a lonely one. While the aspect of capturing the affections of men is incredibly easy, much of it is due to the allure. Mermaids need a constant level of physical affection to maintain control, and so we were gifted with natural good looks, the basics like blemish free skin, long eyelashes, eyes with vibrant colors, desirable figures regardless of how little we try to maintain them. Along with our looks, we’re gifted with an allure. The allure increased the levels of lust and sexual drive of the men we use it on. More experienced mermaids are able to use their allure on a whim, simply needing to make eye contact. Those inexperienced, like myself, generally need a starting form of physical contact like a kiss. But the allure itself is simply manifested in physical attraction and lust with the side effect of infatuation with absolutely no true emotion behind it. Very few can manage to see past the allure to actually see the mermaid for who she truly is.

     Stiles shifts next to me, pulling me tightly against him, and placing a soft kiss against my cheek. “What time is it?” He mumbles into my hair, his voice deep and rough with sleep, and the sound of it sends a shiver down my spine as I glance up at the clock on his bed side table.

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The Little Mermaid

Anonymous said: Can I request a Kevin one shot where the reader wakes up a mermaid and can’t talk unless she’s in water so Sam and Dean stick her in a tub and she’s given a good singing voice and starts singing and Kevin hears and works on the tablet while keeping her company since the voice lured him and he calls her the little Mermaid but she’s sad about that since she knows the real story is a tragedy and she already thinks she doesn’t have a chance with Kevin?

A/N: wow, this one’s the longest one-shot I’ve written so far and I’m seriously not even gonna comment because I haven’t slept in some 20 something hours so I’m heading to bed for a few (even if it’s seven AM where I live).

Word Count: 2,291

Relationship: Kevin/Reader

Warnings: too tired to think, but I think there’s none.

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You let a deep breath out, rubbing your eyes as you pushed yourself off the bed. You had gotten back from a hunt just yesterday, and today you wanted nothing but a nice, stress-free day, perhaps spending it with a certain prophet.

You walked into the bathroom outside of your room, ready to brush your teeth and go have some breakfast. You turned the lights on and screamed after one look at your reflection. Or well, at least tried to, as all that came out was air and no noise.

There were three gill-like slits on the right and left side of your neck. Panicking, you tried to scream again, but you only managed to make your throat sore. You took a couple of deep breaths, telling yourself to calm down. But you couldn’t help to feel like you had lost one of the most precious things you had; after all, your voice was one of your biggest weapons in the world.

You looked at the unfamiliar parts of your body once more before shakily making your way to the bunker’s kitchen, knowing that Sam and Dean had to be there at this time in the morning. Sure enough, when you entered the room, you found the Winchesters talking and having breakfast.

“Hey (Y/N),” Sam greeted, glancing at you before looking back at his brother, who send a small wave at you. Then they did a double take.

Dean and Sam sprung up, their eyes wide as they rushed to you.

“What the heck happened?” Dean asked as he took in the gashes on your neck. You shook your head and shrugged, not knowing what else to do.

“Wait, can you talk at all?” Sam asked, and you shook your head again. “Great.”

You looked at them hopelessly, hoping they would know what to do, but they looked just as lost as you were. Then you remembered the witch from your previous hunt. Before you had managed to shoot her, she had whispered something that sounded very much like a curse, but hadn’t finished since you pulled the trigger.

Everything clicked into place, and you scrambled around the kitchen, looking for paper and something to write with. You took the notepad from the fridge and wrote the word “witch” with the pen attached to it. You showed it to Sam and Dean, and they realised what was going on.

“You think the witch you were hunting did this?” Dean questioned, and you nodded, knowing that nothing else could’ve caused this. Dean turned to Sam at the same time as you. “Well, what do we do now?”

“You and I are going to research this,” Sam said with a smile as Dean groaned, and then looked at you, turning serious again. “Now, (Y/N), I know this is going to sound weird, but I think the witch tried to turn you into a mermaid and for some reason didn’t do it correctly.”

You smiled sheepishly, making a finger gun and pretending to shoot Dean.

“Oh, right. Well, mermaids can’t talk unless they’re in water, no?” He tried to explain, and you nodded, confused of why he was telling you this. “Then maybe you’ll be able to talk if you’re in water.”

You worked out what he was trying to say, and gave him a look that obviously said, “are you serious?”, while Dean choked a laugh.

“C’mon, you can just try it,” he insisted, and you sighed. After all, he did have a point.

“I can’t wait to see you in a swimsuit,” Dean winked, and you flipped him off as you went to your room to change.

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There was one perk to being a mermaid, you discovered as you swam around in the swimming pool-like tub that the bunker had to offer. You’d always called this part of the bunker the “Perfects’ bathroom” since it looked a lot like the one from Harry Potter.

After putting on your black swimsuit, you had filled the pool-like bath up to the top, a laughter of relief scalping your lips after discovering that you could talk either above or underwater, just as long as you were in it. You assured Dean and Sam that you would be fine, sending them away so that they could figure out how to get you back to normal.

Anyhow, after about twenty minutes of swimming aimlessly in boredom, you decided to try something that you thought of silly at first. You cleared your throat and quietly sang the first verse of “Let It Be,” ashamed that you would sound ridiculous. For that reason, you were pleasantly surprised when you heard how good your voice actually was.

A few minutes had passed since your newly-found talent, and since then, your volume had gone from a low sound to echoing off the walls of the bathroom. You were about to finish your favorite song when the door creaked open, and your cheeks turned red as you saw Kevin peeking his head inside.
“(Y/N), that was you?” He asked in awe, and you smiled.

“Why so surprised?” You teased, raising an eyebrow. Kevin laughed, filling your heart with joy since he didn’t do that very much now days. “Did Sam and Dean filled you in on my mermaid problem?”

“Just now, actually,” Kevin said. “I was going to bring you something from the kitchen when I heard you. I assume you haven’t eaten anything?”

“Nope,” you replied. You had considered calling one of the Winchesters for food when you realised that they probably wouldn’t hear you. “I’m starving, to be honest. And I wouldn’t mind some company either,” you added with a wink.

This had been going on for a while now; you flirting with Kevin and him doing the same. On a few occasions you had thrown in a but slap as he left the room, earning you a kiss on the cheek the next time he saw you and making you all flustered. And you knew he was getting off with it, because there was no way in heaven, hell, or purgatory that Kevin liked you.

Kevin left and returned in about ten minutes, carrying a bowl of your favorite cereal and the angel tablet along with some of his notes. You took the cereal gratefully, and climbed out of the bath, not noticing how Kevin’s cheeks turned red when he saw you in your swimsuit and how he looked anywhere else but at you. You didn’t take long to finish your breakfast, sighing happily as you put down the empty bowl.

Even though you were now part mermaid, you didn’t want to risk getting a cramp or something worse since you had just eaten. You half-heartedly dried yourself and sat next to Kevin. Neither of you said anything—you obviously couldn’t— but the silence was not tense or awkward, it was just comfortable.

You glanced at Kevin’s watch for the fifth time before hopping into the pool-like bath once more. You submerged your whole body, feeling content to be in the water. You then surfaced to find Kevin giving you a fake-mad look.

“What?” You asked innocently, pretending to ignore his wet shirt. Kevin rolled his eyes, but you could tell that he was trying to hide his smile. You grinned widely, causing him to give up and copy your expression.

You swam slowly, still a bit hesitant to do much movement. You played with the water as you hummed quietly, only to find Kevin staring at you.

“Do I have something on my face?” You asked with a small smirk, breaking Kevin out of his stupor.

“No, just…I-I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head. You started to hum again, watching as Kevin’s eyes flickered to you before returning to the tablet. Testing out your theory, you swam around, singing rather quietly, but still loud enough for the prophet to hear you. In a matter of seconds, his attention was drawn from the tablet to you.

“Am I distracting you, Kevin?” You singed, and had to resist a laugh when Kevin barely managed to nod. You stopped singing and watched Kevin come back to reality, blushing when he realised he was staring at you.

“This is so unfair, (Y/N),” he muttered, looking at his notes and pretending to organise them. You giggled, enjoying your mermaid magic. “You go on a hunt alone and return as the ‘Little Mermaid.’”

“Hey, I ganked the witch didn’t I?” You pouted, but then smiled. “I think I’ll keep the nickname, though. Just as long as you’re Eric.”

“Sure, Ariel,” Kevin replied, the corners of his mouth perking up.

You saw him return to his task of translating the tablet before submerging your head underwater. Breathing through gills was quite strange, and you had to remind yourself not to breathe through your nose, but it was very relaxing, and gave you a lot of time to think.

You knew the story of the Little Mermaid, and you knew the real story of the Little Mermaid. The one in which the Little Mermaid never really got the love of her life and instead flung herself to the sea after the prince had married someone else. Of course, she became a spirit and all of that, maybe one day raising to Heaven, but apart from that, you felt very much like her.

For all you knew, Kevin would meet an amazing girl after all of this was over, get married, have some kids, and live the life every person dreamed of. But not with you. You knew that you loved Kevin, you’d known it for a while now, and you knew that he didn’t feel the same way about you. There just wasn’t a chance that you wouldn’t get your heart broken in this situation.

Your mood changed from happy to somber with these thoughts, and you only emerged from the water when you heard Sam’s voice calling you. He was holding a small vial filled with a black liquid, and you made a face when he offered it to you.

“C’mon, (Y/N), it’s safe, and should get you back to normal,” he said. Him and Kevin looked a bit amused by your childish behaviour. You sighted and took the vial a bit reluctantly.

“You sure it’s safe?” You asked, looking at the small bottle with suspicion. Sam nodded, and you put the vial to your lips, throwing back your head and downing the contents before your tongue was able to register their taste. You felt the sides of your neck burn up, and as you brought your hands where the heat was, you felt the gills close.

You breathed a sigh of relief and got out of the bath tub, wrapping a towel around your upper body and another one on your head.

“Gentlemen,” you said to Sam and Kevin as you exited the bathroom, still down from your previous thoughts.

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You spent, the whole day in your room, not going out unless it was for food. You knew it was pointless to wallow yourself in self-pity, but after realising that Kevin could probably get out off this whole mess and never need you again, you allowed yourself a day off.

Someone knocked at your door, and you lifted your head from one of your pillows.

“Come in,” you said miserably before putting your head back on the pillow, thinking it was probably just Dean or Sam.

“(Y/N)?” Kevin asked, and your head snapped up, causing your neck to hurt and for you to return the pillow with a groan. You heard Kevin rushing to you after closing the door. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He sat next you, and you felt his hand resting on your back, causing your cheeks to heat up. You lifted your head more carefully this time and then turned your body around, holding your legs close to you as you curled up into a ball, resting your back on the headboard.

“Nothing,” you lied, hiding your face in with your legs.

“Uh huh, and that’s why you haven’t come out of your room since six,” Kevin said, and you looked at the alarm clock on your nightstand, surprised when the digits changed to a perfect 10:00 P.M. “(Y/N), I know you better than I know anybody else. Please, just talk to me.”

You looked at Kevin, taking in his tired eyes, the bags under them, and the way his hair stuck up at odd angles. And even if he looked like hell, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was your Kevin, and you wouldn’t change him for anybody else.

“That’s the thing, Kev,” you whispered softly, his eyes locking with yours. “I can’t talk to you, because my problem is you.” Kevin looked confused, and you took his hand. “Kevin, when all of this is over you could start again. Build a life, meet that special someone. And I’m jealous of that because, well, because I…I love you, Ke-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence however, as Kevin’s lips crashed into yours, silencing you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him while you ran your hands through his hair and snaking your legs around his lower torso. You only pulled away when your need for air was too great. Kevin rested his forehead against yours, and you felt his hot breath tickling your face.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you giggled as Kevin smiled apologetically. “I love you, Kevin Tran.”

“And I love you, (Y/F/N),” Kevin whispered before he pulled you in for another kiss, his eyes shining brightly.

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01. i’ll make a man out of you - mulan // 02. seasons of love - cast of RENT // 03. young and beautiful - lana del rey // 04.come on eileen - dexy’s midnight runners // 05. cool rider - michelle pfeiffer // 06. summer nights - john travolta & olivia newton-john // 07. i see fire - ed sheeran // 08. score tonight - the pink ladies & the t-birds // 09. under the sea - samuel e. wright // 10. holding out for a hero - bonnie tyler // 11. you’re the one that i want - john travolta & olivia newton-john // 12. let it go - idina menzel // 13. part of your world - jodi benson // 14. poor unfortunate souls - ariel and ursula // 15. express - christina aguilera // 16. who’s that guy? - cast of grease 2 // 17. kiss the girl - samuel e. wright // 18. out tonight - rent // 19. popular - kristin chenoweth // 20. a little party never killed nobody (all we got) - fergie, q-tip, & goonrock // 21. everybody wants to rule the world - lorde // 22. greased ligntnin’ - grease // 23. obsession - sky ferreira // 24. reproduction - grease 2 cast // 25. eyes on fire - blue foundation // 26. show me how you burlesque - christina aguilera // 27. another day - rent cast // 28. hakuna matata - the lion king // 28. mirror - ellie goulding // 29. what dreams are made of - hilary duff // 30. flightless bird, american mouth - iron & wine // 31. rock-a-hula-luau (summer is coming) - grease 2 cast // 32. heroes - david bowie // 33. a thousand years pt 2. - christina perri feat. steve kazee // 34. hey mickey - toni basil // 35. young and beautiful (dh orchestral version) - lana del rey // 36. finale b - rent cast // 37. footloose - kenny loggins

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Preference #5

~The Supernatural~

Scott (Mermaid):

The water pulsed rhythmically under my fingertips as I sank even further into the pool. When I had dipped my toes into the calming blue I never planned to actually go for a swim; this certainly wasn’t the time for that, but as soon as I felt the familiar sensation of water lapping against my skin I knew I was a goner.

How can I explain it? Its like…a call. Like the water had a voice and was calling out to me in a voice I couldn’t resist. It was my home calling out to me to come back.

Before I knew it I was waist deep in and the transformation had begun. Scale by scale my deep violet tail began to appear, quickly covering the pair of human legs I had been forced to use to conceal my identity. We were a dying breed and for as long as I could remember my mother had drilled into me the precautions we needed to take to avoid being seen in our full-fledged mermaid form. If that happened we would become like lab rats, put in aquariums and made to swim for the pleasure of humans. 

But despite all that I felt myself lose control. What harm could a quick swim do? After all I was completely alone in the house and if anyone wanted to come in they would knock, right? “Just a quick dip,” I assured myself already smiling. It had been so long since I last swam.

Pulling my shirt over my head I threw it to the side and my bra soon followed. I plunged in so that my entire body was submerged. Immediately, the effects of the water were showing. My vision was a hundred times better and I could see every little crack in the walls and floor. I finally felt comfortable in my own skin and looking back I saw my tail beating up and down and creating tremendous waves. 

I felt so free.

Smiling widely, and just for the fun of it, I opened my mouth and let out a flurry of bubbles. Breathing underwater was another perk of being a mermaid. Looking around I ached for the presence of other wildlife. How long had it been since I had swum with the gentle tiger fish in the open waters? I missed the company.

My copper hair floated lazily and I watched its motion as the water pushed it back and forth. All too soon my happiness left me. I was alone. It didn’t matter if I was reunited with the element that gave me life if I had no one else to enjoy it with.

Sighing, I swam to the edge and pushed myself up using my forearms, leaving my chin resting on the gravelly edge and my tail flapping absent-mindedly behind me. A dull feeling washed over my limbs and my heart dampened a little as I thought about how little of our kind were left.

That’s when I heard a shout from across the tall hedge surrounding our house. “Y/N! You in there?” No, no, no. Not Scott. He was going to find out. He was going to find out in the worst way possible. 

“Shit.” My mumbled curse did not go unnoticed. Damn that werewolf hearing.

“Oh you’re by the pool? OK, I’ll climb over. Listen, Derek just told me something and I think you should hear-”

Silence. The thump his feet had made as he landed over the hedge resounded in the air and I gulped. His eyes went wide. Slowly, he walked towards me and crouched down with one knee on the floor his gaze marvelling at my tail. Oh God, what would happen now?

“Is that a tail?” He finally choked out. Licking my lips I nodded and slipped back into the water, but even that couldn’t soothe my nerves. The safety of my entire species resided in Scott. And whose fault was that? Oh yeah, mine.

“Scott you can’t tell anyone about this. Please.”

“Wait, why not? I mean why can’t I tell our friends. Stiles, Allison, don’t they deserve to know?” I could tell he was getting riled up so I quickly placed a hand on his arm.

“Scott, its not a matter of friends. I trust you, of course I do, and I trust them too. With my life. But this…this isn’t just about me. This is a secret closely guarded by a few hundred; the more people know the more we’re at risk.”

“We as in,” he breathed out and paused nervously, “Mermaids?”

“Yeah. So please understand that you can’t tell anyone else.”

He cleared his throat nodding furtively. “OK, alright. I promise. Y/N, can I…can I touch it?” 

I gave a resigned sigh still trying to process the fact that Scott of all people knew my secret. And although he hadn’t mentioned anything about it yet, I knew at some point we would have to talk about the fact that I had been in a relationship with him for a little over half a year and I hadn’t even hinted at the fact that I wasn’t human. What would this mean for us? “Sure. You’ll have to get in though. As soon as I leave the water it disappears.” Not even bothering to take his clothes off he lowered himself into the pool and I steeled my nerves resisting the urge to back away like a frightened animal.

This is Scott. Your boyfriend Scott. Y/N, you can trust him, I thought trying to calm myself. 

His black shirt pooled around him as he edged forward. Suddenly he stopped and looked down abashedly. “Are you not wearing a shirt?” I looked down and realised with a start that he was right, the only thing covering my torso was my soaking wet hair that was plastered to my skin. I blushed and looked away. Its not like I had been expecting company…

I grumbled trying to hide my embarrassment. “Yeah well, its nothing you haven’t seen before.” He chuckled at that and placed a soft kiss on my cheek stroking my hair with the pad of his thumb effectively relieving the situation of its previous tension.

Before I could get a chance to regain my composure Scott was standing directly in front of me so that our bodies were mere inches away; more importantly his other hand had snaked to my waist and he was gazing at it in wonder. He ran his fingers over the glistening scales and looked back up at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N. You are so perfect.” I could barely hear him over the beating of my heart.

Derek (Siren):

Derek’s POV:

I growled as I caught sight of her entering the loft. For goodness sake the girl wasn’t even dancing; as the party raged around her she simply swayed from side to side with a tacky red plastic cup in her hands. It wasn’t even sexy. She wasn’t even sexy. She was just another teenager.

So why the fuck couldn’t I get a grip on myself? And why did I, and every other guy in the room, want to get my hands all over her lithe body? To run my hands through her hair and hold her hips so that they moved against mine? To make her scream my name all night-

No! This was getting ridiculous. Something had to be going on, there was no other explanation for the way I felt about her. Gritting my teeth I crushed the cup in my hand and threw it aside sauntering towards her. 

As soon as she saw me her face lit up with the usual cheesy grin and she opened her mouth only to close it when my hand closed around her forearm. “Come with me,” I said gruffly doubting she could even hear me over this loud music.

Sure enough she furrowed her brows in that childish way and pointed to her ears. Not bothering to repeat myself I dragged her away from the dance floor roughly and didn’t let go until we were safely outside on the balcony. Why did I ever let Scott throw this stupid party?

“Derek, you’re hurting me.” Huh? I snatched my hands away from her and saw that I had indeed left purple and blue marks on her arm. 

“Sorry,” I said clearing my throat and trying to distance myself from her by walking over to the rail. But just as I felt a little more comfortable I could hear her feet padding towards me.

“What’s wrong?” The charms on her bracelet made clinking noises as she placed her hand on top of mine on the rusty railing. The contact scalded my skin; as if she was a dancing flame that I had foolishly got too close to.

Glaring at her dainty fingers I chewed the inside of my mouth not liking the feelings that bubbled within me. “I have a girlfriend. I have Jennifer and I love her.” A guilty expression flitted across her face for a second, but it was long enough that I saw it. However she quickly masked it with one of confusion. No way was she going to fool me. She knew something and I was going to make her tell me.

“Why are you telling me all of this?” Licking my bottom lip I clutched at her hand. Hard. She let out a surprised yelp and looked at me in horror. “Derek, what the hell?” She tugged and tugged trying to get out of my grasp, but I wouldn’t let her.

“Drop the act Y/N. I should be asking you that. What exactly are you playing at? I don’t know why and I don’t know how, but you’re doing something thats driving me crazy. And I have a fucking girlfriend so stop. Stop this right now.” With my last words I felt the alpha inside me stir with anger and I squeezed her hand even harder until she cried out in pain and I realised that my claws had emerged and were currently digging into her flesh. 

Blood poured down her arm in rivulets…and thats when it clicked.

How could I not have seen this before?

Y/N and I had never been that close; she was just another one of Scott’s friends. An immature teenager who wasn’t even that much of a help and had never fully been a part of our little group. She always put her studies first and for a reason that only now became clear only helped with the planning of our missions but never with the executing. That would explain why I had never figured out the truth before; if she had ever fought with us she would have no doubt suffered injuries and would have bled for all to see. For so long she had managed to deceive us all, but then again isn’t that what creatures like her were best at? 

I huffed still in shock that I had not seen the signs before. “It all makes sense now.” She looked at me in fear, and rightly so. I knew her secret. As she nursed her hand against her chest the golden liquid ran down her creamy white skin and glistened under the moonlight, marking her for what she truly was.

“A siren. A siren in Beacon Hills; of all the creatures. A damn siren.”

“Derek please. It’s still me. Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of monster! I’m still Y/N!”

I snarled, my lips curling as I fought to stop myself from ripping her throat out. Some kind of monster? She was a monster. The worst kind. Seduction was like second nature to her and with the artful use of her body she could get anyone to do anything. The thought terrified me. “Derek! Please! If I was going to use my powers against you, don’t you think I would have done it by now? You must see reason!”

“Do you take me for an idiot? Obviously you want something and you’re willing to wait for it. I can’t believe I ever trusted you and I’m going right now to warn the rest. You better count your days siren and if I were you I would get the hell out of here.” With that I stormed off, hating the fact that the filthy creature’s scent of sage and lavender was still on my mind.

Isaac (Angel):

I felt like a bird trapped in its cage. The bookstore that Isaac had asked to meet me in was a small, rustic little thing tucked away in the quieter side of town. Away from the bars and clubs and near the retirement home and quaint cafés. Why did I feel uncomfortable? Because lately Isaac had been acting extremely strange. Sometimes when I would look up from my desk in History I would see him gazing at me intently. And I know, I know he was my boyfriend so I was probably just being paranoid but it wasn’t the kind of love-struck look I had grown accustomed to but one that was scrutinising and curious. 

Not only that, but we barely saw each other outside of school these days and the conversations we had were dry and Isaac never seemed totally present. It all started a week ago and I didn’t know how much longer I could put up with his odd behavior. This calm setting worried me because…well because I was terrified that he had brought me here to break up with me.

It makes sense doesn’t it? He doesn’t want to do it over text or phone because he is after all a gentleman, he doesn’t want to do it in school or some other crowded place for fear that someone we know will hear and spread it around, so he brought me here. A secluded place with only five or six other customers milling about. I couldn’t bear the thought of life without Isaac and I shuddered with nerves when I heard the wind chimes announce the arrival of a new customer.

It was him. It was Isaac.

When he saw me his lips curved into an uncertain smile that I mirrored it as he languidly walked over to where I was. “Hey Y/N.” He seemed so confident and that only made me feel worse. So was he glad to be getting rid of me or something?

“Hey. Why did you ask me to come here? Of all the places,” I said trying to sound like I was joking.

His disconcerting eyes studied me for a moment before gently taking my hand in his. “Come with me.” Speechless, I followed him to an isolated corner and watched as he slid a book out of its place. Why couldn’t he just break my heart and get it over with? Did he have to read to me first too? Probably some sappy quote about moving on.

“Isaac what are you-”

“Angel.” The book was propped open and light flooded through the windows illuminating the pages as he drank in my appearance; eyes bugging out of my sockets and slack jaw. He cleared his throat. “Angel, noun. A spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.”

Thats when I actually took the time to read the title of the book and I found myself physically struggling to breath. “Angels: The Facts, The Myths, and How to Recognize One.” 

Looking casual, as if this was something he did everyday, Isaac flipped a couple pages and began reading again. “Angels are one of the hardest creatures to identify. The most necessary tool is belief. There are many who would say that Angels are a thing of bibles and children’s books, but you must believe the truth which is that they walk among us. Taking care of us and doing their job. As for the tell-tale signs, they are extremely subtle. A strong spiritual connection is usually the biggest clue. This does not mean they simply pray often, but rather that in their prayers they speak as if they know God personally and you can sometimes hear them telling him of how they are faring on mortal earth and reporting back to him how well they are doing with the certain humans they were assigned to help.”

“Isaac I….” When I trailed off at a loss for words, Isaac continued.

“Angels offer their guidance in whatever form God deems fit. Sometimes as a relative, sometimes as a friend, sometimes as a mentor, sometimes as a mother or father figure, and sometimes as a romantic interest. However in the end, whatever shape they take, their soul purpose is to make you grow as a person. Has one of your loved ones demonstrated this? Have you had the feeling that sometimes they are reckless and care more about your life than there’s? Are they always there for you regardless of their own problems? To the point where they are attached to you pretty much 24/7? If your answer is yes to these questions I would say you have an Angel watching over you.”

Finally, Isaac closed the book and put it back on the shelf licking his lips. “When did you first start to have your suspicions?” I asked gingerly.

He pulled me to him and gathered me in his strong arms, encasing me so that his face loomed directly above me as my head rested against his chest. “A week ago. When I came to your house for our study date I walked in on you praying. You sounded weird, and seemed panicked when you saw me so I pretended that I didn’t notice anything. Now I know why you were scared. Anyway, I’ve been researching this stuff ever since.” At this point he let out a short laugh and I worried for I didn’t know what to make of it.

“I used to always say this weird thing when Derek asked me about you. I’d say that you were like my guardian angel,” he said moving closer so that the tips of our noses rubbed against each other, “I never could have guessed how true that was.”

I couldn’t help the tears that welled up in my eyes. “I can’t deny anything you’ve said. So now you know. What does this mean for us?”

To answer me he swooped down and pressed his lips to mine. Not in a hungry or urgent way, but as if we had all the time in the world and he wanted to savour me for eternity.

Stiles (Nymph):

Stiles’ POV:

“Come on!”

Y/N’s voice was playful and childish and the laughter that followed her words was like the ringing of bells. When I finally caught up to her I was just in time to see her flop onto her back on the lime green grass. Meadows stretched for miles around us and we were the only two humans in sight.

I took a seat next to her and flicked away the specks of mud that clung to the hem of her ankle-length skirt. “Its so sunny today. Stiles this has got to be the best weather ever!” She sighed and stroked the grass as if lost in a trance.

I agreed with her wholeheartedly, but decided to tease her anyways. “Oh really? How about snow, hm? I think thats way better than this. I mean snow ball fights, having an excuse to drink hot chocolate everyday, whats not to like?”

She gasped and grabbed my hands in hers startling me. The feelings for her that I had managed to keep sedated for this long soared. “Stiles how can you say that?! Don’t you feel how warm my hands are? And don’t you love how you can lie here all day, close your eyes, and still feel the sun? Snow is bleak and dreary and winter as a whole has got to be the most gloomy time of the years.” Her pink lips puckered in an adorable pout and I laughed.

“Relax Y/N, I’m just kidding,” I said patting her hand, but she pulled away scowling and huffed indignantly before getting up and skipping down the small hill that was more like a speed bump than anything. Her nude ballet flats lay discarded in my Jeep and I snickered at her feet where the fresh mud had made blades of grass stick to her skin. “Wait up!”

When I finally caught up to her I tackled her in a hug and received her usual heart-warming smile that told me all was forgiven; she was so predictable like that. What I did not see coming, however, was that she would lose her balance completely and fall over bringing me down with her.

We landed in a tangled heap; the only thing keeping me from crushing her small figure were my forearms that held me aloft by pressing into the earth. Her breathing came out in pants and fanned my face as I stared at her in shock. Or maybe I should say stared at what lay beneath her.

A dozen or so blush pink chrysanthemums that had definitely not been there before had sprung to life on the grassy meadow. They were all cluttered together and in the exact place where Y/N’s head was; they had cushioned her fall. How is that even possible?

Bewildered, I slowly let go of Y/N’s waist and sat myself down. She must have seen the direction of my gaze because she turned around in confusion and then ceased all motion when she saw what I had seen. I could see it in her eyes, she knew something I didn’t. “Y/N? What…” I plucked up one of the chrysanthemums, “What exactly is this?”

She fidgeted under my stare but did not give me an answer. The wheels in my brain immediately began turning, if she wouldn’t tell me then I guess I’ll just have to piece it together myself. Alright Stiles, think. This must have something to do with nature and some sort of connection that Y/N had with it. The first thought that popped into my head was that she was Mother Earth. Thanks a lot brain, you’re being really useful today.

OK, what are the other possibilities? What kind of person would nature want to protect? Maybe someone who was kind to it? No, that couldn’t be all. What on earth-

“Leimakid.” I looked up to see Y/N avoiding my eyes and instead playing with the soft flowers. The way she said the word was as if it was something more precious than all the treasures in the world. Too bad I didn’t know what it meant. 

“Care to elaborate?”

“A leimakid is a nymph of the meadows.”

“Nymphs like in Greek mythology? As in like those Percy Jacksons books you’re always talking about?” She nodded looking somber, even the sunbeams that shined down on her could not make her smile.

So she was a nymph. Sometimes the way she would move so gracefully made me conjure wild fantasies about her not even being human. She was too beautiful. Too ethereal in her appearance. But never did I think I would be right. 

Realizing that now was not the time for questions but rather the time to comfort Y/N, I chucked her under the chin. “So meadow-girl, want to race me back to the jeep?” A soft chuckle escaped her lips and there it was.

Her gorgeous smile.

“You’re a good guy Stiles,” she said handing me a single flower. I accepted it hoping I wasn’t blushing. “A really good guy.”

Then she did the unthinkable; she stood up bringing me along with her and placed a kiss on my cheek. Her lip gloss left that part of my skin feeling a little sticky, but that was fine with me. “On three?” She asked grinning mischievously.

“Yeah, sure.”

Needless to say, she won. By cheating that is. Was it not clear that impromptu piggy-back rides were not allowed in races?

(A/N: So this request was for a preference in which they find out the reader is not human. I did a ton of research for this and added in my own bits like the blood and the flowers. I also tried to make each one different, so they weren’t all fluffy. My favorite was the Stiles one. How about you? Shoot me a message and let me know!)

Mini-Me // Pack Imagine

REQUEST:  “whose that” “really liam, thats lydia, ya know one of your best friends?” “no stiles the girl behind her” “thats lyd– mini lydia?” (reader looks and acts similar to lydia, she’s a freshman and very sassy, also, may or may not be a mermaid, you decide) 

You didn’t specify who you wanted the imagine to be about so I just kinda did a pack imagine cause I didn’t know how to write it in a way that would make it a Liam imagine or someone else but if you really want it to be a specific person, I can make a part 2

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You were standing outside your new school on the first day of your freshmen year which happened to be in the middle of first semester. You brushed off any last minute nerves you had and flipped you hair over your shoulder. You walked over to your locker and put in your combination. Once it was in, you put in your bag and took out a lipgloss you’d stashed in their earlier. You applied some and looked at yourself in the mirror hanging on the locker door. You could see a girl staring at you and she quickly dropped her gaze. You slowly turned to look at her and you were a bit surprised when you saw her. She had the same hair color as you, and it fell in waves down her back just like yours. One of the only differences between you two was that your eyes were deep blue while hers were more of a hazel.

“I like your shoes a lot,” She said. You looked down at your feet to remember what you’d thrown on that morning. They were a pair of high heeled boots that were the only pair of shoes that matched your dress.

“Thanks,” You smiled brightly. You looked over her outfit to find something to compliment her on. When you stopped on her shoes, you gasped. They were the most beautiful pair of heels you had ever seen.

“Your shoes are amazing,” You gushed.

“Thanks, I’m Lydia,” She offered you her hand.

“Y/N,” You said and shook her hand. She gave you a smile and turned back to her locker. You did the same, pulling out your phone.

You could feel someone’s gaze burning holes into your head so you turned around to see if you could see anyone looking at you. When you didn’t see anyone, you decided that using your hearing was probably a better option. Being a mermaid really had its perks and better than average hearing was one of them.

“Who’s that?” You picked up on a certain conversation. You continued to listen even though you knew you shouldn’t be listening.

“Really Liam?” Another voice asked. “That’s Lydia, ya know one of your best friends?” They were talking about the girl next to you so maybe they were the ones staring at you.

“No Stiles the girl behind her.” They were definitely talking about you. You self-consciously pulled your hair over your shoulder and fidgeted with the ring on your finger.

“That’s Lyd- mini Lydia?” Yep, definitely talking about you. While you couldn’t deny the similarities between you and Lydia, there was definitely something off about her.

“Oh wait, here comes Lydia. Let’s just ask her.” One of the boys said. You noticed that Lydia was gone. You took a quick glance around and saw Lydia walking up to two boys. One of them was tall and very attractive. The other one was shorter and now had his back to you so you couldn’t see him.

You decided that you needed to stop listening to their conversation. You texted your best friend back home about how you were joining the swim team here and how much you missed your old team. She was the only one who knew about you being a mermaid so you used her as your support system for everything. She was the only person who knew you really. She was actually the one who figured out that you would only have a tail in salt water and not in chlorine water when you went to her crying about how you had to quit the swim team. Needless to say, you stayed on the team and only improved due to your new affinity for water.

“Hey Y/N,” Lydia said, scaring you. You jumped slightly and looked over to your side to see her standing there with the two boys from before. Now that you could see them up close, they were both very very very attractive.

“Um, hi Lydia,” You said and licked your lips, something you did when you were nervous.

“These are my friends Liam and Stiles.” Lydia gestured to the two who had been talking about you. You gave them a tight lipped smile.

“So, are you new?” Liam asked.

“Was the fact that you’ve never seen me before a dead giveaway?” You said sarcastically. Liam blushed and looked down at his shoes while Lydia just laughed.

“So, Y/N, are you going to play any sports? Sports are a big deal around here.” Lydia said with a roll of her eyes. It had been the same at your old school, football and cheerleading were the be all end all.

“I’m joining the swim team.” You said. The tall one kept looking between you and Lydia and you knew it was because you looked similar. It was kinda creepy.

“Look, I already forget your name sorry, but I know Lydia and I look similar but if you don’t close your mouth, you’re gonna catch flies.” You said. He immediately closed his mouth.

“I like you.” Lydia said and put an arm around you. “Let me go introduce you to people.”

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Later, at lunch, Lydia dragged you to go sit with her friends. When you two sat down, the others were engrossed in talking.

“Oh hey, are you guys talking about the beach this weekend?” Lydia asked. Stiles, whose name you now remembered, nodded. “We should bring Y/N.”

“Oh no, I really don’t like the beach.” You shook your head. You couldn’t go to the beach; it was too risky with the salt water.

“You’re a swimmer but you don’t like the beach?” Liam asked. You shook your head again.

“Uh, no, I don’t like the sand.” You said and took a bite of your apple slice to stop the conversation. You heard him whispering to Scott.

“I heard her heartbeat pick up. She’s lying.” Liam said. You almost choked on your apple. How could he hear your heartbeat? You started coughing and took a gulp of water. You looked up to see the whole table looking at you.

“You okay?” Lydia asked. You nodded and stood up.

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” You said and walked away. You could still hear the conversation when you were standing outside the door.

“Do you think she’s like us?’ Liam asked. You heard someone mutter something that you couldn’t pick up.

“No, I would’ve been able to smell if she was a werewolf. She’s something else.” Scott said. You felt your heartrate pick up. They were wolves? You had never met anyone supernatural.

“I still think it’s weird that she looks like Lydia.” Stiles piped up.

“I like her. She’s like my little mini-me.” Lydia said fondly. You smiled at that comment. You were so happy you made a friend on your first day even if she was older than you. “Let’s keep her around.”

Home In The Waves. (Mermaid!AU)

“Here fishy, fishy, fishy. It’s your favourite human.”

“Just because I like humans doesn’t mean I like you in particular and one of these day, it will not be me that comes to greet you.” You hissed, voice soothing him as he leaned back against one of the rocks by the shore. He grinned at you, infuriatingly and breathtakingly beautiful. That was a feat because you didn’t technically ‘breathe’. “What are you doing here?”

“Always so nice.” He paused and you knew what he wanted even if he was too proud to ask for it. You didn’t believe the best way to teach men it was alright to show emotion when all their life they were taught to ‘man up’ was to force them to so holding out your hand, you let him pull you to his side gently. Your tail sparkled nicely, catching the sunlight from one of the cracks in the cave walls and reflecting like a sunrise on the walls. He sighed, watching the colours as if they were a captivating dance routine.

“Rough day?” You situated yourself against rocks that dug uncomfortably into your back but pulled his head to your already dry and soft skin. Perks of being a mermaid.

“Yeah.” He curled up against you as you ran your fingers through blue hair that matched the hues of your tail, smiling as you could remember him explaining sheepishly why he had dyed it that colour, the stumbles of comfort, serenity and how he wanted to feel it even when he couldn’t come see you. The shock of seeing hair that had once been the colour of the sun dyed a forest green startled him to tears when you explained that eyes of emerald green were your serenity.

“You?”

“You’re here so I do not have anything to complain about.” He reveled in the moment of sincerity that passed between you two. It had been an unlikely and dangerous friendship. Mermaids were forbidden from interacting with humans after the attempts humans made to capture your kind when they had first found out about you. Then an accord was written and signed by leaders of both species, you could exist peacefully if you would not interact with humans and vice versa.

But Michael and you formed your friendship before the accord, back when you were small and curious about the legged creatures and the boy with the kindest smile and biggest eyes was more than happy to explain. While both kinds feared the other, you didn’t find anything wrong with humans, not even Michael’s weird bandmates.

“We go on tour soon.” You nodded, knowing he did not want to leave you but you had an entire ocean to explore and he had the world so you were both busy.

“I know.”

“I wish you could come with us.” You tensed, his head shooting up from your chest at the action he had never felt from you before. You were usually good, hiding your emotions was something you had been taught at a young age.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He worried, “Did I do something?” He made a motion to your tail that he’d been stroking and you had not noticed, the feeling familiar.

“No, no. I just,” Taking the breathe of air you didn’t need, you bit your lip and looked up at him through your green tendrils of hair. “What if I could?” He didn’t say anything, holding his breath like he would say something stupid if he didn’t control himself.

“How?” He finally whispered, not wanting to get excited if it wouldn’t be possible for you to swim that far, you complained about it before, the mermaid accords that didn’t have anything to do with humans and everything to do with the different mermaid ‘clans’.

“I’m turning 18, and you know how I told you my mother is a special mermaid?”

“More special than being half-fish.” He continued the familiar words, that was the only secret that you had kept from him but he couldn’t complain, he had one too.

“Yes.”

“So?”

You paused, questioning whether or not you should tell him when you hadn’t even decided if you wanted to go.

Who were you kidding? You didn’t have think about it, you had always been intrigued with the humans and their places so you did the adult thing and blurted it out all at once.

“My mother can shift, when her tail is dry she has legs and when she is wet, she’s a mermaid.” You rushed, his mind flashing to the show he had ignored when he was younger because he knew an actual mermaid, he didn’t need shows. It was called H2O or something and he could not believe what he was hearing.

“And when you turn 18-.”

“My brother got the trait of my father, strength in leading and hunting, so I-.”

“Get legs.”

Mermaid traits were passed on to the offspring but it was more specific. Your father was the leader of your ‘clan’ of mermaids so he was a strong leader with hunting skills that were rivaled only by your older brother. Since he got traits (or the special skill each of the mermaids has) of your father, you would have to have your mothers because of nature’s balance.

“I get legs.” You repeated and if he could have picked you up and spun you around he would have but that tail weighed a ton.

So he settled for something he never thought he could do, his lips pressing to yours as you finished telling him the only secret you had and he told you his by kissing you like his heart depended on it.

“Michael.” Your voice was nothing but a ghost of a whisper as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Come with us.” You nodded, not having control of yourself enough to speak without sobbing. “We’ll have so much fun and you will get to have some of the best food and I love you so much, did you know that?”  He was speaking faster than you could swim a mile (so very, very fast) and you could barely keep up with his words.

“Michael.” You cut him off but not with malice. His eyes that had yet to leave yours refocused and he gave you a lopsided smile.

“Yeah?”
“I love you too but you are sitting on my tail.” He blushed, moving his leg as you were suddenly aware of the time.

“Don’t want to dry out.” You couldn’t wait to not have to worry about that anymore. You slipped back into calm and gentle waves, the feeling rejuvenating as he laid on his stomach by the oasis in the cave and you rested your head against your arms, ready for a night talking about all the things you would do.

The green of his eyes were lit up like the first time you met him, drawing you in more than any wave ever had and you knew that you would go anywhere with this boy even if you weren’t so sure about this whole ‘pizza’ thing.

I have no idea where this came from or if it’s any good, it’s kind of rushed. Anyway, I had an idea and this is what came from it so thank you for requesting! Much Love. :)

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