When Prince James is found on the shore, days after he was believed to have died in a shipwreck, it was called a miracle. But he knew it was no miracle. It was her; brilliant green eyes, berry-coloured hair and the scales of a vivid green tail. A mermaid. | Little Mermaid AU using parts of the original plot by Hans Christian Andersen (rather than Disney’s version).
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Chapter 5: Fish Out of Water
“Peter for Godric’s sake have some patience,” a second voice
“But she’s so boring.”
“She was in a shipwreck! Get your priorities in order.”
Her eyes remained closed, but as she listened to the darkness
it seemed as though there were voices. Very
irritating voices, but voices nonetheless…
The dead weight of her limbs and the frustrating feeling of
heaviness on her eyelids meant that she felt almost comatose, only able to
listen to the fuzzy voices around her through what sounded like a wall of
water. The only way she knew she was not under the sea and desperately dreaming
of a life of land was feel of the warm air on her skin. She flexed her toes and
though there was a small twinge of pain at the unfamiliarity of moving them,
they were there! They were real!
At this new realisation she attempted to jolt into action but
her body didn’t seem to be listening to her brain. She was only able to feel
the smallest twitch in the muscles of her abdomen when attempting to lift
herself into a seated position. Maybe she really was dreaming? How cruel it
would be to wake up from something so vivid. So real.
But while everything felt lucid underwater, this felt
more…groggy. She had a lot of aches, and was very exhausted and with a sudden
cramp in her legs she realised oh my
Neptune she had taken that
potion. An image of the Prince carrying her up the beach and away from the cold
flashed into her mind, and at the thought she felt a rush of giddiness in her
stomach, and a tingling across her skin that made her lips pull into a small,
almost unnoticeable smile.
It was past midnight from last time you checked the clock, even though you had school the next day or in this case in a few hours you still couldn’t sleep. You sigh and roll around on the double bed you had. You look up at the ceiling for a few minutes before patting the surroundings on the bed waiting till your hand would hit what you were looking for; your phone.
Eventually your right hand hits your phone and you grab it and bring it to your face so you could see. When it turned on the light blinded you and your dropped your phone and it hit you square in the chest. You let out a groan from the sudden burst of pain inflicted in the one area also because you were annoyed at this point. Taking the phone off your chest you enter your passcode and get in and you immediately find yourself on the famously known app, Instagram.
You were scrolling through the explore page and then someone caught your eye. Kim Namjoon. How ironic. He was the guy you had been crushing on for a year. You were in the same class. It was one of those situations where one of your knew who the other was and the other had no idea the one who knew them existed- it was sad. Plus you weren’t one of those cute nerdy people who was a complete introvert but somehow gets the extremely handsome, smart, popular dude in the end. You only possessed one of the three traits- a.k.a the introvert. You weren’t smart at all- speaking of which your parents signed you up for tutoring and you were starting after school tomorrow- today… in a couple of hours- damn it! You needed to get at least a couple hours of shut eye to be functioning correctly at school even though you were awkward enough as it is you were more awkward somehow while tired.
Kim Namjoon was so cool. You by accidentally not on purpose at all read one of his songs that he left behind at the library, Namjoon was going somewhere in life. You couldn’t put your finger on it just yet but you knew his name would be bigger than it was in the cliché high school walls of popularity and social standing- anyways. You “overheard” him speaking to one of his friends one day about rapping underground or something, you couldn’t really hear from the distance you were listening from. He seems like he knows what he wants to do with his life…
What did you want to do… you were still in high school but- high school is where people are supposedly supposed to figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives. The topic scared you. Every time you were asked the question ‘what do you want to be when you’re older’ you completely avoided the question. But really why were some people so happy with their answers. For example someone would answer with the career choice of an architect, so yeah what if they become an architect- then what, they just have to endure the job for the rest of their life, grow old with someone eventually have kids then die. That’s a terrifying realization if you really think about it.
You don’t want to think about it. Shutting off your phone, Namjoon’s smile was the last thing you saw before shutting your eyes so you could try to fall asleep.
A loud noise rang out, awakening you. You groan and look for your phone again and press the shut off button. Yay school. You let out a sigh and hop out of bed.
You were half asleep in class, to be honest you had no idea what was going on. This is why tutoring was needed. The bell rang it was the end of the day- for everyone else but you. You had to go meet up with your tutor now!!! Yay-not. The library is where you were meeting. Barging into the library you walk over to where desks were. Basically the “tutor” area. You see a girl with glasses there, she looked like she was waiting. Maybe she was your tutor. You walk over to her and look down at her. “Hi, are you my tutor”, you ask and she looks up at you and raises and eyebrow then shakes her head. You sigh but also blush in embarrassment because that’s something awkward you’re gonna end up dwelling on in the middle of the night. The girl clears her throat in an uncomfortable manner and points to someone behind you. You turn around and have a heart attack from the person standing there. Kim Namjoon.
Oh god. This is horrible. How are you supposed to interact with someone you had liked for a year but never had talked to before, but somehow know a lot about him. Maybe my real tutor is standing behind him- he is tall and has broad shoulders after all- SNAP OUT OF IT!
You move to the left and look behind Namjoon. No one is there. “Y/N,Y/L/N”, he asks and you gulp at the sound of his raspy deep voice. You raise your hand. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, WHY DID YOU RAISE YOUR HAND. SO MANY REGRETS. WHAT DID YOU DO TO DESERVE THIS AWKWARD LIFE. He looks at you weirdly and lets out a small chuckle, “Uh- My name is Kim Namjoon, I’m going to be tutoring you”, he smiles and holds out his hand. He doesn’t recognize you from class at all, he really didn’t know you existed. What a confidence booster.
He told you to follow him to a different part of the library since the main “tutor area” was going to get busy. It’s quiet and it looks like no one has been in this section for a couple of days. There is a small table and you put your stuff on it, only one chair is seen. “Ah- there is only one chair. Let me go get another one, but while I’m getting it can you set up”, he asks and you nod immediately. He walks away and you sit down. Should you leave- you could if you really wanted to.
You find yourself taking out your math binder from your backpack and opening it up. Namjoon comes back with a chair and sets it up right next to you. You heart is beating so much. He sits down and sighs. “Okay Y/N lets start.”, he says, his breath tickling your cheek.
15 minutes had passed, your blushing really hard and you zoned out and can’t concentrate because he’s really close to your face. “Just find x and we will be done for the day”, he mumbles, and you quickly find it and he looks shocked. “That’s… it’s right…”, he says. You immediately grab your binder and shove it into your backpack. “Have a nice night” you say quietly. He looks up at you, “You to… see you tomorrow”. You look down from his words and speed walk away.
*The Next Day*
You came to class early and sat in your usual spot. People slowly started coming into the classroom, you were zoned out until you saw Namjoon enter the room. You immediately blush, but don’t look away. Namjoon looks at you and then raises his eyebrow then starts walking towards you. You look away but it’s far too late. “Y/N”, his voices rings out and the room suddenly seems quiet. You look up and he smiles. “You’re in my class. Why didn’t you tell me yesterday”, he says and suddenly you can hear whispering. You nod and look down. “Namjoon whos that”, you hear Namjoon’s friend asks him. “This is who I told you about yesterday” Namjoon says and places his hand on your head and ruffles up your hair and then walks away. “Oh her”, his friend says and then you zone out completely. He touched you, your hair- wait he talked about me with his friends-Oh my god.
*Two Weeks Later*
Namjoon and you would be considered as friends now, you grew quite fond of each other through tutoring sessions. Class had ended for the day and you find yourself speed walking to the library and to the spot where you and Namjoon usually work at. You sit there and wait a couple of minutes.
A couple more minutes passed and you decided to take out your binder. 10 minutes passed and still no show. You frowned, then started to pack up your stuff up but just then you saw Namjoon walking over to you. He walked over to the chair next to you and slumped into it. “Can I not tutor you today”, he shuts his eyes while saying that. “Oh…”, you say and continue to pack your stuff but then you feel a hand wrap around you wrist. “Sit…”, he says softly and you listen sitting down awkwardly. He lets go of your wrist and sighs. “Can we just talk for a bit… I have a lot on my mind and I just need to get it off my chest”, he admits. “Sure”, you say. “I’ve been having a tough time at home, my parents want me to study harder than I already am… just so I can get into a good school. I know they are doing it because they love me, but that’s just not what I wanna do… I want to rap…”, he gets quieter towards the end of his sentence but you still managed to hear it. “You should do it then… If you really believe in yourself… you can achieve anything”, you say quietly and start fumbling with your thumbs.
“Y/N”, Namjoon says and you look over at him and he’s already looking at you. “Y-Yes”, you stutter and start to blush. “I like you”, the three words that just left his mouth put you into some sort of trance… Those three words were… they were what you had dreamed of for over a year…
The words I like you too were about to come out of your mouth but he opened his again before you had the chance. “Ah-sorry that may have sounded weird sorry for the misunderstanding. I meant like… I like you as a good friend… You really reliable… I can talk to you easily and you give good advice”, he says and then shuts his eyes and looks away. Oh… you misunderstood …. It was just a misunderstanding…. Nothing more… you were just a friend of his that he once didn’t even know about.
It seems like you know a lot about spies, so what do you suggest for us who want to learn more?
Hot dang. I’m a little wine-buzzed, so it’s very possible that the answer to this question is going to be a much more ambitious one than you wanted, but let me tell you how I learned all my spy stuff and how you can learn a whole bunch of spy stuff, too. Here we go:
Sarah’s List of (Not Really) Secret Spy Stuff
OKAY. Let’s start with a few key texts:
Ultimate Spy - H. Keith MeltonThis is a really great place to start because it gives you a beginner’s guide to a lot of terminology and also a really basic overview of espionage history on the grand scheme. Plus, Melton owns so many espionage artifacts. Like, so many. And he’s a nerd who took a bunch of pictures of it all and put it in a book, for your reading convenience.
The Official CIA Manual of Deception and Trickery - H. Keith Melton and Bob Wallaceis also a really good starting point if you’re interested in, like, the overall cleverness of human beings. This one talks about how, in the early days of recent espionage, magicians were recruited in order to design the art of spycraft which is ACTUALLY THE COOLEST THING EVER. You might have to google some stuff as you read, but it’s pretty simple overall. Very well written. Amazing subject matter. Plus! Melton and Wallace list all their sources in this one, which makes it a really good launching point for further learning. If there’s something in this book that interests you, there’s a really good chance that there’s another book you can find on the matter, listed right in the bibliography.
OSS Special Weapons and Equipment: Spy Devices of WWII - H. Keith MeltonI have not actually been able to get my hands on this one yet, so I can’t speak to how easy it is to understand as a layman, but! This was the first text to come out that really divulged the secrets of espionage technology to the general public. It is on my to-read list, and it should probably be on yours, too.
Perhaps you’ve spotted a theme.
Basically, anything with the name Melton on the cover is going to be excellent. He’s kind of a Big Deal™️ in the world of espionage history.
The Master of Disguise - Tony Mendezis also a very good read, if you’re looking for a non-Melton book. The great thing about Tony Mendez is that he’s an insider. He served with the CIA for decades—and he’s kind of the guy when it comes to the Office of Technical Services. Sometimes he gets a little artsy and the writing gets, like, a little cheesy, but it’s Tony freakin’ Mendez, he can write however he wants and I’d still be totally enraptured. You’ve seen Argo? This is the crazy son of a gun who actually did the real Argo mission. He could write his books in Latin and I’d still find a way to read them.
The Codebreakers - David KahnThis one is… hard. I’ll give it to you straight, this one is not an easy read. It’s about three inches thick, and the font is tiny, and the language is really hard to digest if you’re not already well down the espionage rabbit hole. Imagine reading Order of the Pheonix, except you didn’t read the first four Harry Potter books first. That’s what this book feels like. I still have a pretty hard time with this one. HOWEVER. If you get to the point where you’re really getting into it, and you think you’re willing to devote a good couple of weeks to this single book, then The Codebreakers is widely considered to be the foremost book on all things cryptography. And it is really fascinating, if you can actually get yourself to read it.
Let’s say, though, that you can’t afford any of these books and/or find them at your local library (ask your local library to order them—they usually have money put aside for patron requests. Yay, libraries!). There’s a whole lot of online resources to learn about spies, too!
Also, movies can be very helpful. They are often dramatized, but there’s a real value in gaining a narrative understanding of a story before you delve into the factual details of it. I really adored Argo, Bridge of Spies, and Catch Me If You Can (And also Man from UNCLE, but please don’t use Man from UNCLE to establish any of your standards about espionage, it’s so horrible).
This list will likely continue to grow. There is always more to learn about espionage, and I wish you all the luck on your espionage adventures!
“To me the wailing of | wolves seemed ill,
After the song of swans.“
These are the spoken lines of Njord in the Prose Edda, near the end of
the book Gylfaginning. What is interesting about these lines is that it
draws the only blatant association between an animal and Njord in any of