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Prompt: Zayn is a siren, Harry's a merman. they fall in love.
Zayn’s just finished singing for the day when there’s a stirring in the water next to him, and a second later Harry pops up, his hair pooling around his shoulders as he emerges. “Boo!”
“I’m so scared,” Zayn drawls. Or he tries to. His voice is a bit hoarse, from singing all day, so he clears his throat, then tries again. “Eek!”
Harry juts out his lip, and Zayn can see his tail twitch through the crystal clear water of the pool. It’s not the side where the rocks are, the dangerous side; this pool can only be gotten to through the underwater caves, so it’s calm and perfect. “You could at least play along.”
“Think that’s what I was doing, babe.”
Harry rolls his eyes, but he boosts himself out of the water anyway, pulling himself up onto the rocks. Zayn watches with interest as Harry’s arm muscles work. His tail’s gorgeous and all, but Zayn is also very fond of how much upper body strength swimming everywhere has given Harry. “Come here, then.”
Zayn rolls his own eyes, but he stretches out his wings for a second, just to get Harry’s own gaze to follow them, and drifts down to settle next to Harry. He folds his wings back into him, then leans over to press a kiss to Harry’s lips. “How was your day?”
“Good, sort of slow. Not many ships, only got a few sailors. Yours?”
Zayn shrugs. “They’ve been learning. Had a whole group of them with stuffed ears. I’m not going to meet my quota, at this rate.”
“You’ll be fine. No one can resist your voice.” As if to underscore the point, Harry presses his lips to Zayn’s throat.
“I don’t know. You might have to take care of me when all the sailors get wise and the bosses fire me because no one can hear them.”
“I’ll sneak up and take out all their ear plugs,” Harry promises, and Zayn grins. “Or if that doesn’t work, I’ll just keep you in sailors here. Lure them up here for you.”
“You’re so generous.”
“I know.” Harry dimples at him, and Zayn has to kiss him then, because he looks so pleased with himself. Harry’s tail splashes in the water, clearly happy with this turn of events. “You’ll still have to sing for your supper, of course,” Harry goes on, when Zayn’s done with him. He’s still smirking a little. “Just, it’d only be for me.”
“My favorite audience,” Zayn agrees, and strokes a finger over the top of Harry’s tail. It makes Harry shiver happily. “I’ll start paying you back now.”
“Good.” Harry reaches around him to run a hand down his wings, and Zayn’s the one who feels it everywhere. “Now stop talking about work, and kiss me properly.”