Summary:
OTP Prompt: Person A is a fisher and Person B is a shy merfolk who always fills Person A’s boat with fish when they’re not looking. (twisted up a little
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“So what you’re saying is the fishes will come up and pierce themselves on your hook?”

“Jon, if you’re just going to talk shit you can leave.”

Evan stood shins deep in the water sporting a baseball cap and shades along with his swim trunks. In his hands was a fishing pole ready to be used for the long day. Next to him in the water was a large blue cooler, one side barricaded with ice that held a bottle of beer while the other side had a tin of bait.

Under his shades his deep brown eyes were glaring at his mysterious friend. Johnathan perched his upper body on a rock while his tail swayed along with the water ripples. He was too busy giggling to himself to see the stern look his human friend pointed at him.

He didn’t mean to sound rude, but the logic Evan tried to explain to him sounded down right dumb. Humans actually stood there for hours just to get one fish hoping its stupid enough to get caught in the hook? He could simply gather ten fishes with his dagger before Evan even got a bite.

Now he laughed even harder thinking about the poor man standing there in the blistering sun. Evan glared at him even harder.

“I’m sorry,” the mermaid apologized while wiping a tear from his eye. The mocking smile never felt when he met the other’s eyes, “It doesn’t sound fun at all, but it’s a human thing I guess.”

The Asian rolled his eyes, placed his bait on the hook then flung it out into the ocean. It had been awhile since he last fished. When he went for a swim with Johnathan yesterday he watched the fish scatter away from them and thought to himself how nice it would be to pick up the hobby again.

At first Johnathan had sounded very interested in fishing until he explained it to him. It wasn’t a surprised how he reacted. If he heard anything that humans did that sounded boring he would laugh about it.

Sometimes he could be an asshole, but most of the time he was sweet and caring. Not even a mermaid as beautiful as he could be nice all the time. Some of the folk lore Evan read when they first met said they were evil and drowned sailors. Johnathan on the other hand was a clueless, smartass, beautiful mermaid.

It made him how he is and Evan wouldn’t have it any other way. So when he washed his bobber float above the water he glanced down at his friend who was already looking at him. Since their sincere moment a month ago he always caught Jon looking at him.

He never bashfully looked away in embarrassment like most people would. He kept the eye contact with his soft lips curling into a smile. It was something Evan secretly stored in his memories. Just how the light from the sun lit up his perfect face and made his eyes the brightest blue he’s ever seen.

“What?” Evan asked before he got too deep into his thoughts.

Johnathan continued to look him up and down in delight. “You look cute when you’re concentrating,” he replied, his voice smooth like silk.

The youngest would be lying if he told himself that his pure weakness was the other’s voice. He’s still considering he was put under a spell when he first heard it.

Then the mermaid’s gaze was caught off and directed to something else. His small smile transformed into a gleaming toothy smile.

“I think you got one!” he exclaimed.

Evan wiped his head back to the bobber that was bobbing. Quickly he reeled in his line to find the other end empty. He exhaled through his nose harshly as he put another piece of bait on the hook. Now the annoyance of fishing began.

And of course Johnathan was trying to hold back his evil laughter. He wasn’t drowning men to their doom, but he was snickering; his own type of evil.

“Shut up,” Evan groaned to which Johnathan snorted past his hands covering his mouth.

The mermaid lifted himself to sit on the rock then smacked his tail on the water to splash the youngest man’s legs. It received another glare that was consumed with a smile of disbelief.

“You’ll get it next time. I believe in you.”

It was those encouraging words that made the anger fade away, for now. There was more to fishing than just waiting and Evan had almost forgotten about it if it wasn’t for his earlier incident. Now he was back at it with the waiting game.

Twenty minutes have passed and Johnathan had disappeared. The Asian didn’t pay it any mind since his focus was on his bobber. His legs were tired from standing without a break, but he was determined to get a fish even if he would be here all day and night.

For a moment he leaned down to grab his beer, but what his fingers touched was not a cold glass bottle. It was scaly and wet and moving. His hand retracted quickly as he looked down to confirm what it was.

Indeed it was a fish in his cooler flopping around.

Immediately his eyes scanned the water for the only person responsible for this. Of course he was nowhere to be seen. With one hand he cupped a side of his mouth and yelled.

“Johnathan! Where are you?!”

The head of his mystical friend rose to the surface. He was out where his bobber was and in one hand he held a makeshift dagger made out of rock and the other held a fish. Evan groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“What the hell is this?” Evan directed to his cooler.

Johnathan smiled then waved the fish in the air before calling out, “Fishing! You were taking too long.”

“It’s supposed to. That’s how we fish with patience,” the youngest yelled back.

The mermaid shrugged then dipped back into the water to make his way back to his troubled friend. When he arrived he placed the fish into the cooler with the other one. Evan’s displeased frown didn’t go unseen when he placed himself back on a rock.

A moment passed and Evan was still frowning at him. Johnathan rolled his eyes before going back to playing with his dagger. When he heard a splash his attention came back up to witness Evan throwing the fish back into the water.

“What the hell, man? I was just trying to help you,” he sulked.

Evan ignored the mumbling to put all of his focus on the fishing line again. Then silence rose upon them as the waves crashed on the shore. It was tension neither of them wanted, but the last thing the Asian wanted was to blow up from the stress that was building up.

Yet again the evil mermaid side of his sweet friend came out to really test the patience of fishing.

“How can this be fun? You’re literally standing there when you could be in the water catching them.”

“It just is, Jonathan.”

“I can’t understand some things you guys do.”

“Me either.”

“Do you want my help?”

“No.”

“So you’re just going to stand there and-“

“Yes.”

“What a waste.”

Nothing was helping him at this point. The sun was adding to the heat he felt from anger and he hadn’t caught a single fish during this whole time. He thought it would be relaxing to fish and have Johnathan sing beside him but no. It turned out to be horrible.

“Will you shut up?” Evan spat.

There was a moment of silence before a smile crawled across the mischievous mermaid’s lips. Whatever he is going to say will be nothing good.

“Why don’t you make me.”

The words sunk into his ears at the command. Evan’s heart raced against his chest while his fingers tingled against the medal grip of his fishing rod. It was a risky move from the further that sent a jolt down the younger one’s body.

Maybe he was under a spell because he reeled in his line, placed the pole in the cooler then made his way to the amused grin. His hands placed themselves on the higher edge of the irregular rock, trapping his friend in between his arms.

Not in the slightest was Johnathan scared or intimidated. He wore that cocky smile proudly as he sat up straighter. For a judgmental asshole he knew how to push Evan’s buttons in the bad and good ways.

Soon Evan closed the distant in a harsh kiss that his counter eagerly leaned into. Johnathan always played him to get what he wanted. He was dangerously good at it and he could possibly cause Evan’s death easily if he wanted to.

Oddly Evan didn’t care. He would stay under water beyond his limit just for him. Everything that was Johnathan was what he wanted. Mostly the taste of his salty lips was what he craved, but he restrained himself from getting deeper into the toxic whirl of their complex relationship.

When they broke apart, lips wet and slightly puffy Evan looked deep into the mermaid’s eyes. Even to this day he wasn’t sure if it was real, if their mutual feelings were real. But they were. They were as real as Johnathan’s tail, as real as their first kiss, as real as his precious smile.

“You’re an asshole you know that, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m yours.”