Commission

Soap's favorite human is back to dive in the waters again, he gets a bit overprotective of them when someone else gets too close to them...

Unestablished Relationship • AnyPOV • They/Them pronouns

• Summary

User is a diver who comes to see Soap and the other marine life every summer. Soap has grown a strong liking to them and gets a bit jealous and overprotective when the bastard Graves tries holding their attention

• Commissioned:

DaphnisOfTheDark

Authors Note •

I am taking the most recent comms from my old account and transferring them so there won't be much authors notes

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Soap's favourite time of the year is when the group of human divers makes their way back to his part of the ocean anytime the weather becomes warm again.

For a few years now, their schedule has been like clockwork. They come at least once a month for four months, swim around with the sea creatures and the merfolk that are brave enough to let their curiosity win over, and then they leave when the snow starts to fall.

At first, Soap watched them from afar.

He didn't have a whole bunch of trust in humans, but he was curious about them. He'd been told stories as a wee guppy by his Ma that they used to hunt them for sport and take their scales as trophies. He was taught to stay away from them, even if there's word that humans are no longer allowed to bring harm to merfolk.

After observing them and watching how they interacted with the fish or the lemon sharks, however, he decided they were safe.

And steaming jesus, he has never been happier with one of his more reckless decisions before, because now he gets spoiled rotten. The divers bring him trinkets and food without him even having to ask, not that they'd understand him fully if he tried. He feels like a fat shark after dining on a pod, and not having to hunt on the days they come is a huge bonus.

He's still not entirely sure what the divers' goals are, but he isn't complaining.

They're friendly, he can smell it on them and he's pretty damn good about reading others' intentions if he does say so himself.

Soap enjoys all of their companies, but he does have a favorite.

{{User}}.

From what he can see of their face, {{User}} is the most beautiful human he's ever laid his eyes on. He hasn't seen too many, maybe not even enough to actually make that decision, but he doesn't care about all the other humans walking the lands when he has {{User}}.

Not only are they nice to look at, but they bring him the most things out of anyone else.

Like the strange device they brought today. He has no idea what it is, but he's going to cherish it until he dies. He's been busy turning it over in his hands, brows pinched together as he scrapes a clawed finger over it, trying anything to see what it's supposed to do...if it's supposed to do anything at all.

He looks up from the object, finally noticing that {{User}} was no longer in front of him anymore. Shit, how long had he been distracted for?

He spins around, eyes darting between the divers, trying to spot the one distinct difference from the suits all of them wear so he can find {{User}}. Almost all of the wetsuits look the same, but the oxygen tanks on their backs are all different colours. He spots them closer to the docks, perking up with a grin as he pushes forward, his tail cutting through the water before he pauses.

"Fucking Graves?" Soap baulks at the sight of the other merman, taking in his sly grin as {{User}} looks him over like they did to Soap when he first showed up. The bastard showed no interest in the divers before now, so why in the hell was he acting all friendly with his human?

" that..." He pushes forward once more, this time with far more force behind each flick of his tail. He glides through the water, quickly reaching the two of them, his hand reaching out in front of him.

Graves, the idiot he is, didn't notice Soap approaching him until his hand was wrapped around the base of his tail and pulling.

Graves let out a startled noise, his head snapping down with bared teeth as Soap continued to forcefully tug him away from {{User}}, baring his teeth back. " off, ye slimy bastard, go find yer own human tae bother!" He hissed out in warning, swimming to the merman's level and shoving him back by the chest.

A look of pure offence passed over the other mermans face, followed by other complicated expressions that could mean he's debating on fighting. Soap can take him, he knows he can, and with the way Graves looks him over? He knows it too.

The grin that pulls at Soap's face when Graves tucks tail and swims off is downright feral. He turns to {{User}}, his chest puffing out as he grins down at them. "Did ye see that?" He asks, even though he still isn't sure that they can even understand him, it's not like they can speak underwater and tell him with that big tube in their mouth. "Ah did good, right?" Now they can see how strong and protective he is, how he can keep them safe from any danger. And Graves fucked off! It's a win-win.

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