( forewarning : i didn’t notice the “little” in the caption when i first read it, i read it as “what if i said hollanov mermaid au” and i didn’t notice it until now, after i wrote this, but i digress )
shane needed to go for a swim. he needed to feel the sharp cold of the ocean water pierce through every inch of his skin. he needed to smell of the saltwater to fill his lungs. he needed to hear the waves crashing rhythmically. he needed to be home.
he was so overstimulated and so overwhelmed from everything that happened that day. he woke up with a stiff neck. he ran out of ginger ale that morning, having completely forgotten to buy some the day before because he was so stuck on the montreal metros’ performance lately, and when he went to go buy some, the store in which he buys his ginger ale from was closed. not only that, but that same night, the metros had an absolute shit show of a game, and shane came home to a call from his mom droning on about the usual—deals, collaborations, all the momager stuff—and it was just too much. too much was happening and he didn’t have enough time to process it all. he’s captain. he has to maintain a strong stance of leadership. he’s a public figure, he has his community to represent, expectations to meet. he was just so tired of being canada’s shane hollander all day. he needed a night to just be shane.
so after he was able to get off the phone with his momager, he drove as fast as he legally could to his favorite beach, with no surrounding houses, shops, or any always-people-filled-structures. as soon as he got there, he wasted no time. running to the shore, stripping to his underwear simultaneously, he immediately dove into the familiar sea, the welcoming feeling of the freezing water on his skin grounding him. he swam as far as he possibly could until his muscles got tired. letting himself float, he looked up the cosmos, the moonlight being his only source of light at the moment, with the stars complementing it in the sky. it was the first time he could to breathe properly all day. he let his eyes slowly fall shut and focused on the music that was the water. finally, finally, he was home again.
shane didn’t know how much time had passed, but he suddenly felt that someone was staring at him. when he opened his eyes, a man was inches apart from his face, actively staring at him.
“jesus, what the fuck-?!” shane panicked, moving around frantically, splashing everywhere, until the stranger suddenly held him still. he firmly grabbed shane from the shoulders, still examining him silently. it was almost as if he was carrying all of shane’s weight by his shoulders, which confused shane all the more, because it looked so easy for him.
now that shane was looking at this stranger, he came to realize that he was gorgeous. even with his wet hair, it framed his face perfectly. somehow, despite the low dim of the moonlight, he noticed the light in the stranger’s eyes, as if filled with curiosity.
“who…are you…?” shane asked, his interest piqued.
the stranger tilted his head in question, but answered all the same.
after a beat, “and you, who are you? and why are you trespassing into my home?”
to be continued…i don’t know when, but, eventually…
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