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Title: and now the beads of water move up the glass

Summary: SI/OC!Bro convinces himself he's in a perfectly generic AU and that there is no teenage parenthood or plot contrived permadeath in his future. Then, as if to spite him, a meteorite straight up annihilates his go-to restaurant right in front of him.

Word Count: 5,307

Brōc in the cradle pool, in Fish Prince fey form.

36. The Tide Pool (chapter 1 - Cradle 1/4 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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The day after Graduation, Rah skipped stones across the bay. Pepperidge had a small cove at the mouth of the valley. There was cold mourning fog, as Rah waited for Brōc. His Fish Prince promised they’d swim before the boardwalk opened. But Brōc hadn’t come yet. With the next stone, Rah heard an ouch ripple across the surface, as the pebble hit a siren beneath the water.

“Sorry!” Rah called. A pale fist arose from the water, and shook at him. With a sigh, Rah leant on his diamond snowflake Storm-Staph. I missed Ranchos for this? he thought. It made him wish his woe would summon storms instead of his jubilation. Just as Rah turned to leave, he bumped into Brōc.

“Now you’re here? I was about to leave! I used your fey name. It made me feel so guilty,” Rah mopped. “Uncle invited you to breakfast; He makes the best eggs.”

“I thought you wanted to swim?” Brōc insisted.

“That was before I got hungry, and waited twenty minutes.” Rah whimpered. Most people would not describe Rah as robust. Brōc wrapped his arms around Rah, then gently walked toward the tide. Rah felt the water on his ankles; The isle was still cold in spring. As Brōc led him into the water, Rah embraced what he signed up for; No relationship with a fey of the sea, is complete without the seduced boy being dragged into the deep. Brōc fell on top of Rah as they reached the waves. Brōc regained his gleaming white and gold tail, like a lucky koi. There eyes awkwardly met, as Brōc smothered Rah in the freezing the water.

“What are you doing?” Rah stopped.

“Oh. You meant actual swimming and breakfast.” Brōc curdled.

“Well, yes. What did you think I meant? I have more time to do nice things with you, now that I’m graduated. We should do small things more often. It’s not like I’m doing anything else with my life. It’s not like a sudden demand for Charmers is about to apparated,” Rah went on. The last part let in a quiver of dread. “It’s fine though! You’ll be how I spend my life. All my other friends are gone or employed, and I, I will be…”

“I thought this was a booty call?! I take after my mother. Why else would you use my fey-name? But sure, let’s eat your uncles cooking, and then I’ll show you an even more romantic way to skinny dip. Real swimming! I promise.” Brōc smiled, kissing Rah’s cheek. They then rolled around a few times trying to decide who was helping up who.

Brōc enjoy the food, and proper pronouns. He felt human around Rah and his family; Not some cursed merman, or cherished daughter. On land, Brōc dressed his human form in worn black clothes, while Rah dressed exactly how someone would envision enchanted Hispanic bard. They completed each other. However, Brōc was a bad influence; He got them busted for noodling in the library, which is the only scandalous thing Rah has ever done. Their Love was one of youth. But Rah wasn’t a boy anymore, he was a mortal man. His life short and valuable. As an eternal radiant fey, Brōc feared this.

If Rah died before Brōc’s mother, The Fish King, Brōc would die with him. It was terrifying to imagine losing Rah. If the opposite happened, Rah would be Fish Queen and they’d have to remake the entire Fish Kingdom. Some part of Brōc couldn’t stop imagining the terror of loosing his mother and siblings; A tenth of all magic, gone. Him replacing said tenth of magic, was equally intimidating without knowing if Rah would be ok with that. What if he breaks having to care for the terrors of the sea? If I’m all magic, will I even love him the same? Or, will I be like my mother… Brōc swirled.

“So, where’s this romantic private pool? The best ones are literal legends or cursed, right?” Rah chimed. He gleamed with joy that conjured disastrous storms; He was hyper aware of how fluffy and warm Brōc made him feel. He clung to his silver pole, at the dinning table, as his heart skipped beats.

“Yup! Put on your Fairy Robes, and I’ll adorn myself in my royal dress. It’s home in the Shadow Veil.” Brōc nervously, twirling his long ginger hair. Like waves of sunshine, parted by a spiked crown. This was a trap; Brōc’s fear had driven him to test his lover. He wanted to see if Rah was fit to be Fish Queen.

Brōc teleported them in a smoke that glittered. The haunting silent, colourless, scentless, warmthless, beach. Littered with instruments, like the gravestones of Brōc’s royal sisters. Each princess dying form a broken heart. Brōc was the lucky one. His love was requited, and he lived in the Day Veil of men. It made him hate this beach. This sand and sea wall, are all most mages get to see of his birthplace. Mages write of the beach, but not the what’s within the still waters. Before Rah could take in the majesty of the scene, Brōc pulled him by the hand, and across the southern cliffs of the Stone King’s throne.

“Brother, where are you going?” A girl said. The two stopped to look back. A fourteen-year-old girl in white, was putting on a blindfold. “Don’t laugh; It’s so I don’t see any unspoken-for mages. I refuse to have my heart claimed.”

“Rah is taken by me; You won’t fall for him. Come on Nettle. we’re just looking around. If he loves me, he’ll love the rest of our home.” Brōc’s tightened his grip.

“The rest?” Rah recoiled. “This isn’t all of it?” He gasped. Then he pointed at Nettle. “Also, I thought you didn’t have younger royal sisters. Your father Lyra said he swore off children, because you all kept dying.” Rah panicked. Nettle tensed, and Brōc resumed dragging Rah into a sea cave.

“He did.” Brōc grumbled.

As they descended into the cave, the gargle of water became audible.

“Love makes us blind, and wounds us as we sacrifice ourselves to it. My parents are no different.” Brōc continued. The two stopped as the cave lit with an eerie verdant glow. Rah gasped before a glistening pool. It gurgled as its ripples bobbed. The surface shimmered pink, as the water glowed a gentle green.

“What Kind of water is that? It has colour and sound in the ether, so it must be magic. But I’ve never seen this kind before.” Rah whispered.

“Love Water. The dark stone around this place keeps out all the songs of my sisters; And mother. Want to touch it? Or do I need a push you?” Brōc giggled. Rah undressed, and slipped in eagerly. As he floated, it felt like he was being lifted and hugged. His chest light, and mind soft.

Brōc followed, and tread close. His large tail glowed, showing the depth of the pool. They went under, and both looked like ghosts. Each of Brōc’s scales were pearl, and Rah’s slate hair and eyes glowed. Rah had to breath, and emerged coughing in laughter. Brōc, having no need for air, gently smiled while waiting for his love to return. But Rah stalled; There was the crying of an infant. Something that should never be heard in the Shadow Veil. Rah paddled to shore in panic, but Brōc pulled him in. Rah grasped at the surface, trying not to inhale the soothing water. Everything blurred. But two arms pulled Rah ashore.

Lyra patted Rah’s back to get the water out. Lucky for him, Nettle had told on her big brother. Their father was not impressed.

“Brōc, I thought you being half-human from me, made you above your little sisters! He could’ve drowned! Don’t you love him?” Lyra growled. Brōc sunk a little deeper into the pool. The baby continued to cry, and Rah looked around frantically for it. It’s not beyond the possibility a fish fey would eat a child; Or make one after ravishing a nautical lad.

“Lyra-” Rah quivered, unnoticed.

“Get out of the crib before your mother comes back.” Lyra demanded, pulling Brōc out next.

“LYRA!” Rah cried, getting everyone’s attention. “Where’s that crying coming from? There’s a baby trapped in here!”

Lyra paused. “What? No. That’s our youngest.” Lyra said. He got up, and reached into the pool to grab a baby mermaid. Ornamental carp like Brōc and Nettle.

“This pool is off limits. I sing it, to provide the best water for newborn princesses. Oh, how I love my wife and children.” He spoke softly, rocking the child.

“I thought you didn’t want-” Rah murmured to deaf ears. Lyra was bewitched while soothing the baby. It then dawned on Rah, that Lyra may not of had a choice; The Fish King isn’t just the mother of seductive sea monsters, but also Lyra’s True Love. Lyra’s heart would never let him leave; Or resist his wife’s wishes. Rah’s lungs were dry, but he felt like he was chocking.

“I’m sorry.” Rah said. But Lyra wasn’t listening; He’d started humming a charm of heavy calmness. Disturbed, Rah turned his gaze to Brōc. He saw the dark side of his contract in Brōc’s actions.

“I love you, yet you pulled me in like a kraken.” Rah said.

“I meant no harm. I just wanted you to stay longer. I wanted to see if it’ll be ok.” Brōc said sadly, looking at his father. Lyra’s voice could still storms, as his joy too could create them. Just like Rah, in many ways. A powerful mage and mortal man, but mostly a golden heart lost at sea. Rah looked again, and saw a piece of himself. A possible self.

“What if something happens to mom, and we’re like that? Maybe it’s better we die before that happens. But I never want to imagine you passing; It hurts, though it has yet to pass. I’m unsure what destiny is worse.” Brōc cried. Rah went pale as he backed from the pool’s edge. He bumped into something, and looked up.

“If you’re so mortified by fate, why don’t you give it a trial run? You seem eager to claim the cradle, Brōcid.” The Fish King started. “Maybe me and your father will walk the mystical shores of The Fish Gate, and live a human Northland life; The one you’re indecisive about. Let’s switch for a while, and see if it actually makes you feel secure.” She continued. Her voice was like the solemn echo of a whale. She took the little princess form Lyra, and handed her to Rah. The Fish King’s face was dark. A tall, ghostly, mirky, reflection of Brōc. Rah jiggled the baby, and she cooed.

“She’s cute.” Rah said, nervously.

“Thank you. I trust she’ll be in good hands; If my eldest can overcome their foolish human identity to mother.” The Fish King mocked. She gently took Lyra’s hand.

“You can’t trap us here!” Brōc yelled, leaving the pool. He received a nasty glare from his mother. Worse, Rah recoiled as Brōc went for an embrace, and Lyra snatched his hand back.

“Dear, as much as I yearn for home, this is irresponsible. You can’t trap people here.” He insisted.

“I don’t have to force them. I think they’ll agree. Then they’ll grovel. Then they’ll get lost in it. It’s an old-fashioned fey contract; Harmless, yet cruel fun. It’s not even punishment. On the inside, I think they want it. I think they need it.” The Fish King grinned. She took Lyra, and they disappeared into the Day Veil. The light of the pool slowly went out, leaving Rah and Brōc alone in silence.

The Death of Hyacinthos

Jean Broc

When you’re just trying to show your new friend pop music and then you accidentally fuse to make a SteamPop Troll.

Meet Broc, He;s cautious to the max, prefers to be alone, likes to experiment and invent, is a bit standoffish, pulls the collar of his coat over his mouth when hes nervous, can stretch his hair like any pop troll. prefers blander colors to bright colors.

The two were very shocked when they fused and they are the first recorded fusion cross-fusion (in my universe) this began other trolls to experiment trying to fuse with other genres.

histórias que ainda não saíram do papel; blur ring