Oh oh oh okay, let’s see, how about headcanons for the bros (as mermaids. mermen?) meeting their eventual s/o for the first time? You could even make it a soulmate au if you want! I absolutely love your writing! <3333

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MY DUDE. I’ve been working on this for ages and I just finished it like–i love it. School’s been kicking my butt, but I managed to get this done! It turned into more than headcanons buuuut… it’s great

Mermaid!Bros Meeting Their Soulmates!

Noctis

• It was a cold ass day when you met him. The sky was overcast with a sharp chill that rattled your bones and you were perched on the edge of a pier
• You didn’t know why you were out there, but something told you that you had to be there
• You were staring out over the water when the weird pull that brought you there started tugging at your stomach
• It was then that you saw it
• The flash of color in the waves: a deep blue sprouting from the water before it disappeared once again
• Then the tug
• It was a tug so strong that you were launching to your feet, leaning over to get a better look
• Then you fell in
• The water was freezing as it enveloped you, the chill clinging to your skin as pinprick needles seemed to stab into you
• You couldn’t move
• It was so cold; too cold
• You were falling down and down and down and–you couldn’t breath
• Your lungs were burning and your skin was freezing and you clothes were clinging and you just kept sinking
• Then, you stopped
• Something warm was touching you, wrapping around you as you were propelled to the surface
• The second you felt the cold air against your face, you were gasping. Fresh air flowed into your lungs, but you couldn’t let go of the warmth
• You were clinging to it, pressing your face into it and letting it carry you as you tried to catch your breath
• “You okay?”
• His voice was lazy as it reached your ears, the sound causing your heart to stutter as you looked up and saw his face
• And it was fucking beautiful. His eyes fell on your own and it was as if time stopped
• You sat in his arms, moving with the waves as you clung to his warmth and stared with wide eyes. He stared back, his lips parted in a soft O and his blue-grey eyes just as wide as yours
• You blinked and the spell was broken, although the tug in your gut was noticeably gone, replaced by a soft longing in your heart
• You looked down, expecting to see a pair of human legs. There were none. Instead, a long, sleek tail was gently waving in the water, keeping you two afloat
• You gasped again, startled as you were clinging to him even more
• “Oh, yeah. Don’t mind that.” He said. You felt his shoulders move as he shrugged, but it was near impossible to take your eyes off of his scaled tail
• Only when a violent shiver racked through your body did you look back at him, seeing his face so much closer to yours
• He looked at you, staring at your nose and your eyes and taking it all in
• “You know,” He began, his voice somehow heard over the crashing waves, “When my dad told me all merfolk have soulmates, I didn’t think mine would be human,” He was smiling, a sense of humor laced into his tone. “But we can talk about it later.”
• He was already swimming towards the shore, only stopping when the water was too low for him to swim
• You didn’t want to let go, and neither did he. You both sat in the wet sand, his warm arms wrapped around you like a blanket
• “Your highness!” The voice was sharp, demanding
• He looked up for a milisecond, eyes wide before glancing back at you. “Come back tomorrow,” His words were fast and he was already letting go, but you still clung to his wet skin, refusing to move.
• “Promise you’ll be back?” Your voice was so soft that he was surprised he could hear it
• Rather than say yes, his head dipped down. His lips were resting against yours’, still warm against your cold skin. It ended to soon.
• “A mermaid’s kiss is a promise–and that goes for mermen too,” he smiled at you, leaning forward and gracing your forehead with another kiss before he disappeared beneath the waves and left you stunned and surprised
• You didn’t know his name, and you didn’t know how true his words were, but you would still be back tomorrow
• You didn’t think your heart would be able to survive otherwise

Prompto

• The sun was bright, the sand was warm, and you were happily getting sunburned on the beach
• You had grown up in that town on the ocean, happily soaking up the mildly salty sea air as time went on
• You grew up listening to weird tales of half fish people who stole things left near the ocean and replaced them with the ocean’s bounty
• Of course, when you were younger, you decided to test this theory
• Spoiler alert: it was true
• You left all sorts of things on the pier: old toys you didn’t want, funny looking rocks, costume jewelry, bottles, plastic food that came in those giant packages at the store…
• And when you came back the next day, they would always be gone. There was always something in its place
• Sometimes there would be a shell or a piece of coral, other times there were sparkling pieces of ocean glass or strangely shaped driftwood. One time, there had been a dead fish, but you only screamed and kicked it back in the water (it had been a rough day and you didn’t get any more fish afterwards)
• You had long since stopped leaving things on the pier or receiving things from the ocean, but today was a bit different
• You hadn’t meant to leave you favorite necklace in the sand, but it had happened. When you realized it, the sun was steadily lowering in the distance but you promised yourself you’d be quick and could only hope for it to be resting where you had been
• You froze when you saw someone in the sand, peering at a chain in their hand
• You had never seen him before and couldn’t place the messy blonde hair or the freckled skin, and as your gaze lowered, you gasped
• He had no legs. In fact, instead, he had a giant fish tail
• It was glimmering in the sunset, with long, flowing fins that seemed to burn the brightest golds and splayed out onto the sand like a flowing skirt
• You must have been staring too long
• He looked up, his eyes meeting yours
• Honestly, you think that was when you were smitten: the second you looked into his cornflower blue eyes
• Your feet were bringing you to him, slowly and quietly. You hadn’t even noticed
• He looked so scared, his eyes big and fearful, he was inching back towards the waves, your necklace dangling in his hand
• He had reached the water, and with a splash, he was gone
• “Hey–wait!” Your call was useless, he was gone in a flash with nothing but a seaspray and flash of gold left behind
• You came back the next day. And the next. And the next. You kept coming back, wanting to meet the strange man with the fish tail and to get your necklace back. At least, that’s what you told yourself
• You couldn’t deny the burning curiosity in your stomach or the longing in your heart
• An entire month passed before you saw him again. That day, you decided you weren’t leaving the dock until you saw his freckled face again. In fact, you brought something else to trade, a small earring that you had long since lost the other half to
• He didn’t show up all day, just like the days before, but you weren’t about to leave. However, you did fall asleep
• That night, as you laid on the dock underneath the moon, there was a loud splash on the dock that had you stirring in your sleep
• Outside of your dreams, the same merman from earlier was perched on the dock, soaking wet
• He was surprised to see you there, fast asleep with a soft snore escaping your mouth
• Slowly, he reached towards the hand curled near your face, something small in hand. He let it fall into your palm, completing the trade, and turned to leave
• He stopped, however, his eyes catching sight of the sparkling piece in your other hand
• Sparkling things were always his downfall, and he wasn’t about to deny what he could only conclude was a gift for him, but he also had nothing else to trade
• Still, he reached forward, his deft fingers gently lifting the small treasure from your hand
• He smiled as he examined it, lost in its sparkle and lost in the memories of the costume jewelry that you had often left when you both were nothing more than children.
• He had to admit that he also had some feelings for you then and often waited for you to return and find the offerings he had left
• Only when he saw you on that beach and when you saw him did things click and he realized why he was so attached to you: one, simple human
• He smiled, his hand reaching forward to gently touch your face
• His hand was so cold against your dry cheek, and you woke up, jumping up and startling the poor merman
• “Oh my god.” You were the first one to speak, your eyes big and your voice quiet
• He looked like a cow caught in headlights. His eyes kept flickering to the water, his muscles tensing. He moved to jump.
• “Wait! Please!”
• He paused at your voice, his heart aching as you begged. He turned, looking at you curiously
• Your eyes flickered to something around his neck, catching sight of the silver chain and the familiar pendant. “Wait–is that my necklace?”
• He glanced away, looking rather sheepish. “Yeah–well–uh, we traded?” His voice was higher, so much normal sounding than what you thought. If it wasn’t for the fish tail, you would’ve thought he was a normal human
• “Traded–?” You paused, feeling a light weight in your hand. Looking down, you opened your clenched fist to see a small, glittering pearl resting in your palm. Nostalgia clawed at your heart, reminding you of the small gifts you had found on the dock as a child. You smiled.
• “It’s beautiful.”
• “Yeah… reminded me of you.”
• You looked up, stunned at the compliment. Even under the moonlight, you could see his blush.
• “I always thought that, even when we were kids.” He admitted, his face growing redder.
• It was that statement that made you realize–he was the one who left those presents on the pier. Your smile only grew and you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his wet figure as he let out a surprised “Whoa!”
• You pulled away, blushing as much as him despite your now wet clothes. “I always did wonder who left those presents.”
• His smile was shy as he looked at you, only for a loud splash nearby to direct his attention elsewhere. “Ah damn,” He sighed, “I gotta go.” He looked at you, his eyes filled with questions. “Listen,” He leaned forward, “I’ll come back tomorrow night, okay? Same time.” There was a nervous edge to his smile as you nodded. 
• He paused, glancing around before making his decision. He shot forward, and it took a moment of surprise for you to realize the warmth on your lips was from his. He pulled away after a moment, blushing even more than earlier as he leaned towards the edge of the pier
• “What was that for?” You were blushing just as much as him, your voice slightly breathless
• He paused, perching on the edge of the dock with a slight smile as he held up your earring in his hand. “I don’t have anything with me except–well, except my feelings.”
• This time, it was you who shot forward and left a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away with a devilish edge to your smile, “Guess now you owe me another present.”
• He laughed. It was wonderful, filling the night and leaving you with the distinct ache to hear it again. “I guess I do, huh?” He grinned, before glancing back at the water. “But it’ll have to wait.”
• He slid off the dock, leaving a splash of water and a flash of the same bright gold behind. You promised yourself you’d be back the next night, after all, you think he might have stolen your heart alongside that earring

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