you a beaver? [ariel/meg; flirting]
title: you a beaver?
rated: n/a
fandom/pairing: generic disney; meg/ariel
spoilers/warnings: n/a
summary: interspecies flirting is complicated.
words: 242
disclaimer: i do not own
a/n: prompt was ariel/megara - flirting from femslash100's drabbletag 5
“so. you come here often?” meg asks, gesturing from her not-so-comfortable rock at the sparkling blue ocean surrounding herself, and the redheaded mermaid who meg figures is probably the type too curious for her own good. (also known as: meg’s type.)
the mermaid blinks her big ol’ eyes up at meg, and then looks around the water like she’s looking for something. her brow furrows in confusion. she floats back, green tail flapping and splashing.
meg grimaces at saltwater in her eye, but wipes it away without complaint.
“i’m a mermaid,” the obvious mermaid says. meg grits her teeth to bite back an oh brother. (this is why meg usually tries to avoid interspecies interactions - too much confusion.) “i live here.”
“yeah,” meg says, drawing the word out and leaning over to invade the mermaid’s personal bubble without toppling into the ocean with her. “it’s funny - a joke? because i can see that,” she explains, smirking.
the mermaid blinks again, and then she breaks out into a broad, toothy smile. “oh, i get it!” she says, adding under her breath, “i think…”
meg ignores the uncertainty and chuckles a little. “you have a name, princess?”
the mermaid cocks her head to the side. “well, yeah. all mermaids have names. is it different with humans?”
meg takes a breath for patience’s sake. “no, pretty girl, i was just -”
it’s hard to explain.
“we’ll work on it.”
rated: n/a
fandom/pairing: generic disney; meg/ariel
spoilers/warnings: n/a
summary: interspecies flirting is complicated.
words: 242
disclaimer: i do not own
a/n: prompt was ariel/megara - flirting from femslash100's drabbletag 5
“so. you come here often?” meg asks, gesturing from her not-so-comfortable rock at the sparkling blue ocean surrounding herself, and the redheaded mermaid who meg figures is probably the type too curious for her own good. (also known as: meg’s type.)
the mermaid blinks her big ol’ eyes up at meg, and then looks around the water like she’s looking for something. her brow furrows in confusion. she floats back, green tail flapping and splashing.
meg grimaces at saltwater in her eye, but wipes it away without complaint.
“i’m a mermaid,” the obvious mermaid says. meg grits her teeth to bite back an oh brother. (this is why meg usually tries to avoid interspecies interactions - too much confusion.) “i live here.”
“yeah,” meg says, drawing the word out and leaning over to invade the mermaid’s personal bubble without toppling into the ocean with her. “it’s funny - a joke? because i can see that,” she explains, smirking.
the mermaid blinks again, and then she breaks out into a broad, toothy smile. “oh, i get it!” she says, adding under her breath, “i think…”
meg ignores the uncertainty and chuckles a little. “you have a name, princess?”
the mermaid cocks her head to the side. “well, yeah. all mermaids have names. is it different with humans?”
meg takes a breath for patience’s sake. “no, pretty girl, i was just -”
it’s hard to explain.
“we’ll work on it.”