/!\ Trigger warnings /!\ This story focus on Martyn's struggle in an abvsive , difference in power relationship , this fanfic will touch topics like abvse, as well as some heavy gore , stay safe guys! Chapter specific TWS: Shipping [k1ssing] , abvse [hitting] , violence ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ chapter three. not I̶deal [InTheLittleWood whispered to Smajor1995: Scott- Scott- Help-] [Smajor1995 whispered to InTheLittleWood: Mate? Are you okay- I’ll try to be there soon- ] ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Martyn sat in the woods outside of the castle , arms wrapped around himself protectively . His head was bowed slightly but he was still completely aware of his surroundings , his pointed ears twitching slightly at every unfamiliar sound. “Martyn!” A voice hissed from somewhere nearby. He sat up quickly , on high alert. “Scott..?” They responded , voice faltering slightly [Smajor1995: In the water-] Martyn sprang up quickly , ignoring the burning of his wounds stretching tight as he moved just a bit too quickly. They rushed to the water and searched for his cyan haired friend , kneeling by the edge. “Thank the void- Scott-” Martyn mumbled. “Marty..You look…awful-” Scott stood up , picking a piece of seaweed from his hair and pulling himself up onto the bank next to Martyn. Martyn really did look awful…He knew he did- “Siren- Now- Please-” They sighed and closed their eyes , just trying to focus on shifting his form. He grimaced , shape shifting was never a pleasant experience , even if it was just into a humanoid hybrid- The skin in between his fingers spread and gained a green-blue tint, his ears changed shape , morphing into shimmering blue fins , and they gained a tail , a scintillating blue one. lengthening but remaining stocky as slits formed in his neck and grew into gills Scott gently took one of Martyn’s hands , his cold , webbed ones fully enveloping Martyn’s- Gosh- Scott really /did/ have big hands. “You look good , Marty-” He said with a grin , brushing the back of his hand to one of their gills, causing Martyn’s cheeks to flush slightly. Scott then looked around warily before slipping back into the dark water , pulling Martyn in with him. The water was an icy cold shock , Leaving Martyn dazed for a moment before he took in a sharp mouthful of lake water. He slowly started adjusting to the frigid water. They turned to face Scott, shivering slightly. “Cold-” “Cold? You know…You know what could warm you up?” Scott said brazenly, a stream of bubbles coming from his mouth as he got closer to Martyn , who giggled a bit and looked into Scott’s lidded cyan eyes. Martyn ran a finger along Scott’s sharp jawline , lingering on the transition from the enticing siren's soft cream colored skin to the shiny blue green scales overlapping each other on his cheekbones. Scott let out a contented sigh , looking at Martyn fondly before mumbling “He doesn't deserve you Martyn- And you don't deserve to be treated like….this” He tipped Martyn’s head up gently , a thumb on his chin as he examined the other's messily glued together lip. Martyn’s demeanor immediately shifted and he glanced away. And Scott immediately felt bad “Aw no Martyn… I'm sorry…” He said gently, resting a webbed hand on Martyn’s sun-kissed cheek. Their eyes met in a fleeting glance of...something- Neither could tell , and neither really cared- In one swift motion Scott pinned the blue tinted siren to the sandy floor and just looked down at him , silently asking for permission. He nodded and tilted his head up , anticipating the k1ss. As soon as he felt Scott’s lips on his , they grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him down. “Mm-” He mumbled against the siren's lips , k1ssing back almost immediately. “Damn it-” Scott smiled , eyes fluttering close as a burning flush spread across his face. He wrapped his tail around Martyn’s legs and gently squeezed them, he knew Martyn would find that comforting. And he did , his shoulder relaxed slightly and so did his grip on Scott’s shirt. After a while they broke away , Scott hugged Martyn tightly "I love you-“ He said in a hushed tone, the taste of their sweet k1ss still on his lips. “Scott…” Martyn mumbled, brushing his thumb to the cyan haired siren's bottom lip “I need to go… before we both get in trouble…” He continued, pulling themself out of Scott’s embrace. Scott let him go mournfully then brushed a bit of seaweed out of the blond’s hair , of course it didn't do much considering they were underwater , but it was the thought that counted. Martyn stood up and took in a gulp of the cold air . As he reached the shore , his tail and scales disappeared. His teeth and ears shrunk , the overlapping scars fading away as if they had never been there. One last glance at Scott , a pineing in his coral blue eyes. He slipped In to the woods , still dripping water. ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
As soon as he was out of view he pulled out his communicator and let out a loud curse , he had forgotten to waterproof it… The only noise was the hissing and sparks from his communicator as he tried to fix it , not at all aware of his surroundings. Consequently he almost walked into a tree- But a pair of arms grabbed him , familiar arms…. His shoulders tensed up as Ren pulled him into a hug. “I'm sorry about eariler…” He breathed into Martyn’s ear. The lies stung more than the bruises. “Why….are you wet-” He held Martyn at an arms length away, lip curling up slightly , a sure warning sign Martyn should get away while he could….But they just stood there , trying to ignore the red flags. “Fell into the creak-” He mumbled apologetically, hoping Ren would buy the lie. He didn't, and the crack of Ren's hand to his cheek was a sharp reminder that Martyn had to tread carefully. “Mm…Sorry m’lord-“ They apologized. “Hm.” Ren stared down at him with distaste. Playing with a strand of Martyn’s hair in his fingers “I don't like to be lied to , you know. What were you doing- /why are you wet-/” “I uh…I-” CRACK! Ren hit him again. “I was fishing!” Martyn gasped in pain , holding a hand to his red-blue bruised cheek “Fishing- Looking for fish-” “See? Not hard, now was that? Now come on. I need you back at the castle.” He grabbed Martyn’s hand with false tenderness, holding it with the same hand he had used to hit Martyn just moments ago, leading him back to the castle. Nothing good happened in the castle.