The Book Of IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:Vale, and ZOOL Oneshots

TamaSou (Fluff AU)

(A/N): A mermaid AU for our beloved MEZZO"! I felt the AU would suit them well.

It wasn’t as if Tamaki loved the sea. It was just that it sort of grew on you.

Tamaki had lived by the sea his whole life, along with his sister, Aya. The two of them moved out of the orphanage as soon as they were able to, with money Tamaki earned from part-time jobs.

His sister loved the sea. Tamaki certainly couldn’t say no to her, so they went every day, Aya running into the waves and seaspray and ‘ooh’ing and ‘aah’ing over pretty seashells, Tamaki hanging back with Ousama Pudding.

In the evenings, though, after Aya had fallen asleep, Tamaki would walk along the shore, Ousama Pudding in hand, pocketing seashells for Aya.

Until one day, he heard a voice from below the pier. The pier had always been in the background, so he hadn’t noticed it much. But now there was a wonderful voice from below the pier, singing.

Tamaki didn’t dare go further and hurriedly home.

But each evening, he’d take a few bold steps closer to the voice, before fleeing once again.

Until this evening, when he was close enough to see the owner of the voice.

Surely, Tamaki thought disbelievingly, this couldn’t be real. This was a dream.

The pinch didn’t help.

Yeah, that was a mermaid in front of him.

Or perhaps merman. The person was pretty enough to be either, with short white hair, purple eyes, and a lavender tail, sitting on a stone below the pier.

Okay, Tamaki had to pay a bit more attention to the tail. The individual scales were shaped like diamonds, and Tamaki was pretty sure they’d be sharp enough to be a dangerous weapon, except that their owner looked pretty peaceful and friendly. And the tail fin wasn’t like the ones you’d see on a little girl’s toy doll. They were thin and almost see-through lavender, same shade as the scales, one large main fin with smaller fins flaring outwards, and a long fin on the underside of the tail.

Yeah, Tamaki was close enough to see this. So what?

And thank god the person wasn’t naked either. A long white shawl rested on their shoulders, tugged close by two fragile-looking, pale hands. It reached down to the person’s waist, covering every bit of skin except the arms.

Tamaki took another cautious step forward.

And of course that was the moment when he tripped.

Tamaki let out a wordless shout as he flailed for balance, falling into the sea. He shut his eyes against the cold, salty water, but he never hit it.

Tamaki peeked out of one eye. Yeah, the mer-whatever wasn’t on the stone below the pier anymore. A pit opened in Tamaki’s stomach.

Tamaki opened his other eye and found his balance, cold sea water flooding his shoes as he slowly turned around.

“Are you hurt?” The mer-whatever asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Tamaki took one look at the mer-whatever - who was much, much prettier up close - and groaned. He pinched himself again. Nada. “Are you actually a real mermaid?”

The mer-whatever tilted his head, white hair falling into his purple eyes. His tail fins flicked upwards. “Um, I’m actually a ‘merman’, but mermaid’s fine.”

Tamaki lost feeling in his legs as he sat down in the sand, sea water inching up his legs. His pants would be soaked and caked in sand later, but there was a real-as-hell mermai- no, merman in front of his face. “Did you go from under the pier to here in literally one second?”

“It was actually zero-point-two-four seconds,” The merman said, interlacing his pale, slender fingers and lowering his hands into his lap. His tail curled gracefully around him.

Tamaki groaned again. Not only was there a literal merman in front of his face, it was a smart merman.

“Are you alright?” The merman asked concernedly again, his hands reaching up to Tamaki but freezing halfway, “Did I hurt you or anything?”

“No, Mm’m fine,” Tamaki mumbled.

The merman looked relieved and he lowered his hands. “Thank goodness,” he said, “I was worried.”

Tamaki looked up at the merman blankly. “Wait a moment. I don’t know your name.” He pointed to himself. “I’m Tamaki, though.”

The merman laughed, one of his hands rising to cover his mouth. “My name is Sogo,” He said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Tamaki nodded before remembering something important.

Very important.

“Where’s my Ousama Pudding?!?!”

“Oh, you mean this?” The merman - Sogo - pulled something out of his shawl, a confused and apologetic expression on his face. “I picked it up when I caught you.”

“My Ousama Pudding!” Tamaki yelled happily, taking the jar from Sogo. “Yay!”

“What is it?” Sogo asked curiously, moving closer for a better look at Tamaki peeled the top off and picked up the little plastic spoon that came with it in his hand.

Tamaki gasped. “How do you not know what Ousama Pudding is???”

Sogo looked sheepishly at him, light pink colouring his cheeks. “I don’t…?” He said nervously.

Tmaki looked at him, gaping, then to his Ousama Pudding in his hand, then back at Sogo, who stared at him hesitantly. “It’s only the best thing in the world!” Tamaki burst out.

Sogo listened as Tamaki explained what Ousama Pudding was. The merman’s tail fins flicked upward constantly.

At last, when Tamaki was out of breath, Sogo was looking at the jar of pudding like he was wondering how the pudding met with Tamaki’s grandly obsessive description.

Tamaki offered the pudding to Sogo. “Do you want to try some?”

Hesitantly Sogo said, “You don’t mind.”

Tamaki shook his head, thrusting out the pudding once more. Even if it was his treasured Ousama Pudding, how could someone have seriously never had it before?

Slender, pale fingers reached towards Tamaki’s hand, taking the spoon and jar. Sogo tilted his head again at Tamaki before taking a delicate spoonful and tasting it.

Tamaki waited as Sogo looked at him curiously. “It’s... sweet?” He offered, taking another spoonful. “Very sweet,” He amended, handing the jar and spoon back to Tamaki. He smiled. “But I like it.”

Tamaki grinned in return.