Your SirenAU has me fucked up, man. All I can imagine is angst. Like, a transformed merman!Jack getting attacked or rammed into, crushing the clutch he’s carrying. He’s so distraught that he refuses Gabriel’s help and continues carrying the dying eggs and Gabe has to watch him get sicker and sicker until finally holding him down and forcefully removing them, promising that they can try again. Whyyyy can’t I just imagine happy things?!

I think this is a natural reaction when faced with the amount of conflict-free fluff we have here.  I had to fight this tendency myself when finishing the story, but I picked my ground (uninterrupted weird porn) and stuck to it!  But in a story where, say, things actually happen, there certainly would be adventures and menaces and tragic happenings to break up the smooching and cuddlefests.

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