Hiiiiii! So...here's A new fic for ya. Not even the poor Little Mermaid is safe from my imagination :p Sowwy Ariel...and Treasure Planet for that matter! Jim Hawkins makes an appearance, idk where I got the idea of pairing Jim and Eric...come to think of it this was supposed to be a TP fic...what the neck?! Where am I? Anyway read and review :)

CHAPTER 1

It took all of 3 months for their marriage to fall apart.

Burying her head into the pillow, Ariel's tears fell free and full of sorrow. They traveled a well worn path across her perky nose, down ivory cheeks and disappeared into the cerulean silk adorned with the crest of her beloved's kingdom. "Eric..." she whispered between hitching breaths, "Eric...why?" Her words drifted out into the air before being absorbed by the spacious void of the empty bedroom. The dark tapestried walls loomed over her in stoic silence, they had no heart, held no comfort for her but pitifully seemed to quiet her sobs from the outside world; keeping her anguish a secret.

It all seemed so...perfect in the beginning, a love at first sight that only bloomed more and more as the days drifted by. She, Ariel - Princess of Atlantica - transcended so many obstacles to be with the human she'd fallen in love with. She defied her father's wish to stay away from them, traded her fins, voice and the aquatic world she'd known all her life for legs and a chance to live on land, she'd even won Eric's heart without the voice she knew he'd fallen in love with. He in turn invited her into his home, fallen for her and even risked his life to set her free from Ursula's trick. It was supposed to...supposed to be their happily ever after.

So what went wrong?

She relented to her racing mind with a sigh; sleep would not take her away from her problems, not without any help anyway. The crimson haired queen rose from her dampened pillow, cringing at the throbbing headache that comes from crying too much and started towards the other side of the room. It was 'absolutely undignified' as Grimbsy often said the way she looked and carried herself in that moment. Instead of gliding across the hardwood floor with a polished air as she usually did, the rumpled royal stumbled and staggered carelessly, bumping into the furniture and upsetting a priceless vase from it's resting place as she made her way through the royal bedchambers to the table. She watched it shatter and made an empty promise to clean it up later; her hand surpassed the half-filled goblet of Sparrow's Rum and went straight to the bottle.

Ariel lifted the dark olive container, running a chipped polish nail across the painted label of a pirate sitting under a palm tree with his arm extended, acting as a perch for a small blue sparrow. Humans were so good and creating things that took the world away when it was too much to bear. One swig and already the pain became fuzzy.

A soft knock came from the doorway, Ariel could hear the turning of the knob and the click that was the doorjamb giving way. A presence filled the room, it wouldn't be Eric, never Eric, Eric was busy with...other things. Blessed Poseidon, as much as she willed it, as much as it should have been him, she knew all too well that when she turned and looked anyone but her husband will be standing in the door way and she'll end up hating that stubborn shred of girlish hope for holding on to nothing.

The door closed and soft footsteps padded against the hardwood floor, growing only slightly in sound as they approached her, a hand on her shoulder followed by the scent of bourbon and a musky cologne confirmed what she already knew, it wasn't Eric. The raven-haired ruler smelled of the open ocean, of the free and salty air that used to be her home, the home she'd relinquished to be with him. This scent was one of her many substitutes.

"Queen, I am at your service" her suitor murmured drunkedly, his breath was as repulsive as the way he leered at her from underneath his sweaty brown bangs. Ariel didn't know why he was there, she hadn't called for him, what she did know was that he wanted sex. Ariel took another swig of the bottle and polished off what was in the goblet, "I don't recall summoning your services, Hans." She mumbled as she poured herself after gobletfull. From the corner of her eye she saw him tense with anger at the cold way she regarded him, an action that led her to believe he'd probably had another fight with his wife. Most women would never dare insult a man for fear of retaliation, but Ariel wasn't like most women. She was always outspoken, though that had once been for the better good, now she spat indiscriminately at anyone who crossed her. Crass and vulgar. Through her drunken haze she vaguely remembered a time in which she used to be a person with morals, someone who would never trifle with the sanctity of another person's marriage. Thanks to Eric however that loving, trusting girl was put out like a sharp breath against a gentle flame and was replaced by the spiteful, weeping mess Hans was currently trying to bed.

"Will you not offer a faithful servant some comfort from his wife's cruel hand?" Hans asked, confirming Ariel's suspicions. He made his way around her chair to face her, moving only to kneel and take her hands into his own. He grabbed her wrist and gently bent it, exposing her palm so he could lay a series of kisses upon it, "Permit me to be your companion for the night and I vow to send you into a euphoric stupor that supersedes the pleasure even the finest bottle of rum can give," he murmured into her soft akin. Ariel smirked as he forgoed waiting for permission and took it upon himself to slide his hands under her nightgown and pushed it upwards, running his long fingers up her legs and eventually her now exposed thighs.

The queen leaned forwards and ran her own slender digits through her lover's hair, slicking his wet locks back so she could see his face. She could hear his breath quickened as she gently scratched his scalp, his eyes gazed into hers in carnal anticipation. From her sitting position she could see the area between his legs, most notably the hardening bulge at the center of his cream colored pantaloons. A smile graced her lips, "Such a bold claim, my dear." she murmured seductively, "Were I a newcomer to the land of your eloquent promises, I'd shiver with eagerness."

Hans sucked through his teeth, wincing in pain as Ariel grabbed the crown of his hair and pulled tightly, she watched as some of the hairs snapped away from the skin from the amount of tension she was putting on them. Her face set into a cruel scowl, "I am not however new to your tricks and I know that your claim for a passionate night is just that: a claim!" she threw him away from her, rising to her feet as he went crashing to the ground.

Hans recovered as best as he could, rising and grabbing at his burning scalp, with a pivotal he stated towards her, "You impertinent wench!" he spat, not caring that he was speaking to the Queen of Coasthaven. He quickly however abandoned his rage when he saw her head for the red bedside tassle he knew would summon the guards.

"My queen!" He half screamed, Ariel turned to see him bow, "Forgive my crass intrusion and appalling behavior,' he choked, the jilted brunette then turned and started towards her bedroom door. He stopped only to cast a final sideways glance, "I shall bother you no more."

The unplanned annoyance gone, Ariel relaxed and made her way back to the table. She sat down in the cold wooden chair, poured out the remaining alcohol into the goblet and began to think back, dissecting her mind for the exact point when it all went to hell…

So yeah this'll probably end up being turned into a mature story...lol. let me know what you think!