#m!a on: merman

[pegraham]

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When rugby star Jesse Brannon buys the house of his dreams in the small coastal town he grew up in, the sea calls to him. While diving through the reefs and kelp forest of the private bay, he comes across something unexpected -- an injured merman. His late mother always told him there were mermaids in the water, but Jesse never thought she really meant it.

As Jesse does his best to help the lonely, injured merman recover, he finds himself falling in love. The two of them grow closer, learn how to communicate, and overcome their differences in anatomy, but the impossibility of a future together starts to weigh on Jesse. Time is running out and Jesse will have to leave the house by the bay as soon as the new season starts. Will his new mate understand and wait for him, or will he lose him forever?

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 2

Yandere Goblin Shark Merman x Purple Firefish Merman Reader (CW: Kidnapping, blood, pain, peril, sharkman yandere, mermen, merfolk, anglerfish merfolk that try to kill the reader, minor character death, their living privileges are revoked most thoroughly, thalassophobia, a horrible title with a very forced pun for which I refuse to apologize) Word count: 1k (Sorry this took 11 months for me to start. No smut here, but I think if you read both parts together they fit nicely. Happy mermay!!) First part can be found here: Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 1 

It was easy to make the decision that you should try to make a break for it, there was nothing he could do to you if you were caught that he hadn’t already done and even a small possibility of making it home was worth it. You held your breath as you carefully extricated yourself from Damian’s sleep-loosened grasp, you had enough wits about you to grab a sharp looking dagger Damian had hanging on the wall, and then quickly made your exit out of the sea cave that he called his home.

Wasting no time you swam with all the urgency that your exhausted and aching body could muster. You remembered the general direction and swam and swam and swam.

But once the sea cave was behind you you were left in the cold embrace of open ocean. Your whole life was spent inside the city and reef you had called home, over time the natural homing instincts of your kind had been almost completely lost and you were no exception.

While you were indeed heading in the correct general direction that wasn’t enough as just being a bit off would end with you not being able to find your way home. Inevitably you veered just a bit and found yourself completely lost, though you didn’t realize it yet.

Only when you felt that you had swam for hours did you finally realize that you should have already arrived back to the safety of your home.

Now you were panicking, this was not a place for you. This was not a good place for anyone except the mightiest predators of the ocean. And you were vulnerable. You were tired from your previous struggles trying to escape Damian after he tied you up, you were battered, bruised, and sore from the rough fucking he had imposed on you, you were tired from your hours long swim in search of home, and to top it all off you were weighed down by being full of Damian’s eggs.

You could practically hear your heartbeat, sure that at any moment something or someone would emerge from the endless blue surrounding you and make a meal of you. Your hand shook as you gripped the dagger you stole tightly. 

In your fear you desperately searched aimlessly for any sign of your beloved reef. But it was simply no use. You were on the verge of tears, but then things got even worse…

Suddenly you were swept up in a powerful current! Had you been at full strength you almost certainly could have been able to power through it and remove yourself, but in your current state there was just nothing for it. You were swept deeper and even farther away from your goal. You were unable to even maintain a grip on your weapon as it drifted uselessly below. 

You were only swept up in the current for several minutes but it felt like hours, when you were finally released you found yourself a decent distance above a large and sinister looking trench. The cold caused you to shiver, you were not used to the cold water that occurred at this depth.

Out of the trench you saw three orbs of light shortly followed by the dimly illuminated forms of three thin merfolk of some kind, too far away to really make them out. You immediately dashed away as best you could but your own bioluminescence gave you away and made for an easy hunt.

It didn’t help that the current had beaten most of your remaining energy out of you.

They easily began catching up to you and you could soon see that these were anglerfish merfolk, if the sickly green glow of their lures didn’t give them away then the wide empty eyes and the wide gaping maws and lolling tongues certainly did.

"Please! Please leave me alone!" You sobbed desperately.

As they steadily pursued you and came ever closer they finally entered striking distance. They lunged. 

You spun around sharply, smacking one away with your tail with strength you didn't know you had while dodging another. But a few lucky strikes couldn't save you from a small pack of skilled predators. 

The third one managed to catch your arm and bit down on your hand causing you to shriek in pain. Red flowed from your arm behind you as you managed to shake your assailant loose. You swam as fast as you could but you didn't make it far before you were pulled back by the sharp clawed hands of these angler folk. 

"NO NO NO NOOO!" You screamed, hurting your throat, as you felt teeth sink into your tail.

Suddenly the pressure of the bite stopped as the anglers that had their hands on you were pulled swiftly backwards. Confused, you looked up to see your hero, Damian, as he crushed the throat of one of the anglers and viciously bit into another until it stopped moving.

The final one came at him and grabbed it and easily snapped its neck.

Now that all three had been deaded most thoroughly Damian swam over to you where you were struggling to keep yourself in place in the water.

"Fucking dumbass! What were you thinking!? That you could just run off? Think I couldn’t follow your scent?"

Despite his harsh words he gently picked you up and held you close. 

"When I woke up without you in my arms I was so fucking pissed! But... looks like you learned your lesson so... I won't be hard on you..." He kissed your head and started swimming back to his nest. He wanted your wounds dressed as soon as possible and then he wanted to hold and kiss you as you slept in his arms.

"Your wounds don't look life threatening but I still need to treat em'. Okay babe?" 

You responded only with a soft sniffling whimper and by burying your head in his neck. You were bruised, bleeding, and fatigued. You just wanted to be home, and you supposed that meant Damian's den because you surely weren't ever going to attempt to escape again. 

[stormyoceans]

the real question is: when will GMMTV see the vision and finally give me the forcebook + jossgawin mermen BL of my dreams

[julie-loves-cake]

The circle of life (One of the first FNF AUs I made was a mermaid AU)

It’s the last day of Mermay, but I drew this a few days ago. They’re so sweet.

[muzdiir]

fish

[tekkenenjoyerblue]

It’s May and I haven’t drawn any merfolk, so I need to remedy that…just as soon as I’m not at work

[memoryaqua]

[neko-sufis-world]

Mermaid! Neko-Sufi AU

Merman! Rama: Even you are my bestest friendzy ever, I will never leave you alone, because i'll protect you from danger 😀

(I wonder what Mermaid! Neko will respond to him -v-)

Mermaid! Neko-Sufi: Awww.. Bestie, that's so sweet for you. But, don't worry. I can take care by myself -v-'

[dearestones]

Underwater Delights (Vietnam x Merman! Reader)

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: Hi, so I read one of your fics from a long while ago, about Hungary and a merman. I    gotta I say I absolutely loved it, and would it be alright, with all due respect, to request a similar premise for a fic?

It's HWS Vietnam X Merman. Vietnam is alone strolling on the beach. That's where she notices something struggling in the water; A merman that's trapped in a fisherman's net. So, Vietnam frees the merman, who is thankful. He then offers her to take underwater to see a wonderful sight. Vietnam, hesitant at first, agrees, and the merman creates an air bubble around her to breath in. From there, he pushes her bubble to a deep underwater ravine. There, Vietnam bioluminescent creatures, that glow in the dark around her, which amazes her.

Again, I hope this is okay to request something similar to a previous anon's request. Happy February!

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For the first time in what felt like forever, Vietnam finally had enough time for herself. She always loved spending time by herself to relax after a day's hard work, but for the past few weeks, in preparation for another international summit, she barely had enough time to sleep, much less walk around her home.

Now that preparations were set and Vietnam had already packed for the trip the following morning, she had just enough time for an evening stroll. For some reason that she could not discern, she thought it prudent that she wander along one of her nation's ports.

Because it was nearing the end of the day, there weren't a lot of people milling about. Above Vietnam, the sky was steadily transitioning from the warm, vibrant hues of golden orange into the gentle caresses of blue and violet. Another day well spent, the worn Nation thought to herself with satisfaction. 

As she peered into the horizon, she began to hear something that at first piqued her interest before gradually transitioning into that of panic and alarm. Near one of the boats that was already tied to port, there was the sound of panicked thrashing that disturbed the water. Already, her mind was working into overdrive as her feet pounded against the wooden floorboards. 

Was someone drowning? 

No sooner did Vietnam finally make her way to one of the smaller boats did she realize that it wasn’t one of her civilians who was making such a ruckus in the water, but rather… A peculiar creature. 

There was a young man in the water, but at the same time, it wasn’t. His upper half looked like he was a male in his early twenties, but his skin was faintly green with splotches of brown and blue. Where his ears should have been were a pair of fin-like appendages and his skin was faintly patterned with glistening scales. However, it was his lower half—the half that moved the most—that caught and held Vietnam’s attention. 

Thrashing with great abandon, a long tail glistened and gleamed underneath the dying light of the sun’s warm rays. Like his upper half, it was a light green flecked with browns and blues. Closer observation revealed that the fins at the end of his tail were pointed and triangular like a fish. 

“A mermaid,” Vietnam whispered under her breath. 

Many Nations who lived fairly close to the ocean had said that they were beautiful, but horrifying, their natures as turbulent and as willful as the sea that spawned them. Not many of Vietnam’s kind were willing to spend more time than necessary interacting with sea folk. In fact, Vietnam had sighted a couple mermaids from time to time over the past few hundred years but had never dared get in the water for fear of drowning. 

This one, Vietnam surmised, was more dangerous because it was caught in the net that a careless fisherman must have accidentally dropped into the water. Most animals were keen on putting up a fight when cornered, but children of the sea were particularly vicious if the stories that she heard could be believed. Yet, despite the dangers that the merman posed, Vietnam knew that she couldn’t leave him alone. 

Carefully, she approached the merman and lightly splashed the water to grab his attention. The effect was near instantaneous. It was as if Vietnam had set off a grenade instead of cupping some water in her hands and aiming at him. Swiveling his head with the speed and uncanniness of an eldritch being, the merman ceased all movement and appraised the Nation.

Not knowing if the merman knew her language, Vietnam chose to speak slowly and clearly, her movements steady and minimal. The last thing she needed before an important conference was to show up covered in bandages or attending the meeting through her computer. (She could brush off petty insults any day of the week, but she’d rather not show off weakness like that so openly).

“I won’t hurt you.” The merman chittered under his breath softly, but other than that, there was no other response. Taking that as a good sign, she continued, “I’ll help.” 

Carefully, she waded into the water and began to untangle the merman from the trap. What she noticed as her hands deftly moved the netting, it was that it would be easy to set him free. Had he kept a cool head and used his hands instead of trying to swim out of the net, he would have left sooner. Still, though, Vietnam was grateful that she didn’t need to go looking for a knife to free him of the net. 

The sooner she freed the merman, the sooner she wouldn’t have to worry about him trying to drown her. 

After a few tense minutes of Vietnam maneuvering the heavy netting away from the merman’s tail and his fins, Vietnam finally relieved the sea creature of its burden. At this point, the merman had taken to looking at Vietnam with much less hostility than when she had first encountered him. In fact, she even thought that he looked thoughtful. 

Whatever the case, he was now free. 

Free to leave. 

Free to drown her. 

Just as Vietnam was about to back away slowly, the merman floated closer and beckoned her to him with a scaly hand. His face was expressionless, but the claws on his hands still gave the Nation pause. As if sensing her unease, the merman gave a slight nod before holding up his hand again in placation. 

“Do you want me… to come closer?” 

It had been a while since Vietnam had interacted with some of her mythological creatures, but even she knew that most of them didn’t just reach out like that. Perhaps the merman was thankful for her rescue? What was he going to do now? Creatures like him did not have the same morals or beliefs like humans and Nations did. 

When the merman did not relent in reaching out, Vietnam sighed and prayed that if she did die tonight, that she would regenerate quickly so that she could get on the flight come morning. 

She grasped his hand, scaly and uncomfortably slick with slime. 

For a moment, all was still, and then—

The merman spoke. 

The words that flowed from his tongue were not at all like any sort of human tongue that Vietnam had been acquainted with for so long. The sounds and clicks were foreign to her, not bearing any resemblance to any of her closest siblings’ languages or from her fellow Nations on far off continents. Before Vietnam could connect sound to language, she saw that she was becoming ensconced in some sort of transparent cocoon. 

Trembling, she stroked the surface. 

It bent and it warped under her touch, but refused to break. 

With the hand that the merman continued to grasp her wrist, he gently tugged her underneath the water. Inside of the bubble, Vietnam couldn’t help but marvel at her surroundings. She was neither wet nor cold, cramped or uncomfortable. Rather, she imagined that this was the closest to floating on a cloud. 

As the merman continued to guide her bubble deeper into the ocean, the sights became all the more ethereal. Vietnam was no scuba diver, but she could easily guess that she was getting a front row seat to what they would have seen during their dives. Schools of fish swam gently in coordination, creatures that roamed upon the ocean floor scuttled to and fro seeking shelter. Most of the creatures paid Vietnam and the merman no mind, but there was a skittish octopus that immediately absconded the instant it saw the merman. 

Deeper and deeper the both of them went and when Vietnam was just about to ask if the merman was going to release her any time soon, they were deep into an abyss of darkness. A part of her thought that this must be the merman’s plan all along: lure her in with a false sense of security and then drown her. At the very least, if she regenerated, her body may end up floating up to the surface. Maybe.

However, the merman let go of her hand and then—

“Oh my.”

It started at the very tips of the fins at the end of his tail and then began to light up all around his body before stopping at his sculpted features. Bright, bioluminescent lights up the expanse of the darkness below and now that Vietnam was truly paying attention, she noticed that many other fish were also glowing. 

It was beautiful.

The awe must have showed on her face because no sooner did she subtly move closer to the merman as if to take a better look, the merman held her hand again and began to swim in a way that reminded her of dancing.  

And in that light of his bioluminescence, Vietnam decided that she would rather stay a little while longer.

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[yudidoodles]

Heyyyy its just straight up yansim ocs again- listen I can't even begin to explain the lore here I just really love Hazu is the moral of it all

Left girlie is a vampire squid (and a succubus hence the,,, look), right baby boi is a spider fish (deep sea fish from Australia) just trust me on my choices here it makes sense in my lore

[pegraham]

Harbored by P.E. Graham - Out now!

[godnectar]

What is your favorite mythical creature?

[cleaner-in-grey]

merman time? :3c Yes this is an M!A and can be as long as you're comfortable.

(lol, he's feeling a bit...eel) He had no idea how the hell this could've happened. Could it have been in the water? Could someone have done this to him while he was sleeping?

Point was, he was going to have to sneak his way through a whole ass base and get to the damn water. Ugh... What a pain in the ass.

So, he just started to pull himself towards where he knew the water was. Rudolf was pretty glad he had good upper body strength though the air was too fucking dry.

[drawnmonster]

Another Merman or Mermale ;)

My Mermay-2019 ;)))

[indie-bard-maiden]

Black Crescent Bay

(my NOVEL on wattpad, not to be confused with the short story in my short story collection 'The Ballad of Hollowfaye'! This is just another siren story that also takes place in my fictional town of Hollowfaye. Different characters but same setting.)

Esmarie Kestrel is a human girl. A normal human girl. She's 21, attends Hollowfaye Community College, and JUST wants to make it to the fashion show at the end of her senior year. She's a seamstress, a designer for her school's Theater, and that's ALL she cares about. Who needs math? But also who needs sleep? ESMARIE DOES! So she'd appreciate it if this siren fishboy who calls himself her mate would stop haunting her dreams and giving her DREADFULLY awful romantic visions of their lives together! And while he's at it, he could TAKE her stupid mermaid tail back because EW!

(1)

the dream

The tale starts like this:

My name is Esmarie Kestrel. I'm 21 years old, and I'm studying at Hollowfaye Community College in hopes of majoring in Theater Arts and minoring in Fashion Design. I want to be a seamstress for productions, to make costumes that are performed in.

But the dreams I have every night have been haunting me in my waking life. Even my professors have commented on the drastic change in me.

"Ms. Kestrel," Madame Karpe said when she pulled me to the side after I'd pricked the lead five times in the rump with my needle. I'd been trying to perfect the way the dress fit on her, but I'd only made it lopsided. It nearly exposed her breasts every time she practiced the choreo. "Didn't sleep well?"

It wasn't really a question because it was obvious. The dark purple circles under my eyes were screaming at everyone who looked at me, and what they were saying was: "DON'T SPEAK TO ME! I'M CRIMINALLY OVERWORKED AND UNDERPAID! AND MORE THAN THAT, I'M JUST A GIRL! AN INDENTURED SERVANT BUT A GIRL, NONETHELESS!!!"

"No, ma'am, I've been trying to stay awake." She gave me a questioning look, but I didn't elaborate. I left class early, and everyone was secretly relieved. I couldn't blame them.

And I couldn't explain why I didn't want to sleep, you see. Because nobody would take me seriously. What's there to be scared of in a dream? Nothing can hurt you there.

Only, this boy could. This boy who's been haunting me.

I remember only this about the reoccurring dreams: His touch was real. I could feel his webbed fingers lingering around me even when I awoke. I could still see the glowing of his moonstone white-blue eyes. They were bigger than my fists and had black beads alongside them. The black orbs blinked as if the three pairs of them were a collection of secondary eyes, trying to track my movement and my detail.

It was when he opened his mouth, the sharp grey-white razors that traveled in rows to the back of his throat, that I attempted to scream. Only I was chugging down ocean water, right into my lungs. I coughed it back out, and he seemed to laugh at this. Ink-black hair that floated around his face as he reached out for me, trying to pull me closer, trying to pull me down with him.

His fingers clenched around my throat, his claws pressed into my racing heartbeat. His head tilted to the side. The globe-like moonstones flickered between both of my eyes and then down to my lips.

I wanted to vomit. I needed to hurl. I desired nothing more than to gag at his proximity, at his very existence.

He didn't have eyelids, but his pupils expanded, making it look as though he was shutting his eyes as he leaned forward. His hand moved from my neck, tangling gently into my sandy brown hair. He was soft and sensual, and, even worse, slimy.

I tried to push back, but he had an unnatural strength. It was unsurprising. His biceps were bigger than my face, his abs looked stronger than a brick wall. I didn't like when they were used against me. I didn't like that he was going in for a kiss and there was nothing I could do to get away from this sharkbait of a man.

"Please, don't." My voice was muffled by bubbles.

He understood anyway. He paused and just swam there in one place, holding me to his chest, stroking my cheek ever so softly, as if he were scared his brute strength would hurt me.

"I won't hurt you." He whispered. It was music. A melody when there was no music. It almost made me reconsider my rejection. It lured me in. Like maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let him kiss me. It was just a dream after all. "I would never hurt you."

"I-I just want to wake up." I shook off the safety he gave me. It was an illusion. It had to be. This guy had a tail, a mermaid tail, for fuck's sake. "Please," I begged, pushing him away. He was confused and hurt, but he let me go anyway. "Please, I just want to wake up. This isn't real."

He didn't say anything else. But he left. There I stayed, floating in the icy cold waters, waiting for my alarm to wake me and return me ashore.

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