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libraryofgage · 1 year ago

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Pirate/Mermaid Steddie One

There is way more mermaid culture world-building than I intended, but that's the fun part lmao

This part discusses injuries, has a mention of mutilation in passing, and involves stitching up a large wound. Nothing is graphic, but there are some descriptions of pain

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future parts!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't

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There were a few things Eddie expected from this raid. Gold, of course. Supplies like food, obviously. Some new weapons, surely.

A fucking mermaid? Nowhere near that list of expected things.

And yet, here he stands in the doorway of the raided ship captain's cabin, caught in a staring contest with a merman that's definitely seen better days.

He's stuck in a tiny wooden tub, his tail forced against his chest as the rest of it flops over the edge and trails the floor. His blue-and-green with inexplicable hints of orange scales are dull, too dull, and Eddie is trying really hard to control the sheer rage he feels at the jagged cut that drags down the middle of the tail and through the fin at the bottom. The edges of the wound have crusted over, but it still looks painful, and Eddie knows it was meant to keep the merman from using his tail to escape.

Eddie takes a step into the cabin, ready to just scoop the merman up and take him back to his ship. But he stops when the merman tenses, his entire body somehow becoming more rigid. His hands on the edge of the tub tighten, his sharp nails digging into the slowly rotting wood. He's staring at Eddie like he's some new threat, which seriously is not gonna help with the whole "take the gorgeous merman with incredible hair and alluring brown eyes back to his ship and nurse him back to health" thing.

Eddie freezes and holds his hands up. "Sorry," he says, keeping his voice low and soothing. The merman doesn't relax much, but his nails are no longer digging into the wood. Eddie figures that's a tiny win.

"I'm Captain Eddie of the Corroded Coffin. We didn't expect to find you here, sweetheart."

The nickname just slips out, an unthinking attempt to butter the merman up and an admission of his own thoughts. The merman's eyes narrow, slowly looking Eddie over as though sizing him up.

Eddie lets him, perfectly content with standing still if it means the merman will give him even one iota more of his trust. "That doesn't look very comfortable," he says, nodding to the tub. "Would you like some help?"

The merman relaxes a little more, and Eddie has no clue what he did to cause that. Before he can think too much about it, the merman points to a dresser on the other side of the room, looking at Eddie expectantly.

"You want something from there?"

The merman nods, which tells Eddie he at least understands human language. That doesn't give him any idea if the merman can speak it, though.

He walks over to the dresser and looks at the merman, pointing to each drawer in turn until the merman nods. The fourth drawer is, apparently, the correct one. When Eddie opens it, he finds a small treasure trove. It must be a collection of trophies from the ship captain's previous raids.

A quick glance reveals a gold crown with rubies, several diamond rings, a few silver bracelets with various gemstones along the bands, and a pearl and seashell necklace thrown on top. Eddie knows the merman probably wants that necklace most, but he can't help thinking of a rumor that mermaids like shiny things.

The drawer is full of shiny things.

He hesitates for less than a second before pulling out the entire drawer itself and turning around. "I'm not sure what you want from here," he lies, smiling apologetically at the merman. "Can I come close enough to show you?"

The merman stares at him before slowly nodding once, suspicion practically radiating off of him. Eddie flashes a more genuine smile and slowly approaches, giving the merman enough time to reject his presence. When he's a few steps away, Eddie crouches and tilts the drawer so the merman can see what's inside.

Immediately, the merman reaches out and snatches the pearl and seashell necklace. The gills on the side of his neck flutter slightly as he puts it on, and Eddie wonders if that's a sign of relief. "Was that everything you wanted?" he asks.

The merman glances at him, one hand still lingering on the necklace. He glances down at the drawer again, seeming to argue with himself before reaching out and removing the crown and every bracelet. He carefully slips the bracelets on and clutches the crown in his hands.

"Anything else?" Eddie asks, his tone indulgent. It must be reassuring, though, because the merman looks at him with curiosity more than anything else. It's like he's trying to figure out what he can get away with.

A few seconds pass before the merman glances down at the drawer. His gaze lingers at the edges, and Eddie starts to wonder what could possibly be there when the merman points at one of his rings.

Eddie blinks, following the merman's finger to a chunky ring. It's shaped like a bat with emeralds for eyes and diamonds for teeth. It's one of Eddie's favorites; he found it on his first raid, took it right off the captain's hand himself. Nobody has ever dared ask to touch it, let alone have it.

Without a second thought, Eddie puts the drawer down, slips the ring off his finger, and offers it to the merman. It sits in the palm of his hand, meaning they'd have to touch if the merman really wants it that badly.

Slowly, the merman reaches for the ring, his nails tickling against Eddie's palm as he takes it. From the light brush against Eddie's fingers, the merman's skin is cool, exactly like jumping into the ocean on a hot day.

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Steve is a firm believer in the power of small comforts, especially as it relates to the growth of his guppies. Dustin has long outgrown his baby tail belt, but he still wraps it around his wrist every morning. El and Will no longer need the seaweed and coral dolls Steve made for them when they were barely able to swim a straight line, but they still tuck them in every night.

So, when the human (Eddie, Steve reminds himself) offers up a drawer filled with shiny jewelry, Steve doesn't hold himself back. The bracelets make him feel grounded, the crown gives him something to clutch without the risk of breaking it, and the ring...

Well, the ring was more to see if Eddie's actions would match his tone. And because Steve thought it was fascinatingly grotesque. What kind of creature would have wings without feathers? Sure, the gulls he sometimes sees near the surface are confusing, but the ring depicts something even further beyond his imagination. What's up with the sharp teeth? Why must the eyes be green? Does it know it's a freak of nature?

Anyway, the jewelry helps. Steve uses it to distract himself from the sheer agony screaming from his tail when Eddie lifts him out of the cramped tub. He thinks about which bracelet he'll give to which guppy (Robin will get the crown) when the edges of his tailfin graze against Eddie's legs as he confidently walks across a plank connecting the two ships. He closely studies the featherless wings on the ring to avoid thinking about what's to come when Eddie sets him down on a large, surprisingly comfortable bed in another private cabin and starts gathering a needle and thread.

There's not much left to distract him when Eddie kneels next to the bed and looks up at him, his eyes reminding Steve of his guppies when they've done something bad and need him to clean up the mess.

"This is gonna hurt," Eddie tells him, his voice soft and gentle and full of regret as he grabs a bottle from the table next to the bed.

The liquid inside is clear, and Steve would think it was water if his nose hadn't been hit with such an astringent scent when Eddie opened it. Before he can fully process the smell, Eddie tips the bottle and pours the liquid onto Steve's tail.

An involuntary screech rips out of his throat, a burning sensation clawing along the cut and making his scales buzz. Without thinking, Steve grabs Eddie's wrist and yanks it away, his lips pulled back in a snarl that reveals sharp teeth. Despite the physical pain, Steve thinks the worst part is that he let himself get distracted by small comforts and warm brown eyes and Eddie's soft voice.

He should know better.

"Shit," Eddie mutters, quickly dropping the now-empty bottle to the floor. It cracks but doesn't break, and he looks up at Steve. "I should've explained that better. Holy fuck, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I had to clean it. If I sewed it up without doing so, it might get infected."

Steve narrows his eyes, his grip tightening briefly as he studies Eddie's face. He seems genuinely apologetic, and Steve understands his intentions once he's processed Eddie's words. Steve had to do something similar when Mike and Lucas bothered a shark too much. Their wounds weren't nearly as bad as Steve's, but they'd still cried and shouted when Steve and Robin had to pull teeth and bits of coral out of their wounds before wrapping them in seaweed.

"I'm done with that part, though," Eddie says, his voice practically desperate for Steve to understand. "You can squeeze my shoulder or something while I sew it up."

A few seconds pass before Steve nods once, slowly letting go of Eddie's wrist. As Eddie starts threading the needle, Steve places his hand on his shoulder, bracing himself for the upcoming pain by squeezing the crown in his other hand.

Eddie takes a deep breath as he glances up at Steve. He licks his lips, looking back at the top of the cut. "Okay, I'm starting now," he says, waiting long enough to see Steve nod before starting the first stitch.

The alcohol hurt. The stitching is a fucking bitch. But, honestly, none of it is as bad as when that first disgusting human dragged a dagger through Steve's tail. He still hisses, gripping Eddie's shoulder tighter and unable to stop his nails from digging into his skin. Despite how it must hurt, Eddie doesn't flinch, and Steve feels a little better.

"You know," Eddie says, mostly focused on keeping his hand steady and his stitches even, "I wish I knew your name. I can't keep calling you sweetheart."

He could. Steve wouldn't mind it. But he also knows it isn't entirely fair that Eddie doesn't know he can speak. They'll need to be able to talk, Steve thinks, if they're going to be around each other for a while longer.

And Eddie has been kind enough that Steve wouldn't mind being around him for however long it takes his tail to heal.

"Steve," he says.

To his credit, Eddie doesn't drop the needle. He does tense for a moment, his hand pausing as he looks up. "What?" he asks.

"My name. It's Steve."

"You can talk."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Eddie hums, looking back at the cut as he starts stitching again. "You didn't say anything before," Eddie says.

"The last human who saw me mutilated my tail," Steve replies.

"Fair. Is, uh, is your name really Steve?"

"That's the closest translation to your language."

"What's your name in your language?"

Steve hesitates for a moment before clearing his throat. He feels his gills flutter, trying to create the bubble pattern that accompanies his name as he lets out a rhythmic series of squeaks and clicks with a short hiss at the end.

A few seconds pass after he's done. And then Eddie nods once and says, "Steve it is. How'd you get caught, Stevie?"

Ignoring the slight urge to point out that Eddie said his name wrong, Steve frowns slightly. "One of my guppies got caught in that ship's net. I got them out but was caught myself."

"One of your...guppies?"

"Yes. You would call them...children, I think?"

Eddie has nearly reached the middle of Steve's tail by now, and his hand falters once more. "Children? Aren't you...a little young?"

Steve bristles, glaring at Eddie. He's heard that same question plenty of times from members of other pods before, and he's tired of it. "What does it matter if they are happy and healthy?" he asks.

"Sorry," Eddie whispers, glancing up at Steve. There's something he can't quite read in Eddie's eyes. "Do you raise them alone?"

"What? No, of course not. My partner, Robin, raises them with me. We have seven guppies, with an eighth on the way."

"An eighth?!" Eddie asks, sounding strained as he pauses his stitching once more to look up at Steve. "Shit, man, shouldn't you give Robin a break?"

Steve blinks, tilting his head slightly. "Why would she need a break?" he asks.

"She's already popped out seven!"

Suddenly, Steve realizes what the disconnect is. He blinks once more and dissolves into laughter. "Oh!" he says, the exclamation broken by a giggle as he tries to calm himself down. "No, no, she is my partner, not my mate. Besides, she doesn't even like mermen."

Eddie seems to relax at Steve's explanation, his shoulders dropping and his voice significantly lighter as he starts stitching again and says, "Oh, I see. Then whose kids are they?"

"Technically, they belong to the pod," Steve explains, gritting his teeth as Eddie reaches the tailfin. He feels warm all over, his nerves jumping and his scales feeling half-ready to just fall off. "Each pod has at least two caretakers. Mates have a guppy and let caretakers raise them while they focus on their own roles within the pod."

"Do you like being a caretaker?"

"Yeah," Steve says, managing a shaky smile despite the tugging on his tailfin and Eddie's fingers pressing against his scales. "They're my guppies. I'd drain the oceans for them."

"And, uh, what about your mate? Do they mind you being so...devoted to the guppies?"

It's not at all subtle, but Steve finds it oddly endearing nonetheless. He slowly exhales, forcing himself to loosen his grip on Eddie's shoulder. "I don't have one."

Just like before, Eddie seems to relax some at the answer. He also finishes stitching, tying off the thread with a secure knot before carefully cutting away the excess. "Well, uh, we'll get you healed up and back to your guppies as soon as possible," he says, looking up at Steve.

"It needs to be wrapped in kelp. And, uh, I'll need a tub. You know, with seawater."

Eddie nods along, flashing a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, Stevie, I'll get you anything you want," he promises.

"Anything?" Steve asks, leaning forward some as he tilts his head.

"I already gave you my favorite ring, sweetheart."

Steve glances down at said ring, wondering what about it could possibly make it Eddie's favorite. He can't immediately figure it out, but that doesn't change the sweet warmth and anticipation for the time he'll spend with Eddie that he suddenly feels.

#steddie #steddie fic #high seas steddie #that's gonna be the fic tag for this series btw #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fluff #my writing

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ihni · 3 months ago

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The blood in the water comes from bleeding hearts

For the @metalsandwichbingo, square A3, prompt: "claiming". 7,687 words, mature? (contains background deaths of minor characters, and implied abuse) Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (pre-relationship), Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson.

Summary:

There was a merman on deck. There was a merman on deck, and the crew was getting rowdy.

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There was a merman on deck.

There was a merman on deck, and the crew was getting rowdy – poking at the poor creature, pulling its fins and yanking its hair, laughing and jumping out of the way when it hissed and swiped at them with its clawed hands. It was lean and pale and had silvery scales down its tail, with dark bruises and cuts standing out starkly against the white of its skin. Its hair and eyes were dark, almost black in contrast. It looked out of place out of the water, half-lying on the dark wood of the deck surrounded by scattered gold pieces of the treasure chest that they had fished out of the captain’s cabin of their enemies’ ship. The same ship where they had found the merman, tangled in a net and kept in a small pool of salt water down in the stores.

With their enemies slain, the treasure was theirs. As was the creature; theirs to do with what they pleased.

It kept fighting them, though, ever since they dragged it up on deck and freed it from the net to get a good look at it in daylight; it was thrashing its tail and biting and swiping its claws at anyone who dared to get close enough. Many of the men were already scratched or bruised, and the mood was beginning to shift from jeering and amused to more hostile, which would not end well for the merman since most of the men onboard were armed.

“Okay guys, that’s enough!” Steve Harrington said, stepping out in front of one of the men who had been approaching the creature with a cudgel in his hand. “You’re just riling it up, someone’s bound to get hurt if you keep going.”

“And what’s it to you, Harrington?” someone said, and Steve turned in the man’s direction.

“Well, with Jones out of commission, I’m the one who’s going to have to patch you guys up after you inevitably get hurt. And I’d rather not do that just because you’re being stupid.”

A disgruntled murmur went through the crowd at being called stupid, but only one man spoke up; the same one as before. “The booty, and the mermaid, belongs to all of us, Harrington. You have no more say in what we do with it than anyone else here.”

Steve chanced a glance behind him, at the creature who was cowering against the stairs leading up to the forecastle deck, but who had stopped hissing and was watching the proceedings with its big black eyes – like it knew someone was speaking up for it. Giving a little nod to himself, Steve raised his chin. “Well then,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear him. “I claim it as my part of the booty.”

The murmur rose in volume, and a couple of men protested out loud, but then a new voice spoke up.

“So you wanna sacrifice your share of the gold, in exchange for the rights to that feral creature?”

William “Billy” Hargrove stepped out among the men. He carried himself with confidence, but despite him being the son of the captain there were some among the men who sneered at him when he walked up to Steve.

“Yes,” Steve said, planting his feet and refusing to back away even when Billy got closer than common curtesy allowed.

Billy peered over Steve’s shoulder at the creature, raising his eyebrows as it resumed its hissing at the eye contact. Grinning, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He gave Steve one more look, and then shrugged, “Your loss, Harrington. If you want him, take him.”

“How do you know it’s a ‘he’?“ the man who had spoken earlier said. “It could be a girl mermaid.”

Billy let out a bark of a laughter and motioned to the creature behind Steve. “Do you see any tits on that thing, Hagan? I don’t know how much experience you have in the field, but in case you didn’t know, women usually have breasts.”

As the men around them laughed, the man – Hagan – glowered and opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by yet another voice ringing out over the deck.

“What’s going on here?”

This time, no one sneered at the newcomer – Neil Hargrove, captain of the Arrow – and suddenly no one seemed inclined to speak up. The man’s eyes snapped to Billy and he barked, “Billy”; a prompt and an order in one word.

No longer grinning, but standing straight and meeting his father’s eyes straight on, Billy answered. “The crew found a merman in the stores of the Sea Queen. Harrington wants to claim it as his share of the treasure.”

“Uh-huh,” Captain Hargrove said and walked up to his son in much the same way as Billy had just walked up to Steve, only with a more menacing air about him. Like Steve had, Billy straightened his spine and planted his feet. “And what did you say to that?”

Swallowing, Billy blinked. “I said that he could, since … Since that would mean more gold for the rest of us.” The captain’s eye twitched, and Billy hurried to add, “Sir.”

It was like the assembled men were holding their breath, waiting for their captain’s words. The man himself looked out over his assembled crew and eventually said, without even having to raise his voice to be heard by all, “Anyone else want to give up their gold for a share of the merman?”

No one spoke. The only sounds were the waves and the wind and the creaking of wood.

He clapped his hand onto his son’s shoulder even as he turned to Steve and said, “Well then. If you want the fish instead of treasure, have at it.” He turned to a couple of the men, including Hagan, and nodded to the merman. “You three, help Harrington get the creature below deck. You can keep it in the stores below the gun deck until we make port and you get a chance to sell it,” then he pointed to Steve and added, “but any food from our supplies that it eats is coming out of your rations.”

Nodding, Steve acknowledged the order. “Yes, captain.”

With the issue thus decided, the captain turned to his son yet again and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Billy, a word?”

As the Hargroves left, the crew dispersed as well. Some of them started to pick up the scattered coins and gold pieces on the deck, one of two trying to sneak an extra piece into his pockets, but most went back to their stations. Hagan and the other two ordered to help stayed behind with Steve, even though they didn’t look happy about it, and the four of them turned to the merman, staring at it as it stared back.

“What are you gonna do with a mermaid?” Hagan sneered. “You can’t even fuck it.”

“What would you know about that?” another man snickered. “You thought this one was a she.”

Red in the face, Hagan lifted his cudgel threateningly, but Steve stepped between them and held up his hands. “Enough. Let’s get this done.”

It took considerable effort to get the creature below deck, especially since as soon as it seemed to understand what they wanted to do, it started struggling again. In the end they had to use the net that they’d recently freed it from, to avoid its flailing limbs and fins and stop it from trying to strike them with its strong tail. They half-carried, half-dragged the now-helpless merman down below, and dumped it in the darkest part of the stores, between two rows of barrels. The men weren’t keen on sticking around, and left Steve alone with the creature, with only a lantern to light up the space.

Steve waited until he was sure they had all left before he reached for the knife in his belt and took a step towards the merman, who was lying prone on the uneven planks. It saw the knife and flinched away from him, hissing again – but stopping when Steve froze in his steps.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said in a low voice, holding his hands up in front of him. “I just wanna help you out of those.” He motioned to the coarse rope they’d managed to twist around the merman’s body and nudged it with his foot, frowning unhappily when the merman drew away from him. Instead of continuing on, he backed up and then crouched down on the floor, putting them at a more equal level. Then, after a beat of hesitation, he turned the knife around in his grip and held it out in offering, handle first. The merman stared at him incredulously, like he couldn’t believe Steve would be that dumb, before shooting forward as far as the net would let him and snatching the knife out of his hand. Steve backed up to a safe distance, still with his hands up to show he meant no harm, and then watched for a moment as the merman started to furiously saw through the ropes.

“I don’t know if you understand me,” he said, keeping his voice low, “but I’ll be right back. I just need to pick up a couple of things.” He pointed at the still sluggishly bleeding wounds on the merman’s sides. “To help you.”

The merman gave no indication that he heard what Steve said, or particularly cared, so Steve just nodded and left the space. He wasn’t gone for long, but once he got back with his arms full of supplies, he found that the merman had not only managed to get himself out of the ropes, but that he had also crawled to the other side of the hold and was currently busy hacking away at one of the barrels with the knife.

“Oh hey, no, stop!” Steve said and hurried forward. “Don’t do that!” He stopped abruptly when the merman swung the knife in his direction, although too far from him to be a real threat. “The captain will have my head if you destroy anything down here.”

The merman’s eyes narrowed, but he stopped hacking at the wood and cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was curious. Steve couldn’t help smiling. “Thank you.”

A sudden sound from behind him made him look over his shoulder, but he relaxed again when he saw who had stepped into the light of the lantern.

Billy, though, tensed up and reached for his sword when he took stock of the situation. Only Steve’s hand on his chest stopped him from attacking.

“No! Don’t.”

“What do you mean, ‘don’t’? He’s got a knife!”

“I know,” Steve said, making a face. “I … gave it to him?”

Billy let go of his sword and stood up straight, watching Steve intently. “You … armed the merman.”

“Yeah ...”

“The merman who has every reason to hate all of us. The merman who already has a lethal tail, sharp claws and razor-edged teeth. That merman now also has your knife.”

“M-hmm.”

Taking a deep breath, Billy gestured to the distinct lack of sword in Steve’s belt. “And what does that leave you with, if he decides to attack you?”

Steve turned to Billy with a brilliant smile. “Faith.”

Groaning, Billy looked heavenwards and murmured, “I’m in love with a madman.”

Steve only smiled. “That, you are.” Then he nodded to the merman, who’d been watching them silently, and asked Billy, “Wanna help me with him?”

Shaking his head, Billy declined. “Nah. I don’t think he’d let me get that close – he doesn’t look like he likes me very much. Besides, he’s your problem now. You claimed him, remember? Instead of your share of the gold.”

“What are you complaining about? What was it you just said? ‘More gold for the rest of us, remember?”

“Yeah, but,” Billy started, looking down at the planks under his feet and drawing his shoulders up. “We said we’d try to save up as much as we could, before we can … you know. Leave.” Glancing up, he only let his gaze briefly touch on Steve before looking down again.

Steve’s eyes softened. “I know. And we will, I promise. We’ll have enough soon, it won’t be long. We’ll …” He strained his eyes to look to the darkness beyond their little corner, and lowered his voice further. “We’ll get off this ship. Together. You and me, Billy.”

Billy looked up, eyes wide and shiny in the light of the lantern. At whatever he saw on Steve’s face, he braved a smile and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. And you might still get a pretty penny for the merman when we dock, it might actually not be a bad –“

“I’m not selling him.” Holding one hand up, Steve shook his head and repeated, at Billy’s incredulous look, “I’m not selling him.”

“Then what are you going to do with him? You can’t keep him here!”

“I’m letting him go!” Steve said, the ‘obviously’ unsaid. “I’m going to … free him.”

Billy rubbed at the bridge of his nose and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Of course you are,” before taking a deep breath and saying, “You know that Neil expects a share of whatever you’ll get for selling that thing, right? You’re aware of what you’re risking, here?”

Wincing, Steve shrugged. “I know but … I have to.” He glanced at the merman, who was still watching the two of them and looking like he was listening intently. “They were going to hurt him.”

“It’s gonna be near-impossible to get him off the ship without anyone noticing.”

“I know.”

“If you get caught doing it, you’ll get in a lot of trouble.”

“… I know.”

Silence. Then, “Fine. I’ll help you. We’ll figure something out.” When Steve opened his mouth to speak, Billy just shook his head. “I’m not helping you patching him up though, that’s all on you. I’ll just,” He motioned to where he’d come from, “go and make sure no one comes down here, yeah? While you try not to get stabbed by a mermaid.” He turned his back and began walking, but stopped in his step when Steve called after him.

“Billy?” He waited until Billy glanced over his shoulder, and then he gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Your bleeding heart will get you killed, one of these days,” was the reply. “Don’t get stabbed now.” And with that, he was gone, swallowed by the darkness.

Steve turned back to the merman, who had not moved during the whole exchange. He shrugged and gave the creature a half-hearted smile too. “I don’t suppose you understood all that?” To his surprise, the merman slowly lowered the hand holding the knife. “Really? You understand that I don’t want to hurt you?”

Even more slowly, the merman put the knife away on the wooden planks he was lying on. It was still very much within grabbing distance if needed, but Steve saw the gesture for what it was. A truce, for now.

“Will you allow me to help you?” He pointed at the supplies he’d brought down here, and then to the wounds on the merman; the ones caused by the net he’d been wrapped up in, and injuries he must have sustained under the hands of the crew of the Sea Queen. “Just making sure you don’t die before we get you out of here.”

The merman watched him with his big dark eyes and while he didn’t look all that trusting, he at least wasn’t hissing or waving the knife around. Steve swallowed, deciding to take this as an affirmative. He approached tentatively, holding his hands up and out to show that he didn’t mean any harm, and when the merman’s only response was tensing up as he got closer, he reached for the bucket of clean water he’d fetched, and one of the rags.

“I’m going to touch you now,” he said while carefully reaching out and cleaning the blood from one of the marks that were bleeding on the merman’s torso. It looked like rope burn. He winced in sympathy when the merman hissed at the contact, and hurried to add, “I’m sorry. I just want to make sure it’s clean before we bandage it.” He paused for a second and then added, “Not that I know if you usually … you know, bandage things. I don’t suppose you’ve got a lot of bandages in the ocean. Maybe you use, like, kelp or something. But we don’t have that on hand. Sorry.” He kept up his chatter as he moved on to the next wound. “We’ll do the best we can with what we have, though. You don’t have to worry. I’m actually learning under the doc, so I usually help out when someone gets hurt. I’m not totally without experience, I usually help whenever Billy’s hurt too, I –“

He stopped talking when the merman’s hand shot out and gripped his wrist, and that’s when he realized that he’d been reaching for the slits on the merman’s sides – the gills. “Oh,” he said. “Not … no touching those, then?” The merman gave a warning squeeze of his wrist, and then let go. Steve gave a sharp nod and pulled his hand back. “Gotcha.”

He continued with his ministrations, making sure not to touch the gills again, and even wrapped a couple of bandages around the wounds that were still bleeding. Thankfully, none of them were too deep, and he got away with cleaning most of them. When he was done, he leaned back on his haunches to inspect work. Only when he nodded in satisfaction did he notice that the merman were watching him. There was no longer any fear in his eyes, but maybe something closer to … curiosity?

This was confirmed when he reached out and touched Steve’s hand. When Steve didn’t pull away, he turned Steve’s hand over and carefully traced his clawed fingers across Steve’s own blunt ones. He seemed especially fascinated by the space between his fingers, which Steve only now realized were webbed on the merman’s hands.

Steve held his breath as the merman put their hands together, palm to palm, and inspected the way their fingers matched up.

“Guess we’re more alike than we’re different, huh?”

The merman gave him what could only be described as a flat look, and reached out to tug at one of Steve’s boots while he flapped his own tailfin so it slapped against a barrel, somehow making a point out of how not alike they were in that regard. Steve let out a laugh and acquiesced with a tilt of his head. “Okay, okay, you make a good point.” The merman froze at his laughter and stared at him, wide-eyed, and then he hesitantly pulled his lips back, showing off his teeth, and … let out a series of short hisses that mostly resembled a cat.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked, immediately concerned. The merman frowned, but then repeated his previous actions, and that’s when Steve got it. “You’re laughing! You’re … trying to laugh.” Something pleased flashed over the merman’s face, and he gave an inclination of his head that almost resembled a nod.

Reaching out to grab the merman’s hand in his, Steve looked into his dark eyes and vowed, “I’m going to get you out of here. I promise.”

~~~

Of course, he wouldn’t be able to do it alone, and Billy had promised to help. So when it was time for dinner, the two of them looked for a quiet corner where they could stuff their faces with food and then talk uninterrupted. And it turned out, Billy had been busy. While Steve had been tending to the merman, Billy had been swapping around who were to work the night shift, making it so that both Billy and Steve were scheduled to be on deck during the darkest part of night. Only one or two others would be awake, and Billy said he thought he could get at least one of them to abandon his post in favor of a complimentary bottle of rum, while the other was the oldest of the crew, and half-blind.

“We should be able to get your creature overboard without being seen,” he whispered. “But we only have until morning or midday at the earliest before someone notices that he is gone. Then what will you do?”

“Play dumb?” Steve suggested with a wince. “Something like, ’Oops, I didn’t lock the door because I didn’t think it would be able to crawl all the way to the deck, it must have gotten out somehow, I’m sorry. My bad’?��

Billy was silent for while, clenching his jaw. “He won’t buy it,” he eventually said. “He’ll know someone helped the merman escape, and you are the only one so far who has shown you care about him.”

Shrugging and trying to appear unbothered, Steve said, “Okay, but even if that happens, it is my right. He is my part of the booty, to do with what I want. And I want to set him free.”

“It’s not about what you want,” Billy said, swallowing. “Neil’s already counting on getting a cut out of whatever you sell him for, you know that, and more than that – it’s about respect. By setting the mer free without it being on his orders, you’ve undermined his authority, and he can’t have that. He’ll punish you for it, severely, and –“ He snapped his mouth shut, but Steve wouldn’t have it.

“And what?”

Seemingly unwilling to speak, Billy finally admitted, “And me too.”

Steve frowned and turned his head so he was watching Billy. “You? Why? He can’t prove that you helped me.”

“He doesn’t need proof. He’ll know.”

Steve’s frown turned into a face of worry. “I won’t let you do that, then. I can’t let you help us.”

“Don’t be stupid. You’ll never manage on your own. I’ve already told you I’ll help you, it’s just …”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Billy’s eyes were soft as they flicked up to Steve’s, and his voice was low as he said, “I don’t want you to get hurt either. And there’s less of a chance of that happening if I help you. Because it’s not like I’m going to be able to convince you to keep the merman aboard, is there?”

“No,” Steve admitted, “But …”

“Then it’s decided. We do it tonight.”

~~~

Even with their meticulous planning, it was easier said than done. First of all, the merman may have had a lean build but his tail was thick and heavy and unwieldy when carried, which Billy and Steve found out when they showed up in the store just after midnight. On top of that, the merman didn’t seem too fond of having Billy touch him, hissing and scowling when he tried to reach out.

“He’s just trying to help,” Steve said, half-whispering. “We need to get you out of here and I can’t carry you alone. Please.”

The second problem with their plan was that they were currently in the stores, with the rest of their supplies. To get up on deck, they’d have to get past not only the gun deck and the entrance to the crew’s quarters, but also pass by the captain’s quarters. And if they made it that far, they still had to get up on deck and get the merman over the railings before anyone spotted them.

With some coaxing from Steve, the merman seemed to begrudgingly allow Billy to help carry him. They got out of the stores without trouble and across the gun deck in no time since no one was around at this time of night. Passing the crew’s quarters also went surprisingly easy, all three of them almost holding their breath until they’d passed and creeping through the dark of the ship’s belly without as much as a lantern to light their way.

They were almost home free when Billy drew in a sharp breath. A second later he abruptly let go of the merman and shoved both him and Steve into the wall, hard. Steve had to readjust his grip and strain against the merman’s weight so they would stay upright, and his mouth opened to protest the treatment, but Billy spoke first as he continued walking forward in the narrow corridor.

“Dad! There you are. I need to … talk to you.”

Both Steve and the merman froze, holding their breaths as they listened to the sound of Billy’s boots on the wood, approaching the door to the captain’s quarters where, they could now hear, someone else’s boots were also scuffing the wood. It couldn’t be anyone but the captain. And they would have to pass him unseen to get out of there.

“Oh you do, do you?” The captain’s voice was cold.

“Yeah. It’s about the night shift. I … I took the liberty of making some changes.“

“You changed the night shift without consulting me?” Now there was a tint of incredulousness to the captain’s words.

“Just for tonight, Hagan was –“

“Wait, let me get this straight,” the captain interrupted. “You think you can make decisions on my behalf, on my ship?”

“No, I know you’re – I didn’t want to inconvenience you with it, that’s all.”

Steve was frowning in the dark of the space where they were hidden away, and the merman watched him in incomprehension as he worked his jaw.

“Remind me; who’s the captain on this ship?”

“You are, dad, but –“

A sigh, sounding weary and disappointed all at once. “William. What will it take to make you show your captain the proper respect?”

“I –“

“Maybe my earlier lesson wasn’t enough? Why don’t you come into my office, and let’s talk about the changes in the night shift, since you obviously found it important enough to take matters into your own hands.”

“No, dad, I –“

A scuffle could be heard, then a thump and a grunt. “What was that?”

“Captain. I meant captain.”

“M-hmm. Come on, son. Let’s have a talk.”

Another scuffle, and then the door to the captain’s quarters slammed shut behind the two men. Steve screwed his eyes shut, but then took a deep breath and renewed his grip around the merman and stepped back out of the nook they’d been crammed into. With just one person carrying the merman, Steve had to adjust his position and pull the creature halfway up his back. Gritting his teeth against the added weight, he stumbled on, trying to keep his steps quiet. Just when they passed the closed door behind which Billy and the captain had disappeared, there was a sound from inside that made them stop momentarily; a meaty smack, followed by a thump, followed by a groan. The captain’s voice came again, too low for them to hear what was said, but Billy’s voice was clearly heard when he answered, “No, da- I mean no, sir.” It was followed by the sound of another hit, and Steve took the opportunity to make it past the door under the cover of the sounds coming from inside the quarters.

With some difficulty and with the merman helping by pulling himself up the stairs, they made it out of the body of the ship and out under open air. Out here, they were in danger of being seen, but if old man Walters was indeed the one steering the ship, then they shouldn’t have to worry much. Steve stumbled to the railing and leaned himself and the merman against the wood, nodding to the waters below.

“We made it,” he whispered. “You’re free. I’m sorry we … I’m sorry.”

The merman looked at him with his big dark eyes, which flicked back to the way they came. There was something confused in the way it looked back, or maybe concerned.

“Billy?” Steve interpreted the look, and grimaced when the merman gave a jerk of his head. “If the captain had seen us, he would have never let you off the ship. Billy … made sure he wouldn’t see us.”

The merman inclined his head and opened his mouth to let out a soft hiss, then shook his head in frustration. Instead of trying to make sounds, he gestured towards the door they’d come through questioningly.

“Oh,” Steve said. “He’ll be alright. He’s …” Another grimace. “Unfortunately, he’s used to it.”

Hissing again – in displeasure this time – the merman narrowed his eyes.

“I know,” Steve said. “But he’ll be okay. We’ll all be okay.” Then, “I need to get back. You should go.” He motioned to the sea, and the merman gave a nod. He reached out with his clawed hand towards Steve’s face – and Steve only flinched a little – and put his hand on the side of his face briefly. Then he nodded again, and tipped over the side of the railing. He barely made a splash when he hit the water below. Seconds later, his head breached the surface and he looked at Steve with something like indecision – looked between Steve and the ship and the depths below – before disappearing below the surface again, for good this time.

Steve stayed for a moment longer, but all that he could see was the black sea of the night and when nothing else happened, he went back inside.

~~~

Dawn came, but was hardly noticeable behind the dark clouds and heavy rain that had pulled in during the night.

“It’s gonna be a bad one,” old man Walters said knowingly, looking from the sky to the water. “Mark my words.”

Steve, who was passing close enough to hear him even over the sounds of the rain and increasing winds, nodded but continued making his way to the forecastle deck, where Billy was watching the rolling waves in front of them. He didn’t react when Steve walked up to him and leaned against the railing, gently nudging their shoulders together.

“Did it go okay?” Billy asked without turning.

“Yeah. No one saw.”

“They’ll find out soon, though. And then …” He moved to turn to Steve but stopped himself and let out a low curse instead. “Fuck.”

Folding forward, he leaned his left forearm on the wood of the railing in a move that was probably supposed to look casual. But the movement made him wince and reach for his side with his right hand before he caught himself and aborted the movement. It was hard to miss though, and Steve immediately picked up on it.

“Billy?”

“Leave it.”

“You’re in pain, I can tell. How badly did he hurt you this time?”

Billy turned his head to the side, showing off a bruised eye and a cut in his eyebrow that hadn’t been there the night before. Steve made a dismayed noise and reached out, but Billy took a step to the side, out of his range.

“Billy …”

Letting out a mirthless laugh, Billy closed his eyes briefly. ”It wasn’t that bad actually. Just a couple of hits, as a reminder to be more respectful.” The rain was coming down hard now, and water had soaked through his clothes and was dripping from his hair, which was swaying with the movements of the ship. “But if this is what I get for being disrespectful, imagine what he’ll do when he finds out I went behind his back.”

“You went behind my back?”

Both Steve and Billy whirled around at the new voice, and found themselves facing down the captain himself. Captain Hargrove was soaked through but that didn’t make him look any less terrifying where he was standing, watching his son with an icy glare, the stormy skies behind him only making him look more intimidating.

“I – no, sir,” Billy spluttered, eyes wide, but then seemed to realize that lying was futile. “I’m sorry, I –“

“It was me,” Steve said, trying to draw his captain’s ire. “I let the merman free, and Billy … Billy didn’t think you’d like that. Sir.”

“Well, he was certainly right about that,” Hargrove said, glaring at his son. “You knew about this? Last night, in my quarters. You knew?”

It seemed that no verbal answer was necessary, because even Billy’s silence made the captain’s eyes narrow dangerously. Too fast, his hand shot out and grabbed Billy by his hair. Reacting on instinct, Steve reached out to stop him, which failed spectacularly when the captain – without letting go of his son – shoved Steve away with a growl. Steve fell on his ass, crab walking backwards on instinct when Hargrove pointed a finger at him and growled, “Laying a hand on me? I’ll have you whipped for that!”

Billy growled at that and managed to rip out of his father’s grip, and before anyone could stop him he drew his fist back and punched the captain in his face.

Despite the rain, the waves rocking the ship and the storm picking up speed all around them, something oppressing and not-quite-like silence descended over the ship. Like the world was holding its breath. Then Hargrove righted himself and turned to face Billy, who had stepped in front of Steve. And if the captain’s eyes had been dark with anger before, they were black with fury now.

“You’re going to regret that,” was all he said, before his lips drew back in a sneer and he exploded into motion, reaching out with both hands to grab his son again.

His fingers brushed the edge of Billy’s shirt, but before he could grip it, the world suddenly shook, knocking all of them off-balance.

“What the –?”

The ship shuddered and groaned under and around them as dark shapes shot out of the water on all sides, spraying everyone on deck with more water than the rain had brought. Shouts of terror filled the air as what seemed to be gigantic tentacles raised towards the storm-darkened skies. As the men ran for cover – or jumped overboard to take their chances in the sea – the dark shapes fell across the deck, splintering the sturdy planks as if they were toothpicks, and squeezing; breaking wood and unlucky humans alike.

Steve struggled onto his knees and crawled towards where Billy had fallen, grabbing at him and motioning to the railings behind them.

“We have to jump!”

Something in the body of the ship snapped, and they were thrown aside like rags. Steve hit the railing first and Billy hit him with a force that drove the air from his lungs. Ears ringing and out of breath, Steve still managed to climb back to his feet, with the help of Billy. The monster – because it was a monster, a massive sea monster come to claim their vessel – tightened its grip on the ship and pulled. Men and equipment were thrown every which way, the bow of the ship rose from the waves, and in the bedlam of it all, Steve’s and Billy’s terrified eyes met. A split second later, they fumbled for each other until they could grip the other’s hand, climbed the railing of the now tilting ship –

– and jumped.

~~~

Steve lost time as soon as he hit the water, and came to with someone’s arms around his torso just as he breached the surface. He drew in a breath that felt like fire in his lungs, splashing helplessly in the water. His vision, blurry with saltwater and pain, sharpened enough for a second that he got a flash of the scene in front of him:

A storm raging, rain and clouds making the world look colorless and wild. The sea foaming and raging with the winds and the movements of the … of the …

Monster, his mind supplied as he watched the enormous tentacled creature cracking the Arrow in two, starting to pull the wreck underwater as the crew – small and insignificant from this distance, like ants – ran around on deck or dove into the waves. But … even when they got into the water, there was something not quite right. Pale and silvery creatures jumped out of the sea, attacking the fleeing sailors, pulling them back under the surface.

Steve caught Hagan’s eyes – wide with horror – just before a pale face with dark eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth appeared behind him and, and – bit down on Hagan’s neck, and then there was dark blood in the water and Hagan were gone.

Steve knew there must be noises; the howling of the wind and the ferocious waves and the screams of dying men and the crash of their ship going under, but he could hear nothing but a loud buzzing in his head.

Suddenly a wet head appeared in the waves before him, gasping for breath a couple of arms’ lengths away. Billy. Billy, reaching out desperately towards him with panic in his eyes –

A jolt went through Steve – if Billy was there, whose arms were around him …?

A nightmarish face appeared behind Billy in the water, clawed hands reached out for him and Steve opened his mouth to shout out a warning, but before he could, whoever held him up abruptly let go and he ended up under the surface again. Water flowed into his mouth and nose, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t find his way back to the surface, he was going to die down here –

~~~

When Steve woke up next, it was still raining. The skies were no longer stormy though, and the clouds overhead were a lighter shade of gray than before. He blinked a couple of times, before he drew in too much air at once and started coughing up water. He curled up on the solid surface he was lying on – rock? – and a second later there were hands on him and voices around him. Or. Voice, singular.

“That’s it, get that water out. Shit, pretty boy, you scared us.”

He turned his face up slightly and was met with worried blue eyes.

“Billy?”

Alive. Billy was alive.

He was rewarded with a brilliant smile. Billy was soaking wet and dripping water down on him from where he was hovering over Steve, and he was lightly holding his shoulder – the shirt underneath his hand was saturated with blood but he didn’t look like he was in pain – but he was talking and moving so he had to be alright. Despite this, something felt off. Billy held himself with a certain stiffness and kept throwing uneasy glances in the other direction, to the other side of Steve, and –

“What is it?” Steve rasped, and turned his head to see what Billy was looking at.

He was met with the sight of another person, and at first Steve didn’t recognize him, but then it clicked.

The merman. The merman that they had freed last night. His hair was no longer frizzy and dry, but hanging from his head in wet tendrils and adorned with beads and pearls, and several necklace-like things made out of pearls and bones and colorful stones were hanging around his neck and wrists and across his torso. His dark eyes were the same, though.

“You,” Steve breathed, and searched for Billy again. “What …?”

“Your friend here,” Billy started, and his voice was raspy too, as if he’d been screaming himself hoarse, “saved us.” He licked his lips and shook his head a little to get rid of the excess water, which was kind of redundant in the ongoing rain. “What do you remember?”

Gruesome pictures flashed before Steve’s eyes, and he winced. “The Arrow … it went under–” He tried to sit up, but winced at a twinge in his ribcage and gratefully accepted Billy’s help to get himself upright.

“Yeah,” Billy said with a waver in his voice that could be anything from pain to sorrow. When Steve was sitting up, he found himself looking out over the gray ocean, with Billy on one side of him and the merman on the other. Twisting his head, though, he saw a rocky shore and beyond it, a lush forest that spread out for as long as he could see in the gray of the rain.

Land.

“What happened?” he said, directing his question to Billy but looking at the merman. “I don’t … What happened to everyone else?”

“Well,” Billy rasped and motioned to the merman. “Eddie here –“

“Wait, what?” Steve interrupted. “Eddie? That’s his name? He can’t talk.” Turning to the merman, he added, “… Can you?”

In response, the merman hissed, but then backed up and slid down the rock and back into the water, and once he got his mouth below the surface he made a sound that sounded like … muffled words. Steve couldn’t make them out over the sound of the rain, but it was definitely not hissing anymore.

“Yeah,” Billy said in explanation, even though he sounded semi-perplexed as well. “Apparently they … talk? But like, only under water. If you’re underwater with them, you can hear it more clearly.”

“And he told you his name was Eddie?” Steve said, incredulous.

“Not exactly,” Billy admitted with a wince. “I couldn’t pronounce it if I tried, but it sounded kind of like ‘Ed’, so …” He shrugged, and winced again as it seemed to aggravate his bad shoulder. “Eddie. He speaks English, actually. Haltingly, and with a strange accent, but … understandable.” He only seemed to be a little baffled at that fact.

The merman – Eddie, apparently – drew himself up on the rock and showed off his teeth in what was honestly a pretty intimidating grimace. Steve just blinked at him.

“I think that’s a smile,” Billy said from the side, helpfully. “Either that, or he only saved us so he wouldn’t have to share us with his brethren.”

Ignoring what had to be a poor attempt at a joke, Steve gasped when he remembered what he’d seen before he lost consciousness. The ship, destroyed. The men, being attacked and pulled down into the depths by – he now realized – creatures much like the merman in front of him.

“You … They killed –”

“According to Eddie here,” Billy interrupted, “his people had already planned on attacking the ship after Eddie went missing. From what I understand, they sunk what was left of the Sea Queen too, last night. When we let Eddie go, he went back home to … yeah, wherever that is … but his people were already on the warpath. I think he heard about it? And he went back, but was too late to stop it. They were already attacking the Arrow in retaliation.” He swallowed, and looked to Eddie as if making sure he got it right. Eddie inclined his head in a nod, and Billy continued. “We … jumped into the water. He found you, but you must have hit your head or something because you weren’t … you weren’t awake to swim. When I surfaced, I saw you. He was holding you up. I didn’t recognize him then, I thought he was going to eat you.”

Eddie hissed again, somehow managing to sound offended.

“Then I almost got eaten by one of them – one of his people, I mean – and Eddie came to save me, too,” Billy said, sounding a little disbelieving of the fact, “and he must have told them to lay off or something, because they allowed him to take us both and swim away. I couldn’t do much, with my ribs and shoulder, but I held you up, and Eddie held me up and swam, dragging us both along, and … yeah.” He gestured to the rocky beach they were on. “Hours later, here we are.”

Steve reached up to sweep his wet hair out of his face and tried to come to grips with the situation. It was a lot to take in. To stall, he said, “You guys seem to get along better than last time.”

“Yeah, well,” Billy said, sounding almost bashful. “He did save our lives.”

Eddie hissed, but not angrily, and Steve watched as he pressed one hand on Billy’s chest and then gestured to first Steve, and then himself.

It hit Steve then, “And you saved us,” he translated, and looked at Eddie for confirmation. “Right?” He was met with another nod. “Yeah, I … I suppose that would do it.”

The rain was abating, but even so, they were soaking wet after having been in the ocean for what had apparently been several hours. Steve found that he was shivering, and he wasn’t sure that it was because of the cold or because of what they had been through.

“Where are we?” he asked, grateful when Billy put his hand on his back in silent support.

“I’m not sure,” Billy answered. “Eddie says it’s an island, and he doesn’t think there are other humans on here because he hasn’t seen any boats. It was the closest land he could think to take us to that had fresh water.”

For the first time since waking, Steve turned to Eddie fully, and took in the way he looked now. The bandages that he’d put on the merman were gone, but the wounds and bruises were already healing and didn’t look that bad anymore. The jewelry suited him, as did the hair ornaments. He was watching Steve intently, and for the first time the gaze in those dark eyes was soft.

“I …” Steve started. “Thank you.” Words were inadequate for the kind of gratitude he was feeling, but it was all he had at his disposal. “Thank you, for saving our lives.”

Eddie did that same show of teeth as before – a smile – and put his hand on Steve’s chest like he had just done to Billy. Then he gestured to himself, and inclined his head. And even though he wasn’t speaking, Steve knew what he meant.

Thank you for saving mine, too.

They sat like that for a couple of heartbeats, soaking in the moment between them, until finally Billy spoke up. “I take it back, pretty boy.”

“What?” Steve said, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a smile.

“What I said about your bleeding heart,” Billy specified. “Looks like your bleeding heart saved us this time.”

#harringrove #harringroveson #metalsandwich #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #stranger things #The blood in the water comes from bleeding hearts #ihni writes #metalsandwichbingo #MSB2024

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lordofspamano · 7 months ago

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The song of the merman - a Spamano short story

@spamano-week

The pirate could never leave the song of the merman, which was also his song; their song. He held Lovino, embracing his body, delicate like the heart of a newborn swan. As all mermen, his arms and legs were covered in scales of soft purple, which gleamed like mother of pearl, reflecting the light entering through the roof of the cove.

Now and again, threads of golden light dashed through, a reflection of the jewelry that decorated the pirate's scarred body. To Lovino, who had seen many ships, both above and beneath the waves, Antonio looked like a beautiful old galley that should have sunk a long time ago, but that had survived merely through luck and stubbornness. The golden paint was washing off, the wood creaking, and the sails ragged, yet he had all the will to continue sailing.

They kissed. Lovino pulled him closer and slid his tongue inside the pirate's mouth. Antonio sucked it in, laying back against the rock, his hands diving into Lovino's hair. They kissed again, and again, and Lovino bit him as if to mark him. Antonio gasped, then snickered, then looked at his love in the eyes. It was the merman who spoke.

"Do you see why we take the souls of sailors now?"

"I wonder if this is the fate that awaits most of them, mi pececillo," said the pirate, softly stroking Lovino's cheek.

"Well, you are lucky that I didn't eat you when you fell overboard during the storm. Idiot."

Antonio remained silent for a second, grinning.

"One part of me you could eat, actual-"

There was an enormous splash. Antonio would never not be surprised at the ease with which Lovino could push him off their rock.

As he swam up, Lovino joined him, laughing, and pulled him from his shirt to the surface. Antonio gasped for air and then coughed the water out while Lovino kept on grinning.

The pirate replied with the same expression.

"Joder... Lovino... Cómo te amo."

Antonio was sitting in his cabin, looking at a map. He knew he had to leave the Mediterranean as soon as possible.

Lovino would follow him, that was no problem. But would his men want it so?

He left the map on the table and took a quill to trace a possible route. But when he came back to the map, there was a drop in it. He thought it to be ink at first, but the ink he used wasn't red. It was just in Gibraltar, but it kept expanding. The pirate took out his rapier, dreading the presence of witchcraft nearby. When he turned, he screamed, throwing the table over as he dashed backwards.

"Lémur! Soul of purgatory!" he muttered, his hand shaking.

"You know well who I am, Antonio."

The eyes were the only part of him that wasn't rotten, pale, branded by fiends. They were still the same green tone as Antonio's.

"Stand back! The Devil has sent you!"

"No. It is I who have come here myself. You flee from your responsibility. I died in your place, brother, for you to come here and throw away your life. Go and fight the Turks on the side of the Empire. Do what you must."

Drops of water, as salty as the seas, fell on the cabin floor.

It rained at midnight, but the boat still sailed. Lovino appeared behind the pirate, whose hands held the wheel tighter than he had ever held Lovino.

"Antonio, you whoreson! You part and tell me nothing!"

The pirate turned back to look at him. Antonio's eyes were reddened, his pupils looking like two gaping hollows.

"Lo siento, mi amor. I have something to do. Somewhere else to spend, and end, my life."

Lovino pulled Antonio's forearm, gritting his teeth. He was expecting Antonio to yield and go with him, but no matter how hard he pulled, the pirate did not move. Lovino's scales bristled and shook.

"Come. Antonio, please, I will make you one of my kind! Come with me, fuck! Why don't you speak to me?"

Antonio stood silent. Lovino cursed as he walked around. The storm only became more furious.

"If I hug you, you will pull me to the seas," said Antonio. "How I wish I could let myself hug you. Lovino, there is something you must know. My brother died fighting the turks when it was me who should have gone in his place. I must go and die there, Lovino. I don't know if it's a good thing, but it is the thing to do."

"Bullshit! Complete bullshit! You will come with me!"

"I will not, Lovino. I am sorry. You are the love of my life, but the life I wanted is not the one to which I am duty-bound."

"Duty? For Satan's sake, you fucking bastard! Since when do you care about your responsibility?"

"Now, I guess."

"Aren't I your duty, you ungrateful, shameless, self-pitying fucking wreck? Don't I get anything? Don't I deserve any fucking thing? This is what you're doing to me?"

Antonio couldn't reply.

Lovino couldn't, either.

He jumped off board, sinking into the depths.

That night, Antonio drank and drank, yet he did not drown. He sat in his cabin, with all of his things thrown around, along with furniture broken in fits of rage.

There, he remembered what he had been told once, by an irish sailor that knew the legends of the Merrows. Antonio decided that he had one option, and he was going to take it.

He took the empty bottle, and started blowing into it as if he was playing a flute. He thought of the melodies sung by Lovino, with his beautiful merman voice, and closed his eyes. The sound that came from out his mouth was soft and haunting, almost as if it was his soul singing.

Then, a ball of light went out of his mouth and into the bottle, and Antonio sealed it as if to catch it. He looked at it, barely being able to believe it was really there. The light ball was the size of a firefly, but in a tone of gold-tainted white.

They speak of a Spanish nobleman-turned-pirate, who fled from his duty to the empire, only to come back as a complete demon in the battlefield. No one ever saw him laugh, cry, or express any emotion. His ship simply materialized, followed by black fumes and vultures, with the captain on the deck with his rapier in hand. His men feared him as much as the ottomans did. This horror lasted until a brave soldier, whose name we remember as Sadīk, set fire to his boat and sent it to the depths.

What they won't tell you is that, on the night that this spanish man became that soulless husk, he was looking at the moon reflected on the seas, holding a bottle with a ball of light inside. A bottle that he threw into the depths, perhaps as an offering, perhaps as an escape.

Perhaps someone, some day, will find the bottle, or maybe it has already been found. I like to think that its owner holds it close to his chest, and sings to it every dusk and every dawn, with that secret music that only the mermen know. And that maybe, the bottle sings too, and their song is one.

#spamanoweek2024 #spamano #hetalia #aph #hws romano #hws spain #hetalia spamano #aphspain #its not as good as id like but a man must post #i am a romano simp #i will ask someone for marriage in like 15 hours

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ricky-tiki-tah · 8 months ago

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Ego Headcanons: The Ipliers

Pt. 2

Iplier Manor is home to most of Mark Fischbach’s egos, the Ipliers.

Part 1

Google Blue(he/him): the head of the android family. Is the one that goes to meetings. Often helps Dark keep the schedule updated and followed.

Google Green-GG(he/him): generally easygoing and helpful. If you need a question answered, he’s the one to go to.

Google Red(he/him): very easily annoyed and tends to avoid Bing for that reason. Is not the one you want to ask for help with anything.

Google Yellow-Oliver(he/him): the most human of the Googles. He suspects it’s because he has a name and he’s tried giving his siblings names but they never stick. Spends most of his time with Bing or Eric (he enjoys the quiet company of the younger ego).

Bing(he/him): your basic skater bro. Enjoys annoying Blue. Is always very happy when Oliver agrees to watch him do tricks on his skateboard.

—The androids are their own family.

Reporter Jim-RJ(he/him): always has a microphone.

Cameraman Jim-CJ(he/him): always has a camera.

Anchorman Jim-AJ(he/him): knows thingsTM.

Weatherman Jim-DubJ(he/him): always has an accurate weather forecast.

—The Jims are clones. No one (besides Dark) knows where they came from but they call each other brothers. If more Jims appear, they will be immediately added to the family. They have some sort of hive mind/telepathy and often talk to each other nonverbally. Dark is strangely protective of them. Apart from the telepathy, they have no known powers.

Sliver Shepherd(he/him): doesn’t live in the Manor. Has a girlfriend. Only visits for mandatory meeting and Christmas. Has beef with his alter ego (nobody knows why, or how). - Powers: super strength/speed.

Dadiplier-Stan(he/him): BiAce but hasn’t really acknowledged it yet. Shares an apartment with Friendly J. Rarely visits, only for mandatory meetings. Generally friendly and easygoing guy. Typical suburban dad. Runs a water business (and is a drug dealer on the side) with Jimmy. Is a grade A criminal but you’d never suspect it. - Power: hydrokinesis.

Ed Edgar(he/him): doesn’t live in the manor. Runs a small illegal adoption agency for kids that have suffered abuse. Is really, really bad at advertising. - Power: unknown.

Captain Magnum(he/him): pirate dad. Doesn’t live at the manor. Very tallTM. - Powers: unknown.

Illinois Smith(he/him): pan adventurer dude. Lives in a separate cabin in the Iplier woods with Camper. The two keep an eye on Heehoo. - Powers: absurdly good luck

Camper Mark-Cam(he/him): lives with Illinois. Has a tent permanently set up beside the cabin for Heehoo when it rains. - Powers: unknown.

Heehoo(???): feral. Loves takis. Lives in the woods surrounding Iplier Manor. Really only interacts with Camper and Illinois. - Powers: unknown.

MerMark(he/him): merman with a rainbow tail. He has an aquarium like room in the manor that connects to the swimming pool and a lake in the woods by the cabin. He’ll see Heehoo every once in a while. - Powers: can talk to any aquatic creature.

King of FNAF-Mike(he/him): isnt actually a security guards for Iplier Manor. (He works at this pizza joint with haunted animatronics). Was later promoted to ceo. Hates his job (but can’t quit because FazEnt somehow basically owns him?? He doesn’t know when that happened either). Is terrified of animatronics and mannequins. Hangs around Dave mostly (he’s the only one awake when he gets off work and Dave is a pretty chill guy. He helps Mike calm down enough to sleep. Yes, Yan thinks they’re dating. Are they? They don’t even know themselves.) - Powers: heightened endurance.

Dave Torres(he/him): has no idea how he got to the manor and at this point is too scared to ask. Keeps to himself mostly but enjoys hanging out with Mike. Doesn’t need much sleep to function, but seems to always have a cup of coffee anyway. - Powers: dream walking.

Annus Memento(he/they/any): agender aroace god of time. Spends most of his time with Unus(possibly in a QPR). Absolutely hates being called “Old Man Time” despite that being his title. Followed constantly by the sound of a ticking clock (Elliot and Unus find it comforting). Is a wacky weirdo but can be serious. - Powers: time(controls the amount of time people have in their life, but can also warp time like if he wanted to run away from Dark after pranking him).

Eboy Mark-Elliot(he/him): gay e-boy and in a relationship with Gothan. One of the physically younger egos (around 20). Sees Annus as a father figure (Annus doesn’t understand how but accepts it as inevitable). Will occasionally call the other young egos his younger siblings. - Powers: unknown.

Convict-Vic(they/he): Largely nonverbal. Severely traumatized. Seems to be the embodiment of a pathetic sad puppy. Surprisingly doesn’t hate water (it’s clear and they can see through it well enough), but will not go in the pool/lake. No one actually knows what crime he committed and they’ve never said. Hangs around Engie the most, often just following him around like an extra shadow (he enjoys their warm hugs and the fact that Engie doesn’t expect them to talk). Will also sometimes hang around Annus, Dark, or Dave as well, seeing as they’re fairly calm egos and they let him just exist nearby and watch them do whatever they might be doing at the moment. Carries around a notebook for if they really need to say something. - Powers: unknown.

The Ipliers are always eager and open to answer questions :)

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adminbryantsaki · 2 months ago

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November 2024

November 2024 Yandere! Alpha! Merman! Oboro Shirakumo X Omega! Reader. (I do not own Oboro Shirakumo/Loud Cloud. He and all the characters in My Hero Academia or the Vigilantes spin-off belong to Horikoshi Kohei and Hideyuki Furuhashi. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move along. Reader discretion is advised.

TW: reader gains weight for spring breeding purposes, Omegaverse shenanigans, yandere, monster-fucking, blood, some gore, teratophilia, sexual slurs, mention of abuser and stalking, water, pregnancy. WC: 11,500 .

After you had eaten some of the food off your plate and had passed out against your husband who was also asleep as movies played on the T.V. screen. Oboro woke up and looked up at the clock to see that it was now late at night. He gently moved his arm, careful not to disturb you as he was happy that you were finally resting. He didn’t wan want to move you just yet as you seemed comfortable curled into his side. He laid his head back, closed his eyes, and felt the stronger pull of the ocean calling to him, almost making it hard to resist. He helped you book a cabin near the sea to spend your honeymoon at a few days after your wedding to rest from the ceremony. Oboro almost couldn’t wait to take you to the cabin and make you fully his. If anyone dared try to interfere, he would… well, dispose of them. He pulled a blanket over you and let you rest as he scrolled through his phone to make some final preparations before the two of you left for your honeymoon that weekend.

Once you arrive at the Resort, you spend the first week as a normal newly-wedded couple would: Hardly ever leaving the bedroom. You knew that he was a merman before you were married but you didn’t know some of the requirements you needed to have his baby. He requires you to gain fifteen pounds before having his child and he’ll make sure that you gain all the weight needed during the honeymoon. However, coming to the beach for your honeymoon isn’t the only reason why Oboro brings you here. He has learned of the location and status of the man that hurt you so many years ago and he wishes to end him. Even if it means that he must rip out the man’s jugular with his own teeth. He will do anything to keep his darling safe.

You stepped out of the car, taking in the saltiness of the air and sound of the crashing waves on the beach mixing with his sandalwood scent that entered your nose as he helped you get out of the car before staring off into the woods. You noticed his breathing get heavier and his gaze darkening in the direction of the trees that surrounded the cabin. You placed your hand on his chest and made him look in your eyes. Hi expression calmed down when his eyes locked on you and he kissed your head. “Sorry about that, darling. I got a bit sidetracked there. how are you feeling? Feeling better not that we’re here?” He asked as he cupped your head with his hands and looked you in the eyes. You looked back and gave him a soft smile.

“Yes, I do. I feel calmer. The ocean has always brought me calm. But I have a feeling we’re being watched by him. Let’s get inside.” You told him and tapped his arm so he could let you go. Oboro reluctantly let you go, patting your butt as you went to retrieve your purse from the front of the car. He went to the trunk of the car to pull out your suitcases before he rolled them to the porch and unlocked the cabin. He set the bags inside as he waited for you. You carried your purse and snack bag from the passenger side of the car to the front door. You looked to Oboro a little confused.

“What are you doing just standing there? Shouldn’t we go inside?” You asked as you set your bags down, and embraced your husband. Oboro kissed you and quickly swept you off your feet, carrying you in the bridal style fashion through the threshold of the cabin, making sure to mind your head. He set you down on the couch and kissed you before leaving you be to pull your things inside so no one would steal them, placing them on the kitchen counter before his gaze fixated on you. His eyes darkened with hunger as he pulled his shirt off as he walked to you, never letting his gaze falter. You felt your face flush bright red as he approached you, watching as he towered over your form laying on the couch in the living room. He pulled you close and kissed you deeply.

“Do you remember why we’re here, my love?” He asked as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. You looked into his eyes that expressed a seriousness about them and tilted your head in confusion.

“We’re here for our honeymoon. What else did you have in mind?” You asked. He smiled, trying to throw you off his true intentions other than spending your honeymoon here.

“My love, what do you have on your mind?” You asked again, trying to capture his attention from being buried in your neck.

“Keeping you full and happy. I also have some business to take care of while we’re here. You just relax and enjoy your time here while I’m out.” He told you and this made you worried. You wanted to know what he had going on in his mind and what his ulterior motives were for this trip other than spending every waking moment with you, sharing moments of bliss and pleasure between each other and prepping for the spring season where he would give you, his child. There was one thing holding him back from breeding you full of his clutch now: your weight. According to him, you were far too thin to carry the eggs of his people. You needed to put on at least fifteen pounds before spring and he was going to make sure you did. He walked over to the table and eyed you up and down before wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you into the bedroom. He laid you on the bed and helped you out of your jeans before you stopped him.

“We need to put the food away.” You told him and he groaned in protest with his face buried in your neck.

“Not yet. The food can wait a bit longer.” He spoke and held you a little tighter.

“The ice packs will melt or are already melted by now.” You told him and he pressed his body down on you to trap you there.

“Let them melt. I want you all to myself for a bit longer.” He spoke and held you close, nipping at the soft flesh of your neck, and leaving some marks.

“Oboro. You can have me all you want after we be responsible adults and put the food away before it goes bad.” You told him. and rubbed his back. He groaned and got off you and let you get off the bed, watching you leave the bedroom and go into the kitchen. He stood up and followed you into the kitchen to help you unpack the food. Once that task was done, however, he immediately went to wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your neck as you were putting the last of the food away.

This was rather unusual for him to be this clingy around you. He normally liked to stand back or sit in a chair while you went about working at your tasked with a loving look in his eyes. There was something about his grip on your waist that seemed more possessive and the way he nuzzled into your neck to take in your scent seemed more lustful than before. You noticed that his urges to claim you was stronger than ever as his sandalwood and sea salt scent washed over you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. You were concerned about him since this wasn’t his normal behavior when he was around you.

“Oboro! Why are you being so clingy? I know we’re on our honeymoon, but this is unnatural for you.” You told him and turned to look at him with furrowed brows. You could see the same look on his face that he had earlier. Like he was planning something. You cupped the side of his face with your hand and looked into his eyes.

“My love, what are you planning? I can see on your face that there’s something on your mind and I don’t think those thoughts have to do with you and me in the bedroom doing things that a newly married couple should be doing on their honeymoon.” You spoke and wrapped your arms around his neck as you wanted a straight answer from him instead of him evading your questions. He held you by the waist and nuzzled you closely, trying to distract you with love bites.

“Fine, you got me. I learned of the location of the person who abused you. He’s in the forest around this cabin. I plan to end him so he never bothers you again. I made a vow to you that I would keep you safe from any form of harm when we were on that altar and with that man still alive, he is still a threat until he’s dead.” He spoke as his gaze intensified as he kept eye contact with you. Your eyes widened at his plan. You mind thought back to the times that your abuser found you either online or on the street and called you many rude names or sexual slurs only because of the few times he learned about your dirty mind, calling you out for it, and making you feel guilty about having such thoughts that you shoved them away entirely. Your abuser also shamed you for being overweight and told you that you would never find a man that would love you because of your size. You always felt uneasy whenever your abuser was around with his smug grin plastered on his face, eyeing you if you were a piece of meat. You knew that murder was bad, but you needed to see him gone, even take his life by your own hands if you must so you could live in peace.

“If you kill him, I need to see it happen. I need to know that he’s dead, either by my hand or yours. Do you think the sea will take his body? I don’t need him stuck in the earth to have a chance to respawn. We also need to find his base of operations, burn it, and dispose of whoever follows him so there is no chance of him coming back.” You told him. Oboro’s eyes widened as he realized what you were saying. His mind was working in overdrive to wrap itself around the idea of you fighting alongside him. He wanted to keep you safe.

“I want to keep you safe. You can watch if I get his body here. I’ll let you tell me what you wish to see happen to him.” Oboro spoke and held you in his arms.

“Sounds like a plan. What do you want to do first?” You asked as you pulled yourself up on the counter and kissing him gently. He placed his hand on your lower stomach and returned the kiss.

“I plan to get this nice and full then I’ll go out and scout where this bastard’s operating out of and come back to you to plot a plan.” He says and places kisses on your neck. You smile and hold him close as he leaves love bites on your neck.

“That sounds great, my love.” You told him, letting him nuzzle into your neck and take in your scent. Oboro left a few kisses on your neck before he reluctantly pulled away from you to get food from the fridge and set it on the table.

“Come here, my darling.” He cooed and you hopped off the counter to go to where he was standing by a chair at the dining table which he had pulled out for you. You sat down and he pushed your chair in, sitting next to you as you began to eat. Oboro watched you do so, rubbing the side of your stomach as it bloated out with each bite you finished. You looked at the plate hesitantly when he placed down a second helping in front of you. He rubbed your stomach gently and kissed your head.

“You’re eating so well, my love. One more plate after this and I’ll let you rest. Remember what this is for?” He asked.

“This is so I can have your baby in the spring.” You reminded yourself and took another bite. Oboro stood behind you and put his hands on your shoulders as you ate, leaning down to whisper something into your ear.

“I can’t wait to see how big and round you’ll get with my clutch in the spring. I bet you won’t be able to move at all.” He spoke, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Will you need to mark me in the water?” You asked between bites.

“That is preferred for my people. The salt water will help with the seal.” He said as he kept a hand on your shoulder as you kept on eating.

“Good. I can’t wait.” You told him as you reached halfway through your third plate of food. Oboro smiled and sat back down next to you to watch you eat the rest of your food and prepare your final round of food. He smiled as you ate the last bite off your plate and sat back, looking very stuffed, and bloated. He rubbed soothing circles on your stomach and kissed you gently.

“What would you like for your last round of food?” He asked as he kept his hands on your stomach, rubbing gently, and looking you in the eyes.

“I don’t know. I’m so full, I don’t think I can fit another bite.” You told him and he kissed you again.

“Just have a few bites of your favorite dessert. I made sure to bring it to spoil you with it.” He said quietly into your ear and kissed you more.

“Damn, you’re irresistible like this. All stuffed and bloated for me. Such a good girl.” He spoke and ran his hand up your stomach. You groaned as you shifted to sit up a bit better and passed your plate back to your husband.

“Not too much. You made sure I ate enough.” You told him as you looked up to him. He smiled and took your plate, walking to the kitchen, placing your plate on the counter, and pulling something out of the fridge that looked like your favorite dessert. Oboro pulled out a large portion of the treat and set it on your plate before he placed the dish in front of you. You took a deep breath as you saw the amount of the sweet delicacy on the plate and you picked up your fork to begin eating. You enjoyed every bite of the treat and whimpered in slight pain as your stomach grew fuller and fuller, pushing out against the waistband of your pants, and threatening to spill over the band. You pushed the last bite of food into your mouth before you sat back in your chair and gave in, sliding the waistband of your pants under the curve of your bloated stomach and rubbing at the angry red lines that marked your skin. Oboro rubbed your stomach and kissed your head.

“Good girl. Let’s get you settled in the bedroom.” He spoke and took care of your plate as you took a moment to digest and let your stomach settle before you even dared to move. Once you felt safe enough to move, you sat up in your chair, braced yourself against the table before you attempted to stand, and made your way over to the bedroom to sleep off all this food. Oboro quickly rushed to your side and guided you into the bedroom. He helped you into the bed and made sure you were settled before he kissed your head and pulled out some clothes to change into while he went out to scout out where your abuser was hiding. When you were resting, Oboro pulled his shirt on and; buttoned it up, walking out into the storm that had pulled in off the coast. Now was the time to end the person that hurt you and let his body become fish food. Oboro walked through the heavy rain, and into the woods with his quarterstaff in hand. He found your abuser and his lackies in a clearing waiting for him. “So, you finally show up. About time you left that bitch alone to let her deal with her own problems. That slut made a mistake even telling you about our private matters.” The scumbag spoke and showed Oboro an overconfident smile. Oboro’s blood boiled at his words.

“You keep those words out of your mouth. Y/n isn’t any of that. She did the right thing by telling others about the things you did to her. She is stronger than you. She has done her part of the battle, now it’s my turn.” Oboro growled and gripped his staff before lunging at the group of men.

“Make sure he doesn’t leave this clearing without some injuries.” The abuser spoke and his followers attacked Oboro, throwing punches and kicks at him which he easily evaded and dodged, knocking the grunts down until it was only him and the abuser left standing.

“My business is with you. Those men have nothing to do with this.” Oboro spoke and pointed the end of his weapon at the wide-eyed man sitting on the stump in front of him.

“How did you-.”

“Take all those grunts down easily? I’ve had training. Like I said before, my issue is with you. Stop evading this and deal with it like a man.” Oboro spoke, flashing him his signature grin, sending a shiver down his opponent’s spine.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” He stammered, trying to back up and get away.

“I think you know what you deserve. And I’m going to give it to you.” Oboro spoke and stepped closer. The abuser smirked, though his hands shook, giving away the fear he still felt.

“I deserve to have Y/n back under my control. She was such a good little proxy of mine.” He spoke and stood up, his height now towering a few inches above Oboro. Oboro’s eyes widened as he saw the stature of the man who gave you so much pain and suffering. His brow furrowed and he took up a stance.

“You will never lay a hand on her again. You will have to get through me.” Oboro spoke and pulled his staff back to bring it down in a strike on his opponent, who dodged and pushed Oboro to the beach, which was a mistake on his part. What your abuser didn’t know was that Oboro was a merman and had strength in the water. He was at a disadvantage already with the heavy downpour and the fight but he didn’t care, he only wanted you back. He wanted to have his deeply rooted, infectious control over you again. He wanted you to be his plaything, the thing he could do anything to without consequences.

This has changed.

You have broken your connection to him and found Oboro who treated you better, respected your boundaries, kept you safe from harm, and provided what you needed when you asked for it.

To draw the abuser away from the beach, Oboro ran into the woods, hoping to draw the abuser onto the beach and loose him there, hoping to watch the scumbag of a man give up and return home, hopefully with a cold from being out in the rain for so long. Oboro heard the abuser close on his heels so he summoned a cloud, quickly hopping onto the vessel, and rising up into the trees near the cliff edge. Oboro watched as the man ran on to the beach and run in either direction for a while in the heavy rain, calling out Oboro’s name.

Oboro resisted the urge to follow the man onto the beach, knock him out, and tie him to the back porch to let you do what you wanted to him. That will have to happen another day. Oboro hid himself amongst the trees to contemplate following the man to his hideout so he could tell you where it was or just going back to the cabin to spend more time with you. He leaned against the trunk of the tree as he watched the monster of a man come up from the beach searching for him. Oboro held his breath and didn’t move a muscle, hoping the man wouldn’t see him.

The man growled and screeched in frustration before disappearing into the bushes. Once the man was out of sight, Oboro exhaled and decided to head home to dry off and warm up so he wouldn’t get sick. Oboro wanted to wait before kidnapping the man and letting you have at him, letting out all your anger at the person that harmed you.

This was only a scouting mission after all. On the way back to the Cabin, Oboro went back to the clearing and found a path that he followed and found a large, withered mansion that looked to be painted a dull and depressing shade of grey. Oboro didn’t dare entered the clearing in case of any of the abuser’s followers were waiting around even in the heavy downpour. Using his excellent eyesight, Oboro made out the faint shape of several tents and an R.V. in a circle next to the depressing and eerie mansion. He counted how many there were and saw someone exit the R.V. with the abuse right behind him. Oboro stayed hidden in the trees but still watched as the two interacted.

“That bastard has no right to have claim on her. She’s mine and I swear I’ll get that bitch back.” Abuser spoke and went into his tent with the follower right behind him. Oboro growled with anger at the man’s words, resisting the urge to kidnap that monster now and dragging him back to beat him within an inch of his life before handing him over to you.

He gave up the idea of wanting to scare the people there and go back home to you and spend some time with you. It was your honeymoon after all and wanted to make the best of it. Oboro turned, and stomped up the path, through the clearing, and back into the house.

Once he entered the house, he went to the bedroom and saw you sound asleep. He smiled softly and kissed your head before grabbing a change of clothes and going to the bathroom to shower. You stirred from your sleep, opening your eyes, and looking to the bathroom where you heard the shower running. You slowly got out of bed and wandered over to where the noise was coming from.

You saw standing in the middle of the tiled living room, a dark figure that had a startling presence that froze you in place. The figure looked at you with piercing blue eyes that shook you to your very core.

“Oboro? Is that you? Are you okay?” You asked as you waited by the door. Oboro heard your voice and walked to the door, flicking the light switch on so you could see his very naked form in front of you.

“It’s just me, my love. I’m fine. I’m just taking a shower to warm up. It was raining hard while I was out there scouting. Do you want to join me?” He asked as he opened the door a bit to look at you while you spoke. Your eyes widened at what he was implying, nodding in approval, letting him pull you into the bathroom, and closing the door behind you.

Oboro wrapped his arms around you and helped you out of your pesky clothes that got in his way from touching your soft and supple skin. He slid his hands down your waist and gripped at the new softness of your body. He pushed down your pants and underwear before tossing them into the hamper with his own clothes. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist before he carried you into the shower, letting the water beat down on the both of you to warm your bodies up.

After the shower, Oboro got out of the shower and helped you out, wrapping a towel around you before helping you step out of the tub. You fidgeted with the corner of your towel before looking up at him. Your mind raced with what your husband saw on his scouting mission. You looked up at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Did you see him?” You asked as you looked him intensely in the eyes. Oboro hesitated to tell you what he saw but soon sighed as he gave in.

“I did see him. I knocked out the grunts he had with him before he tried chasing me onto the beach. I didn’t follow him though. I contemplated going out to try and find his hideout but I decided to do that another day. I am on my honeymoon with my wife after all.” He spoke and kissed you gently.

“How’s your stomach feeling?” He added as he rubbed the side of your stomach with so little pressure that it might as well have been caressing.

“I feel fine.” You reassured him before he kissed you again.

“That’s good. Are you feeling hungry again?” He asked as he held you by the waist.

“I could go for something smaller than what you had me eat earlier.” You spoke and leaned into him gently. Oboro places his chin on your shoulder and looks down at the small curve poking out from under your towel.

“What’s on your mind, my love?” You asked as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“I’m just imagining what you’ll look like with my clutch in you.” He spoke and left gentle nips on your neck. You smiled fondly and went to get changed into some loose clothes for better comfort. Oboro went into the kitchen to prep you something to eat while you looked over a map of the area and saw some clearings in the area. You marked them down so either Oboro or you could check them out later.

Oboro walked over with a sandwich on a plate, setting it next to you, and watching you scan the map for any probable clue as to where he would hide.

“I think I’ve narrowed down the possible places where he and his men could be hiding.” You say as you look up from the map and over to Oboro who was still watching you in a loving manner. You smiled and showed him the places on the map that you thought to be ideal to set up a camp. You pointed to a larger clearing only about a ten-minute walk from the cabin.

“This seems to be the most likely place for him to set up camp.” You spoke.

“That clearing is a bit big, why do you think he would be there?” Oboro asked.

“He can summon a mansion to house him and his army. He will need a decent amount of space to summon the mansion and have enough training grounds for his proxies.” You explained as you ate your sandwich, feeling a bit numb as you recalled what your abuser needed to set up camp. Oboro noticed the air around you shift and your face darkened as you set down the sandwich and took some deep breaths. He held you close and kissed your head.

“We will end him. We could do it tonight but the weather outside is too nasty for us. I might have extra strength in the rain but I don’t want you to get sick because you get too cold from being out in the rain for so long. Let’s try to enjoy tonight and get our minds off the stress. We can go out looking for his mansion in the morning.” Oboro said and kissed you gently.

You kissed him back and sighed as your mind was still lingering on the things that the man and his followers did to you all those years ago. Seven to be exact. There was a fact you learned not too long ago that, every seven years, all the cells in your body would be replaced and you’d have a new body. You’d have a body that was never touched or harmed by that man and his followers. Yet had been feeling your body wanting to purge something, like it was a roadblock preventing you from moving on with your life.

You knew that you were going to get married to Oboro, but you couldn’t see yourself doing anything else beyond your honeymoon and living your life as his wife. You knew you needed to overcome this trauma if you wanted to live your life with nothing hanging over you like a dark cloud. You needed to dispose of that trauma, and bury it away in the one place that made you feel calm and safe: the ocean.

You told Oboro about this and he supported you fully, wanting to keep you safe and rid the world of anything that would dare harm you or cause you pain. It was his main goal in life to keep you safe. To make you all his and let no one else get in his way of having you in his arms. Oboro kissed your cheek to pull you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Hey, You got lost in your thoughts again, didn’t you?” He asked. You nodded and he gave you a soft smile. He leaned into you, nuzzling into your hair and speaking quietly.

“I can’t wait to wrap my tail around you and mate with you in the water. I can’t wait to see my mark form on your skin so anyone who dares look at you wrong will know that you’re mine.” He says and trails his teeth over the upper edge of your ear and down to your earlobe.

“I believe I will have to pleasure you in other ways before I mark you though.” He spoke, his voice deepening with a lustful tone and his eyes darkening with the desire to claim you in the bedroom in every way he knew how to.

“If you aren’t careful darling, I’ll have to claim and mark you in the bedroom now and throw the tradition out the window.” He spoke and placed kisses on your neck. You wanted that more than anything but there was something that needed to be done before anything else. Before you could finally be mated to him.

“I’m not ready yet. I want that bastard and his followers dead and gone before I let you mark me.” You spoke, placing your hands on his arms that he had wrapped around your waist to rub your stomach.

“How about more stuffing tonight then?” He asked.

“What did you have in mind to stuff me with?” You asked.

“A big bowl of pasta with some kind of sauce and garlic bread.” He spoke while rubbing your stomach.

“That sounds amazing.” You told him and he kissed you again.

“Go get settled and I’ll get cooking. Unless you want to help, then I don’t think I can stop you there, my love.” He spoke and you took up his offer to rest and relax while he spoiled you with dinner. He made sure you were settled before he disappeared into the kitchen to begin cooking.

After the food was made, he set the plates down on the table and found you nesting in the bedroom. He smiled at the sight of you making yourself comfortable in the bedroom.

“Food’s ready, my love.” He spoke as he leaned into the doorway as he watched you finish a wall in your nest before coming to his side so he could guide you to the kitchen and surprise you with the vast amount of food he made. He covered your eyes and opened them for you to see the spread of various pasta on the table.

“All for you, my love.” He spoke and held your waist.

“This is a lot of food. You are intent on getting me fatter, aren’t you?” You asked as he rubbed your belly.

“Yes, and you need energy for tomorrow. You’re coming with me to find his mansion and burn it down. We’re going to smoke out that bastard and his followers and make him pay for what they did to you.” He whispered into your ear. You grew excited at the thought of making your abuser feel the pain that you did when he hurt you. The two of you sat down across from each other at the table to begin eating. He would sneak some pasta onto your plate when you weren’t looking as the two of you talked, planning out how you would take down the abuser.

You noticed Oboro sneaking another generous portion of mac and cheese onto your plate while you spoke.

“Hey, you’ve been sneaking a lot onto my plate tonight. If you aren’t careful, we will have to slip out into the storm, and let you mark me now.” You told him as he finished sliding the mac and cheese onto your plate.

“Fine, I’ll back off here. At least eat all that before we sleep.” He spoke with a playful roll of his eyes. You ate the food that he gave you and felt yourself grow sleepy. Your body wanted to have this trauma released and buried in the sea, washed away like a bucket of water splashed on a dirty side walk. You pushed your empty plate away from you and stood up slowly. Oboro rushed to your side, helping you stand, and walked with you to the bedroom to rest and digest the meal you consumed. He made sure you were settled and sleeping peacefully before he went to clean up the dirty dishes. AS he was quietly washed the dishes, he listened to the rain picking up outside that was seeming to mix with the occasional thump or thud of something hitting the back sliding doors and the deck. Oboro finished scrubbing the pot he was cleaning and set it to dry before investigating the sound. He pulled on his aviator jacket and goggles, grabbing his quarter-staff before stepping outside into the storm. He heard scattered laughter from a group of young men that he recognized from the camp site watched them run up the beach while one stayed behind, aiming a rock in his slingshot at Oboro, pulling back, and letting the rock fly, only to be caught in Oboro’s hand. The kid wearing a dark hoodie and jeans fell backwards onto the wet sand as the striking blue of the merman’s eyes made him falter. Thunder rolled and lighting flashed, illuminating Oboro’s form to the young man, making him curse under his breath and scramble to his feet and run up the beach after his friends. Oboro used his sight and temporary illuminations from the lighting when it cracked across the sky to figure out who dared try to infiltrate his home. there were four kids in hoodies that only looked to be friends of that monster who hurt you. Oboro began to hop over the railing when he heard the steps behind him creaking as if someone was walking up them and he whipped his head around to see your abuser standing at the top of the stairs looking at him. “Where is she?” He asked and stepped closer. “Where is Y/n?” He demanded. “I can’t tell you that.” Oboro spoke as he hopped off the railing and approached your abuser. The monster grabbed Oboro’s collar and shook him a little. “You freak! You will tell me where that bitch is so I can take her back. That whore is mine and no one can claim her and her filthy mind.” The abuser spoke and Oboro’s mind went blank with rage. He grabbed the abuser by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall of the house. “Listen here, you monster, I tried being nice. I tried playing it safe and careful. But I’m done being the good guy to you. Its time you get the punishment you deserve for hurting my wife.” Oboro growled at him and let his collar go and threw a few punches at him, landing one square in his eye and another in his jaw. The abuser shrieked with pain which fueled Oboro’s anger. His noises of pain would surely wake you from your peaceful slumber. Oboro couldn’t have that but it was too late. He looked up to see a nightstand light flick on and your silhouette sit up from the bed. Oboro glared down at your abuser with his smug grin on his face. “Listen here, you scumbag. When she comes over to see what woke her up, you are to stay silent or your head will be splattered all over the rocks on the cliffside, got it?” Oboro threatened. Your abuser’s eyes widened as he realized that your husband was serious. Oboro looked up again to see you approach the sliding door that led into the master bedroom. You looked to see Oboro stood on the other side of the sliding door looking at you. He was drenched from head to toe and panting in the heavy downpour outside. A crack of lightning illuminated the scene on the back deck for only a moment. You covered your mouth in horror as you saw that Oboro had a firm grip on the collar of your abuser’s shirt. He was bleeding and dark purple splotches were blooming on his skin, making it clear that Oboro had certainly done a number on him

“I got him now, darling. Come outside. It’s time to finish him.” You heard Oboro tell you. Your expression darkened and you grabbed your trident, watching the fear grow on your abuser’s face before it quickly turned into a twisted grin.

“Well, if it isn’t-.” He began to speak before he was hit over the back of the head by Oboro and falling to his knees.

“What did I say?” He spoke threateningly into his ear.

“K-keep quiet.”

“That’s right. Now shut up or I’ll have to rip out your tongue, got it?” Oboro said moving his hand to hold the back of his neck. Your abuser gulped loudly as you stood before him. You knelt to look him in the eyes.

“Look who’s face is in the dirt now. My, my… how the tables have turned.” You spoke and looked your abuser in the eyes. You couldn’t read anything from him so you set his head down and looked to your husband.

“Take him down to the rocky platform. I’ll be there in a moment.” You told him. Oboro nodded and dragged your abuser down to the patio area. With a few deep breaths, you gathered your courage and followed him to the patio overlooking the water. Oboro had tossed your abuser against the rocks and transformed down into his merman form, letting his primal, protective instincts take over. He glanced up at you and shielded you from your abuser. One thing you did notice was Oboro’s eyes. They were almost completely dilated black as if his merman instincts were telling him to attack, though, he held back, waiting on your command.

You sat down in one of the plastic chairs under the deck of the cabin and stared at the helpless form of your abuser. Oboro let out a low whine as he grew impatient as the ability to resist his urge to rip out the throat of the monster in front of him was waning Your eyes moved between your husband and your abuser, waiting for the right moment to sick Oboro on him. You heard the pleading whimpers of your abuser and the snarls of distaste coming from Oboro as he pulled back, ready to strike.

“Be patient, my love. Let him struggle a bit longer.” You spoke and Oboro growled in protest, crawling over to your side, not taking his eyes off your abuser. You watched your abuser grow more and more panicked, coming close to begging for his death.

“Please! Just end me now! Or let me go! I won’t bother you ever again!” he pleaded, tears running down his face. You were tired of his antics.

“Attack.” You spoke and Oboro, who had been waiting this whole time lunged at your abuser, going for his throat, and ripping it out with his teeth. You listened to the strangling screams of your abuser die out with the sounds of the raging storm outside. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. You watched as Oboro looked back at you with the same primal look and blood dripping down his chin.

“You did good. Go find his followers. They are probably nearby. I’ll finish him off.” You spoke as you gripped your weapon and walked to the body of your abuser, raising your weapon, and bringing it down on his head. You did these motions enough times that he was dead, the only thing left was a bloody pulp where his brains and face would be. You panted and looked at the lifeless form of your abuser.

You collapsed into a seated position on the ground, hand still tightly wrapped around your trident as you processed what you just did. You leaned against the wooden pillar for a while as you listened to the rain beat down on the rocky area, washing the blood into the surrounding patches of grass near the patio. Oboro came back standing on two legs and wiping the blood off his chin as he approached you. He saw you staring at the lifeless form of your abuser in front of you with such hatred and anger that he walked closer and touched your shoulder. You jumped, though quickly, relaxed when you realized it was him.

“He’s dead by your hand, my love. It’s time to bury him.” He spoke and sat next to you.

“I know he’s dead. I watched him die. I don’t believe it though. He’s come back from things worse than this in the past.” You spoke.

“Then bind him down to the earth so his spirit may never wander free.” Oboro spoke and rubbed your back to let him hold you in his arms. Once in his grasp, you let the pent-up emotions out by crying. You cried hard, letting your tears mix with the droplets of rain. Oboro sunk down with you in his arms, rubbing your back in soothing motions, and whispering words of praise and encouragement into your ear.

“You did so well. He’s gone and so are his followers. There is a hole waiting for him on the beach. I’ve already buried all his followers. I’ll help you when you’re ready.” He told you. You wiped away your tears and looked up to the body.

“I’m ready. Did you get the stones I gathered earlier?” You asked. Oboro nodded and helped you carry the body down the steps, being careful as they were wet from the relentless rain that signaled an oncoming storm.

“We need to move quickly. The storm will be here soon.” He informed you as you arrived on the beach. He helped you place the body into the hole he dug into the sand as you gathered your bucket of rocks that you wanted to line the graves with. Oboro grabbed a shovel and handed it to you after you set down the bucket. You began to shovel sand over the body as you spoke a phrase under your breath.

“Create a chain that binds, I bind you to the earth, may you never walk free again.” You said, over and over until the body was entirely buried and you surrounded the graves with the rocks you found a few days prior. You drew your seal on the tops of the graves to seal the monsters down so you’d never see them around again. You managed to finish in the nick of time as the rain began to pour harder as the storm grew closer. Oboro grabbed you by the waist and led you inside. He told you to go take a hot shower while he made you something to help warm you up from the cold.

After the body had been dead, and buried, you felt a sense of relief that they were gone now. No longer able to wander the Earth and give you unwanted stress or drama. You broke down crying on the sand next to Oboro, glad that he was gone, never to bother you again. Oboro sat next to you, rubbing your back, and holding you close as you purged out what you were feeling.

“I have you, my love. He’s gone. He will never hurt you again. He has no hold on you anymore.” He told you as his gaze fixated on the point where he buried the bodies of the man’s lackies that got in his way.

“Let it all out, my love. Take all the time you need. I’ll keep you safe.” He spoke and kissed your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

~~~~~

After you had cleaned your body of the blood of your abuser, you put on your bathing suit and your bathrobe before you left through the back deck of the cabin, walked down the path to the beach and took your sandals off, and took a deep breath before you slipped your robe off and set it on the nearby boulder on the shore, keeping your eyes on the unnaturally quiet water in front of you. You saw Oboro’s head peek out of the water, his eyes seeming to beckon you to the edge of the water. You felt your body move on its own as you met him at the edge of the water. He swam closer to meet you in the shallows where you’d normally wade and he waited for you to enter the water. You waded in, letting the water rise over your ankles, knees, and finally, when you were waist-deep, Oboro swam up to you and grabbed you by wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Relax now my love, I have you now.” He spoke and you held onto him.

You relaxed in his grasp, letting him support you as he swam behind some rocks that protruded out of the water. He leaned you against them and kissed his way down your neck, leaving a trail of love marks on your skin. He slid his hand under the hem of your top, sliding his hand up to cup your breast and kiss you more. You gasped and settled down to his touch as you felt his powerful tail wrap around one of your legs.

“That’s it, my love. Just relax. Tell me where you want my mark.” He spoke and hovered over your neck as you contemplated whether you wanted his mark displayed for all to see or to be kept hidden. You knew where you wanted his mark but you wanted to put his opinion into account. You pulled away from his chain of passionate kisses and looked him in the eyes.

“Do you want your mark to be seen for all to see or kept hidden, only for us to see?” You asked. His eyes lit up when you asked him that question and the corners of his mouth curled up into a grin.

“I want my mark out for everyone to see. I want any other Alphas to know that you’re mine and they will have to fight me if they dare to try and take you.” He spoke into your ear while one of his hands cupped the side of your face, the other encouraging your legs to wrap around his waist. You felt your face flush bright red when he said that and he chuckled.

“Good girl. Where would you like my mark to be shown?” He asked. You thought for a moment then tapped the back of your neck, gesturing at the bone that sat between your shoulder blades.

“I want it there. It might not be visible all the time, but it’s a good spot to show it off when get dressed up.” You told him and he kissed you close to your neck.

“That’s perfect, my love. A dress that would be low enough in the back to show my mark off would be perfect.” He whispered against your skin, leaving a bite mark behind. You turned over to show him the back of your neck. Oboro let you shift around so he could mark you. He stared at the back of your neck, leaning down to kiss the area gently, eventually baring his fangs, dragging them down the back of your neck and down your spine a little, causing you to shudder under him. Oboro chuckled and kissed the spot again, gripping your hip as he did so.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You nodded and he bit down on the back of your neck, biting harder until blood entered his mouth. He licked the mark clean and pulled away, watching the mark heal over, and form a cloud in a circle on the back of your neck.

“You’re all mine. Now, how does the idea of receiving my clutch and becoming even more swollen and round for me sound, my love?” He asked.

You felt your face flush even deeper red at his comment. You nodded yes in response, watching him move down to your pants and pull your waistband down with his teeth. He slid the elastic into his hand which he slid off your hips, down your legs, and discard them to the side of the bed on the floor. He kissed his way back up to your thighs before he hooked them both over his shoulders. His eyes stared up at you with darkened desire of lust. He bit on your thighs, making sure to leave plenty of move bites behind. He hovered over your lower stomach and spread your legs a bit wider. You felt your face flush a deeper shade of red, trying to hide your embarrassment in the pillow under your head. Oboro squeezed your thigh until you looked at him.

“Don’t be shy now, my love.” He spoke and coaxed your legs apart a little farther before he went down on you. You let your hand intertwine with his soft, cloud-like locks, feeling them move on their own against the palm of your hand. You let them move and flow on their own before you focused on one and tugged slightly, earning a pleasured moan from your husband.

You tugged again and he moaned again, looking up at you with eyes rolling back into his skull.

“You really like that, don’t you, my pet?” You asked.

“Yes, Master.” You heard Oboro say, his head leaning into your hand. Your eyes widened and your expression softened as he submitted to you.

“That’s a good boy.” You told him and something sparked in his eyes. He went back down to sucking you off and taking in the slick that leaked out of you. He licked between your folds and nipped gently, making you writhe against him.

“Careful, darling. I’m getting close.” You spoke as you held his head down between your legs. He muttered against your heat, sucking, and lickings until your hips rolled down in a staggering motion, and your body twitched and you released your slick onto his face. He pulled away from you to wait until you’ve finished and began to clean you up.

“You taste so good, baby.” He spoke as he licked up the last of your slick from folds. He unhooked your legs from his shoulders gently and sat up before pulling you in his lap and wrapping his modesty garment around your waist, and sinching it tightly to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. You gasped and pressed yourself into him, hiding your face in his neck. He held you close and rubbed your back.

“You were so good, sweetheart. Take a moment and drink some water. I’m almost to the point where I’m able to breed you full of my clutch.” He spoke as he handed you your water bottle and watched you drink it down. He rubbed your back and kissed your head.

“Good girl. Now let’s get you comfortable so you can ride me.” He said with a grin plastered on his face. You felt even more embarrassed as he pulled you out from your hiding place in his neck and looked you in the eyes.

“Relax and let me care for you.” He spoke and tilted your head up to look at him. He pulled you into a kiss and laid back with his hands gripping your hips and controlling your movements. He helped you line up with his erection and slide you down onto his length and letting out a moan of pleasure as you adjusted to his size. Oboro enjoyed the moans of pleasure coming from your mouth ----- they sounded like music to his ears. Once you were adjusted to his girth and size, he kissed you again, but deeper and more passionate than before. He nipped at the raised edges of his mark which sent shudders down your spine and kickstarted you grinding on him. He held onto you and pressed his forehead against yours as he watched you ride up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, darling. Do you see my knot forming? Do you want it?” He asked and you wrapped your arms around his neck, entangling your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck and head as you looked down.

“I want your knot to fill me up, making my stomach get bigger and rounder with your eggs. Please.” You begged.

“Who’s the pet now~.” He teased and gripped your butt. You kissed on his neck and tugged at the floating locks on the back of his neck, which earned you another moan from him.

“I’m still the one in control here.” You reminded him. As you pulled his head back so you could look him in the eyes.

“Yes, master.” He spoke and kissed you deeply as he moved your hips up and down on his shaft until you both could feel your orgasms grow close. He moved your head to look him in the eyes before he tilted your head to the side and bit down on the unmarked sides of your neck as he pulled you down on his knot and released with a deep, guttural groan from his chest as he claimed you as his own. Now no one could touch you.

“You’re all mine. No one will ever try to take you from me again.” He spoke and looked you in the eyes again. They had a brighter glow and possessive look. As you stared into his eyes, you felt something different about him.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“I am still Oboro Shirakumo. I am a crown prince of Atlantis; Poseidon is my father and my mother is a human. You are to be my bride.” He spoke as he held you close. Your eyes widened at this news. You knew he was a merman but you didn’t think he was royalty. You looked up into his eyes, wanting to ask him something, but he already knew what you were going to ask.

“That bastard has become fish food. If not oceanic fertilizer. Or burning material. He will never hurt you again.” He spoke as he ran his hands up your back and held you close. You leaned into him and let your trauma release. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders and leave through a point right below Oboro’s mark and between your shoulder blades. You cried harder as you felt it leave your body and disappear into the night.

Oboro let you lean into him and hide your face again into his neck to help you calm yourself.

“That’s it, my love.” He spoke and held you as you cried out all your pent-up emotions associated with your trauma and what that monster did to you. Once your tears subsided, you felt raw, numb, and exhausted enough that you could sleep for twenty-four hours straight. Oboro held you up as you leaned into him. He slid you off him and carried you into the bathroom to clean up and get into comfortable clothing to sleep in. He held you in one arm and flicked the light switch on, off, then on again and sighing. He heard the raging storm outside, listening as the rain beat down on the side of the house and felt you whimper and nuzzle in deeper to his neck.

“Looks like the powers out, sweetheart. Do you have any candles or a flashlight somewhere?” He asked as he felt for the counter to set you on.

“There should be a flashlight in the kitchen drawer and some candles there too.” You responded.

You felt Oboro kiss your forehead and place his hands on your thighs before he left the bathroom to find the light sources and come back to you.

You luckily didn’t have to wait long until Oboro came back with a flashlight to light up the bathroom and a pack of various other candles to light up the room. He turned on the flashlight, revealing the task he had at hand. You watched as he placed the candles around the bathroom, placing some around the bathtub, on the tank of the toilet, on the counter around you, and the spares going into the far corners of the room. He then took the lighter he found and lit up every one of the candles before standing before you, beginning to remove the rest of his clothing from his body, tossing them into the laundry bin in the corner, and focusing his attention to you and pulling you into his arms. He kissed you gently, letting his hands wander over your body as did yours. You enjoyed feeling the strong muscles under his skin as he caressed your softer curves gently. He buried his face into your neck and left more gentle bite marks on your skin as he pulled away to look at you and admire just how beautiful you are. You looked back at him and a question arose in your mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your status before?” You asked. Oboro sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I didn’t want you to marry me just because I’m a prince of Atlantis.” He said seriously.

“I wouldn’t have done that. I’m not interested in money or status.” You told him and he relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief and looking back to you.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He told you. You looked up at him and a crack of lightning sounded along with a roll of thunder. Your eyes widened as the noise felt bigger than you and struck fear into your body. Oboro noticed your fear and helped you settle down.

“Nothing to be afraid of. That’s just a sign that a friend of mine is helping dispose of that monster. How about we relax and have a nice bath?” He told you while rubbing circles on your back with his thumb.

“That sounds like a good idea.” You spoke and Oboro turned the water on in the tub and cuddled with you as it filled up, keeping you safe from the big scary storm outside.

“Who is your friend to make that storm?” You asked as the tub finished filling and Oboro turned the water off.

“The great wind god Aeolus. He’s one of my half-brothers. I asked him to bring a storm to the coast and take away the bodies into our dad’s realm where they would be dealt with so you don’t have to anymore.” Oboro reassured you and helped ease you into the water in front of him so you could lay your body on him. He helped you get settled and held you close, letting the warmth of the water sink into your bones and ease any aches you might have from mating with your husband. Your mind swirled with thoughts of what would happen in the future. Would you get to meet Poseidon and his wife? What would you say or even do in the presence of a God? You shook your head and nuzzled into Oboro’s neck, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts in your mind. Oboro noticed your stress when your scent changed slightly.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He asked as he rubbed your back. You sighed and told him about your worries about meeting his dad and what life would be if you joined him in Atlantis for visits and such. Oboro chuckled and stroked your hair.

“Don’t worry. They will love you.” He spoke and held you close, trying to reassure you and ease your fears.

“How am I supposed to act around Poseidon? He’s a god.” You told him.

“And you’re his daughter-in-law.” He told you, rubbing your back and looking at you in a loving manner. You were surprised at your new status and you nuzzled into his neck deeper, wanting his scent to calm you.

“Will I be big enough?” You ask as you looked down at the curve of your stomach that was still round and bloated from receiving Oboro’s eggs.

“You will be. We’re still on our honeymoon, darling. Tonight was only night one.” He told you and you felt your face flush a rather deep shade of red. Oboro noticed this and smiled.

“Does someone like the idea of getting bigger?” He asked you as he ran some fingers up your arm. You looked up at him and nodded.

“Good. After we finish soaking, I’ll make sure you get nice and full during our time here before you’re meeting my family.” Oboro spoke and kissed your head. The two of you soaked in the water, listening to the rain pounding on the roof and sides of the house as the storm raged on, until the water turned cold and you began to shiver. The cold didn’t bother Oboro as he was used to it. He noticed you shivering and helped you out of the water and into a fluffy towel that sadly wasn’t warm because of the power being out. Oboro wrapped a towel around himself and grabbed a flashlight to guide you back into the bedroom where you changed into your pjs while he put out the candles to prevent a fire. You waited on the bed for Oboro to exit the bathroom and follow you to the kitchen where he found some food for you and handed it over to you.

Two weeks later.

Amongst the faint feelings of nausea and extreme fatigue, you were nervous as hell about your first visit to Atlantis. Oboro had retrieved some royal clothing for you to wear to help you blend in better. You were amazed at how flowy and loose they were over your body.

You were checking your appearance in the mirror to make sure all the layers of your outfit were looking alright when Oboro swam up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You look fine, darling. You’re absolutely glowing, my love. They are waiting in the throne room for us.” He spoke into your ear and held your hand. Your outfit was white pearlescent fabric that was trimmed with gold and helped cover your tail like Oboro’s modesty garment did. He swam with you through double doors and down a hallway to the shimmering white and gold marble doors to the throne room. Guards pushed the doors open and the inside of the throne room was magnificent. Ivory and gold shell motifs decorated the pillars supporting the heavy marble roof to the throne room. Illuminated torch basins were lining the deep blue path up to the thrones at the back of the room. You were surprised as to how flames worked under water but you didn’t put much mind to it as the herald of the court announced you and Oboro’s presence to the King and Queen. Oboro queued you to bow with him until you were told to rise by Poseidon. “Son, what’s with the formalities? Rise, both of you and let me greet you and your wife.” The god spoke and Oboro helped you rise to face your new father-in law. You were nervous being in front of a god. Poseidon looked to Oboro then to his wife and put his hand on your shoulder. “Relax, Y/n. You’re with family now. There’s no need to be nervous.” He spoke and you looked him in the eyes, seeing how gentle and warm the god was being to you. You relaxed and laughed with your new family, happy to feel welcome into this new life. You looked over at Amphitrite who was giving you a knowing look and gestured for you to follow her while the men talked. You went to her, off the side but still in the throne room, knowing that she wanted to talk to you, and give you some advice. “What is it you’d like to talk to me about…umm.” You trailed off, not knowing what you could call her. Amphitrite chuckled and gave you a warm smile. “You can call me Amphitrite, or mom, whichever suits you.” She told you and looked back to her husband and adopted son. “I brought you over here because I can tell you’re pregnant with Oboro’s child and you haven’t told him yet, have you?” She asked as she looked at you and glanced down at your lower stomach. Your eyes widened in realization. “How do you know that, Amphitrite?” You asked. “I can tell, it comes with being a goddess and living for as long as I have.” She spoke. “I haven’t told him yet. I was too nervous about how today would go that I didn’t want to have him fussing over me.” You told her and the Queen chuckled. “I am happy to be a grandmother again. I wish your pregnancy to be an easy one, my dear. Now, I believe Poseidon is ready for lunch, do you wish to join us?” Amphitrite asked. You looked over to Oboro who nodded slightly and you said yes to your mother-in-law who swam with you to the dining hall. You couldn’t be happier with how your new life was going with your husband, in-laws, and child on the way. You could see the trauma growing ever distant in your mind. The End

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The Birth of Jun (transfem Juniper Wheeler AU)

I literally wrote this within about 5 hours, which is crazy. I lost sleep just to finish this to make sure it’ll be posted by morning. I’m still nervous to post it since this is my first time writing for this AU and I just hope y’all like it. If you guys do, then MAYBE I’ll write a second part where Jun gets the name Juniper. Maybe.

Anyway, this is setting in the Final Family/Chucky season 2 rewrite AU where Jun survives and lives with Andy in the middle of the woods, torturing and killing Chuckys together. Because canon does not exist to me, obviously. I’ve written drabbles/oneshots about this AU before and this is just another one but with transfem Juniper.

If you guys really do like this, pls leave comments, it insanely fuels my motivation! I thrive off it and I’ll also appreciate some feedback since this is my first time writing a trans character.

Thank you and enjoy :)

Tags: @the-carlos-cow-eyes @erasedmystic111 @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: Internalized transphobia, mentions of suicidal ideation, cursing

There was something wrong with Junior.

That much she had always known, ever since she could remember. She wanted to be a princess, not a prince. A mermaid, not a merman. She wanted to be something that she could never be.

But Junior hid it for so long, and she hid it well. She buried that part of herself so deep down that no one would ever suspect it growing up. She became the perfect “masculine, traditional son” that her father wanted. She destroyed every single part of herself and burnt it all to the ground just to please him.

And even though she killed her own father, she still would have done it all over again.

Gods, she was pathetic. Pathetic and stupid and dirty and broken.

Despite Junior’s efforts to hide her dirty little secret from the world, she still had moments where it would bubble and come up again. The dysphoria with her short hair, flat chest, and other features that just didn’t feel right. It would be bad enough at times where she wanted to curl into a ball and cry all the fucking time.

But she would have no choice but to pull herself together and keep up the act, just like she always did.

However, this moment wasn’t like the other moments with her father. It wasn’t him she had to worry about, but Andy.

Andy wasn’t like her father at all. He was patient, understanding, and kind. Her father would be ashamed if Junior ever cried in front of him and tell him to “Stop being a pussy and pull yourself together, you’re a man!”, but Andy would hold her in his arms and comfort her. He had been there through every mental breakdown, depressive episodes, nightmares, moments of self-destructive tendencies, all of it.

Andy stayed right by her side and never budged despite how much Junior tried to push him away. She pushed and pushed and pushed but he never stayed away through it all.

Junior wasn’t used to that. When she pushed people away and burned bridges to the ground, it stayed that way. Just look at her relationship with Jake. But Andy refused to be pushed away and has made it very clear to her that he wasn’t planning to go anywhere.

Yet that still didn’t reassure her for some reason. It still filled her with so much fear if Andy ever looked too hard and realized just how broken and defective she really was.

So once again, Junior hid it. She hid her secret under lock and key and made sure to keep her masculine act on display.

But then the dysphoric moment hit hard, harder than before, and she wanted to die.

Junior didn’t want to leave her cot. Her appetite was long gone. She just tried to bury herself deep into her blankets and hoped that one of the Chuckys she and Andy had been torturing could escape and stab her to death, finally finishing his job that he failed to do months ago.

Andy had been no stranger to her being depressed. They had been staying at that small cabin for almost 5 months, it was now the beginning of April. Sometimes he would give Junior some space if she truly needed it but most of the time, he would be there to offer her food and water and just an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. He hardly left her alone when she got like this.

She didn’t blame him. Andy was probably worried that she would take one of his guns and end it all.

Not like that idea wasn’t tempting.

But right now, Junior wanted to be alone. She wanted to forget that the weather was getting warmer, which would make her have to ditch the hoodies and reveal the parts of herself that she hated. She just couldn’t bear to go through this, she would much rather hide away for hours or even days. Just as long as she would feel just slightly normal again.

However, she never really was that lucky.

“Junior?” She heard after the three light knocks, shuddering deeply and tearing up from the sound of her own name, like something about it was just wrong. “Can I come in?”

Curse Andy for respecting her privacy and boundaries. Logan would just barge in without a warning. Despite everything she was feeling, she still managed a small “Uh huh…” to placate him since she knew he would just be more worried if she refused.

Andy opened the door slowly and she could smell why. Even without moving from her position under the blankets, she could smell the food that Andy was bringing in. When he stood beside her cot, Junior lowered the blankets enough to see the plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Normally that would make her mouth water but this time, it made her stomach churn.

“I know you may not feel like eating right now, but I can’t let you go the whole day without something in your system. Can you try to eat something please?” Andy spoke gently to her, placing the plate and the mug on the floor beside the cot.

Junior merely shook her head slightly. “I’ll eat later. ‘M not hungry.” She mumbled before putting the pillow from under her head now on top of her face.

Andy sighed quietly but instead of leaving, he sat down on the edge of the cot. “Kid, I can’t let you starve. I’m not asking you to finish off the plate, but just have a few bites with your coffee. Please?”

She didn’t say anything this time, her silence was enough of an answer.

“Junior, c’mon,” She shivered and squeezed her eyes shut when Andy said her name again, “I know you’re not in the mood but you’re gonna just make yourself feel worse. Remember what happened a few weeks ago?”

She wished she couldn’t. Going nearly the entire day without eating only to almost binge afterwards, resulting in her throwing her guts up. But Andy was with her the whole time, rubbing her back and keeping an arm around her so she would stay supported rather than to fall face first into her own vomit from exhaustion along with cleaning her up afterwards once she was finished hurling and crying.

No matter what, Andy stayed with her through everything.

Imagine if he found out you thought you were a girl, Junior thought bitterly to herself, He’d despise you and leave you then without a doubt.

She stiffened briefly when she felt a hand on her ankle from over the blankets before recognizing Andy’s touch, relaxing just slightly. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Junior quickly shook her head from under the pillow. She couldn’t, she absolutely couldn’t. For the first time, she didn’t want to ruin something good. She already felt like she was one wrong move from spilling it all.

She just needed to keep her mouth shut and hold it all in. She could do it, she’s been doing it her entire life. She can keep going.

Andy gave her a gentle and reassuring squeeze to her ankle. “Okay. I just want you to know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I don’t need to talk, I can just listen to as much as you need me to. Alright, Junior?”

Junior winced and wasn’t able to swallow down the whimper this time, which immediately got Andy’s attention.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?” She couldn’t see his face but she knew that he would be wearing that concerned frown, the one where he genuinely acted worried for her.

Junior shook her head again, keeping her eyes closed because she knew she would break down and cry. Andy needed to leave now before she would completely lose her mind.

The hand on her ankle moved to her back, rubbing small circles there to comfort her. “Junior?”

“Stop…”

Andy paused from his motions. “What?”

“Stop…calling me that!” Junior didn’t know why but it was like something shattered inside of her, like the dam in her finally broke.

She ripped the pillow off of her head and bolted upright, the suddenness making Andy back up slightly. “I have tried so fucking hard to be Junior! To be the perfect son Junior. The cross-country star Junior. The strong and masculine Junior. I have ripped myself to shreds and molded myself to be what everyone else wanted me to be! But for what? It’s not fucking worth it because I’m not! I’m not Junior! I’m not a boy! I’ve tried so fucking hard but I’m not, I just keep trying and trying but nothing fucking works anymore! I’m so sorry but that isn’t me, this fucking isn’t me! I’m too broken and fucked up to be Junior and to be a fucking boy!”

Junior didn’t realize she was screaming until she finally stopped, her voice hoarse. And no one said a word. Andy stared at her with wide eyes and an unreadable expression as reality slowly settled in.

Oh fuck…what did I just do?

She started shaking, her breathing picked up and she hid her face in her hands, sobbing. “I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I was l-lying, I-I-I…” for some reason, now she couldn’t even get the words out after everything from how hard she was hyperventilating.

Congratulations, you fucking idiot. You really did it now. You ruined it. Now Andy will think you’re disgusting. He’ll hate you. He’ll throw you out and finally leave you alone, just like you deserve, you pathetic piece of sh–

Andy’s hands went around Junior’s body, pulling her closer to him carefully until her cheek was pressed to the crook of his neck, one hand now rubbing her back up and down soothingly. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, breathe. Take some deep breaths, kiddo. Just follow my breathing, okay? Breathe…”

She was shaking through her sobs, her hands clinging onto Andy’s shirt tightly in her fists. His other hand went up to cradle the back of her head so softly as if she was something gentle and precious to him. Junior could hardly breathe but Andy kept guiding her, speaking to her kindly until she was able to finally pull in deep breaths with his help.

They barely spoke, with Junior crying and Andy whispering reassurances to her. When she started to calm down, she didn’t move, she felt too mortified. It felt like one wrong move, and Andy would finally turn her away.

“Kiddo?” He finally spoke, “Do you remember what I’ve always told you? About what I want for you?”

Junior sniffled, still crying but not nearly as badly while holding onto Andy’s shirt still for dear life. “For…for me t-to be a kid…”

“Yeah, that too. But what else?”

She thought about it longer this time, hesitating. “…that you-you want me to be h-happy…”

Andy moved away just slightly, making her whimper again but instead he adjusted himself to fully face Junior and hold her face in his hands. “Exactly. I care about you, kid. I’ve had since the moment you basically passed out on my doorstep. All I want is for you to be happy. And if being a boy doesn’t make you happy…then stop trying. Stop putting yourself through that pain, okay? Just…just be yourself.”

He was looking at her so seriously yet so gently, as if all that mattered in that moment was her. Unshed tears began building up again in her eyes and Andy continued speaking. “I mean it. I will never judge you for who you are. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere just because you aren’t a boy. I swear on the River Styx.”

That oath meant more to Junior than any other sort of promise. It was an oath from Percy Jackson, and really any kind of Greek mythology. They both knew how serious that oath was. And for that reason, it was what gave her the push that she needed to finally come out.

“Andy…I…I’m a girl…” her voice was tiny but it was still enough for Andy to hear, starting to cry again but he pulled her back into a hug.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you…” He reassured her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I’m so fucking proud of you, kiddo. I promise I am. I know this wasn’t easy for you, I can’t even begin to imagine how long you’ve felt like this but never said anything. So thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.”

Junior cried a little harder at that, still not entirely used to having someone tell her that they were proud of her. But this time, the tears were more of relief and she just completely leaned against him.

Never in her life did she ever think she’d actually come out and tell someone this secret. She just thought she had to fight the feeling down further and further until it disappeared or it just ended up killing her.

But no. She lost it and everything spilled out. But…it didn’t end up badly like she thought it would.

Andy accepted her. He accepted her without another thought. Strong and tough and badass Andy accepted her and told her that he was proud of her for coming out.

This felt almost like a dream, something too good to be true for Junior.

“So…I suppose you don’t want to be called by that name anymore, right?” Andy asked and she nodded in response, gripping onto his shirt again. “Okay. Is there…another name I can call you? It doesn’t need to be your permanent name, it could be like a…placeholder. Just something temporary until you can figure out a name that makes you feel like you.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking long and hard before settling on something simple. “Maybe just…Jun. For now. Jun. Without an E at the end.”

Andy nodded and lightly leaned his cheek to her head. “Jun without an E at the end, got it.”

Jun could practically hear the smile on Andy’s face and lazily hit his side with the back of her hand. “You’re a dork…”

“Yeah, yeah I am. But so are you, so…” Andy poked Jun’s side, making her giggle before she yawned, her dysphoric episode and breakdown now tuckering her out.

“You tired, kiddo?” He asked and she yawned again while nodding, not moving from her position.

“Can I just…stay here? For a bit? Please?” Jun asked quietly and almost immediately, his hand went up to her hair and stroked her hair softly, causing her to close her eyes.

“Sure you can. And I’ll stay right here with you too. But as soon as you wake up and get hydrated, you need to eat, okay?” Andy told her, accepting his fate to have Jun fall asleep on his shoulder.

She nodded, yawning once more as a sense of pure peace and bliss filled her. She knew she was safe now. Nothing would happen to her.

“Thank you Andy…” Jun murmured under her breath.

Just before she could drift off, she felt Andy kiss her forehead, one hand playing with her hair and the other being secured around her body. “Anytime. Goodnight, Jun.”

#Luna talks #admin #chucky #chucky 2021 #child’s play #junior wheeler #andy barclay #jun wheeler #juniper wheeler #transfem junior wheeler #transfem jun wheeler #transfem juniper wheeler #final family #Chucky season 2 rewrite fic #Chucky oneshot #Chucky AU #transfem

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atlas6 · 2 months ago

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Atlas gets to be a merman/siren here. Woah.

You squirm and thrash in the cool water as you are dragged down by a pair of strong arms, locked around your waist tightly, their warm temperature a stark contrast to the water around you. You had been swimming in the lake you had found in the woods by your cabin. You had only moved here a week ago, and wanted to check out the property.

Now, you’re being held at the bottom of the lake by something strong. You try to look behind you, getting a slight glimpse of his face. His skin is pale, and his eyes are a soft blue. His spiky, dirty blonde hair stands out since it should be flowing in the water, but it stands mostly still.

You snap out of your observations as you feel your brain begin to tingle, your lungs slowly beginning to crave air more and more. Your throat and stomach start to feel like they’re swelling the longer you’re trapped underwater, and you desperately try to pry the creature’s arms away. As you look down at them, you see a long, silver fishlike tail swishing back and forth under you, presumably belonging to whoever has you in their grasp. You try to kick at it, but it just moves out of the way. You stretch your body, one hand still trying to push his arms away while the other reaches for the surface, which is oh so far away.

your lungs burn and strain for air, something you probably won’t ever take in again. The creature tightens his grip around your waist, moving one arm up to your chest and pushing it in slowly. You feel the air in your lungs push on the back of your throat, threatening to leave your body. He keeps squeezing until you can’t help but let out all your precious oxygen, soon to be replaced by the cold water around you. Your hand flies up to align with the other, and you desperately claw at the water as if to get it out of the way, anything to reach that sweet, sweet oxygen so far above your head.

Suddenly, as if your silent calls for help were answered, the creature begins swimming toward the surface, one of his hands moving from your chest to your neck, holding onto it gently while the other stays firmly around your waist, blocking your hips from moving so you can’t swim ahead. You feel your lungs contract as they plead for air, your airways throbbing in pain as you come close to letting go. You watch the surface get closer and closer, the clear, sunlit sky calling your name.

You are finally inches away from the surface when he stops, holding you right below the thing you need most. He holds you there as he swims around you, now holding onto you from in front of your face, so he can watch you drown. Your eyes lock back on the surface above you, and you strain your neck to try to reach it, to no avail. Shortly, your lungs give out and force you to inhale, and as you do you begin to choke, coughing up water you’ve barely even inhaled yet just to be forced to inhale more the next time. You thrash in the water, fighting against him with all your might, still inhaling and choking. You keep getting so close to the surface, thinking it’s safe to keep breathing and that you’ll make it past, but he purposefully holds you down just so the tip of your nose can feel the cool air above the water. But of course, it’s not enough.

You feel your mind begin to haze as your lungs eventually stop trying to expel the water, finally accepting their new inhabitant. You can’t stop breathing, and you feel the oxygen you need so badly right out of your grasp as you stare up at the world above you. Your thrashing slows as your thoughts blur, and you almost forget what you’re doing a few times, still taking in so much water, yet it burns so much less now. Your muscles still try to squirm and get away, your arms weakly trying to push the creature away, but you don’t even know what you’re doing anymore. You begin to relax and sink, the heavy substance in your lungs weighing you down until eventually, there’s nothing.

hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it :)

#Drown kink #aquaphilia #drowning #ns #fw #Autoassassinophilia

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ariellewm · 9 months ago

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Short Stories & Headcanons

"The Guardian Merman" Summary: Aria Woods had been using her parents' natatorium after business hours for studying. Little did she know, she wasn't alone. An otherworldly, beautiful song vibrates throughout the facility. Aria had heard of this song before, two years ago to be exact. She explores the natatorium, hoping to find the mysterious being that is using the facility.

"Whispers of the Enchanted River" Summary: Strange disappearances have been occurring lately along the Amazon River close to the riverside town. Alipha reassures herself that her visiting American friend Rose would be safe. At the last minute her family found Rose a place after her rental was mysteriously cancelled. Although the cabin is a few blocks away from Alipha's family house, it just to happened to be right along the Amazon River itself. Will Alipha and Rose be safe from the mysterious occurrences?

"Entranced by A Siren" A Flash Fiction

Writing Prompts

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Headcanon's with OC's

Prince Czar Agskaga (The Naga Prince)

Prince Edlin Silverleaf (The Elven Moon Prince of Nem Naalore)

TBA

Adonis Acquati (Atlantis' Sea Warlock Cecaelia)

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With All OC's

SFW OC's Valentine's Day Special | Summertime with the OC's | More TBA

OC Questions

1 || 2 || More TBA

#fantasy #short story #headcanon #writers on tumblr #fantasy writing #fiction writing #fiction #romantasy #fantasy writer #ya fiction #storytelling

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steam-powered-chaos · 9 months ago

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Chapter 8 (Frozen Storm)

Orion couldn't shake Caelus' face from his mind. His soft lips, pain so clear in his eyes. It wasn't that Caelus wasn't an attractive young man, of course he was! Anyone would be lucky to be with him... yet the man seemed determined to love him, and it made his heart feel so... empty. Caelus hadn't done anything wrong either, he was perfect, in every sense of the word. But Orion didn't love him, as much as he tried to force himself to feel the same way, he just couldn't. Even if he convinced himself that his heart belonged to no one, he still couldn't bring himself to return the tailor's love. But no matter, both of them knew their relationship was transactional on all levels, and Orion had more pressing matters to take back to M'eudail, information, of course. So the captain kept moving, leaping onto the deck and nodding to his first mate Sirius, directing him to take the wheel as he made his way down and into his cabin. He paused, noticing the sleeping merman and smiling, just a little, before gently shaking his shoulder to wake him. He woke with a start, tentacles raised slightly to defend himself, but calmed down once he saw Orion, relaxing slightly with a slight smile pricking at the corners of his mouth. Nana looked up sleepily from the bed, purring a little.

"...I have good news, and I have bad news." Orion sat down, stroking the cat absentmindedly as the mer tilted his head, his hair-like tentacles swaying slightly from the movement, smile fading slightly. "I think I know where you husband is," M'eudail perked up hopefully, "He's been captured by my ex husband.." His face fell, immediately losing hope, and turning away from Orion silently, as the man's eyes softened slightly, realising what he would have to do. After all, he did make a promise to the mer, and he wasn't prepared to break it. "Alright, I'll try to convince him to let him go... But I won't promise I'll be civil about it!" M'eudail couldn't help but chuckle, before pushing himself out of the water and wrapping his arms around Orion gratefully, as the captain stiffened slightly, before he patted his back, smiling. Orion got the idea that he had a new friend, and leant into the hug slightly, ears lowering as he let his guard down. The two pulled away from each other, both smiling at the other gently. "Y'know, from the way you described your hu-ex-husband," M'eudail corrected himself, "He doesn't seem like he'd harm Skygg, not yet anyway... This place, it's your home isn't it?" Orion stiffened slightly.

The captain whirled around, heels clicking as he neared the tank. "How did you know that?" He demanded, although his eyes softened immediately as he saw M’eudail’s fear, shaking his head softly and sitting back down, holding Nana close. The mer relaxed a little. “Sorry, you… you talked about this place in your sleep, and the festival.” Orion nodded slightly, as if that made perfect sense, but looked up at M’eudail, sorrow in his eyes. “That festival is not the reason I’m here… but I think you know that.” He stood, turning away to get dressed, pulling his jacket off and swapping it for a black waistcoat and jacket. “My father he.. he passed away, I’m here for his funeral.” The mer immediately dipped his head in respect, eyes to the floor, as Orion continued to get ready, holding back tears. “I’m so sorry- were you two close?”

“We were. Until I left… until I was forced to leave.” And that was that, as Orion stood up, patting M’eudail on the shoulder slightly as he left the room, ears pricked at the sound of the bells from the church. He silently began to walk, passing by houses he had grown up beside, folks who turned their backs on him when he was accused of that horrible crime, before he finally came to the doors of the church, touching the wood and looking up at the stained glass mural of the water deity, her smile doing nothing to calm him, before he pushed open the double doors. The church fell silent, heads turning to stare at him, some gazes glaring and accusing, but others… gentle, and kind, as Orion walked down towards the open casket.

His father lay, cheeks lacking the warmth they once held, eyes closed as if he were sleeping, but of course, he wasn’t. Orion held back tears which were threatening to choke him, before he fell to his knees. How many years had he missed? Did his father still hate him, even as he died? What were his last words? “Murderer!” A voice shouted from the crowd, as an older man spat at him, attempting to push his way through to attack Orion, though he didn’t move from his positions of grief, head lowered and expected to be slapped. “Leave the boy alone! Can’t you see he’s grieving?” Orion arched his shoulders slightly, lifting his head a little. The majority of the crowd was… defending him? Even if he was faced with a few glares, steadily those faces began to leave, door slamming time and time again.

“You’re a good boy Orion… we know you would never do what you were accused of.” He froze at the familiar voice, before smiling at the familiar woman, though much older now, as she patted his shoulder, as others followed, murmuring their condolences. Orion was… free, free from the guilt, and the pain of the accusations. Even if some didn’t believe his innocence, he at least had some on his side, and that was enough. Once the door had shut one last time, he allowed the tears to burst out, weeping over his father, both out of grief and relief.

Then, Orion Stormturner wiped his eyes, stood up, resting a bouquet on his father’s corpse, before he turned and left the church.

Dark eyes followed him as he left, though the cloaked figure never moved from his spot on top of the church until Orion had returned to his ship, before the figure started on the journey to visit Helio, and see if he held up his side of the deal.

#Orion Stormturner #Helio Frostheart #Caelus Regan #M’eudail #frozen storm #original story #original characters #tw sex mention #Tw death

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🌎Born From The Sea And The Waves

Pairing: Shang Tsung/Kuai Liang Length: 3107 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Pirate/Merpeople AU, Pirate!Shang Tsung, Merman!Kuai Liang, Pirate!Quan Chi, Minor Character Death, Captivity, Rescue, Abduction, Magic, Language Spells, Deals

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for like a month honestly, so… Haha. I feel like Kuai came out vaguely threatening in this, he’s just a bit devious and willing to play Shang Tsung’s games until he can come out on top tbh. Title is from “Goddess” by Cepheid.

“Don’t leave anyone alive,” Shao ordered as Shang Tsung surveyed the situation on the deck.

The majority of the ship's crew had been dealt with, corpses littering the floor to the point it was hard to step over them all. Still, it was necessary. This ship supposedly was carrying great treasures, and Captain Shao had wanted to claim it for his own. Somehow, despite the nature of the ship's cargo, it seemed no one had expected a pirate attack, leading to one of the easiest takeovers Shang Tsung had ever experienced.

Still… That did make Shang Tsung dubious on if what they’d find in the cargo hold was worth it after all.

“Shang Tsung, Quan Chi,” Shao directed towards the two men, they both straightened up and stood to order. “With me. Let’s go see what this ship was carrying.”

“Yes Captain,” they replied in unison.

As Shao made his way past them towards the trap door to the hold, Shang Tsung shot Quan Chi a look. Neither of them particularly liked being subordinate to the brute of a captain, but it was undeniable that this was a better position than most in their profession. Since Sorcery had been prohibited, they only had the choices of suppressing their gifts or becoming outlaws. Shao had been eager to get magic in his arsenal, and so mostly let them do whatever they wished aboard his ship or during their rare expeditions on shore. Hell, if they were lucky and the Captain was feeling particularly generous they may even get some of the riches within this cabin.

For now, this position benefitted them, but that didn’t mean it would forever. They just had to bide their time.

Regardless, they both turned to follow their Captain. He’d already opened the trap door, and was making his way down the stairs. Shang Tsung and Quan Chi followed him down into the darkness, lit only by the light let in from the trap doors, and a few cracks in the wood. Shang Tsung flicked his hand, and several lanterns within the hold flickered to life. They didn’t add much light, but enough for them to see what was in the hold.

Or rather… to see the hold was more or less empty.

Oh I knew it. There’s nothing even here. There weren’t even any boxes, just something at the very end of the hold covered by a large cloth.

“What a bountiful treasure,” Quan Chi sarcastically commented, wandering around the room and folding his arms over his chest. “I can barely move there’s so much.”

“I do not understand,” Shao growled, head jerking around and teeth bared. “I was assured there was a particularly rare treasure on this ship.”

Shang Tsung’s eyes landed on the large cloth, and he raised an eyebrow. Rare treasure. Not treasures. Maybe whatever it was would be under the cloth. He went to approach it, blocking out Shao and Quan Chi bickering between themselves on how they could have been fooled so easily. The cloth was within reaching distance, and he grabbed at it, gently pulling until it slowly cascaded down and onto the floor. Underneath was a glass tank of some kind, completely filled with water.

It was what inhabited the tank that was truly interesting.

At first glance, you would have thought that it was a human man. That would be until you’d see the large fish tail, adorned with beautiful yellow scales, and the gills on the sides of his neck. His dark hair floated within the water like it was liquid itself. His head was hung low and eyes closed, but Shang Tsung could make out a muzzle or something strapped to his face. In fact, he had cuffs around his neck, wrists and the end of his tail, all attached to chains linked to the bottom of the tank. They barely gave the poor creature room to move, and what he could see of the skin underneath the cuffs looked red and raw.

Shang Tsung ran his hand along the glass, slowly getting onto his knees.

“Hello beautiful,” he half whispered, eyes captivated by the sight in front of him. Oh, I was so wrong. This was indeed a rare treasure, far more so than any amount of gold would have been.

“Is that a Mermaid?” Shao questioned, and Shang Tsung could hear two sets of footsteps approach him.

“Well, a Merman, by the looks of it,” Quan Chi confirmed quietly. Shang Tsung could see their faces reflected in the glass. Quan Chi looked shell shocked, he would be as aware as Shang Tsung was of the significance of what was in front of them.

“That is the great treasure?” Shao snarled, he looked far less impressed than either of his companions.

“Captain, I do not think you understand what you are looking at here.” Shang Tsung’s eyes never left the creature in front of him. He was captivated. Stories of Merpeople always told of their otherworldly beauty, but he could never have imagined just how stunning one would look in the flesh. “Merpeople have long been the subject of myth and legend. Many sailors and pirates have claimed to see them, but none have ever been captured for study.” He laughed under his breath, using a finger to trace the merman’s form. “A living Merman. Oh, he could bring us so much power. People would kill just for a glance at his beauty.”

“Are you sure he’s alive?” Quan Chi asked, tilting his head slightly. “He hasn’t moved at all.”

Shang Tsung blinked, that was a good point. He clenched his hand into a fist, and gently knocked on the glass. As if awoken from a deep slumber, the Merman’s head jerked upwards, his eyes shooting open. Two yellow eyes with slit pupils stared at Shang Tsung from the other side of the glass. His eyes were wide, as they darted around slightly, like he was trying to work out what he was looking at.

Suddenly he began to thrash, the chains and cuffs keeping him mostly in place.

Shang Tsung pressed his hand against the glass again as he whispered “shh, it’s okay, settle down now.”

The merman didn’t listen, just continued to try and break free of his confines. Shang Tsung clicked his tongue, he needed to find a way to calm the poor thing down. He stood up, looking towards the top of the tank and trying to find how to open it. There were no obvious latches. Had they ever intended to let this unfortunate creature out?

“We need to find a way to get him out of there,” Shang Tsung summarised, still trying to look for a way to get into the tank.

Captain Shao groaned loudly, and Shang Tsung turned just in time to see him grabbing his warhammer and lifting it. Shang Tsung’s eyes widened as he realised what he was about to do. He just about managed to dive out of the way of Shao’s swing as the hammer went slamming into the glass. The force was so great it shattered instantly, sending the water pouring out onto the floor.

The merman ended up on the floor of the tank, breathing heavily as he tried to adjust to the air. His wet hair hung over his face, but even so, Shang Tsung could see those yellow eyes looking at them with suspicion and fear.

Shang Tsung stepped back up to approach it. The merman yelped and tried to pull back, once more stopped by the bonds.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” he tried to say softly, but if the merman could understand him it didn’t do much to help. He reached to the back of the merman’s head, finding the straps of the muzzle and carefully undoing the latch. Despite the struggle, he was able to pull it from the merman and reveal the rest of his face.

There were thick red marks where the muzzle had clearly been cutting into his skin, but other than that, he could now take in just how spectacular this creature was. His face looked like it had been carved by some divine being, features somehow strong yet soft looking. Something Shang Tsung hadn’t noticed before was a large barely healed scar over his one eye.

The merman snarled at him, before speaking in a strange language that Shang Tsung did not recognise.

“Do you understand me?” He asked, but the merman didn’t react. Hm, well, at least the stories of Merpeople being able to speak human languages seem to be untrue.

He reached forward, taking the merman’s face in his hands. Fingers reached behind one of the mermaid’s ear’s, letting his magic flow and brand his flesh. The merman screeched, attempting to pull away from him, but Shang Tsung held him tightly, refusing to let him.

“I know, I know, just a little more.” Finally his spell was complete, and he let the merman jerk away. “There, you did so well.”

The merman’s eyes widened, and his eyes shot up to Shang Tsung’s face. He spoke in that language again, and while Shang Tsung didn’t know for sure what was said, he could at the very least tell it was a question. No doubt about the fact that he could now understand Shang Tsung as clear as day.

“One more spell, okay beautiful?”

He grabbed the back of the merman’s neck with a single hand, once more he tried to pull away from him. As the fingers on his free hand made contact with the delicate skin around the merman’s Adam’s apple, he could feel the merman begin to shiver. Once more, the magic flowed, and this time the merman whined as slowly a green symbol began to burn itself into his throat. The merman’s cries got louder and louder, his tail trying to fight the chains that held him.

And just like that, once more the spell was done. Shang Tsung released the merman, letting him shuffle back once more. If the chains were long enough, the merman would have no doubt reached to rub his neck, but they were far too short to even let him bend his elbows.

“What was-“ The merman paused, eyes widening in horror as he realised those two words had just come from his own mouth. Shang Tsung almost winced at the venomous glare he was given. “What did you do to me?”

“Just a few spells to allow for easier communication between us,” he assured him, but the merman didn’t seem to be having it. “Language spells. One so you can understand us, and one so we can understand you. Nothing terrible.”

“I do not wish to speak your filthy language, land-dweller!” The merman’s tone was as bitter as his stare. “Return to me my real voice.”

“Or what?” Shao questioned, glaring the merman up and down. “You are in a pitiful situation, creature. You are no threat to us.”

The merman spat at Shao’s feet. “I will drag you to the bottom of the ocean with me, scum!”

“Now, now, gentlemen, there’s no need for all this,” Shang Tsung interrupted, hoping Shao was not about to bring his hammer out again. He turned to the merman. “I believe there is a misunderstanding, we are not the ones who captured you.”

“That does not matter.” The merman bared his teeth, and for the first time Shang Tsung could really see just how sharp they were. Well, he guessed the species needed a way to tear through the flesh of the fish they ate. “All that live on the land have no regard for the beings of the ocean.”

“We are different from most land-dwellers.” His claim just made the merman scoff. “We have been cast out from the land, the ocean is our home and our freedom.” He chanced reaching his hand forward, brushing some of the merman’s hair out of his face. “We respect that which gives us refuge.”

The merman’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak. While the trust was clearly not there, the fact the merman allowed Shang Tsung to gently pet his hair was a signal he was maybe at least willing to hear them out.

“What is your name?” Shang Tsung asked, watching as the Merman fought the urge to lean into his hand.

“Kuai Liang,” he mumbled in response, closing his eyes as he did. “My name is Kuai Liang.”

“Kuai Liang,” Shang Tsung repeated, the name sounding melodic on his tongue. Truly a beautiful name to fit such a beautiful creature. “How exactly did you end up in this position?”

Kuai Liang’s face screwed up slightly but his mouth was tight. Eventually a single eye opened and he explained “my brother was caught in a net, I went to rescue him, only to get tangled in it instead. He could not reach me before I was dragged above the waves.” He shifted slightly, once more pulled against the chain. He grimaced as he looked down at the bonds. “The men who pulled me aboard their ship… I could not understand them. But they passed me on to other men, who put me in here.”

“Then I suppose if you could not understand them, you do not know what they were going to do with you?” He asked, and Kuai Liang shook his head in confirmation.

“What are we going to do with him?” Quan Chi suddenly asked, and Shang Tsung just about managed to tear his eyes away to look at his crewmate. Shao clearly opened his mouth to reply but Quan Chi cut him off with “selling him off is not a viable option. Anyone who would pay what he’s actually worth would not do business with the likes of us.”

Kuai Liang hissed and jerked back. Well, there went any progress Shang Tsung was making on getting him to trust them.

“Easy.” He pulled Kuai Liang back towards him, once more stroking his head to try and calm him down. “Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement that would benefit us all.”

“Arrangement?” Kuai Liang growled. He moved his head forward and Shang Tsung stilled, thinking he was possibly lungeing to take a bite out of him. However, instead, Kuai Liang just rested his forehead against Shang Tsung’s shoulder, shuddering slightly as he did. Hm, maybe we didn’t lose his trust after all.

“Yes, an arrangement.” He ran a hand down Kuai Liang’s spine, feeling its subtle curve. Despite looking somewhat scrawny, he could feel powerful muscles under Kuai Liang’s skin. “They say a merperson’s voice can enchant even the most hardy of men.”

“No.” Kuai Liang’s short answer caught Shang Tsung off guard. Initially he believed the merman was just flat out refusing to come to an agreement, until Kuai Liang pulled back and looked Shang Tsung in the eye. “It is sirens who possess those abilities. I am not a siren.”

“I see.” He clicked his tongue. Well, he was learning from this, he supposed. Siren’s and Merpeople were two different species, and given Kuai’s sharp reply they didn’t like being mixed up.

“If it is an arrangement you wish, then allow me to propose this.” Kuai Liang shuffled forward, or as forward as the chains allowed. “Release me, and I can guide your crew to treasure your kind has only ever dreamed of.” His mouth quirked upwards into a smile. “Land-dwellers do so love their trinkets. And I know of so many, untouched for centuries, waiting for someone foolish enough to search for it. Impossible to reach, unless you have a guide, like myself.”

“What kinds of treasure are we speaking of?” Shao asked. Of course that would get his interest. Although, Shang Tsung had to admit, his curiosity was also peaked.

“Gold coins, jewels worn by monarchs long deceased.” Kuai Liang’s eyes flicked over towards Shang Tsung and Quan Chi, eyes narrowing slightly. “Magical artefacts with power beyond anything you could possess now.”

“What are your conditions?” Shang Tsung was not a fool. This all sounded so tempting, far better than if they’d just found actual treasure in the hold instead. But that was the point. It sounded far too tempting, far too generous for what the merman would get in return. “Because I doubt you would give us such information for your freedom alone.”

Kuai Liang tilted his head slightly, those golden yellow eyes staring him down.

“You say you are different from other land-dwellers.” Kuai’s mouth split into a grin. “Then prove it to me. Show me how much better than the average men you all are.” The way Kuai Liang looked at him, it was clear he knew they were no better than any other man. He was giving them a task he knew they would fail. “I will take you to all the treasures your heart can desire, so long as you display your so called superiority.”

“You are a devious thing, aren’t you?” Shang Tsung fondly commented. He had to admit, he liked Kuai Liang’s style. He’d make a good pirate in another life. “Fine, we’ll agree to your conditions.”

He half expected an objection, at least from Shao. He wasn’t usually the type who liked other people taking the lead. It seemed the promise of treasures was more than enough for him to agree.

“Excellent,” Kuai Liang purred, gesturing with the chains.

Shang Tsung didn’t need to be told what the hint was. He held onto the chains, once more letting the magic flow. After a bit of resistance, the cuffs unlocked and fell off to the floor. Kuai Liang lifted one of his hands and looked at his wrist. It looked very raw and painful, but Shang Tsung was sure a bit of ointment would help it heal nicely.

He reached forward, hooking his arms around Kuai’s torso and waist before hauling him off the floor. The merman wrapped his arms around Shang Tsung’s neck. Looking at his face, he looked incredibly smug, like he’d just won some sort of game. In a way, Shang Tsung believed he may indeed have done so.

“Gentleman,” Shang Tsung addressed to Shao and Quan Chi rather than dwell on the strange feeling that Kuai Liang had them all at his mercy. “Treasures untold await us.”

The three of them laughed, stalking off to return to the deck and then their own ship. Still, as Shang Tsung observed the merman still in his arms, and the gleeful mania shining in his eyes, he began to get the sinking feeling they may have been making a terrible mistake.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #scorpion #shang tsung #kuaishang #🌎meanwhile in another universe

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