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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 6 months ago

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Hey, would you be able to do a Sinclair brothers saving a child reader from a bad family and raising them themselves? Like the kid would be kinda timid but maybe warm up to lester first? Could they also know about what goes on in Ambrose but just kinda shrug it off for some reason? If you write this THANK YOUU!!

Wrote. This also kind of became a character study.

Warnings: murder, blood, mention of negligence from reader's parents. Mention of addiction, arguing. Ooc maybe?

Relationship: platonic, brotherly/fatherly figure.

Sinclair brothers x child! Reader from a bad family!

Preview; how it all started. You can skip this if you'd like, might get boring.

Nothing hits harder than an angry car drive with your family who has curtains with printed sunshine and glitters hung on their windows for people to see.

Sinking back into your seat as you watch them argue almost endlessly. The only times they weren't yelling in each other's faces were when they were sleeping or in public. Of course this results in negligence and the incapability to provide you both physical and emotional needs.

"Maybe if you stopped indulging in your disgusting addiction and acted like a proper father and husband we wouldn't be-"

"Oh for fuck's sake, M/N! Stop bringing that up or else I'm gonna fucking turn this car around, you slut! You think you're so perfect, tell that to the other men you've been sleeping with!"

Spending nights behind your bedroom door with your ear pressed against it, listening closely in case things get physical and you need to step in. You didn't even know why they were heading this way, apparently they thought it'd be a good idea to spend some 'family time' together. As if.

Eventually the car stopped, you perked up. Your parent's bickering died down for a moment which appeared odd to you.

"The car broke down, goddammit!" Your father exclaimed.

"You should've brought a better car." Mom retorted.

"We don't have enough money!!"

"And why do you think that is!?"

You sighed and followed shortly after both of them headed out. Shutting the car door close as you stood quietly while your father opened the trunk.

"Now I have to fix this damn car."

Their voices slowly drowned as you zoned out, you looked ahead of you and saw a man with a green hat with a beige jacket on top of a white tank top. He looked a little... Unwashed.

"Hey there!" The man called out which caused your parents to stop yelling.

"Are you three lost?" He asked, now getting closer.

"Well- more sort of the car broke down. And.. We're out of fuel" Your mother replied with a nervous chuckle.

"Really? In that case, I could let you guys in my truck and drive you to Ambrose. It's a small town but I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for in there."

"Might be a tight fit, but it'll work."

You could see the hesitation in both your parents' faces. Of course, they weren't really the type to accept the presence of people who didn't look like they have a hygienic and healthy lifestyle but they were left with no choice. They reluctantly agreed.

"M' name's Lester." The man who you now knew as Lester said.

"Uh, my name's F/N. Thank you, Lester, in advance." Your father thanked Lester.

Now you three were in his car, you had to sit on your mom's lap, it was deed quite a tight fit. Your parents weren't expecting the rotten smell and especially not the hanging bones but they pretended it didn't bother them. You ignored the smell and instead admired the 'decorations'.

"So uh, who's your wife and kid?" Lester asked, glancing at both your mom and you.

"I'm M/N and this is our child, Y/N. Say hi." Your mom nudged you and you smiled uncomfortably.

"Hello, Mr. Lester."

Lester only chuckled, although he kept his eyes on you a little longer before reverting his gaze to the road. "You have a beautiful family, I'm envious. It must be nice, huh?"

Your parents shared glances before agreeing.

"It is, I'm really grateful to have them in my life." Your father said. You could've laughed. You looked at him and noticed a knife in a knife sheath on his thigh. He noticed and took out the blade.

"Kid, you like knives?" Lester suddenly asked you, and your parents tensed up.

"I do-"

"I'm.. Trying to get y/n away from sharp objects. It's dangerous for them." Your mother cut you off with wariness in her tone, her distrust growing more by the minute.

"It's a bowie, a good knife... It'll cut through anything."

He said and stabbed the knife into the car dashboard and then abruptly stopped. You yelped out a little and held onto your mom as to not chuck yourself through the window.

"You... You said there's a town nearby, where is it?" Your dad asked, grabbing onto the seat.

"There is, right around that bend. I gotta flip my hubs into four-wheel. Mind giving me a hand?" Lester said as he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"Look, I think you've done enough for us, Lester." Your father said.

"... Well, why would you think that?" Lester scoffed a little, sensing a bit of hostility.

"We wanna walk from now on, okay? I can't handle being in here. Just let us out." Your mother replied with a harsher tone, a look of offense settled on Lester's face and he frowned. A clear thick atmosphere now forming in the air.

"Uhh, we're really grateful but we don't want to trouble you anymore. Thank you." You spoke up, hoping to de-escalate the situation. He looked at you and for a moment his face softened slightly before glancing up at your parents again.

"Sure..." He said quietly, taking the blade off the dashboard and shutting the door. Now walking towards the other side of the car. You could feel the nervousness from both your parents – as he reached the door and opened it, their eyes landed on his left hand. Which was now missing the knife.

"Go on, get out then..!" He said although the anger was directed more to your parents. They quickly got out of the car, your father was the first one trying to calm him down – you noticed a stream in front of you, you looked back to make sure they were busy and decided to discreetly cross through with the help of the rocks, wanting to no further be near all this.

As you entered through, you could see houses and posters around. It was a ghost town though.. There was barely anyone. You walked around and saw a bunch of puppies behind a big glass window. You stopped and walked up to it, observing the small animals with adoration before a gruffy voice behind you snapped you out of your tranquil.

"What the hell is a kid like you doin' here?" A tall man asked with suspicion, looking down at you. You took in his outfit. A hat that said 'sweet bird 69' with a picture of a red car underneath. Dark blue shirt along with jeans.

"Uhm.. Me and my family are here for a trip.." You said quietly, backing away a little.

"And where's your parents?"

"I- they should be here..."

"Should?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes.

Then he looked behind you and before you could turn around you felt a firm grasp on your shoulder from behind.

"Y/n! what the hell did i-.. What did I say about walking away, sweetie. You had us worried." Your mother softened her tone as she caught herself, clearing her throat as your father came beside her.

"It's alright... What brings you here?- I'm Bo." He extended his hand to your father who shook it.

"I'm F/N, we were running low on fuel and our car broke down."

"Oh that's perfect, I run a convenience store a few feet away. You can... Keep your kid in my car. Just in case they get tired."

Your mother glanced at you before nodding.

"Yes, thank you. That'd be perfect."

You were carelessly shoved into Bo's car by your parents. Grumbling and sighing, you crossed your arms and begrudgingly sat still. Though something in the distance caught your eye. A big building – you looked out of the car of the window to check your surroundings before quietly opening the car and heading towards the building.

You looked at the big words on top of the door,

'HOUSE OF WAX'

"Hm." You opened the door and stepped inside, your eyes widened a bit as you took in the contents inside the 'house'. Many, many sculptures... Wax sculptures. You gently traced your fingers over them while admiring the beauty and art – Slowly walking into the kitchen. You saw more sculptures, this house was full of them. Looking around more you caught sight of baby chairs behind the door – disturbingly enough , hand and ankle straps on the one that said 'Bo' and a normal one that said 'Vincent'.

You turned around and a figure with long dark hair and a weird mask of some sort was outside the kitchen window. You gasped and it swiftly retreated back – having no idea whether or not you were hallucinating you breathed out and tried to calm yourself down. Hesitantly walking out of the house. You concluded you were smart enough not to investigate and made a run to Bo's car.

Huffing as you shut and locked yourself inside. Maybe you were tired, all this new stuff is making you see things. You should sleep – laying down on the seat, you nervously closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. 'Mom and dad will wake me up when they're done.'

You opened your eyes and it was dark... It was dark. Where are mom and dad? Did they leave you? Forget about you? Your stomach churned and you unlocked the car door. Stepping out and feeling the cold breeze of the wind – so quiet.... Too quiet.

You walked, in search of your parents. There was what seemed to be a church not too far with the lights on. You could check it out? Approaching towards the church, standing right outside of the door and peeking in through the crack. There was that man from earlier, Bo, and... Dad? You squinted your eyes, Bo held something in his hand.

You jolted as your dad out of nowhere let out a blood-curdling scream, blood pouring from his head and running down his face and clothes. He cried out and grunted, trying to crawl away from Bo while sobbing. Holding his head as red that almost appeared black seeped from between his fingers escaped. Bo didn't let him get far, gripping onto your father's collar as he swung the weapon against his head one more time resulting in your father completely collapsing. His eyes rolled back as the slit in his forehead looked inches deep.

You gulped and backed away, quite frankly you couldn't care less if your father was getting killed. But maybe you shouldn't be here- you yelped out as hands grabbed onto your arms, instinctively thrashing against whoever was holding you. Looking behind you stopped momentarily, it was the masked guy! You couldn't see anything behind those empty holes where his eyes should be. And quite frankly - you're not sure if he wants to harm you or not.

Bo, who upon hearing your cry of surprise, quickly rushed out of the church and slammed the doors open. Stopping in his tracks as his eyes trailed down to you.

"Vinny, what are we going to do with them?" Bo asked with uncertainty. Vincent didn't reply.

As you didn't thrash anymore, Vincent loosened his grip but still held a firm grasp on you.

Bo sighed, "let's kill it."

At that, Vincent immediately shook his head and hugged you closer to him. Placing a hand over your head and pulling you to his chest gently.

Bo sighed again, a little more agitated this time. "Vincent, we can't raise a damn child. Nor the responsibilities! What if they try to run away and go to the damn police Or something?"

Vincent stayed stubborn and shook his head again. Bo exhaled and rubbed his face. "God dammit, you're so difficult."

End of story. life with them

Lester was quite happy to hear from Bo that they decided to keep you alive. Both brothers quite surprised, it's not the first time they had children come to Ambrose and get killed but none of them ever wanted to. And to hear Vincent of all people to initiate it was surprising, because normally he doesn't care about his victims. Vincent's cruel. Keeping his victims alive and all they could do is wait inside their wax bodies agonizing for death to come to them as their preserved bodies slowly rot overtime. He thought he knew his brothers – guess he was delightfully wrong. You first seemed so shy and timid – not really speaking unless you were spoken to and even then your responses were quiet and soft. He made sure to interact with you often, cracking jokes here and there and smiling a lot around you. 'Hey buddy, wanna go fishing?' Or 'Hey kiddo, wanna drive around for a bit?' It's mandatory. And the moment he noticed you warming to him first was the moment he realised how "hard work pays off" felt. He can't be around you a lot since he doesn't live in Ambrose anymore but he tries to visit more because of you – the sight of you smiling and running towards him when he comes back never fails to make his heart swell. Though he finds it a bit odd when you tell him how you feel about what happens here, he wonders if you're really telling the truth or lying so you can keep his guard down. He's cautious, he's friendly but he doesn't trust easily. You may be just a kid but he doesn't know if you're really not scared or you are and you're planning to escape. He loves you either way and tries not to think about it often, he just tells you and himself "Guess that means you're meant to be in this family!" (By the way he still hates your parents and his heart will ache for you when you open up to him about them.)

Bo couldn't believe this, really? He has to take care of a child?He just wanted to hand you entire to Vinny but the risk of you running away was too much for his insides to handle so he kept you on a close watch. He was tempted to put a leash on you but was stopped by Vincent. He doesn't see the appeal in raising a random kid, it would bring unnecessary trouble and responsibilities and make it harder for them. Or so he thinks. You weren't really troublesome at all you just kept your distance from him since he scares you. With this, he one day mentally himself on the cheek and decided to be more kind to you. Asking what you wanted for breakfast, if you wanted to shower, telling you not to go too far away from him etc. Eventually he finds himself doing more than just these, scolding you when you scrape your knees and putting a bandaid over it. Picking you up to help you reach stuff on the high shelves. He tries to convince himself he's only doing this for his brother's and his own sake – and yet he can't resist when you ask him to kiss your aided injuries because 'Grandma told me it heals better that way'. Think it's stupid Lester got you to warm up first. Yeah, it's only because he gives you sweets and takes you out whenever he pops in – and then next time Bo hands you a lollipop. Gets suspicious when you never bring up what he did with your parents. He expected you to hold the grudge against him, at least for a few months or years but no. He'll scoff if you tell him it doesn't bother you. Yeah, right. He's not stupid (just severe trust issues) he'll immediately assume you're trying to trick him and next time a tourist comes in you're gonna scream for help. Just be patient with him, he's had a rough childhood. Although the more days and weeks that pass by, the more he spends nights in his bed hoping you won't try to run away. Not because he's scared you'll snitch on them, but because he's scared that means they meant nothing to you at all. If you ever decide to open up to him about your family, he'll pretend it doesn't affect him as much as it actually did. To think you two had a similar childhood just makes his eyebrows knit together and his lips form into a frown.

Vincent himself didn't understand why he held you so protectively. But as the years grew, he felt himself yearn to cradle something in his arms. Something warm and small, something that'll smile up at him and giggle, something that isn't scared of him. He knew the moment he saw you through the window in that kitchen he couldn't let this chance slip – a chance to have a child. He feels so... Alone. The need to care for a living thing grows stronger. He tried his hardest, really. Tend to you and care for you. His touch was softer and he watched the old movies and read the stories of how people acted towards children so he could know how to not freak you out. And his heart broke a little when he saw that Lester was the one that you warmed up to first – but he didn't give up. 'Family don't give up on each other' was a quote he heard one time and stuck with him. Yes, he had already considered you as family. To make you like family, he had to treat you like one. Most of the time he gets frustrated because of his extremely limited vocabulary. It was difficult for him to speak and he knew that a child like you wouldn't be able to properly understand his body language like his brothers do, but when you do start to learn step by step he feels the glimmer of hope grow stronger. Is around you a lot and makes sure you're in his line of sight as much as possible. He feels guilty that you had to witness them do all these horrible things and tries to shield you away from it but if you confess you know and shrugs it off anyway it's a mix between surprise and suspicion. He wants to believe you, he does but what if you're lying? It's too heavy on his heart to bear – he can't. Gets more protective and overbearing and doesn't realise it'll most likely drive you off that way. But if you do start warming up to him he feels like the happiest and most content person alive. Will cradle you in his arms if you'll allow him and stroke your hair if you decide to open up to him – he may be a man of very little words but he listens like no else.

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vparka · 3 months ago

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I know i'm late and very behind, but... day 1 of trying kinktober!

Prompt: Oviposition! MIDAGUE. (Midas x Montague)

*AO3 link *

Word count: 9.5k.

Warnings: Explicit. AU! Merman! Montague, Human(?)! Midas [[THEY MAY BE A BIT OOC], Fingering, *the eggs*, slick, scents, use of the word alpha, weird mermaid biology (don't ask me, i just listened to the brainworms in my head), not beta'ed. And this probably has some errors I overlooked (english isn't my first language;u; sorry)

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Living in a yacht was a relaxing experience, truth to be told. The vista was great, the air was always fresh and clean, add to that the fact that the coast was also the Agency’s territory and it was a perfect place to live in.

Most people would stay away from that side of the beach and the boat– as they should, unless they wanted to be mistaken for an enemy and be killed. So it wasn’t only a beautiful place, but a calm one too. Most days were silent, only the sound of the waves and the fauna could be heard, but if you entered the yacht, numerous meetings were held and many plans were made. Overall, the place was quiet and excellent to unwind.

Or at least that was until a certain sea creature decided it was time to wreak havoc on board whenever he pleased.

“Where’s Midas?” A silky voice asked the first guard he came across, sharp claws digging into the yacht’s paint job; something that would definitely annoy Midas, the owner of the yach, but only if the guard or Montague himself told the owner that he was the one who damaged it. But Montague would never declare himself guilty… and every member of the crew inside the yacht knew better than to annoy the merman.

Being now kind of part of the crew had its privileges, though he sincerely didn't need them much, being a predator whose place was high on the food chain already had the landwalkers walking carefully around him, enough to not upset Montague... but nobody needed to know that Midas had forbidden Montague from eating his crew members. Land walkers still needed to know their place.

The guard who had been scouting ahead with binoculars on the deck jumped, taken aback from the sudden question.

Then he glanced below, noticing a familiar presence.

An ethereal creature that possessed the form of a man, but also fish. Half and half, an existence that was supposed to be part of a fairytale, but instead swam lazily around the yacht with uninterest on dual colored eyes.

A merman.

A very pretty one: short black hair with curtain white bangs, heterochromatic eyes, full lips surrounded by light stubble. His bare chest was impossible to ignore, being a swimming creature had toned his muscles nicely, just as the sun had kissed his skin enough for him to be tanned. He possessed a large, heavy and powerful iridescent white tail, the scales shining like diamonds with the sun, just as smooth and sharp. A deadly beauty.

A breathtaking being who had the Agency’s leader wrapped around his sharp claws.

“Sir.” The guard acknowledged the merman with a respectful nod, then proportioned the information. “Mr. Midas is currently at a meeting in his office. Would you like to be aboard? ”

Such was their closeness that Montague, a maneater predator, was trusted to be inside a vessel full of food without constant supervision.

“I think I’ll wa– ugh.” Before Montague could answer, he grimaced in pain. He bit his tongue hard enough for his fangs to puncture the organ a bit, drawing some droplets of blood. One of his hands immediately went to touch his navel, trying to soothe the area. It didn’t work. “Oui. Get me inside.”

He hated being onboard: being limited in his movement and having to endure the stares of the crew. Don’t get him wrong, he loved having people admiring his perfect self, they should be awed whenever they saw him, but truth to be told, Montague preferred to take Midas into one of his numerous caves in his territory, just the two of them (and being able to swim freely) but in this occasion it was just impossible.

Montague had fought a lot during his lifetime, especially when he swam by himself all the way from France to the Island, fighting other mermen and sharks during his journey; he wasn’t a stranger to bruises and pain, but this time he couldn’t do it alone, he needed his mate.

The guard nodded and immediately called for others to help Montague get in.

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He ended up on Midas’ personal jacuzzi, inside his bedroom on the yacht. It was decent sized, maybe five people could fit in– or in this case, Montague and his large tail, Midas could squeeze in just fine too. In fact, they have done that before; whenever a storm hit the island and Midas couldn’t be outside the yacht, the caves being too dangerous for him in those times.

Even if he couldn’t swim at all, Montague found himself being comfy in the heated and bubbly water, it was great and never failed to make his muscles relax.

Except that this time, the jacuzzi couldn’t ease his pain. Montague’s scent screamed for comfort.

It was that excruciating time again, the dreaded three months after mating season for merpeople, the time to lay eggs so a new generation could be born. Only a mated mer could produce the eggs after mating season, though they were just duds in this case. Montague hadn’t let Midas breed him yet because he wasn’t ready to take care of an entire clutch of tiny versions of them– and Midas already had his hands full of looking out for his own daughter Jules, a strong young woman but forever the man’s kid. Montague adored her. Still, Midas didn’t know anything about this; their biology was completely different along with the fact that the merman hadn’t bothered to tell him about it. The crime boss probably thought that Montague was like a human male, but it wasn’t like that with merpeople at all: they only had a slit that could either sprout a cock to impregnate someone else, or use the slit to be impregnated; in their relationship Montague took the later role.

This was only Montague’s second time going through this; laying eggs was a painful process if not done correctly, a pain he thought he could survive all by himself but after swimming far away from the yacht the first time he laid a clutch of empty eggs Montague felt like he would die.

Merpeople mated for life; only having one partner during all their entire lifetime, someone they deemed worthy of them, someone who was equally as strong, reliable and that loved them with every inch of themselves just as they did. A powerful connection that could only be broken by death. It was a precious and important ritual for a couple, forming a family was actually expected of a couple after their first spent together mating season.

Intercourse could be done for pleasure just like humans did, but the bite of possession, or often watered down as just the mating bite sealed the deal; a mark that other mer respected with their lives and the only thing that indicated to their body that they had some kind of stability enough to breed and continue with their species. The message was crystal clear, one being belonging to another. Maybe it sounded a bit harsh, even primitive, but mer were incredibly possesive creatures, Montague hadn’t over did it when he bit Midas hard, it was totally justified. A great mate that also turned things into gold? Mer loved being adored and collecting shiny things, he had won the moment when Midas accepted being his human.

Though Montague hadn’t actually expected Midas to bite him first with enough force to puncture Montague’s mating gland on his neck, he didn’t even know how Midas knew about the bite but apparently he did and decided to boldly claim Montague while they had sex a year ago after seeing each other for about three years. The french mer was even more surprised that it actually worked, interspecies couples were rare but it was even rarer that mating worked on them. Montague of course then bit back with ferocity, how could he not claim Midas back? He was way better than any other met Montague had met during his lifetime, though them meeting had been a pure accident.

Which was a fun memory; the yacht had been navigating the ocean three years ago during a mission and Midas had turned something into gold; he dropped it by accident on the waters and Montague mistook it for a courting attempt. Montague had been flabbergasted that a mere low life land-walker had tried to court him, a mythic and perfect creature such as himself, but revealing his presence and embarrassing himself when Midas, in awe at the merman’s presence, denied the courting attempt was a memory that never failed to make him cringe. Still, Midas joking that it was destiny that made them meet made the memory somewhat bearable.

“Uuugh, merde. Fils de pute.” Montague groaned, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip as he rested his head on the marble surface of the jacuzzi. Nothing could distract him enough, not even their embarrassing first meeting. The pain would decrease every now and then, turning into a dull one but then it would come back full force, very much like that time a shark bit Montague’s tail when he had been sleeping… but worse. He had never endured this kind of pain before mating Midas, so it was only fair to cuss him right now. Montague was at least owed that.

Not only was it the physical pain of the eggs inside his body that tried to get out of his small slit without succeeding, but the emotional pain as well. The feeling of hopelessness and emptiness of not having his mate at such a vulnerable moment, which became even worse when he remembered that they were unfertilized.

Laying eggs was an intimate beautiful moment for a mer couple, the impregnated mer couldn’t be alone in it, especially in the dangerous ocean waters, the mate should be there to soothe, aid and protect.

But Midas wasn’t there for him. It hurt, horribly so. The first time Montague had swam far away from the yacht, ashamed of his biology and sure that Midas would find it disgusting. He heard from other merpeople that it sucked not having his mate present but he had incredibly underestimated it, the desperation and emotional agony was something he couldn’t endure again. And his slit either, because he had to pull the eggs out one by one all by himself that time, his sharp claws hurting the small opening in the process.

Never again.

That’s why he returned to the yacht after going missing for three months, right after mating season. Montague thought he could do it alone a second time, but the moment he felt ready the physical and emotional pain came slowly but surely, making him absolutely miserable when it reached its peak. Mindlessly, he found himself swimming towards the yacht with the plan of taking Midas into one of his caves, but he ended up in the man’s jacuzzi, waiting for him.

Hopefully, Midas wouldn’t be as disgusted by Montague as he catastrophizes in his mind.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Montague guessed it had been a considerable one when he heard the voice of his lover. The merman hadn’t even noticed when his mate had come inside the bedroom.

“Montague?” Talking about the devil. Midas’ deep voice distracted Montague from his pain for a second, his shoes making a subtle noise as he walked towards the merman in his jacuzzi. Midas sat on the edge of the jacuzzi, a golden hand rubbing Montague’s back softly. “You finally came back, my treasure. ” he whispered, taking in the sight of the beautiful merman inside his bedroom.

Montague only groaned as he felt the golden hand touching him, one of his own clawed hands immediately covered his lower body. Montague’s stomach was slightly more round than the last time Midas had seen him, coming back full of eggs suddenly felt too embarrassing again. Full of dud eggs. Not even fertilized, full of life ones. Was it too late to act like nothing was happening and swim as far as he could?

Why was he here, again?

“Bon après-midi.” He murmured, grimacing as his white tail spasmed of pain, but he still didn’t look at the crime boss. Montague instead opted to stare at a droplet of water that fell on the floor. He was dying to hug Midas, to kiss him and tell him that he missed him too, but the embarrassment was greater.

How would he look at his mate and tell him ‘hey, I ran away because I didn’t want you to see me laying our eggs, but I’m back and I want you to help me this time’ after he left the man for three months?

“I know that you like to travel, but I missed you a lot.” Midas confessed, eyeing the merman with great attention, trying to read his body language, to notice something different. His voice carried a calm tone, but inside himself Midas wanted to ask a lot of questions. “This is the second time you’ve left for such a long time in the same year, you never did before.” An opening so Montague could tell him, Midas desperately wanted to hear the man’s reason for leaving so suddenly, without a single word nor note, after spending such a marvelous night together during the last day of the mer’s rut. It was the second time he did it. Montague had been missing for a total of six months both times combined. It hurt.

They had a connection unlike any other, one that Midas and Montague had never shared with another being: Midas was never a very affectionate man, Montague neither, but they were on the same side, trying to overcome that coldness and stiffness to show the feelings that were already there. They loved each other so much in their own way, they were mates.

To Midas’ understanding (thanks to Jules informing him about merpeople when she found out that her dad was seeing the sea creature) being mates was something far more superior than a human marriage. He wanted that with Montague, but apparently the mer wasn’t as interested as him, if his disappearances without any explanation said something.

Montague remained silent, but Midas’ golden eye caught the sight of the merman’s white tail spasming at the same timeMontague sucked a breath in, his pretty face showing the discomfort.

Alarms rang in the man’s head.

“Are you hurt?” Midas tried to take a peek of the merman’s tail, but there wasn’t a single trace of blood or a cut as far as Midas could see. Montague’s upper body looked fine as well. “Did something happen, Montague? Talk to me.” His voice was soft, but firm.

“I’m okay. Just–” Montague’s eyebrows furrowed, his breath becoming more elaborated. He had been trying to hold it in for an hour but couldn’t do it anymore, he needed to lay his clutch but his slit was still so small. It would hurt like a bitch doing it like this and already knowing himself, he would become even more desperate trying to get thand hurt his body with his claws. He needed his mate. He needed Midas to help him with this. The crime boss couldn’t smell it because he wasn’t a merman, but Montague’s scent was incredibly sour at this moment, the smell of distress inside the room was suffocating even for himself. “Fuck no. It hurts, Midas.”

Absolute worry filled Midas’ face and his touch became even more firm, golden fingers started trying to find a bruise or cut on the merman’s skin, but it was useless. Midas’ worry would be endearing if he wasn’t so uncomfortable, Midas was more a man of action than one to express or tell his feelings, something that came with his line of work.

“What happened? Do you want me to bring a medkit?” The pale human then directed his hands to the shiny white tail, looking now for any bruise there once he noticed Montague’s upper body was fine. His fingers still caressed lovingly the sharp, iridescent scales on his way as he would often do. “Did you eat something that upset your stomach?” He asked once he noticed that Montague was rubbing his stomach insistently, trying to soothe the area.

It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened, Montague liked to show off how strong he was, though the time he ate a poisonous jellyfish had been a little too much.

His stomach was far more developed than a human’s, but still there were things that weren’t that edible even to them.

“I wish it was like that.”

That confused Midas even more.

Montague was the type to ramble on and on when he noticed that Midas was actively listening, he even stopped concealing his accent because he knew Midas liked it a lot. Him talking less than usual was a warning sign.

“Do you want me to take a look?” Midas offered, hands already trying to touch the merman’s stomach.

Before Montague could argue against that, Midas insistent hands were already on him. In any other context, Montague would be smug about it because of course Midas couldn’t take his hands off of him, he was that captivating… but right now his ego was on vacation, maybe even destroyed. His usual confidence wasn’t accompanying him today actually.

His tail spasmed again when another wave of pain hit, this time he scratched the edge of the jacuzzi with his claws. In any other scenario Midas would frown at Montague damaging his things so carelessly but this time he didn’t, his golden hands instead rubbed soothingly Montague’s stomach as he pressed a kiss on the merman’s neck.

“Food poisoning? I didn’t want to mention it, but your stomach feels a bit more round. Was it a jellyfish again?”

“It’s not that..” His stomach was in fact rounder, but now knowing that his lover had noticed it made him want to talk about it even less. “I prefer shark.” he bit his bottom lip, fighting the urge to whip violently his tail so he wouldn’t splash Midas with the jacuzzi’s water.

“Perhaps constipated? Last time I saw you, three months ago, “ Even when he was not facing Midas, Montague could feel the man’s icy stare on him. “You were also eating a lot of raw meat, almost no seaweed nor fruits.”

“Fuck you.” Montague’s voice was rough, but decided to fuck it. Fuck everything. They were coming, he needed to do something, he needed to get started. If he tried to hold it again, it would only be worse. Without saying anything more, the merman turned around to face his lover.

There were tears threatening to fall. “It hurts. Just… please.”

There was no time for explanations, his insides were contracting trying to get the eggs out. Midas wanted to mate him? Well, he should’ve known better. This was part of Montague’s species and he couldn’t do anything but suck it up.

Midas sighed at being cussed at, but directed his hands towards Montague’s hair so he could pet his head; something caught Midas’ attention the moment he noticed it.

The merman’s slit. It was a place Midas knew very well like his own hands, and it was in plain view… but Montague didn’t seem aroused. Quite the contrary actually. Still, he couldn’t help it but murmur:

“Well, aren’t you a demanding pretty thing? A little bold, even… considering that you haven’t apologized yet for disappearing on me after such a special occasion. ” The crime boss continued to observe, curious about why Montague wanted Midas to touch him when he wasn’t aroused.

Montague couldn’t resist it any second more, he loved Midas’ deep voice, he really did, but this wasn’t the time to hold a conversation.

Just as another wave of pain came Montague let his own hands immediately go towards his slit, on the way scratching the sensitive skin of his tail around it.

“They’re coming, I need them out. “ he whined, closing his eyes as he tried to insert a pair of clawed fingers inside the slit so he could pull out the eggs by himself. Not a second after, Montague hissed in even more pain as his claws poked his soft and sensitive inner-walls. He tried to suck it up and go even deeper, but his hands were removed with great speed.

Midas was looking at him with horror.

He knew Midas would find it repulsive, was what Montague thought.

Midas, on the other hand, couldn’t believe how reckless that move was, he knew first hand how sharp and deadly these claws were, and how sensitive and delicate was Montague’s slit. These two didn’t mix well.

“Montague, what are you doing? Who's coming? I don’t understand.” Midas took Montague’s hands into his own, caressing the fingers in an attempt to calm him down but his eyes remained on Montague’s slit, or more precisely, the skin and scales surrounding it and the tiny droplets of blood that were now painting the beautiful white color. “You’re hurting yourself!”

“The eggs.” Montague couldn’t fight the urge to whip his tail now, so he did it, not caring about soaking Midas. “Out. I want them out, now.”

“... Eggs?” Midas asked, now staring blankly at Montague, still holding the merman’s twitching hands.

Then the merman did something he hadn’t done since their first meetings.

He bared his fangs and hissed at Midas.

“Birth, Midas. “

It took the man a full minute to understand Montague’s behavior and words.

“Mermaids give birth to eggs?” Midas asked with sincere curiosity, but the only response he got was a glare. If that was the case, then it explained Montague’s slightly round stomach and how protective he was of it, but also the pain he was in. “Okay. I have many questions, but I still need your guidance, so–”

“Stretch me, that helps.” Montague demanded as he swallowed hard, removing his hands from Midas’, now clawing on the jacuzzi once again. “It’s so small right now, it hurts.”

Midas had to agree despite the circumstances.

Montague’s cloaca was small and exquisitely tight inside, but Midas supposed even that had its disadvantages. He couldn’t imagine the small opening giving any kind of birth, but as always, Montague was a creature full of surprises.

Still, Midas understood: there was no time for further explanations. Apparently Montague didn’t give birth like humans did, he laid eggs instead. And… birth? It shocked Midas greatly. Was Montague pregnant? Maybe that was the reason he disappeared out of nowhere. But… the merman had never allowed Midas cum inside, even in their most desperate, clingy sex they ever had.

Maybe the fact that they were different species had something to do with that, but Midas wasn’t really convinced. Their biology wasn’t that different from the little knowledge he had on mer; Montague liked to be an open book whenever he wanted or as closed as the heaven’s gates were for both of them. He had informed Midas a bit of merkind, but nothing as important as this.

Still he directed his golden hands towards Montague’s beautiful tail, the small slit five inches below the merman’s navel. With great care, Midas wiped off the blood staining the iridescent tail, scales very soft and slippery to the touch. Then he rubbed his fingers around the opening, poking softly with just the tip of his gold tainted fingers.

Montague sucked in a breath, but forced himself to relax and not whip his tail, which was larger than his upper body: the thing was pure muscle, extremely heavy, he didn’t want to knock out Midas accidentally a second time (the first time was a funny memory, though).

Midas watched attentively with his golden eye, looking for any sign of discomfort. Montague could hide his expressions very well, but his tail was something he couldn’t control fully. Even when Montague’s face was completely blank or he showed an expression that indicated he was annoyed by Midas, his pearlescent, almost see-through fins would flare and the end of his tail would wiggle a bit. When Midas swam with him around the yacht, Montague would often circle him as if he was a shark but in reality it was closer to bunny behavior. It was truly endearing. He could lie and mask all he wanted, but he didn't have full control of his body, just like Midas would turn things into gold accidentally when his emotions were too much for him to handle.

Noticing that Montague had relaxed just a bit by his touch, Midas pressed more insistently the tip of his fingers, slowly trying to make hid way in. Questions could wait.

“Oviposition then, mn? Not how I imagined us catching up after your vacation, but this certainly will make us closer, my treasure.” Midas let out a deep laugh at Montague’s look of mortification.

His fingers rubbed the slit in small circles; the tip of his fingers still slowly trying to make their way in, which seemed to get the insides slightly wetter and not with blood this time. Montague must be really sensitive right now if he was lubricating himself with the slightest touch, he thought.

“Merde.” The merman whined, biting sharply near his own shoulder. He let out another hiss when he felt Midas stopping, wanting to see if Montague had hurt himself with the bite. His fangs weren’t a joke. “Keep going, open me up.” he urged.

“I’m patching you up after this.” Midas sighed, wanting to do it now so he couldn’t see this majestic being bleeding in his jacuzzi; it still mesmerized him knowing his partner was this beautiful humanoid creature. “Relax, you’re incredibly tight.”

Midas introduced two fingers vertically in a slow pace, caressing the mer’s inner walls: up and down, feeling them up without any rush. Golden tipped fingers tapped on the walls in a playful way then caressing their way to the base of the slit, then going up to the middle and where he positioned his fingers horizontally with great care. Once he did it, Midas then started to pull his fingers out completely, then penetrated the hole again, repeating the entire process, enjoying the velvety insides and the way Montague’s tail and arm fins flared at the touch, his body shivering a bit.

Around the sixth time, Midas then started opening his two horizontally positioned fingers to start stretching him. He needed to get Montague used to the touch first before stretching him, after all. The slick that started being more produced was a nice bonus too.

It was incredibly soft and warm inside, Montague’s natural lubricant made the movements of Midas’ fingers way more easier and slicker. The feeling was pretty erotic.

Montague groaned at the feeling of being penetrated, he wasn’t as full as he would be when they had sex, obviously, but the fingers weren’t easy to ignore either, especially these; Midas was crazy good with them, his fingering technique was truly something else. They were working their way in, trying to stretch him and it just felt incredibly good, almost enough to make him ignore the pain.

With every second that passed, Midas’ fingers slowly increased their pace, becoming faster and deeper.

“You’re getting so wet.” Midas declared, now trying to make eye contact with his mer. With the hand he wasn’t using to finger Montague, he collected a bit of the slick that gushed out with the tip of a finger: wordlessly, he licked it clean. “Delicious, as always.”

Montague didn’t need to be told, he knew. He felt it, he could now hear it. The slick and the quick pace Midas was fingering him with gave place to a lewd slapping sound they were very familiar with, though it wasn’t as loud as it usually was.

Montague moaned, both at the memory of their last time having sex and the feeling of these wonderful golden fingers working him open.

“Oh, fuck.” Mindlessly, Montague’s grip on the jacuzzi got tighter, puncturing the material and leaving small stretch marks. “Ç-ça fait du bien, baby.” It was a shame Midas would never be able to smell it, but in a few minutes, Montague’s scent had gradually changed from an acidic great distress to a sweeter arousal.

“You like it?” Midas licked his lips, adding a third finger and repeating the initial process. He would never get tired of these warm walls hugging tightly his cock or his fingers; or when Montague decided to use his own cock, this very precious slit let him see it, touch and suck it. Midas loved whenever Montague wanted to rub their cocks together as well.

Montague’s cock was slightly different from his actually: it was white, almost like his tail and the length had small spikes over it (they weren’t like real ones, they actually gave Midas a ticklish feeling) overall, it had a similar appearance to Midas’. The difference was incredibly erotic to the crime boss, a reminder that he was the ethereal creature’s mate.

Montague bared slightly his neck the moment a deep thrust of the golden fingers reached even more deeper, making him groan out loud… but Midas, being just a human, didn’t notice it right away as another mer could. Submission. Midas didn’t know, but he was Montague’s alpha. He surely would be one if he was a merman too, just like Montague was an alpha mer: the reason why he had been flabbergasted when he assumed a simple landwalker (Midas back then) had tried to court him with gold. The reason why Montague had an attitude whenever they had an argument: Midas liked to be right, Montague would feel as if his mate was fighting him for dominance: he already let himself be ‘bitched’ as other mer would vulgarly call it, but he wouldn’t let his mate fight him on that, he made sure of it. Montague was a prideful mer alpha.

Good thing was, despite them being hard to deal with individually, they worked well together.

Montague bared even more his neck, moaning as now four fingers stretched him out. He hadn’t noticed when Midas had added one more, but now he felt it, he felt how Midas was scissoring his fingers inside him.

“That’s it, yeah… look at you, so wet and open now.” Midas continued fingering him, every now and then pulling his fingers out so he could soak them with the slick that gushed out, staring at them as he separated his fingers, enjoying how strings of slick connected his golden fingers, only to press them inside Montague again, sloppily penetrating him. “Do you think you’re ready? Or just a bit more?”

“A bit more, aagh.” The mer then tried to get close enough to circle his hands around Midas’ neck, who was still sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi.

Midas, noticing that, decided to get into the jacuzzi so the proximity would make it easier. He still needed to help Montague get the eggs out. When he pulled his fingers out and took a couple steps behind, Montague looked at him in a way Midas wasn’t prepared for. His eyes were glassy and his eyebrows almost flat, his full bottom lip trembled. Hurt.

“I’m gonna get into the jacuzzi with you, we’ll be closer.” Midas explained briefly, quickly removing his black dress pants, vest and white button-up along his gun holsters; only being left with his dark, tented boxers.

It would be a crime to not be aroused when he had been fingering his love and enjoying the sinful expressions on the man’s face. You couldn’t blame him.

“Be quick, last time there were three of them.” Montague lowered his gaze, his tail twitching in nervousness, though his scent had just gotten stronger; he still felt uncomfortable and in pain, but at least his hole was stretched; the arousal had helped in dilating his insides, almost enough to start pushing the eggs out.

Midas nodded as he entered the jacuzzi, but stopped when he heard Montague.

“Last time? This isn’t the first time you lay eggs?” Midas was surprised, when did Montague do that? And why hadn't he told him? To Midas’ understanding, Montague had to participate in something sexual to do that. Or… not? He wasn’t exactly open about mer biology. “... were they ours? Or…”

“Yeah, ours. Later.” Montague closed his eyes, his tone urgent in wanting to change the topic and continue. They were about to pull his second clutch out, but he wasn’t ready to tell Midas they were empty. There was no life inside them.

He didn’t want to admit it but that played a huge role in the emotional pain he felt. He was, in human terms, birthing but his eggs were empty, not fertilized. No mini Montagues nor mini Midas inside them. In normal mer couples, they should be. But they weren’t, he wasn’t even sure if they could be fertilized if he let Midas breed him at some point.

Empty duds were just a signal that he was a failure.

He knew that and still had taken care of his first clutch in one of his caves underwater whenever he wasn’t with Midas near or on the yacht. He knew they were empty the first time and still had grown attached, only for them to never hatch.

“Okay, let’s continue then. “ Midas sat on Montague’s tail, straddling him, sighing as he felt the heated crystal clear water of the jacuzzi relax his own muscles. The position made this way easier and intimate, being face to face so he opted to stay like that; then Midas started kissing Montague’s cheek, the stubble on the mer’s skin poking his own softly. Midas made his way to the merman’s jaw and went lower, making sure to bite and suck on his neck, leaving love bites wherever he could reach. His golden hands immediately resumed their work, four fingers slowly entering the mer’s hole and fingering it. Sweet and sensual first only to quicken the pace as the seconds passed.

Montague let out a variation of moans: tiny and barely audible ones when he felt Midas’ fingers caressing the warm and slickened walls on their way out; loud and whinier, sometimes incredibly deep ones when golden fingers penetrated the hole again and again, reaching deeper every time.

When Midas scissored them, Montague would respond by tightening his walls and gushing out more slick.

With his other hand, Midas started touching Montague’s pecs, knowing very well that the mer loved it when he did that; he cupped and massaged a pec, groping it the exact moment his other hand went deep inside Montague, the tips of his fingers touching something very firm but very slippery.

“Oh, god. Midas, Midas.” This was it; Montague moaned loud as his lover’s fingers reached even deeper, his stomach contracting at the feeling: the movement making him feel that something inside had moved.

Midas had touched an egg.

The mer was dilated and slicked enough that he hadn’t noticed when the womb he had developed the first time he let himself be bitched had pushed out the first egg.

He hadn’t noticed it.

This was already very different from the first time, which had hurt like hell and left him incredibly swollen and bloody.

This wasn’t. It hurt at the beginning along with the contractions, but it wasn’t as bad. He hoped it stayed like that.

“It’s coming, mmgh. Continuez, s’il v-vous plaît, mon coeur.”

Midas just hummed, delighted at hearing Montague’s breathless and slightly deeper voice.

He continued gathering enough slick to push inside, scissoring the warm walls as he waited for Montague to tighten his insides so the egg was pushed out a little bit more, that way Midas could pull it out carefully with his fingers. While he waited for that to happen, Midas leaned enough to suck on the closest nipple on Montague’s chest, groping the other pec at the same time.

Midas’ tongue immediately showered with immense attention the small brown bud, sucking harshly and biting softly. After some seconds, his sucking and groping were as unforgiving as the fingering.

Montague shivered as he felt small tears drop from his dual colored eyes. All of the stimulation was too much, but too good. He had missed this terribly.

Would Midas have done this the first time?

“Of course, Montague. My precious mer...”

Montague cried out when Midas’ tongue continued its assault on his nipple, his other hand pinching the other brown bud; along with the wet and sloppy penetration, all of these combined had his mind going blank. He could only feel.

Montague’s sudden hiss made Midas pause for a second, thinking he had hurt him with how rough he was going. He couldn’t say something because Montague quickly beat him to it.

“It’s stuck.” The mer whined.

“No, my treasure, it isn’t. You already have done this, just take a deep breath in and try. ” Midas stopped his obscene touch on one of Montague’s pecs and instead lowered his hand, touching the area around his navel. “I didn’t know you could get… pregnant.” Midas murmured as he got closer to the mer’s face, pressing small, sweet kisses on his jaw. Then he started caressing the skin slowly. “But you look beautiful. You’re truly wonderful, you know that, right? Unreal. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Montague looked at him with incredulity.

There was no way a man cold as ice as Midas was sweet-talking to him like that.

The man usually kept these thoughts to himself as far as Montague knew, often he would just demonstrate it but… it was endearing. Comforting, even, just hearing these words.

But maybe it wasn’t that difficult to believe in reality, after all. He was a great father to his daughter Jules– he still didn’t look like a poster family man, though.

Montague’s inner alpha purred loudly at that. Maybe it also wasn’t bad being sweet-talked to like that.

“I didn’t know you could purr like that. Meowscles does that a lot when he sun bathes on the deck.” Midas added mindlessly, pressing a kiss on Montague’s navel, fingers still deep inside stretching him out.

Montague blushed and whipped his tail enough to soak Midas a little bit.

He didn’t appreciate the human mentioning others when they were doing something like this, it felt wrong.

Midas let out a deep, breathy laugh.

“Okay.” He continued pressing kisses, sucking the skin around Montague’s adonis belt, making sure to leave lasting hickeys.

He didn’t care that the others in the yacht saw Montague shirtless when he was around, the reason being that the merman often was covered in Midas’ lovebites and at his side.

Okay, maybe he was a bit jealous when they stared a bit too much, but everyone already knew that the ethereal creature was literally Midas’ husband in human terms. “Breathe deep and try again, I think I almost have it.”

Montague just nodded, not trusting in his voice to break.

This was supposed to be a beautiful moment, laying his eggs with his mate… but he felt a bit guilty as he found himself feeling horny thanks to the penetration and Midas’ wonderful mouth on his body.

Still, Montague did as he was told. Took a deep breath in and put pressure on his belly, whining in pain and pleasure as his lover’s fingers reached deeper again.

“Golden f-fingers, huh?” He couldn’t help but try to joke to distract himself, trying again to put pressure.

This time the first egg felt bigger than the ones from his first clutch.

Midas snorted and bit lovingly at Montague's left hip.

“Very funny.”

Slowly but surely, the first egg touched the tips of Midas’ fingers inside Montague’s hole.

The mer was whining and moaning in an incredibly lewd way that it almost distracted Midas from the objective multiple times, only the feeling of the egg on his fingers maintaining him sane enough to focus. Midas’ erection was uncomfortable inside his tight tented boxers, he bet they weren’t only wet thanks to the jacuzzi’s water, but also pre. But it wasn’t the time to jerk off, even if he really wanted to.

Sometimes Midas refused to believe that one time where Montague told him that sirens didn’t exist and that he wasn’t one of them because they didn’t exist, duh; just a drunk sailor fairytale. Sirens in the media sang beautifully and were deadly, maneater creatures, mermaids on the other side were docile and sweet. For Midas, Montague was a siren: one that had captivated him like a siren would do to a sailor.

Montague’s already hugely inflated ego didn’t need to know that yet, though.

“That’s it. Just a bit more.” Midas informed the mer, stopping the fingering and instead placing three fingers wherever he could on the slippery egg with a firm grip. “Can you do that, love?” He stopped kissing Montague’s adonis belt and instead looked up, trying to make eye contact. “You almost have it, you’re doing so well…” another kiss was pressed on his navel.

“I’ll try.” His face contorted in pain as he did. This time the egg was definitely bigger than the first time, no doubt about that. Montague almost feared it would be too big and he wouldn’t be able to pull it out. He had heard stories about it. No, he shouldn’t think negatively. What you feared you attracted, or something like that Valeria (a fellow mer and his friend) had once told him when they were navigating Orca infested waters once.

No. Think positively.

Montague let out small gasps and continued: he had Midas, his mate, there for him. He wasn’t alone in one of his farthest caves all alone, hurting himself with his claws on cold waters, drawing blood and fearing sharks would find him in that vulnerable moment. No. This time he was on a heated jacuzzi with his mate aiding him carefully, trying to calm him down.

And Midas wasn’t disgusted by him.

With a loud cry, Montague tried again and this time his inner-walls tightened enough for the egg to be pushed out a little more: with the help of Midas’ fingers inside, he pulled the egg out slowly, trying to not hurt his mer. Finally.

Once Midas pulled it out, he observed the egg and his mate’s gaping hole, internally awed at Montague’s excessively produced slick, which not only was delicious on his tongue, but also had helped greatly: the egg was about the same size as Midas’ hand: in normal circumstances it should have hurt a lot more, perhaps even hurting the mer… that if Montague hadn’t lubricated himself as he did.

The egg was pearly white and had something Midas couldn’t point, but it seemed almost… iridescent? Like Montague’s tail. it was… pretty. It was really pretty.

Midas held it with great care, maybe it wasn’t like a human birth but it was one nonetheless.

He felt a smile taking over his face.

Until he heard Montague’s panic.

“What?! Only… o-only one?” His eyes looked frantically at the egg on Midas’ hands and his belly. The slight roundness was gone and he didn’t feel as full as he had in the beginning. This may have been only his second time, but he knew the feeling of his eggs being inside him very well. He had carried them three months inside, his body forming them after all. He was empty, there weren't any other eggs inside. “Just… one.”

“You can have more?” Midad asked carefully, not knowing how Montague would react. He looked very different from just seconds ago, almost sad, angry.

Montague’s bottom lip trembled at the question. Midas didn’t know because Montague hadn’t gone into deep details about merpeople with him, it wasn’t his fault, but the question hurt him. Yes, he could have more. He should have. A healthy, fertile mer could lay up to six eggs. He had three the first time. This second time he had only one.

They were just duds, lifeless eggs… but he had three. And now he had only one.

He knew he hadn’t let Midas breed him because guppies weren’t something they had discussed yet, but knowing he wasn’t laying fertilized eggs and was having fertile problems hurt something in his more animal side. His humanoid side could understand why that was happening and that his choices were the cause of that: he hadn’t the most healthy diet even before last mating season, so maybe that was the cause, the eggs needed more nutrients; but his feral side didn’t understand that. It couldn’t reason, it just felt. Thankfully, he could somewhat control himself, any other mer would have gone crazy and on a killing spree just out of spite and fury right now.

Montague bit his lower lip and tightly shut his eyes, not wanting to look at Midas and the egg. His mate probably thought a mer guppy would hatch off in six months or so.

He couldn’t bear Midas’ disappointment right now.

After a couple of silent minutes, the mer felt his mate sitting next to him, a tattooed arm circling around his shoulders.

“It’s very beautiful, don’t you want to hold it? I already washed the slick off of it, it should be less slippery.” Midas offered the egg to the mer, watching attentively how the mer started crying. Midas felt confused. Mer didn’t celebrate a birth like humans did? They were parents now, to Midas’ understanding. Very sudden, but they were adults already. Maybe Midas’ line of work wasn’t the ideal, but the waters were also dangerous. Montague was scary when he wanted to be and killed very easily, Midas had guns: they wouldn’t ever struggle financially with Midas’ golden touch. Maybe they needed to work more on their emotions, but they were fine. He had already raised Jules all by himself and she turned out to be a wonderful, strong woman; Midas had some parenting experience, surely their little… mer baby wouldn’t be too difficult.

“Get that thing far away from me unless you want me to break it.” Montague growled, refusing to look at them. He didn’t even want to see Midas’ soft expression as he held the empty egg. He would only yearn for the impossible, for it to be fertilized and then raise the hatchling with his mate. It would hurt even more. Just no.

Midas frowned at Montague’s defensiveness.

He didn’t… want the egg? For what reason? They were mated, Montague had bit him back so of course the merman wanted him, mer didn’t play about their mates, Montague himself had warned Midas when he asked how to court him. But why was he rejecting their egg? He didn’t want to raise a kid with him?

“That was very rude of you, Montague. That would be… killing.” Midas’ incredulity could be heard in his voice. “Would you kill your own kid?”

“It isn’t alive, it’s not killing. Flush it down the toilet or make it an omelet… if that is even possible. I don’t care.” the mer growled again, refusing to turn. Tears started to fall down again, wetting his cheeks.

“I can’t believe what you’re saying, you–”

“It’s empty! An empty shell, it’s not alive!” Montague then turned, facing Midas, refusing to be scolded. His inner alpha wanted to cry, he was once again going through the emotional pain of not being able to take care of his clutch because they didn’t exist. “Je suis un échec! A failure! That’s what you wanted to hear, right?”

He usually was calmer and more reasonable than this. But with something so personal that hurt deeply… he wasn’t in his right mind right now. Midas shouldn’t provoke him unless he wanted to get bitten for real and the human knew that very well, Midas had seen him hunt a shark with only his fangs once.

“Empty? This one isn’t alive?” Midas looked at the pretty egg, then at his mate. Montague had never exploded like this emotionally, so his words must be true. The tears falling off his pretty eyes only confirmed it further. “Like chickens? It’s a… dud?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, my precious mer.” Midas unexpectedly didn’t yell at him nor reacted harshly, instead he… hugged Montague? and let Montague rest his head on the tattooed shoulders? Then he felt numerous kisses being pressed on his temple.

Midas wanted to cuddle the merman and not let him go. To his understanding, this was the second time Montague passed through this, the first time should have left him scarred deeply enough for him to act this way and reject his egg because it pained him to look at it, which was an extremely depressing scenario to think about.

Being the mer equivalent of human pregnancy only for your creation to not be alive in the end. What an evil, sick joke. Montague had been missing for three months, so that should be the time he was gestating this egg all by himself. Where had he been when his mate had gone through this the first time? If Midas thought about it and looked for the similarities, maybe the first time had been months before the last mating season.

Montague had said he was a failure… but perhaps the failure was Midas, who hadn’t noticed his mer had been in great pain.

Of course he went crazy looking for Montague, he even bought scuba dive gear for himself and the members of the Agency so they could help him on a search party, but they had never found the sneaky merman. Every day for two and a half months, for hours, each time that the mer had disappeared, unless they had a mission they couldn’t postpone. Perhaps Montague knew Midas would go looking for him, so maybe he went deeper into the water where humans couldn’t go thanks to the pressure of the water, or maybe he even had left the island. Midas didn’t know, but didn’t doubt it, Montague was always a master of doing the unexpected just because he wanted to.

“You’re not. You didn’t know.” Montague murmured, sniffling and opening the palm of one of his hands, finally wanting to touch the egg. “I didn’t want you to know, because they’re not fertilized.”

He thought out loud, it seemed. Still, Midas continued kissing Montague’s temple, with the arm he had around the merman’s shoulders he pulled him closer: golden fingers now caressing the iridescent white scales on his shoulders. He wanted to soothe the merman, going through all of that alone… he was incredibly strong, but the weight was too heavy.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Montague. You know you can lean on me, right? That’s what mates are for.” Midas deposited the egg on the mer’s hands, watching intently. The egg and Montague’s tail were almost the same color… if they had a mer baby, would the baby possess Montague’s diamond like tail and scales?

“I know…” Now he did. After examining the dud egg, he returned it to Midas, not wanting to get attached again. “You can do whatever you want with it.”

“You don’t want it?”

“Duds dissolve after a month in water, ” Montague sucked in a breath, not wanting to talk about how he had watched two of his first clutch dissolve right in front of him, how desperate he’d been to reunite the incredibly delicate thorn pieces… only for the pressure of the water to disappear the remainings into nothing. “and they fall apart after four months here, on the surface, so…” the remaining egg from his first time. Montague had swam all the way to an empty tiny island to get it out of the water, not wanting it to dissolve too; he kept it there well hidden and protected, often visiting it after spending his day with Midas’ only to return one time and find nothing but pieces of it on the sand. They didn’t last forever. “You can do whatever you want with it.”

Midas wanted to comfort him about that, but Montague’s glare was clear, he didn’t want Midas to mention something about it because the mer himself didn’t want to talk more about it. The human nodded and took the egg into his hands, after thinking for a couple seconds an idea came into his mind.

“Its natural course is to disappear. “ Midas nodded, keeping quiet for a bit, not knowing if what he was about to propose would be seen as incredibly inappropriate or even disrespectful, but he was desperate to help in any way he could.” … But if there was something you could do, would you take the opportunity and be selfish enough to preserve it even if its appearance changed?”

Montague thought about it mindlessly but the realization hit him instantly when he noticed how delicately Midas was holding the egg, almost as if it was a treasure.

Was he… offering to turn it into gold?

Montague didn’t have to think about it twice.

“Do it. Turn it into gold, please.”

Anything to preserve it.

Midas stared at him, trying to find a single trace of doubt- if there was, he wouldn’t do it. It was their egg, something that was a product of their love even if it was empty inside, but he wanted Montague to be firm about his decision. If it was turned into gold… the beautiful color it was birthed by Montague would change, along with the softness and warmth: it would turn golden and heavy, cold. But forever preserved.

“Midas, do it.”

Midas didn’t see any single trace of doubt in Montague’s fiery dual colored eyes, so he kept the eye contact and let his golden touch work, the egg slowly turning into gold. Montague’s gaze lowered, seeing his own creation become a statue like the ones Midas kept laying around the yacht.

Once the egg was fully turned into gold, Midas offered it to Montague, who took it carefully.

Before Montague could say something, Midas hugged him tightly, not letting him go.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t reliable enough for you to come to me the first time. It hurts me deeply, but I trust you had your reasons, whatever they were. “Midas said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know what made you return, but I’m grateful about that. Please talk to me when something happens.”

“No, no. I just… I had the wrong idea.” Montague admitted, placing the golden egg on his tail and hugged back Midas. Then he tried to joke to lighten up the mood because it was extremely depressing right now. “Well, these are a lot of feelings right there. Who are you and what have you done to my stone cold Midas? Are you an impostor? perhaps a clone?” And it was depressing, he would probably spend an entire month mourning his egg, but this time he had Midas with him… and an indestructible golden egg.

Midas let out a small laugh.

Was it really that rare for him to express his sincere feelings? He knew both of them weren’t exactly the idealized couple, but they were trying.

“I’d really like for you to be more open to me.” Midas squeezed his mer reassuringly, not breaking the hug yet. “I love you, Montague.”

“Don’t say that right now, makes me want to actually try for a fertilized egg.” And it was the truth. This soft side of him was rare, but extremely welcomed- something Montague hadn’t admitted outloud yet, along with the fact that Midas hadn’t been disgusted by Montague and his egg, instead he had helped during the process and even seemed quite content with the idea of having to take care of the egg with him before Montague told him it was a dud; plus he already was a father, the man had raised his human daughter, surely he would be just as an excellent father for a pod of their own as he was with Jules.

Montague purred at the idea of them raising an entire pod. He had never considered himself a family man either, in fact, he never thought about having kids, but he knew he liked them. Well, Jules wasn’t exactly a kid, but she had been his stepdaughter the moment he mated Midas. Surely that counted, right?

“How do you fertilize an egg?” Midas asked with curiosity, smiling when he heard Montague’s purring. He had an idea, but knowing Montague as he did, it was better to never assume: Montague always found a way to surprise him anyway.

“By breeding me.”

“Breeding…?”

“Yeah, cumming inside, especially during mating season, duh.” Montague let himself grin, noticing how Midas tensed. The man always asked to cum inside, but Montague would deny him every time, even going as far as biting him playfully to stop Midas from asking a second time. Montague wanted to, but he never really tracked the days after a full moon where the chances of fertilizing an egg would be close to zero, he was way too lazy to do that. Maybe he should start, though. Knowing what he did, he murmured. “I love you too, Midas.”

C'est tout!

The end :) 💛💎

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