#ian needs a tasty mickey land fish

[spicycinnabun]

pt. 1 3 4 🧜🏻‍♂️

Ian had always had a thing for land fish. They fascinated him to no end. He wanted to look at them, learn all about them, and play with them. He spent hours thinking about it.

In the past, he’d had some close calls with sailors. He’d even used his siren song a couple times when he was feeling bored and frisky.

He’d damn near sunk half a dozen ships and even had to rescue one guy that had hit his head on the edge of his boat in his rush to get into the water after Ian had summoned him. Ian had gotten him back onto his ship before retreating undetected, but he hadn’t treaded that far again.

The fear of humans had been instilled in Ian at a young age. Stories from elders and his older siblings used to scare him, but there was just something about the male land fish Ian couldn’t help liking, despite all the warnings he had received.

Land fish could leave the water whenever they wanted. Ian yearned to know what was beyond the coast, but if merfolk like him were above water for too long, they would shrivel up and die.

On the other fin, humans couldn’t stay underwater for long or swim well unless they were in a full-body seal suit with a tank strapped to their backs. The weirdest thing about that was some of them had mini-tails they’d attach to their feet.

To Ian, they resembled duck feet. His best friend was a duck named Seadric, after all. They would laugh at the humans together, and Seadric would eat all the bread they tossed to him. He was a fan of them, too. Ian didn’t feel so alone with him around.

Being a merman was a very secluded life when you were single. Ian wasn’t interested in mermaids. Maybe some of the mermen, but... male land fish. He couldn’t stop thinking about them.

It had been a while since Ian had come across a sailboat. He perked up when he spotted a red-masted one in the distance. They usually didn’t come this far out. Ian's curiosity heightened, though honestly, it didn’t take much.

Sailboats were his favorite kind of boat. They had no motor, so they weren’t loud and obnoxious, and they had no dangerous propellers his fins could get caught in. If Ian had to, he could make a quick getaway.

He could see a blinding body on this boat. The skin of this land fish was as alabaster as his own—though Ian was iridescent instead of bright white. Usually, sailors were tan and wore shirts to protect themselves from the sun. This one must have been new. Ian could have some fun with him then.

Ian swam towards the boat. His scales were multiple shades of reds, coppery oranges and golden ambers that matched his hair, with speckles of green that matched his eyes. They glistened as his fin tips flapped happily above the water as he made his way to see the land fish up close.

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co-writing with my ian, @batty4steddie 🩵