#the little merman au

[klaudia96art]

for ultra king Magnus his little prince will always be his baby 💕😅♥️

[zambomarti]

Restyling of my merman Percy

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[panic-flavored]

"Good morning, Stone."

aka how to properly greet your merman bf/coworker/test subject every morning 🌄 ❤️

[im-not-corrupted]

I was consumed by the idea of Merman!Hob in the last few days and now I'm writing a Dreamling fic about it so have a small, 1.7k snippet from the much larger fic :)

Includes: near-drowning, near death experiences, perhaps many medical inaccuracies because I am not a doctor and haven't edited yet, Merman!Hob, Prince!Dream and some light angst.

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He awakes with a gasping, heaving breath. His lungs are greedy things, sucking in air with desperation, and he presses a hand to his chest. Beneath his palm, his heart races. Adrenaline and panic both fill his veins and his hand shakes. His lungs feel full, but as he coughs mostly involuntarily, nothing comes up at all.

It takes a bit for him to calm down. When he does, when his lungs stop heaving and he stops coughing and he is left with nothing but an ache in his lungs, his head and a rawness in his throat, he looks around himself.

He sits on a beach, the sands golden and kissed by the sun. It shines down on him, blessing his face with its light. His clothes are soaked through and no doubt ruined, and before him—before him is the ocean.

It holds none of the fierceness he saw earlier, and he stares at it blankly. It looks as welcoming, as lovely, as it did the day he stepped onto the ship. His mind had been occupied, yes, but he had enough awareness to acknowledge the sea’s beauty.

Not enough awareness to acknowledge its dangers, though. He remembers in startling clarity the coldness of its waters, the ferocity with which it drowned him, the storm that waged and threw him overboard.

He should’ve been more careful.

It is not just the ocean that lies before him, but a man, too. A man, staring at him with honey-eyes that catch the sunlight as though they were made for it, with a curiosity on his face that, if it weren’t for the sudden anxiety twisting his all-too empty stomach, would’ve endeared him immediately. His skin is tan, golden like the sands, and some distant part of his brain wants to press his lips to that skin and find out what it tastes like for himself. Like ocean salt and sweat and the sun itself, he thinks, and then considers the possibility that he may have suffered some brain damage due to oxygen deprivation.

It takes him a bit to find his voice. During that time, the man—sitting in the ocean as though he belongs there, ignorant of its gentle waves lapping at him—continues to stare, head tilted like a particularly curious bird. “Who are you?” he asks, wincing at the hoarseness of his throat. It feels scraped raw, and he thinks he would like to simply not speak for a while, only—only this is rather strange, isn’t it?

The man’s shoulders shake with laughter. He is a beautiful creature, this man, with chestnut hair framing his face. Laughter, and amusement, becomes him. Distantly, Morpheus is aware that he should probably take offence at the man’s laughter, only—only he doesn’t really have the energy. If anything, he thinks he’d much rather sleep. “The one who saved you, obviously. Or did you forget you nearly drowned?"

He has half a mind to scowl at the strange man in the water, but only just has enough energy to narrow his eyes. "You saved me," he repeats dumbly. In his defence, he did nearly drown, and sleep calls to him now. Nearly drowning is, apparently, rather exhausting. "We were in the middle of the ocean. We weren't even close to any land. How did you—"

Come to think of it, he can't recall having seen this man's face before. Though perhaps that's explained easily. He was distracted on the ship, after all, and it wasn't like he went out of the way to remember the entire crew. Both Telute and Lucienne always said he should try to interact with people a little more than he does, but he thinks recent events made him exempt from that rule these last few months.

Still. The man's statement doesn't really make sense. They were in the middle of an ocean, and in a storm no less. It would've been impossible for the man to save him then, at least not without a boat or ship of his own.

Thinking of it made his head hurt more. For a moment he feels ready to simply shrug and accept the nonsensical answer as truth in the hopes that maybe the man would leave him to rest. Logically, he knows that isn't what will happen at all. If this man knows who Morpheus is, if he recognises him, then there will be some kind of demand. A boon for saving the Prince's life.

He can't do anything about that now, though, and the idea of laying on this beach and letting himself wither under the sun's heat seems very appealing. He doesn't even know where they are, or how close he is to his kingdom. How he's supposed to make it back in this condition, he doesn't know. The task seems impossible, in all honesty.

The man does not leave him to rest, not even when Morpheus simply nods stiffly and says, "Sure. Saved me. Alright." He remains in the ocean actually, the waves lapping at his torso, and continues to stare at him blankly as though expecting something a little more. Eventually, he rolls his eyes—Rude, Morpheus thinks, but hardly cares at all in the moment—and moves a little closer. It looks almost like the ocean parts for him, but that's ridiculous.

Then—well, then things get even stranger. Which also seems impossible, but—there they are. The man shifts in the water and brings what looks like a tail out of the ocean, all golden scales and fins. Beautiful, he thinks, knowing he's staring but seemingly unable to help it. Of course the man's tail would be golden. That only makes sense when the rest of him could've been carved from sunlight.

A little belatedly, he realises just what he's staring at. Which is the man, who had a fish's tail.

Hallucinating. He is hallucinating, then. That makes sense. Still, he can't help but laugh quietly—it makes him wince, his lungs still raw and aching, but the pain is temporary and certainly doesn't matter much if he's hallucinating—and says, "You're a merman."

The statement is ludicrous. Morpheus wonders just how much damage nearly drowning can do to a person, and then figures he doesn't want to know at all, actually.

"That is what you call us, yes," the man agrees easily.

Sure. Why not. "Why did you save me then?"

He shrugs softly. “Too pretty for death,” the—the merman, of all things, tells him. It sounds almost petulant.

He is losing his mind. He had swallowed a lot of water. A merman. “One can be too pretty for death?” he asks weakly, his throat hoarse and his chest tight with pain. The ridiculous nature of the question at least makes that pain easy to ignore. It will get him later, he knows that much, but he lets himself be distracted by his amusement at the situation for a while.

The merman blinks at him, expression entirely serious. “You are.”

”Right.” Right. Of course. Too pretty for death. That makes sense. As much sense as a merman fishing him out of the water does.

Whatever energy let him carry this conversation leaves him suddenly and he falls onto his back on top of the sand, his elbows failing to hold him up any longer. The sun glares down at him and he gazes back up at it blearily. Exhaustion clings to him just as the beach does to his sea-soaked clothes. Sleep seems like a wonderful, bright idea.

He let his eyes fall shut. It isn't very effective for blocking out the sun’s rays—it remains insistent, and closing his eyes doesn't give him the satisfaction of darkness that he dearly wants. Still, while that would’ve been a problem any other time, his body yearned for the void, to let the dark take him. It would be easy to simply lay here and wither, until either the tide takes him or someone finds him. Whichever came first. He didn’t mind either way.

Then the merman spoke again. “Are you dying, pretty one?”

It took a great deal of effort, but he grunts, “No.”

”Are you sure?”

He is not, actually. But that is no concern of this mermaid, and he merely answers, “I am certain.”

Silence follows that statement. Morpheus lets himself relax, lets himself hope this is it. He can sleep now, he thought—and is quickly proven wrong, for the merman states, “You look like you’re dying. Does anybody look for you?”

He hardly cares. Distantly, though, he thinks Lucienne might be. Jessamy and Matthew, too. “Perhaps,” he says after a couple of minutes pass, when he realises he has not yet replied. "I would like to sleep now."

The merman makes a considering noise. "I do not know much about humans," he said slowly, and Morpheus can practically feel the concern in his voice now, "but I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea. I'll stay and talk to you until you're found."

"Must you?" he asks, a desperate edge to his voice. The merman's voice is pleasant enough, yes, but rest is the preferred option here, regardless of what he says.

"Yes," he confirms. Morpheus's eyes are still closed so he can't actually see but he can imagine the smile on his face easily enough.

He sighs heavily and wonders what he did to deserve this. Then figures this is some weird, twisted kind of punishment for all that happened with Orpheus and Calliope and resigns himself to his fate. "Very well."

The merman talks, almost endlessly, until the sun is low in the sky. It is, truly, an impressive amount of talking. Morpheus doesn't remember much of that afternoon. At some point, he regains just enough energy to sit up, to listen more attentively. The merman, whose name he doesn't learn, seems to appreciate that. And just when despair begins to eat at him—I will not be found, he thinks and despite his inaction while he sank into the ocean, the idea panics him, I will die on this beach—there are calls of his name from behind him. They are voices he recognises and his heart picks up its pace when he turns around to see Lucienne, Telute and Jessamy walking down the beach towards him, each of them looking a little rough but all of them alive.

When he turns back to the ocean, the merman is no longer there, and Morpheus wonders if he dreamt the whole thing up. He does not mention it as Jessamy helps him to his feet, as Telute pulls him in for a hug, as the three of them begin to make it back home, to their duties, but he does not forget the kind eyes of the man who saved him from drowning.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 3

Danny would guess they'd gone about 20 miles by the time he'd stopped. They were well within Siren Territory by then, not that that was any comfort, considering the source of most of the trouble in the last six months, but distance was distance. Thankfully, none of his usual enemies bothered to rear their heads, likely licking their wounds from their last encounters.

In a tiny cave blocked off by kelp and coral, Danny leaned back against a wall and caught his breath. Damian had been silent for most of the swim, which was a small blessing. It let Danny think; think about what happens next. The tiny siren loosened himself from Danny's arms, and did a few cursory flaps of his fins.

"Where have you been taking me?" Damian mumbled.

"Around. Can't exactly double back to Amity right now." He hoped Bruce Wayne was an accepting man. He'd adopted kids from all manner of backrounds, but that didn''t help the same nagging uncertainty that plagued him whenever he thought about his own parents. If he'd just doomed Damian to a life without his father, he didn't know if he could live with himself.

Damian floated to the other side of the cave, his eyes on Danny the whole time, arms crossed in a scowling expression.

"And then?"

"I don't know. I give you back to your dad? I wasn't exactly planning out every step earlier."

"Then what were you thinking?" Damian's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Do you suggest I return to the public, to school looking like this? I can hardly breathe over water, let alone walk."

"I don't know! I just..." Danny poked his finger webbing. "I've been doing this for six months. And the whole time, even if it was hard and painful, I never lost someone. No one ever, well." Danny swallowed thickly.

Damian huffed. "You are a poor excuse of a hero."

"I failed you, there's no denying it. I was too late, and I let you drown. I'm sorry. There was no other way, I swear."

Danny looked up to Damian again, but the smaller boy looked away, his expression unreadable. "Take me back."

Yeah, that wasp probably the best he could do for Damian now. Bruce Wayne was probably having the mother of all freakouts, and if Damian never wanted to see Danny again, then that was fine. He was sure the world's richest man would be able to accommodate Damian's needs just fine. Rich people were weird like that.

It took some begrudging glares, but Damian at least allowed Danny to take his hand and use his much better swimming skills, but Damian didn't look very happy about it. Then again, today was probably the worst day in the kid's life.

They were approaching the island at rapid pace, its lustrous palm trees swaying in the distance, a promise of stability, and safety at last.

Motors hummed in the water. Danny's blood froze. Immediately he submerged and ducked near the sea floor.

"What is this delay for? Let me see." Damian pushed against Danny's hand, but the older boy kept firm.

"Patrol boats. Dozens of them. And they're all on high alert. And they've got Fenton tech. Shit."

"Can't you swim past them?"

Danny sputtered. What was this kid thinking? He wasn't some god of the sea! "I can't fight thirty boats by myself! They're gonna skewer us both!"

"What about your camouflage?"

"That would've worked a couple months ago, but these guys have got Fenton Sonars."

Damian did a double take. "The Fentons? You mean the town crackpots?"

Ouch, his parents were a little obsessed, but they definitely weren't crazy. Not anymore. "The town siren hunters. And yeah maybe Jack's not great at hunting, but their inventions work. I've got a scar or two to prove it."

"My father is on that island." Damian growled. "You have to do something."

"But it's not your dad on those boats, is it?" Danny furrowed his brow. "Those guys don't see you as human, or even sentient. They think you're another monster to be studied."

"No thanks to you." Damian challenged.

Danny growled back. "I was saving you! And now you wanna be un-saved?"

They glared into each other's eyes. Danny should really feel bad about squaring up to this literal child, but man was he difficult not to get annoyed at. Deep breaths, Danny, deep breaths. This was going to be more difficult than he imagined.

Damian glared at Phantom, the supposed siren superhero of Amity Park. He wanted to scream, to yell and to cut something open, preferably Phantom, if he weren't his only ticket home, and if only he had his weapons on him.

Such a loss of composure would be beneath him, so he remained stubbornly defiant.

As much as he wished for it not to be the case, Phantom was in all likelihood correct. This horrid, horrid body was new to him. Dozens, no, hundreds of foreign sensations flared from every part of his person, each impulse sending his body wobbling in new, unexpected directions. He would never get through the blockade on his own, which killed half of his initial plans. These blasted sonars killed the other half.

Damian grit his teeth. "Fine." He said, despite the embarrassment welling up at having to admit defeat. "But this conversation is not over."

"I bet." Phantom said, the infuriating cur.

By Damian's estimates, it should have been around midnight when Phantom stopped. They took refuge underneath a larger cave, filled with sparse furniture, a rug and some tables, with dark green curtains over the entrance. Small glowing jellyfish provided faint light. It seemed like the hopelessly domestic scene Jonathan would enjoy.

Damian slithered (He didn't crawl or shuffle. He was too dignified) into the corner of the cave, where he assumed a defensive position and poured all his seething hatred into glaring at Phantom.

"Welcome to Casa de Phantom! Or at least one of them. I've got a couple hideouts here and there. I'd say 'make yourself at home,' but I guess you beat me to the punch." Phantom said with a laugh. How dare he!

Damian hissed. "Tt. I am taking advantage of the opportunity for respite while taking necessary precaution against a rogue element."

"A rogue element? I don't know if you're serious or just pulling my tailfin."

"Do not test me, Phantom."

"Right. Look, I'm gonna go get us some food, so just stay put or something or other. I won't be long and then we can talk about where we go next. Oh, and don't touch anything!"

Damian growled at him again for good measure. Phantom exited the cave in short order, leaving Damian with ample opportunity for investigation. He wouldn't be a Robin if he didn't seize this opportunity.

Damian uncoiled himself and pulled his body along the soft sand. The grains tickled and pricked at his scales. The tables held a number of different gadgets and tools. Human clothes like t-shirts, a few vests and belts were scattered around. The bench held various strange devices, like a glowing blue lipstick, and a thermos of all things. Damian knocked on the thermos, the clanging sound confirming it was hollow. The most incriminating detail of all, however, was the distinctive F logo branded onto the side of each and every device.

How does a siren with no legs acquire so many inventions from siren hunters? He supposes they really are better siren hunting inventors than proper fighters. It was a miracle Jack Fenton hadn't drowned by now, considering how he conducted himself in a fight.

The thermos was lightweight, its metal settling gently against his webbed hands. Videos of Phantom's exploits have been scarce, and grainy, showing very few useable details. Various buttons and lights adorned the thermos, showing it was no ordinary soup holder.

Damian popped the cap off. The thermos' interior contained a circular mechanism of some kind. "What in the world?" Surely this could not be a weapon. The cylindrical design and lack of handholds would have made it too unwieldy. The kickback from any shot would throw off the wielder's aim every time. As Damian peered and tried to get a closer look, his finger slipped on one of the buttons. Blast.

The thermos whined. Its interior glowed blindingly bright. Before Damian could react, a blue beam engulfed his body. Damian felt his body warp and compress into a tiny space, before his vision went dark.

Damian awoke, vision blurry and head pounding. Phantom's smug face floated above him.

"And that's why I told you not to touch anything."

Damian shook off the grogginess and sat up, almost colliding with Phantom's face. "What manner of trap was that? Were you attempting to disfigure me once again for your sick pleasure?! En garde!"

Damian was no good swimmer in this form, but it was easy to launch himself off the floor and into Phantom. Phantom, for his part, didn't sit idly like the last time. He raised his arm and blocked off Damian's access to his neck, a shame, but that did not stop Damian sinking his teeth into Phantom's flesh.

That is, if he could actually penetrate his skin.

Damian blinked in shock. Sirens were supposed to have razor sharp teeth. He'd seen those fangs in Phantom's own mouth. He should be drawing blood right now, but as he was he was barely denting Phantom's scales.

Phantom laughed, as if it just tickled. "Dude, I literally let you out of the thermos. It's not a 'trAP to diSFiguRe yOu fOR mY sIcK PleaSuRe,' it's just a containment device for sirens. Also can you stop that please, it tickles."

Damian flung himself off of Phantom's arm, retreating back into his corner. "How have I not drawn blood?! This is madness!" Damian sucked in breaths through his gills, an endlessly foreign and vulnerating sensation. "The only useful thing about this body was supposed to be its natural offensive capabilities, yet it is unable to achieve even that!"

"Siren kids just have blunter claws and teeth. Youngblood's the same."

"Do not call me a child!"

"Your claws will grow in over time, it's just the nature of things."

"You say that as if you will not return me to my true human form."

Phantom shifted uncomfortably.

Damian pressed. "Well?"

"Yeah about that..."

"Do not tell me you have no way to reverse it!"

Phantom's look of guilt sealed it. Damian's heart sank. Goodbye Robin, goodbye previous life. All his hard work and sacrifice for naught. Phantom had saved him from death by drowning, but suddenly Damian felt as if he were better off dead anyway.

Tears built up. What was happening to him? He hadn't cried since he was five years old, a show of weakness that grandfather had beaten out of him. Then again, he was really one year old back then, artificially grown to a competent age.

"H-hey, d-don't cry or anything, I was just-"

"I am not crying!" Damian shouted. He turned away from Phantom and stuffed his face into his tail, praying somehow the tears would go away on their own. He was Damian Wayne, son of Batman and daughter of Talia Al Ghul, there was no such thing as crying for him, none at all. There had been nothing, absolutely nothing he had been unable to overcome. He was going to overcome this, no matter what. These things he knew.

Why had this feeling not abated?

There had to be a solution, there just had to be. There had to be some kind of surgery that could split his tail into legs again. No that was absurd, what kind of quack surgeon can completely alter someone's species? Perhaps magic instead? Normally he hated the involvement of magic, but if it was the only way. Perhaps Zatara could assist, or he could pawn something off to that Constantine. But nothing ever good happened from associating with that man. Or maybe Aquaman would have a solution, someone well versed in oceanic magic, except Aquaman's claim of being king of the ocean was doubtful considering the siren attacks that lead him and Father to this forsaken resort town in the first place. What if... What if....

Damian felt lightheaded.

A weight pressed on Damian's body. Warm scales against his own, their individual texture segmented, but smooth, like a kind of weighted blanket. A hand laid on his shoulder. Damian remembered where he was, remembered to perform the mental exercises Father had taught him.

Slowly, his breathing evened out. His fins steadied into a gentle lull. Damian's eyelids felt heavy. His chest vibrated in a strange rhythm he couldn't place...

Suddenly the weight disappeared, and Damian blinked himself awake. Phantom retreated a sociable distance away, looking sheepish.

"Sorry, about touching you without your consent, I just saw you were hyperventilating, and I remembered a few classes about this stuff, and I watched that film too, Puss in Boots 2, it was great and-"

"Do sirens watch human media often?" Damian said. He gripped his tail, something solid to keep him anchored.

Phantom seemed to freeze for a moment. "Uhm well, maybe they do! just because we're sirens doesn't mean we're uncultured!"

Damian would have loved to pick this information apart, scan it for weaknesses until he knew this person in and out, but at this moment, he simply sat and let it settle underneath the shame of expressing similar, or even more weakness.

"Speak of this to anyone, and I will have your head."

"Yeah that would be a dick move, so if I ever did that, feel free to take it."

[glass-noodle]

merman connor doing that undulating wiggle bounce seals do to move on land

pov your favourite janitor has just snuck into your enclosure bearing fresh fish and big hands perfect for belly rubs

I also (re-)present to you: wriggling banana pose Connor

[tippenfunkaport]

For @glimbowweek Day 2: Meet Cute

Some time ago, my buddy @pinksunshinecosplay proposed an AU of Disney's The Little Mermaid with Bow as Ariel. Which at first seemed like random casting, but then she opened our eyes to the possibilities and we realized that it actually works really well so here's how this AU would work in my mind...

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[yonemurishiroku]

The Little Mermaid AU in which Bianca is Ariel who has left her brother to see the land, falls in love with someone up there, and dies trying to get his love.

And now Nico, with his sister gone, resents the land and the humans living on it - hides away in the trench, his tears ripples across the currents, creating numerous disasters in the sea, drowning many sailors alike in his own loneliness.

And Percy just happens to be a pirate obsessed with conquering dangerous seas.

[pikakaistudios]

It's slowly the end of Mermay, so I present to you...

Little Baby Mer

Ain't he cute?

[up-side-in-side-out]

could you draw stan and kyle as the little mermaid!! it would be so cute!! (i love your art!!!!)

Anon I love you for this request (also thank you so much!!!!!).

I had a few ideas for how to exactly to execute this prompt, and couldn’t decide so I did a bit of both!

Kyle: lionfish- Kosher fish lol. Their spikes and color remind me of him.

Ike: Rainbow trout- they’re found in Canada. Also a kosher fish!

Stan: Blue Dragon Slug- honestly just a gut feeling. His merman tail would be smaller than others because the creature he’s based on only grows to about 4 cm

I ended up making merfolk designs for both of them, but I do have more drawings with only one as a merman and the other human.

Comic and other ideas below cut!

I can see Stan in the little mermaid role pretty easily actually just due to his general kindhearted nature! I think if either of the two played the role of Ariel it would be him lmao.

On the other hand if Kyle was the little mermaid, I’d see him more like the classic tales of mermaids/sirens. I think he’d want to screw with the humans as much as possible to get them away from his home.

And with that, I present a short, slightly blurry comic for you

Annnnnnnddd a little bonus conversation from me and my sister!

[riririkinzi]

GOLDEN HORIZONS AND BOLD TIDES

Hey guys! You remember my update about my Goldenheart Little mermaid fic that's been discontinued because I don't like the summary I made and that I'm gonna rewrite it in a different plot? Well I am while collabing with @long-distance-muse we've come up with some HC/Summary and stuff before the actuall fic cause why not (＾＾)人(＾＾)

HERE ARE SOME HEADCANONS/SUMMARY

• Valerin Adopted Bal when he was 2 years old, since his parents were killed that time and the incident gave him a scar on his face which makes him a prince of the merfolk kingdom

• Bal is a curious mer since forever, quite and shy yet he had an enchanting voice that would make anyone fall for him.

• Valerin would often tell stories of the world above from her point of view cause she knew how curious Bal is, and he loves hearing them.

• Merfolks below 16 are allowed to go above the surface if their acompanied by anyone above 16 which is the age of their adulthood.

• A merfolks life span is up to 300 years but when a human and a mers lips joined together for the first time, a mers lifespan would be cut into 200 and the human's lifespan would be the same.

• Merfolks would began to age really slowly when they reach 20 and so would a human if the 2 would kiss.

• When merfolks die their body dissolves into seafoam after their last breath and left what they last wore during their deaths.

• Bal own a garden where his most colorful flowers are gathered together of a circle like the sun.

• When Bal was 13 the noticed the guards brought home a statue of a young man around his age or maybe a year older and it was a head till it's chest.

• Bal somehow was mesmerized by it's young and handsome face, so he ask Valerin to keep the staue as a display for his garden and placed it in the center of the flowerbed and stare at it all day.

• Bal was also known for staring above, when the seas were calm, he would perch himself on a rock and stare upward for hours, watching the dim and distant star, lost in his own thoughts.

• On his 16th birthday the first thing he saw were the fireworks blasting off with different bright colors and stars in the sky so he sat on the nearest rock to gaze at it all night till the morning.

• A while after that night he found Nimona when she was in their shark form when he was collecting human items and together they would explore shipwrecks for human items.

• Nimona could have been adopted but prefer to be his Ward and Bal just accepts it.

• Nimona's still a shapeshifter and mistreated but the humans so she fled to the sea and decided to have her signature form as a mershark.

• At the age of 20, when Bal and Nimona went to the surface he spotted a ship with so many lights and music playing with the fireworks launching at the sky.

• Bal and Nimona reached the lifeboats to get a closer look, and from Bal's pov, he was amazed from the sight, so much joy, laughter, lanters glowing bright and music playing beautifuly with crafted instruments, and people were celebrating.

• But what caught his attention was him, Ambrosius, a Noble from a long bloodline of Knights, the center of attention and the man from his statue that must have grown.

• His heart was fluttered for he could not take his eyes of Ambrosius not even Nimona's voice can stop him.

• Soon a great big storm came, damaging everything from the ship, people panicked as Bal and Nimona got off the boats cause the humans are about to escape.

• Ambro wasn't able to reach the surface as he was drowning, Bal knew he was gonna die and had to save him and swim as fast as he can.

• The storm had calm while sun rose at it's peak, as Bal place Ambro laying down on the sand.

• For a moment Bal couldn't help but gaze at Ambro, his scaley hand carrassing his strong strucured face.

• He slowly placed a soft kiss in his forehead, breathing as Ambro had slowly opened his heavy eyelids halfway through but closes them again.

• Suddenly Bal heard footsteps of running and some shouting, meaning humans are coming so he heads back to the water as fast as he could and hid himself behind the rock.

• As the humans ran towards Ambro, they immediently carried his unconcoius body as Bal watches over while hiding.

• As he swam back to the sea, he couldn't stop thinking about the night he saved Ambro, how he first caught an eye on him and gaze into him.

• Every night he swims to the same shore where he dropped him off, sat on the rock on the shore, watches over Ambro sitting on the balcony as the moon shines bright, wandering on who saved him.

• He was desperate to tell Ambro that it was Bal who saved him and desperate to become human.

• He had no choice but to seek the sea witch as Nimona carefully and quietly follows him.

• Once he enters it's home, the seawitch didn't show her face but only it's eyes and tentacles.

• Bal asked and begged the witch to become human and so the witch agrees to do so.

• She warns him that if he gains true loves kiss with Ambro, before the morning after a year of being human, he'll have the ability to become human and merman anytime he wants, but if he doesn't he'll die and turns into seafoam.

• She also warns him that every step he takes would feel like he's walking on knives and broken glass.

• The seawitch reminds him that her offer isn't free since he must pay the price and that price would be 2 things he owns: his Arm and his tounge.

• So Bal accepts the offer as he lets the witch cuts his arm off and his tounge with her tentacles.

• After giving his tounge and arm to the seawitch, she immediently gathered everything to make the potion.

• Before handed the bottle to Bal once she's done, she also reminded him that he has to drink it on land before sunrise, and once he drinks it he'll feel the pain as if a swords pierce right through his body.

• Once Bal left the seawitch with the bottle he held onto, Nimona swam towards him begging him not to do this cause she doesn't want to lose him, his kissed her forehead and continues to swam up to the surface.

• Once he reaches the land, while the moon is at it's peak, he instantly drank the potion till it's empty, he groaned as if a knife plunged through him then his body collapsed as everything went to darkness.

• When Bal wakes up, the first thing he saw was Ambro looking at him, asking his name, and if he's alright, but since Bal couldn't speak, he stayed silent.

• Bal is taken in by an enchanted Ambrosius who feels a strange inclination to the mysterious stranger.

• He gets cleaned up and dressed in finery, which is when Nimona sneaks in and chews him out since Queen Valerin is worried and they’re mad that he just left them despite her asking not to leave them too (could be used to set up conflict on a sequel) but they ultimately understand how love can make people do stupid things so she lends her help as long as Bal doesn’t do anything stupid like turn into seafoam.

• In his rooms which Ambro gave Bal to rest in, he was trying to practice walking, it was hard and painful at first due to the seawitch's warning, but he learns to get ignore her and gotten used to walking more.

• Bal haves dinner with Ambs and they get to know each other better. Ambs starts theorizing that Bal might be royal because of his etiquette, wit and hopes so cause he down bad right now.

• The next day, they go on a date in the village, and they accidentally cause a scene where Bal’s feet hurt too much that he collapses and Ambs catches him. But that makes the hood he wears fall down, revealing that the noble was in town with a stranger.

• This makes it to the director, who is a guest who was staying with the insistence of Amb’s parents to help them set him up for a political marriage that would increase their political power while making Ambs happy. But the director just wanted another noble in the palm of her hands.

• For almost a year, the Director starts sabotaging their hangouts and tries to constantly embarrass Bal to the point that he is ‘commoner’, there are rare times that her plan worked but most of them didn't.

• Nimona catches on to her plan and informs Bal, who goes toe to toe with the director in the court.

• Ambs sees Bal in his element, and realizes that it was Bal who saved him from the storm, he wants to marry him whether he’s a noble or a commoner.

• Director realizes that the stranger is more of a threat than she realizes, so she switches tactics and instead of trying to chase him out, resolves to kill him.

• Nim, Bal, and Ambs notice and react differently. Nim tries to find a solution to bring Bal back to the sea where he’s safer. Bal starts second guessing because of one trap where Nimona got hurt in. and Ambrosius realizes that the person he loves is in danger and resolves to confront and stop the director before she kills him.

• Ambs confronts the director and is backed into a corner of either he marries the woman she arranges for him or his lover dies and he agrees to save Bal, and Bal overhears that Ambs agreed to marry another and is heartbroken.

• Looking for Nimona to make sure they go back safely and to turn into seafoam from despair.

• For the afternoon till sunset, he sat on a rock at the shore thinking about his death, and for the first time now as a human, tears from his eyes had shed down through his face from all the pain and suffering he's in, all of those sacrifices for nothing.

• Nimona finds Ballister in tears, learns about what happened, and shows him the dagger that she trades her hair for the seawitch, and tells him that he can return to a merman if he just draws Amb’s blood.

• Bal is conflicted but he doesn’t wanna leave Nimona alone with all the hair they have given up for (cause death is significantly harder to arrange visits for) and hides the dagger under his pillow.

• Ambs bursts in, sees Nimona and Bal, Nimona shifts and hides behind Bal and Ambs is afraid. Now Bal realizes he truly has to pick between the sea and land.

• Bal shields Nimona behind him and approaches Ambs, hugging him sadly before leading him to his bed. He beckons Nimona closer.

• Nimona explains situation, Ambs shares his side, lovers realize they can’t be together and Ambs takes the knife and lightly drags it over his heart, just enough to cause blood to spill on Bal.

• Bal faints from the pain of transforming again then lands on Amb's arms, he carries his body to the sea, where Queen Valerin waits for them after Nimona spilled the beans.

• Bal spent the next few weeks in his room in sadness thinking how he never got to say goodbye to Ambro, that 2 worlds can't be together, and most importantly that he trade his tounge, his arm for nothing, forever will he spent the rest of his 300 years of living in silence, but alteast he'll keep his memories of him.

• Valerin ensuing shovel talk and slight respect for the human who cared enough for her son to agree to a loveless marriage.

• Not only Ambro's parents find out the Director's plan but also that Bal was a merman and it was him that saved Ambro, and gave him their blessings immediently.

• Ambs sets Bal down and kisses him on the lips, magic sparkles, Bal got his voice back and finally can now be human-merman.

• Val is impressed by the power of their love and grants Ambs the power to turn into a merman, his life span would extend into 200 years with Bal and offers them to wed in the oceanic courts.

• They wed, kiss, all the wedding night stuff if you’re into that and officially adopt Nimona.

• Head back to land the next day to a fuming Director, shows off the wedding rings, Queen Val shows up in her ocean queen glory and demands the director’s arrest for threatening her heir.

The redesign of Merman Bal is coming soon along with some art and more. But right now enjoy on this list that me and the amazing @long-distance-muse made together

(This is a mixture of the Hans Christian Anderson, Disney and some little inspiration of @mvjerbs Prince Ballister AU)

[2-dsimp]

If you’re requests are open, can you do Childe or Kaeya if they were mermaids- with a story like the little mermaid but of course with a darker Yandere twist. If you have time of course, I don’t want to pressure you into anything and you seem to very busy with the Yandere simulator au ( which is amazing and so cool we can choose options and it just so good and perfect )

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The Little Merman (Pt 1!)

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Yandere merman! Childe! x lifeguard reader

Cw: yandere tendencies, gore, ect

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He was always watching you.

From the beginning you’ve managed to catch his eye, as he hadn’t witnessed such a thing before. Seeing a human perched on top of the high white tower, paired with a small tool that mimics bird chirps. Carrying a long board attached to the hip, using it whenever someone was floundering in the water.

Childe couldn’t help but to be curious as to who you were, and whatever you do is called. Normally he’d mind his business and work on what needed to be done with his pod, the Fatui. But he was known to indulge in his impulses wether it be a good bloody fight or something as pure as wonder.

You’ve sparked his interest in how it would feel to have two legs that could not only swim. But also manage to close the distance separating the two of you.

And with that in his mind 24/7 he began monitoring you getting closer every time you’d swam in his territory. One time he even managed to snag a little keepsake from you, while you were too busy saving a life from drowning.

Apparently it was important, so to his pleasant surprise you’d frequently step inside the water. Making him all the more eager to ogle you and observe your bodily anatomy. Just a mere few inches away from you, without you ever noticing the predatory stares he’d shoot you from beneath the deep waves.

The longing gaze in his azure eyes began getting murkier as time went by growing tired of this invisible barrier separating the two of you. So he began to search for any and all means to bring you to to his side. He went to the Sea witch, an powerful eldritch being, hidden amongst the deepest of treacherous sea trenches and wind currents.

“Little one, what you’re seeking leads to a path bordering among that of insanity. “

The Eldritch warned.

Their gigantic mass hidden beneath a shroud of darkness, which failed to cover up the huge tentacle’s curling idly in anticipation. The many eyes they had glowed dimly, reflected off of the cavern lights planted within the sea cave.

“Are you sure you want to be separated from the seas embrace and be born once anew as a mere human?”

The Sea witch asked their voice echoing off the cavern walls eerily.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I wanna try having legs for a change instead of this huge tail haha”

Childe joked, making the ancient Eldritch look down on him in displeasure. Before continuing with the briefing on contract.

“I can give you what you need in your quest for love. However the sacrifices that’d be made should you fail to capture your Darlings heart cannot be undone. “

The Eldritch witch had been present for many centuries to come, to witness mainly tragedy and grief come from those who’ve failed to clear their unrealistic conditions. Nonetheless a request is a request, the Sea witch wished this time their client will achieve a happy ending.

They also hoped that the little merman knew what he was getting into.

“Do you understand, young one?”

“Yes, ma’am “

Childe answered in all seriousness. Straightening up his posture to look up directly into the Sea witches many pupils, taking them aback from his unshakable will.

They say the eyes are the windows into one’s soul. And from the unnatural desire eating away from behind his blue eyes, The Eldritch could sense something dark festering inside his heart. With a knowing sigh they knew it was too late for this poor unfortunate soul, and were curious of who the human that caused such depravity in his being.

“I require a multitude of sacrifices, you must provide me 5 hearts, each having met their demise differently. “

The Eldritch sea witch outreaches her hand towards Childe, who looked on in concentration of the illustrations coming to life from traces of magic dancing in their huge clawed palms.

“The first heart must be drowned.”

A blue heart is shown to flicker out erratically as it’s heartbeat slowly trickles down to a stop.

“The second heart must be strangled.”

A purple heart is shown to be squeezed until it pops, it’s heartbeat deflated until there was only silence.

“The third heart must be chopped into pieces.”

A Yellow heart is shown to be on the chopping block writhing in agony from being thinly sliced into cubes. It’s heartbeat spiked with every chop going out with a screech.

“ The fourth heart must be eaten alive…”

A red heart is shown to be thrown out to the wolves, surrounding the defenseless prey. Before Bearing their teeth and pouncing onto the heart, devouring it savagely until it’s pulse was no more.

“Lastly the fifth heart has to be the sacrifice of whoever your Darling holds dear as they will become the catalyst for this ritual to work.”

A pink heart is shown to be the only survivor, Childe could hear their pulse beat loudly. He could only grow a manic smirk as he just pictured this as a bloody good trial to test his devotion. Taking note from his old friend Zhongli’s mistake, he wanted to make sure that he’d be the one to undergo the transformation.

Since he was confident that he’d be able to overcome anything keeping him from his darling…

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Now from beyond the dark waters ocean view, twirling around a trinket he stole from your unsupervised beach spot. A little bracelet with a small dolphin bead attached, that floated within his webbed hands.

Childe was waiting for the right time to strike…

“I’ll come up there to meet you soon baby, so just wait for me won’t ya?”

[spicycinnabun]

pt. 1 2 4 🧜🏻‍♂️

Mickey glanced up from his book when he heard a soft splashing in the water near him. He thought maybe it was a bird that had landed by the boat, but…

“Holy fuckin' Christ!”

Mickey jerked back. That had to be the biggest goddamn goldfish he’d ever seen. Or maybe it was a giant man-eating fish that wanted him for dinner. Mickey didn’t know what the fuck lived in the lake. Jesus, did Lake Michigan have sharks? Either way, it was quickly coming in his direction.

He scrambled to stand up, getting his legs out of the water in case whatever it was decided to take a nice big chunk out of him. His book slid off his lap and fell into the lake with a plop that he barely noticed because he was too busy watching the glittering…

Wow, those colors…

Mickey blinked a few times, dumbfounded by its beauty, as it twisted and twirled in the water, doing a little dance. His fingers suddenly itched for his markers and drawing pad. At the same time, he shook his head quickly to snap himself out of it and reached for the gun in his shorts’ pocket.

It was just instinct, alright? Could you shoot a fucking fish in the water? Mickey didn’t know!

Mickey aimed and loaded, finger poised on the trigger as it got closer and closer. He grunted in shock when he saw a human torso. His eyes couldn’t comprehend what they were seeing. Was the fish eating a guy already, and the guy was trying to swim away?

“What the fuck?!”

Ian knew that he had gotten too close—that he had been spotted—when he heard shouts above the surface of the water. For some reason, he didn’t feel scared. He popped his head out of the water to check, bright green eyes widening when he saw the short, raven-haired land fish pointing a peculiar object at him.

Mickey was losing his goddamn mind. That was a red, curly-haired head of a guy probably not much younger than himself. His eyes were so bright they were twinkling, catching the sun mesmerizingly. And down below the water, though it was blurry, was a fucking fishtail. Attached to the guy. Half fish, half man. Mer…merman. Mickey gulped.

Then the guy opened his mouth—an alluringly pink mouth—and let out an unearthly sound.

It wasn’t unpleasant. It was soft, almost like music, caressing Mickey’s eardrums. His grip went slack on the gun, and he dropped it in the water, watching with a dazed expression as the merman (fuck, man, this really couldn’t be happening to him) dove below the water to fetch it.

Ian smiled up a storm as he resurfaced. “What is this thing?” he asked, holding the heavy contraption by the barrel and pointing it at himself. It wasn’t so scary now that the land fish didn’t have it. Ian looked up, distracted again as he took in the colorful markings on the land fish’s arms. “Whoa, cool scales!”

Mickey’s head cleared whiplash fast. He lifted his hands in alarm. “Jesus, don’t fuckin’—be careful! It’s a fuckin’ gun. What the fuck do you think? It’s loaded, don’t pull the trigger.”

The guy had a grin on his face like he’d just opened a fucking Christmas present. Maybe he was a dimwit, Mickey didn’t know—he also didn’t know why his heart lurched into his fucking throat. And he was thrown by the compliment. Cool scales. What? What?

Mickey was more concerned about the gun that could be turned towards himself any second.

“Fuckin’ gun,” Ian repeated, looking at it. Something to be careful with. Don’t pull the trigger? (What was a trigger?) He furrowed his brow, not wanting to keep holding something that could hurt either of them. Maybe it was like a harpoon. Ian had seen fish being harpooned by humans many times. It was awful.

Mickey might’ve barked a laugh if the guy hadn’t been holding the gun. He didn’t know what a gun was? Was he insane or just great at acting?

“Look, can you put that down?” Mickey gestured towards the stern—poopdeck, whatever. He was… thirty percent sure now the guy wasn’t out to eat him. “I won't hurt you. I’ll put it away.”

Ian contemplated it only momentarily, then put the gun down on the boat.

Mickey held his breath and slowly crouched to grab it. He kept his eyes on the merman as he lifted the red seating cushion from one side of the boat, which was also a storage space. He nearly shot himself in the foot first, though, at the following words that left the merman’s mouth.

“I knew that you weren’t going to hurt me. You sounded so scared. You don’t look scary. You look pretty,” Ian complimented. “I’m not going to hurt you either.”

Mickey choked on his spit and blushed crimson—something he hadn’t done since he was about fourteen, and his sister caught him with his hand down his pants, jerkin’ it to one of the heartthrobs in her Seventeen magazine.

He hastily clicked the safety on and dropped the gun in the storage compartment, closing it. Pretty? How the fuck was he supposed to respond to that? The guy said it with such honest fuckin’ sincerity, too. Didn’t seem to be yanking no chains.

Mickey really didn’t know what the fuck to do, so he decided to ignore it, shoulders relaxing slowly. This merman was acting more like a puppy than a human-eating monster.

Ian swam closer to splash Mickey with his tail, presenting himself and showing it off. Maybe he could be friends with the lovely land fish.

The rush of cold water hit Mickey’s chest and made him shout again. “Ay!”

Ian loved that reaction. What a funny noise. He knew the land fish would be grateful since he looked so hot. That was the worst part about being above the water, or so he imagined. Ian hated being hot and only was when he was above the surface for too long.

The combination of his sunburnt skin and the cold lake water felt fucking freezing. Water dripped down Mickey’s chest, leaving a wet patch on his shorts, already drying from the relentless heat. But he felt an insatiable urge to get a closer look at that flapper.

Before he knew it, Mickey was sitting on the edge of the boat again, watching the sunlight hit iridescent, shiny scales in colors he wondered if he’d even be able to recreate on paper. Probably not. He wasn’t a goddamn Picasso.

Stopping himself before he did something like reach out, Mickey returned the merman’s gaze. Then something occurred to him, and he felt like the most gullible asshole on the planet. “Is that a fuckin’ costume?”

Of course it was. Maybe this guy was one of those weird cosplayer people. The ones that dressed up like crazy characters from their favorite shows and pretended to be them and shit.

Mickey knew some girls liked buying fake mermaid tales to swim with and pretend to be mermaids. Maybe this was just that on an… extreme level. It all looked so real.

Ian was happy that the land fish had settled, looking comfortable again. He followed Mickey’s gaze to his tail. “My what? That’s my tail.”

Mickey paused, then shook his head. “You need a ride back to your boat or somethin’, man?”

Not that Mickey could give him one, now that he’d lost his fuckin’ book and had no idea how to sail anywhere.

“I don’t have a boat. Don’t need one, obviously,” Ian replied. He flicked his tail again pointedly. Maybe this land fish wasn’t so smart.

Mickey raised his eyebrows, amused now that he knew he wasn't going crazy and talking to an actual fucking merman. “Right, course,” he replied.

If the guy wanted to keep up his weird charade, who the fuck was Mickey to stop him? It could have also been the fact that the “merman” was otherworldly levels of attractive and was sort of flirting with him, that Mickey didn’t tell him to just cut the psycho bullshit.

There weren’t many pretty guys in the clink—and if there were, they hadn’t been able to scratch that particular itch Mickey needed scratching. Mickey hadn’t had a proper tumble in over two years. He wouldn't be too choosy about sticking his dick in crazy if it meant finally getting scratched.

“Do you need help getting back to the shore?” Ian asked worriedly. “Boats like this aren’t normally out this far. Not that I want you to go…"

It was refreshing to see a young, hot land fish all the way out near the findom. Ian started to swim around Mickey's dangling feet, needing to burn off some energy. He was too excited.

“Ah fuck, I did come out too far then. Kinda what I thought.” Mickey scratched at his jaw and his itchy five o‘clock shadow.

That was a real problem, but if his new acquaintance knew how to work those sails and take him back, that’d work. And it was probably just an excuse to get back to wherever the fuck the guy came from.

Mickey watched the graceful loops around his legs the merman was performing. He must’ve practiced for a long time to get that good at wearing the tail. He didn’t seem tired at all.

“A’right, fish boy, hop aboard. You’re gonna have to de-tail yourself, though. Promise I won’t look.” He wondered if the guy would go as far as flopping around on the boat like an actual fish out of water.

Ian stopped swimming around, glaring up at the land fish. “I’m not a fish boy. I’m a merman. Also, I have a name. It’s Ian.”

Ian couldn’t go onto the boat. He couldn’t be out of the water that long, let alone help sail the boat or take off his tail. What the fuck?

Mickey almost chuckled. The power of that glare was pretty impressive… but still amusing as hell. “Oh. I see.”

Ian’s glare vanished. He grabbed one of Mickey’s legs and gave it a tug, pulling it further into the water. “Come swim with me. I wanna play, don’t you? I can push you in the right direction after we have some fun.”

Mickey quickly grabbed onto the side of the boat, inching his way back when his butt slid to the very edge, heart going slightly faster at the thought of falling in and sinking right down into the dark depths below.

His brows furrowed skeptically at the invitation and the fact that the guy wasn’t planning on getting on the boat. Maybe he was just nervous. Mickey had almost shot him, after all. But they were in the middle of the fucking lake, and unless he was planning on swimming to shore, he would have to get on eventually.

“I don’t think so, man,” Mickey said just as Ian went for his feet, nipping at his ankles playfully. Mickey jerked them away from him. Jesus, those teeth were sharp! He kicked at Ian but only ended up splashing him. “What the fuck! Ay! Stop bitin’ me, you fuckin’ piranha!”

Ian ducked the kicks, laughing up a storm and causing small waves as he just got splashed. He enjoyed that thoroughly. He was already having so much fun. He was glad now that he had been spotted. Usually, he wouldn’t dare get this close to a human, but he had a really good feeling about this one.

“Land fish tastes pretty good,” Ian teased, licking his lips.

“Land fish? I’m human, bitch. And I got a name. It’s Mickey.” Imitating Ian’s earlier attitude, Mickey huffed. His stomach was acting weird, doing little somersaults as he listened to that strangely melodic, joyful laughter. He’d never heard anyone sound so carefree. “Yeah, I’m not lookin’ to be fish food today, sorry.”

“Human bitch,” Ian repeated. Was that a different kind of human? Ian hadn’t heard of the human bitch before, but it was obvious now that Mickey… was different. Ian smiled. He liked the human bitch’s name. It was just as cute sounding as he looked.

Jesus Christ. “No, that’s not—” Mickey rubbed his face. God, this guy was fucking deranged. A human parrot who wanted to be a fish. “You know what? Forget it.”

Ian calmed and leaned back into the water, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at Mickey. “I wish you’d join me. It’s so hot above water.”

Mickey took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, taking a deep pull as he watched the wannabe merman. As if he needed reminding of how fucking hot it was outside. He was burning to a crisp on deck, while Flipper down there was cool and refreshed.

Mickey exhaled his smoke, tongue dry in his mouth and sweat rolling down his spine as his gaze roved over the impressive body stretched out, glittering and glistening beneath him. Mickey squinted a little against the sunlight, trying not to let his eyes stay on the spot where Ian’s dick was hiding beneath his tail. There wasn’t any indication of a bulge there, so he probably wasn’t packing much.

“Can ya do any tricks then?” Mickey asked, changing the subject. “Little flips, merman parkour on the coral?”

Ian had relaxed long enough. Without a word, he smirked and dove under the water, disappearing from view.

Mickey’s eyebrows climbed to his hairline. He looked around, trying to spot that tail, but saw nothing. A few seconds of silence passed, and Mickey started to feel a little uneasy, with just the noise of the mainsail flapping against the boom where Mickey had lowered it improperly. Then he heard something behind him, and something shot out of the water and flew above him in an arc, right over the boat and then back into the water again.

 “Holy shit!” Mickey said, nearly dropping his cigarette onto his shorts.

It was Ian. Mickey, once again, couldn’t believe his fucking eyes. That was actually… that was amazing. Mickey’s jaw was practically in his lap. He’d only just managed to close his mouth by the time Ian resurfaced.

“How in the fuck did you do that?” Mickey asked him. “You in the fuckin’ Cirque Du Sun or some shit?”

That had to be it. The crazy makeup, the dancer-like movements, the acrobatics, the ridiculous body. Circus freak, for sure.

Ian laughed at the first question. Before he could answer, Mickey asked a second question that he didn’t understand. He furrowed his brow instead of repeating it and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re asking me, but that’s one of my favorite things to do when I’m bored or want to show off... I’ve been jumping over things like that since I was a merlad, so I’ve gotten pretty good.”

A merlad. Cute. That was fine. Ian could keep his secrets if he wanted to. Mickey bit his chapped bottom lip. “Mhm.”

“Now it’s your turn to show me something,” Ian said. “It’s only fair.”

If Mickey wouldn’t join him in the water, he could entertain Ian another way.

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co-writing with my ian, @batty4steddie 🩵

[jingycakes]

#MerMay came early this year besties 😤😤 I present to y’all PART ONE of the 7 Sons of Triton in my TD little mermaid au with Alejandro as Ariel. Also I went with inspo from the live action’s designs, but with each character’s own flavour. It made sense given the diversity of the new sisters and the diversity of TD’s characters. Also to choose his “brothers,” I went with characters Al has the most positive interaction with (take that with a grain of salt…) either canon or in the fandom (this is more obvious in part two). Anybody who wants to dabble in adding to this au are very much welcome to, show these mermen some love 💗

So as consistent with lore of the live action little mermaid, we have:

Prince Alejandro of the Carinae Sea

Prince Duncan of the Chaine Sea

Prince Scott of the Saithe Sea

And Prince Lightning of the Fracus Sea

[glendybluebird]

MerMay 2023🧜

I just LOVE annoying my OCs with Encanto's rascal😌✨

I was supposed to finish this earlier and have more MerMay content this May, but there were changes in our vacation plan. We had a long road trip before my flight back to the city.

By the way, Alora Luna is a triplet and these guys in the beginning are her brothers.

[pricetagofficial]

The Little Merman -D.G. Part Three

Warnings: Fluff, angst, probably some other warnings that I might need to put? Idk man its late and I kinda don't care.

Masterlist

Pairing: Merman!Dick Grayson x Reader

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: I Told y'all I wasn't dead. Might as well be with how work keeps doing me dirty. Like, if it's gonna fuck me over at least make it fun for me? ANYWAY. Here is a long overdue part for this series, and I hope you all enjoy this!

You paced back and forth by the carriage Dick was supposed to be out here a while ago. Did he change his mind? Did he suddenly have no interest in you?

Tara was by your side, waiting to see you off before she continued on with her day. Her mission was to make sure you and Dick didn’t fall in love, maybe then she would get her own wish. The weight of the now empty potion bottle rested heavy in her bag. She slipped the potion into both yours and Dick’s morning tea, and it seemed to be taking effect, unbeknownst to you.

Dick wasn’t sure what happened, one moment everything was going good and then he seemed to lose everything he needed for the day. As you said, Roy and Kyle were helping him get ready for the day but no matter what he did everything went wrong.

It took three pairs of pants, and four shirts before Dick was dressed and ready to go, deciding to leave his hair unkempt and shaggy, afraid what would happen if he tried to do anything to it.

What he didn’t realize is when he finally showed up, was the way your eyes focused on him. You thought he was beautiful with the way his hair hung in his eyes, making the blue striking against the black of his hair.

Of course, Roy off to the side noticed the way you were looking at DIck and only grinned before he cleared his throat.

“You need anything before you leave Y/N?” he asked.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you turned your attention to Roy. “No, thank you. If I do, I’ll be sure to send word.”

Roy nodded and helped you and Dick into the carriage, a stupid grin on his face. Handing you the reins, he wished you luck before watching you ride off with Dick. Little did he know just how much you needed it.

The ride through the town was a peaceful one, you pointed out the different parts of your kingdom to Dick, giving him the history of each little thing. You showed him through the part of town that was right outside your castle walls, the oldest part of the city.

Dick sat and listened to you intently, soaking in every bit of information you gave him. He learned that your family had been here for generations, and the people loved you. He would see the common folk wave at you, and you waved back.

He loved seeing you like this, Dick knew what it meant to be of royal status and the responsibilities that came with it, but one look at how you treated your people told him that you were made for this. The people loved you, and you loved them.

It made him a little homesick, but that kind of life wasn’t for him. It was suited more for the others, not him. Hopefully, Bruce would see how much Dick wanted to be with you and let the marriage go.

Dick was suddenly jared from his thoughts when there was a loud crack of wood and the carriage the two of you were riding in suddenly dropped and you pulled it to a stop.

Looking over at him, you gave Dick a worried expression that made his insides warm.

“Are you okay?”

Dick nodded.

Letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you sighed and tied off the reins before getting off and walking around to look at the damage. You weren’t sure how it happened, but you somehow ran over a ditch and it snapped one of the back wheels off the carriage completely. It was nothing more than a few spokes of wood now.

Dick leaned over the edge and let out a gasp when he saw the damage. How were they supposed to get around now?

As if you heard his thoughts, you looked up at him with a smile. “It’s fine, this was an old carriage anyway. Why don't we move it to the side, and then we can ride horseback through the rest of the way?”

Dick gave you an apprehensive look. How were you supposed to ride one of those things? It looked shocking and downright dangerous.

“Don’t worry Dick I’ll–” You stopped, looking behind Dick to see the horses were gone.

“Uh Dick, where did the horses go?”

Whirling around to look, Dick was shocked to see the horses were gone! How did that happen? He watched you tie them off so they wouldn’t escape!

Rubbing your face, you let out another long drawn out sigh before taking a deep breath. Today was supposed to be about you showing Dick around, and you can still do that. You were just going to have to find a new way to get around.

Putting a smile on your face, you looked up at Dick and smiled. “It’s okay, we can walk. It gives us more time to look around and see the sights!”

Dick smiled, seeing how you were able to still stay positive, before nodding happily and making his way off the brokedown carriage. Offering him your hand, you smiled as you helped him down.

He was still getting used to walking on legs, and it was a lot harder than swimming with a tail that’s for sure. Once his feet were on the ground, Dick looked down at you with the biggest smile on his face. He couldn’t believe he was here with you, soaking up the rays of the sun as it shined down on you. How many nights did he spend dreaming about a moment like this, and now here he was, promised an eternity with you.

All he had to do was keep his end of the bargain.

Keeping a hold on his hand, you walked with Dick down the street. The dirt road beneath was old and worn, but it did its duty as it led you from one area of town to the other. Down towards the port, you could smell the fresh salty, sea air. You could feel the way it called to you, the promise of what lay beneath its shimmering waters beckoning you closer.

But something kept you from grabbing the nearest boat and sailing out, you had a duty to take care of the man with you. As much as your heart longed for the man from the sea, you knew it could never be. He couldn’t be on land, and you couldn’t live in the sea.

As if he could sense your troubled thoughts, Dick gave your hand a squeeze.

Looking up at him, you saw the inquisitive look he was giving you. You knew that look from somewhere, but you couldn’t place it.

“I’m okay,” you smiled. “Just thinking about the ocean, and it’s mysterious wonders.”

His eyes didn’t leave you, as if he was asking for you to go on. Letting out a slight chuckle, you looked out to the horizon.

“The ocean is so vast, there is so much that humans haven’t explored, depths we haven’t reached.” You watched from where you stood, the path leading you to a cliff edge where you could see the ocean for miles from your position. “There’s an entire world down there that no one on land knows about, I want to know everything. I want to experience all it can offer, see where the waves can take me with nothing but the sun and the misty breeze to guide me.”

Dick watched you with a look of awe on his face. The way you watched the waves roll, and breach the shore with a look of far-off wonder in your eyes. It made him homesick, but Dick wanted to be with you.

When this was all over, he promised himself he would take you anywhere you wanted to go. Only if it meant he got to see you look like this for the rest of his life. If he spent the rest of his days chasing after adventure with you, looking to satiate your curiosity, Dick would do it a thousand times over.

Hearing the shouts of people around you broke you from your trance, the sea had an ability to lull you under its mysterious spell. Maybe one day it will sweep you away with it, if you let it.

Turning to head towards town once more, the cliff beneath your feet began to crumble and break. A panicked look formed on your face as the ground disappeared and you were falling through the air.

A shriek left you as you fell, the last thing you saw was Dick’s face before a pair of hands darted out to catch you. Holding tight for dear life, you looked up and saw Dick there gripping your hands tightly, so you wouldn’t fall to your death.

“Dick! Don’t let me go! Please!”

He nodded, moving to try and pull you up. This couldn’t be the end, he couldn’t lose you like this. Holding onto you as tight as he could, Dick pulled.

Trying to keep your breathing under control, you used your feet to try and boost yourself upwards to him so he could pull you easier. With your feet slipping once or twice, you felt his grip tighten before you were finally pulled up and over.

Dick grateful that you were okay, didn’t even notice or care about the fact he was lying in the dirt with you draped on top of him. Your labored breaths were ticking his throat as you rested your head on him trying to calm your racing heart.

What was going on today, first the carriage, then the horse and now you almost fell to your death? Whatever it was, you hoped it was over.

Planting your hand on his chest, you pushed yourself up and looked down at Dick who had wide eyes as he watched you with rose tinted cheeks.

“Are you okay?” you breathed, looking into his eyes. You could see them swimming with emotion and so many unsaid things, what you wouldn’t give to see what was going on in his head.

Dick felt like he couldn’t breath, you were laying on top of him. Not only that, he could feel every part of you pressed against him. The way your chest fit against his, and your hips angled just right that if you moved he would be in a very compromised position.

Suddenly glad he didn’t have his voice, Dick nodded. He knew if he spoke, it would betray him and embarrass you both.

Glad to see he was okay, you carefully pushed off of him. Rising to your feet, you offered him a hand and pulled him up.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving my life,” you began. “If you hadn’t have been here, I don’t know what–”

Dick put a finger to your lips and shook his head, a soft smile on his face.

How was he so cute?

Fighting the heat rising to your cheeks, you kept a hold on Dick’s hand as you led him further into town once again.

The rest of the afternoon was nowhere as eventful as the beginning. You and Dick still seemed to experience bad luck, but after the cliff crumbling under you, none of it seemed so bad. You gave Dick a tour of the square, even stopping to dance with him to the music the locals were playing.

You could feel the heat radiating from his chest as he held you close, dancing around with the widest smile on your face.

When the sun began to set, you and Dick made your way back to the castle. You were still down a carriage and horses, so it was a bit of a walk back. But because you had someone with you, it wasn’t so bad.

Dick walked with you as your voice filled the night air, telling him story after story. If he wasn’t in love with you already, he had to be now. After spending the entire day with you, Dick knew in his heart he made the right choice. There was nowhere he wanted to be more than with you.

As you walked, you saw the moon reflect on the sea. It brought your thoughts back to your merman friend, and wondered what he was up to at this time. Did he miss you? Did he even realize it’s been several days since you last saw him?

Shaking your head, you had to get him out of your mind when you had an amazing man with you. For someone so quiet, he spoke volumes to you. You could see the excitement and wonder when he looked at things, truly appreciating everything for what it was, and what it could be.

His imagination and curiosity inspired you to learn more, it made you want to understand him better. What good was chasing a fantasy when you had someone right there with you?

The moon was high in the sky when the two of you finally made it back to the castle, the night air filled with the sounds of crickets, and frogs singing their songs. Your mind was filled and confused, Dick was an amazing guy. But was he the one for you?

Meeting you at the doors was Roy and Vic, a look of relief on their faces.

“Where have you two been, and why did the horses return without you!?” Roy hissed, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you.

“The carriage broke down and they got away,” you shared a look with DIck before looking at Roy. “It’s been a very eventful day.”

Roy saw the look you shared with Dick before a grin formed on his lips. “I can see that,”

“Well, how about we get our friend settled and we can talk about it.”

Nodding softly, you smiled at Dick. “I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

Dick smiled back and nodded, before he made his way back up to his room with Roy behind him.

The walk was quiet, while Roy followed. Dick could tell he wanted to ask him something, but stayed silent. He couldn’t tell if it was because he couldn’t talk, or if it was too awkward to mention.

Whatever it was, it kept Roy silent until they made it to Dick’s door.

“Do you need anything else?”

Dick shook his head.

Roy smiled, “Alright then. If you need anything, you know where to find us.” As he began to take his leave, Roy stopped and turned back to Dick.

“You know, Y/N doesn’t warm up to people this quick usually. You must really be something special for her to spend the whole day with you.”

Dick couldn’t fight the blush on his face forming at his words. What was he talking about? When Dick first met you, you took a liking to him immediately. Then again, he was a creature from the deep. It could have been just pure curiosity until you were comfortable.

Roy noticed the blush of Dick’s face and snickered, “See you in the morning.”

Before he could embarrass himself even more, Dick quickly entered his room and shut the door behind him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his heart was going a mile a minute, as he felt it pounding against his chest.

What was this? Nerves? Anxiety? Dick has never felt like this before, like he was going to jump for joy and throw up at the same time. What was wrong with him?

“I think you are truly in love Master Richard,” a voice piped up from below him. Looking down, Dick saw Alfred there looking up at him.

Dick clenched his fists as he slid down the door, to the floor. Running a hand through his hair, he looked to Alfred. He couldn’t ask him what to do, not having his voice was harder than it looked.

“I heard what that man outside said, I think the young lady has taken quite a liking to you.”

Alfred chuckled at the questioning look Dick gave him.

“Yes, I really do think so. I’ve been watching, and I think she is falling in love with you, like you did her.”

Now Dick’s entire upper body was hot, the blushing rushing from embarrassment.

“I am not a blind crab, Master Richard. I really think you have a chance of getting that kiss and getting to be with her.”

Dick’s face softened, as he leaned on his knees. Giving Alfred a thankful look, Dick sat for a bit so he could calm down before he climbed into bed with thoughts of you filling his dreams as he slowly dozed off.

As he fell asleep, a few doors down Tara stared into her mirror with the reflection showing Slade once again.

“What do you mean it didn’t work?” He growled.

“I mean, the potion didn’t work.” she hissed. “It almost got Y/N killed, and only brought them closer together. We need a new approach.”

Slade sat there and contemplated. He wasn’t sure what a simple bad luck potion was going to get him, so it seemed he had to find a new approach. Turning around, Slade looked at the cabinets until he got an idea.

A wicked grin grew on his face. If he wanted something done, he was going to have to do it himself.

“Slade, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking of paying a visit myself.”

“What are you–”

“You’ll see when I get there.”

Tara stared in disbelief, what was he talking about. Before she could ask, Slade disappeared and she was looking back at herself.

What had she gotten herself into?

~~~

It wasn’t long before Roy joined you out on the balcony that looked out to the sea.

“Y/N, I think you have a keeper.”

Turning to look back at him, you gave Roy a confused look. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

Roy chuckled, “I’m talking about the guy you have sleeping upstairs.” Leaning against the railing, Roy let out a sigh and looked at you.

“I know you have a thing for your fish friend or whatever, but Y/N face the facts. It would never work between you two, you’re human and he is only half. Even if it was possible, you’d be asking him to give up his entire life for you.”

Roy was the only person you told about your merman friend, and your possible growing feelings for him. But the thing was, these last two days he hasn’t been on your mind as much, with Dick coming into town and throwing your days for a loop.

“What are you saying?” You looked at him, watching as he stared at the sea longingly.

“I’m saying, the sea isn’t as forgiving as she looks.” There was a sadness hidden in his eyes, you knew what Roy had lost to the unchanging tides of the ocean. His family had shipwrecked when he was young, and that was when he was taken in by Oliver before he met you on a visit to your kingdom.

“Cherish what you have, you never know. What you’re looking for might be right in front of you.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, Roy slipped away and back into the castle.

Cherish what you had? What was he talking about? You loved what you had deeply and took care of it all to the best of your ability. It was true you were missing your friend, but Roy had a point it was never going to work between you.

Dropping your head with a sigh, you looked up at the night sky. The stars were in perfect view tonight, the way they shined against the black of night was beautiful. They shined almost as much as Dick’s eyes, with the way they twinkled above you.

Dick’s eyes really were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. They looked like the raging ocean, beautiful as it was violent. You would have to sail the seven seas to find ocean water as blue as his eyes.

Wait, since when did you start thinking about Dick?

Now that you thought about it, your mind was on him the most these last few days. Was he what Roy meant by what you were looking for might be right in front of you? You couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he looked at you, or the way he felt when you were laying on top of him after he saved your life.

It had only been two days, there was no way you were falling for him. Right?

Looking at your hands, you couldn’t deny the way you felt. Was this what you were really meant for, to fall in love with a complete stranger?

Wait, since when were you in love?

Looking up, you could see the light to his bedroom. It was still lit.

Were you really going to do this?

Turning to make your way upstairs, you heard something behind you. Looking back you saw a shape on the shore, it was dark and vague. Squinting your eyes, you could barely make out the shape of a man before you went sprinting down the halls,

What was it with men showing up on the shore stranded these days?

Everyone in the castle was asleep, so no one was there to stop you as you took the shortcut out the front door and down to the beach. Sure enough there was a man there lying face down on the sand.

“Hey!” you called, picking up the pace to reach him. “Hey, are you okay!?”

Sliding to a stop on your knees, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over. Not only was he missing an eye, but he looked to be older, with streaks of gray in his hair, and beard but no other serious signs of age. Pressing your ear to his chest, you could hear a heartbeat but it was faint.

Not thinking twice, you tilted his head up and plugged his nose before opening his mouth and breathed into it. After giving four puffs of air, you began to do chest compressions.

“Come on, wake up!” you muttered, putting all your weight into his chest.

Doing four more puffs of air, you began to feel a little funny. Your head was swimming, almost as if you were lightheaded. But you couldn’t stop, you were going to save this man no matter what.

After another set of compressions, you began to do four more puffs. By this point, you didn’t feel in control of your own body. After the fourth puff, you felt him sputter up water and take a deep breath.

Letting out a deep sigh, you relaxed back into the sand and watched him. “Are you alright?”

Shaking your head, you felt your vision get clouded over but you could still see. All you were able to focus on was the man lying in the sand in front of you.

The man nodded before looking at you, “Yeah, thanks to you.” Carefully, he sat up and looked around.

“Where am I?”

“You washed up on an island, I live in a castle not too far from here.” Why were you telling him all this information?

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, “Who are you?”

“You can call me Bruce.”