#mer!vash

[novasintheroom]

We’ve got color now!

[lightnis-moonlight]

Hey! ^^ So I have a little short story for you guys! :3 It was meant for this year's MerMay, so I am a little late, but I still hope you enjoy it. óvò Here is a tiny summary for the short story: Work had been really stressful lately, so you decided to take a nice vacation to one of the beaches you had gone to as a kid. Though, while you were enjoying the warm, sunny weather, you met quite a curious, spiky haired, golden blond man in the water's salty depths.

And if you'd like to read it, here is the AO3 link! :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66091885

I wish you all a wonderful day! <3

C ya! ^^

[mediocreanomaly]

Creature!Vash train continues! :D

May we have some nsfw with mer!Vash please?

Authors Note: Yes of course! Sorry for the delay my creative brain was fried. Also theres alot of build up so uh...smut with feelings? Sorry if thats not your jam but Mer!Vash has customs you know. Enjoy!

GN!Reader!!! I don't go into detail about the readers uh...equipment so you can read it as either or

Read the SFW Pt.1 Here!

Mer!Vash X Reader NSFW

•It had been a tedious process for Vash to court you. He was doing everything in the book to show off how good of a mate he would be.

•He brought you lots of fish (dead this time after the last incident) to show he could provide food

•He scavenged lots of shiny objects to show you how good at finding resources he was

•He'd make you sit at the rocks and watch him swim for hours to prove how strong of a swimmer he was, and despite his missing arm, he was in perfect health! He'd be a great mate for you, see?

•You seem receptive enough to the advances, always eagerly accepting the courting gifts, bringing him new foods to try when he visited, you had even bought a few cookbooks to figure out what he liked and although you hadn't gotten him a courting gift since the gold earring that currently hung proudly from his ear lobe he knew. It was time to make you his.

•There was one final step, a courting ritual custom for merfolk to see if you'd finally take him to be your one and only mate. He was equally nervous and excited pestering all the other merfolk he considered himself close with about it for days on end.

•Wolfwood is admittedly uninterested not caring about anything human related in the first place, luckily Meryl and Milly are more on the excited side letting Vash ramble away about his perfect future mate. Meanwhile, Nai is fully against it, angrily telling him off anytime Vash even brings it up… but you can't please everyone!

•So Vash steels himself, pulling himself up on the rock the two of you have deemed your meeting place, only this time he has something special planned

"Come here!" He calls to you in his own choppy mimicking of human language, although he was getting better at it, he still preferred merfolk speak.

•You hear Vash’s voice and trail out of the lighthouse, confused as to why Vash is calling you out so late. Vash makes an excited chirp noise when he sees you and slaps his tail against the rock to encourage you to come closer

•You laugh and stagger over the rocks to get to him, but before you can reach him, he dives into the water, swimming under into the dark. It's hard to see him this late at night but you sit down on the rock trying to make out the outline of the merman

•You were admittedly confused at the mermans antics. Vash had become more and more clingy lately, although you secretly didn't mind. You enjoyed the company more than you probably should and luck for you Vash seemed to enjoy you just as much if the increasing visits were anything to go by

•You were a bit confused about what he was trying to do, though. Waiting for him to resurface so you could sheepishly admit that you couldn't see whatever it was he was doing under the water

•That is until you do see him. Bioluminescent markings begin to shimmer through the water, a light blue running along his body, showing the intricate patterns that Vash swims in. Your eyes go wide, watching as he swirls around streaks of blue dotting through the water. He moves so gracefully, it's mesmerizing. You can't seem to take your eyes off him when he begins making noise

•It's high pitched, but it's sweet. Like a lullaby you had forgotten, was he singing? He must be. You had heard him make all sorts of chirps and trills but this one was different, more melodic and pleasant. You let your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the song. For some reason, you feel like you know the tune despite having never heard the song in your life

•After a couple minutes of listening to his song you hear the sound of splashing. You peek your eyes open to see Vash has popped his head above water, he looks...confused? Or maybe expectant? He sings again letting his song fill the air around you then he pauses looking at you waiting. You blink dumbly at him for a few seconds before you find your voice

"...oh! It was very pretty Vash I didn't know you could sing like that, is that all you wanted to show me?" you ask.

 Vash blinks at you before his brow furrows as he makes frantic chirping noises. You startle, slightly caught off guard by the merman's distress. Did you say something rude? Before you can get an answer to that question Vash's glowing tampers off and he dives into the water leaving you alone on the rocks. You wait for a moment wondering if he'd pop back up after half an hour like with the earring, but hours pass and the dark is starting to make the air around you chilly. You frown and count your losses wondering what had gotten Vash so worked up.

•Vash is heartbroken.

Had he misread the signals? You didn't seem to reciprocate his mating dance or his mating call at all! He had tried so hard too! Was his song not good enough? He was sure he didn't have the prettiest voice out of the merfolk but surely it was decent enough, right? Or maybe it was the dance? Perhaps he should have swum a different pattern? He had been practicing for weeks though...

•Nai is the one that finds him pouting making weak sad chitters as he lays dramatically on the sea floor.

•Nai is no help. Telling him the merfolk equivalent to "I told you so" and suggesting he just find another merfolk to court if he was so desperate to have a mate.

•But he wasn't desperate to have a mate, he was desperate to mate you. For the next few days Vash is a sorry sight, slowly drifting around the ocean, frowning every time he finds something shiny since he'd usually just give it to you. He just doesn't understand what went wrong...he shakes his head, he couldn't give up that easily, he had to try again, you were the only one for him, he was sure of it.

•You wait on the rocks till sunset again, hoping to see Vash swim up and explain in broken English that he had been busy or that he was off collecting rare human items. Then at least you could scold him for worrying you, then at least you could see his face

•Ever since that night Vash sang to you, he hadn't come around. You still weren't sure what you had done to upset the merman so much but whatever it was you didn't think it dictated getting the cold shoulder

•You began to wonder if maybe you were boring him. He was always coming here, sitting on the rocks, or pulling himself into the sand to entertain you. Since you weren't merfolk, there were just some things you couldn't do; maybe Vash was starting to realize that maybe you hadn't tried hard enough. You stew in the fact that maybe you and you alone was what had chased Vash off

•It's two weeks later when you've determined Vash isn't coming back that he shows his face again. You aren't even looking for him, instead coming back from the night market when you hear a familiar chirping noise coming from the lighthouse

•The second you hear it you take off down the gravel path to your home racing to see if it's who you think it is, and there he is. Perched on the rocks, blonde hair, red tail and that damn gold earring still hanging from his ear, he looks apologetic and abashed as he makes soft cooing noises towards you which you think is supposed to be an apology.

•You dive for him, wrapping your arms around his wet shoulders trying to starve off the sobs you feel building in your throat.

"Vash! You scared me half to death! What if you had got poached! Or hurt! Or-"

•Vash cuts you off by nuzzling closer to you making a quick series of chirps with broken "I'm sorry’ s" mixed in. You grumble, not yet ready to let this go, but you're more than glad he's safe. You sigh and run your hand through his hair and he gives you puppy dog eyes and a toothy grin. Idiot.

•Just as you get used to the weight of him lying against you, he shifts against the rock to get your attention before diving into the water. Again, his body begins to glow, the light glimmering under the surface, and again his song begins. The soft melody fills the air

•Ah, he was...playing again? You take a deep breath not wanting to disappoint him this time, you stand up on the rock and it seems you’re doing something right because Vash looks up at you excitedly, he sings the melody to you again then watches you, you blink and he grimaces before repeating the same notes-

•Wait a second. You tilt your head and try singing them back, mimicking the tune to him. His eyes go wide and a smile breaks out on his face and he makes a loud trill noise swimming in an excited circle before singing again, now that you know what to do you laugh and do your best to sing along

•He swims in lazy figure eights and you walk forward dipping your feet in the water, despite still swimming Vash keeps his eyes trained on you as if waiting on something, you pad into the water giggling thinking you finally understand this weird merfolk game when about waist deep in Vash grabs you

•You yelp as Vash drags you deeper into the water, trying to keep your head up. He's making excited noises nuzzling against your throat, you feel his tail begin to wrap around your legs as he presses you up against the rock, his clawed hands reach down the swipe along your shorts ripping them off in a single clean motion

•Oh. Oh. Everything clicks in your head all at once, the weird gift giving, the flustered state he was in when you gave him the earring, the dance the singing, Vash didn't see you as a friend, he saw you as a mate

•You blush at the idea but your mind is currently reeling from the merman currently being very eager about running his webbed fingers over your sex.

•You moan, a little nervous about the claws his nails tamper off into but it seems he’s also mindful of that, using his tail to keep you up in place against a flat rock as he focuses on pleasing you, making soft coos and trills as your writhe in pleasure under him

"V-Vash, don't tease," you manage to whine out, pawing uselessly at his shoulder. He mimics a human laugh, and nuzzles against you, but luckily complies, he ruts against you and from the slit that sits pretty along his tail, what you assume to be his cock emerges, it’s a bit different than a human one, longer, thinner at the tip but it thickens up the further down the shaft it goes, and it's coated in something slick he seems to be producing

•It makes your mouth water, and you wonder what it would be like in your mouth...another time maybe, you'd have to ask him about it. As of now Vash lines the tip of himself up with you and you’re a little apprehensive about the fact he's about to do this with no prep, Vash seems to notice your apprehensiveness and makes comforting cooing noises before purring lightly and nipping gently against your neck, the vibrations flowing from his chest serve its purpose as you relax in his grip

•Slowly he presses in, it's actually not bad, the further he sinks in the more noticeable the stretch is but he goes slow enough that it's more erotic than it is painful. Vash finally bottoms out, pausing and cocking warming himself with you for a moment while you adjust, he makes various clicks and chirps that you’re pretty sure translate into some sort of merfolk praise. He could probably talk if he wanted to but from the way his irises are blown wide with lust, you’re pretty sure his minds is too far gone to try and mimic any English right now

•After you settle and the ocean water lapping at your body begins to get a bit cold from the lack of movement you pat the blonde's shoulder to try and signal him to move, he chirps and begins to slowly pull out, you whine at the loss now used to full feeling Vashs cock was providing you but it doesn't last long, as soon as it leaves he's thrusting back into your warm heat

•You aren't sure what you expected, perhaps considering the gentle way Vash treats you you had expected something soft and slow. Something that, in foresight you should have known would be a falsity considering he was acting on instinct. A fact that was becoming evidently clear as he growled, movements fast and a little sloppy as the clawed hands holding you up begin to lightly sink into your shoulder and hip, the snarls only broken up by needy keens as he ruins you

•It's hard to think like this, the sounds of the waves mixed with the equally wet sounds of you and Vashs body meeting repeatedly is making your mind melt in the most wonderful way, the cold of the water, the warmth that’s blooming between your legs, you don't even realize your drooling until Vash moves his arm away to reach down and touch where you need him most

•You wail, scratching at his back while he makes equally loud noises, somehow speeding up even more as he chases release. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, near your tipping point as your body tenses in what’s sure to be the best orgasm in your life when your feel Vashs sharp teeth clamp down along your neck and- oh fuck

•You scream his name as your body milks him for all he's worth, mind blanking as you cum, Vash finishes with you, pressing in as far as he can as thick ropes of cum are pumped into you filling your impossibly fuller. He doesn't seem eager to let it escape either, staying in you even after he finishes trembling slightly from the over stimulation when the waves jostle your bodies together and licking over his mating bite in apology, purring and cooing at your body he carefully cradles in his arms

•You groan, recovering from...well everything when you lazily turn your head to look at the cursed merman, he offers you a sheepish smile a bit of your blood still staining his lips but the pride that's currently shining through his eyes lets you know he doesn't feel that guilty about the situation in the slightest. You huff in mock annoyance and kiss him, something he eagerly accepts, chittering happily against your lips only to sport a dopey grin when you part, causing you to laugh

•Well...there’s plenty of fish in the sea, you're just lucky you ended up with this idiot

[drunkenlionwrites]

The time has come!

So... Mer!Vash with strong breeding kink? 👀

ksdjhfskdjf you were first nonnie, and you started pretty big, I applaud you!

It's been some time since you, unknowingly at first, encouraged a certain merman who lived near the yacht club you worked at during summer to court you. So now you've been busking in the moonlight, sitting on the pier with your now boyfriend. He's became more and more handsy with you as the fall was approaching. You didn't really notice the difference, since he has been very tactile since day one, so you were surprised when he yanked you with his powerful hands off of the pier and dove into the water with you, his tail encircling your lover body and weaseling in between your legs, his hands pressing your back into the pier as he looked at you with an animalistic expression on his face.

You giggled at that, but he was not responding with his usual happy chirps, instead he tore your bikini bra with his teeth and your panties with the claws of his hand. That made you look at him with surprise, but it soon changed to content smile as you closed your eyes, hugging his back and clutching onto his fins and letting him have his way with you, you trusted him after all. He was all over you, one of his hands, that tore your panties, was entering you and his slender clawed fingers started stretching you carefully.

He was already a mess, panting and moaning, chirping, biting your neck with his sharp shark-like teeth, licking your skin, mewling your name as best as he could with his merman tongue…”Hey, hey boy. T’s fine. I’m here..m’here. Why are you…so pent up?” You managed to whisper to him in between the thrusts of his fingers inside of your needy pussy. He only managed to say your name once again, followed by “need” as he guided his ridged dick inside of you, bucking his hips into you impatiently.

He’s been more and more frantic with each second, panting and groaning as he pounded into you mercilessly. You felt every bump and ridge of his not so human cock gliding along your walls, hitting all the right spots. He’s never been so outright possessive and dominant with you before, always being the one who allowed you to do anything you wanted to on your terms. So now this new behaviour made you getting closer and closer to your orgasm as quick as his pace was frantic.

He fucked into you with so much strength that you’ve felt the back of the pier bruising you, but it only added to the sensations, you didn’t care about anything but being ravaged by your beastly lover now. With a few more thrusts, you’ve felt his dick pulsing inside of you, spurting inside load after load of cum, accompanied by grunts and more neck bites from Vash.

You soon followed after him, as he was steadily grinding into you in the aftermath of his orgasm. He held you afloat with his hands and supporting your back with his tail until you gained consciousness and then sat you back in the pier, laying his head onto your lap. You were still breathless, but felt truly blissed out as you gently combed through his wet blond hair.

He then looked up at you and touched your belly lovingly with one of his hands, which gained him an amused look from you. “So that’s what this was about?” You snorted, and Vash just sheepishly smiled at you.

[seven8-nine]

Howdy friends.

Inspired by @beanibon ‘s Mer!Vash postings (18+ if you go to check it out!)

I created a Mer!Vash CAI bot and I am setting it free to the public

icon art of the bot created by @/ellohcee (please lmk if I need to change/remove!)

You can talk with Mer!Vash here! (reminder this is an AU!)

[novasintheroom]

Mer!Vash x Captain!Reader drabble :)

Word count: 1.5k

"This?"

You glance his way. "A button."

"And this?"

Another look. "A book awl."

"What do they do?"

You grunt, tying up the knot needed for your sails. "Marl," you call out to your grizzled shipmate. The old man stops in his hurried step toward the side. "Check the boiler, will you? Heard it clanking something fierce coming back last night."

"Aye, cap'n," he says, and about-faces. Not before giving Vash a wary eye, though.

Vash's tail, large and red as it is, taps the side of your schooner gently. He is patient, waiting for your attention to return as it always does. Has to be, you suppose, to hunt and catch and look for enough fish to feed himself. And find human trash, you think, turning back to the mer. He holds out the button first. Delicate in the long shape of his claws. "That's for clothing. We wrap the cloth around us and use the buttons to keep it together in the center." You pull at your shirt and show the dull brass buttons on your own.

Vash leans forward to look. The boat tilts ever so when he does, taking the weight of his bulk. You hear the nervous grumble of your newer men behind. A trill of interest escapes the mer's throat. Like birdsong. He looks back at his own button—rusted and dented as it is—with new appreciation. "For clothing," he mutters.

"And that," you continue, looking at the decrepit awl, "is for poking holes in pages, so we can sew them together to make a book."

You know the questions will come, and brace yourself. "What is sewing? And 'a book?'" He blinks, blues as heavy as the ocean staring back at you, "What are pages?"

"That is more than the five questions we agreed on," you remind him. He looks surprised, then sullen. His long blonde and black hair falls over an eye as he rolls the awl in his palm. Gods, it's like you kicked a puppy. With a sigh, you call over your shoulder: "Tonis! Bring me a book."

Your young apprentice goes ramrod straight by the rear sail. He trembles—such a small thing, you'll never understand why Rosa insisted on starting him fishing so little—but steps forward, digging in his oversized jacket. Out pops a little book. The gold lettering on the side and front are already too faded to read.

The little redhead leans as far as he can before handing the book over. You take it gently. Vash tries to shrink. He tries to give the boy a smile without his teeth, just like you practiced. Still, the kid whimpers and goes back to his duties with a quickness not unlike a rabbit escaping the wolf.

Vash blinks after him. "He did not smile back," he comments.

You snort and thumb through the little book in your hands. Opening to a random page, you flip it over and show the mer: "This is the thread holding the pages together. If we do that a bunch of times and put covers on it, it becomes a book. Books hold information. Words that stay." Vash tries to grab it, but you pull it away before he can. "This is Tonis'. You need to be gentle."

"Gentle," Vash nods, extending two fingers forward to touch the pages. And he is: gentle. With his claws, he traces the black ink of the book, eyes roving the language he has only begun to understand. "Words," he mutters, "that stay." He looks at you, quick, and asks, "Is this...picture?"

You aren't sure; you just opened it. You turn the book back and feel your cheeks heat. It's a simple drawing: a man and woman kissing each other on a balcony. It's not so much the image that riles you up, but that Rosa would have a conniption if she found out Tonis was reading a romance novel under your watch. Still, your lips tremble into a smile. "Yes. Picture. Drawing with ink."

"What are...they doing?"

With your brows lowering, you say, "Kissing. Do mer...do you not kiss?"

Vash shakes his head. His teeth show in a parting of lips, and you have your answer for why when those daggers show.

Blinking, you place a hand on your hip. "It's a form of showing affection to someone."

"Affection?"

"You know. Touching someone. Gentle. Love?"

He shakes his head again. His brows knit together like a book's binding.

"Oh," you say, the book thumping to your thigh. You look him over, this creature, this mer who is curious about everything that isn't in his world. Sharp claws, wicked teeth, a need to survive in harsh waters with harsher competition. It's no wonder he doesn't know what affection is. "Well it's...it's when you want to be close to someone."

"To fight," he murmurs, a sad glimmer entering his eyes. And wouldn't he know what that means. The scars scratched into his skin and his missing arm are enough to answer. But he brightens when you shake your head.

"No, not for fighting. For...hm." How do you explain affection to someone? Vaguely, you look over your shoulder. Your men are busy hauling in the day's catch, calling out to each other over the sails. You'll be needed soon. Just a captain's intuition. A ragged breath escapes. "I can't—"

Then, suddenly, his hand—large, far larger than any human man's—grasps your free wrist and pulls you to him. You want to say it is harsh, and you will later when the men ask what happened, but it is not; gentle, like the waves on a silver moon night, you are pulled to the mer. He gives you enough wiggle room to yank back. Your heart hammers. Mer are dangerous, this you know. But this mer...

Vash is curious. Eyes flickering like a midnight candle, he tilts his head. He is big. He is so big. And those big eyes look at your lips with the same curiosity he first came to you with months ago when he saved you from the waves. You've given him the knowledge he so wants so far.

Would showing him this be any different?

Salt. Brine. The call of seagulls overhead. His lips are there and gone. Then back again. They press, gentle, gentle, unsure and so so soft. You feel the whisper of a word he breathes: "Affection." Your lips move with his as he says, "Close."

"Cap'n!"

And then he's gone like salt in the breeze. Your world is suddenly open sea and ship again. You hear the splash of Vash vanishing into the waters. Marl rushes up, hand grasping your elbow and looking toward the railing. "Did he sing to ye? I told ye, I told ye—"

"No," you rasp, going to slap Marl off but grasping his hand instead. "No, I—"

A moment passes. Another. You have no good answer, tongue tied up in what just happened. Marl calls for Nella and Rogg to bring some alcohol as he leads you to the center of the ship. "I'll go get ye a blanket, jus' wait here," he mutters, tromping off to the quarters.

For a moment, you are alone. Your fingers go to your lips, tongue tasting the salt of his own left behind. You…just kissed a mer. A small laugh escapes. You kissed a mer and survived.

Small bootsteps to your left: Tonis, a confused look on his face. He opens his mouth, shuts it, opens it again. You beat him to the punch. "Saw all that, did you?" At his hesitant nod, you breathe out. "Don't tell the others. They're already scared enough I let Vash get so close. Keep it quiet. Here," you hand his book back to him and wink, "you keep my secret, I keep yours, yeah?"

Tonis grunts, his cheeks pinkening with embarrassment. He snatches the book and puts it back in his jacket. Again, you're reminded of a fleeing rabbit. Still, the kid stays, staring at you. It'd be unnerving if you weren't so used to stares from your men. It's what I get, you conclude, wiping away the last traces of the kiss with the back of your hand. They've got a captain that speaks with merfolk and even kisses them.

A sigh and a slap to your lap, and you're standing again. "Marl, no need for the blanket. Nella, Rogg, save the booze for when we get back. No, I'm fine—"

And you go about your day. Even with the prickling on your mouth and along your shoulders. Because you know more than your crew's eyes are on you out at sea.

A/N: MerMay I'm coming for you this year. 🔪🔪

[novasintheroom]

Alright, need feedback desperately:

What sounds most interesting to you for a Mer!Vash story this MerMay?? Time is of the essence!!

1. 10ish chapter light hearted courting story, meet cute, no hard conflict, etc.

2. Captain!Reader meets Mer!Vash after being saved from a storm, goes through the year in days/journal entries from you about how this new relationship is formed. Possible conflict with debtors. Courting misunderstandings.

3. Reader is part of a family get-rich scheme by marrying her off to multiple people and disappearing with their wealth in the night. Backfires one day when her new husband dies night of wedding and her fam abandons her. She takes over the lighthouse, meets Mer!Vash, and establishes her own identity. Unknown conflict besides family.

[novasintheroom]

I think, in the case of Mer!vash x captain!reader world, merfolk view scars as weakness and undesirability. It’s not uncommon to have them, but the more you have, the weaker you appear, it is assumed you cannot catch sufficient food, and therefore you are less likely to find a mate or mates. Therefore Vash is ostracized from his own kind due to how, to put it harshly, garish he looks.

Which is why he’s absolutely floored when you mutter “what a beauty” while looking right at him, not his treasure