#merfic

[madnessmadness]

Mermaid vash for a fic I'm cooking

[saiikavon]

Joukai fic idea (just to get it out of my head): Newly-married Kaiba and Jounouchi are on a honeymoon cruise when tragedy strikes, and Jounouchi is lost at sea. After a long and fretful search, Jounouchi is declared dead, his body never found. Kaiba, however, refuses to give up the search.

Flash forward a year later, and Kaiba is still combing the seas for his lost husband, and harboring guilt over the argument they’d hand moments before Jounouchi went overboard.

Miraculously, his search team calls him with news - they’ve found something. Though they aren’t sure whether they can say it’s proof of Jounouchi’s death, or that he still lives.

What they’ve found, Kaiba soon discovers, is a merman wearing his husband’s face.

(Based a little bit on the Pet Shop of Horrors story, “Delicious,” as well as the general myths of people drowned at sea turning into merfolk. I dunno if/when I’ll actually write this,  but the idea is out there, now; that’s all I need.)

[robertdowneyhiddlesbatch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Howard Stark & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Obadiah Stane, Ancient One (Marvel), Wong (Marvel) Additional Tags: ironstrangebigbang2021, isbb21 Summary:

Anthony Edward Stark is the beloved Prince of Calif, born from the union of royalty and the other end of society. The Starks are loved through their kingdom as they keep their land prosperous. But King Howard's visier, Obadiah Stane, has goals to expand their kingdom, at whatever cost necessary.

Ste'phen is the youngest child in a simple family of seafarmers all the way north of the globe, but a riptide separates him from his family, landing him in the care of the ancient one in the underwater kingdom of Nerroh, whose cruel king allies with Stane.

Calif and Nerroh are destined to unite, but will it be for malice, or for love?

@ironstrangehaven

[sketchytychou]

Oh my gosh, it’s mermay and I haven’t even uploaded my cover I made for my “merman boyfriend” novel. This is a real novel people and it is finished. It’s not published yet, but I hope one day.

[kuroneko-hikage]

Of Tea Sets and Fish Nets

Title: Of Tea Sets and Fish Nets Rating: Teen Pariings: Otayuri, Viktuuri, minor mentions of Christoph/Phichit Warnings: Mutual pining, Slight angst, Merfic, Mild language Summary: Otabek is forced to spend summer with JJ and the crew in a sleepy little town just outside of St Petersburg, where he meets the love of his life.

A/N: Finally finished! This was supposed to be done for the @otayuribigbang last year, but this got away from me and I got busy, and I’m only just now posting it. I wanted to do a merfic for mermay, but never got the chance. This was the result. Please enjoy!

Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18292154

[my-one-love-is-music]

Of Todds and Tails (125)

Tim spent the afternoon flitting around the sides of the boat, keeping right next to the wood so he wouldn’t be spotted unless someone looked right over the edge. From what he could tell, the atmosphere of the ship was friendly and joyous, more then one person had broken out into a sailing shanty which the others joined in with happy voices and wide grins.

It was looking to be an excellent day for sailing with the blue skies and shining sun. The wind could’ve been better to catch the sails, but the crew didn’t seem to mind. Tim always strove to get another glance of the captain and he wasn’t disappointed.

Unlike some of the other captains on the ships Tim had watched, Captain Todd was very active on the ship and involved with his crew, not satisfying himself with staying in his cabin or behind the wheel. Time seemed to stop when he started to sing the shanties and Tim noticed nothing else.

The first rumble pulled him out of his daze. Tim’s head snapped to the horizon and slowly tilted back so he could look at the dark clouds above his head. He hadn’t noticed the clouds rolling in over their heads and the impending storm. Another rumble sounded above their heads and lightning flashed as a harsh wave pressed Tim against the side of the ship.

Tim’s stomach sank and he looked up at the ship where the jovial atmosphere had already fallen away in favor of preparing the ship for the impending storm.

“Get those sails up men!” Captain Todd shouted as he walked along the banister. “We don’t need them getting torn when we’ve just left port!”

A chorus of ‘ayes’ echoed back to him. Tim hissed when another wave pressed against him and pushed him against the side of the ship, his shoulder catching harshly on the wood. He grabbed his shoulder and blinked, looking up at the deck.

Another wave crashed against him and Tim knew he wouldn’t be able to stay at the top of the waves as the storm began, but something sunk low in his stomach. He didn’t want to leave the ship and had a strange foreboding about what was to come. He looked between the waves and the deck of the ship as more orders were shouted and people ran back and forth.

The skies opened above their heads and rain poured down to meet the crests of the waves as they reached higher and higher. To avoid being battered against the side of the ship, Tim ducked underneath the waves and kept close to the side of the ship which was no longer able to move in a straight line, left to the mercy of the waves.

The rumbles of thunder were muffled from underneath the water and Tim could no longer hear the shouts of the ship hands. He found it unnerving and broke the surface again only to be battered by rain and waves. The ship hands struggled to make themselves heard over the din and Tim barely managed to duck under one of the largest waves yet to avoid being smashed against the side of the ship.

He broke the surface again and found himself a few feet away from the ship, able to see more of the deck. Captain Todd stalked across the deck, coat flapping behind him as he waved his hands and shouted orders which didn’t make it over to Tim as another crack of thunder sounded overhead.

One of the ship hands was working at tying off the sail, struggling to stay on the slick beam as the wind whipped at his clothes. He got everything secured and turned to make his way back to the mast to climb back down.

Tim’s eyes widened as he slipped once, but managed to regain his balance. But the wind whipped up again and pulled at him, forcing him from his perch towards the hard deck below. Tim gasped as he watched him fall, but a blur of red intercepted his path and kept him from splattering on the wood.

Tim blinked and watched as Captain Todd lowered them both to the deck, a length of rope wrapped around the wrist of one hand that he’d used to swing out and stop his fall. The captain gave him a pat on the back and pushed him towards the door that led below deck.

Captain Todd walked over to the side of the ship to tie off the rope as another wave crashed into the side of the ship, water washing over the deck as it rocked from side to side.

Tim darted forward into the water as he watched the Captain slip at the rocking motion and the wet deck. He stumbled forward and flipped over the side of the ship, but still held his grip on the rope.

Another wave crashed into the ship, this time on the opposite side of the boat from the others. It crashed into the captain and pressed him against the ship. His grip held on the rope even as he slid down a little bit. Tim grit his teeth and tried to move faster, but another wave came up behind him and crashed into the ship again.

Tim watched as the captain’s form dropped into the water in front of him. He remained conscious at first, but the next roll of the water shoved him back against the ship where his head cracked against the wood. He started to sink, but Tim caught him under the arms and swam out from under the ship, bringing them both to the surface.

Captain Todd was heavy in his grip and he tried to move him back to the ship where frantic shouts sounded, but the ship was moving away from him quickly thanks to the batter of waves and he knew he wouldn’t catch up in time. He swallowed and looking down at the captain’s peaceful face. 

Tim took a shaky breath and turned towards the island he knew was nearby.

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[birbsofchaos]

Forever.

for @langsty-mc-langstface HAPPY LATE VALENTINE'S DAY. sorry its short, I cant write that well. 

“They’re so perfect…” Lance whispers to Hunk. they both stare longingly at the softly glowing orbs, each a different shade of blue. “They’re going to be so beautiful when they hatch. My three little babies.” Lance says tearing up. Hunk hugs Lance from behind, putting his chin on Lance’s shoulder and nods softly.

“They’re gonna look just like their papa. So beautiful.” Hunk agrees. Lance giggles and closes his eyes, enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, both of the parents sense a disturbance in the water and quickly realise there’s a predator in the area. Fearing for their lives, they quickly swim into the safe room. In the rush, they forgot all about their newly birthed eggs.

-

As soon as the water had settled, Lance rushes out of the safe room. Hunk wouldn’t let him leave to get the eggs while the predator was around in fear he would be eaten. Lance swims over to where the eggs were and see’s an empty nest. A broken sob echoes its way through his chest, his heart shattered.

Hunk rushes into the room seconds later, fearing the worst at Lance’s terribly sad sobs. His fears came true. Where the eggs used to be, lies a few crumbs of broken eggs and a ruined nest. Lance turns around and buries his head into Hunk’s chest. Lance starts gasping for air at the thought of his babies being gone. Hunk and Lance had trouble conceiving due to a defect in Lance’s reproductive organs so these three eggs were his little miracles. And now… they’re gone. Forever.

[commanderquill]

Worlds Apart

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Rating: G

Words: 22k+

Summary:

They’re halfway through breaking into the empty science laboratory when Jason finally decides to ask what they’re doing.

“Breaking out of prison,” the merboy says, and Jason doesn’t really know what to do with that.

“What’s your name again?” he asks, because he’s trying to find a way to ask his next question as seriously as possible, but he can’t find the right tone of voice that doesn’t involve using the merboy’s name.

“Tim,” says the merboy, barely giving him a passing glance as he concentrates on staring at the door handle.

“Tim, how does breaking into a research center relate to breaking out of prison?” he says, then belatedly adds, “I’m Jason, by the way.”

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Excerpt:

“Woah!” Jason exclaims, not even getting enough time to say bye to Garth. He didn’t know merpeople could swim so fast. Is it faster than the other Atlanteans? It would make sense – they do have actual tails, but his neck is starting to hurt with how craned it is, the water dragging it back against his efforts. “Where are we going?” he asks, but the water is rushing past his ears too fast for him to hear Tim’s response.

They don’t slow once they reach the cliff. Instead, Tim dives straight down, and Jason stares transfixed at where he can’t see the bottom, feeling fear creep into his pounding chest.

He’s never been particularly fond of the water. He hadn’t left the city limits until Bruce took him in, and the murky depths of Gotham’s Harbor were never appealing for swimming, not to mention that he only knew enough about swimming to keep his head above water before he became Robin. But the few times that he did take a dive into the river off Sheldon Park, he had always panicked at how he never knew what was below his feet. Heights don’t faze him, especially not now, but at least when he’s perched on rooftops he knows exactly what’s below. In water, especially water at night when it looks like nothing more than slippery, clinging oil, who knows what could be lurking?

And for the ocean, the fear is justified. Jason doesn’t know what the Atlantean magic/science infused marbles did for his ears, but they’ve felt fine despite the prolonged duration of submersion in water. Now, going down at speeds Jason would never be able to achieve on foot, he feels the pressure increase minutely in his ears like the lesser version of when a plane just begins to land. Jason is all too aware of the weight of the ocean literally on his shoulders.

Tim is unfazed – or maybe he’s used to it. He leads them down for a few minutes and then brings them to the ledge face, which has been surprisingly straight for most of the way so far but far from smooth. Still, it’s been obviously eroded away, softened with red algae in some places and weathered in others by currents pushing subtly against them for so many thousand years.

There’s still one part that makes an obvious alcove, and Jason only sees it once they go below and finally look up. Looking down from above, an outcrop covers the depression in the rock from prying eyes. But here, Jason can see the entrance to a cavern.

Tim makes it through the small opening just fine. It’s Jason that gets stuck. Tim stares incredulously. “You’re not that much bigger than me,” he protests.

Jason glares. “I have a butt. And hips.”

“So do I!”

“Human butts and hips are big because we actually use them. You just…flap your cursed toes and do the underwater worm. You can’t convince me you have a butt. You’re the most curveless thing in the entire ocean.”

“I–”

“Do you have songs?”

Tim stares. “What?”

“Do you have songs? No? I didn’t think so. We do. We have entire songs about big butts and wide hips, so you can just swim away with all your denial because human curves are so out of your league it’s not even funny.”

There’s a moment of silence as Jason continues to struggle. He’s getting through, one inch at a time. But then Tim speaks, and when Jason looks up he’s irritated to find that the merboy is definitely entertained. The glowing blue orb in his hands puts an unnecessary spotlight on the expression. “How do you ‘do’ an underwater worm?” he finally asks.