I’ve had a merman story kicking around for a while, but it’s had nowhere to go, and no audience to love it, so I reworked it for this prompt with a merman x female reader. Normally my stories are not this long, so don’t expect it to be this big every time I answer an ask. I had this one in my ‘unfinished ideas’ folder though. It still took me a good four hours to edit this into what it is now. I’m going cross-eyed from looking at it so long, so please forgive any mistakes, but I wanted to get it posted tonight for you.
Get comfortable, grab some water and a snack, because this is 9000 words of traditional merman (not a gorgeous Shape of Water creature this time) x female reader. Meet Tallis everyone!
Warnings for mentioned loss of childhood friend, and near drowning.
“Hello?!” you called, astonished at what you were seeing.
Those eyes. You’d never seen eyes like those before. Even through
the thrashings of the building storm, you knew you would never forget eyes like
those.
But you had more important things to focus on. What a young
man your own age was doing out in the sea in weather like this, you couldn’t
fathom. But you found your feet
faltering on the hard sand, waves thundering in your ears, spray coating your
hair and face in tiny droplets while the air roiled and the clouds seethed
above you.
As the boy vanished beneath the waves, terror reared its
ugly head in your mind. He was going to drown if he stayed out there in this. “Hold
on!” you yelled, the wind ripping your voice from your lips the moment the
words left your mouth.
You cursed and took your shoes off. The icy water hurt as it bit
into your ankles, but you forced yourself to keep going. No way the sea was
going to claim someone else on your watch. You’d lost your best friend to the
sea when you were children, and seeing that boy there now brought it all
rushing back like a crashing breaker.
By the time you were up to your waist, you knew you had
bitten off way more than you could chew. A breaker rolled in and knocked you
right off your feet.
“Shit!” you swore as you went under, sea water filling your
mouth. You fought for the surface but got no purchase under you, rolling around
in the surf like a toy in a washing machine. The thought that you were going to
die flashed across your mind for the briefest of moments.
Suddenly there was a weight around your waist, like an arm
or something, and you were yanked upright. Your face broke the surface and you
gasped, choking on the salt water that had dribbled into your lungs. Coughing
violently, you tried to fight to stay afloat, and then realised you didn’t have
to.
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