So it's mermay

Here’s some stovetuna babs for you

I actually abandoned this story awhile ago but decided to spin it into a oneshot for y'all


Steven had heard of orcas and their mer counterparts, but only in stories. For a mershark living in the pacific reefs, the idea of a whale or merwhale that could tip over and eat a white shark sounded a lot like a scary bed time story for pups. For all intents and purposes, Steven didn’t believe such things.

Imagine his surprise as he stared into the eyes of a terrrified merorca.

The situation as it turned out was fairly simple, Steven had journeyed to the east side of the farthest island off the reefs for privacy. It was late spring and being surrounded by pups all day was exhausting. A leisurely swim would do him some good. He stayed closer to the surface watching the bright moon rise and be surrounded by stars in the pitch blackness of night. It was calm and pleasantly quiet. The gentle current kept water flowing over his gills allowing Steven to slow and enjoys the warmth of the pacific. He stayed like that, floating in the open water until a large and blunt force plowed into him.

Steven panicked as the force of the crash tipped him upside down. His breathing stuttered and Steven could feel his senses numb from the trance-like affect. For a moment Steven believed he would suffocate, out in the open water, where no one knew where he was. It was a chilling and lonely thought.

A voice was muffled in his ears and something, or someone pulled Steven forwards. There was a firm grip on his shoulders and the muffled voice kept speaking. Through his clouded vision, Steven could make out a black lined figure. Blinking Steven realized it was a mer.


“Wha? Who are you?” Steven asked with his senses back, the white mershark was annoyed. For all the open space there was this mer chose to ram into him?

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-to…” The other mer looked quite skittish. Warm brown eyes looked back constantly. He was shaking slightly, Steven noticed, and would look back as if watching for something. In fact now that Steven was able to get a look he realized.

It was a merorca.

A very small one in fact. The merorca was chattering nervously about something. Steven really wasn’t paying attention although he should be.

“Aren’t whale mers supposed to be as big as their counterparts?” The mer stopped, looking at Steven with a petulant look of frustration. “Well yeah-”

“Because I’m a white shark and your smaller than me.”

“I don’t have time for this!” The shout echoed out through the open ocean. The mer yelped covering his mouth. He was shivering all over. Steven swore he might cry. What could scare an orca to the point of tears? The thought was interrupted by a low groan. It was loud and off putting. Whatever creature made it was obviously angry. Or hungry. Or both.

Steven grabbed the merorca’s arm and bolted. Racing away Steve guided them to a deserted rock outcrop. There was a small cave there that had been empty for years. They could hide there.

Steven dragged the mer into the small cave pulling him close as he dug himself into the corner and motioned for the mer to stay quiet. He was still shivering. They waited anxiously as the huge monster passed. Steve could feel the sheer power of its presence.

At least an hour or so went by before Steve dared to speak.

“What exactly did you do to anger that thing?” His voice was quiet just in case. The mer orca was still shaking and didn’t answer.

“Uh, my names Steve. What’s…yours?”

“Mhm tony.” Was the mumbled reply. Steve smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, tony. So what exactly happened that made that thing chase you?” Tony laughed on a broken sob. He had stopped shivering but still clung to Steve like a life line. Steve found that he didn’t really mind.

“It’s uh, a really long story…”

Steve smiled relaxing against the smooth wall of the cave.

“I’ve got time.” Tony blushed.

And of course now that mermay is over all I wanna think about is mermen. Specifically, mer-Steve and octo-Bucky seeing Mer-Natasha swimming away from the caves with a seaweed bag full of shrimps even though she does not like shrimp. They’re curious of course, because she always wrinkles her nose at them when they eat shrimp. Maybe they’ll meet her elusive boyfriend if they follow her. (“This is a bad, bad idea,” Bucky whispers. “And yet here we are, still following her,” Steve replies.)

Natasha finally stops in a cave quite a distance away, and they can hear people talking, but when Bucky sneaks closer to hear better, a rock falls on one of his tentacles, and he lets out a yelp that is loud enough that Steve considers just leaving him for Natasha to murder. But! He is a good boyfriend and instead accepts their fate together.

Natasha comes out, and she looks livid, but behind her, clinging to her shoulder, is a seahorse mer, peeking over her shoulder with big brown eyes. Steve slaps at Bucky’s shoulder, misses, and smacks him in the face. Bucky would be mad except he sees those big brown eyes too. What’s more, he sees the tiny bump on the man’s stomach.

“This is Tony,” Natasha tells them sourly. She’ll probably murder them later, but not in front of her pregnant friend. Tony invites them inside pleasantly and offers them some of the shrimp Natasha had brought. They accept. They can’t keep their eyes off of Tony’s baby bump. Natasha is going to murder them even harder. “Oh, yes! Three months!” Tony says proudly. “Sunset will be back anytime!” (Natasha’s face goes stricken for a moment. Steve and Bucky get the impression that Sunset, whoever she is, is not coming back.)

“She’s a witch,” Natasha hisses. “And if I see her I’m going to slit her throat.” Natasha looks serious. They’re pretty sure she’s always been willing to kill people but she seems downright bloodthirsty about Sunset. “So can we visit Tony again?” Steve asks after a moment. They expect her to tell them no, absolutely not, but she looks thoughtful for a moment, and then quietly admits, “He’s lonely. I think, deep down, he knows that Sunset isn’t coming back, either.”

Well, that’s all the permission they need! They visit Tony at least every other day, if not every day, and Tony is always happy to see them arrive and sad to see them go. Tony is a delight. He even lets them feel his bump when the baby starts kicking. Steve and Bucky are a little in love. They think (hope) that maybe Tony might be a little in love as well.

And then Tony tells them not to come around for a while. That… that hurts, and they don’t know what they did wrong, and Natasha isn’t around to tell them. Maybe… maybe they were wrong. Maybe Tony isn’t as fond of them as they are of him. And that’s okay! They would never want to make Tony uncomfortable! But… they at least thought they were friends. “Go see him, you idiots,” Natasha tells them tiredly a few days later, looking vaguely pissed off, and, well, Steve and Bucky are hurt but they’re not stupid so they go to visit Tony.

Tony looks pale and faint and he grimaces when he sees them and curls away, but they’re concerned now. “I didn’t want you to see me like this,” Tony admits, embarrassed, hands unconsciously rubbing up and down his swollen belly. “Had some bad kelp or something.” And that—that’s so sad, that Tony was embarrassed to be weak in front of them. Steve pulls him into a hug and then Bucky curls around both of them, tentacles soft and silky as he strokes Tony’s cheek, and Tony curls the end of his tail around Steve’s like he’s a piece of seaweed. (It takes effort to get Tony to unlock his tail, and it gets kind of scary near the end because Steve is starting to lose feeling in his fins Tony please please let go?!)

And, well, now that they know Tony will send them away for dumb reasons, they kind of don’t want to leave. Ever. So they don’t. Tony frets because of course he does—what about their own home, what about their friends— But Steve and Bucky hush him, with cuddles, and then when that doesn’t work, with the tiny kisses, and when Tony doesn’t push them away, more kisses, deeper, longer, until Tony quiets and settles. Bucky wraps a couple of his tentacles around Tony’s tail and lets him curl around them tight, lets his other tentacles drift over Tony and Steve idly, suckers pausing here and there. (Tony giggles when the suckers pull at his ribs. Bucky remembers this for later.)

Steve and Bucky are there when he goes into labor and they are, as expected, useless. “What are you even doing here,” Natasha asks snidely. She looks faint but she isn’t panicking like they are. Tony is a champ and doesn’t even scream or yell, and he has no idea why any of them are there, they’re not helping him, he is one-hundred percent doing this by himself except for when Natasha remembers she’s supposed to be supporting him and lets him squeeze her hand.

The baby is beautiful, with a light dusting of brown hair and big brown eyes just like Tony’s, tail red and dark. Tony clutches the baby to his chest, chest still heaving, but he still looks so proud. Natasha and Steve and Bucky huddle around him, breathless with awe, and touch the baby’s chubby little cheeks and hold his chubby little hands. Steve is a fool and lets the baby curl his tail around his finger and nearly loses said finger because the baby’s tail curls so tightly around it. “This is how I die.” “Oh my God Steve it’s just a fucking finger.”

Steve and Bucky dote on Tony and the baby. They’re a family now. (Sunset does come back once, probably to take the baby or threaten to take him to have Tony at her mercy. Steve and Bucky chase her off mercilessly, making it clear that if she tried it again that she would not survive. They never tell Tony. Tony never asks about Sunset anyway.)

I’ll Keep You Safe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

When the team gathers for movie night, nobody mentioned it was a scary movie. What happens when you turn your light off for the night and still feeling panicked.

The kitchen was bustling as the team gathered things together, you could smell popcorn and was that tequila? Nat was making margaritas again. As you come around the corner looking at the team, your friends, you laugh.

“What is going on?” You step out of the way as Tony slides through with boxes of pizza.

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Mermay Prompt.

Thanks @chrissihr. So here’s the start of something that I will probably never finish but whatever! I give my gifts of half-completed fic to the universe in hopes something good comes out of it.

Darcy is secretly a mermaid and Steve finds out when he heads down to the pool (saltwater, oc) early and catches Darcy stretching her fins when she thinks she’s alone 😉And Steve, the artist, is so enchanted with his pretty crush’s scales, he’s not sure whether he wants to draw her or touch her

Everything hurt. Right down to the web of skin between his toes. He ached, and about thirty minutes prior he’d been covered in the slimy-remains of decomposing exoskeleton… that had belonged to a guy named Everest Hampdon.

Mr. Hampdon was no more, along with his mutated exoskeleton that he’d used to rip through half of Harlem. Steve Rogers wasn’t ashamed to admit that the thrill of battle certainly got his blood going from time to time, and this was one time that he was more than happy to put the bad guy six feet under.

If only the fight hadn’t lasted a good three four hours, and hadn’t made his whole body feel like absolute, aching shit.

The only thing keeping him upright after his scrub down in the showers, was the promise of Tony’s newly installed, heated, salt-water pool on the fiftieth floor. With a view of the city that inspired the artist in him, and enough warmed water to soak himself up to his eyeballs in.

With his sketchpad tucked under his arm, and one of the extra-large bath-sheets slung over his shoulder, he padded through the darkened halls of Stark Tower, delighting in the feel of carpet under his bare feet.

The tower was a monument of luxury, and while he rarely felt like he deserved to even set foot in it, he knew he’d done a damn fine job that day and saved more than a few thousand lives. For once, Steve felt like he belonged among such finery that he’d never have been able to dream of back in the 40′s.

Almost in the mood to whistle, he leaned against the side of the elevator, the piped in classical music squashing his urge to make a noise.

The doors opened with a soft chime, and he heard FRIDAY’s muted farewell, wishing him a good evening.

Evening, he thought with a snort. It was half past two in the morning. Still, he raised a hand in a casual wave, knowing that FRIDAY would see it, no matter which direction he flapped his fingers.

He picked up his pace as the hot scent of salt water hit his nose, tingling in the back of his throat, and the pure need to be alone washed over him.

Steve nearly groaned as he wasn’t half-way down the hall and his hearing picked up the sound of someone splashing in the pool. Instantly his good mood evaporated, and he had half a mind to head back down to his apartment and just drown himself in his bath-tub instead.

An enormous splash made him pause in his almost-retreat, however, and he frowned. There was a sound like flailing… and a gasp of air. His pulse thudded in his ears as he raced down the hall, convinced that whomever was swimming had actually gotten themselves into trouble.

What he saw as he entered onto the sweltering pool deck had his feet skidding over the slick tile.

Ohfuck,” Darcy said, lifting a hand to her mouth, staring at him just like he was staring at her.

Staring at her not because he’d been clinging to a torch over her for the past, say, twelve months hahaniceonerogerstrythreeyears, no… no he was staring at her not because her top half was barely covered in a white crop top that melted over her skin… no.

No he was staring at her because her bottom half flitted in the warm, salt-water, the colours of her fins glittering just under the surface. Purples. Purples, and hints of red, and even a dash of black-green when she rolled over and sank down, up to her nose. Her hair floated along the water, dark tendrils, and her blue eyes narrowed balefully at him.

Oh fuck, indeed.

“What…?” he asked/stated, and gulped in a lungful of the sweet, salt-air around them. His brain pinwheeled for a moment and then he blurted out- “Issthatacosplay?” without a pause between words.

Cosplay. It had to be a costume. She and Jane were always getting all glittered up and heading out to comic cons or whatever the kids these days were doing that wasn’t Stark science fairs.

He knew the word cosplay. He didn’t think it was, because he could swear that the mermaid half of her (it… it was a mermaid, right? He was allowed to call her that. Right? He wasn’t… accidentally oppressing her with that terminology? He was still struggling to catch up on third wave feminism.) was firmly attached to the human top of half of her.

Darcy’s eyebrows rose up in surprise and she let out a snort of laughter as she rose up out of the water. Her arms crossed over her breasts self-consciously, although he wanted to assure her that his eyes were firmly stuck on the fact she had fish parts and not so much on the rosy-soft pink of her nipples showing through the transparent fabric.

Although… he’d noticed the fabric. And the nipples.

Fuck. What was even…

“Alright, you caught me, I’m a monster, just like… can you give me a twenty-four hour head start before you come after me with the rest of your band of merry mermaid-murdering super friends?” Darcy’s words may have been sharp, but there was a hint of very real, very misplaced fear in her voice. That’s when he noticed her fingers trembling as they gripped her upper arms, and her eyes were wet… not from the water.

“Head-start?” he asked, dumbfounded. “Darcy…”

She tossed her head, some of her hair following the movement, the rest sticking to her shoulders.

“I’m a siren, we’re not the greatest fish in the sea. We lure people out to their deaths and-”

“Hold up,” he said, lifting his hand to stall the flow of information. “Too much… back up for a moment. Can we just.. take a breath?”

She stared at him in disbelief, the delicate, translucent tips of her fins shivering just under the water and making it ripple.

“I’m going to change back,” she said cautiously, looking as if she might bolt, but there was no way she’d out-run him on land if she tried and as powerful as her tail looked, there wasn’t any way for her to swim out of her current predicament. “Could you… look away?” Her face tilted down and to the side, her arms hugging herself even tighter.

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered her. He didn’t trust her to bolt if he did look away, or… or do something stupid. She was looking at the tall, glass windows that walled the pool in with something that was too close to longing for his comfort. “Hey…” he took a step towards the edge of the pool, and when she didn’t move, he took another. “I’m just gonna…”

He slipped down, kneeling at the edge of the water, and then slid his feet into it, sitting on the side.

She sank down low, down to her chin, her tail curling under her, and behind, like she was trying to hide from him.

“Darcy, it’s okay,” he said gently, “whatever’s got you scared, whatever you’re thinking? I can guarantee it’s not gonna happen.”

“But we kill people, Steve,” she said, her voice rough, and now the wet of her eyes was slipping down over her cheeks. Christ, this was a mess.

“When was the last time you killed anyone,?” he asked, more boldly than he felt, because he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. Her lips parted, then pressed tight together. She lifted her eyes properly to meet his.

“Never,” she answered.

“Then what’s this we you keep talking about. Seems more like a them from where I’m sitting,” he murmured softly. She glanced away and then straigthened her shoulders with a huff.

“You’re not freaked out?” she asked. He let out an amused noise and then quelled it when she glared at him.

“I might owe Fury another ten bucks…” he said with a shrug, and then glanced down at where her tail flashed and glittered under the water. His fingers itched to draw it, and he was reminded he’d dropped his sketchpad and towel back in the hallway.

“So, uh…” he gestured at her tail as he fumbled for the right words for it.

“You seen the Little Mermaid?” she asked. He felt his cheeks go pink. She smirked. “Okay you have. Well it’s nothing like that. Okay? I’m not a princess, and my daddy isn’t a king with a big gold pitchfork. I’m just… yeah… my people, my family, aren’t the greatest, so I thought I’d take my chances with the land-walkers for a bit.”

“How’s that working out for you?” he asked, a million other questions crowding his mind. She sighed, looking away for a moment, then back at him.

“Well… I guess that kinda depends on you now, doesn’t it Rogers?”

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Kampos -- Part Two

Second installment of A Thing I’m Writing For @reioka. Gettin into the story guys. Sorry for the cliffhanger (not) also, don’t know when I’m going to be able to update next, because I just started my first job and it’s long hours and takes a lot out of me. I’ll try though!!! 

Part One

It quickly became clear that Steve and Bucky hadn’t really thought this out well. With Pepper tutting in the background they fretted, worrying over the hows and wheres of exactly what they were going to do with Tony. Hill wasn’t happy; Tony didn’t like her, and was very much cowering behind Bucky’s sheepish legs.

“Which idiot broke the tank?” Steve elbowed Bucky, who scowled.

“He’s better out here.” Hill pinched the bridge of her nose.

“He’s an ocean animal. For all you knew he couldn’t breathe air!” Bucky grumbled but had the tact to look properly apologetic and chastised. “How are you planning on moving him? Where are you planning to put him? You do realize seahorses aren’t freshwater animals, right?”

“You could let me go?” Tony tried weakly, his tail curling reflexively.

A gasped “My God” cut off whatever reply he would’ve gotten as a new human entered the room. This one had swirly, driftwood colored hair and bubbles floating in front of his eyes. “When I heard Zola ranting to those soldiers I thought he had finally gone crazy.” The human was staring and Tony didn’t really like that, although he thought he could take the human if it came down to it. The plates of his tail clicked as he curled and uncurled it, reminding himself to use his nose and not his gills. “Look at him. Amazing! And he’s intelligent.”

“He talks,” Pepper said proudly, as if she were the one who taught him human speech.

“I talk,” he echoed weakly, tired of being spoken about like he wasn’t there, curling his tail around Steve’s leg when he stepped too close. Steve grimaced but didn’t move away, smiling shyly down at Tony to encourage the closeness. The driftwood-haired human lit up, rushing forward and kneeling next to Tony, holding out his hand. This was one of those strange human habits that Tony didn’t know how to react to – they all stuck their hands in his face, like they expected him to do something with it. He stared at it, puzzled, before leaning up and nuzzling his cheek against it in affection and greeting, as he would with Natasha or Clint. The humans all got a very strange look on their faces, like they had eaten a jellyfish and it was floating around in their tummies. The driftwood-haired human withdrew his hand, his face blooming.

“I’m Bruce Banner. I’m going to help get you situated and then we’ll figure out what to do, okay?”

“You won’t send me home.” It was more weakness than words, and more statement than question. He was ignored, Steve and Bucky glancing at each other uncomfortably.

“I have a tank” Bruce Banner was saying to Hill, rubbing his bubbles on his shirt, somehow without popping them.

“You mean the one you created that slime monster in?” Hill deadpanned.  

“Maybe,” Bruce answered. “We just need to fill it with water and treat it.”

“How much is this treatment going to cost?”

“A lot.”

The tank was large, so large that Tony could’ve let salt escape after being stuck in the prison for so long, but it was still not as nice as the ocean would’ve been. It took Bruce Banner a long time to get it filled. Steve and Bucky, with a very real worry about Tony drying out, took to pouring buckets of water over him. It was fresh water, but it was kind, and Tony wouldn’t die from it like a real seahorse would (at least not immediately), so it was fine.

Most of these SHIELD humans were kind to him. Actually, most of the SHIELD humans avoided or ignored him, which was very nice. Bucky, Steve, Pepper, and Bruce Banner were nice though – he wasn’t yet sure about Hill. Especially because he thought a hill was a mound of something which humans liked to climb, and human Hill was certainly not that.

The water in the tank was perfect, and he gasped in surprise as Bucky and Steve lowered him in. It felt good rushing past his gills, and he actually did leak salt, looking at the humans through the glass (and this glass didn’t distort his vision! How amazing humans were!). He beamed at Bruce Banner, who bloomed and rubbed the back of his neck, tilting his hair down.

“I did some research,” Tony heard him say faintly through the glass and water, and smiled brighter, turning to explore his new (hopefully temporary) home.

His dorsal fin beating, he uncurled out his tail, relishing in the feeling of being able to stretch out and the absence of the heavy weight that came over his body in the air with the humans. He stretched his tail, curling it around one of the fake plants someone had kindly anchored to the bottom of the tank for him underneath the sand, finally feeling safe, and popped his head above the water so he could speak with the humans.

“Thank you Bruce Banner!” he chirped.

The humans wanted to look at him.

He didn’t really want the humans to look at him, because last time humans had ‘looked at’ him it had hurt a lot and they hadn’t done much looking, more prodding. So he told them that his gills hurt and he wanted to be in the water for a few days, surprised when they agreed. They were also as appalled (read: disgusted) as he was that the other humans had fed him dead food instead of live, and graciously provided him with live food to catch and enjoy.

And after they were so kind to him, he had to let them look at him, didn’t he?

Bruce Banner was the one doing the looking. He was surprisingly gentle, explaining everything he did. Bucky and Steve stood by with him, and Tony felt safer, even though he liked Bruce Banner a lot, especially when Bruce Banner brought out the needle because he wanted to take a liquid called blood out of Tony’s body. They all promised that it wouldn’t hurt him and he could live without a little bit of it, because Bruce Banner wouldn’t take it all, so he agreed, but he forced Bucky to hold his hand while the sharp metal went into his arm. Steve stood at his tail, letting him curl around his arm in anxiety, and Tony was grateful for that as well, because it made him feel more safe. When he had his tail around something, the currents couldn’t blow him away, so it was always safer.

It didn’t hurt, and Bruce Banner really did take only a little (Tony had seen more body liquid – blood – in some fish he had eaten), and Tony decided he really liked these humans. His herd was gone anyway (don’t think about it, don’t think about it), so he might as well stay here.

It was awkward when Bruce Banner wanted to see his pouch. There wasn’t much to see, and only his mate was supposed to touch there, but the humans were still being nice to him and he still had his tail wrapped around Steve’s arm even though Steve was making a face now (Bucky kept telling him to breathe) so he let Bruce Banner look, ‘palpitating’ (he guessed it meant gently pressing, from what was happening) his belly where his plates met his skin, and then lower where his pouch was. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable – he couldn’t really feel it – but he didn’t really know what Bruce Banner was looking for either. It was the same pouch as any other seahorse, nothing really special about it, but Bruce Banner was fascinated with it.

Later Bucky was going to let him try something called chocolate when Bruce Banner walked up, looking perplexed.

“Tony, you know you’re producing pregnancy hormones, right?”

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Fish out of Water

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Summary: Stephen is quite fascinated by you. But then again, how often is it that you meet a mermaid?

A/N: Don’t judge me, I love mermaid!AU’s so freaking much. I think I’m going to write a part 2 to this, since I’ve only wanted to introduce the idea of mermaid!reader and strange in this one. (also, I added Strange to my fandoms list)


“What exactly is it that we’re waiting for?” Strange asked, standing behind Rogers and Thor, who were staring at the ocean. Something they’ve been doing for the past ten minutes.

Steve turned towards Thor, completely ignoring the man behind them.

“Maybe something happened to her..”

Thor shook his head. “She’s too good for that. Give her time.”

Stephen, still completely lost, started to get impatient and wandered off into a different direction, still at the beach, but away from the other two, who didn’t even seem like they noticed.

They had said that Strange should come as back up. In case they needed his abilities. But he didn’t even know what his abilities were needed for. They literally had not told him anything.


“Who?” you said, sitting on a lonely rock which was looming out the ocean.

He turned towards you in an instant, not expecting any company. The beach looked like no one had been here in ages. When he saw what was past your belly, he understood why.

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Prince Steve visits the home of Little Merbuck 😊 (Do not worry about Steve, he can only drown in the deep and blue of Bucky’s eyes 😉)

El príncipe Steve visita el hogar de el pequeño Buckynito 😊 (No se preocupe por Steve, el solo puede ahogarse en lo profundo y azul de los ojos de Bucky😉)

Wrecked Ch. 1

Summary:  Princess Aria makes a deal with the sea witch. Three months to get the prince to propose marriage or suffer a fate worse than death. But as she gets closer to her deadline, she finds the prince not what she expected, a sailor that steals her heart and a merman who always had it. Can she find a happiness and fulfill the deal before time runs out?

Characters: Steve Rogers/OC, Bucky Barnes/OC, eventually Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/OC

Some angst, light smut…more to come

A/N: My second contribution to @neversatisfiedgirl‘s LoveSexMagic Challenge. This one didn’t turn out how I was expecting it too. And will extend beyond the challenge and can be read on AO3 here. And thanks to @angryschnauzer for the beautiful moodboard.

Three months ago.
‘You have three days to get the prince to propose marriage.’
‘Three days?! You can’t be serious. Three months.’
‘You came to me, princess. You’re not really in a position to bargain.’
‘I don’t want to be human that bad. I’m not stupid. Human males aren’t that different from mermen. I can get him to mate me but marriage is a completely different thing.’
The sea witch sighed and twirled her fingers through her tentacles. ‘Fine, three months. You have until the third full moon from tomorrow night’s.’
‘And if I fail?’
‘There are things worse than death.’
‘Fine. Deal.’

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