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.
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
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.)
(( Pausing the other story I’m working on briefly to fulfill a request from @ennui160. This should be about five parts. ))
“It’s been throwing trash out of the tank— don’t feed it today.”
“Okay,” Alfred says, hiding his annoyance at his boss for not having informed him of this before he loaded the fish into the bucket. Turning around, he rolls his eyes and makes his way back into the stinky food storage room, prepared to throw the slimy fuckers into their holding tank. Apparently, mermen only eat live fish.
It’s kinda messed up, if you think about it. Humans don’t just dislocate their jaws and swallow live cows or nothin’.
Twenty minutes later, during lunch break, a comment from Francis has him looking up.
“It seems our aquatic friend is in a mood today.”
Alfred glances over at the tank they’re near, which happens to be the back wall access of the merman’s tank. It’s a pretty good observation point for the new exhibit, which explains why the handy metal picnic bench has been set up there. All the aquarium goers in the main areas can’t see the employees through the back glass, so it’s a prime spot to sit down and eat a sandwich so long as none of the overbearing scientists are trying to do work there.
“Yeah, Ludwig told me not to feed him.”
Francis purses his lips at that, expression soured. “I suppose that is the result of him throwing those awful pennies back out at the children?”
“Hey, man, it could’ve hit a kid in the eye or somethin’,” Alfred points out. “You can’t let bad behavior go unpunished or it’ll just get worse.”
I’m so obsessed with mermaids right now you guys
And not like pretty ones
Like wicked ones whose beauty is literally lethal
Who will kiss you and then tear your throat out
Wicked!mermaid Bucky who lures Tony into the water and then can’t kill him.
Lures him back every day but can’t go through with it, too hooked on the way Tonys lips feel and the little gasp he makes because Buckys fingers are so cold and the way Tony clings to him in the water because he’s afraid to drown
And everyday bucky has to fight the instinct to drown him, to kill him, and every day it gets a little harder
Until bucky starts killing other people to keep himself from harming tony
And he’s terrified because one day tony might taste the blood on his lips
And one day tony does
But it’s ok
Because he knows what kind of monster he’s fallen in love with
Honey;… I need this XDDD. I totally pictured pissed off otters in the first place. Didn’t even thought of friendly ones xD. You’re a gift, bless you xD.
So technically, I’m on a writing break right now, but because I’m in a crack writing mood, I decided to write the drabble. Just for fun. XD
The drabble isn’t canon to Fragments at Sea, but let’s just say it takes place in a very similar universe.
Also, a public service announcement: if you ever run across an injured animal/ an abandoned baby animal don’t touch it. Instead call the local animal services (whatever that might be, depending on your location).
Tony’s heart broke with each plaintive cry from the baby otter that he cradled in the crook of his elbow as he walked up and down the beach. It had been forty minutes since he received the call about an abandoned otter on the beach, and twenty since he’d found the darling. Tony’s stomach churned as he mentally calculated how much longer he could search for the baby’s mother before he’d have to take the otter to the aquarium.
The baby otter gnawed on Tony’s jacket in search of milk, and Tony’s heart melted.
Beside him, Bucky all but hissed at the baby. His shoulders bunched up to his ears. The glower he cast was filled with poison aimed at the otter.
“She’s trying to eat you!”
Tony rolled his eyes. “She’s just looking for milk.”
“By eating you!” Bucky stressed.
Tony huffed. When Tony had first volunteered to work at the local aquarium, Bucky–a merman who could walk on land due to a magical necklace he wore–had been intrigued about the aquarium. While Bucky had found the idea of an aquarium a tad disconcerting, he’d also been fascinated by it. However, when he learned that the aquarium kept otters on display, his entire tune changed.
“Keep the little jackasses in there for life,” had been one of the kinder remarks to leave Bucky’s mouth.
That was also the day that Tony learned that merfolk and otters hate each other. Otters hated merfolk because the merfolk ate the kelp that purple urchins ate (and otters ate purple urchins, so the otters wanted the urchins to have a large food supply), and merfolk hated otters because, as Bucky put it, “they’re assholes.”
“Tony,” Bucky whined. He glomped onto Tony from behind and hugged him. “Let’s just leave the squirt alone. It’s the natural way of things.”
Tony flicked Bucky on the forehead. “That’s not how my job works, Bucky.”
“But it’s not your job; you volunteer.”
“It’s my job now.”
“Why are you allowing evil to spread?”
“Otters are not evil. They are a valuable part of-”
A loud bark came from the ocean.
Bucky tensed. “Fuck! It’s the mom. Quick! Hide the baby! We don’t need any more of them.”
Tony elbowed Bucky in the ribs, shoving his boyfriend off him. Tony grumbled to himself as he approached the shoreline. He lifted the binoculars hanging from his neck to his eyes. Bobbing in the water was an adult otter.
The baby otter in his arms thrashed and cried.
The adult otter’s barks grew louder as it approached the beach.
Tony hurriedly put the baby otter into the water and let it swim to its mother. He watched through his binoculars as mother and baby were reunited.
His chest loosened with relief as the mother dragged her baby onto her belly and immediately began to groom the baby.
Twin arms wrapped around Tony from behind again. Bucky grumbled low into Tony’s neck and placed a kiss on the skin he found there. “I can’t believe my mate just unleashed a fiend into the ocean.”
Tony scoffed. He reached behind himself and played with Bucky’s hair. “I’m sure that’s how they feel every time you go back into the ocean.”
Bucky made an offended noise, but hugged Tony tighter. “I am pure innocence and goodness.” His lips curled into a smirk along Tony’s neck.
Tony snickered and leaned into Bucky’s embrace. “Just keep telling yourself that.”
lmao finally got around to writing more of A Thing I’m Writing For @reioka. It took me a long time to feel up to writing this again, but I’m back now. I can’t tell you how often updates will be (college is fucking crazy) but I can tell you this has not been abandoned. And feel free to send me ideas or asks about it!!
Trigger warning for blood, miscarriage. Read at your own risk.
Tony wailed as another contraction hit, pain lacing through his body and making his muscles tense. Pain spread from his lower back across his stomach, his muscles cramping and churning. His herd’s faces were pale, tight and worried at the unusual pain he was in.
Thor was supporting him underneath, letting him rest on his tail, while Rhodey had wrapped his arms around him, stroking and soothing him as best he could. Jarvis had their tails hooked together, watching him with growing worry, glancing around at the other adults for reassurance, his tail brown with worry and fear, contrasting the sharp red of Tony’s pain. Clint was alternating stroking his hair and kissing his neck, muttering reassurances in his ear as Natasha peppered his face with kisses, clutching his hand in hers and whispering encouragement. Loki was massaging his pouch, and intimate gesture that would have otherwise been unappreciated were it not for the pain he was in and the way Loki’s clever hands managed to soothe him, and Fury was at his other hand, rubbing his fingers and urging him on. It didn’t help that any time the humans tried to approach Loki bared his teeth and Natasha snarled, making them back off, although it did make Tony feel safe and loved.
“You watch,” Natasha hissed again as Steve once more tried to approach, tense worry lacing his features.
“We just want to help,” Steve’s distorted voice came through the glass and the water, his face twisted and pale. Tony’s herd looked up and bared their teeth, little Jarvis glaring as well, as the contraction faded and Tony sobbed weakly, pushing into Rhodey and Clint while clutching at Natasha and Fury. The next contraction started up almost immediately and Tony whimpered, leaning his head into Clint’s hands and closing his eyes.
“Humans have helped enough,” Loki snarled, calming as Thor held out a hand to him.
“Jarvis,” Tony whispered as the boy placed his hands on his guardian’s cheeks, leaning their noses together. “You need to move now. They’re coming soon.” Jarivs nodded, his face drawn, and gently moved through the water to cling to Natasha’s back.
“Almost there, Clingfish,” Clint muttered in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his sore neck. “You can do this, and then we’ll go home.” Tony nodded, sobbing weakly again. He hadn’t seen many births himself, but none of them had seemed to hurt this much. Then again, Tony was a rather small seahorse, and the fry hadn’t grown under optimal conditions.
He suffered through a few more contractions, salt leaking from him, watching as Natasha and Loki slowly let Steve, Bucky, Bruce Banner, and Sam creep forward. He stretched his tail out, clenching his teeth and squeezing the hands in his so hard Fury cursed. Rhodey wrapped around him tighter, his arms smooth and soft.
He could taste the blood in the water before he saw it, tensing in shock, looking at his friends to confirm; if nothing else, the flashing of Loki’s eyes told him he wasn’t wrong.
Pain ripped through him and he wailed, blood clouding around him. The contractions continued although he knew there was nothing, his pouch barren and dead. Sobbing overcame him, his friends shocked into silence by the taste of blood and the sight of his failure.
“I killed them!” he sobbed. “I killed my fry! They’re gone!”
Finally Rhodey snapped out of his shock, dragging his friend out of the tank, cradling him gently in his arms. “It’s- It’s okay Tones.” His other friends were quick to follow, flopping themselves out of the large tank while Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Bruce Banner rushed to help, fleeing the blood. Tony clung to Rhodey as Jarvis and Clint made their painstaking way over to hold him, shivering and weeping.
“It’s my fault, they’re dead and it’s my fault, how could I have done that?”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Bruce Banner said sadly, helping Natasha crawl across the floor as Tony gathered Jarvis into his arms to sob into his hair. “The conditions you were in and the way you were inseminated – I’m just thankful you’re alright, Tony.” Contractions continued to wrack through him, Rhodey moving over him in a soothing massage, his own crying echoed by Thor’s and Jarvis’s. Steve stepped closer and Natasha bared her teeth, but Tony was thankful for the human. His closeness had never seemed awkward and his care never forced. He wrapped his tail around the man’s leg, tilting his head up as Bucky approached and nuzzling into his hand. He groaned as another round of cramps hit him, curling around Jarvis in Rhodey’s embrace.
Mix of …some… of my AUs Tonys. Some Ive never even posted…. Liiike King!Tony finding Genie!Jarvis. Witch!Tony who King TChalla goes to to cure himself of his werepanther-ness that has been plaguing his family for generations.
Under the cut is brief explanations and links… LOL (or I should have done all that but eventually gave up because im lazy.)