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tamingthemuseTitle: Embrace
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Chattel
Warnings: I’m trying to revive this old story. So I wrote a tidbit.
Rating: PG
Summary: Tyler found a merman, now he realizes that mermaids aren’t all rainbows and magic and that the one he found can be a bit of a spoilt brat.
Tyler was afraid to return below decks. To return to the merman occupying the tank usually reserved for captured crabs. He blamed it on the merman’s odd green eyes. Rimmed with that bright orange. And the fact that there was a merman on their ship. A merman that had been frozen in a bit of ice, chipped free, and woken.
Not with a kiss, despite how much Shelby chuckled at him behind his back.
He leaned against the ship’s rail, camera to his eye as he took photo after photo of the majestic landscape before him. The sun was lowering in the sky, turning the heavens all shades of pinks and oranges and the ice a vibrant blue. There were small, white dots in the sky that the camera zoomed in on, turning them into graceful birds. It was all so beautiful it took his breath away.
Much as those eyes had when they had first opened, then again when they opened the second time, this time not filled with fear, but with a sharp look of cynical distain. A jaded mermaid. Merman.
The creature was beautiful, there was no denying that. His skin, even warmed up, was still so pale his veins showed through it and his lids were shaded green with the cold. Even his lips had been green, which, as Tyler thought about it, they should have been blue. Everything about the merman was green, from his eyes to his long hair, threaded through with different shades of the same color.
He had scales that littered his chest and back, forming twin ridges down his spine as it changed from human torso to fish tail. And his tail was magnificent. Long, thick and graceful, like those birds, but more like a snake with fins. And the fins! The membrane was so thin and delicate, Tyler hadn’t dared to touch it, least it rip, melt under his fingertips.
There was a loud thump from below decks and Tyler was suddenly reminded that there was an opening to the tank from the main deck. He gulped and set about with his eyes, looking for the opening.
He needn’t look far, for Shelby and Mattie were bent over the hole, pointing and staring in awe. A bit of water splashed up from the tank, then the merman’s head emerged into Tyler’s line of sight. Then they eyes turned to him and he felt his breath escape him.
Ah, yes, the real reason he had escaped the bunks so quickly. The merman stared at him like he were nothing more than a bit of meat. Some poor fish lined up for dinner. He gulped and clutched the camera to his chest.
The pale green eyes narrowed in toward him and his arms lifted toward Tyler.
Tyler felt like the merman’s chattel, his personal slave. He glared, but succumbed to the beckoning arms. Ignoring the chuckles from the crew, he knelt and let the merman’s arms settle around his neck, his own going to grasp the lithe waist and lift. He pulled the merman out of the tank and into his arms, bridal style. He felt his breath startle when the cold, wet tail wrapped around his hips and leg, shivering in the Artic cold.
The merman looked around at the gathering crew, then at the ice surrounding the ocean the boat rocked on. Then he relaxed into Tyler’s hold, his arms tightening around his neck, nails lightly finding skin under his collar. He pressed his cold nose to the underside of Tyler’s chin and was a solid, comfortable weight in Tyler’s arms.
Making his grasp on the merman more secure, Tyler walked toward the skipper and he realized that he could get used to being needed so much.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Chattel
Warnings: I’m trying to revive this old story. So I wrote a tidbit.
Rating: PG
Summary: Tyler found a merman, now he realizes that mermaids aren’t all rainbows and magic and that the one he found can be a bit of a spoilt brat.
Tyler was afraid to return below decks. To return to the merman occupying the tank usually reserved for captured crabs. He blamed it on the merman’s odd green eyes. Rimmed with that bright orange. And the fact that there was a merman on their ship. A merman that had been frozen in a bit of ice, chipped free, and woken.
Not with a kiss, despite how much Shelby chuckled at him behind his back.
He leaned against the ship’s rail, camera to his eye as he took photo after photo of the majestic landscape before him. The sun was lowering in the sky, turning the heavens all shades of pinks and oranges and the ice a vibrant blue. There were small, white dots in the sky that the camera zoomed in on, turning them into graceful birds. It was all so beautiful it took his breath away.
Much as those eyes had when they had first opened, then again when they opened the second time, this time not filled with fear, but with a sharp look of cynical distain. A jaded mermaid. Merman.
The creature was beautiful, there was no denying that. His skin, even warmed up, was still so pale his veins showed through it and his lids were shaded green with the cold. Even his lips had been green, which, as Tyler thought about it, they should have been blue. Everything about the merman was green, from his eyes to his long hair, threaded through with different shades of the same color.
He had scales that littered his chest and back, forming twin ridges down his spine as it changed from human torso to fish tail. And his tail was magnificent. Long, thick and graceful, like those birds, but more like a snake with fins. And the fins! The membrane was so thin and delicate, Tyler hadn’t dared to touch it, least it rip, melt under his fingertips.
There was a loud thump from below decks and Tyler was suddenly reminded that there was an opening to the tank from the main deck. He gulped and set about with his eyes, looking for the opening.
He needn’t look far, for Shelby and Mattie were bent over the hole, pointing and staring in awe. A bit of water splashed up from the tank, then the merman’s head emerged into Tyler’s line of sight. Then they eyes turned to him and he felt his breath escape him.
Ah, yes, the real reason he had escaped the bunks so quickly. The merman stared at him like he were nothing more than a bit of meat. Some poor fish lined up for dinner. He gulped and clutched the camera to his chest.
The pale green eyes narrowed in toward him and his arms lifted toward Tyler.
Tyler felt like the merman’s chattel, his personal slave. He glared, but succumbed to the beckoning arms. Ignoring the chuckles from the crew, he knelt and let the merman’s arms settle around his neck, his own going to grasp the lithe waist and lift. He pulled the merman out of the tank and into his arms, bridal style. He felt his breath startle when the cold, wet tail wrapped around his hips and leg, shivering in the Artic cold.
The merman looked around at the gathering crew, then at the ice surrounding the ocean the boat rocked on. Then he relaxed into Tyler’s hold, his arms tightening around his neck, nails lightly finding skin under his collar. He pressed his cold nose to the underside of Tyler’s chin and was a solid, comfortable weight in Tyler’s arms.
Making his grasp on the merman more secure, Tyler walked toward the skipper and he realized that he could get used to being needed so much.
