#merboy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 2 days

Text

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 27

MASTAPOST

His sister knew.

His sister knew, and she joined his parents on a hunt. She joined his parents to sabotage them, because she knew they’d catch up to him. She freed him.

His sister saved him. The tears that she helped stop broke through again. His sister knew, and she saved him. She still loved him, even if he was a monster.

Danny took one more look at the deck of his parents’ boat, and he jumped. He’d never been so happy to be in cold water in his entire life. Scales climbed over his skin. His legs snapped together, bones melding into tail vertebrae. The weapons systems on the SAV were down. Thank you Tuck. It had to be him.

Danny looked up at the hull of the boat, clean and free of barnacles. He turned to the vast depths in every direction. He should be running. He should be getting as much of a head start as humanly or inhumanly possible. There was no way he could come back. No way at all.

He didn’t do any of that. He just felt so… so tired. His body sank down to the bottom of the sea, which was admittedly not far down. His glowing scales and lines lit the way down. On the sea floor, he curled into a ball, clutching himself tightly.

What was he to do now?

His mission was complete. Damian Wayne was reunited with Bruce Wayne. Jazz knew about Danny’s true nature, so there was no way she’d not know that the spitfire of a green guppy was Damian. One quick explanation was all it would take for everything to end well. Bruce Wayne would bring his son home. And his parents-

He palmed the spot on his chest over his heart. His parents didn’t know. What if he just went home, pretended like he’d been rescued by someone.

Danny’s scales shivered like goosebumps.

The Amity Island sirens were probably long gone. Maybe they’d come back for more trouble next year, but maybe not. For all he knew, Danny Phantom was no longer needed in Amity. No longer welcome, if he was ever welcome in the first place.

His lateral line tinged. The light of his scales illuminated a small guppy swimming in front of him. Danny stared at Damian, the boy crossing his arms and looking over his body. How did he get out?!

“You are uninjured.” Damian said. It was the first he’d heard from him in over 24 hours. Danny would have cried in relief, if he wasn’t already trying to wipe the tears away from his earlier cry.

“D-Damian! Why aren’t you on the boat? Your dad’s right there!”

Damian sat down on the sand in front of him, fingering one of his fins. “This reunion is not amenable to me. You were right. My father is influenced by the Fentons. It would be safer to return to our original plan. I have more reasonable family members to go to in Gotham.”

Danny blinked. “But I thought you hated me.”

“I am still angry with you. And I have not decided whether I have forgiven you or not.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Regardless, nobody deserves to have done to them what the Fentons intended with you. I would have done away with them myself, but entrusted Jasmine Fenton to the job. You’re welcome.”

That was strangely heartwarming. Despite himself, Danny felt a small smile form. “Thank you.”

They sat in silence. Despite being in sonar range, the SAV did nothing. Probably Tucker blinding their systems. The idea that Damian would throw away this chance shook him, but-

Danny recalled the terror. The fear. The overwhelming dread underneath the shadow of a man who could snap his skinny body in two. Perhaps Damian had a point.

Damian scraped a bit of dirt on his arm fin. The two of them were looking worse for wear every day. “If you are unable to continue, then I understand. I will go through the Panama Canal on my own. Thank you for bringing me this far.”

He grabbed the boy’s arm, stopping him from leaving. “What do you mean on your own?!”

“I will not blame you if you choose to abandon this quest.” Damian’s fins drooped.

Danny shook his head. “You’ve got no supplies, no food, no weapons. We’ve got nothing.”

“I will find more.”

“I can’t abandon you.”

“Even after I caused your capture?”

Danny hunched his shoulders. He filled with determination. “I made a promise, Damian.”

The boys stared into each other’s eyes, searching. Their fins flared, an unconscious fight for dominance. Damian loomed over Danny, defiant. Danny held firm.

“Very well. Are you ready to go now?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t wanna linger around here much longer. Do you?”

Damian flipped himself so he was belly up. The boy glared at the ship above. “Not particularly. Let us go.”

It was morning when Jazz woke up. Her head lay on a towel and icepack. Warm sunlight streamed into her room. The back of her head numbly throbbed, a reminder of what had happened last night. Emotions simmered. Vestiges of adrenaline, anxiety and stress coursed through her system. Alongside them, relief. She had done it. Danny was safe.

A tear fell through her eye. Would it be the last time she ever saw him?

Jazz pulled herself out of bed sluggishly. The floor in her room and just outside still bore stains from Damian’s mucus. Honestly, boys.

She glimpsed the vast ocean outside her window. They were near the Panama Canal. That was probably where Danny and Damian were headed. It seemed the boys had a plan all along. Danny was strong. Not his superpowers, but his heart. Her little brother had persevered this far, and she hoped that knowing that at least one member of his family loved him for sure would allow him to make it.

For now, she had to face the music. What would her parents to do her?

“JAZZIE!”

Jazz jumped out of her skin. Her father’s feet stomped thunderously through the room. He scooped her up in one motion, crushing her ribs with a tight hug.

“D-dad!”

“Jazzie we were so worried!” Her father sobbed. “We’d just finished fighting off those abyssal abominations when we realised you and Brucie weren’t there! And then we looked in the lab and- and- and-”

Jazz patted her dad’s back. “There, there, dad. It’s alright. I barely even felt anything.”

“Jazzieeee!” Her father cried.

Her mother walked in soon after, a tray of food in hand.

“Honey, you’re smothering her.”

“Oh, sorry!”

Right as her dad let her down, her mother rushed up and engulfed her in another crushing hug. Lots of points in the ‘not smothering’ department there. “We were so worried. How are you feeling? Honey? Is your head alright?”

“Just a bit of a headache, that’s all. I’m fine, mom, honest!”

“Come here now.” Her mum pushed the tray on to her atop a wooden stand that had been lying in the room. “I’ve made you some chicken noodle soup, and I’ve got you some Tylenol for the headache. We’ve also screened you for any remaining siren influence.”

“I can’t believe it! That tiny green kid had it in him to mind control our dear Jazzie!” Her dad cried loudly, tears streaming down. “Are you sure you’re ok, sweetie? We can do some more tests.”

Jazz shook her head. “Dad, I promise I’m fine. I barely even registered anything happening. Just a blur in my head, then suddenly I’m awake in here. Where’s Mr Wayne?”

“We put him in the guest room. Your mind controlled self did a number on him! Guess we won’t have to worry about any human creeps getting the jump on you, eh?”

Jazz’s face twisted in (mostly performative) guilt. “I’m so sorry! Is he ok?”

Her mum shook her head. “Don’t worry about him, honey. He’s just got a bit of a bump on his head now. He’ll be fine.” Served him right for terrorising her little brother, be it intentionally or not.

Jazz rubbed the back of her head, still throbbing.

“It’s not your fault. It was the fault of those damn crafty fish.” Her mother’s face sank.

Jazz leaned her head on her mother’s shoulder. “What’s the damage then?”

Her dad sat down. “Well it ain’t pretty. The engines are gonna need recalibrating. Then the rudders fixed. Thankfully we’ve got all the spare parts we could need and more, but it’ll take a day and a half, maybe more, before we’re seaworthy again.”

“Can’t believe all that crying was just act.” Her mum muttered darkly. “Just buying time for his friends to show up.”

Jazz put her noodles down, and gulped a handful of pills. “What did Phantom do?”

“Mostly he tried to lie to our faces. Then put on a show of being scared and helpless. I can’t believe we fell for it.”

Jazz stared into her mother’s eyes. And what she saw shocked her. Instead of the conviction, the hatred and the determination that usually backed those words, Jazz found vulnerability. At first she thought it was because her mom thought she’d lost her chance to get Danny back. But none of that occurred in the days leading up to this event. Not once during this expedition had she seen such uncertainty.

“Mom? Are you ok?”

The uncertainty disappeared underneath a mask, underneath her red goggles. “I told you not to worry, sweetie. Get some more rest. Your father and I have a boat to fix.”

“That’s right! I don’t wanna see you running around trying to help us, got it?”

Her parents filed out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts.

Jazz went for her phone.

Tucker blinked himself away at the morning sun. Immediately he went for his laptop. He went into the Fentons’ systems, went into their cameras and detection equipment, breath baited.

The lab was empty. The sonars were clear. The radar was clear. He wanted to cry. They had done it!

“Yes!”

Sam groaned beside him. Right, he was in her room. “Please celebrate quietly, Tuck. You’re killing me.”

Tucker winced. Sam looked not much better than last night. She was swathed in bandages like some anime main character. “Sorry Sam.” He whispered.

“Did we do it at least?”

He lifted his laptop to show her. “Danny’s like 400 miles away. And with what Jazz did, he’ll be getting much farther.”

“Good. I’ll return to the land of the dead now.”

Tuck waved his hands in front of her. “Wait! What about changing your bandages?”

“Ugh.” Sam stayed lying down, but her eyes remained open.

Tucker got to work. His hands moved carefully around Sam’s tender spots. Her skin had regained most of its colour overnight, but was still sensitive. At some point, he put on the news on his laptop, like they had been since Danny left.

“Your grandma’s gonna kill me for letting you do this.”

“Not before she kills me first.” Sam muttered. “And not before I kill Danny for giving me this killer headache.”

Tucker snorted. “Be a waste of blood to kill the person you spent it all saving.”

“That’s why I’ll suck out all his tasty fish blood. Like a vampire.”

“Hah! I’m pretty sure Hamon and vampirism don’t mix Sam.”

Sam whacked him in the head with a pillow. “It’s the Focus, not Hamon.”

The news feed switched to a familiar image. Sam pulled herself to a sitting position. “Turn it up, Tuck!”

‘On to other news, it has been over 96 hours since Damian Wayne, heir to Wayne Industries, was viciously attacked by sirens. Only a day later, Bruce Wayne, father to the boy, set off with local siren hunters Jack and Maddie Fenton. They have not been heard from since. We interviewed government experts, Operatives K and O for their statements,

The presenter gestured to a large TV screen showing two of the smarmiest bastards Tucker had ever met (second only to, ugh, Vlad).

“We share our condolences to Bruce Wayne for his loss. The siren menace continues to plague this country and others.-‘

“Bullshit!” Sam shouted.

“As a result, we are calling for all citizens in coastal areas to be on high alert. These fish freaks are living among us, seeking out the weakest and most suggestible, and then luring them to the bottom of the sea to be eaten, or worse.’

“And what of Damian Wayne?”

Agent K lowered his head. He placed his hand on his heart. Tucker heckled at the terribly stilted and overwhelmingly dishonest display.

‘We regret to say that he was torn to pieces, and eaten. We will be pursuing his killer, a siren dubbed Phantom, to bring to justice.’

Sam clenched her first. “The only justice we need is for your entire organization to burn and every single one of you in The Hague!”

‘If any of you see or suspect Phantom, we implore you to contact our offices immediately. This specimen is no Little Mermaid, but a vicious predator who will take away everything you hold dear.’

The newscast cut away from the two men. The presenter continued with a constant cool composure, despite the grim subject matter.

‘Indeed, the attacks on Amity Island have gained national attention as a result of Damian Wayne’s death. However, there has nonetheless been pushback against the narrative presented by the GiW. In Baja California, Mexico, residents of a small fishing town were shocked to find an entourage of Atlantean soldiers escorting a group of illegal whale hunters. The poachers have since been deported to the United States, but not before they claimed to be attacked by a siren matching the mysterious Phantom’s description, in addition to another small green siren. Our correspondent in Mexico has the scoop.’

The newscast cut to a female Atlantean soldier and a young reporter.

“The boat was covered in ice, like it was the Arctic or something. So were the poachers. One guy was covered up completely except for his mouth. I’m sure we accidentally ripped off a layer of skin or two breaking it. Feel kinda bad, but they’re poachers so meh. Not to mention all the slime.” The soldier shuddered visibly.

“And what do you think provoked the sirens to attack the ship? Are the sirens just very conservationally-minded?”

She shrugged. “Hell if I know. My guess is the humans were creeping up on their territory.”

The news segment droned on to less interesting details. Tucker and Sam had heard enough.

“Damn, Sam! Looks like your ways are rubbin’ off on Danny.”

Sam chucked another pillow at him. Tucker dodged. “You mean he’s giving himself away. I hate poachers as much as the next guy, but he has invisibility for fuck’s sake. Why did he let himself get seen!?”

Tucker shrugged, mimicking the Atlantean woman on the video just then. “I’m sure he’s got a good reason somehow.”

“Or he forgot he could do that.”

Tucker shut his laptop closed. “Welp, if that’s all, I gotta run back before my mom doubles my grounding.” He winced.

The boy clambered out Sam’s window, and waved her goodbye.

“Thanks Tuck. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“We’re Team Phantom, baby! We’re riding high or dying, and there’s no in between!”

Samson Skulker stood over the edge of his yacht, a beautiful glass of red wine in hand. Below him, his trusty dolphin cohort surfaced, chittering information. The wound on his leg was healing nicely, and his suit was ready too. It was incredible. Simply incredible how much poor little Phantom could swim in a single day. Faster than any other sea creature in the world, except for his own species. It was an exhilarating hunt, even if he had to upgrade his engines over and over just to keep up.

“Panama Canal, you say? Well, well, well. This will be interesting.”

Skulker pulled out his phone and dialed the number he’d seen on TV.

“Hello? I’d like to report a Phantom sighting. I saw him heading towards Panama. I think he’s making Panama his next target.”

Let’s see how the little fishies squirm when there are a couple dozen more sharks in the water.

The water had been getting shallower, brighter. It tinged with the smell of wood and metal and oil. Seagulls cried from above. Damian knew where they were. Knew they were close.

To be continued…

38 notes · View notes

tranquilo-antique-apothecary · 2 years

Note

hello! would it be fine if i request a shy lil fairy/mer boy with a gender neutral reader? tysm!

Percy the River Perch Merboy

Thank you for visiting the humble shop! :D I never thought another person would request because of how inactive the blog is but now that it has garnered some attention, I'll shake off the rust and get back to work! >:)

I decided to go with a Mer-boy because it's May this month, I hope you like it! Let me know what you think!!

Summary: You are a tourist determined to travel everywhere. You walk without looking back, admiring all the unique structures the world has to offer along the way. But just a normal common river on the outskirts of the town you're visiting makes you want to stay forever.

Contains: issues about body image/appearance, self-esteem issues, Percy is hard on himself :'(, first meetings, sweet bliss of fluff, a little angst?

Percy is ordinary typical merfolk, with a tail of scales and parts of his features resembling a fish, there was a sense of beauty in him that only he couldn't see. His freckles and scales are visible on his bare olive skin, and if you're lucky enough to see the sight, his brown hair will shine under the sunlight as he rises up the water.

Percy is beautiful.

But he disagrees.

---

You looked back at the several buildings of the town you were visiting, for once, it wasn't foggy, it was a good chance to see the rest of the sights during your stay!

There you spot a river, the stream most likely reaching into a large body of water, you assume. Surrounded by large trees and the view of the sky and sun just right, with the river large enough for groups of people to swim around, you wondered why this place wasn't popular.

You inch closer and admire the sights with your hand covering your face from the bright sun. Amidst that and listening to the calming dance of the river, there you hear the silent pace of someone swimming in the water.

'Ah, so some people do come to this place?' You thought and quickly turned around, preparing yourself to explain to the local that you were just sightseeing, only to freeze as you spot a man having a giant greenish-yellow fish tail, peeking at you near the large rocks.

He immediately disappeared underwater with a squeak as you stumble over your words, "Wai-wait! I'm just a tourist, I'm sorry if I scared you!"

No answer.

Half of you were shocked and terrified but upon seeing his black and brown eyes widen as the two of you caught eye contact, you were only left with the thought of how cute he looked..

You spent the rest of the noon looking for the...merman?? But to no avail.

You sigh and went back to the town, looking back at the river with the internal promise of going back again the next day.

---

As Percy watches the figure of the unknown person walk away yet again, his eyebrows furrow as he felt guilty.

'Percy, are you dumb?! Ugh!' The merman facepalms to himself, whimpering.

'It's not often humans come here and you blew it!' Percy narrows his eyes and looks at himself with bitterness.

He was a merman, yes, but he wasn't that...pretty, not that handsome compared to all those love stories he always heard about, where the alluring merfolk that lives in the vast ocean captures the heart of someone as easy as finding rocks. Their tails glisten like the color of the rainbow, and their voice is as silky as their hair.

Percy could only feel sadness and wished he lived in the ocean, not in a river that would only lead to a pond...His tail splashes behind him as he grumbles,

"Percy, you idiot..."

"So, Percy's your name?"

He lets out a gasp of surprise and quickly turns around only to spot the face of someone who has visited this place for a week straight.

"Yo-you!" Percy's eyes widened as his hands trembled, unable to hide his embarrassment.

You laugh and hold up your hands to show you mean no harm, your eyes squinting with so much happiness that it made Percy dizzy.

"I was looking for you for so long, I finally got to see you!"

If he had feet like humans do, he's sure it would buckle.

"You..?? Look for me???" You tilt your head at his questioning tone, just as confused as he was, "Of course, I would. I have never seen someone like you!"

Oh...

Percy's shoulders deflate.

"I...I see. I suppose that it must be a horrid sight to see someone like me.."

You gape and quickly shake your hands and head, "Please don't misunderstand! I... I have never seen a..merman.. in general...especially as someone as.."

You scratch your nape, looking the other way to avoid his reaction, "Someone as good-looking as you.."

Percy might as well die right there and then as he sucks in a heavy breath, his pulse beating quickly. He couldn't even think how to respond, much less actually talk!

"I understand that you're uncomfortable because I've been going here for a week now but I promise I won't do you any harm, I just- I want to admire you...and.. and be friends with you.." 'Wow, great Y/N, real smooth.' You purse your lips before adding, "You can always refuse! I will never come here again if that's what you want-"

"No! Please!" You finally look back at him and saw just how flustered he got and how heavy he was breathing, his eyes widen like he was surprised at how bold he sounded before he quickly mutters, "Uhm...please..please don't leave...I also want a friend."

You regain your shock and smile gently, reaching your hand for him to shake, "I won't. I suppose introductions are fair. I'm Y/N, nice to meet you."

For once in his life, Percy felt like he was those merfolks in the stories as he slowly and shakily reaches out to shake your outstretched hand.

"Percy.."

You smile widely and he only looks away, hiding his small ghost of a smile and tearful eyes.

---

Every morning and noon, you would meet with Percy at the river.

At first, you would have to go look for him but as more days pass, he would slowly wait for you at the same spot you saw each other.

He still hides away from you but your patience earned a trustful bond between the both of you. There, you learned that his lifelong dream was to go to the beach or the ocean and feel the white sand and collect the seashells it has.

You recall your various trinkets during your many trips and decided that, while he may not be able to go to the beach or the ocean yet, you can give him something that you hope he will love.

The day went on as normal, you talked about all the places you went to while Percy listens with awe, if you were lucky, he would even tell stories of his own. Percy was so compelling when talking about what he was passionate about, that you didn't even know that the sun was already starting to set.

"-And then I had to apologize to the snail so I- ah!" He suddenly jerks back and looks at the sun, causing you to snap back to your senses.

He looked really guilty once he noticed it was already the afternoon, "I'm sorry, Y/N... I was so focused on talking that it was already getting late! I'm really sorry!"

"No, it's fine, I enjoy our chats no matter how long it gets. I'll come back again tomorrow, alright?" As Percy bashfully nods, you take out a pouch and a tiny jar filled with sand before handing it out to him.

"Eh?" "I..uh... remembered what you said about wanting to go to the beach and I know it's not much, but here. They're white sand and a pouch full of seashells I got from a beach I went to in the past.."

Percy grabs them with such gentleness, and combined with the shine on his eyes from the setting sun, you swore you were hooked to him, no pun intended.

"Anyway!" You sheepishly laugh and pick up your things and ready yourself to go back to the town, "I'll see you tomorrow, Percy, goodbye!"

A few steps and you hear him call your name so you turn to him, the sunlight hitting your face and your eyes widened.

Nothing has given you more joy, not even the many sightseeing and trinkets, than the soft mutter of 'thank you' from Percy and his adoring smile pointing at you.

So long as you see that smile again, you think that staying here might not be that bad.

You were truly hooked.

273 notes · View notes