#merwhump

awww thank you! 🥰 you would do well as a customer for Cassius then!

Túathal, a merman, is captured and kept prisoner by pirates for his valuable scales. While Robyn, the youngest of the crew and not very popular, takes care of him, the others only bother with his scales (and anything that makes their extraction easier). Especially James. And once the rest of the pirates discover that Robyn and Túathal have become fond of each other, things only get worse.

Contains merwhump, pirate whump, mutual caretaking, language barrier, outcast whumpee, defiant whumpee

Character intros (including picrews)

Túathal, Robyn and James

Works

Caught in a storm

Túathal wakes (WIP)

😭✋ – a shoulder to cry on/a hand carding gently through their hair

🥰 – post-nightmare cuddles

Extras

Character asks

Túathal

What do Túathal's friends like about them?

Is Túathal a good hugger? Does he like hugs?

Does Túathal give good gifts?

How long have you been captive? (asked just after Túathal wakes)

Describe the shoes he's wearing.

What objects does he always carry around with him?

Has he ever been to the Mariana Trench/other deep sea areas?

Robyn

Does Robyn make friends easily?

Does Robyn care about others' opinions of him?

Tell me about a character who doesn't like Robyn. Why don't they like him?

Describe the shoes he's wearing.

What objects does he always carry around with him?

James

Describe the shoes he's wearing.

What objects does he always carry around with him?

   Below the cut, I introduce a new character through violence. She is a tiny Merfae. This is woman whump and there are whump illustrations along the way. Please mind the tags.  

TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying, Whump, Woman Whump, Merwhump, Tiny whump, Impalement, Restraints, Blood, Abandonment, Vocal abuse, Knives, 

Thank you for the prompt!! I think I can only mark 1 BTHB box per piece so I’m gonna count this one as Fevers!

@badthingshappenbingo for Fevers.Character: Blue (my merman OC)

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Inside of the room is dark, and the air is hot and thick.

It’s so small a room it could almost be called a box. It moves and hums and sometimes jerks, jostling its contents, who lies sprawled on his back on the hard ground, his long tail barely fitting in the cramped space.

Blue groans, low and soft. His chest rises and falls slowly, shakily, with labored breaths through weakly flaring gills. The humid air in the room is enough, just barely enough, to keep him breathing, but it’s like trying to breathe in sludgy water. His skin is covered with a thin sheen of sweat, the only thing keeping his skin from drying out entirely.

So hot. Too hot.

He yearns with his whole being for the cool touch of water, to be able to breathe fully and deeply.

He’s so tired and weak, but he can’t rest, because if he falls asleep he may stop breathing…

When the room finally stops moving and the humans haul him out, Blue’s skin is flushed and overheated, his vision blurry. They drag him with their cruel hands and drop him onto another hard surface.

The burst of cool air outside the room makes him tremble all over. He rolls onto his side, trying to curl up, arms wrapped around his stomach. He feels so dizzy, and how is it that he can feel hot and cold at the same time?

“What the hell did you do to him?” A woman’s voice snaps. “Couldn’t you have used a tank?”

“The hot box is cheaper,” another voice says.

A cool hand touches Blue’s forehead and he groans again, tipping up into it.

“He’s got a fever,” the human woman says softly. “You idiots. Someone get me cold water!”

A moment later there’s the blissful feeling of cool water pouring over his gills, across his face and mouth and down his throat. He gasps with relief, gills rippling to take in as much water as they can.

finished commission for @whattheheckisgravity of their OC, Adrien! i added in some shading for free bc i thought it looked better with the foreshortening lol

thank you Gravy for commissioning me and letting me draw him! 🧡

😭 – a shoulder to cry on

✋ – a hand carding gently through their hair

For Túathal.

I couldn't fit 🥰 in so I'll write you a second drabble for that one.

From this ask game, Túathal's masterlist is here.

Taglist: @annablogsposts @kixngiggles

CWs: captivity, non-human whumpee (merman), bruises, impaled

Túathal looks out of the small window in Robyn's berth. The full moon's shining in, bathing them both in silvery light as Robyn tends to Túathal's tail.

The full moon. That means he's been here a whole moon cycle. Stuck here, in the belly of this ship, being hurt and defiled, for a whole accursed moon cycle.

He closes his eyes as a tear trickles down his cheek. His tail hurts, there's a giant metal pin holding it to the floor, not to mention the bloody, inflamed patches where his scales have been stolen, and goddess below it's agony. It's not like every part of him doesn't hurt but his tail is the worst.

He just wants to go home.

Robyn presses gentle pressure to Túathal's tail and Túathal whimpers, biting his lip too late to stop it. The human murmurs something that he doesn't understand as Túathal's cheeks burn with humiliation at letting anyone know his pain, even just Robyn. He's a prince, he shouldn't be weak like this. Even though, somehow, he doesn't think his family would mind.

No. No, he can't think about them. Not here. But, goddess, he misses them so much.

A warm, calloused hand touches his shoulder and he opens his eyes to see Robyn peering at him through a heavily-swollen eyelid. His face and arms are mottled with bruises from trying to stop the other humans impaling Túathal a few days ago. He mouths the word "finished," and Túathal looks down to see the majority of his body swathed in off-white bandages. His injuries would heal better with more salt water rather than those, but he doesn't know how to communicate that and he appreciates Robyn trying all the same. Appreciates the human so much, likes him even, and isn't that something he never would've thought just a moon cycle ago?

Túathal doesn't resist, doesn't want to resist, as Robyn reaches out a hand and gently guides Túathal's head to rest on his shoulder.

Túathal swallows hard. All his instincts go against letting himself relax on a human but... this is Robyn. Robyn, who's been kind to him, despite the fact that it would be easier to let the other humans do as they wish. Túathal sinks his head into Robyn's shirt, wetting it with tears he can't keep in anymore. Pained, lonely tears.

Robyn's hand combs gently through his hair, detangling small knots, scratching his itching scalp, and he lets himself sink further, trying not to sob too hard and hurt his tail with the movement. Robyn murmurs soothingly, his words soft in Túathal's ear, causing a wistful ache in his heart.