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midnigtartist · 4 years

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Spicy Mermauk

long time since ive posted anything for this au but I promise its still going strong

this fic is m rated and set after Molly and Caleb are already together

also @millimauk did some amazing art to go with it uwu

Caleb knows its Mollymauk who’s entered his study by the sound of gentle foot falls with no accompanying voice announcing their presence. Instead he hears the snap of the door as its shut. Hands come to rest on his shoulders as Mollymauk drops a kiss to the top of his head. Caleb sets aside the pen he was holding, instead reaching up to lay his own hand over Molly’s.

“Hallo Schatz” he murmurs, swiveling his chair around so that he can see the mermaid.

He’s grown so used to Molly walking around stark naked at this point, and maybe that’s not great, but that familiarity is what makes the times Molly does put something on more noteworthy. Currently he’s wearing the long, loose skirt he enjoys so much, Caleb suspects it has something to do with keeping his legs free. He's offered Molly trousers before, but he finds them to constricting. So on the rare occasion that Molly does wear something around the house, it's often this, as well as the bandages around his middle that hide his abdominal gills. They’re as much to keep them from Jester and Beau as they are to keep irritation away from the sensitive organs.

As Caleb turns around Molly drapes his arms over his shoulders and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Working?” he signs.

Caleb nods. “Ja, ja I am going through my notes so that i can compile them into a usable thesis for the conference.” he flushes at the fact that he can find very little in his notes about Molly that aren't riddled with undertones of pinning or outright too vulgar to put in a presentation. “But aahh, you know I think I’ve been at it long enough for now.”

Molly grins, planting his hands on the arms of the chair so he can lean down and capture Caleb's mouth in a searing kiss. When he pulls back, Caleb is almost dazed.

“Good” Molly signs, before taking Caleb’s hands and pulling him out of the chair. The creak of his joints tells Caleb he’s definitely been sitting here too long. “I’ve missed you today.”

“I’m sorry I have not been able to make much time for you today, Mollymauk.” he says, wrapping arms around Molly's waist.

Molly shrugs, nuzzling up against Caleb instead of replying, twining his arms around his neck.

Caleb had never considered how utterly touch starved he was before Molly took up residence with him. But Molly is not shy with his affections and Caleb finds himself growing more and more willing to indulge himself in his idle touches. So he pulls Molly close by the hips and ducks his head down to bury his face in his soft curls, letting some of the tension of the day ebb out of his body. Molly stretches up to press the length of himself to Caleb’s front. Caleb can feel his breath against his neck. It makes him shiver. Hes about to pull away when Molly tightens his grip around his shoulders, nudging his hips forward just enough that Caleb can feel an unmistakable hardness pressing against his thigh. He sucks in a sharp breath. His face flushes with heat as the tone of this chaste embrace quickly shifts

“Mollymauk,,,?”

Molly hums into his ear, the sound quickly becoming a rumbling purr in the other man's chest as he presses impossibly closer.

“Mollymauk are you-?”

A nod against his neck, and then Molly pulls away, looking up at Caleb with his fathomless red eyes.

“I really missed you today” Molly signs. “I was really quite bored, so I had to find ways to entertain myself.” and he smiles a knowing smile that has Caleb’s heart doing flips in his chest.

He sets his hands on Molly’s waist, over the bandages, and Molly shivers. It's almost more than Caleb can stand. Beautiful Mollymauk in nothing but a long, flowing skirt, a noticeable tenting in the front of it that makes his mouth dry with want. “Do ahh-” he lets his hands wander. Slides them down over the swell of Molly's ass to the backs of his thighs, slowly gathering the material in hand until he can brush the pads of his fingers over Molly’s warm skin. “Do you want help with this?”

Molly nods eagerly, rewrapping his arms around Caleb’s neck as Caleb slips his hands up the back of his skirt. It's easy to push the fabric aside and run his palms over every inch of Molly's soft skin, stopping just short of the denting in the front. Molly makes a mournful noise in the back of his throat. Caleb captures it with his lips.

“Okay” he murmurs against the other man’s mouth. “Okay, okay ja, give me one moment.”

With one hand still cupped around the back of Molly’s thigh, Caleb pivots them, turning them towards his desk. Its littered with pages of notes and scraps of paper and other, more important things, he's sure. He disregards all of that, sweeping it aside to make a clear space on the desk. Things go scattering to the floor, Caleb pays them no mind. Instead he bends and wraps arms around Molly’s legs, hoisting him up onto the desk, no small feat in his mind as his thin arms aren’t meant to lift more than a peer reviewed study. Molly quickly tangles fingers into his hair, dragging him down into an open mouthed kiss that causes a groan to catch on the back of Caleb’s tongue. With fumbling fingers, Caleb reaches up to the bandages around Molly’s torso, undoing them with clumsy, stumbling fingers. The wrappings go slack in his hand. Slowly Caleb unravels them, relishing in the way Molly shudders at the soft fabric brushing against tender skin. All the while Mollymauk lays kisses over his jaw, and nips softly at his lips. Clearly desperate. Desperate at the thought of him. Gods, Caleb had not even given himself a moment to consider. To consider Molly bored and listless in his bed, occupying himself with thoughts of him. Touching himself to the thought of him. Caleb draws back to muffle a groan into the side of Mollymauk’s neck, stomach hot and heart throbbing against his rib cage. He’s hopelessly smitten with this beautiful creature, and he cannot fathom how the feeling could be mutual, and yet it is. Surely it is, as Molly takes his face in hand and guilds him back up so that their lips meet.

“A moment-” he breaths, prying Molly off just long enough to get the words out. “A moment bitte”

Mollymauk complies, drawing back with a final nip at Caleb’s lips that leaves him breathless. He presses a swift kiss under Molly’s jaw, where he can feel his pulse hammering under the skin.

“I need to get the door. Just one moment, mein Schatz.”

Molly sighs deeply, but nods, unknotting his arms from around Caleb's neck with an air of deepest disappointment.

Caleb finds that he can't get to the door fast enough. Outside of Mollymauk’s embrace he feels cold, and even his stumbling feet seem to protest the separation. How weak he is for the man. But it wont do to have either of the girls barging in on them. They are already convinced that the time the time he and Molly spend in here is less than scientific. They would only be right about forty percent of the time. Most of their time spent locked in Caleb’s study is utterly professional. And yet sometimes,,,,

As Caleb clicks the lock into place, he hears Molly let out a breathy cry, and he whips around to see what’s happened.

Gods hes looks so debauch like this.

Without a shred of decency, Molly’s leaned back against the wall and thrown his legs wide, palming over the prominent bulge in the front of his skirt. Little, voiceless sighs leave him. Caleb is back at his side in an instant. Sliding between his legs and tipping his head up to catch the mermaid in a deep and desperate kiss. His hands find purchase on Molly’s sides, thumbs ever so gently stroking over the tops of his gills. They flutter and twitch ever so slightly under the rough pads of his thumbs. Each brush of his fingers causes Molly’s breath to hitch until the other man is squirming under his touch, chest heaving every so slightly. He buries his face in the side of Caleb’s neck and keens soundlessly. Occasionally he bites down, drawing a low groan from Caleb himself. Caleb lays a line of wet kisses along the length of his throat. Molly’s hands tighten on his forearms, a request without words.

He's not sure why he's hesitant to bring a hand down to palm Molly through the fabric of his skirt. The majority of the times he's known the mermaid he’s been nude, and certainly this isn't the first time they’ve been intimate with each other. But there’s something about touching Molly’s clothed form that sends a thrill down his spine. Like him being covered adds a layer of obscenity to the whole thing, like Molly is something to be unwrapped, by him, and him alone. He shuddered at the strange thought, and strokes Molly lightly through the loose fabric feeling the hot curve of his cock against his palm. Molly’s back arches, pressing up as Caleb touches him, feather light.

He loves the shiny magenta flush in his cheeks, and how his mouth silently forms the shape of sounds his throat can’t make. Soft cries and low guttural moans that still ring clear in Caleb’s ears from the so few times he's gotten to hear them. Caleb kisses the curve of his horn, then his temple, before bowing his head to kiss his shoulder as well. He feels Molly drag a hand down his arm over his hip, before finally coming around to cup Caleb through the front of his trousers. Caleb's breaths out harshly through his nose at the contact.

“Nien,, nien Schatz” he mutters, careful removing the hand from his crotch.

Molly looks worried, confused as he pulls back, so Caleb brings his hand up to kiss the back of his knuckles and smile fondly at him. “I am going to focus on you right now.”

A light of recognition sparks in Molly's eyes.

“Research?” he signs.

Caleb sighs, cupping Molly’s face in both hands and kissing him sweetly. “I wish you would stop calling our intimate moments ‘research’ I thought that I had made it clear that you mean far more to me than that.”

“Oh I know that” Molly signs. “It's just a good joke yeah?”

Again Caleb sighs, but its colored by the smile that he cannot contain. “If you say so.”he says, kissing Molly sweetly once more before descending upon his throat. He kisses over his clavicle, layer marks over fading marks in a familiar pattern over Molly’s flush and lovely skin. By the time he's made it down to his stomach, lavishing kisses over the expanse of brilliant lavender, Molly is panting.

“This is very lovely.” Caleb says, kissing just above the waistband of the skirt. He’s sunk to his knees, kneeling between Molly’s spread legs. His straining cock pushes against the fabric of the skirt, creating folds that Caleb finds himself rather taken with. “It would be a waste to take it off so soon- if you are willing to leave it on a bit longer, mein Schatz” his gaze flickers quickly up to Molly, who nods.

“Yes” he signs shakily. “Yes” over and over until Caleb drags blunt nail gently over his inner thigh and suddenly Molly’s hands become too preoccupied with gripping the edge of the desk.

Caleb hums against his belly once more. “Alright”

It’s harder to see Molly’s hands from here, he can't see if he's sloppily signing anything. All he has to go on as he kisses and nips his way up the length of the other man’s thigh is the sound of his stuttering breath catching in his chest and sharp, silent gasps. The barely there sounds still sit warm in Caleb’s belly as he drags chapped lips over the inner seam of the mermaid’s thigh. As he approaches the hem of the skirt, he ducks beneath it, drawing a startled gasp from his companion. Fingers tighten against his shoulders, and Caleb presses his self satisfied smile into the heat of Molly’s flushed skin

It's dark under the fabric, the light muted and dim. The air here hot, and thick with the smell of sweat and prespend. He can see Molly’s cock now, pressing insistently against the inside of the skirt that does little to provide him modesty. The fabrie falls over it like drapery where its stands heavy and hard between his thighs. The head is flushed a deep shade of mauve. Caleb feels a pang of sympathy for him. How long had Mollymauk lay there, palming himself before coming to seek Caleb out, Caleb wonders. He draws fingers over the heated flesh, slow and reverent, gently touching each flushed ridge on the underside of Molly’s cock so that his legs tense on either side of him. Had he let idle hands wander across his belly before touching himself over the fabric of the skirt? Or had he hiked it up and out of the way before taking himself in hand. Caleb curls his own hand around the base of him and gives two loose pumps. A hand uncurls from his shirt to grip at the back of his head instead. Caleb imagines Molly with knees bent and a hand fisted around his swollen dick, and he rushes to muffle his strangled moan against the crux of Molly’s thigh.

He wants nothing more than to take the flushed, rigid thing into his mouth and bring Mollymauk all the pleasure he deserves. Wants to bring Molly off to a quick and desperate orgasm, but he forces himself to have some restraint. He leans in, Mollymauk whimpering at the feeling of hot breath along his cock, and kisses the base, feeling Molly shiver all around him as he does. So he does it again. And again and again, kissing his way to the tip of his cock, his head now forming the tent in Molly’s skirt. Caleb gives the tip one shy lick, gathering the sharp taste of it on his tongue, before parting his lips and sliding down the length of him.

Molly thighs go tense around him as hands descend upon his head, scrabbling to find a hold in his hair through the fabric of the skirt. Caleb can hear the way his breath has grown ragged, sharp and desperate, feels the slight quiver in his hips under his hands as he fights to hold them still for Caleb. Caleb draws the flat of his tongue along the underside, eliciting a full body shudder from the man above him.

Only now does Caleb realize that he’s played himself. While under the skirt like this has undoubtedly been sexy, he realizes he's cut himself off from Molly’s pleasure. With no real voice to express it, all Caleb can hear are the sharp, strangled breaths as they catch in Molly’s throat. But he can’t see him. he can't see his face tight with need, a thin line of pleasure creased between his brows. Can’t see the way his mouth hangs open as he pants with it. Can’t watch what the feeling of his lips wrapped around his dick do to him. His head thrown back against the wall, eyes clouding over with desire as Caleb draws those high pitched and keening cries from him. Gods he wishes he could hear him. The deep belly groans and the shouts of pleasure as Caleb sucks him off are a phantom ringing his ears. He grips tighter to Molly’s thighs as the other man’s hips start to thrust forward of their own accorded, and draws back to lick over the head with the flat of his tongue. There’s a disappointed huff of air above him, and Caleb’s lips curl up in a smile.

“You know I do not mean to tease you.” he says, a bold face lie that Mollymauk is not convinced by.

The mermaid whines, a high shrieking sound, and he thrust his hips forward, cock bobbing eagerly into empty air.

“Hush libling.” he soothes, even as his thumbs rubs deep circles into his trembling thighs and his lips ghost over the underside of his cock. “I will see to it that you are taken care of, ja?”

And he does makes good on the promise, taking Molly back into his mouth as far as he can. Sucking roughly as he own resolves begins to break, and bobbing his head up and down the length of him until his jaw is aching in the sweetest way. Above him he can hear Molly’s breath grow shallow and quick. Each breath a gasp and squeak of pleasure as his hands grip tighter to the back of Caleb’s head and his hips move in small aborted thrusts to meet his lips. Caleb takes him deep into his mouth and holds him there in the warm wet heat of it. Until the taste of spending grows sharp against his tongue and Molly’s legs start to quiver, and he quickly releases him.

“Hhhhhaa!”

The sound the leaves Molly’s throat nearly topples Caleb with need. He has to reach down and grip himself through his trousers just to take the edge off his own painfully hard desire. Molly’s cock twitches weeps, a painful looking bruise color now, ball loosening as he draws back from the very edge of his orgasm.

‘Hhhaa haa haaaa”

Even his breathless panting sounds so ruined, and Caleb feels his chest filled with pity and affection. How long had Molly teased himself before seeking him out? How long hand he let his fingers linger on himself before drawing them away in favor of the touch of Caleb’s hand?

“Hush mein Stern” he mutters. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of Molly’s thigh and he jumps at the contact. “Hush Schatzie” he coos, drawing back from under the skirt. “I want to see you.”

Loose plum curls hang over Molly’s eyes and stick to the back of his neck, matted with sweat. His arms quiver and his chest heaves and a flush stains his skin a startling shade of wine from the tops of his cheeks all the way down to his belly. His lips partly slightly, his eyes glassy and features pinched tight with need.

“Ahh ahh”

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes and sweat dews along his skin and suddenly Caleb feels a bit bad for teasing him so much.

“Oh Mollymauk.” he murmurs, pushing himself to stand so that he can cup the other man’s face between his hands.

Molly wastes no time pressing up into the touch. His hands scramble to find purchase on Caleb, tangled in his hair and gripping at the front of his shirt. He whines as he pulls Caleb in, pulling them flush so the can press up desperately into his chest and stares at him with wide pleading eyes. Trying to beg without words. Caleb is quick to draw him in for a kiss, pushing his tongue past the seam of Molly’s mouth so he can taste himself on Caleb’s lips, and Molly groans.

“I want to see you” he repeats, shoving the skirt to the side and taking Molly in hand with little preamble. Molly arcs wildly against his chest. Caleb loops his arm around his waist as he strokes him in earnest now, laying kisses over his jaw. “Mollymauk,,,,,”

“Haaaaa!”

It only takes a few rough strokes to bring Molly to completion. He trembles in Caleb’s arms as his cock leaps in his fist and hot and sticky cover Caleb’s fingers and Molly’s stomach and the skirt too. Caleb gently eases him though it, touching featherlight to his softening dick and kissing his cheeks and his temple until Molly stops shaking in his grasp. When he draws back, Molly is smiling at him, exhausted but content, eyes half lidded and heavy. Caleb’s heart swells and he rushes forward to kiss him, chastely. “You are lovely, mein Schatz.” he says as they draw back. “Was that ahh- that was alright?”

Molly nods languidly, wrapping his arms around the back of Caleb’s neck. Eventually his chest stops heaving and the flush starts to leave his cheeks. Molly droops forward into Caleb’s shoulder and he can't help but chuckle. “Tired?’ he asks. Again Molly nods. “I suppose I ought to get you to bed then.” another nod.

So Caleb helps him down from the desk onto his shaking legs and lays a hand against the small of his back to steady him. They're About halfway down the hall to Molly’s room when Caleb feels a tap on his shoulder He turns, giving Mollymauk a questioning look. The mermaid smiles a tired, but knowing smile at him.

“Again?” he signs.

Caleb feels his flagging erection leap at the single word. He swallows around his suddenly dry throat.

“Gods, Mollymauk,,” He glances at the clock. The girls are not due to be back for another few hours. “I suppose there’s ahhh- time for a bit more “research’,,,” he says in a rush

Molly throws his head back in the silent laugh and Caleb hurries them down the hall.

#widomauk #mermauk au #m rated yall

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midnigtartist · 4 years

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hey more mermauk au

The water, once so familiar and inviting, now feels as though its pressing in on him from every side. Instead of carrying him, he can feel it tugging on him, weighing him down. He tries to swim up, His chest burns like it's never burned before and he has to fight to keep his mouth sealed around the swell of air that presses against his lips. It's so hard to move now. No matter how much he kicks and flails he hardly makes any progress, these new limbs not strong enough to push him forward, up towards the glimmer of sunlight on the surface of the water above him. Still he claws his way against the current, no webbing between his fingers to help him but that's alright. He keeps pushing and kicking and fighting his way up up up until his head finally breaks the surface.

Molly opens his mouth wide and takes in a great, gasping gulp of air, right before a wave comes crashing over top of him, forcing him back under. Luckily, it seems the ability to orientate oneself under water is learned and not genetic. Even though the push and pull of the sea spins him like a top, Molly is eventually able to right himself, breaking the surface once more. He blinked salt out of his eyes and kicks hard against the water to keep his head above it so he can look around.

He can see the beach, a short ways off, and the dock that he’s seen Caleb perched on many times before with the cuffs of pants rolled up to the knees. More importantly, Molly can see the house, Caleb’s little house sitting way at the top of the rocky cliff side and the sight of it makes his heart hammer in his chest. Won’t he be surprised to see Molly striding up to his front door like a proper person on his own two legs. He can almost imagine Caleb’s face when he sees him, those bright blue eyes of his round with shock.

With that image in mind, Molly feels his limbs get a bit stronger, and its with a giddy resolve that he fights against the pull and swell of the waves, swimming towards the beach as fast as he can. Eventually his hands and knees scrap against the sandy shoreline and finally, Molly is able to pull himself free of the surf and push himself up onto his new, strange legs. He can’t lie, it’s a struggle at first to find his balance. The sand shifting under his feet certainly doesn’t help him find firm footing and his knees quake under the weight of him, but after a few stumbling attempts, Molly manages to right himself. He lets out a triumphant huff as he straightens up, arms spread wide to help maintain his balance. He lifts a shaking leg, and takes a single step.

A surge of pride rolls through him, just as another wave crashes down on top of him, sending him sprawling back into the water.

Fuck!

He comes back up spluttering out sea water and has to drag himself out of the tide before he’s willing to give it another go.

The second attempt is much easier, it doesn't take nearly as long to stand this time. He plants his feet on the dry sand and pushes himself upright with his hands until he’s balanced once more on the two thin pegs that are his legs.

Well you see, know that wasn’t so difficult was it. He thinks to himself and takes a few more, less the graceful steps away from the ocean. Once Molly’s sure he's not about to be tackled by another wave, he takes a quick moment to asses himself.

Weaver bless him, he has legs. Long purple ones that jut out from his hip bones where his tail had once been. Legs with knees and calves and feet with weird looking little nubs at the end that he burrows down into the soft sand. He runs his hands down them, bending over so he can touch the backs of his knees and that's when he notices two more new protrusions from his lower half. The one in the front is fairly easy to guess what it is. Though it's a bit strange to just see it dangling there limp between his legs, it's definitely not the most interesting thing going on down here. Something long and thin and sinuous is wiping back and forth behind him. He goes to grab it, to investigate, but only succeeds in falling over onto his arse. And it's all so bizarre and wonderful that he has to laugh. It leaves him in a soundless whoosh of air and, well shit. He opens his mouth to speak and all that comes out is a shrill, dry, screech. His brows draw down into the furrow.

That’s exactly what isn't supposed to happen.

Molly reaches up to touch the chain of the silver necklace dangling from his throat. This was supposed to make him proper human, or a proper person at least. With legs and feet and, gods what was it Caleb called them, lungs? Yes. with lungs and a voice that works on land too. He runs a hand over his side, across his ribs where his fingers slid over two long gills that wrap their way around his flank. Which is just more confusing because he feels like he's breathing just fine without them. Maybe the Moonweaver’s magic can only do so much. Or maybe he should have been more specific with his request. He had only asked for legs, a lot of room for interpretation there. Caleb would probably know what's going on, he knows all sorts of things from those books he's always reading.

Oh gods he’d almost forgotten about Caleb in the excitement of it all. Quickly Molly scrambles back up to his feet. Hot, dry sand is sticking to his legs and hands and his arse, and no matter how hard he tries to wipe it off the only thing it seems to do is spread it around. So sand is something that is definitely better in the water, he concludes. Doesn’t matter, he did all of this so he could see Caleb and there's been a notable lack of the red head up to this point. Molly looks back up to the cliff face where Caleb's house is.

The path up looks steeps and maybe a part of Molly is worried that maybe his frail new legs won't be enough to carry him up there, but he's certainly not just going to sit here on the beach and wait, in the hopes that Caleb will come and find him. He found a way onto land, he's sure as hell not going to let a little cliff stop him. But as he's making his way over to the place where the sand ends and tufts of shrub brush start to sprout, legs occasionally trembling underneath him, something small and bright orange streaks out of a patch of grass. Molly lets out a yelp of surprise as the thing sprints past him, a blur of ginger chasing a terrified crab as it scuttles towards the dock. Naturally he follows. He turns so fast it nearly knocks him off kilter, but he manages to catch himself before he eats sand and scrambles after the crab and the ginger blur. The blur is much faster than the crab. They race across the beach with Molly on their tail, making it as far as halfway up the dock. Molly watches the blur as it jumps and lands on the poor thing, coming down on it with its- well it's umm,,,,,

Coming to a less than graceful stop on the old wooden dock, he stares at the blur with his head cocked to the side, because this is the most bizarre creature he's ever seen. Its small, with a pointed face like an otter. Maybe it is an otter, it has the same four legs and the hair all over its body. But its ears are pointed and its eyes are an intelligent gold rather then glass black and its tail is longer and fluffier. If this is an otter, then there’s something very wrong with it.

The not otter is starting at him inquisitively, the caught crab dangling from its mouth. It gives him a quick and scathing once over before its back arches up and its hair sticks up on end and it hisses at him.

Rude little bastard, Molly thinks. He hisses back, baring pointed teeth at the creature. He could probably eat it, if he wanted to.

“Frumpkin? Are you out here?”

Faster than Molly has time to react, the not otter drops the crab and bolts between his legs back towards the beach, towards the sound of that familiar voice. Molly feels his heart start to race in his chest.

“There you are, boy, I had not seen you in a while, and I was starting to worry, ja. Oh yes, you are a good kitty, very good- oh!”

Quickly Molly school his face into an alluring smile, and turns, slowly, to face Caleb. He’s clutching the mean little frumpkin to his chest, hair drawn back in a loose ponytail. He watches Caleb's eyes take him in, a light, giddy feeling bubbling up in his chest as they go round with amazement and his jaw drops slack.

“Mol-lymauk?” he breaths.

Oh and Molly can’t help it, he beams, blindingly bright at Caleb and nods.

Slowly, as if in a trance, he sets the frumpkin down on the sand, and takes a few shuffling steps towards him. The breath catches in Molly’s throat. The suspense is almost to much to bare so on new legs Molly starts to jog down the dock towards Caleb. He must have miss stepped though, or misjudged how slick the wet wood of the dock was, but one second he's making a beeline for his favorite human, and the next the clear blue waves of the ocean are swinging up to greet him. He makes the mistake of taking a breath after he's hit the water, an old instinct that quickly fills his lungs with salty sea water.

“Mollymauk!”

For a long moment the world is spinning, his lungs are burning, and he cant breath. And then he feels hands under his arms, pulling him up and out of the sea. He breathes in air and coughs out water, as Caleb heaves him back up onto the dock.

“Mollymauk are you alright?!” Caleb asks, his hand resting on Molly’s shoulders while he chokes.

Molly nods, whipping the back of his hand over his face. He can feel more water dribbling out of his nose and the sensation makes his skin crawl and his eyes water. After a moment of furious hacking and Caleb's hesitant hand rubbing small circles over his back Molly is finally able to get a decent breath in, and when he does he turns to look at Caleb with a grin plastered across his face.

Their eyes met and Molly feels a hand on his shoulder pause. “Gods, it really is you.” Caleb mutters.

Molly rolls his eyes. Who else would it be, he wants to say, but can't.

Caleb runs a hand over his face, over his unshaven jaw. “But you are- you have-” his eyes trace over Molly’s legs, before quickly jumping back up to his face. Molly swears his sees a light dusting of color in his checks. “How is something like this even possible?”

Oh well that’s an easy enough question to answer. Molly catches the chain of his necklace between his fingers and brings it up to eye level for Caleb to see the silver, crescent shaped pendant dangling from the end. Then he points to the water and then to himself and folds his hands like he’s praying. Then he points to the necklace and then to his legs.

“I prayed to the Moonweaver to let me come on land and she gave me this necklace that gave me legs, so i could come and see you,,,”

He lays his hand on Caleb's shoulder and beams.

Caleb blinks. “I aaah- I do not think that that was as clear an explanation as you thought it was but umm- if I am understanding this correctly this necklaces is- some sort of magic?”

Molly seesaws his hand, sort of yeah, something like that.

Caleb nods. “Well I cannot say that I fully understand it, yet, but we can worry about that later I suppose. Let’s ahhh- lets start with getting you cleaned up, ja? Can you stand? Here ummm-”

Molly allows him to slip an arm around his shoulder and help him to his feet. It's much easier than trying to do it by himself, and really, he can’t complain about the warmth of Caleb’s hand on the small of his back. He leans back a bit into it, and finds himself stumbling. Caleb tightens his grip.

“Careful Mollymauk.” He says. “I do not know if I am strong enough to pull you out a second time.”

Molly hums his understanding, steadying himself on his feet. Once Caleb is sure he's not going to topple over, he lets his hands drop. He gives Molly another shy once over, before catching his eye and dropping his gaze to the ground. “I aahh -here”

Quickly Caleb shrugs out of his coat. Molly watches him curiously as brings it around him and drapes it over his shoulders. It's warm and soft and smells of old book and cinnamon.

“There, that’s better. Are you comfortable Mollymauk?” he asks.

Molly nods, tugging the coat tighter around himself.

“Ja ja, that is um, gut, lets go. Umm-” With much hesitation, Caleb takes Molly’s free hand and sets it on his shoulder. “Just- Just hold on to me and we will get you up to the house.”

Molly flashes him a thumbs up. Lead the way.

The walk up to the house isn't strenuous but its is long, and by the time the pair of them are cresting the top of the hill, Molly is clinging rather fiercely to his companion so that his knees don't give out. They wobble under him, clearly not used to this amount of work. Caleb is holding him around the arm to keep him from falling over.

“Nearly there.” Caleb mutters as they approach the front step

The house is modest and cozy looking, like a cottage, with planter boxes in the windows and silver chimes hanging by the door. Molly likes it quite a bit. He leans up against the wall while Caleb gets the door open, and then helps him inside.

“Jester are you home?” Caleb calls out as kicks the door shut behind him.

“I'm here, Caleb!” a female voice calls from behind one of the door frames.

“Can you come in here and help me, bitte?”

Suddenly there’s the sound of something scampering across the wooden floor and a moment later, another fuzzy, four legged creatures comes barreling from around the bend in the hall right at them. It's not a frumpkin, Molly’s got no idea what this is. But its bounding at them with its tongue lolling out of its mouth and its tail wagging excitedly.

He jumps, digging his nails into Caleb’s shoulder as the thing comes to a skidding halt in front of him.

“Nein, Nugget, down boy, down stop.” Caleb cries, trying to push the creature back with his foot while balancing Molly on his other arm. “Jester please, I need you.”

“Oh don't be such a baby, Nugget is only saying hello” the female voice comes again, and human figure enters the room. Well, more human than anything else Molly has seen. She has pastel blue skin and bright pink eyes and horns that curls against her head like his.

She pauses in the doorway when she sees them. Molly smiles at her, and waves.

“Caleb” the woman, Jester he would assume, says. “Caleb what happened?”

Caleb shrugs. “This ahhh- this is Mollymauk.” he says sheepishly. “Is he okay?” she asks. She runs over to them, shooing the nugget out of her way.

“Oh ja, he is fine, I think.” Caleb says. Molly flashes Jester a thumbs up. He feels just fine, maybe a little wobbly but fine other than that. Caleb continues. “Ja he is fine but I need to run a bath for him, can you help?” Jester nods vigorously. “Of course, of course Caleb, come on.” Tentatively, she puts a hand on Molly’s shoulder and Molly lets himself be lead deeper into the house, busing himself with looking at all the odds and ends Caleb has hanging on the walls. “Caleb what happened?” Jester asks again.

“I umm I found him while I was out on the beach.” Caleb says. “He was like this when I found him.” “Oh no! You don't think he was shipwrecked do you?”

“,,,,, perhaps,,”

“Oh that’s terrible!” she cries. She turns to Molly. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?”

Molly shakes his head. No, he definitely not hurt. He pats her hand gently, hoping to assure her.

She blinks up at him. “Can you not speak Molly?”

Again he shakes his head, and gestures to the gills on his flank, hidden now by Caleb’s coat.

“Something with your ribs?” Jester asks, before rounding on Caleb again. “See Caleb he is hurt! I bet he punctured one of his lungs and now its all shriveled up like a raisin.”

“I do not think so, Jester but I will check.” apparently they’ve reached wherever they were headed because Caleb uses his free hand to open the door and gently shoves Molly inside, barring Jester from entering with his body in the door frame. “I promise if there is something wrong I will come and get you right away, alright?”

She looks like she wants to argue, but Molly catches her gaze over Caleb's shoulder and nods. He's fine.

Jester sighs. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, but if he dies don’t say I didn’t try to help you.” and with that she turns on her heel, and Caleb shuts the door after her. “You’re not going to die, are you?” he asks Molly.

Molly shakes his head. He doesn't think he’s dying, no.

Caleb runs fingers through his hair, pulling a few stands loose of his ponytail. “Good, that is gut. Now ahhh- lets the umm -let's get you cleaned up.”

Molly looks down at himself. There’s sand caked up over his legs and his arms and his tail and stuck between the nubs on the ends of his feet. He grimaces as he wiggles them and feels the unpleasant grittiness against his skin. He nods at Caleb.

Probably best I get clean up yeah.

Caleb nods as well “Ja, we do not want you tracking sand all over the house. Here-” he offers his hand and Molly gladly takes it, allowing Caleb to lead him over to a large white basin against the far wall He has to grip the other’s forearms as Caleb directs him to step over the high walls of the thing and then sits down inside it.

Sitting there with his knees bent up towards his chest, he gives Caleb a look, and taps the walls of the basin.

Caleb seems to pick up what it is he’s asking. “Oh! Ja um, this is a bathtub, I forget that you do not know this. This will help you get cleaned up.” he says, moving so he can fiddle with some strange pipes at the foot of it. “You can just throw my coat there on the floor, Mollymauk, I don't want it to get wet.”

Molly does as he's asked, slipping the coat off his shoulders and tossing it over the side of the bathtub.

Caleb nods his approval, sticking some sort of plug into the opening in the floor of the tub, just as water starts to flow from the pipes. He stands up, wiping his hands off on his trousers. “It will take a little time for it to fill up but ahhh- it's something.” he says. “If it is too hot just turn this one this way.” he turns the right tap to the right and back again. Molly gives him a thumbs up.

Caleb nods. “I would ahh- I would give you some privacy, but I am afraid the tub might overflow,,,,” he sounds almost guilty about it.

Molly waves it off with a hand.

Rather have you stay anyway.

Caleb fidgets, and after a painfully long moment of watching him not know what to do with his hands, Molly takes pity on the man and taps the side of the tub again. Come sit here.

It seems Caleb understands because, after some deliberation, he sets himself down on end of the tub where the taps are. Molly hums his approval.

The water is warm, and quickly climbing up the sides of the tub now. Molly takes the quiet moment to stretch his legs out. Bending them at the knee, rolling his ankle back and forth. He lifts it as high as he can then lets it drop back into the water with a splash. He hears Caleb chuckle and glances up to find the human’s eyes already on him.

Molly smiles, he can hardly believe this is happening. That he gets to be here, on land, with Caleb.

“I do not know how this is possible, but it is very good to see you Mollymauk.”

Molly nods. He’s so glad Caleb feels the same way.

And it's all thanks to these. Molly stretches one of his legs towards Caleb. They’re pretty amazing, yeah?

The gesture gets another laugh out of Caleb. “Ja ja, they are pretty cool.”

They are cool, and once I’m cleaned up we're going to go exploring, you and I, and I’m going to have you show me everything I can see with a pair of these things.

He wiggles the little nubs at the ends of his feet.

“Very cute.”

Molly beams at the praise.

Hell yeah he’s cute.

#midnigtwrites #widomauk #mermauk au

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Oops all mermauk

Another mermauk au ficlet. A direct continuation of this

He is not quite sure how something like this could even be possible, but Caleb had not been lying when he’d said he was happy to see Mollymauk. Perched on the edge of the tub he watches the mermaid clean out the sand stuck between his toes. And if he's staring, it's only because the whole situation is utterly baffling. It was already such a slim possibility that he would ever find someone like Mollymauk, Caleb has spent most of his professional career getting laughed out of conference halls because of his theories on mermaids. He’d simply grown deaf to the whispers that would follow in his wake. According to his peers, Mollymauk is an impossibility, and yet here he sits, waist deep in warm water in Caleb’s tub. And if all that weren’t enough to send his heart racing and his mind spinning, there is also the rather blatant fact that Mollymauk, by some stroke of magic, now has legs. Legs Caleb would have never imagined him able to possess. He can't possibly hope to explain how that’s possible, not without looking into it, and he hopes Molly will let him look into it further, but he is grateful for the anomaly all the same. He had thought, well, feared really, that after he’d done all the research he could do, Mollymauk would stop coming back to see him. On a few occasions he had heard in passing that Molly has a group that he travels with. It's such a silly thing and yet,,, yet Caleb dreaded the idea of never getting to see him again. So when he’d seen him out there on the dock, standing on trembling legs, it was almost like seeing him for the first time all over again. Impossible and everything he’d hoped for.

Wet fingers nudge his knee, pulling Caleb out of his thoughts. He jumps, looking down at Molly who’s looking up at him with a slight smile on his face.

“Aaah, are you done in there then?” he asks.

Mollymauk nods, planting his hands on the side of the tub so that he can stand. A jolt of panic flashes through Caleb as he sees his legs tremble beneath him, and he dives forward to grip Molly’s forearms. The water sloshes against the sides of the tub but Molly doesn't fall.

“Bitte Mollymauk it is slippery. Here, let me help you out.”

Molly hums a thankful note and together they manage to get him out of the tub and back onto the cold flagstone floor.

He really is a sight, standing there dripping onto the tile. The long gills that run along his sides flutter every so often, and his tail whips back and forth excitedly, scattering drops of water across the floor. Caleb is quick to draw his gaze away, releasing Molly as soon as he’s sure he won't slip and fall, and turning to find a towel instead. It would be pointless to deny the fact that Mollymauk is very attractive, and that he finds it rather distracting, especially with him being nude as he is. He shoves a fluffy towel into Molly’s hands.

“Here, you can dry yourself off with this.” he says, keeping his gaze steadfast above the other man's navel. Gods he's going to have to find him some pants soon, and maybe then his heart will stop beating so fast.

Molly looks at the towel, and then back up at him. Expression utterly blank.

“Oh ja, uuuh you probably do not know what I’m talking about.” He just realized he’s trying to explain the concept of dryness to a creature that sends the majority of its time completely underwater. Where to even begin with something like that. “You just aaaa just pat on your body until you are no longer dripping.” he says.

Mollymauk looks- confused, but he does as Caleb says, slowly and methodically patting the towel to his wet skin.

Good enough, Caleb thinks, moving around Molly to gather up his coat. When he turns back Mollymauk has left the towel in a heap on the floor. His hair is still wet but its going to have to do. Again he sets his coat on Mollymauk’s shoulders and again the mermaid beams up at him. He nuzzles down into the collar and hesitantly threads his arms through the sleeves. Gods he really is cute though. Caleb feels himself returning the grin a bit shyly.

Gingerly he places his hand to the small of Mollymauk’s back and steers him towards the door.

“Come Mollymauk, we will aaah we will get you somewhere comfortable, and something better to wear than just my old coat.”

Molly cocks his head to the side. A ‘why’ or a ‘where are we going’ perhaps.

Caleb answers both. “You will be more comfortable in some proper clothes.” he explains, guiding Molly down the hall. “And warmer. I aaah- I have some things that you can borrow, in my room.”

Caleb pushes open the door of the second room on the right. It is the second smallest room in the house and it is filled to the brim with all the books he could not find space for in his office. He leads Molly inside and directs him to sit on the bed. “My coat will do for now, but if you are - are you going to be - to be staying Mollymauk?” he asks.

He's not sure how this works. If it is only for this one day or if Molly’s transformation is permanent. Caleb is still not sure what he is going to tell Beaurgard and Jester.

Molly pauses for a moment, looking down at his legs, and then nods. Yes

It only really partially answers Caleb’s question. They are going to have to find a better way to communicate, if Molly truly is going to be staying. He might have a solution for that as well, but at the moment it's far more pressing that they get Molly dressed.

“Alright. Ja my coat is sufficient, but if you are going to be staying here, up on land, you are going to need more than just that” he says, slipping said coat off Molly’s shoulders, and draping it over the bed.

He is a bit taller than Molly in the legs but certainly he should be able to find him something suitable to wear. Caleb strides over to his dresser. It only takes him a moment to find a decent pair of rough wore slacks, which he presents to Molly.

“Here, put these on.”

Molly points towards the bundle in his arms, then at Caleb’s own pants.

Caleb nods “ Ja ja they are pants just like mine, they may be a bit long though.”

He does try to give Molly some privacy as he dresses, but after a few moments of listening to him stumbling and flailing, he decides he should at least offer him an arm to steady the mermaid. With his hand gripped like a vice around Caleb’s bicep Molly is able to carefully step into the pant legs, fastening the trousers around his waist. They do a good job of covering the lower set of gills on his flank, and Caleb nods his approval.

“Ja, those will do. I’ll get you a shirt as well, aaa hold one moment please.” he leaves Molly to inspect the new pants, turning and twisting to get a decent look at them with his tail wiggling out from the bottom of one of the cuffs. Caleb crosses to his dresser once more and fishes out a simple blouse shirt from within. He hardly wears it, so he will not miss it much if Molly were to take it. The collar opens fair to wide for his taste, but he has a feel that will not bother Mollymauk much at all.

“Here Molly-” he turns back, only to find Molly in a state of undress once more. Perched nude on the edge of Caleb’s mattress with the trousers left abandoned on the floor.

Caleb clears his throat, as if that will stave off the rush of heat to the tips of his ears. “Nien Mollymauk, you need to keep those on.”

Molly shakes his head, no.

“Why not?”

Molly gestures towards his sides, towards his gills that twitch and flutter ever so slightly. The lower set are flared out and look agitated. Molly brushes his legs down and shakes his head once more. “They’re uncomfortable.”

“Ah I see” coming around Caleb set his hand gently on Molly’s side.its a farmillar touch and he doesn’t think much of it as he carefully moves Molly to get a better look. The gills do look irritated, and of course they would be. To have that rough fabric brush against such sensitive organs. Yet another obstacle he’s going to need to find a work around for. “Well I suppose it is alright for you to just wear this then, at least until we can find a better solution.” he says, handing the shirt off to Mollymauk. “It aaaa well it's not like you are going to be anywhere other than the house, for now.”

Molly takes one look at the shirt before setting it to the side with another shake of his head. He leans over to snatch up the coat from the foot of the bed, and pulls it over his shoulders. Then he throws his arms out wide, beaming up at Caleb.

Caleb chuckles “I take it that you are fond of my old coat then?”

Molly nods, tugging the coat tighter around him. Almost as if to say ‘I’d like to see you try and take it from me.” He reaches up to tap Caleb twice on the shoulder before burrowing down into the fur collar.

“I’m not quite sure what that’s supposed to mean, but if you are comfortable then I am happy.”

At least its something so that he does not startle the girls walking around with his junk on full display. Though it does cover very little. Not that Caleb has noticed.

“Ja, we will look for a better solution tomorrow, I think.” he says. Jester, or even Beau, would probably have some softer garments that would be less agitating. he will have to be sure to ask.

Molly hums in absent agreement, occupied, it seems, with the buttons on the cuffs of the sleeves. A fond smile creeps its way onto Caleb's face as he watches. He's always found Mollymauk’s curiosity to be endearing. He’s always so enthralled by things that Caleb would consider mundane, like the buckles on his boots or the pen we takes notes with. It’s good that he gets to see him again. Those few days where Molly had stopped showing up at the dock Caleb had been so certain he had moved on. He’s very glad that that’s not the case, he would have missed Molly’s unabashed desire to discover terribly.

“Is there anything I can get for you, Mollymauk?” Caleb asks, picking up the discarded clothes to put them back in their respective drawers. “I can get you something if you are-- uuuhhh,,,”

There was another half to that sentence but it vanished like smoke from the tip of his tongue the moment he turned back around to find Molly splayed out over his duvet. On his back with Caleb’s coat spread around him and he his face turned into the sheets.

It has to be intentional, it must be. That every time he turns his back Mollymauk seeks out new ways to fluster him further. Either that, or the mermaid really has no concept of modesty. There’s no leering grin on Molly’s face, or bright red eyes that watch him knowingly. Instead he lets out a great yawn, and cuddles down deeper into the bedding. Caleb flushes red all down his neck, caught between how very long and lean Molly’s legs look, and the soft expression on his face. Gods he must be losing his mind.

“Are you tired Molly?” he asks, keeps his voice light and conversational.

A single nod from Molly. Caleb feels his heart melt just a little bit. It's only about three in the afternoon and yet Mollymauk seems exhausted. He should have noticed it sooner. That walk up to the house can be a struggle for him at times, he can't imagine having to do it on new legs. And that’s not considering whatever else it might have taken Molly to get here. It is only natural that he would be tired, especially now that the excitement is starting to wane.

The house has another spare room that Caleb has yet to fill up with research notes. If Molly is going to be staying with them, he will need a place to sleep.

Tentatively Caleb approaches the bed. “Mollymauk, I have a room for you if you wish to rest. You will have to get up though.”

He's not even going to entertain the idea that he's strong enough to lift Molly. Molly's response to this is to press his face tighter into the mattress.

Caleb chuckles. “I realize you are exhausted Molly, but you cannot sleep here. This is my bed.”

A lavender hand sneaks out from the bundle of Caleb’s coat and pats the bed beside Molly. The tips of Caleb’s ears burn at the implication.

“N-nien Mollymauk that ummmm-” he not quite sure what ‘that’ is but knows he can't just curl up next to Molllymauk like that. He just- he can't. He shouldn’t. So he won't. He gnaws nervously at his lower lip. “Nein Molly that’s not what I ment. we cannot share the bed.”

Molly lets out a huff that sounds almost disappointed, but he drops it, apparently too tired to press him further. He gives another great yawn, tail curling up like a cats, and settles back down against the mattress.

‘Well i guess this is his bed now’

#mermauk au #mollymauk tealeaf #caleb widogast #widomauk #midnigtwrites

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