At least it wasn't vampires. That was Angelica's only consolation as she sat beside the bath. She glanced the boy lounging in the bath and playing with the bubbles. How did it come to this? Angelica Aubrey had an ordinary life. She lived with both her parents, had two little brothers and had a relatively normal family, with the exception of the twins of course. So how on Earth had she come into possession of a merman?! Laiken is a merman...he prefers the term mermaid though. He just wondered into the aquarium one day and started up a conversation with the obscenely rude turtles. Angelica has no idea how she's supposed to "return him to the ocean" or why he decided to live in her bathtub of all places but it's happened. Not that she's complaining or anything, because there has to be some advantages to having a merman living in your house, right?

The monotony of routine, as familiar and predictable as the ebb and flow of the sea. An expanse of blue, wide and endless and vast. Red eyes do not turn purple within the blue. Reader is gender neutral throughout the story. Cover art by lawv-no on tumblr!

❝Oh, Cordelia, sing to me. Then proceed to kill me at sea.❞ ★★★ inspired by The Little Mermaid. Highest Rank Short Story: #55

The ocean was an unforgiving force that took as it pleased and gave little back. Astrid knew that to be a fact. After the tragedy of her mother's death, she watched her father's sanity collapse as he was driven to prove that it was more than just a boating accident. Unlike him, she stayed well away from the water's edge and out of its grasp, immersed in the sorrow of her loss. But what little the ocean did give back, a man of myth with the tail of a fish, could reveal more about the secrets to a harrowing conspiracy brewing below the surface.