Sunday, November 9, 2025

MICRO-FIC: "To wash ashore in your arms."

 PROMPT: I wish you would write a fic with ekko as a merman who saved the pirate's kid isha from drowning

It's not in their nature to intervene when the ocean seeks to claim another body to cradle it among the coral reefs. Ekko never felt particularly remorseful every time he caused a shipwreck—he's not sure why he felt bad enough to save this little one out of all his previous victims.

He's seen her around occasionally, swimming among the fishes at the shallow waters, all smiles and curiosity. She never saw him, but he saw her and the woman with the ocean blue hair always standing by the shore, with her toes dipped in just slightly. The woman watched her presumed child like a hawk, and her body only slumped into a relaxed position once her kid emerged from the waters, safe and sound.

He watches from a distance as the woman with the sea on her head bellows under the rain, face twisted in an anguished expression as she clutches her daughter's limp body. Ekko only smiles when she hollers with joy as the child jolts awake.

A smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. An emotion he can't name takes root in his ribcage—could this be what humans call pride?

He means to leave, to stop watching and go back into hiding, but before he can submerge himself back into the waters, the woman on the shore pauses—and makes direct eye contact with him.

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