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Lissa!! Iâve never, ever, EVER read a Jimin merman fic beforeâlike, Iâm usually all about vamps and werewolves and that kinda stuffâbut OMG, do I love it?? It was honestly the CUTEST thing ever. Iâm obsessed! I liked it soooo much, like, Jimin was such a little cutie, and the way you wrote him? Absolute perfection. đđ€
Honestly, as a writer, I feel like I learned so much just reading this, and as a reader, I enjoyed it so, so much. And that ending? Ugh, it was so perfect. Her becoming a mermaid for an hour and them dancing?? That was everything. Not gonna lie, when Jimin suggested that whole mating ritual thing, even I was like, "Uh, sir, there are kids present," but it ended up being sooo sweet. Nothing explicit, just a gorgeous, heart-meltingly beautiful dance. AAAAAHHHHH, it just warmed my heart so much!!
And donât even get me started on how you described Jiminâs beautyâlike, I was fully gushing, screaming, kicking my feet, everything. He was so stunning and magical, and I loved every second of it. Thank you for writing something so incredible!!! đ
To Catch a Merman (m) | pjm
You donât really enjoy your work on a trawler, but it pays the rent. When you hear some ruckus out of the deck, you go out to investigate, only to be met by an unreal sight: a blonde merman with a sparkly golden tail caught in the net, struggling to get free.
â Pairing: jimin x reader (female) â AUs: mermaid!au, fantasy!au, magical!au â Trope: strangers to lovers â Genres: fluff / smut / romance / tiny angst â Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) â Word count: 17.7k â Warnings (general) + triggers: multiple povs (I tried to keep them apart, but thereâs some sections where they mix), a shitty ex (not Jimin or one of the tannies), blackmail (because of said stupid ex), low female rage (itâs very minor, but let me just say that reader can defend herself if need be đ€). â Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex (please be safe), multiple orgasms, cockwarming, fingering, oral (male receiving), biting/marking, merfolk intercourse (itâs like a mating dance, lol), dirty talk. â Read on AO3? [link] â Authorâs note: Iâm baaaaack đ„ł I really love how this one turned out and I hope you love it as much as I do! And now thereâs only two more mermaid stories left đ„č This has truly been special, and iâm so glad I stuck with it and didnât abandon it like I feared at one moment⊠Anyway, any kind of feedback will be very much appreciatedâit fuels my inspiration, you know? Like just one single comment or reblog can make my heart soar, make me smile and feel like âyeah, someone on the internet likes my writing and stories as much as I doâ and it truly helps me to keep going, especially at times where I second guess myself (happens rather often Iâm afraid). Please let me know okay? And happy reading âšÂ
[s.masterlist] â this is part of a collection of series that are stand-alone one-shots, but all of them are set in the same universe. They are slightly connected though đ€
âDonât you think weâve gone too far out?â Jungkookâs voice wavers, uncertainty woven into each syllable. His dark eyes dart toward the fading silhouette of home, but Jimin doesnât pause, doesnât even glance back. His golden tail gleams like sunlight trapped in the sea, cutting through the azure depths with an effortless sway.
âNah, donât be such a guppy!â Jimin laughs, his voice buoyant with adventure, rippling through the water as he propels himself faster. Each stroke carries him farther into the unknown, where the current whispers secrets only the bold dare to uncover.
Jungkook lingers, his chest tight with unease. âI really donât think this is a good idea,â he calls, the words almost swallowed by the vastness. âWeâre so far from homeâŠâ
Jimin suddenly halts mid-stroke, his brown eyes narrowing. Above them, a shadow looms, dark and colossal, breaking the soft shimmer of sunlight on the waves. The water feels heavier now, the salty tang sharper.Â
âWhat is it?â Jungkook asks, dread curling in his gut.
âItâs a big boat,â Jimin murmurs, the words bubbling to the surface as if reluctant to leave his lips. His curiosity pulls him forward, closer to the shadow that stretches like a specter above them.
âYeah, and we should stay away,â Jungkook snaps, his hand darting out to grab Jiminâs arm. âCome on, letâs go.âÂ
But Jimin shrugs him off, slipping through his grip like quicksilver. His golden tail fans wide, propelling him onward, closer to the unknown.
âJust a little closer!â Jimin calls, his voice light, but his gaze locked on the shadow overhead.
âJimin!â Jungkook shouts, the name tumbling from his mouth like a plea. He spins in the water, struggling against the tideâand his rising anger. His voice cuts through the deep with raw emotion. âYouâre going to get us killed!â
But Jimin only laughs again, a sound like the tinkling of glass against the endless blue, as the shadow above deepens, and the world below seems to hold its breath.
âItâs okay!â Jimin calls, his voice barely rising above the whispering waves. He hovers just beneath the surface, closer to danger than Jungkook would ever allow if he had his way. But Jiminâs curiosity burns brighter than his caution. The lure of the unknown pulls at him like a tide. Slowly, almost reverently, he lifts his head above the water, the oceanâs surface breaking around him in ripples of light.
His breath catches. The boat looms above himâa hulking beast of wood and iron, its hull painted in hues of brown and white, weathered by years of salt and sun. Massive cranes stretch skyward like skeletal arms, and heavy nets drape across its deck, glinting faintly under the midday sun. It is not beautiful, but it is powerful, a thing of human hands and ambition, utterly foreign to the delicate harmony of the sea.
Jungkook materializes silently at Jiminâs side, his presence a sudden ripple in the water that startles the older merman. Jimin glances at him, guilt flickering briefly in his wide eyes before giving way to fascination again.Â
âJimin,â Jungkook hisses, his voice sharp, his gaze sharper still, like an anchor seeking to tether him. âTurn back.â
But Jimin doesnât move. His voice trembles, not with fear but with awe. âIâve never seen anything like it.â His eyes dart to the figures moving along the deck, their shadows shifting like specters against the glare of sunlight. âThere are people up there.â
âHide!â Jungkook snaps, grabbing Jiminâs arm and pulling him sharply downward. The sea envelops them both again, cool and heavy, muffling the world above. âThatâs a trawler,â Jungkook says, his voice low and urgent, every word a warning. âThey catch fish, Jimin. You shouldnât go near it.â
Jimin nods absently, his head bobbing like seaweed caught in the current, but his thoughts are far away, drifting beyond Jungkookâs grasp. The boat has hooked his curiosity like a lure, and no amount of scolding can break its hold.
Jungkook sighs, frustration etching lines into his usually calm expression. âYouâre impossible,â he mutters, wrapping his arms around Jiminâs tail and tugging him backward with a determined kick of his fins. Jimin lets out a half-hearted protest but doesnât fight him, his gaze lingering on the shadow of the boat until it fades into the distance.
As they swim back to Naraeum, Jungkook glances over his shoulder, his unease like a weight dragging him down. The ocean feels too still, too silent, as if even it is holding its breath. Beside him, Jimin smiles faintly, his mind adrift in a sea of wonder.Â
Days have passed, yet Jimin cannot shake the image of the trawler from his mind. The boat lingers in his thoughts like a sirenâs callâan enigma draped in nets and cranes. He remembers the humans, their shadows etched against the light, and wonders what it would feel like to stand among them, to know the world above the waves. His curiosity churns like the tide, restless and unyielding.
Which is why, against better judgment, his whimsical heart leads him back to where he last saw it. Alone, this time. Jungkookâs warnings echo faintly in his memory, but he brushes them aside like grains of sand. Jungkook doesnât understandâhow could he? To Jimin, the pull of discovery is stronger than fear.
The sun is high, its warmth seeping through the waterâs surface as he breaks through the shimmering line between ocean and air. The trawler looms in the distance, its silhouette stark against the azure sky. No voices, no footsteps. The deck looks empty, silent. Safe.Â
Jimin swims closer, his golden tail cutting through the waves with an eager flick. He dips beneath the surface again, the water cool against his skin as he circles to the far side of the vessel. His heart flutters with anticipation, the world narrowing to this single moment, this single mystery.
But as he moves to rise once more, something catches. A sudden, taut pressure coils around himâa net, rough and unyielding, tangling his tail and pinning his arms to his sides. Panic flares. He thrashes, but the more he struggles, the tighter the net pulls. The world tips and tilts as heâs dragged upward, the ocean slipping away below him, the sun blinding above.
When he finally breaks the surface, it is not in freedom but captivity. He is hoisted into the air, suspended with a writhing chaos of silver-scaled fish. Their bodies slap and squirm against him, cold and frantic. Jimin grunts, his pride stinging almost as much as his skin. Of course, he thinks bitterly. Of course Iâd get caught. Heâs the kind of merman who canât even balance on a rock without sliding off. Clumsy to his core. Jungkook had warned himâwarned him with exasperation and those sharp, knowing eyesâbut he hadnât listened.
Now, he lies in a heap on the deck, the net a coarse prison pressing against his skin. The trawlerâs wood feels foreign beneath him, its surface warm from the sun. For a moment, there is no movement, no sound but the rhythmic creak of the boat and the faint slap of water against its hull.
No humans. Not yet. He exhales shakily, a flicker of relief warming him. Lucky, for now. But luck is fleeting, and the net is unrelenting. He twists and pulls, his tail flicking in frustration, yet the woven threads refuse to yield.Â
As he struggles, the vastness of his predicament begins to sink in. The boat, the net, the world of humans looming just beyond the corner of his visionâall of it feels too big, too foreign. Yet, even in the face of danger, a part of him remains defiant, his curiosity undimmed. Iâll get out of this, he thinks. I have to.
But the trawler sways beneath him, a silent giant, and the horizon stretches wide and uncaring. The sun blazes overhead, and the sea he loves feels suddenly, painfully far away.
You hate this job. The endless hours, the stench of fish, the grinding noise of the trawlerâs machineryâit all gnaws at your soul. But the money is good, and good money keeps you coming back. Still, as you stretch awake in the middle of the day, the remnants of last nightâs shift clinging to you like a haze, you canât shake the feeling that youâd rather be anywhere else.Â
Weird noises from the deck break through your grogginess, jarring and unfamiliar. You yawn, dragging yourself from the cocoon of your cramped bed, the lazy heat of the cabin making every step feel like a chore. Rubbing your eyes, you shuffle to investigate, the bright daylight spilling through the doorway catching you off guard.
The moment you step outside, the world hits you. The sun blazes mercilessly above, its golden rays turning the sea into a blinding mosaic of light. The air hangs heavy, hot and thick, clinging to your skin like a second layer. And then you see him. Â
A manâno, an angelâcaught in the center of the deck, tangled in the coarse weave of a fishing net. Blonde hair gleams like spun sunlight, cascading over his shoulders. His chest is sculpted, every curve and ridge kissed by the sun, tapering to a tiny waist. Your gaze falters at sturdy thighs, only for your brain to screech to a halt at his dick. Completely naked. Utterly surreal.
His head jerks up, startled brown eyes locking with yours. A loud, high-pitched shriek escapes him, the sound jarring and almost inhuman. He thrashes in the net, his movements frantic as the silver-scaled fish trapped with him flop and slide against his skin. You freeze, your breath caught in your throat, every nerve firing in chaotic confusion.
What the hell is happening? You want to ask somethingâanything. Maybe âdo you need help?â or âwho are you?â or even the more pressing âhow the hell did you get here?â But your words die on your lips as he suddenly wriggles free of the net. For a moment, heâs all unsteady limbs, rising awkwardly to his feet. Then, like a fleeting mirage, he dashes for the edge of the boat, his movements fluid and oddly graceful despite his wobbling steps.
He pauses just long enough to clap his hands together in a makeshift diving pose. And then he leaps. Quick, but slow enough that you catch a glimpse of a tattoo of moon phases down his spine.Â
Time slows as he arcs through the air, a golden blur against the deep blue horizon. The water accepts him in a shimmering burst, and heâs gone. You gape, your voice finally finding freedom in a startled yell. Heart pounding, you rush to the edge of the boat, gripping the sun-warmed railing as you peer over. The ocean is calm, indifferent, save for a few bubbles breaking its surface. Â
You scan the water, searching, your eyes desperate to confirm what you just sawïżœïżœïżœor to convince yourself it was some kind of sun-soaked fever dream. But thereâs nothing. The waves ripple serenely, as if mocking your bewilderment.Â
No man. No trace. Just the endless expanse of sea, stretching into oblivion.
You stand there, stunned, the net still lying in a crumpled heap behind you, its captured fish glinting in the sunlight. The deck creaks beneath your feet, but the rest of the world seems to hold its breath. Whoâor whatâwas that? And where did he go? Â
The sea offers no answers. Only silence.
The whole day, he lingers in your mind like a shadow you canât shake. The golden-haired man, tangled in the net, his brown eyes wide with fear and confusion. Questions churn in your head, relentless as the tide. Is he okay? Did he make it? Why was he there in the first place? And the one you donât want to ask but canât silenceâDid he drown after he leapt into the sea? Â
He hadnât said a word, only that strange startled cry when your eyes met. The sound was raw, unguarded, like something wild caught between fight and flight. You replay it over and over, a haunting echo, as you try to piece him together from fragments: golden hair, sun-bronzed skin, a fleeting presence that disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. And those eyesâterrified, searching. You wonder what they saw in you.
A sudden hand at the small of your back drags you out of your thoughts, the warmth unwelcome and invasive. Riley. You shrug him off sharply, your frown a warning, but he doesnât take the hint.
âWhat happened out there?â he asks, curiosity lacing his tone. He must have heard the ruckus earlier, but youâre in no mood to indulge him. âNothing,â you snap, turning away. âAnd donât touch me again. Ever.â
His hand retreats, but his presence lingers like a bad smell. Rileyâyour ex, your mistake. You curse the naĂŻvetĂ© that led you to take this job, blind to the fact heâd be working here too. It felt like fate mocking you, trapping you on this swaying tin can with someone you canât stand. Every day, you question your sanity for staying. But the paycheck binds you like chains, and so you endure.
Rileyâs voice follows you, slick with false concern. âI can protect you, if youâre scared.â The words slither through the air, leaving a sickly taste in your mouth. You stiffen, his tone stirring something sharp and defensive in your chest.
You turn, arms crossing tightly over your body, your voice colder than the ocean below. âI donât need your protection, Riley. Iâm perfectly capable of protecting myself.â Each word is clipped, deliberate, your disdain evident.
He smirks, like your anger is a game he enjoys playing. It makes your stomach churn, and you glare at him before storming away, needing space, needing air. Â
Your thoughts drift again as you retreat to the edge of the boat, eyes scanning the endless sea. The sunlight dances on the waves, golden and playful, as if mocking your mood. But no matter how far you look, thereâs no sign of himâthe man who consumed your every thought today. Just water stretching endlessly, as inscrutable as it is vast.
A few days later, the quiet of dawn is shattered by a strange, rhythmic banging that echoes against the hull of the boat. The sound pulls you from sleep like a sirenâs call, and before you can think, youâre on your feet, racing out in nothing but your pajamas, the early chill biting at your skin. The sky is a delicate canvas of pale pink and gold, the sea beneath it still dark and restless. Â
The deck is empty, the vast stretch of wood as silent as the horizon. But the sound persistsâlow, insistent, coming from the side of the boat. Heart thudding, you approach the railing, peering over cautiously.Â
And there he is. Â
Your breath hitches. For a moment, all you can do is stare, your mouth falling open as if to match the endless gape of the sea below. Caught in the coarse weave of the net, a merman thrashes against his bindings. Half of his shimmering tailâgold and flecked with iridescent yellowsâremains submerged in the water, while his torso, lean and sunlit, glistens with droplets that catch the dawn light like scattered jewels. His blonde hair, unruly and windblown, clings to his face in wild streaks.Â
Familiar blonde hair. A face youâve seen before. Â
He struggles, his movements frantic and uncoordinated, the net tangling tighter with every thrash. âHelp!â he cries, his voice raw and desperate, carried over the waves to no one in particular. His gaze hasnât found you yet, but his fear is palpable, written in every line of his body. Â
âI can help you!â you call out, your voice breaking through the morning stillness like a splash of cold water.Â
He freezes, flinching at the sound. Slowly, as if time itself has slowed, he turns his head. His eyes meet yours, and in an instant, the fight drains from his limbs. Shock overtakes him, his expression teetering between recognition and disbelief.Â
For a long moment, neither of you move. The sea murmurs below, the net creaks with the sway of the boat, and still, his gaze holds yours, weighing something unseen, something fragile.Â
âCan you help me out of this net?â he asks at last, his voice low, wary, the tension in his shoulders betraying his uncertainty.
You nod, steadying yourself against the railing. âI can,â you reply, your words measured, reassuring. âBut Iâll need to raise you onto the deck first. The netâitâs too heavy to untangle in the water.â
His lips press into a thin line, his reluctance plain, but he nods, a flicker of trust crossing his features. The moment feels precarious, like balancing on the edge of a wave. Â
âAll right,â he murmurs. âJust... be quick.â
You grip the railing tighter, your heart pounding as you prepare to pull him aboard. The world feels charged, like the air before a storm, and the sea watches silently, its secrets just beneath the surface.
You hear him sigh, a soft, defeated sound that seems to blend with the whisper of the waves against the hull. Slowly, he relents, letting you take control. With a steady pull, you drag him and the heavy net out of the water, your muscles straining as the glistening form of the merman rises onto the deck. Â
There he lays, sprawled and still, water pooling beneath him as it drips from his sleek, otherworldly form. You step closer, and for the first time, you truly see him. He isnât just beautifulâheâs ethereal, like something conjured from the dreams of gods. His face is serene yet haunting, framed by unruly blonde locks that cling to his skin, while his shimmering tail catches the sun, reflecting colors that defy description. Â
Your breath hitches. Itâs him. The man who has haunted your thoughts for days, the one you feared might have been claimed by the sea. Relief floods through you, mingled with awe. He didnât drown. He didnât vanish. Heâs hereâand heâs a merman. Â
Shaking off your daze, you kneel beside him, your hands working to untangle the net from his glistening body. Each movement feels surreal, your fingers sliding over the slick scales as you free him inch by inch. When the last knot falls away, you canât help but linger, your gaze tracing the curve of his tail. Itâs a masterpiece of nature, wet and scaly, each iridescent hue shimmering like molten gold under the light. Without thinking, your hand reaches out, brushing against it. Â
The texture is mesmerizingâcool, smooth, and alien. But then, just as youâre about to marvel aloud, a flicker of light catches your eye. Tiny sparkles dart around him, a strange, magical shimmer that dances like fireflies in the dawn. You blink, and suddenly, his tail isnât there anymore. Â
Your heart stops. What youâre touching now isnât a tailâitâs skin. Wet, firm, human skin. Your hand rests high on his thigh, alarmingly close toâŠÂ Â
You jerk back as though scalded, a startled shriek escaping your lips. Heat rises to your cheeks as your mind spirals, but he doesnât seem fazed. Instead, he curls into himself, folding his arms and drawing his knees up, his entire form radiating vulnerability. His golden hair falls over his face like a curtain, shielding him from your gaze, as if the transformation has stolen some vital part of him. Â
Snapping yourself out of it, you scramble to your feet, casting about for something to cover him. A roll of tarp catches your eye, and you grab it, moving swiftly to drape it over his body. His wide, questioning eyes follow your hurried movements, but before you can say anything, footsteps echo from behind. Â
âHide,â you hiss under your breath, pulling the tarp snugly around him. He doesnât protest, just shifts deeper into the shadows, his presence shrinking to near invisibility.
Riley strides onto the deck, his boots thudding against the wood with deliberate weight. His face is unreadable, but his gaze sweeps the space like a predator searching for prey. âWhatâs going on out here?â he asks, his tone sharp and suspicious.
âNothing,â you blurt, your voice an octave too high. You shift your body subtly, blocking Rileyâs view of the tarp-covered figure behind you. The air between you crackles with tension as you force yourself to meet his eyes, willing him to believe your lie. Â
âHmm⊠okay,â Riley says, lingering just long enough to set your teeth on edge. âI heard you scream, so if you need me, just let me know.â His gaze sweeps the boat once more, like heâs searching for the ghost of your secrets. Â
You scowl, crossing your arms as a shield. âFuck off,â you snap, the words sharp as broken glass. Â
Finally, he shrugs and turns, his heavy footsteps receding into the distance. The tension eases its grip on your chest, and you let out a shaky breath, relief rushing in like a tide. Only when heâs gone do you feel like you can truly breathe again. Â
Turning back, you kneel by the tarp, fingers trembling slightly as you lift its edge. Beneath it, the manâif you can call him thatâsits curled in on himself, his golden hair a wild halo around his wary eyes. Those eyes fix on you, wide and mistrusting, their depths dark as uncharted waters. Â
âItâs okay,â you murmur softly, your voice gentle as the breeze over calm seas. âI wonât hurt you.â
âBut youâre human,â he replies, his voice low, tinged with fear and something unnameable. He shifts back instinctively, his posture guarded, keeping a cautious distance as if you might sprout claws at any moment.
You hesitate, not wanting to push him further into his shell. âAre you hungry?â you ask instead, steering the conversation into safer waters. You donât press him; instead, you keep still, aware of the fragile balance between his fear and your curiosity.
His stomach answers for him, the loud, unmistakable growl breaking the tension. A blush colors his cheeks, and to your surprise, he gigglesâa light, melodic sound thatâs startlingly human. Â
âDo you have tang?â he asks, his eyes brightening for the briefest moment, curiosity peeking through his fear. Â
Tang. The word catches you off guard, but you quickly realize what he means. A smile tugs at your lips. âYeah,â you say, nodding. âI think I have some tangy snacks in my room. Hold on.â Â
You pause, glancing at his dripping figure, and add, âAnd Iâll get you some clothes too.â
His gaze softens, just a little, as if heâs starting to believe you might not be a threat after all. Â
Rising quickly, you dart into your small cabin, rifling through drawers until you find a bag of snacks that might fit the bill. Then, with a surge of boldness, you sneak into one of your coworkerâs rooms. Borrowingâstealing, reallyâa pair of pants and a shirt, you mutter an apology under your breath. Itâll have to do. Â
When you return, heâs still seated where you left him, his form a quiet figure against the chaos of the sea around you. You hand him the clothes, and he takes them with a hesitant nod. Watching him dress is like watching a bird try to walkâawkward, unnatural, his movements jerky and unsure, as though his body resists this strange, human choreography. Â
But eventually, the oversized shirt hangs from his shoulders, the borrowed pants bunched awkwardly around his waist. He adjusts the fabric with a distracted frown before shifting his focus to the snacks youâve brought. The tangy treats vanish quickly, his hands moving with an efficiency born of hunger, though he pauses occasionally to eye the brightly colored packaging like itâs something from another world. Â
You hand him a bottle of water, and he gulps it down, his throat working rhythmically, the sound amplified in the stillness between you. Finally, you settle across from him, your knees tucked close as you take him inânot just his appearance, but his presence, the way he seems both fragile and powerful, like something caught between two worlds. Â
âWhatâs your name?â you ask softly, breaking the silence. Â
He pauses, lowering the bottle, then meets your gaze. âJimin,â he says simply, the name rolling off his tongue like a whispered secret. Â
You nod, offering him a small, warm smile, hoping it will ease the wariness in his expression. âHi, Jimin. Iâm Y/N.â
For a moment, neither of you speaks, the ocean filling the space between your words. But curiosity pushes forward, unbidden. âWhat are you doing here?â Â
Jimin chuckles, the sound soft but tinged with frustration as he pops another snack into his mouth. âI just wanted to see the boat again,â he admits, shaking his head. âAnd I got caught in that stupid net againâŠâ He rolls his eyes, the gesture so human it catches you off guard, deflating with a sigh that seems to sink into the deck beneath him. Â
But then his gaze sharpens, flicking around the empty deck as if he senses unseen eyes. âWhy are you hushing and hiding me like Iâm some sort of secret?â he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity but not without suspicion. Â
You blink, momentarily caught off guard. âDo you really want my coworkers to find you? To know that youâre a merman?â you counter, your tone cautious but earnest. Â
He considers this for a moment, his lips pressing into a thin line before he exhales. âI guess not,â he mutters, the words laced with a resigned wisdom. âHumans arenât trustworthy.â His tone is matter-of-fact, not cruel, but unyielding, as though heâs learned this lesson too many times before. Â
You flinch inwardly at the generalization, but you let it pass. âIâm trustworthy,â you say, your smile growing as you try to project a confidence youâre not sure you feel. Â
He tilts his head, his sharp eyes searching yours, and itâs clear he isnât convinced. The wall of mistrust between you is a thick one, forged not in a moment, but over years, perhaps even centuries, of caution bred into his kind. Â
But thatâs okay, you think. You didnât expect trust to come easily. Â
âI swear, I mean you no harm,â you add, leaning back slightly, your voice quieter now, as though softer words might slip past his defenses. Â
Maybe itâs all the fantasy novels youâve devoured recently, their tales of impossible creatures and fragile bonds, but a strange determination takes root in your chest: you have to protect him. At least from Riley and the rest of your coworkers. You can already picture the chaos that would erupt if they discovered mermaids were more than just stories. The scandal. The cruelty. Noâif nothing else, you owe him safe passage back to his home. Â
âHave you ever been out of the ocean before? Or⊠on land?â you ask, your voice soft, as if youâre afraid to disturb the fragile magic of the moment. Â
He shakes his head, though his posture eases, his body less coiled now. âIâve never been to land before,â he says, his voice carrying a wistful undercurrent. âBut plenty of my friends have.â Â
As he speaks, his gaze drifts far away, as if caught on a tide only he can see. Thereâs a dreamy quality to his expression, a flicker of longing that glows like sunlight beneath the waves. âI really want to see land,â he murmurs, his voice tinged with wonder. But then it dips, quiet and heavy, as he fidgets with his hands. âBut...â Â
Before you can think better of it, the words tumble out of your mouth like a pebble skipping across water. âI can show you, if you want to!â Â
He blinks, startled, and his head tilts slightly, those deep eyes locking onto yours. âYou would?â he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if afraid the offer might vanish if he speaks too loudly. Â
âYeah, sure,â you say with a shrug, trying to sound casual. But your smile is warm, gentle, and you hope it will soothe his lingering doubt. âYou seem nice. And curious. I can show you my world.â Â
Your heart flutters at the absurdity of it allâyou, befriending a merman. A mythical creature. The stuff of bedtime stories and legends. If your coworkers knew, theyâd call you crazy. But youâd rather be crazy than let this moment slip through your fingers. Your parents always taught you to be kind, and if kindness means helping a creature from the deep see a dream made real, then so be it. Â
His honeyed skin flushes faintly, the blush soft as a sunrise, and he murmurs, âOkay.â But then his smile falters, his hands folding together. âBut I have to go back home now. My friends⊠theyâll worry about me if Iâm gone too long.â Â
The spell breaks as he rises to his feet, and you follow him to the boatâs edge. The sea stretches below, glittering and endless, waiting to welcome him back. Â
He turns to you one last time, his golden hair haloed by the sunlight, and then, without a momentâs hesitation, he dives. The splash sends ripples across the surface, but before you can process his departure, the clothes he was wearing resurface, bobbing lazily in the water. Â
A second later, his head pops up, grinning. âOops,â he says, his voice bright with laughter, and he gathers the floating garments, tossing them up to you with surprising precision. Â
He waves, and with a flick of his magnificent tailâshimmering like molten gold in the sunlightâhe disappears into the depths. For a moment, you just stand there, staring at the water, the echo of his presence lingering like the last note of a song. Â
You sigh, shaking your head. Maybe you have been reading too many fantasy novels. But as you fold his clothes, still damp and salty, you know one thing for sure: youâll see him again. Â
Jimin has never truly met a human before. Heâs always kept his distance, heeding the Eldersâ grim warningsâdark tales of cruelty and greed. Stories of merfolk snared in nets, dragged from the waves to live as captives behind glass walls, their freedom traded for fleeting human fascination. The thought of such confinement has always chilled him. The ocean, vast and endless, is his sanctuaryâa realm where he can stretch his fins and feel the infinite embrace of freedom. Â
But then he met you. Â
Youâre not what he expected, not at all. Youâre not cruel or cold, not the predator the stories painted. Youâre warm, kind, and impossibly gentleâlike a rare current that carries him somewhere new. And though his heart whispers caution, he canât help but lean closer, drawn to your presence like sunlight breaking through the waterâs surface. Â
Thereâs something about you that stirs a curiosity heâs long tried to ignore. Heâs always been intrigued by the human world, yesâbut not enough to chase it. Not like Jungkook, who used to live on land as a child, or Yoongi, with his endless fascination for women, or Hoseok, with his relentless fascination for breaking rules. Â
Jimin has always been curious and daring, but only in measured strokesânever quite brave enough to venture beyond the safety of the waves. Until now. Â
Now, he finds himself wondering. About you. About the strange life you lead aboard that towering vessel. Are you like the others, here to strip the sea of its bounty? Or is there something more to your story, something deeper? He wonders what your world is likeâon land, where the tides are invisible and the air doesnât shimmer. Â
How different it must be from Naraeum, his underwater home, where coral spires rise like cathedrals and the water sings with life. Â
And yet, for all his questions, one thought rises above the rest, startling in its clarity: You donât seem bad at all. Â
In fact, he thinks, you might just be good. Â
Jimin knows wellâthanks to Seokjinâs and Namjoonâs talesâthat fish donât swim on land, and that humans experience intimacy in ways unlike his kind. It fascinates him, though he would never admit it outright. Not that heâs thinking about you like that. No, itâs just curiosity, an innocent hunger to understand the unknown. Â
Heâs heard Yoongiâs endless stories of wild escapades on land, tales laced with laughter and mischief. They always stir an uproarâespecially from Seokjin, whose words crash like waves against Yoongiâs tide, insisting that not all humans are like the ones his friend indulges in, fleeting and shallow. Jimin has always stayed quiet during those heated debates. He isnât like Yoongi, reckless and bold, and he isnât like Seokjin, careful and measured. Heâs just⊠himself. Â
Truthfully, Jimin doesnât know what he wants from life, other than the life he already has. For years, heâs floated along, content to be a merman in the vast embrace of the sea. No mate has caught his eye, no grand ambition has stirred his soul. His parents, thankfully, donât pushâthey let him be. But sometimes, late at night, he wonders if thatâs enough. Â
Lately, his thoughts have been restless, swimming further than his fins ever could. What else is out there? What experiences are waiting to be tasted, untried and undiscovered? Perhaps thatâs why heâs drawn to youânot just because you freed him, not just because youâre kind. Itâs something deeper, something he canât quite name. Â
And yes, youâre beautiful too. Not in the obvious, dazzling way of a sirenâs song, but in a quiet, understated way that feels honest and real. He thinks of your smile, the way it tilted the edges of the moment into something softer, and he wonders if heâll ever see it again. Â
As the sun dips low, sending shards of gold skimming the waterâs surface, Jimin darts through the waves, leaving the coral towers of Naraeum behind. The ocean stretches endlessly before him, but his destination is clearâyour boat. Itâs been days since he last saw you, days since you freed him from the trap of that cursed net. Â
And yet, he feels it stillâa strange pull in his chest, like a current drawing him toward the unknown. Toward you. He doesnât know why he feels it, doesnât know what heâs chasing. He only knows that he wants to see you again, to hear your voice ripple through the air like a melody heâs only just learned to love. Â
He lifts his head above the water, careful to keep his distance from the boat, his gaze sweeping its silhouette until it lands on you. Youâre leaning over the bow, framed by the soft gold of the setting sun. The light dances on your skin, lending it an ethereal shimmer, as though you belong more to the heavens than the earth. But your face tells another storyâitâs etched with sorrow, your gaze heavy as it clings to the horizon. Â
Something tugs at Jiminâs heart, an ache he canât quite place. You donât look like you belong on this boat, amidst the steel and salt and nets. It doesnât seem to fit you, this life. He wonders, briefly, if youâre trapped in your own kind of net, caught in something you didnât choose. Â
The sun dips lower, casting a burning amber trail across the water, and you remain there, lost in thought. Unable to bear the weight of your sadness, Jimin swims closer, circling around the front of the boat. He keeps his movements light, the water rippling gently around him as he glides into your view. Â
When your eyes finally find him, the change is instant. The sorrow lifts from your face like the breaking of a storm, and the softness of your smile is like the first light of dawn. It stirs something deep within himâa warmth that bubbles to the surface like the sea kissed by sunlight. Â
He smiles back, instinctively, his heart fluttering in a way he doesnât quite understand. Â
You make your way to the side of the boat, where the nets hang ominously. He notices and keeps his distance, wary of the tangling web that had once ensnared him. Â
âHi, Jimin,â you call, your voice carrying across the water, warm and soothing like a lullaby. You wave, a gesture so simple yet disarming, your smile soft and genuine. Â
âHi!â he replies, his voice tinged with joy, his hand breaking the surface of the water in a wave. He canât stop the grin that spreads across his faceâit feels so natural now that he knows you mean him no harm. Â
âDo you want to come onto land with me tomorrow?â you ask, your voice gentle, yet carrying a spark of excitement. Thereâs a glimmer in your eyes, a kind of light that makes Jiminâs heart skip in a way that feels both thrilling and terrifying.
He nods shyly, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. âYeah,â he replies, his voice soft but brimming with eagerness. A giddy kind of warmth rises in his chest, the thrill of the unknown pulling him forward even as fear tugs at his edges. The thought of stepping onto landâforeign and solid and utterly unyieldingâis daunting. But he figures, with you by his side, the leap might not feel so far.
âCool,â you say with a grin that makes him feel a little braver. You glance out toward the endless expanse of ocean, the breeze teasing at your hair. âWhat have you been up to?â you ask, leaning onto the edge again, mirroring the easy way he found you.
Jimin hesitates for just a moment before diving into his thoughts. âNot much,â he says, though the memories bubble up quickly, bright and alive. âJust hanging out with my friends. Taehyung and I found this lakeâitâs tucked away, surrounded by these beautiful willow trees, their branches dipping right into the water. It felt... magical.â He smiles as he speaks, the memory playing vividly in his mind like sunlight glinting through leaves. âAnd then I went with Namjoon to collect gems. Heâs so good at finding the rare onesâruby reds, deep blues... like pieces of the sky trapped underwater.â
He notices the way your face softens as you listen, the way your focus seems entirely on him, and it fills him with a kind of happiness he didnât know he was searching for. Maybe, just maybe, youâre as curious about his world as he is about yours.
âThat sounds amazing! Maybe you could show me that lake sometime... or even introduce me to your friends?â you ask, your voice carrying a playful lilt, but thereâs a softness beneath itâa quiet yearning that Jimin canât quite place.Â
âYou want to meet my friends?â he giggles, his laughter as light as the waves that lap against the boat. His tail shimmers beneath the surface, wiggling playfully, sending ripples out into the vast blue.
âYeah,â you reply, a mock pout gracing your lips, your eyes twinkling with mischief. âIf that sort of thing is allowed?âÂ
The sight of your expression tugs a laugh from him, warm and unguarded. Itâs the kind of laugh that bubbles up from the depths of his chest, spilling out like sunlight breaking through water. Youâre pouting, and itâs just about the cutest thing heâs ever seen.
âYeah, itâs okay and Iâll ask my friends,â he says, still smiling, though his words carry the weight of quiet rebellion. He doesnât tell you the whole truthâthat the Elders would frown at the idea, their endless warnings about humans ringing in his mind like a distant current. But rules have always felt like suggestions to him and his friends, currents to swim against rather than be swept away by. Besides, you donât seem like the humans in the storiesâhow could you be?Â
âThank you,â you say, your smile brightening like the morning sun cresting over the horizon, chasing away shadows. Itâs a smile that lingers, and it strikes something in himâa mix of excitement and trepidation, a feeling that maybe showing you his world might not be such a risk after all.
âDo you like working on that boat?â he asks, his voice slipping out before he has a chance to second-guess it. The question has lingered at the back of his mind ever since he first saw you on deck, that distant, wistful look in your eyes that seemed to carry a quiet sadness.
For a moment, your face falters, your gaze slipping away as if the weight of his question pulls something heavy from inside you. A soft sigh escapes your lips, deflated, like the last breath of air from a slowly sinking balloon. âNo, not really,â you confess, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He tilts his head, genuinely puzzled, unable to grasp the why. âThen why do it?â he asks, as if the concept of choosing something without passion is entirely foreign to him.
You lower your gaze, shoulders slumping in surrender. A groan slips from your throat, a mixture of frustration and resignation. âI guess I only do it for the money,â you murmur, the words heavy in the quiet space between you. âI know, it sounds super lame... But it pays really well. It pays my rent, keeps me afloat, you know?â You trail off, uncertainty flickering across your features. âI donât know if you have money and rent down thereâŠâ
âWe do, so I get it,â he says, his voice soft but steady, an unspoken understanding passing between you. His gaze is warm, like a patch of sunlight breaking through the clouds, reassuring you without judgment. âIt still sucks though,â he adds, a quiet sympathy in his tone. âSounds kinda soulless.â
You let out a long, weary exhale, the weight of the words settling deep inside. âIt is,â you agree, the truth hanging in the air like a shadow that refuses to leave.
âIâd love to do something else, but I donât really know what,â you admit, your voice heavy with frustration. âIâve always felt a connection to the sea, to everything in itâbut catching all these fish, itâs like my soul is slowly being chipped away.â You let out a deep sigh, your eyes distant, haunted by the sight of the oceanâs wounds. âAnd the plastic... itâs everywhere. It clogs the water, suffocates the life. Itâs maddening, you know? People are stupid,â you mutter, the anger in your chest bubbling over.
Jiminâs soft laugh cuts through the tension, and it takes you by surprise. His eyes, full of warmth, reflect the same frustration. âI agree,â he says, voice laced with quiet conviction. âThe plasticâitâs everywhere. Iâve had to help so many fish and turtles get out of plastic bottles and containers. Itâs heartbreaking.â His lips curl into a gentle scowl.Â
Then, a smile breaks across his face, soft but genuine, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. âBut hey, I can help you brainstorm alternatives to catching fish on that boat,â he offers, the glint of curiosity in his eyes.
You laugh, the tension easing in your chest, your heart fluttering at the simplicity of the moment. âYeah, we can do that tomorrow. Iâd love to hear your ideas,â you say, a sense of ease settling between you.Â
Jimin smiles, his heart racing slightly at the thought of tomorrow. As you talk, the conversation flows easilyâyour questions about his home, Naraeum, the life he leads there. He tells you that thereâs no âworkâ in the way you understand it, that their society values freedom above all else. Merfolk can take on roles if they choose, but many, like him, simply exist, untethered by obligation.
The sun begins to dip, casting its final, golden light over the water. You glance at the sky and realize itâs time to go. âI should head inside to get some dinner,â you say reluctantly, feeling the pull of the boatâs steady rhythm, but also the weight of your own hunger.Â
Jimin nods, though a twinge of regret flickers in his eyes. âAlright, Iâll see you tomorrow,â he says, his voice soft, filled with something unspoken.
He waves you a quiet goodbye, and with a flick of his tail, he dives into the water, his figure disappearing as he swims toward homeâhis heart a mix of eager excitement and a flutter of nerves, knowing tomorrow will bring him closer to a world heâs never truly known. Â
The next day, Jimin glides through the dawn-touched water, the ocean aglow with soft gold as the rising sun kisses its surface. He reaches your boat just as the world begins to wake, his heart thudding with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. You greet him with a gentle smile, helping him aboard with the net he so despises. It entangles him briefly, like a stubborn remnant of the sea reluctant to let him go, but itâs the easiest way to bring him aboard without a fuss.
âYou can hide in my room until we reach shore,â you whisper, your voice low and soothing, like the calm of the ocean before a storm. You hand him clothesâsimple, unfamiliar garmentsâand he places them carefully on the wooden planks. He waits in silence, his shimmering tail already beginning to fade as the magic of transformation takes hold. When his legs return, he moves with an endearing awkwardness, pulling on the human clothes with clumsy hands before following you below deck.Â
Your room is small, a haven carved out of the shipâs heart, yet it feels barren, like a place you exist in but do not truly inhabit. The walls are plain wood, the cream linens unremarkable, and the single duffel bag on the floor overflows with your life in disarray. Clothes spill out like secrets, but nothing in the space speaks of who you are. Jimin scans for something personalâa photograph, a trinket, a scrap of youâbut finds nothing. It feels like a shell, a husk waiting to be filled, and he wonders if it mirrors how you feel here, adrift and longing.
As he settles into the quiet, he canât help but wonder about the place you call home. Is it warm, filled with mismatched pieces of youâa kaleidoscope of colors and memoriesâor is it restrained, earthy and neutral, a sanctuary of simplicity? The thought lingers as he sits alone in your absence, his curiosity pulling him further into your world, one question at a time.
Jimin flinches slightly when you step through the door, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the quiet. Youâre holding a plate in your hands, the aroma wafting toward him like a gentle invitation. His wide eyes soften as you pass him the food, and he takes a tentative bite. The flavors bloom on his tongue, unfamiliar yet comforting, like the memory of a warm embrace he didnât know heâd missed.
âYou made this?â he asks, glancing up at you, his eyes bright with curiosity and quiet admiration.
Your cheeks flush, and you glance away, your voice barely above a whisper. âYeah, I did.â
âItâs really good!â he exclaims, his grin unguarded as he dives back into the meal. The crisp, vibrant vegetables catch his attentionâthey taste fresh and alive, reminding him of the seaâs bounty.
You smile, a mix of relief and pride lighting your expression. âIâm glad you like it. Weâre sailing back to land now, but itâll take a while before we arrive. I need to go prepare for docking. Will you be okay here by yourself?â
He nods, his confidence warm and reassuring. âOh, Iâll be fine,â he says easily, though his eyes flit around the room, seeking distraction. Then, something catches his attentionâa book perched on your nightstand, its pages slightly curled from wear. âCan I read that?â he asks, pointing.
You follow his gaze and nod, a little surprised but pleased. âSure,â you say, stepping out, leaving him with the quiet hum of the boat and his newfound curiosity.
The book feels delicate in his hands, its cover smooth and inviting. He opens it to find himself drawn into a tale of tangled fates: a woman, lost in the vast embrace of the woods, stumbles upon a brooding stranger whose silence hides his own scars. Jimin reads with rapt attention, imagining the dappled forest light and the quiet intimacy of strangers finding solace in each other. The words seem to pulse with life, vivid as seafoam and just as transient.
Heâs just beginning to sense an undercurrent of tensionâsomething deeper stirring between the charactersâwhen the door swings open, and your voice pulls him back to the present. âWeâve docked,â you announce, your excitement barely masked under a layer of calm.Â
Jimin sets the book down reluctantly, his mind lingering on the unfinished story. But then he looks at you, and it occurs to him that perhaps heâs stepped into a story of his own.
Jimin closes the book with a quiet snap, trailing after you as you reach for his hand. Your fingers intertwine with his, and he follows you onto the deck, his heart racingânot with fear, but with anticipation. The morning air greets him with familiar scents of salt and brine, mingled with the faintest trace of diesel and earth. Above, seagulls carve arcs against the blue sky, their cries a lilting symphony of the shore.Â
The harbor is alive with motion with workers hefting crates, passengers milling about, and the rhythmic creak of moored boats swaying in the gentle tide. Jiminâs wide eyes take it all in as you weave through the crowd, his senses overwhelmed by the vibrant chaos. The sunlight gleams on water-slicked wood, and the reflections from the sea ripple across the hulls of nearby shipsâsmall fishing boats and grand yachts alike. He stumbles once, distracted by the sheer newness of it all, but your hand steadies him, your warmth anchoring him amidst the tide of humanity.
âI want to show you my favorite place,â you muse, your voice lilting with quiet excitement. You glance over your shoulder at him, a teasing glint in your eyes that sparks his curiosity.Â
âWhatâs your favorite place?â he asks, tilting his head to study you. His voice is quiet, though he canât hide the wonder in it. Â
âYouâll see soon,â you reply, your smile playful and soft. The secret wraps itself around the moment, and Jimin canât help but feel giddy anticipation thrumming in his chest. Your hand fits so naturally in his, and the simple gesture sends a warmth through him, like the sun spilling over the waves.
As the crowd thins, you lead him down a quieter street lined with colorful storefronts and weathered cobblestones. The sounds of the harbor fade into the distance, replaced by the hum of life in this quaint corner of the world. Jimin moves to walk beside you now, his steps falling into rhythm with yours.Â
Then, you stop before a tall, gleaming structureâits glass facade catching the morning light and scattering rainbows across the pavement. Above the entrance, bold letters spell out Ocean Wonders. Jimin freezes, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as the irony strikes him.
âThis is your favorite place?â he asks, turning to you with amusement glimmering in his eyes.
âIt is,â you say, grinning as you squeeze his hand. âYouâll see why.â Thereâs a spark of pride in your voice, and Jimin doesnât miss the way your eyes light up as you lead him toward the entrance. The glass doors slide open with a soft whoosh, welcoming you into the heart of your secret place. As you step inside to purchase tickets, Jimin feels the excitement settle in his bones, like the pull of a current. If this place is a reflection of you, he knows it will be something truly extraordinary.
âDonât you find it ironic, taking a merman to an aquarium?â Jimin chuckles as you hand over the money for your tickets. His tone is light, teasing, but his gaze carries the flicker of genuine amusement. You nudge him with your shoulder, a playful smirk gracing your lips. Â
âMaybe, but youâre the best tour guide I could ask for,â you quip, stepping into the cavernous space. Â
The air inside feels cool and alive with an undercurrent of the seaâs presence, the walls painted in deep blues and verdant greens. Overhead, glass ceilings allow rays of sunlight to dapple through, casting shifting patterns of light on the floors below. Jiminâs gaze drifts upward to the massive windows that frame the ocean in the distance, the waves visible beyond the aquariumâs curated worlds.Â
Your footsteps echo softly as you approach a shallow touch pool filled with flat fish, their mottled skins blending with the sandy bottom. You lean over, rolling up your sleeve as you extend your fingers into the water, but the slippery creatures evade your touch with a practiced finesse. Jimin watches, amusement flickering in his eyes, and when he speaks, itâs not to mock, but to marvel.
âFlatfish have a trick,â he begins, his voice gentle but sure, âwhen theyâre scared, they bury themselves under the sand, leaving only their eyes exposed. But theyâre not just hiding; theyâre watching, waiting.â Â
His words captivate you as much as the fish do, and you glance up at him, intrigued. The informational placard nearby doesnât say a word about this, but of course, Jimin would know. These creatures are his neighbors, after all. His world brims with secrets science has yet to uncover, and you realize, once again, how little humans know about the depths beneath the waves.
âKeep going,â you urge, your voice laced with wonder. Jimin grins, launching into more facts about the sea life before you, his knowledge as endless as the ocean itself. Â
The two of you meander deeper into the exhibit, passing a chilly enclosure where penguins waddle and dive with unbridled joy. The cold air nips at your skin, and you instinctively press closer to Jimin, your arms brushing against his. He stiffens for a moment, surprised, but then relaxes, leaning into your warmth as if drawn by a tide he canât resist. Â
âWarmer now?â he murmurs, a hint of a laugh in his voice. Â
âMuch,â you reply, tilting your head to smile up at him before continuing toward the heart of the aquarium. Â
You find yourselves before the massive central tankâa sprawling, shimmering pool alive with schools of fish, sleek rays, and prowling sharks. From the upper level, you both peer down, watching as a keeper tosses food into the water. The sharks move with a lethargic grace, their power undeniable but softened by the dreamy quality of the water. Jimin stands close, silent, observing not the animals but the awe on your face as you take it all in.Â
When you venture below to the tunnel beneath the tank, the world transforms into an underwater cathedral. Light dances through the glass, rippling across your faces as the sharks glide overhead. Jiminâs fingers tighten around yours as you marvel at the creatures, your expression one of pure wonder. Â
âItâs funny,â he says softly, his voice breaking the spell of silence. âI see this every day, but through your eyes, it feelsâŠdifferent. More magical.â Â
You glance at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. A blush colors your cheeks, but you quickly deflect, pointing toward a particularly vibrant fish darting by. Â
Jimin laughs, his chest rumbling lightly as he shares personal anecdotes about the creatures you pass. Stories about turtles heâs untangled from nets, rays heâs raced through coral canyons, and even sharks whoâve stubbornly refused to move from his favorite sunning rock. His tales are sprinkled with humor and affection, each one painting the ocean as not just a habitat, but a home. Â
You listen, enraptured, giggling at his antics and marveling at his world. And as you walk together through the aquarium, you realize that this day isnât just a glimpse into your favorite placeâitâs a bridge between your worlds, built with each shared story, each laugh, and each lingering look. Â
You guide him to the large pool that stretches before a neat row of seatsâa shimmering expanse of water where visitors can slip beneath the surface and swim with the fish. This is your favorite place, a sanctuary of dreams just beyond your reach. âIâve always wanted to dive with the fish,â you muse softly, your voice carrying a wistful longing as you gesture toward the glass, where iridescent fish dart and glide in hypnotic rhythms. Â
Jimin watches you, a gentle smile gracing his face. He doesnât say anything, but he feels your yearning as if itâs a song only he can hear. Swimming has always been second nature to him, as essential as breathing, and for the first time, he considers what it might mean to long for something so ordinary to him, yet so extraordinary to you. Â
As you wander further, voices drift toward youâanimated chatter about seals and feeding time. Jiminâs ears perk up, curiosity lighting his features. âI think theyâre going to feed the seals,â he says, turning to you with a spark of childlike wonder in his eyes. âCan we go see?â Â
âOf course,â you reply, unable to resist his enthusiasm. You take his hand and weave through the crowd, stepping out of the building and into the golden warmth of summer. Â
The sun kisses your skin as you approach a stone-encased inlet, a small haven of water bordered by a bridge. Beyond the enclosure, the ocean stretches endlessly, a liquid mirror reflecting the azure sky. On a central platform, three seals lounge in anticipation, their sleek bodies gleaming under the sunlight. Jiminâs eyes widen as employees emerge with buckets of fish, tossing them to the eager creatures. Â
The seals move with a playful grace, leaping and spinning for their rewards, drawing delighted gasps and cheers from the gathered crowd. Children press against the rails, their laughter ringing out like wind chimes, while elderly onlookers smile with quiet contentment. Jimin takes it all inâthe shared joy, the simplicity of this moment, and the warmth of humanityâs connection to the creatures of his world. Â
When the feeding ends, the crowd disperses, leaving only you and him. Hand in hand, you wander to the edge of the bridge, the faint murmur of the sea your only companion. The breeze is soft, carrying the scent of salt and the promise of freedom, and it stirs your hair like a whisper. The horizon glows faintly, the sun beginning its slow descent, painting the world in hues of gold and peach. Â
You stand there, side by side, the ocean sprawling endlessly before you. Jimin feels the rhythmic pulse of the waves as if theyâre beating in time with his heart. He glances at you, your gaze fixed on the water, your expression peaceful yet contemplative. The salt clings to your skin, the light dances in your eyes, and Jimin thinks thereâs something magical about the way you fit into this momentâpart of his world, yet entirely your own. Â
âI can see why this is your favorite place,â he murmurs, his voice barely more than a ripple in the air between you. Â
You turn to him, your smile soft, your fingers tightening slightly around his. âItâs beautiful, isnât it?â Â
Jimin doesnât reply right away, his thoughts caught between the beauty of the view and the person standing beside him. Finally, he nods, a faint blush warming his cheeks as he looks back to the sea. Â
And as the waves lap gently against the stones, and the breeze carries the songs of the ocean to your ears, you stand there together, two worlds colliding in the quiet hush of twilight.
âYou know, Iâve always loved the smell of salt in the air. Thereâs something about itâabout the seaâthat pulls at me,â you confess softly, your voice carrying a note of wistfulness, as though the waves have always whispered secrets only you can hear. Â
Jimin nods, his expression warm with understanding. âI get it,â he replies, his voice as calm as the tide. But before you can say anything more, he begins to shrug off his clothes. Â
Your eyes widen in alarm, your voice faltering. âJimin, what are you doing?â Â
He doesnât answer, only grins mischievously before leaping into the pool with a joyful laugh, his golden tail flashing into existence as he hits the water. Â
âJimin!â you hiss, leaning over the railing, your hands clutching his abandoned clothes. âSomeone is going to see you!â Â
But Jimin only pops his head above the surface, his wet blonde hair plastered against his forehead, a cheeky glint in his eyes. The seals gather around him, chattering and circling like old friends. They nuzzle him playfully, their sleek bodies weaving through the water as though theyâve found one of their own. Â
He laughsâa sound so free and unguarded that it momentarily quiets your worry. He dives beneath the surface, the faint sunlight catching the shimmering scales of his tail as he glides effortlessly from one end of the pool to the other. The seals follow, mirroring his playful energy, leaping, spinning, and splashing around him. Itâs as if the world has turned into a living watercolor, the water glittering in shades of gold and sapphire under the afternoon sun. Â
You watch, caught between panic and awe. Jimin looks so at home in the water, so alive. The grin on his face is radiant, brighter than youâve ever seen it, and for a moment, you forget to breathe. Â
Finally, when his energy wanes, Jimin pulls himself up onto the platform in the center of the pool. His golden tail glimmers briefly before vanishing, leaving him human again. You rush forward, his clothes clutched tightly in your hands, the edges of your worry returning. Â
âHere,â you whisper urgently, holding the bundle out to him. He dresses quickly, the playful grin still lingering on his lips as you hover, scanning the area nervously. Â
âSomeone could have seen you,â you scold gently, your voice low but firm as you glance around to ensure the coast is clear. Â
âBut no one did,â he says, his voice brimming with unrepentant glee. âAnd Iâve never swum with seals before. It was amazing!â Â
His smile is infectiousâbig and bright and full of a joy that feels like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Despite yourself, you let out a breath of laughter, shaking your head. Â
âYouâre impossible,â you mutter, though the corners of your lips betray you with the faintest hint of a smile. Â
Jimin only chuckles, his gaze soft as he looks at you. âYou should try it sometime,â he says, his tone playful but sincere. âYouâd love it.â Â
The seals bob in the water behind him, their curious eyes following his every move, and you canât help but think that maybe, just maybe, heâs right. Â
You huff softly, the sound tinged with reluctant amusement, before grabbing his hand and tugging him back inside. Together, you explore every pool, tank, and glowing monitor, each filled with vibrant tales of the underwater world. Time slips through your fingers like grains of sand as you wander, sharing smiles, laughter, and awe over the secrets of the sea. Â
When the day finally gives way to night, the two of you make your way toward the beach, the cool evening air laced with the scent of salt and the soft murmur of waves. The moon, a luminous pearl in the sky, casts its silver light across the water, while the stars sparkle like scattered diamonds above. Â
You hold his hand a little tighter, reluctant to let go, your footsteps slow and lingering as you near the shore. The rhythm of the ocean mirrors the quiet thrum of your heart. Â
âToday was really fun,â you murmur, your smile soft and genuine, your eyes shimmering under the moonlight. Â
Jimin gazes at you, warmth spreading across his chest. âIt was. Thank you for sharing it with me,â he replies, his voice gentle, the sincerity in it as deep as the ocean he calls home. Â
âAnd thank you for all the extra details I never wouldâve known,â you chuckle, squeezing his hand lightly. âYou made it even better.â Â
He pauses, hope glimmering in his eyes as he asks, âCan we do it again sometime?â His voice is quiet, like a wish spoken to the wind, but his expression holds the weight of his yearning. Â
Your face brightens, a joyful laugh escaping your lips. âYeah. Iâd love that,â you answer, and the simple promise sends a warmth rippling through him. Â
For a moment, the world feels infiniteâjust the two of you beneath the starlit sky, the waves singing softly in the background. Jimin canât help but think how much lighter he feels in your company, like the pull of the tides no longer weighs him down. Â
Boldly, he lifts your hand to his lips, brushing a kiss against your skin, his touch reverent, his gaze lingering. You let out a small, melodic giggle, and the sound feels like sunlight breaking through the night. Â
With a smile thatâs both tender and bittersweet, Jimin takes a step back. âGoodnight,â he whispers, his voice like the whisper of waves upon the shore. Â
Then, as if the ocean itself is calling him home, he sheds his clothes and steps into the cool embrace of the water. His golden tail flashes in the moonlight before he dives beneath the surface, becoming one with the deep blue expanse. Â
You stand there for a moment longer, the sea breeze tousling your hair, your heart warm despite the nightâs chill. Above you, the stars seem to shine a little brighter, as though echoing the promise of another day, another adventure, together. Â
âCan I talk to you?â Rileyâs voice cuts through the ambient hum of the trawler, low and serious. The weight in his tone drags at your thoughts like an anchor, and a heavy sense of foreboding blooms in your chest. Itâs been days since you last had peace, days since the ocean felt like a friend and not a prison. Â
âYeah?â you manage, trying to keep your voice steady, though your stomach twists like a knotted rope. Â
âCome to my room in five minutes,â he says curtly, his words sharp and clipped. He turns on his heel before you can respond, leaving you alone with the pounding of your pulse and a growing sense of unease. Â
The minutes crawl, each one heavier than the last, and yet curiosity tugs at you as strongly as dread. You follow the path to his room, the confined corridors of the ship feeling tighter with each step. When you enter, you find him waitingâarms crossed, his frame rigid, his expression unreadable but intense. Â
âWhat is this about?â you ask, though your voice wavers, your throat tightening as the walls seem to press closer around you. Â
âI saw you,â Riley says, the words sharp and deliberate, laden with something that feels more like a trap than an explanation. Â
âSaw me?â you repeat, your confusion laced with a thread of panic. Â
âWith the merman,â he declares, his lips curling into a wicked smile that makes your blood run cold. The way he says itâlike heâs just unearthed treasure or a weaponâsends a shiver down your spine. Â
Your breath catches. Ice floods your veins as your eyes go wide. You know, with unshakable certainty, that this is badâvery, very bad. Â
âI saw himâyour little mermanâat the aquarium,â Riley sneers, his voice a venomous whisper that slithers through the room. He pulls out his phone with a flourish, the screen lighting up to show a video. Jimin, bare and vulnerable, diving gracefully into the seal pool, his golden tail shimmering like sunlight dancing on the waves. Heâs laughing, carefree, playing with the seals. Itâs beautifulâand damning. Your stomach drops like an anchor. Â
âIâve got a neat little video right here,â Riley continues smugly, shoving the screen closer to your face, his words dripping with malice. Â
Your heart sinks, the weight of dread pressing down on your chestâuntil itâs eclipsed by a sudden, white-hot fury. Â
âYou followed us?â you snap, your voice cutting through the air like a whip. âAre you stalking me?â Â
Riley doesnât flinch. He doesnât deny it. He just keeps playing the video, his grin as sharp as broken glass. âIâm going to send this to every news outlet,â he says, his tone oozing malice. âExpose your little fish boy for what he is.â Â
Rage boils inside you, threatening to erupt. God, you hate him. Hate that you ever let him close enough to your life, close enough to know you. Four years since youâd broken up, and yet he lingers like a storm cloud, his presence heavy, suffocating, and vile. Â
Without thinking, your hand darts out, snatching the phone from his grasp. Your fingers move with precision, deleting the video in seconds. You shove the phone back into his chest, glaring daggers. Â
âIâve got backups,â he sneers, his voice sickly sweet, like poison laced with honey. Â
Your vision tunnels. Fury burns brighter, hotter, until it takes over, your voice a low, dangerous growl. âIf you so much as breathe that video to anyoneâhell, even your motherâI swear to God, Iâll cut off your dick with a fishing wire.â Â
Your hand clenches into a fist, trembling at your side as you glare at him. His smugness falters for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. You donât give him a chance to respond. Â
You step closer, the gap between you closing in an instant. Your hand drops to his groin, your grip ruthless and unyielding. He yelps, his smirk shattering into something closer to panic. Your voice is a venomous whisper as you lean in, your eyes locked on his. Â
âIâm not afraid to use force. And you know Iâll do it.â Your grip tightens, his breath hitches, and you feel your anger seeping into every word. âStop being a pathetic, jealous little fuck who follows me around like a lovesick puppy. Weâre not together, Riley. We never will be. Dating you was the dumbest mistake of my life.â Â
You release him with a shove, and he stumbles back, the air between you thick with tension. Every nerve in your body is alight with fury, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of showing any more. Instead, you donât look back as you storm off, your footsteps heavy against the wooden floorboards, your breath shallow and sharp. The sea air greets you outside, but even its salty balm canât soothe the fiery knot in your chest. You hate him. You hate the fact that youâre trapped on this godforsaken trawler with him for two more endless days, the horizon a prison of water. The thought of jumping ship flickers through your mindâa tempting escapeâbut the anchor of practicality holds you steady, bitterly tethered to this floating hell. Â
When the morning sun rises, painting the waves in gold, Jimin surfaces beside the boat, his arrival like a breath of fresh air. His golden hair gleams in the light, and when he spots you, his eyes soften with concern. You crouch by the edge, confiding in him the storm Riley brewed the night before. You tell him how youâve been scouring job boards, eager to chart a new course in life, and how youâve managed to secure an interview when you return to land. Â
Jimin listens intently, his tail glimmering beneath the water as he leans closer, the faint scent of the sea clinging to him. âIâm happy for you,â he says, his voice gentle but resolute. âNot about Riley, but about the job. You deserve to find something better.â Â
You smile softly. âIâll handle Riley. I always do.â Â
Two nights later, under a canopy of stars and the watchful gaze of the moon, you meet Jimin by the beach. The waves kiss the shore in gentle whispers as you kick off your shoes and settle into the cool sand, the world feeling softer here, freer. Jimin lingers in the water, his tail flicking languidly beneath the surface, the golden scales catching the moonlight like shards of starlight scattered across the ocean. Â
âIâve got good news,â you say, unable to suppress the smile that spreads across your face, warm and radiant. Â
âOh?â His eyes brighten with curiosity, his tail swishing with anticipation. Â
âI got a new job,â you announce, pride coloring your voice. Â
His grin matches yours, wide and full of delight, as his tail flicks with an excited splash. âThatâs amazing! What is it?â Â
âAt the aquarium!â you beam, your excitement spilling out like the tide. Â
âThatâs perfect for you,â he says, his delight as luminous as the moonlight on the water. His tail wiggles with unrestrained joy, sending ripples across the oceanâs surface. Â
You nod, your heart full. âIt really is. No more trawlers, no more Riley.â The mention of his name makes your expression harden for a moment, but it passes quickly. âI reported him to the police and got a restraining order.â Â
Jiminâs gaze sharpens briefly, but he nods in approval, his protective instincts tempered by the knowledge that you can handle yourself. Â
âAnd now,â you add, your smile returning, âyou can come visit me there. We can hang out at the aquariumâor here at the beach. Wherever you like.â Â
He chuckles softly, the sound rich and warm like waves lapping against the shore. âI think Iâd like that,â he says, his eyes reflecting the stars as he looks at you. Â
For a moment, the world feels perfect, the night serene and endless. The future, once shrouded in uncertainty, glimmers with possibilities as vast as the ocean itself. Â
The past two months with Jimin have felt like a dream spun from sea foam and starlight. Every date has been a treasure, each moment with him brimming with charm and sweetness that leaves you glowing for hours afterward. He took you to meet his friends, and you remember that day because it was filled with so much laughter your stomach hurt. Or that time he took you snorkeling still lingers vividly in your mindâthe feel of his hand warm in yours as you glided through the cool water, the sunlight rippling across the ocean floor, revealing patches of vibrant plants and curious little fish. His laughter, soft and soothing, danced through the water, carrying with it a joy youâve never known before.
Tonight is another of those magical nights. Jimin insisted on coming to your place alone this time, so youâve been pacing slightly, anticipation coiling in your chest like the rising tide. When a knock finally echoes through your apartment, your heart leaps.
Opening the door, youâre greeted by the sight of Jimin in a simple gray t-shirt and black sweatpantsânothing flashy, yet somehow, he looks devastatingly perfect. His soft smile lights up the hallway, and your knees weaken beneath its warmth. Heâs holding something in his hands, and as he steps forward, he reveals itâa beautiful seashell, its surface polished smooth by the tides and dappled with shades of ivory and blush.
âThis is for you,â he says, his voice soft yet earnest, his cheeks dusted with a bashful pink as he extends the shell toward you.
âFor me?â you ask, cradling it gently in your palms as though it were the most delicate treasure. You run your fingers over its grooves, marveling at its beauty.
âI found it when I was with my friend Taehyung on one of his treasure hunts,â Jimin explains, glancing down shyly. âIt reminded me of you.â
Your heart swells, full to bursting with affection. Without a second thought, you step forward, wrapping your arms around him. His scentâclean, with a faint trace of salt and something uniquely Jiminâwraps around you as you press a soft kiss to his cheek.
âThank you so much, Jimin,â you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. âI love it.â You guide him inside, carefully placing the seashell in a special spot on your display cabinet. The cabinet gleams under the soft light, filled with your collection of oceanic treasures, and now thisâthis piece that feels more precious than all the others combined.
âCome in, sit down,â you say, turning back to him with a bright smile. âIâve made dinner.â
You gesture toward the sofa, where the table is already set, the aroma of the food filling the room with warmth and comfort. Jimin follows your lead, his eyes softening as he watches you, and you canât help but think that tonight is just another reminder that sometimes, lifeâs greatest treasures arenât found in the depths of the oceanâbut in the small, quiet moments shared with someone you love.
He settles onto the sofa, and the two of you begin to eat, the soft glow of the television bathing the room in flickering hues. A documentary on the ocean plays, its serene narration filling the air. But itâs Jiminâs quiet interjections that captivate you mostâhe leans closer, offering rich, vivid details about the creatures on screen, things the narrator doesnât know, weaving a story of his own. His voice is soft yet full of life, making you smile between bites.
When the documentary ends, you find yourselves drawing closer, as if by an invisible thread pulling you together. His warmth envelops you, steady and calming, and the rhythmic beat of his heart becomes a lullaby against your senses.
His gaze meets yours, deep and earnest, the kind that seems to hold unspoken worlds within. âIâm really grateful to have met you, you know?â he murmurs, his voice low and sincere, carrying the weight of emotion unhidden.
You hum in response, your fingers brushing over his hand, a small but comforting gesture.
âI used to think humans were⊠bad,â he admits, his words tinged with vulnerability. âBut youâve only shown me kindness. Youâre so nice, so sweet, and IâŠâ His other hand reaches up, tenderly combing through your hair, his fingers a soothing presence.
Youâre sitting in his lap now, his arms wrapping around you in a cocoon of comfort. His frame surrounds you, a perfect shield against the world. âAll this time weâve spent together,â he continues, his voice softening like the tide pulling back, âitâs only made me realize how much I like you.â
You feel the curve of his smile against your temple, a quiet and unspoken joy radiating from him.
âWell, I like you too, Jimin,â you say, your voice a gentle melody as you nuzzle deeper into his embrace. His hold on you tightens, protective yet tender, and he leans down to press a delicate kiss to your temple.
âI want to do something for you,â he murmurs, his voice brushing against your skin like a warm breeze. âRepay the favor, or⊠something.â
You shake your head softly, a smile spreading across your lips. âYouâve done plenty, Jimin. You donât have to do anything more than simply be here.â Your words are quiet but firm, carrying the truth of how much his presence alone means to you.
He hums in thought, the sound resonant and deep, as though heâs weighing something in his mind. âCan IâŠâ he starts, but hesitates, biting his bottom lip as uncertainty flickers in his expression.
Your gaze tilts up to meet his. âWhat is it?â you ask, chuckling lightly, your voice teasing and warm. âWhatâs on your mind?â
His eyes drop for a moment before returning to yours, nervous yet earnest. âI was wondering if I could touch you?â His voice is almost a whisper, laced with vulnerability, his cheeks faintly tinged with pink.
âYou are touching me,â you reply, playful but soft, a knowing smile curving your lips. Still, thereâs a glimmer in your eyes, a gentle understanding of the deeper meaning behind his words.
âThatâs not what I mean,â he murmurs, his voice low and slightly strained, as if heâs holding something back. He exhales, a hint of frustration slipping through as his lips hover near your ear. âI want to have⊠you,â he finally admits, his tone steady, yet laced with yearning.
You canât help but chuckle, the sound soft and inviting, as your body instinctively shifts against him. His hardening cock behind you responds immediately, pressing into your back. Turning your head slightly, you meet his gaze with a mischievous smile. âI want you too, Jimin,â you whisper, your voice dripping with warmth. âYou can touch me.â
Your words barely leave your lips before you press them to his, drawing him into a kiss thatâs tender yet electric. His lips part, and the moment deepensâa dance of warmth and hunger. Your moans, soft and unrestrained, spill into his mouth, and he swallows each sound as if it were a secret meant only for him.
His hand trails downward, slow and deliberate, the pads of his fingers grazing your bare thigh before finding the waistband of your shorts. With a deft motion, his hand slips beneath the fabric, venturing under the delicate lace of your panties. His touch sends a shiver cascading through you, and you exhale sharply, arching your back into him as anticipation coils tight in your belly.
When his fingers find the sensitive bud of your clit, already slick with arousal, your breath hitches. He moves carefully at first, testing, his touch featherlight. His lips graze your cheek as he whispers into your ear, âLike this?â His voice is low, smoky, and devastatingly intimate.
âYesââ The word escapes you on a shaky breath, your hips shifting to meet his hand as his fingers begin their deliberate, intoxicating rhythm. He circles your clit with just the right pressure, each motion igniting sparks of pleasure that radiate through you.
His lips find your ear, teasing it with gentle nibbles, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. âYouâre amazing,â he murmurs, his voice dipping into a groan as he feels you respond to his touch, your body soft and pliant against his.
As his other hand joins in the exploration, it trails lower, fingers slipping between your folds. Youâre soaked now, your arousal coating his fingers as they explore your entrance. One finger slides in, slow and deliberate, sending a gasp tumbling from your lips.
âAhhââ Your breath catches, and your words come out in a broken plea. âYou can add another finger.â
He obliges, his movements careful, his second finger pressing in to join the first. He curls them inside you with precision, brushing against that soft, perfect spot that has your back arching and your voice spilling over in desperate cries of his name.
The heat between you intensifies as you grind back into him, feeling the hard length of him against you, evidence of his own growing need. He moans your name into your ear, his voice a heady mix of reverence and desire, the sound sending a rush of heat through your veins.
âYou feel so good,â he breathes, his voice shaky, his control slipping as his fingers continue their exquisite work, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Your body trembles as the crest of your climax surges through you, a tidal wave of euphoria unleashed by his touch. When his fingers pinch your clit, itâs the final spark that ignites you, and your voice breaks in a desperate cry of his name. âAh, Jimin!â you groan, your body thrashing in his arms as pleasure consumes you. Your walls pulse around his fingers, and he doesnât stop, coaxing you through the high with ease, his voice a soothing hum of reassurance.
When the aftershocks make you hypersensitive, you shift off his lap, your chest heaving as you fight for air. The room feels electric, charged with the heat of your shared intimacy. Your hands tremble slightly as you strip away your shorts and panties, baring yourself fully to him. âI need you,â you murmur, voice breathless but determined. âI want to feel you inside me.â
Jiminâs eyes widen, his pupils blown with lust, dark as the midnight sea. His arousal is evident, straining against the fabric of his black sweatpants. When you tug them down, revealing his dickâheâs bare beneath them, as alwaysâyou bite your lip at the sight. Itâs a fact that never fails to make your pulse race.
âYouâre never wearing underwear,â you whisper, your voice tinged with amusement and heat.
His cheeks flush, but he doesnât get a chance to respond before your fingers wrap around him. He hisses through his teeth, his hips twitching forward as if drawn to your touch by magnetic force. âYour dick is so pretty,â you murmur, stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of him in your hand.
âT-thanks,â he chokes out, his voice a strained mix of pleasure and restraint. You smile softly, leaning forward to press your lips to his flushed tip, tasting the salt of him. His groan is low and guttural, a sound that vibrates through your core as you take him into your mouth.
You tease him with languid, deliberate movements, your lips sliding over his cock while your tongue flicks against the sensitive underside. His hands tangle in the fabric of the couch, his breath coming in sharp gasps as you explore him. But just as he begins to unravel, you pull away with a soft, wet pop, leaving him trembling beneath you.
âMaybe Iâll give you a proper taste another time,â you tease, your voice thick with desire. âRight now, I need you to fuck me.â
Jiminâs head falls back, and he releases a shaky laugh, his hands flexing at his sides as though grounding himself. âYeah, sounds good,â he stammers, his voice hoarse with want.
You climb onto his lap, your knees pressing into the soft cushion on either side of his powerful thighs. Your hand wraps around his dick, guiding him to your entrance, and you sink down slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, a sensation that has you throwing your head back with a moan. âGod, Jimin,â you breathe, your fingers clutching his shoulders as you take him fully inside you.
He groans, deep and guttural, his head tipping forward to rest against your collarbone. âSo tight,â he pants, his grip firm on your hips, as though anchoring himself in the moment.
You chuckle softly, rolling your hips experimentally, savoring the way he fills you. âItâs good, isnât it?â you murmur, brushing a hand through his hair.
âBetter than good,â he grunts, his voice rough as the sea during a storm. His hands guide you, encouraging your movements as you begin to ride him, your bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as the tides.
A playful smile curls your lips as you lean closer, your voice light with mischief. âBetter than merfolk sex?â
His laughter is strained but genuine, a sound that melts into a groan as your pace quickens. âItâs⊠different,â he manages, his words punctuated by the hitch in his breath.
You lean forward, brushing your lips against his as your movements slow, rolling your hips languidly to draw out every sensation. âGood different?â you whisper, your voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing.
His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer until thereâs no space left between you. âPerfect,â he murmurs against your lips, and in that moment, you know he means it. It sends shivers down your spine as you pick up the pace. You ride him with a ferocity that leaves no room for restraint, your body taking what it craves as his dick fills you perfectly, over and over again.
Jiminâs head falls back, his golden hair cascading around his face like a halo, shimmering even in the dim light. His beauty is almost otherworldly, but itâs the raw humanity of his reactionsâhis moans, his gasps, the way his lips part in ecstasyâthat makes your heart race even faster.
Your hands grip his shoulders for support, and you lean in to kiss him, pouring every ounce of your desire into the connection. Your lips crash together, tongues tangling, and the sound of your shared groans fills the air like a symphony. When his hips begin to rise and meet yours, thrusting into you with a powerful rhythm, you cry out.
âThere!â you scream, your voice trembling with bliss as he strikes that perfect spot deep inside you, sending your mind spiraling into chaos.
He laughs breathlessly against your lips, his tone tinged with mischief and triumph. His fingers grip your hips firmly, his touch possessive as though anchoring you to him. He kisses you again, slower this time, his lips devouring yours with unspoken promises.
âI want to have merfolk sex with you too,â you pant, the words spilling from you unbidden as your eyes lock onto his, searching for⊠something. Something intangible, something only he can give you.
Jiminâs breath hitches, his smile faint but wicked. âLater,â he murmurs, his voice strained yet teasing. âRight now, I just want to feel this.â
You groan, your chest pressing against his as his hips surge upward, faster and harder, the rhythm pushing you closer and closer to the edge. âFuck,â you gasp, feeling the heat coil tight and hot in your core. âIâm going to come again soon.â
His response is a low, broken moan, his lips brushing against your ear. âYeah?â
Instead of answering, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, your lips finding the tender skin there. You kiss him softly, your teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp, and when he mirrors your actions, nibbling at your neck, goosebumps ripple across your skin.
Your breath catches, your body shuddering as his thrusts grow rougher, deeper, each one stoking the fire inside you until it finally erupts. âJiminâŠ,â you cry out, his name a prayer on your lips as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You collapse against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you tremble through the aftershocks, your walls squeezing him tight.
âShit,â he rasps, his voice cracking as he feels the way you pulse around him. âI didnât think it could get tighter. Fuck.â
You canât help but laugh softly, the sound breathy and light, which only makes him groan louder, his hips faltering. His need is palpable, every thrust a desperate chase toward his own release.
âGod, it feels so good,â he pants, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you impossibly closer.
âIt does,â you whisper, your lips brushing against his neck. Your fingers thread through his hair as you murmur in his ear, âNow come inside me. Fill me up.â
Your hips move together in a rhythm that feels almost sacred, each motion drawing you closer, tethering you in a shared moment of bliss. Jimin throws his head back, his golden hair glistening with a faint sheen of sweat as he gasps your name, the sound reverberating like music in your ears. His body shudders beneath yours, his release spilling into you as his breaths come in ragged pants.
âHolyâ,â he starts, his voice cracking with the remnants of his climax, but you smile, running your fingers through his tousled locks, grounding him.
âIt was amazing,â you finish softly, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss is languid, unhurried, your lips brushing his with the tenderness of someone who knows this moment will linger in your memory forever.
You remain still, savoring the aftershocks coursing through both your bodies, the quiet intimacy of him still buried within you. His cock twitches faintly, and you giggle as you feel the first trickles of his release slipping out of you, warm and unhurried, down to his thighs.
âMaybe we should clean up,â you say, a playful lilt in your voice.
âYeah,â he chuckles, his laughter soft and warm, âitâs definitely sticky.â
âCome take a bath with me,â you suggest, sliding off him with care, your fingers intertwining with his as you pull him to his feet. Together, you make your way to the bathroom, your giggles echoing in the quiet space as you both use tissues to clean up.
The bathwater fills the tub in a cascade of steam and heat, and when itâs ready, you shed the last remnants of your clothing, stepping in with Jimin close behind. The water embraces you like a warm cocoon, and as you settle down, Jimin takes his place behind you, his sturdy thighs cradling you as they had on the couch. His hands move to your hair, working in gentle strokes as he massages your scalp, letting the warm water cascade over your skin.
âThis is nice,â you murmur, your head tilting back to rest against his chest.
âIt is,â he agrees, though thereâs a soft chuckle in his voice. âBut Iâll probably shift into my merman form soon.â
You smile, turning your head just enough to press a kiss to his bicep. âI love when youâre a merman.â
He beams at your words, and with a shimmer of light, golden sparkles dance around him like fireflies, transforming his legs into a resplendent golden tail. The fins spill over the edge of the tub, their iridescent sheen catching the bathroom light, making the moment feel dreamlike.
You shift slightly, giving him more space as the water ripples around his transformation. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close again, his tail flexing gently beneath the surface.
âDo you⊠maybe,â he begins, his voice tentative, but thereâs an almost boyish eagerness in his tone that makes you smile.
âJust say it, Jimin,â you tease softly, leaning further into his embrace.
He laughs, his breath warm against your temple as he gathers his courage to speak.
âDo you want to date me? Become my mate?â Jiminâs voice carries a quiet hope, his brown caramel eyes searching yours as if the entire ocean hinges on your answer.
âLike a girlfriend? Like a relationship?â you ask, tilting your head, your gaze diving into the endless warmth of his eyes.
He bites his lip, hesitating for a moment before his words tumble out. âYeah. Itâs a relationship, but being mates is more than that. Itâs a promiseâa bond for life. At least, thatâs what it means for merfolk.â He pauses, his voice softening. âBut we can take it slow if you want to.â
A chuckle escapes your lips as you nuzzle your head into his chest, the steady thrum of his heart grounding you. âI want to be your mate,â you whisper, the truth of it blooming in your chest like a sunrise over the waves.
Relief floods his face as he kisses your forehead, his golden tail flicking above the water with a ripple that catches the light. Itâs such a simple motion, yet it sends your heart fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.
You sit there for a while, submerged in the warmth of the water and the closeness of him. His lips find yours, soft and sweet, and your hands wanderâtracing the smooth scales of his tail and the hard planes of his chest. Time seems to dissolve, lost in the salty scent of him, the ocean a mere echo in the distance.
Then, like a sudden wave crashing on the shore, a thought surfaces in your mind. âDo you maybe want to help me with a work thing?â you ask, your voice tinged with a hopeful excitement.
He chuckles, his lips quirking in that way that makes your stomach flip. âWhat is it?â
âWellâŠâ you begin, unable to keep the grin off your face. âIâm hosting this merfolk event at the aquarium for kids. Iâve got this mermaid costume and everything, but I thought⊠maybe you could show up as a merman in the big pool? We could dive and swim togetherâgive the kids a show theyâll never forget. Obviously, Iâll tell them youâre wearing a costume too,â you add quickly, your cheeks warming at the thought of how much you want thisânot just for the kids, but for yourself.
Jimin blinks at you for a moment before his face lights up with a smile as dazzling as the sunlight on the waves. âSure,â he says, his voice warm. âIâd love to.â
He leans in, capturing your lips in another kiss, deeper this time, and itâs then that you realize you donât think youâll ever get enough of him. Not his salty scent, not his plush, addictive lips, and certainly not the way he makes your heart feel like itâs swimming in its own current of joy.
The day of the merfolk event has finally arrived, and the aquarium is alive with an energy youâve never felt before. Laughter and whispers of anticipation fill the air as kids clutch their parentsâ hands, eyes wide with wonder. The normally tranquil space is transformed into a shimmering underwater dreamscape. Seashells and trailing strands of faux kelp adorn every corner, while cardboard cutouts of merfolk in a spectrum of skin tones stand as guardians of the magic. Soft, ethereal music hums overhead, making the air feel thicker, as if youâve already slipped beneath the waves.
Backstage, near the pool you adore, you wrestle with the fabric tail of your mermaid costume, trying to coax it into place. Itâs always been your favorite spot in the aquariumâthe big pool where the water gleams like liquid sapphire, reflecting the ceilingâs soft lights.
Youâre muttering to yourself when Jimin appears, his presence as effortless as a tide rolling in. His golden hair is swept back, and his smileâwide and warmâmakes your heart skip.
âOh, hi, babe,â you say, flashing him a quick grin as you tug futilely at the tail.
âHi, babe,â he mimics with a laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in your predicament.
âYou donât have to put that on,â he says, stepping closer with a glint of mischief. âI have something better for you.â
From behind his back, he reveals a bundle of something strange yet mesmerizingâa ribbon of kelp, but unlike any youâve seen. Its tendrils shimmer with an otherworldly glow, the orange hue reminiscent of a sunset bleeding into the horizon.
âWhat is it?â you ask, reaching out to touch it.
âThis,â he says, his fingers brushing yours as he places it in your hands, âis Merwhisper Kelp. It lets humans become merfolk for one hour.â His voice is soft, filled with excitement and affection. âI thought you might like to swim with me today as a real mermaid. Make it⊠special.â
The idea leaves you breathless, your thoughts spinning as you meet his gaze. âSpecial how?â you tease, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
A slow grin spreads across his face. âWe could show them a merfolk mating ritual.â
Your cheeks flush crimson as your jaw drops. âLike⊠having sex in front of the kids?!â
He bursts out laughing, the sound rich and musical, shaking his head. âNo, no, no. Itâs not like human sex, I promise,â he explains, his voice steady despite his amusement. âThereâs nothing explicit about itâitâs more like a dance. A connection. Trust me, itâll be beautiful.â
The sincerity in his eyes melts away your embarrassment, replacing it with intrigue. âYouâll guide me?â you ask softly, your fingers tightening around the kelp.
âAlways,â he says, his smile gentle as the tide.
Your heart stirs, and with a nod, you release the fabric tail youâd been fighting with. âOkay. That sounds⊠amazing.â
He leans in then, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that feels like a promise, warm and lingering.
âIâll head out first and start the show,â you say, your voice lighter now, a mix of nerves and excitement. Grabbing a robe to cover yourself, you glance back at him, your smile mirrored in his golden gaze. âWait for me, yeah?â
âAlways,â he says again, his voice steady and sure, as you step out toward the glowing auditorium.
You stand before the vast, crystalline pool, its surface shimmering under the soft glow of the aquarium lights, and the crowd of children before you vibrates with barely-contained energy. Their laughter bubbles up like champagne, effervescent and infectious, as their wide eyes focus on you with wonder.
âHi, everyone!â you begin, your voice bright and warm, your hands clasped over your heart. âAre you excited to be here today?â
A chorus of giggles and shouts fills the room, their enthusiasm washing over you like a wave.
âThatâs wonderful! Today, I have something very special to share with you,â you continue, leaning in as if confiding a grand secret. âToday, Iâm asking you to believe in magic and fantasyâto let your imaginations take you somewhere extraordinary.â Your eyes sparkle as you gesture toward the pool.
âMy boyfriend and I are going to show you how merfolk swim and dance underwater,â you announce with a grin, watching their faces light up in awe. âWeâre going to wear costumes, of course,â you add with a playful wink, âbut I want you to imagine itâs all real. Because, really, anything is possible if you can dream it. Right?â
The children nod eagerly, their cheers like tiny waves crashing onshore.
âOh, and let me introduce someone special,â you say, gesturing toward your coworker. âThis is Simon, and heâs going to narrate everything while Iâm underwater!â Simon gives a mock bow, earning a ripple of applause and laughter.
With a final smile and wave, you step backstage, your heart racing, where you find Jimin waiting for you. His soft smile is a beacon of reassurance, grounding you as excitement tingles through your veins.
âYouâre really about to make my dreams come true, you know that, right?â you say, your words spilling out in a giddy laugh as you reach for the Merwhisper Kelp in his hands.
âThat was the whole point,â he murmurs, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he leans in to kiss you, soft and lingering.
As the kelp touches your tongue, an electric sensation ripples through your body. Your legs feel strangeâlike theyâre dissolving and reforming all at once. Sparkles erupt in a dazzling cascade around you, and a gasp escapes your lips as you collapse gently to the ground.
You gape in amazement at the transformation. A shimmering silver tail, adorned with translucent scales that catch the light like diamonds, extends where your legs used to be. Your torso is now clad in a delicate seashell bra that feels as though it was crafted from the ocean itself.
âWow,â you whisper, your voice filled with wonder as you trail your fingers over the scales. The tail feels strange yet beautifulâforeign and familiar all at once.
Jimin kneels beside you, his golden eyes alight with admiration. âYou look stunning as a mermaid too,â he says softly, his hand brushing over yours. âNow, go on. Jump into the waterâIâll be right behind you.â
You nod, still breathless with awe, and begin sliding toward the edge of the pool. The smooth tiles give way to the cool embrace of the water as your tail dips in, sending a shiver of delight up your spine. Tentatively, you let yourself slide further, the pool enveloping you.
The moment your body is fully immersed, itâs as if the world has shifted. You float effortlessly, your tail moving with a fluid grace you never imagined. Tiny bubbles rise to the surface, carrying your laughter with them. The water cradles you, weightless and serene, and you canât help but giggle at the pure magic of it all.
Words fail youâthis feeling is beyond description, an ethereal blend of joy and wonder. You glance up, and through the rippling surface, Jimin smiles down at you. In this moment, the world feels limitless, and magic is not just something you believe inâitâs something you live.
You feel the warmth of a hand at the small of your back, where the delicate curve of your skin meets the smoothness of your shimmering scales. Jimin glides up beside you, his smile a radiant beacon in the water. Without hesitation, you swim into him, pressing your lips to his in a quick, electrifying kiss before gliding forward, emerging into view for the children to see.
Your heart swellsâso full of love, it almost feels as though it could burst from your chest. You reach for his hand, and the connection between you is a thread of pure joy, binding your hearts together with unspoken promises. Together, you swim effortlessly beside the swaying kelp, darting through rocky formations, surrounded by the shimmering world of the deep, until you come to the massive glass wall that separates you from the fascinated eyes of the children.
As you break through the surface, the childrenâs gasps of awe and delight fill the air, their faces alight with wonder. You wave, your heart fluttering as Simon spins tales of merfolkâstories gifted to him by Jimin himself.
Turning toward Jimin, your gaze finds him, and the world around you seems to melt away. His eyes, soft and deep, hold your universe within them, a world built on love and unspoken understanding. He reaches for both your hands, lifting them in front of your faces as he gently presses his body against yours. His chest against yours feels like coming home.
With a slow, tender movement, he begins to spin you in the water, guiding you in a dance as old as time. You laugh, the sound bubbling through the water, as your tails entwine in fluid harmony. His kiss comes thenâdeep, slow, full of longingâas if heâs been waiting for this moment all his life. In the embrace of his lips, you feel like everything has led to this. Like you were born to dance like this, to love like this. Itâs as if two worldsâyours and hisâare colliding, fusing together in one seamless, breathtaking whole.
This is what merfolk love must beâthis swirling connection, this surrender to the current of passion and tenderness. The kiss deepens, the world slipping away into a blissful haze, and for a moment, you canât hear the laughter of the children. All that matters is thisâa love so pure, so magical, it transcends everything. The only thing that exists in this moment is Jimin, the love you share, and the extraordinary gift heâs given you.
The world is perfect here, in the waters where love flows as effortlessly as the ocean itself. And you are exactly where you belong, with him.
â Permanent taglist: @nora12379 @jeonsbabygirlsworld @fancypeacepersona @ktownshizzle
â Series taglist: @allie-in-the-moon @bangtannie7 @suker4angst @women-kisseer @13-manggaetteok
â Authorâs endnote: waaaah đ€§ Personally, I think this one turned out so much better than Taeâs (not that I donât think that was good!) but I guess itâs just a lot easier for me to write Jimin? Anyway. What do you guys think of this one? Are you still excited for the last two? âšđ
© @/kingofbodyrolls 2024 // Please donât copy or repost! You are more than welcome to reblog it, leave a comment or ask me anything about the story đ„°
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I honestly want to see what non slug Ted looks like in your art style! :D
Now that you mention it I wondered the same thing so here we are! :D He has no idea the horrors heâs about to witness.
While I was drawing this lovely guy I had a thought⊠What if, years later, AM turned him back into a human?
what then?
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[part 2]
#thank you so much for this idea#truly a rollercoaster#this was so fun to draw omg#this poor man and the horrors Iâm drawing him going through#thank you for an excuse to draw this eheheh#ihnmaims#i have no mouth and i must scream#my art#am ihnmaims#slug ted#tedam#evil computer#am is a beast holy shit#we love the toxic gays#ANOTHER FRAME#OMFG IM LOOSING MY MIND#unslugged ted
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Goober
You befriended Magonyan!
The medal you got was sent to the Medallium!
#SCREAMING OMG MYSTIC!!#HES SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE HIM!!!#my little goober...#fanart#spectral dreams fanart#ask#yokai watch#yo kai watch#yokai watch au#kirby#kirby au#magolor#Magonyan#spectral dreams
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WAIT WAIT OMG THEY ARE SO PERFECT???? SCREAMING!!!
Iâm gonna cry actually I love this so much đ The pose is so cute and they are just so adorable and you captured her so well!!! Thank you so so much for drawing them and thank you @baddest-batchers for requesting our girl đđđđđ Iâm gonna get this tattooed on my eyelids now
Tech x Sarad <3
requested by the lovely @baddest-batchers with @jetii âs darling OC
#tech x sarad#Iâm so honored and blown away you have no idea#what an amazing thing to wake up to#also a little commotion for the way you drew the datapad
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Jester Jackalope Dabo!
jesterlope? jesterdabo? jackadabo? jesterjackadabo? idk it's a work in progress
more closeups
idk man I tried haha
Jackalope jester is a cool concept though
Pink omggggggggg!!!!!!!! This is so amazing!!!!! Genuinely, it looks so whimsical and pretty, it would be right at home on a woven tapestry or something. Your style is so pretty, and I love the details so much!!! That white streak in the fur/hair is such a fun detail, and I loooove the outfit!!! The colors are so pleasing to look at, and I want to wear this outfit irl đ
i am so impressed by everything about this beautiful art and am so so lucky to have had you grace my inbox with this laksjakal
thank you so much!!! Iâll be staring at this for the next several hours.
#art#Rolling around on the ground screaming rn#Dude?!?!#Hello?!?!?#omg#Thank you so so much#i am genuinely just blown away by the art iâve received#Blessed by moots every day i s2g#Pcw#asks#dabo sona confirmed?!?
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CAN YOU GUESS WHO??
they go ":O"
screamed
cried
frothed at the mouth
omg I love this so much fuduhdndjsjjsjsjx
words cannot express how much I love this omg jejdhrhnesnnsjs
#omg omg omg#Iâm going to scream I love this so much#You made them look so cute#fanart#thank you#First time receiving fanart
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Literally me whenever someone sends an ask:
/pos, y'all make me so happy.
#REGARDS: MOD đ đ#not asks#mod gets mushy and emotional#I'm not kidding. like. i LOVE getting asks this blog is very carhartic for me#like... all of y'all are awesome.#also how the fuck do i already have almost 20 followers here?!?!?! omg???#like??? thank you?!?!#HABIT kin#Evan Myers kin#emh kin#i am screaming and jumping up and down happily like a fucking idiot#i go fucking FERAL when i receive asks. it makes me so happy#y'all have no idea how much i appreciate you despite only having this blog for like- less than a fucking week#THREE DAYS.#I've had this blog for THREE DAYS. and this is the best I've felt in fucking years.#it feels weird how happy this makes me#like... actually actively engaging in my kintypes and ENJOYING IT and allowing OTHERS to as well???#JESUS FUCK THIS IS AWESOME.#I feel much better than earlier. it probably won't last but THANK YOU. literally everyone THANK YOU.#it took way too fucking long to be comfortable admitting that i am fictkin.#but now that i have you're not getting rid of me. and i hope y'all continue to enjoy this as much as i do. <3
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#YES YES YESSSSS ONE OF MY FAVORITES YET#ALL THE MIRROR SYMBOLISM GOES BRRRRR#fate laying in your hands AS THE DISC AND SOLO THROWING THE WATCH AHHHHHHHH#âtell me what you seeâ WITH SOLOS LITTLE KNOWING EYEBROW RAISE AAAHAGSJAJDHSKLS#the absolute DEVESTATION on Solos face over the âtell me is is trueâ line SOBBING#also i fucking ADORE the way you cut between the cafe scene and different events in the film that in INGENIUS#LOOKIN SO SLY YOURE DAMN RIGHT HE IS MR SUAVE SUNGLASSES SLOWMO WALK#THE CRACK IN YOUR EYE BEING THE CRACK IN SOLOS MASK HELP I AM UNWELL#ILLYA GETTING THROWN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN FOR YOU MAKE ME STUMBLE AKSHAKKSHSKLA#TIME AFTER TIME LIKE A WATCH KEEPS TIME AND HE THROWS THE WATCH AHHHHHHHHHHH#LOVE LOVE LOOOVVVEEEEE THIS ONE (via @justabigoldnerd)
Mirror Mirror (Look Into My Eyes)
not affiliated with the fanfic of the same name lol
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#YES BECAUSE HE HAS ILLYA'S FATE LYING IN HIS HANDS AND SURELY HE KNOWS IT#surely i sat at my desk forever trying to figure out the first few lines LMAO#yes bc he's like tell me what you see and then like is it true and napoleon's like hm well i'd rather not say#THANK YOU SO MUCH omg THANK YOU SCREAMING#PLS WHEN U LIKE THE EDITING PART OF THE EDIT IM LIKE SCREAMING#YES SOLO IS SO SLY AND SLEAZY IN THIS MOVIE HELLO#pls there wasn't enough room for me to put in all the moments that he is so i had to do it in the instrumentals too LMAO#YEAH BECAUSE IT'S THE CRACK IN THE MIRROR AND SOLO IS A MIRROR SO OBVIOUSLY IT WOULD BE THE CRACK IN HIS MASK#CUZ THAT'S HIS MIRROR#SURELYYYY#YEAH#he do be stumbling there frfr#down a mountain he goes#might be cooked#YEAH TIME AFTER TIME BC WATCH AND TIME SURELY COOKING#BUT LIKE ALSO LINE BY LINE AND IT'S EVERYTHING THAT NAPOLEON'S SAID#THAT'S MADE HIM FEEL FEELINGS#LIKE the first time when he said words and then he broke the table#and like also it made him blind w rage???? surely that's probably what i meant#AND LIKE ALSO AND THEN WHEN HE'S LIKE THAT BOWTIE DOESN'T GO W THE SUIT AND THEN ILLYA CHANGES#ANOTHER LINE THAT LIKE#CHANGED HIM N SHIT#AND THEN WHEN HE'S LIKE SAME AS MINE WAS KILL ME TO GET THAT#AND IT'S LIKE ILLYA'S LIKE OML BLINDED BY LOVE OR WHATEVER#tmfu movie#napollya#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#my edits#edit commentary
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NOOOO YOU DIDNâT HAVE TO DO THAT!!!
BUT ALSO I LOVE YOU ANON OMG THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
#when I say I SCREAMED#seriously anon you are my favorite person to ever exist but also iâm so sorry you didnât have to omg omg#ily ily ily ily ily#seriously you didnât have tođ but thank you so very much my mental peace thanks you#so apparently now#I have one more year before I have to deal with this#tumblr might not even exist by that time tbh#aaaaahhhh#ad free Tumblr#ask#the hellsite answers#anonymous#hellsite hall of fame curatorâs bullshit
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like yeah of course I really love when people send me requests for things that I myself know and enjoy a lot, but I also love when I get requests that are like âhello can I please get a request for snorkle booblemaster from the 1995 movie: Booblemaster Returns???â and Iâm like oh hell yeah dude. Iâm gonna give you the best fucking booblemaster stimboard youâve ever seen in your life.
#chatting tag#re: my previous post#and then when they reblog the stimboard and theyâre screaming in all caps in the tags like#âOMG THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU CAPTURED SNORKLE BOOBLEMASTERS AESTHETIC SO WELL!!!!!â#followed immediately by like a symbolic character tag like âthe red king: snorkle booblemasterâ#you know what Iâm talking about
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Last theories before Tears of the Kingdom is out
Okay, I've always seen the theory that Link will travel to the past in this game, but I'm thinking, what if it's Zelda who travels to the past?
Let me explain.
We see Zelda fall into the void, but she starts to glow. She will survive this moment. I don't know if it's part of her powers, but I get the feeling she's going to teleport.
We see her with a mysterious character. She does not appear to be in danger. But we also see her here on the surface.
The sky is empty, the floating islands are gone.
She doesn't seem to be hidden, so why would it be hard for Link to find her?
Putting the two together makes me think that they are not in the same year.
"Link. You must find me"
We also have two new characters.
I think we've all made the connection that they're the ones from the other trailer.
Is the first figure the princess who sealed Ganon 10,000 years ago? She was painted with darker skin.
I can't get a good screenshot because the game logo covers them up, but in the first trailer you can see both figures with their arms intertwined? Or at least working together on something.
We see Zelda talking to someone who could be the second character. And she's dressed in the clothes of this other princess.
"I know why I'm here. It's something only I can do"
Could she be in the past and has to replace the other princess to seal Ganon 10,000 years ago?
Or no need to go that far back, travel to a time before Ganondorf escapes (re-hidrates) and start gathering power or something to defeat him for good in the future. It wouldn't be the first time she's been trapped in the past (Skyward Sword).
So, who are they, the second new character? Well, looking at their hand, could be the being who gives Link his new hand? Which would mean, they are the person in charge of holding Ganon all this time.
Zelda said in the second trailer "Please⊠lend him your power", so she could be speaking to this new character and that's why Link has their hand.
We also have this. Zelda and Link? Zelda/Hylia and the new character? Either way, holding hands, like here.
I don't know, might be, might not be. I just can't wait for the game to come out!!
#the legend of zelda#tloz#tloz totk#tears of the kingdom#loz#totk trailer#totk speculation#totk theory#zonai#look if the zonai are dragon people I WILL SCREAM OMG YES THANK YOU SO MUCH#zelda#link#ganon#botw
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Blind Manâs Bluff Chapter 366 I looove youuuu
#blind man's bluff#ladyredms#bmb spoilers#I LOVE RO AND NICK SO MUCH#ro is like a sister to nickâŠ. ro is always in nickâs cornerâŠ. i am screaming#GOD and nick talking about his hallucinations???? heâs trying so hard#and ro telling nick hes bound to accidentally mess up & they only get upset when he messes up on purpose#nick NEEDED to hear something like that so badly omg#thank you red⊠what a way to start the week yippie!!#and happy bmb update day!!
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Erika!!!! đđ
Went to watch the new Haikyuu movieâŠ. Let just say that if you have a serious problem with Kuroo⊠well, it will probably get worse⊠đ
Even if I left the cinema completely head over heels for another character⊠I mean, he was already one of my favs.. but nowâŠ. đ„čđ„°đAaaaaaaahhhh⊠ok, not gonna spoil anything but yeahâŠ
Let me know if and when you gonna watch it! đ
Ok, I love you.. byeeeeee!! âšđâš
HI SARA OMG!!!! I was just thinking about you today and wondering if you got to see the movie!!!
Iâm so happy you loved it!! đ„čâšđ what was your favorite part?!
I saw it once already and my sister wants to go see it again this weekend AND IM DREADING IT PUSHING ME INTO THE DEEP END LMAO
And itâs all because of HIM! đ«
Beware! Haikyuu movie spoilers ahead!
Iâm not a kuroo girlie either but BABES THAT MOVIE REALLY DID THAT!! đ«
Like I saw it dubbed and I heard watching it subbed would make me break even more (his VA has the same VA as Gojo from jujutsu kaisen)
But even without that - he shines so much and then the cute flashbacks to him and Kenma???
IT WAS TOO MUCH LMAOOO
But omg tell me what moment did it for you?! đđ«Ą
#*through gritted teeth* kuroo tetsuro#but omg thank you so much for wanting to come scream about this with me!!! đ„č#haikyuu!!#asks and such things đ
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have some less know chuuya's from the bsd x loveheaven colab
i'm in love with you.
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd chuuya#chuuya nakahara#bungo stray dogs#feel free to reblog#soukoku#dazai osamu#i'm in love with him /real#thank you so much for this omg#i'm so sorry for responding late to this omg#i screamed as soon as i saw this.#HIM#HE
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shh let's pretend its anonymously-- I was testing this new brush in the program I used and decided to doodle your persona-- #0003
#bear answers#hive#â€ïžđâ€ïžđđđđâ€ïžAAAAAAAAAAAAAAâ€ïžđđđđđâ€ïžđđ#đ«”â€ïžđâOMG CR0003 YOUâ€ïžđđ«”#đđâ€ïžTHATâS SO SWEET OF YOUâ€ïžđđ#omg itâs so cool đ*proceeds to tiny scream once more*đ#itâs me đ«”đ«” itâs Hive međ«”đ«”đ«”đ#let me just say I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS#đđđ©”đ©·âšthe coloursâšare so prettyđ©·đ©”đđ#âšthe pose is so dynamic just wowâš#đâ€ïžđthe hang in there poster đâ€ïžđ#the paws on the boots đ«” I see youđ«” Itâs genius my dudeâš#my happiness levels rn đđđđđ#I canât describe how much joy my hivesona fanart brings me#Hivecrew youâre the best you know that?#thank you so much 0003âŒïžâ€ïž
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(Screams internally because I love this man very much. I happy stim every time I see him-)
Heya Chenya,
Whatever are you up to as of late hm~?
(Shout-out to Mod for making this blog. it's amazing)
Iâm still looking for my right stripes! đ©
LOOK AT MY POOR TAIL!!!!!!!ÂĄ! LOOK AT THIS!!
JUSTICE FOR MY STRIPES!!!ÂĄ!
My left stripes are all right but my right stripes are all wrong! đż
I donât know where they wandered off to⊠Iâm hunting for them. So far I have not found them. đ
Pspspspspsps here stripey stripey stripesssss~~!
BUT I have caused a delightful amount of chaos on my search and, as they say: itâs really the fae crown princes you make question the paradox of LEGO gargoyles versus grotesques along the way that matters! đđđđ„°
Or something like that I think⊠đ€
AR: Poor @the-lord-of-malevolenceâŠ. *winces*
#cheânya chats#twst rp#cheânya rp#ar answers#darlin megs đ#// ooc hi and thank you!!!#// ooc this is actually my first rp blog on tumblr and omg đł#// ooc I am slightly overwhelmed with the sudden influx of notifications#// ooc I am NOT complaining!!! I was just NOT expecting my little blog to actually get any attention let alone so quickly đđ#// ooc thank you so much Iâm so glad you like it! Iâm having so much fun! đ„č#// ooc and I love this lovable agent of chaos too we can happy scream together
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