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minxmut-cafe · 1 month ago

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9. Whispers and Shadows

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: Fantasy Au.

Authors note: HERE is the 9th chapter! I've also opened a KOFI page so if you're interested in my writing your support would be appreciated.

General Warning: (eventual) Smut, crude language, angst, fluffy, gorey themes, lil bit of torture,

Summary: In the kingdom of Solaria, Prince Jimin is caught in a web of secrets, darkness, and ancient power. When a mysterious maid enters his life, he's drawn into an intricate tale of betrayal, loss, and a curse that binds a forgotten princess to the depths of the ocean. As tensions rise between the five powerful tribes, Jimin discovers a hidden connection between the princess, a siren, and his own fate-one that could unravel the balance of the entire world.

With the Abyss calling, and the truth slipping just beyond his reach, Jimin must navigate treacherous waters, confront his past, and uncover the secrets that tie him to the ocean's depths. But the more he learns, the deeper the darkness becomes, threatening to pull him under.

Will Jimin uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will the ocean's power drown them all

MASTERLIST

The Festival of Unity transformed Solaria into a vibrant mosaic of colors and sounds. Tribes from all corners of the realm mingled, their banners rippling in the breeze, their traditions blending in a delicate dance of harmony. Yet, beneath the laughter and the feasting, tensions simmered. Ignis Solari and Nerithal stood at the heart of it, their leaders exchanging pleasantries that barely masked the cracks in their fragile alliance.

Jimin moved through the bustling courtyard, helping the citizens set up decorations and carry supplies. The simple work gave him a fleeting sense of normalcy, a chance to forget the secrets he carried. He even managed a faint smile as children ran past him, their excitement infectious. For the first time in what felt like ages, he felt princely—like someone his people could rely on.

But the sensation didn’t last long.

As he helped a group of elders arrange a ceremonial garland, he felt the weight of a gaze. He turned his head, his heart sinking as his eyes locked with Queen Althea’s.

She sat among the visiting kings, her regal posture impeccable, her expression cold. Her gaze wasn’t casual or indifferent; it was sharp, probing, as though she could see straight through him.

Jimin swallowed hard, quickly averting his eyes. She didn’t know the full truth—she couldn’t—but her suspicion was palpable. She knew there was something, some connection between him and the princess.

He needed to leave.

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Jimin slipped away from the courtyard, weaving through the palace halls until he reached the kitchens. The warm air and comforting aroma of baked goods did little to ease his nerves. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on her.

The maid was moving quietly among the chaos, arranging platters and garnishing dishes with an efficiency that bordered on grace. But Jimin knew better. The maid was no ordinary servant. She was the shadow of the princess, tethered to her in ways he still didn’t fully understand.

Without hesitation, he crossed the room. “Come with me,” he said in a low voice, careful not to draw attention.

She looked up, her expression neutral, but something flickered in her eyes—amusement, perhaps? She said nothing, simply nodding and following him out of the kitchen.

They walked quickly, Jimin taking the lead as they navigated the palace halls. He moved with purpose, glancing over his shoulder every so often to ensure they weren’t being followed. When they reached his chambers, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, ushering her in before locking the door behind them.

He turned to face her, ready to speak—but the air in the room shifted.

The temperature dropped, and a faint chill seeped into his skin. It was subtle, but unmistakable. The same cold he had felt in the bathing chambers.

Jimin’s breath hitched as he looked at the maid standing before him. Or rather, the princess.

Her disguise was flawless, her uniform and demeanor identical to that of the shadow he had come to recognize. But there was no mistaking the presence she carried now, an aura that felt deeper, more alive.

“You’re not the maid,” he said, his voice soft but steady.

The princess’s lips curved into a playful smile. “Took you long enough to notice,” she teased.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. “One of you is supposed to stay submerged while the other roams. If you’re here, then—”

“She’s probably drowning somewhere in the ocean,” the princess interrupted, her tone nonchalant. She tilted her head, as if to study his reaction. “But don’t worry too much. She doesn’t mind.”

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?” he said, his voice rising slightly. “Your mother is here, along with the leaders of every tribe. If anyone recognizes you—”

“Oh, come now,” the princess interrupted, pouting playfully. “Is it so wrong of me to want to visit my dearest?” She stepped closer, her tone turning teasing. “Besides, don’t you like it when I visit?”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. As a fae, he couldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean he had to admit the truth outright. Instead, he clicked his tongue, looking away.

Her laughter was soft and melodic, filling the space between them. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Jimin glanced back at her, his frustration warring with something he couldn’t quite name. She was infuriating, reckless—but he couldn’t deny the strange comfort her presence brought him.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered.

The princess smiled, a touch of mischief in her eyes. “And yet, here we are.”

She moved closer still, her gaze softening as she studied him. “You look different today,” she said, her voice quieter now. “More... alive.”

Jimin blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The princess shrugged, her playful demeanor slipping away to reveal something more earnest. “You’ve been so weighed down lately. It’s nice to see you like this. Helping your people. Being a part of something.”

Jimin’s chest tightened. Her words shouldn’t have affected him the way they did, but they struck a chord deep within him.

Before he could respond, she reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. The gesture was brief, almost casual, but it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Thank you for letting me stay,” she said softly.

Before he could respond, she suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him toward her with surprising strength.

"Hey!" Jimin exclaimed, caught off guard. His balance faltered as she yanked him closer. In one fluid motion, she flung him onto his bed, her laughter ringing in the air.

Jimin landed with a soft thud, his breath knocked out of him for a moment. He blinked up at her, incredulous, but she was already sitting next to him, her playful grin never leaving her face.

"Well, now that we're comfy..." she said, settling herself beside him, "tell me, Jimin, how does it feel to be the keeper of such a little secret?"

Jimin, still processing how he’d been so easily overpowered, tried to sit up, but she leaned over, pressing him back down onto the bed.

“Are you having fun?” she asked, her voice light but with an edge of teasing. “Keeping your connection to me a secret? I know it must be so thrilling. A little forbidden rendezvous between the two of us.”

Jimin’s chest tightened, a mixture of confusion and frustration swirling inside him. His mind was racing—why was she so carefree, so full of teasing energy, when the world around them was in turmoil?

“You’re impossible,” Jimin muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control.

The princess’s eyes sparkled as she leaned closer, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Impossible?” she repeated, as if savoring the word. “I’m just having a little fun. But, tell me, Jimin... Do you like it? Do you like keeping secrets?”

She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes searching his face as if she were reading a book. She was close enough now that Jimin could feel her breath on his skin, and the air between them was charged.

Jimin swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. “You’re making this a lot harder than it has to be,” he said, though his voice faltered slightly.

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Harder, hmm? I’m just keeping you company. Besides... We both know you're enjoying this more than you'd care to admit.”

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, his hands running through his hair again, but his words faltered. He couldn't lie—not as a fae—and it was becoming clear to him that part of him didn't want to.

The princess’s playful expression softened for a brief moment, and her tone took on something more sincere. “Don’t worry, Jimin. I’m not going to force you into anything.”

She leaned back slightly, gazing at him with an almost tender look, but then, in the next breath, she added with a wicked grin, “Of course, I wouldn’t mind fulfilling some of your... fantasies.”

Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and she gave him a look that was both suggestive and teasing.

Jimin’s face immediately flushed a deep crimson. His heart raced, and he scrambled to sit up, flustered. “C-Cut it out!” he stammered, hands pushing at her, though she was already leaning back, clearly enjoying his reaction.

His mind was in a whirl, and he couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “You—you can’t just—what are you—”

She laughed at his reaction, her expression full of amusement and a hint of something more mischievous. “Oh? I thought fae were known for being bold and unashamed. How cute. I didn’t lrealize you were so shy.”

Jimin tried to push himself further away, his face still burning. “I-I’m not shy! I just... you can’t say stuff like that!”

She just watched him, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned back, hands behind her head. “Well, I think you secretly do like it, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a glare, but it only made her smile wider. He couldn’t deny the embarrassment that was still making his cheeks flush with heat. "You're impossible," he muttered under his breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, her voice light and teasing.

Jimin still couldn’t shake the warmth in his cheeks as he shifted away, trying to compose himself. The princess watched him for a moment, her eyes glinting with amusement, before she finally spoke again, her voice softer but with an edge of curiosity.

“So, tell me, Prince Jimin,” she began, propping herself up on her elbows, her gaze now more direct. “What’s this festival I keep hearing about? The one where all the tribes come together, united for a day?”

Jimin let out a breath, trying to regain his composure as he leaned back against the bed, still not entirely used to the way her presence affected him. He thought about the festival for a moment. It was supposed to be a celebration of unity—an opportunity for peace between the tribes, a day when everyone could set aside their differences. But Jimin wasn’t blind to the tensions that simmered beneath the surface.

“It’s a tradition,” he started, his voice a little more even now. “A celebration of unity. Every year, the tribes gather to commemorate the moment the first king brought us all together.” He paused, eyes drifting to the window where the sunlight was beginning to fade. “But it’s not as peaceful as it sounds.”

The princess raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She shifted, moving closer to him again with the same silent grace, her every movement like water flowing over rocks. "What do you mean?" she asked softly.

Jimin sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "The tensions between the tribes are high. The Ignis Solari King, my father, and the others—they don’t trust each other. Not anymore. The festival is supposed to be a moment for peace, but... well, it’s just as much about posturing as it is about celebration."

The princess didn’t seem surprised, but her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “People and their pride. You’d think centuries of history would teach them something, wouldn’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “You’d think.”

There was a long pause as the two of them sat in the quiet of his chamber, the tension from their earlier exchange still lingering in the air. The princess’s gaze softened, and she studied him for a moment, her dark eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression.

"You seem… different, Jimin. Tired, maybe, but also something else." She tilted her head slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Worried?"

Jimin shifted uncomfortably, not sure how to answer.

“The festival… it feels like it’s building to something. Everyone’s on edge. I have to keep up appearances, but I can feel it in the air. Something’s coming. I don’t know if it’s the festival itself, or something else…”

She looked at him with an intensity that made him feel exposed, almost as if she could see into his very thoughts. “You’re afraid, aren’t you? Afraid of what might happen, afraid of the future you can’t control.”

Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He’d never spoken about his fears to anyone, let alone someone like her. His thoughts about the festival, his role as a prince, and his own personal worries collided in a wave of uncertainty.

But before he could answer, the princess’s voice cut through the silence again, light and teasing. “Well, if you’re so worried, maybe I could help you with that.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, slightly thrown off by her sudden shift in tone. “Help me? How?”

The princess leaned closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I’m very good at sensing what people need, Jimin. Especially people like you... trapped between duty and desire, honor and your own truth.”

Jimin's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if it was the festival, the weight of his responsibilities, or something else entirely that was making him feel this way. “You think you can help me?” he asked, voice low, almost a challenge.

The princess smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think I already have."

Before Jimin could respond, a sharp knock echoed on the door, followed by a deep voice. "Your Highness, the King requests your presence immediately."

Jimin hesitated for a moment, the weight of his thoughts pulling at him as he turned toward the door. The princess—no, the maid—was still close, lingering in the shadows as if watching him closely. She gave him a teasing smile, almost as if she knew what his next move would be.

"I suppose duty calls," Jimin muttered under his breath, trying to mask the frustration he felt at having to leave this conversation unresolved.

With one last lingering glance at her, he stepped toward the door, where the guard stood waiting. "The King has requested your presence in the council hall, Your Highness," the guard stated formally.

Jimin gave a small nod, acknowledging the command. He didn’t need to be told twice, not with the weight of his father’s authority hanging over him. But as he stepped past the doorframe, he paused and looked back at the princess. She was standing there still, her gaze fixed on him, though her expression was playful.

"You’ll be fine," she said, her voice light. "I’ll be around." The way she said it—soft, but with an undercurrent of something more—made his pulse quicken. There was a mix of confidence and mischief in her smile, and for a brief moment, Jimin wondered just how much she truly knew about the chaos she was stirring.

Turning away from her, he walked toward the council hall, each step heavier than the last. His mind raced, torn between the growing responsibilities of his title and the mystery surrounding the princess. What was she truly after? And how was she connected to everything that was happening?

Jimin made his way through the grand hall, each step echoing on the stone floor as he approached the door to the summoning hall. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, and for a brief second, he felt a pang of unease. The strange events of the past days—his encounters with the princess, the growing tension between the tribes—had left him restless. Now, the king had summoned him, and there was no avoiding it.

He pushed the door open.

Inside, the atmosphere was thick with tension. His father, King Hyukjin, sat at the head of the room, his stern gaze immediately falling on Jimin as he entered. The Queen of Nerithal, the mother of the princess, stood at his side. Her presence, always regal and composed, now held an almost unsettling edge. It wasn’t just her cold beauty, but the quiet, calculating look in her eyes that seemed to pierce through him.

Around them, the seers and tide callers stood in a circle, their presence almost ethereal, as though they were attuned to forces beyond the realm of ordinary mortals. Their eyes were closed, but their senses were heightened, channeling the power of the ocean through their words and movements.

The air was thick with whispers—murmurs of prophecies, of warnings, of ancient magic long buried beneath the tides. The seers had gathered for this, as they had for countless generations. But today, something felt different. There was a sense of urgency in the room, a feeling of something stirring beneath the surface.

"Jimin," his father’s voice cut through the tension, deep and commanding. "You’ve arrived."

Jimin nodded, his eyes briefly meeting his father’s before flicking to the Queen of Nerithal. She studied him with that unnerving gaze, but he didn’t flinch. He’d long grown accustomed to her cold demeanor, even if it unsettled him.

"We have gathered here," King Hyukjin continued, "because the southern waters have grown restless. The tide callers speak of strange activity—an increase in abyssal forces. The creatures of the deep are stirring."

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at his father’s words. Abyssal forces? That could only mean one thing. The princess—the siren who now walked freely among them—was tied to the disturbances. He forced himself to remain calm, to keep his face unreadable. But inside, his mind raced.

The Queen of Nerithal finally spoke, her voice smooth as the ocean’s surface, but with an underlying current of something darker. "The time has come for us to act. We can no longer ignore the changes happening within our waters."

Jimin felt the eyes of the room turn toward him. He stood at the edge of the circle, trying to keep his composure as he met the gaze of each person, feeling their weight pressing down on him. The tide callers, with their mystic robes and sacred symbols, seemed to be waiting for him to speak, their presence silent but heavy.

King Hyukjin’s voice broke the silence. "Jimin, we need you to go to the southern shores. We need to understand what is happening out there. The rise in abyssal activity could be a sign of something far worse. And you, as the heir to the throne, must investigate."

Jimin nodded slowly, his thoughts churning. The southern shores. The very place where the princess had once been sealed away, where the ocean's darkness seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. If the tide callers were sensing something, then it was likely tied to her. But he couldn’t show his hand. Not yet. The less they knew about his connection to the princess, the better.

The Queen of Nerithal's gaze never wavered. "I trust you understand the gravity of this situation," she said softly, her voice filled with hidden meaning.

Jimin bowed his head in deference. "Of course, Your Majesty."

The room fell into silence again as the seers and tide callers chanted softly, their words like an ancient language, their movements graceful but unsettling. Jimin could feel the weight of their power swirling around him, the air thick with magic and tension.

He couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The princess—the siren—was at the heart of this. He had to be careful. Whatever was happening in the southern waters, it was connected to her, and he had a feeling that this mission would uncover more than he was ready for.

King Hyukjin stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "We will send a ship tomorrow at first light. Jimin, prepare yourself. You leave at dawn."

Jimin bowed once more, turning to leave. As he stepped back toward the door, the Queen’s voice stopped him.

"You’ll be careful, won’t you, Prince Jimin?" she asked, her tone sweet but laced with something far more dangerous. It was a warning, though he couldn’t quite place it.

Jimin hesitated, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. "Of course," he replied, his voice steady, though inside, he was anything but.

As the door shut behind him, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The room had been suffocating, the pressure of the council’s expectations pressing down on him. But now that he was alone, his thoughts returned to the princess. To the siren. What was her true role in all of this? What secrets did the southern shores hold?

He had more questions than answers

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btssunnyboy · 16 days ago

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Tides of Deception - PJ, JJ - Part 1

-The water was always somethings townsfolks talked about. What's happens when you find out the myths were a whole lot more than what you had been told?

-Use of curse words, hyperventilating and being tormented by a demon.

-Word count - 4.3K

-Jimin x reader Jungkook x reader

-Request open!

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The crystal blue waters were always something that mesmerized you, almost as if the water itself was sending you into a trance. Shining as bright as a diamond in the sunlight, the moon seemed to bounce itself off the small waves that crashed against the beach's shore. Memories like this were rare nowadays thanks to the merciless creatures that lurked in the shadows of the oceans. Thoughtless actions were the only things that they seemed to understand, no matter how much damage it did along the way. As long as they got the creatures to live a live moment they didn't care whether the humans lived or died in the path.

“You know they say the closer you stand to the edge of the water the more tranced you'll become,” His voice held a hint of mischief as his eyes darted between your curious face and the dark waters that seemed as if they went on for miles. “But this town is littered with myths. Old wives tales about the things that lurk in those waters as we speak.” The way his eyes mimicked the light bouncing off the waters it made your stomach churn. Why was he all the sudden worried about things that lurked below? For as long as you've known Jimin, curiosity was something he never even dipped his finger into, the old saying curiosity killed the cat was something that he definitely took to heart. So why was the water something that intrigued him now, of all the times you two have lived in this small town.

‘Don’t tell me you're actually thinking about going on a late night swim.” Your voice came out in more of a mocking tone than you had planned. His head tilted the left slightly as he stared at you. For a second there you could have sworn they went almost dead like, all the color drained from his iris. When he saw your eyes widen he quickly shook his head , trying his best to cover it up with a cough. “I'm just joking you know, I'm glad you're beginning to have adventures, but do you really want your first brave moment to be facing the sirens or whatever they're called face to face?”

A small laugh that sounded almost robotic came from the depths of his throat, it was odd to say the least. Before you even had a chance to say another word you saw him take slow steps towards the small waves that were crashing on the beach. Almost as if he had an invisible rope tied around your waist you began to mimic his steps. Left and right until the cool water had touched your knees. As much as you didnt want to admit it, the cool water was a wonderful contrast from the heated night that was making sweat beads form on your forehead. “It's nice isn't it.”

There it was, the soft, velvet voice you remembered him having. All the worries that were filling your head slowly washed away with the tide. His arms wrapped around yours as he pulled his body closer to yours. Those eyes were his again, they were your best friends eyes. You've seen them a thousand times, but something still felt off. That hand that was wrapped around yours didn't hold you with a delicate touch, now you could feel his fingertips beginning to break the skin on your forearm.

“Jimin, I want to go back to the shore.” it was a desperate plea, and you wanted to leave the waters. The waves were beginning to get rougher almost as if the waves themselves had million tiny fingertips that were gripping you and pulling you further out into the current. “I'm not messing around, I want to go back now.”

“I don't know what youre talking talking about y/s, you've always told me you loved the water. What makes this time any different.” His head tilted again and you could've sworn his body glitched as the moonlight started shining upon him. Small jerks of his head were highlighted in the light. Fear felt as if it was running through your bloodstream at this point. This point it wasnt Jimin, you were that. Yet he seemed real, he didn't seem like a holograph of your best friend. He was touching you, his skin was warm, how could he not be real?

“Y/n get out of the water!” that voice, you know that voice. Before you could snap your head in that direction the other jimin gripped your chin so hard you could feel his now shaper nails dig deeper and deeper into your skin. Those dark dead eyes were back, but the person standing in front of you wasn't jimin. His height has changed, his hair has changed, everything about him has changed. Those sharp fangs were prominent as the thing in front of you gave the most devious smile.

“He's not real and you know that, doll. The only thing that is real to you right now is me. Can you feel my warmth?” His other arm that wasn't gripping your chin wrapped around your waist again. Those dark eyes were intriguing, but sirens were going off in your head. None of this could be real right now. The man standing in front of you, his warmth, anything. “You know this is real, but do you want me to show you how real this actually is?”

It didn't seem like a question when it fell from his lips, it seemed like a statement. You needed to know this was real, the creature standing in front of you needed this. The thing leaned his head down towards yours. Those cold lips blowing his breath against them. “All you gotta do is say yes, and I can show you my world.” A sharp and rough material had draped itselfs over you, with sharp tugs you were suddenly under the shallow water. You could feel your skin rubbing against it in fast motion, the burns mixed with the salty sea water brought you back to reality. He was real, but that wasn't the real jimin. Once again sharp nails dug into your forearms as you were finally pulled from the ocean.

Sharp breaths entered your ;lungs as you stared into the dark night his figure glitched again as he went back to his true form. The moonlight lit his devious smile up one more time before he turned around and drove back into the dark waters that were about to take your last breath away. “Oh my god, I think you're the stupidest person I have ever met!”

“I'm the stupidest person you have ever met! Jimin you threw a dam fishing net at me, did you even think that plan through!” You huffed as you tugged at the mesh wire that still had you enclosed. A sharp huffed pushed itself out of your mouth as you finally freed yourself. “And don't call me stupid i didn't know that it wasn't the real you!”

“Now I know you're stupid, you know I don't even like coming to the ocean in the daylight, do you really think I'd be willing to come here at night!” Jimin exclaimed as he helped you up to your feet so you could dust off the sand that cling to your wet body. “I'm only here right now because you sent that stupid picture of the full moon!”

The moon was always a fascination of yours, even if you knew how dangerous it was. Those creatures are powerful anytime of night, but during the full moon everyone knows their powers become almost more unearthly than they already are. You knew better, but the beach was so pretty at night and you knew to never get that close to the water. “Look, I'm sorry, but it felt real. It really felt like it was you.”

“That's how they get you, they are able to shapeshift, if you ever listened to me i told you that. They can take the form of anyone they have never seen before, so do you know what that means?” Sudden realization hit you, those things have been watching you for god knows how long. Long enough to pick up on details specifically about you! Your fascination with the moon and the water, even the idea that you know about them. You've been coming to the beach for a long time so it's untelling just how much these things know about the two of you. “Y/s when i ask you this you have to be completely honest with me, alright”

You sucked your teeth as you shook your head slightly, “What jimin? Can't we talk about this on the walk back home?” you didn't want to spend another minute next to that water right now. That thing almost got you, it almost lured you into the deep waters never to be seen again.

“Did you let it kiss you, hell y?n, did it get any of your blood on it?” you stared at him dumbfounded, of course it didn't kiss you he threw a fishing net around your body and drug you back to shore before it could even get its lips a centimeter closer to yours. “You gotta tell me the truth.”

“Of course it didn't kiss me, the only thing I got is rope burns from you tangling me up like I was the damn catch of the day!” You threw your hands up defeated, the only thing on your mind was that you wanted to go home and rest. Forget this night ever happened. Jiomin eyebrow raised as he swiped his rough thumb across your chin, it felt like sandpaper was rubbing on an open wound. He held his finger up and showed the crimson liquid that was fainting staining his fingertips. “Oh god,”

“Oh god is right dumbass, that thing knows the scent of your blood now, And if you ever go back to that water it's gonna make sure you end up on the bottom of the ocean floor.” Jimin wiped the blood on his shots as he wrapped you up in his jacket. “I need to go ask my dad what can they do know that it has the scent of your blood.:

“As long as I don't go near the water it can't do much can it?” The worry was evident in your voice and it made Jimin's features soften. The hair on the back of you next was started to stand up as if it knew you were still on that things radar. “You're not answering me and it's really starting to freak me out!”

“I wanna say it should freak you out, because i told you a thousand times you needed to stay away from the water but as usual you never want to listen! Bit i'm just worried because my dad told me along time ago if so called merfolk get your blood it's like a blood tie,”

You rubbed a rough hand down your face as you stared at him. He can call it a blood tie all he wants, but that doesn't do anything when you want him to explain whatever the hell that is. “How about you stop treating this like a big" I told you so” moment and tell me what the hell is gonna happen to me!”

His paced quicken as he wanted up the start of the house and he ushered you in, “it's like a soul bond now, that thing is gonna torture you psychology until it compels you to go back to the water. It's gonna make you see things that aren't there, and it can manipulate water so anytime you're around it it's gonna know. It’s almost gonna be jealous that you're not in the water with it.”

“Your dad has studied these things since we were little kids, he has to know of a way to stop it, or at least make it so that i'm not compelled to go on anymore late night walks to my doom!”

“I swear i'll call him, but for right now go take a shower, and before you get scared im gonna stay right down the hall so i'll hear you, but that sand is killing me.” Jimin gave you a soft shove through the bathroom door, he left it open with just a crack so he'd be there in a heartbeat if he heard anything. This was all new to him no matter how much he didn't want to admit that. The countless times his father would set him down and describe the dangers of the water, Jimin having only one thought on his mind, would let all the information flow through one ear and out the other. A heavy sigh passed through his li[ps as he stared at the worn out books on the shelf. Each chapter is filled with his father's annotations on all the subjects. Everything was colored coded, as his father was still figuring out all of the information that he could on the topic.

Green, he knows anything and everything there is to know about that subject, Yellow, his grasp was not as good on those concepts as they were with the green color coded notes. Finally, red for the things that are still not in his realm of knowledge at this time. Thankfully the color red was scary, but that does not mean the color was not used. Jimin just prayed whatever knowledge that was unlearned was not the answers to the questions he has racing through his mind right now. The thought of going to his father was heavy on his mind, but he knew that it would come down to a lecture that Jimin was not prepared for. He could have been helping you this whole time had he just listened for a few minutes when he was first getting told all of the information that filled these books. Now in order to help you he has to sit down and make sure that he learns all he can before he could potentially lose his best friend. The heavy thud of the book etched in the house as he slammed it against the wooden table, time is not on his side and he might have bitten off more than he can chew.

Steam filled the small bathroom as you let the warm water wash away the sand that still littered your body. It was all a stupid mistake you should've never made, and you know that. But for some reason it doesn't feel like a mistake. Going to that beach felt like the right thing to do, seeing that thing was the only thing on your mind. With so many questions racing through your troubled mind, you tried to think of reasonable answers for them. How the hell did he look just like jimin, how did the thing even talk like him? Standing on the shore it felt like you two belonged there, he was warm and counting almost. In the water it was a different story, h8e turned cold and demonic almost, but that was where most of the dangerous creatures lurk. In the dark and cold there was almost no one willing to go, yet you went. You were vulnerable and it knows that. Maybe you were just an easy target, standing at the edge of the shoreline,hypnotized by the moon's beautiful glow. You were the perfect target.

“Why am I so stupid?” You huffed as you dragged the soap down your body. The sweet smelling bubbles gave your mind something else to wonder too. The rose scent soap was a nice change from the salty air that was lingering in your nostril. Even in the warmth of the steamy shower something felt odd, like a cold hand smoothly gliding itself up your spine. Those nails felt familiar and before you knew itr it felt like daggers were digging into the base of your spine. The nails themselves felt like they pierced through the skin and hooked themselves directly to your bones. Sharp shooting pain made you drop to your knees in the bathtub. The soon warm water was slowly gaining heat, Steam was filling the room making it even harder to breathe with hook like fingernails keeping you trapped against the floor. Your mouth opened to scream fro jimin in the kitchen, but nothing was coming out,

Even with all your strength mustered up, your body physically couldn't release any sound. The skin on your back was burning hot as the water continued to beat down upon it. They felt like razor blades digging deeper and deeper into your skin. The skin on your back was becoming raw with all the scoldering heat that was being thrown at it. Soft whispers were heard over the booming sound of the water. The voice was slowly getting louder and louder in your ear.

“Go back to the water with me” You tried to keep your breathing slowly, but it wasn't working. You were hyperventilated and there was no sound. No one could hear you, but you could hear everything. The voice sounded as if it was echoing out of the tiled walls. It felt like it was getting closer and closer to the point that you felt like you could feel the things lips against the shell of your ear. Just as you felt like you were about to pass out from heat exhaustion the curtain of the shower ripped open. At that moment you felt like your world was ending. The creature was back.

There it was standing tall as it stared at your pitiful form at the bottom of the floor. Its head tilted once more and he leaned in eye to eye with you. Those dark eyes once again staring holes right through yours. Its sharp teeth grinning and glowing just like it in the moonlight. Just as it was standing in the light you could see all around you the lights themselves were starting to dim, the dimmer they got the closer the creature came to you. The slower it bent down to its knees you could feel your heart start racing even more.

The tension in the air was slowly suffocating you, what was it about to do? You couldn't do anything besides shut your eyes and pray this was all a nightmare, but you were helpless. “Don't you wish you had listened to me?” That soft sweet voice held a tint of malice that made your stomach churn with uneasiness. You knew it was mimicking Jimin, and all of the sudden realization struck within your core. That thing was listening all along, from the moment you left the beach to the moment you stepped one foot into the house. Everything in your body was telling you to run, get help, but you couldn't. You were paralyzed with fear and the piercing pain in your back that made you unable to move.

You clenched your eyes shut as hard as they would go, and you felt the bathroom air grow cold. The steam was dissipating as if any warmth was being sucked by the creature, but the pain was growing more unbearable the longer you resisted to look into its eyes. You could feel the creature's hungry smile as he leaned his head down, its lips brushing against your ear.

“All you had to do was stay away from the water tonight, but I knew you wouldn’t.”

That sentence made everything crystal clear, this thing knew you. It knew you would go to see just how beautiful the moon looked at night. It acted as if it knew every little detail about you. It's like it was lurking in not only the dark part of the water, but the dark parts of your mind. This is what jimin warned you about, the blood tie effects were starting. But just as the dark presence felt as if it was about to swallow you whole there was a sudden burst of light. It was Jimin standing in the doorway with a flashlight shining at you. Within a second he was rushing to your side kneeling at the tub. The creature hissed loudly as its body glitched and construed in the lights. Disappearing within the same instant that it had appeared.

“Y/n are you okay!” That wasn't his voice, but the other worldly voice that was just with you. The creature was still with you, lurking in your mind. Its hold on you still stood firmly as you were unable to move from your current state. You could still hear the faint whispers faint but unmistakable as it loomed around.

“Y/n! Answer me!” there it was, that soft voice you knew was his. His hand merely touching your shoulder made you flinch as you were still disoriented from the encounter.

“im..im fine,” You gave a half hearted smile to your best friend. His brow was raised in question as he was wondering what was going on. Truth be told you didn't know what was going on, but if the creature was willing to do all of this to scare you, you knew the game had just begun. It had tasted your blood and you knew deep down it wasn't going to stop until it finally had you back within its grasp.

You gripped Jimin's shoulder tightly as he held a firm yet gentle grasp on your arm. After all of this you knew this wasn't about the water anymore, this was simile about surviving and finally the key to breaking the bond between you and the creature.

“From now on you need to stay away from the water.” Jimin tried to state it firmly, but you could still hear the fear in his voice, “I'm being serious, this thing is playing games, but i don't know exactly what game it's playing.”

You nodded as you nudged your head towards the towel behind him. Jimin doesn't understand, but you do. That creature has its hooks within you, if anything you know the compelling urge to get back to the water is gonna be stronger than ever. And you know until you find the answers you're looking for that thing is going to wait, and watch for the perfect time to strike, and you're scared you're not gonna be ready for air. What if at the end of all of this that creature gets its wish?

“Should I even ask what those marks are on your back?”

It was an innocent question and you knew that, but you couldn't help but flinch at it. It was making your heart pound as Jimin's voice sliced through the thick tensen. All of these marks on your body were not just physical mounds but remnants reminding you just how much of a hold that creature had on you. After everything you had hoped the water would wash away any remnants if the creature, but you could know seen the bonded was forged deeper than you expected it to be.

“It's nothing,” You lied through your teeth and you knew Jimin always knew when you were lying. The mark from the creatures, and the burns from the creature were more than just marks, but you knew the impression they had left was something deeper than you could explain to him. You were ready to admit that these were something real, no matter how much you didn't want to. Letting Jimin know that you were terrified was not something you could bring yourself to do right now.

“I can see it in your eyes, y/n, i know you're lying,” His hesitant hand brushed the small of your back where the marks were embedded into your skin. Out of shock your body flinched and you felt him tract his hand within the second. Your skin was still raw and tender from what happened. “I promise i'm not going to hurt you.”

You didn't mean to scare him, but this was becoming too real. Your mind was in a constant turmoil. Everything felt as if it was amplified, the hushed whispered from before, to the robotic voice that sounded like Jimin. “I promise it's nothing, but let's just focus on figuring out how to fix this.”

Jimin knew he didn't want to push any further, but he was just worried. He pushed a heavy sigh from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I know..but I just don't know what to do right now.” His hands rubbed small circles on your shoulders and he pulled you into a hug, “Y/n you're my best friends, i just can't stand the thought of losing you.”

You sighed as you squeezed him tight, you don't know what to do either. That creature had physically marked you, taste for your blood seemingly growing at this point. This was all beginning to get too real, and you didn't know if you were gonna be able to protect yourself alone.

“You've known me my whole life, I'm not backing down without a fight,” You playfully patted his back as you tried to lighten the mood. You needed to seem reassuring to both of you. “But you have to promise me that you're going to help me beat this.”

You pulled back from the hug and you could see the determination, with a hint of worry in Jimin’s eyes. “I promise we will get through this together. No matter what.”

His hopeful tone felt like a drastic difference from the horrific situation, but you knew deep down this wasn't going to be easy. That creature was already plotting its next move, and you two had to be ready. No matter what.

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jimin-updates · 11 months ago

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Siren eyes

We are captivated no matter the look!

#jimin #park jimin #BTS jimin #he has to be a siren #it’s the only explanation

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lesovoj · 1 year ago

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putting jimin and his angel face next to statues like this is 10/10 move. thank you. peace and love on planet earth.

#guys it is jimin #park jimin of bts is here #it is jimin and he is so jimin and doing jimim things and being pretty jimin and alluring siren eyes and AND jimin #i will calm down i just need 10 to 40 hours #ref

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xanni-devito · 2 years ago

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Witch Seokjin

Dragon Hoseok

Siren Yoongi

Dragon Namjoon

Fae Jungkook

Dragon Taehyung

Fae Jimin

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Moodboards for a VERY long running RP, Summer Thunder, where dragon coven Joon, Hobi, and Tae kidnap for ransom in order to survive as the last living dragons. They fall in love with their most recent catch, though, and a whooooole lot of shit happens, including but not limited to, Yoongi reaching maturity via soulmate bond, Taehyung becoming consort of a fairy kingdom, and Jin and Joon reviving a dead language. Also, a fuck ton of heinous smut.

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staykookedsuga · 1 year ago

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Jungkook’s adlibs in ‘letter’ are so heavenly

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jimin #jimin letter #Jungkook’s siren call fr

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mieanme · 2 years ago

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[Closer] - Jikook art for Cottagecore Jikook Fest

Jimin finally managed to buy the small cottage by the sea he kept his eye on for the last few years. He’s so happy he can be closer to Koo again - showing the merman his new home is only the beginning of their story 🥰

Koo hates it when Jimin insists on brushing his hair, because it hurts a little. 😡 However, he allows that, because afterwards Jimin teaches him about the Land world and gives him pretty hairpins! 😊 He loves Jimin's bathtub and every time they're not busy, he comes to the little pier behind Jim's cottage and crawls his way to the door, so that Jimin can help him get to his favourite place 🥺

And when Koo's not there, Jimin baths, looking at the strange, emerald crystals he collects from the floor, where Koo's tail usually rests. He stores them by the window and every time he pays them even the smallest glance, he feels like the merman is right there, beside him 🤗

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hybearchive · 2 years ago

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#jimin #the moon embraces you #park jimin #bts #siren

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drenix004 · 2 years ago

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cero

Los seres humanos, impulsados por el deseo de poder, poco a poco se fueron extinguiendo a causa de las constantes guerras por el control de Territorio; siendo la codicia la principal causa de su extinción como raza. Pero ellos no eran los únicos que habitaban la Tierra ademas de los animales.

Había Seres, conocidos como mágicos, Seres sobrenaturales que tiempo atrás solo fueron mitos y leyendas. Estos vieron desde las sombras como se fueron extinguiendo.

en poco tiempo Proclamaron nuevamente las tierras que Milenios atrás les pertenecían

Los mágicos se dividían en tres partes.

Los OXîs, Seres mágicos y cambia formas, hijos de una sola especie y de distintas razas y elementos. Estos representaban la mayor parte de la población.

Luego estaban los Eyârk, un grupo pequeño que estaba en el poder, eran lo más parecido a una corte judicial, seres conocidos por su naturaleza cruel y sangrienta. su procedencia era todo un misterio, son cazadores de una sola raza, los Xirabs, a la cual desprecian por su linaje impuro o mestizo.

En último estaban los híbridos, nacidos de dos especies diferentes, eran mejor conocidos Como Xirabs . Por su linaje impuro,Sus vidas estaban en constante peligro al ser considerados una amenaza. había muy poca información sobre estos seres debido a que se la pasaban huyendo de los Eyârk ya que, en muchas ocasiones, los que quedaban vivos eran capturados y usados como experimentos.

—no me vas a morder, Kim—gruñó exasperada por la insistencia del contrario.

Su paciencia se había ido a la mierda desde hace mucho tiempo, algo que la caracterizaba era su poca paciencia con cierto tipo de personas y el joven de tan solo cien años era una de esas personas.

—no te va a doler, Dalia—se le acercó, invadiendo su espacio personal. El dulce aroma de la joven llegó a sus fosas nasales, provocando en el un escalofrío placentero.

Él sabía que ella era su soulmate, lo sabía desde que la vio entrar por las puertas del palacio, y su olor se lo confirmaba.

Ella era de él.

Solo suya.

—vete a la mierda Namjoon—se alejó incómoda por la intromisión a su espacio personal—vete a joder a alguien más.

Le dio la espalda, queriendo largarse de ese lugar, tener un momento de tranquilidad sin tener que estar pendiente de que el maldito acosador de Namjoon estuviera cerca.

Namjoon sin poder contenerse más, se abalanzó sobre Dalia, mordiéndole el cuello. La contraria golpeó fuertemente al más alto cuando sintió que este le encajaba los colmillos; se separó bruscamente cuando dejó de sentir la presión en su cuello.

—¡idiota! —gritó frunciendo su ceño. Vio como Namjoon se relamía los labios, saboreando la sangre, su sangre. —¡Tu! ¡Hijo de la remil...

Se calló de repente cuando sintió un ardor de los mil demonios en su cuello.

La marca había quedado incompleta.

Para acabarla de joder, se escucharon gritos de horror por todo el lugar, ella y Namjoon corrieron en dirección a los gritos, quedando en segundo plano el asunto de la marca.

Llegaron a la entrada del palacio, viendo todo era un verdadero caos. Los Eyârk habían roto la barrera mágica que los protegía y mantenía ocultos. Los Xirabs corrían por todas partes, siendo asesinados y los que se salvaban terminaban siendo capturados para experimentos.

—tengo que ir por mi arco—Dalia retrocedió. Tenía que ayudar, no los podía dejar morir.

—¡No! —Namjoon agarró su muñeca, impidiendo que se fuera de su lado. No la quería lejos de él en esa masacre.

—¡mierda, suéltame! —forcejeó, para que este la soltara.

—¡Dalia! —le fémina se liberó de su agarre dándole una mordida a su mano, la joven desapareció de su campo de visión.

Namjoon, sabiendo que no la volvería a ver por un largo tiempo, suspiró, sintió algo fino y delgado en su mano; su vista se posó en la delgada pulsera plateada que había quedado en su mano cuando la joven se liberó. Recordó que ella cuidado esa pulsera con su vida así a qué él también lo haría, se prometió a si mismo que la encontraría.

Sin poder hacer nada más hizo aparecer una lanza, comenzó a matar la mayor cantidad de Eyârks que podía, mientras ayudaba a los suyos a escapar.

Las horas pasaron, y por fin la masacre había terminado, pero a cambio, todo el lugar quedó destruido. Namjoon miró con impotencia el Reino que sus difuntos padres habían construido con esfuerzo, sangre, sudor y lágrimas, ese hermoso lugar que lo vio crecer durante años, ahora estaba reducido en cenizas. Pero, ahora no tenía tiempo para lamentaciones, tenía que poner a su gente a salvo y para eso tendrían que desaparecer por el tiempo que fuera necesario, su prioridad ahora era ellos y solo ellos.

Comenzó a caminar con su gente hacia uno de los portales de emergencia para salir de aquel triste lugar. Namjoon fue el último en pasar dicho portal, mientras este se cerraba, dio una última mirada al palacio destruido.

Él se encargaría de recuperar lo que se había perdido ese día, volvería a construir el Reino, costara lo que costara. Quién se atreviera a volver a lastimar a su gente, sufrirían en la peor agonía posible, no tendría piedad por nadie. Si tendría que mancharse las manos de sangre por el Reino, lo haría sin duda alguna.

Pero, sobre todo, buscaría en cada rincón hasta encontrar a Dalia, buscaría debajo de las piedras con tal de encontrarla.

Si era necesario quemar el mundo para encontrarla, pues...

Que arda el mundo.

Dos almas se habían separado.

Una marca incompleta de por Medio.

Una promesa por cumplir.

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙓𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #alma gemela #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon x oc #bantangboys #black magic #hadas #brujas #park jimin #kim taehyung #soul mates #siren au #bts au fic #hibrido

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The Sirens' Song | Into The Deep

↳ Namjoon x Jimin x f.Reader ⤜ Strangers to Lovers, Merfolk/Sirens, Myth/Legend, Fantasy AU ⤜ Rating: MA🔞 ⤜ WC: 7,688 ⚠️Melancholy thoughts, crass language, shipwreck, mild fear, mentions of death, grief

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In the moon’s glow, where darkness plays, The ocean breathes in rhythmic ways. Against obsidian rocks that are jagged and proud, The tempest whispers secrets, fierce yet loud. Each wave a tale of journeys long gone, Of the briny depth’s roar laced with siren’s song. She foams and crashes, wild and free, A dance of power like a haunting symphony. The salt-kissed air filled with misty spray, Birthing endless nights that will never give way. Watch her still, the tide, relentless; she seeks To carve the stone with her lashing peaks. From rocky cliffs, the sirens wail, Their haunting voices spin a tale. Of sailors lost in the tempest's grip, Drawn to the edge, where they are oft to slip. In Black Rock Bay, the legends doth swell, Of gold and gems that decorate a haunting hell. As storm clouds gather and shadows creep, The restless spirits never sleep. For in this bay where echoes cling, The tempest rages, and the sirens sing.

The song continues, the bard sitting by the fire supporting the mournful words with the harp settled across his lap. His gnarled fingers surprisingly spry on the delicate strings. The dower tune does nothing to bolster your dreary mood. Not even the tankard of sour ale clasped between your palms seems to be working. If anything, the song only proves to darken your heart further.

You’ve heard stories about Black Rock Bay, with the treacherous breaker waves constantly lashing at the jutting obsidian spires that are said to hide untold treasures if one can make it through the squall and ripping current. That is, if you don’t get swindled away into the black abyss enthralled by a siren’s song first.

Just last summer, Miguel, the man you had been sharing your bed with, stole away in the middle of the night with your ship and crew with a course chartered to Black Rock Bay. Fool’s you, you suppose, for letting a man get that close to you. It’s hard enough being a woman, harder still being a woman who is also the captain of a ship. It took you almost a decade to earn your sails and the loyalty of your crew—or so you thought, bunch of mutinous fish guts, the lot of them.

You hope Miguel is somewhere at the bottom of the bay, the sirens using his bones to pick their teeth. The last year has been challenging, trying to rebuild what you once had. But you have enough salt in your veins that it would take more than a stab in the back to see you give up. The hardest part has been gathering a new crew. As it is now, you have the bare minimum of bodies needed to man your new ship. And you’re not sure a few wouldn’t do the same as Miguel did for the right price.

After all, being a pirate comes with its fair share of dangers.

But…maybe… It sits like a lead weight in your belly, the idea of conquering Black Rock Bay out of spite. No one would ever dare to laugh or betray you then, no daggers in your back or sweet smiles slithering their way into your bed only to strike with venom while you’re least expecting it. You’d be a legend. There would be many songs written, stories told far and wide...

“‘Ey, Cap, we off with the sun?” The spritely voice of your best friend, and the only crew member who didn’t take off with Miguel, pipes up from beside you, breaking through your mental wallowing. She slides her petite frame onto the bench beside you, her elbow jostling yours and causing some of the now-luke-warm ale from your tankard to slosh onto your hand. “Oh, sorry,” she adds with a nervous chuckle. “Let me just…” She snatches a handkerchief that has seen better days from her coat pocket and dabs at your hand and the table.

“Ollie, leave it, it’s fine.”

She gives you a gap-toothed grin, her freckled cheeks coloring as she stuffs her soiled handkerchief back into her pocket. Olivia Ramsey has been your friend since you were both urchins on the street fighting over crusts of moldy bread.

You never knew your parents, only that your mother was a flavor that many were partial to, and she indulged for the right amount of coin. It’s supposed that you were begotten on her by one of those men—a pirate, most likely. Once you were old enough to pilfer your own meals, not quite ten, those proverbial apron strings everyone believes mothers possess were indefinitely sheered off at the source. All your memories of her are vague, a hazy figure shooing you away from a darkened doorway...a woman too busy earning her next coin to worry about the ill-gotten welp that she saw as more of a curse than a blessing.

Ollie came from a loving home. Or as loving as an ill-favored family can be. Her father had a gambling problem, and her mother had the spine of a jellyfish. When she was seven, she ended up being the payment of a gambling debt. Servitude to an upper household was her fate. At some point or another—the details are muddled to you as Ollie changes the story just about as many times as she’s told it—she escaped and tried to make her way back to her parents, only to find the house empty when she returned.

It wasn’t long after the two of you became struggling companions that you noticed she sometimes sought answers about her family. You followed her once when she slipped off in the middle of the night, right to the door of a gentlemen’s club. That’s when she discovered she could pass in men’s spaces, thought to be a boy sneaking about. The men would laugh at ‘him’ and be none the wiser to their spilled secrets being consumed by feminine ears.

You look her over now, automatically taking account of her constitution. Curls of her straw-colored hair peek out from under the knit cap pulled low on her head. It’s part of her ploy, continuing to dupe men and cleverly blend in in places where you would be turned away at the door.

“If we leave wi’the sun, there’s a chance we beat Fat Al through the breakers and can hit the reef first.”

You sigh, giving your friend a sidelong look before pushing away your ale and angling your body toward hers. As nice as it would be to put that sniveling pock-marked arse of a wannabe pirate Fat Al in his place…a new plan is formulating in your mind. Slumping slightly, you drape an arm over her shoulders and put your mouth close to her ear.

“I say we let Fat Al have the reef.” Your eyes flick to the bard still crooning about briny ocean air and hauntingly beautiful creatures harboring chests of riches. “There is another place I have set my sights on…”

🌊🌊🌊

Jimin

There is a storm brewing. Jimin can feel it in how the temperature changes in the currents. He’s long since grown used to the drastic changes when the cooler waters from deeper in the ocean surge up into the warmer surface waters. After all, his home has always been this bay, where storms often rage in the skies overhead.

What he isn’t used to is seeing the giant belly of a boat slicing through the water of his bay. More often, the boats that attempt to come to the island of Black Rock Bay come in on the eastern side of the isle where the shore looks smoother and more welcoming—though it is anything but, with its hidden reefs and jagged lava rock just below the surface of the ocean.

“What do you think?” Namjoon’s voice so close startles Jimin out of his vigilant assessment.

“Storms coming on too strong. The ship won’t make it into the bay before the breakers gain height. Most likely, it’ll end up in pieces scattered along the shore,” Jimin murmurs, the frilled gills along the sides of his neck opening and closing, emitting small streamers of bubbles with his words.

“Should we send out the runners and try to steer them clear?”

Jimin thinks on this for a second before shaking his head. “They won’t make it here in time, perhaps if we had asked them before the sun went down just in case this happened. Yoongi would do his best, but…no, my love, we just have to wait and see what grace Calypso may grant these poor souls.”

He knows that even if Yoongi could coax a few of the larger whales to the surface, they’d barely make a difference in causing the boat to change course. As it is, it would be unlikely for whoever’s manning the ship to even see the whales, considering how dark the sky is and how violent the sea is becoming. They’re more likely to accidentally clip one of the gentle beasts than see them.

Namjoon nods, implicitly accepting Jimin’s judgement without question. “We best go deeper; I can already feel the tug of the tide. You’ll be swept away if you linger this close to the surface.”

It’s just as Jimin expects. The sea is angry, thrashing heavy squalls against the shore. Gusts of wind rip through the air, with piercing screams to rival the ocean's own shrill cries. Even from this far down, Jimin can hear the cacophony causing the wood of the boat to groan and creak.

Namjoon’s arms tighten around Jimin. They both watch in horror as the wide berth of the ship rocks violently, getting tossed around like a child’s toy by the turmoil of the sea. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” Namjoon murmurs in Jimin’s ear, the bubbles from his words getting lost in the swift currents moving around them.

They’re both watching from the relative safety of one of the many underwater passageways that zig-zag through the underbelly of the island of Black Rock Bay. Small windows look out into the open water, doubling as entrances to the tunnel systems.

It’s like watching a painting come to life, the edges of the window acting as the frame. The boat daring to chart through the bay must be manned by a demi-god, as they continue to battle and persist against the storm.

Jimin is in awe at the display of sheer will. Despite being tossed around with every crashing wave against its bulwark, it careens ever closer to the jagged rocks along the shore, but somehow, the boat rights itself every time and manages to dodge the deathly peaks.

“Whoever they are…if they can navigate through this storm without breaking their ship on the rocks, I’ll personally give them enough gold to fill their hold,” Jimin tells Namjoon as his eyes stay locked on the vessel overhead.

The rough stone lip of the window makes his fingers ache as he clenches them around it every time the ship comes close to one of the outcroppings of old lava rock hidden by the foaming, swirling sea.

“You think they’ll make it?”

Just as Jimin opens his mouth to respond to Namjoon, the first reverberating impact thunders through the bay. Just as the boat started to swing one way, the raucous waves sent it into a near tail-spin without enough time for correction.

Wood splinters, the ocean roaring its victory as it floods into the bilge of the ship, filling it with far more water than it could hold. Jimin sighs, his chest aching from knowing that this was the inevitable end. Even though he had spoken the truth, maybe this fate might have been avoided if he had kept his mouth shut.

Or better yet, maybe if he had agreed to let Yoongi call for the runners, the souls lost above wouldn’t have been swept away by the ravaging sea. Even a tiny chance would have been better than watching this catastrophe; no matter how fruitful the spoils might be from the wreckage. But it’s too late now.

The boat's keel ruptures as it runs along one of the bigger jagged points of bedrock, like a sharp knife through kelp. With that surrender of wood to rock, Jimin knows there is no hope for the ship; it’s been ripped open from stern to bow. They can only watch…wait, and maybe catch an unfortunate soul or two and try to help.

Just as the thought passes Jimin’s mind, Namjoon gasps. He thrusts a hand out over Jimin’s shoulder. “Do you see that?”

Jimin shakes his head, eyes frantically searching the dark, murky waters. Suddenly, he sees them, a flailing figure struggling through one of the rip currents. Jimin doesn’t think twice, using his grip on the window's ledge to propel himself forward. Namjoon is a second behind him, his powerful pearlescent tail hurtling him past Jimin.

“Go!” Jimin urges when Namjoon glances back at him. He can see the hesitation in Namjoon’s eyes, uncomfortable with the idea of leaving Jimin behind with the waters so turbulent. “Don’t worry about me!”

Namjoon gives him a resolute nod before renewing his efforts upward. Jimin watches, his own tail and muscles straining as he fights the currents, as Namjoon dodges through the debris field where they last saw the figure in the water.

For one harrowing second, Jimin loses sight of Namjoon around a large piece of ship wreckage. A relieved cry catches in Jimin’s throat as Namjoon reappears, his arms cradling a much smaller being.

“A woman,” Namjoon grunts when Jimin reaches him. “I didn’t see any others.”

Jimin uses his arms to push himself backward, trailing slowly after Namjoon, who doubles his efforts to drag the limp woman toward the opening to one of their open-air caves. It’s a short swim, but all the same, Jimin worries for the woman. There is no telling how long she’s been under or when the last time she had a breath of air was.

Worry eats away at the pit of Jimin’s stomach as he watches large swaths of sail and immense sheets of timber sink to litter the bottom of the bay. Something tells him if anyone else was aboard that ship, they’re lost to the sea. With one final sweep of his eyes over the wreckage, he turns and slips into the tunnel, following after Namjoon and the woman he is carrying in his arms with the hope they will be able to help her.

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Chills seep into your body, burrowing all the way down to your bones. Everything aches. You feel like you just went on a two-week bender and fell into the ocean. Your clothes are sodden, and you feel the violent urge to sick up…maybe you had gone on a bender…

The urge becomes too much, and you heave onto your side, emptying briny water and bile from your belly. It burns on the way out, clogging your nose and making your eyes water as you retch onto the sand.

Clarity begins to ebb in, and the fact you’re lying in the sand with the moon and stars twinkling from above makes no sense because the last thing you remember is—Fuck!

You fling yourself up onto your backside, stirring a shower of wet sand into the air, and you have to clamp a hand over your mouth, the sudden movement of sitting up threatening to have you heaving once more.

Swallowing the bile bubbling up, you cough before shouting, “Ollie?!” Your voice is hoarse, the ocean water having stripped your throat raw. “Please, Ollie?!”

The sand shifts beneath your unsteady feet as you struggle to stand. You tilt wildly to the side, your balance off and everything around you showing double. Finally, the shore stops spinning, and you can take in everything around you.

Fat and heavy overhead, the moon illuminates stray bits of what you can only assume is your ship dotting the sand—about thirty feet from the shoreline, a thick jungle stretches in either direction as far as you can see. You wouldn’t have guessed the sky was full of turmoil just…hours ago? Well, you assume it’s only been hours, at least; it’s hard to be sure, but judging by the moon's position, you think you’re right.

You know you should have turned around as soon as the first streak of lightning lit up the horizon. But, with Ollie reassuring you, along with the bolstered attitude from the rest of the crew, you pressed forward, hands tight to the wheel as you steered the bow toward the distant shoreline.

It was with the intent of anchoring just outside the breaker point of the bay, where the reef and lava rock can be seen jutting from the waters. However, the winds were too strong, and the storm tossed the boat about and put you completely off course, right into the path of the old slag tunnels.

You remember how the ship shuddered, the piercing squeal of wood and iron giving in to the relentless power of the rock. Ollie’s alarmed face was the last thing you remember seeing before the whole boat rocked hard to the side, and you were ripped from the helm by the force and sent tumbling into the dark waters of the bay.

Suddenly, you hear voices coming from ahead of you—from the jungle. You stop and listen, holding your breath before exhaling in a rush. “Ollie!” you call, scrambling toward the tree line. “Ollie! Jameson! Red! Anyone?”

Darkness swallows you as you stumble ahead, arms wheeling to keep yourself upright. You shove against trees, using their rough, wet trunks for support as you propel yourself through the underbrush.

“Captain.”

The word shivers down your spine, seeming to come from all directions. You spin in a circle, wet greenery whipping you in the face. The deep emerald greens and rich browns of the jungle are barely perceptible, with the meager moonlight filtering through the dense overhead canopy.

“Ollie!” you scream, the name echoing around you ten-fold. “Where are you? Ollie, can you hear me!?”

“Captain of the shining sea.”

“Looking here, looking there; come to find me.”

“Ollie, this isn’t funny,” you croak. The silence that follows is deafening. Not even insect noise or the hum of wildlife greets you. “Please.” The word falls in a whisper from your trembling lips.

“Captain, Captain of the shining sea. Looking here, looking there; come to find me.”

The words repeat, only this time there is a distinct lilting quality that makes your blood run cold. Ollie isn’t a singer. More so, the entire crew would rather shove nails under their fingernails than belt any sea shanty.

Only one thing comes to mind: a singular possibility as to who—what—it could be.

Sirens. Luring you to your death, enticing the next meal that will fill their bellies.

Foolish, so foolish. And you want legendary songs written about you. You scoff to yourself. The only songs they’ll be writing about you will be the tragic or humorous kind. Everyone will have a good laugh after they toast your memory. No wonder everyone thinks women are bad luck aboard pirate ships. Here you are proving them right.

Turning on your toes, you do your best to hurry back the way you came. Only it’s impossible to tell which way is which in the dark. Everything looks the same. The words continue to haunt you, nipping at your heels no matter how far you manage to go.

“Captain, Captain of the shining sea…”

“Stop! Stop it! Leave me—”

The rest of your plea turns into a shriek as you hurtle down a steep incline. Pain races through your limbs as they smack into trees and bushes, your descent an uncontrollable plummet.

The ground rises to meet you, the stark reality of your situation flashing before your eyes right before your head meets the unforgiving surface of a rock, and everything goes black.

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Namjoon

“Where did she go? She was right here! You said you’d look after her while I got the stew going.”

Jimin scowls at Namjoon, gesturing to the space where the human woman was just moments ago.

“Simmer down. I’ll go look for her. She can’t have gone far.” In fact, Namjoon is relatively sure he knows exactly where she went.

“No harm better come to her, Namjoon. I mean it!” Jimin’s sour attitude follows Namjoon as he shuffles out into the jungle. It would be better if the sun were out, but as it is, his vision is only mildly impacted by the dark of night. If he were able to assume his mer-form, he’d have no issues at all. Being on two legs only serves as a minor hindrance, mainly in things like hearing and sight.

It’s not like Namjoon intended for the female to wake up and immediately seek to escape. Granted, Namjoon’s knowledge of human females is nearly as limited as Jimin’s, but he at least thought she might wait around to listen to him. He had only stepped away for a second, seeking to put on some acceptable clothing and then bring her some fresh water to drink so it might help clear her head.

“Oh,” Namjoon startles. “What do we have here?” He crouches down next to the crumpled form of a woman. The clothing is similar enough, but the woman is not the same one he rescued from the wreckage.

“Namjoon!” a familiar voice calls a moment before the sound of crunching leaves and soft grunts enters the small clearing at the foot of the incline leading into the heart of the jungle.

“Hoseok? What are you—oh, you found her.”

“Put me down, ya fish-eyed freak! Put me…fuck! Captain, oh seven seas, Captain! Put me down, for salt's sake!”

The small woman Namjoon rescued from the wreckage tumbles from Hoseok’s arms. She scrambles forward on her hands and knees to kneel beside the prone woman at Namjoon’s feet.

“You shouldn’t have wandered off,” Namjoon begins, only to be cut off by the murderous glare thrown up at him.

“What did ya do to ‘er?! I swear to the goddess below, if ya so much as put your slimy hands on ‘er, I’ll gut ya like the fish ya are!”

Namjoon backs away, his very not slimy hands in the air before him. “I only just found her. She was already like that.”

Hoseok shuffles his feet, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It was probably the others. I heard them singing earlier. I was coming to get you when I stumbled upon this one,” he says, gesturing with his other hand at the small woman with freckled cheeks and short blond curls, “trying to climb the cliffs. Nearly went over back into the ocean.”

“You have to help ‘er,” the blond woman says, all the fiery ire gone from her voice. She gently brushes sand from the other woman’s cheeks and hair, her fingers coming away sticky with blood. “Please.”

Namjoon had no intention of not helping the woman from the start. But, to placate the small one, he nods his agreement. “I will do what I can. But I need to pick her up.”

The blond one gives him a lingering look, clearly judging his merit, before sliding back on her knees to provide Namjoon with the space he needs to kneel beside the prone woman.

“Be careful wi’ ‘er head.”

Namjoon’s lips purse into a frown, his brain trying desperately to place the woman’s accent. It’s a mixed jumble, consisting of influence seemingly from multiple places. When the woman waves a frantic hand in Namjoon’s face, he blinks, startling back to the task at hand. There will be plenty of time later to figure out where the humans have come from.

Doing just as instructed, with careful ease, Namjoon takes the unconscious woman into his arms, letting her head rest against his naked chest. The linen trousers he pulled on earlier only come to mid-calf, his feet bare of the shoes he knows humans are partial to. The short pants were the only thing he found in Jimin’s chest of human treasures that remotely fit. It’s been so long since either of them had the company of someone other than their own kind that it hadn’t dawned on Namjoon that greeting the young woman in nothing but his skin wouldn’t be proper.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon says, dismissing his inner thoughts about human propriety surrounding clothing, and nods toward the opening to the cave system where Jimin should be waiting.

Hoseok, who is one of Namjoon’s closest friends, trails his eyes over the blond woman before offering her his hand. “Would you like to come with her?”

With no outward hesitation other than the slight narrowing of her eyes, the small woman slides her hand into Hoseok’s, and he hauls her to her feet. “I’m Ollie, by the way,” she says, her shorter legs keeping pace with Hoseok’s with little issue. “And, you’re Hoseok?” Namjoon has never seen his friend nervous, but right now, he’s pretty confident that’s exactly the emotion coloring his friend’s cheeks. Hoseok nods. “Well, I have a lot o’ questions, Hoseok. Maybe ya can answer some as we walk.”

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You’ve had your fair share of blackouts in your life. What with how sour ale can fill your belly and the enticing bet to drink someone under the table…you’d be remiss in saying you’ve never awoken a time or two in a strange place with only a small inkling of how you ended up there.

However, doing it twice in a row is something new. Your head aches. Differently than it had before when you awoke on the beach. This is a skull-deep pounding, something that only comes when you catch an errant fist in a fight or take a sail boom to the back of the head.

You want to empty your stomach for a whole different reason now. The sickly feeling swirls in your belly, your eyes fluttering open as you dry retch. “Fuck,” you whisper coarsely.

“Captain!”

The relief at hearing Ollie’s voice is second to the splitting pain that ricochets through your head at her volume. “Softer, Ollie.”

“Oh, right.” Her freckled cheeks plump around the sheepish smile she gives you. “Sorry ‘bout that, Cap. I’m jus’ so happy to see ya awake. Ya plum near ended my days, seein’ ya layin’ there on the ground wi’ your head split open like a melon.”

You tenderly probe at the lump forming over your right temple. It’s warm to the touch, the flesh swollen and aching. You can feel the rough humps of stitching crisscrossing over the edge of the lump. You wince as your fingers map across the seven sutures. “I must look a sight. Did you stitch me up?”

“Beautiful as always, Cap. Would take a wonder stronger than’a rock to change that. And I wish I could take credit for ‘at beautiful jab job, but it wasn’t me.”

Gods love this woman; she’s a treasure you don’t deserve. Your eyes focus enough that you can take her in wholly. She sports her own discolored lump on the side of her jaw, and dark circles rim the soft skin under her eyes. There is a split at the corner of her mouth, and her right arm, you realize, is secured in a burlap sling. You’re so overwhelmed with taking her in that you don’t even register that she said she wasn’t the one to stitch you up. “Oh, Ollie,” you whisper softly. “What did I do to you?”

She jerks upright, indignation written all over her face. “This wasn’t you, Cap. This was that surly sea we love so much. Ain’t nothin’ I’ve never had before.” It’s clear she believes that wholeheartedly with the stern look in her eyes. “Besides, ya ought not worry about me. How’s yar head?”

You sit up slowly, your vision narrowing slightly as your world rights itself. Blinking, you let your eyes slide over your surroundings, taking an account of what’s around you. A soft mat and scattered blankets create a nest of comfort under you.

The walls are smooth stone with tiny carved-out nitches that form shelves holding a mix of books, shells, and other small trinkets. There is a homey feel to the sea cave, with a few chests and other odd bits of furniture lining the walls. You’d almost think you were in a bizarrely themed boarding room if it weren’t for the giant opening in the floor some feet away, the soft lap of water nibbling at the hole's edge.

Lichen sticks to the ceiling, its soft blue and green glow giving enough light that your eyes aren’t straining as you continue your perusal. Aside from the large hole in the floor, a narrow doorway leads into darkness on the other side of the room.

“Where are we?” you ask, choosing to focus on finding answers of your own rather than the incessant pounding of your skull.

Ollie rocks back on her heels, wrapping her good arm around her knees. You notice she’s not wearing the same clothes she wore the last time you saw her on the boat. Ugh, the boat…you don’t even want to think about that right now. The faded green tunic and sandy-colored breeches dwarf her tiny frame, the neck of the top hanging off one of her shoulders. You glance down and see her petite toes, her shoes nowhere to be seen.

She wiggles her toes, giggling softly. “Hoseok says bare feet’re better for walkin’ the tunnels. Less likely to slip and split my own noggin’.” She emphasizes the words with a rap of her knuckles against the side of her blond curl-covered head.

“Hoseok?” you ask, your attention catching on that name. It’s familiar, almost like you heard it in a dream, but far too fuzzy for you to be sure.

“Oh, he’s—”

“He’s right here,” chirps a jovial, masculine voice from the passageway across the room. “Nice to see you awake. Think you could stomach some stew? Would do you well to get something in your body.”

Your eyes grow as wide as saucers at the nearly naked man shuffling into the cavernous space. In his hands is a wide wooden board covered in what looks like chunks of bread, sliced fruit, and a bowl of steaming stew. The smell of the luscious, smoky broth hits your nose as he draws closer, and your stomach gives an appreciative gurgle.

“I promise the food is safe ta’ eat,” Ollie whispers, slanting a hand against her mouth in your direction. “It’s smoked fish stew. I had some earlier and even asked after seconds.”

That captures your attention, your eyes swinging in her direction, an incredulous look overtaking your face. “Ollie—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Rule number one: don’t accept food from blokes ya don’t know. But, Cap, I was starvin’, and I knew ya’d be in need of some food when ya woke. So, really, I did it for ya, had to make sure they wasn’t tryin’ to poison ya.”

You take a moment to assess Ollie’s countenance, realizing that aside from the visible bruises from her toss into the ocean, she seems no worse for wear. Her pallor is rosey, a healthy flush beneath her freckles, and her eyes are bright and clear.

“Just some water,” you say, your gaze flicking towards this Hoseok character.

“But, Cap—”

“For now, Ol. Just to be sure my stomach doesn’t sick up from anything more hearty.”

You hate lying to her. Even though she seems to be of her right mind, she almost seems too eager…too trusting. Which is so far removed from the Olivia Ramsey you know, the one who would turn her nose up in suspicion at even the slightest hint of stink. And this has the ripe stench of three-day-old chum all over it.

“Water then.” Hoseok nods, though his lips kick down in a frown as he sets the tray laden with food beside the tangle of blankets and pillows you woke up on.

“Thank you,” you mutter as Ollie hands you a ceramic cup from the tray. The contents look clear enough and holds no distinct odor as you give it a tentative sniff before putting it to your lips.

The water is crisp and surprisingly cool, tasting faintly earthy like it came directly from a rocky stream. You gulp it down, your aching and raw throat rejoicing with the soothing relief.

Hoseok squats down beside Ollie, your eyes tracking his every movement. His pants are thin, the worn fabric hanging loosely from his frame. It’s clear they’re not new, perhaps aged even further from the constant wear from the briny ocean air. His chest is bare, emphasizing a slender frame with smooth, corded muscles. His trousers might be worse for wear, but his eyes are a clear, beautiful brown, complimenting the shag of black hair on his head…though, there is something off-putting about him…something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“I hope those stitches are okay. I tried not to tie them off too tightly, but it has been quite some time since I last performed such a task.”

Your lips twitch, brows furrowing ever so slightly. In all your years, you’ve had your fair share of stitches with everything from catgut wire to medical-grade thread. With just the brief inspection you gave your sutures, you can tell they’re on the better side. You’d maybe even go so far as to say they’re on par with a medical professional. Perhaps this Hoseok character is a sea-lost doctor washed up on shore once upon a time, the same as you and Ollie. “What is this place?” you ask him, your fingers flexing around the empty cup clasped in your hands.

“A sea cave—”

“No. I mean, what is this whole place? Where are we, exactly?” Your eyes flick away from him, darting across the walls as if you tried hard enough that you could see through the dark stone and figure it out yourself.

“I believe your kind calls this place Black Rock Bay. Though, that’s truly a misnomer, considering the rocks in the bay are more of a dark blue than black, but I can see how one might make that mistake.”

You blink at him, the cogs in your mind trying desperately to lock the details into place. Two things stand out above all the others—your kind and Black Rock Bay. So, clearly not a medical professional, and, wait—

“We truly made it?” you whisper, your lips suddenly feeling numb and your tongue thick like molasses.

“Just you n’me.” Ollie’s voice slices through the silence, landing you harshly back into the very stark reality of what happened. Your eyes meet hers for a brief moment, and she winces, an apology already forming on her cracked lips.

You shake your head, addressing her before she can take back her words. “There were no other survivors?”

The question was addressed to Hoseok, but another voice answers you. “None that we’ve found thus far, but we are still searching the shore and the wreckage.”

You’re better than the sound that rips from your throat. Maybe if you hadn’t taken a knock to the head, you’d have been able to hold your ground and have suppressed the surprise. As it is, the unintelligible squawk you emit echoes around the cavernous chamber as your eyes widen on the figure emerging from the lagoon pool on the other side of the room.

Pearlescent scales ripple along strong arms as hands brace against the lip of the lagoon. The shimmery teardrop shapes spread over an impeccably defined chest, blending into the creamy skin of a toned stomach and narrow hips before ending at the ridged blue and green band of a…tail? The long, flowing appendage slides over the stone as the figure pushes themselves completely out of the lagoon opening.

Water slicks off of them, the soft sloshing sending a gentle spray of misted salt water into the air. You watch in abject shock as the scales slowly recede with every drop of moisture that wicks away as the newcomer quickly brushes a length of fabric they grabbed from a nearby shelf over their body.

You want to reach out and finger the wet lengths of hair that swing with their every movement, like scattered moonlight on ocean waves. You’ve never seen hair quite so bright; it’s even lighter than the wheat-colored curls adorning Ollie’s head.

It’s a mesmerizing sight, watching the way the glittering scales disappear, melting away to reveal smooth and supple skin as if they never existed. Slender legs take shape; flexing toes and taut muscles speak of a delicate grace you’d never have associated with the male form before. And male it is…the very breath in your lungs stills as your eyes catch on the faint outline of a very prominent appendage before it’s covered by the now-damp cloth as he wraps it around his waist.

Brilliant mocha-colored eyes meet yours, the center of a controlled, measured look that gives absolutely nothing away. “Easy, Cap,” Ollie whispers a moment before you feel her hand grazing along your jaw.

You firmly snap your gaping mouth shut.

“I wish I had better news to share with you. But I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the storm you attempted to sail through was not a kind one. You’re fortunate to be alive, the both of you.”

“Holy Shining Seas,” Ollie mumbles, her fingers crossing over her chest in a sign meant to ward off evil. It’s an automatic gesture, one she does without thought, ingrained in her from a young age; well before she met the fates of the streets.

Your fingers itch to make their own sign. The few weeks you spent with Sister Agatha in the convent are ones sorely hard to forget, even at the best of times. You’ve never been religious, far from it. But those two weeks made you feel closer to hell than the deepest trench of the ocean ever could.

Clenching your fingers closed in the quilt beneath you, your mouth pops open instead. “Y-you…wait, you—is that? Was that—you, uh, your—your skin,” the last word comes out barely louder than a whisper.

Hoseok stands and crosses the room, snagging a pair of trousers from an open chest. He tosses them at the newcomer, firmly scolding him, “You know better than to skin shift in front of humans. Why didn’t you come in through the central lagoon?”

At that moment another voice filters through the room, coming from the same direction Hoseok had entered through. Your eyes flick away from the first unknown male to the empty doorway, a second before a tall, silver-haired man wearing pants far too short for him, and nothing else appears. In his hands is a worn red cap.

“I told Jimin it was a bad idea. But, you know how he is, a will stronger than the southern currents.”

The stranger with the calculating gaze—Jimin, it seems—rolls his eyes and huffs out an annoyed breath. “Would rather rip it out like an urchin barb, Namjoon, get it over with. Better that way in the long of it, considering our visitors will be here for quite some time.”

Namjoon. Jimin. Hoseok. Your eyes flick between the three strangers, noting the same sense you got from Hoseok earlier also radiates from the other two. As you watch them exchange heated words, the low timbre of their voices making their words hard to discern, Jimin tugs on the trousers Hoseok threw at him, and you realize what that odd feeling is. They’re…perfect. Too perfect, otherworldly.

It’s unnerving.

And now you’re sure you know why. As plain as the pearlescent scales and tail, the truth screams at you from the smooth skin of their foreheads to the perfectly straight, white teeth behind their rose-hued lips. No mere human could be so pristine. Clearly, the bewitching nature of a siren isn’t just exaggerated prose reserved for their voices.

“Is that Red’s cap?” Ollie asks, her voice low, meant only for your ears.

You force your eyes away from studying their faces to the crumpled lump clasped in Namjoon’s hands. It’s a detail your brain registered earlier but clearly was too muddled to fully comprehend.

“Where did you find that?” you ask, but you are only met with silence in response. The three males are still caught up in their soft bickering. You give Ollie a sidelong look, your face pinched in a frown before demanding louder, “Excuse me!”

Your barked words echo through the chamber, rebounding ten-fold and making even you wince at the sharp, biting sound.

“Where did you find that?” Ollie’s voice fills the sudden silence as she nods her head at the red cap in Namjoon’s grip.

Namjoon loosens his hold on the worn red fabric, the once vibrant carmine faded by the salt and sun to a tawny vermilion. An unmistakable blob of golden thread peeks out from one of the edges where Jory ‘Red’ Meander had haphazardly tried to stitch together a hole put there by a disgruntled card companion.

He had a penchant for gambling, not always with honest intentions, either. A scoundrel with a quick smile and charming hazel eyes. Despite being barely old enough to be let loose from his mother’s skirts, Jory joined your crew mere weeks before you got it in your head to chart a course for Black Rock Bay, demanding with a puffed-out chest that everyone refer to him as ‘Red’, like the color of his hat and the blood spilled at the end of his rapier, from here on out. Said it was a better-suited name for a future pirate mogul than Jory.

A few nights into your journey towards Black Roy Back, as you sat with Red in the crow’s nest watching the moon slip through the sky, he confessed that he actually chose the name Red because it reminded him of his mother with her fiery red hair and spit-fire attitude. But he figured that wouldn’t be a very pirate-like reason. He honestly had no business on your ship…but you were desperate for a full crew and, well—

“I-uh, I found it on the beach…I followed your footsteps back through the jungle.” Namjoon clears his throat before stepping close and offering the cap to you. “There was a man…a boy, really. His body—I’m sorry.”

You hesitantly take the hat. The soft fabric flops over the back of your hand, and a memory flashes through your mind. Red screaming at you, the stupid hat he refused to ever take off, sluicing the stinging water into his eyes, hauling you bodily through the turbulent water. Red forcing you above water, pleading with you to hold on…

Tears fill your eyes, but you don’t let them fall. Anger replaces the hurt pounding away in your chest. You will not fall apart now…not when…fuck. You furiously wipe at your eyes, sniffing back the burn welling in your nose. Red would laugh and waggle his brows at you if he knew you were getting choked up over him.

“Have you found others? Bodies, I mean.”

Jimin and Namjoon share a look, an exchange of words without making a sound.

Red. Jameson. McLaughlin. Straub. Okiro.

From the descriptions provided to you by Namjoon and Jimin, you mentally etch their names into your psyche. Men whose loyalty you once questioned are now forever lost to this world because of your petty grievances and selfish desires. And more yet to be confirmed…

You worry the edge of your thumbnail, fisting the red cap in your other hand over and over.

“Maybe ya should eat somethin’, Cap.”

You can’t bring yourself to look at Ollie right now, lest you might not be able to fight back the tears any longer. “I’m fine, Ol.”

“Some rest then,” Jimin says. “Hoseok, if you take Olivia to the storage room, you might be able to find her something a bit more fitting to wear in the alder chest, the one with the iron straps. You know which I mean?”

Hoseok makes an agreeable sound. You snap out of your stupor enough to realize Ollie stands up without so much as a mutterance of protest. In fact, she almost seemed eager as she took Hoseok’s hand, and he pulled her to her feet. There is a look on her face that you’ve never seen there before…it almost looks like longing. But that can’t be because that’s absolutely absurd. However, there she goes, giving you a girlish wave and mumbling, “Later, Cap. Get some rest, ‘k?”, as she allows Hoseok to lead her from the room.

“Wait, Ol—”

But just like that, Ollie walks out without so much as a backward glance before you can get the protest out of your mouth, her focus now solely on the male at her side. She has that same silly, infatuated look on her face.

And now you’re alone—alone with two strange males who are looking at you like you’re the most interesting thing they’ve ever come across. Perhaps you are…but most likely, they’re trying to come up with the best way to pick your bones clean.

You can feel the heat drain from your face, receding from the tips of your fingers and toes, turning into a wash of icy chills down your spine. You’ve heard enough songs about this…you know what happens next, yet you can’t get your body to do what you want it to. All you can do is stare, your eyes moving between the two males, your fingers holding a death grip on Red’s cap.

“Hungry?” Jimin asks, his eyes flicking to Namjoon.

Something is wrong…something is very wrong.

The taller male tilts his head to the side, eyes sliding up and down your seated form. “Yeah, Jimin, I’m hungry.”

You swallow hard, trying not to let the sudden wave of fear curdling in your belly show. Maybe Red should have just let the sea take you…

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miniminimermaid · 5 months ago

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WHY IS JIMIN ALWAYS IN PAIN??

#siren says #brooo por mimi #second trip and bros still got the bubble guts 😭#PLUS THE WATER GUN ATTACK??#and the bloody lip #jimin: ‘siempre yo 😟😞’#o muse!: jimin

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minxmut-cafe · 1 month ago

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7. The Depths Revealed

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Fantasy Au.

Authors note: HERE is the 7th chapter! I've also opened a Kofi page so if you're interested in my writing your support would be appreciated.

General Warning: Smut, crude language, angst, fluffy, gorey themes, lil bit of torture,

Will Jimin uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will the ocean's power drown them all

MASTERLIST

Jimin left the royal chambers with his mind clouded by more questions than answers. The king's words had filled the gaps in his understanding but left new mysteries in their place. Who was the princess, truly? What was she now—a creature of the abyss, a siren haunting the waters? And the maid, with her cryptic presence and strange knowledge—what was her connection to all this?

The shadowy figure he’d seen in the bathing chambers haunted his thoughts. Was it an embodiment of the princess, or something else entirely? Every detail, every word from the king, swirled in his mind like a storm. He felt trapped in the web of secrets, desperate to untangle the threads and understand the truth.

His footsteps echoed down the silent corridors as he made his way to the bathing chambers. The space, usually a haven of peace, called to him now as a place to sort his thoughts. He dismissed the servants with a wave of his hand, their bows and curtsies barely registering in his mind.

“Leave me,” he said, his voice firmer than he felt. “I wish to be alone.”

The maids exchanged glances but obeyed, filing out quietly until he was the only one left.

He undressed and stepped into the warm water, letting it lap against his skin. The heat eased the tension in his muscles, but it did little to calm the storm within. He leaned back, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, willing his mind to still.

But the calm didn’t last.

The atmosphere shifted subtly at first, like the air growing heavier. A faint ripple disturbed the water, its source invisible. The warmth of the bath seemed to seep away, replaced by a chilling cold that made his skin prickle. His breath hitched, his senses on edge.

Opening his eyes, he glanced around the chamber, half-expecting to find someone watching him. Instead, he saw the water darkening, the once-clear surface now murky and shadowed. His heart raced as unease crept through him.

The ripples grew stronger, and in the dim light, he saw it—the shadow. It moved beneath the surface, graceful and predatory, circling closer with each pass. His chest tightened as the familiar figure began to emerge.

The siren.

She rose from the depths like a specter, her form both alluring and terrifying. Her long, flowing hair shimmered like liquid midnight, and her dark eyes held a depth that seemed to pull him in, threatening to drown him. She was breathtaking, a perfect embodiment of the ocean's beauty and its danger.

It was as if the abyss itself had created her, pausing only to make her flawless. She fit the description of the princess perfectly, and yet there was something darker, something primal and untamed about her presence.

“Prince Jimin,” she said, her voice a melody laced with both sweetness and something far more sinister. “You look troubled.”

Jimin’s breath caught as she swam closer, her movements fluid and hypnotic. Her gaze never left him, and he felt like a deer caught in the eyes of a predator.

“Are you...” he began, his voice faltering before he gathered his courage. “Are you the princess?”

The siren tilted her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. “Am I?” she replied, her tone teasing and noncommittal. “Would it change anything if I were?”

Jimin frowned, frustration flaring in his chest. “How are you here? You’re supposed to be trapped beneath the ocean.”

Her smile deepened, and she swam closer, her proximity making the air around him feel heavier. “Ah,” she said, her voice lilting, “I am both here and not. You see, I didn’t escape... not entirely.”

He stared at her, confused. “What does that mean?”

She giggled, the sound light yet chilling. “I created a shadow of myself,” she explained, her gaze holding his. “A reflection, if you will. The maid, as you call her, is me. She’s there to keep you company until you find me.”

Jimin’s mind reeled at the revelation. “If the maid is you, then how are you both here and there?”

She swirled around him, her movements slow and deliberate. “It’s simple,” she said, her voice like silk. “As long as one of us is submerged in water, the other can walk the land. But only one of us at a time.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. “Where is the maid now?”

The siren smirked, her tone mockingly casual. “Drowning somewhere, probably. But don’t worry; she’ll be fine. We’re one and the same, after all.”

He exhaled sharply, exasperated by her cryptic demeanor. She was testing him, toying with him like a predator playing with its prey.

The siren drew closer, her gaze intense as she studied him. “You are to Ignis Solari,” she said softly, “what I was to Nerithal.”

Her fingers brushed his collarbone, sending a shiver down his spine. Slowly, she let her hand trail to his neck, her touch feather-light yet impossibly cold.

“You were chosen by fire,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming. “Just as I was chosen by the abyss. The darkness calls to you, Jimin. It always has.”

Her hand moved to his jawline, her thumb brushing against his skin. “But are you strong enough to answer?”

Jimin’s breath hitched as her fingers traced the curve of his lips, her touch lingering. His heart raced, a mixture of fear, fascination, and something he couldn’t quite name. She was testing his resolve, pushing him to the edge of his composure.

“You’re an enigma,” he said quietly, his voice unsteady.

Her smile widened, her dark eyes glittering with amusement. “And you, Prince Jimin, are a flame dancing on the edge of shadow. Perhaps we’re not so different after all.”

She lingered, her presence overwhelming, as though she were daring him to fall into the abyss with her. The water around them rippled softly, the silence stretching as the tension between them grew.

And Jimin, caught between his fear and his fascination, could do nothing but watch as the siren—the princess—continued to blur the lines between reality and the abyss.

Jimin’s pulse quickened as the siren—no, the princess—lingered closer. Her words, cryptic and teasing, wound around his thoughts like vines, pulling him deeper into the mystery of her existence. The chill in the water seemed to seep into his very bones, but he found himself unable to pull away.

“Not so different,” he repeated softly, his voice laced with doubt. “You say that as if you know me.”

The siren tilted her head, her dark eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. “Don’t I?” she asked, her voice like a melody laced with mischief. “You’ve been searching, haven’t you? Searching for something you couldn’t name. A purpose. A truth. The abyss calls to those who seek, Jimin. And you—”

Her fingers trailed lightly across his jaw, her touch cold and deliberate. “—you are already listening.”

Jimin flinched at her touch, his skin prickling with unease and a strange, reluctant pull. He stared into her eyes, trying to resist the strange spell she seemed to weave around him. “If the abyss is calling me,” he said, his voice firmer now, “then tell me why. What does it want from me?”

The siren’s smile widened, her sharp teeth glinting faintly in the dim light. “Why does fire burn?” she countered, her tone both mocking and profound. “Why does the tide rise and fall? The abyss does not want—it simply is. And you, dear prince, are caught in its current.”

Her words frustrated him, their meaning slipping through his grasp like sand through his fingers. “Enough of this cryptic nonsense,” he snapped, his voice rising. “If you are the princess, if you are more than just a creature of the depths, then tell me. Who are you truly? What are you?”

The siren’s playful demeanor faltered for a moment, her gaze sharpening. The water around them rippled, as if reflecting her sudden change in mood.

“I am the abyss,” she said softly, her voice carrying a gravity that sent a shiver down his spine. “I am its voice, its form, its prisoner. And I am the princess of Nerithal, cursed to its depths.”

The revelation hung in the air like a weight, the truth pressing down on him. The siren—the princess—was not just a creature born of the ocean; she was the ocean, or at least some fragment of its eternal, consuming power.

Jimin’s breath caught as her fingers traced his collarbone once more, her touch lingering as she studied him with an almost predatory curiosity. “And you,” she continued, her voice softening into something almost tender, “are its answer.”

He frowned, the weight of her words pressing heavily on him. “Answer? To what?”

“To me,” she whispered, her lips curling into a faint smile.

Her response unsettled him, but before he could question further, she leaned closer, her face mere inches from his. He could feel the cold of her presence, the darkness that clung to her like a shroud. Her gaze bore into his, as if searching for something hidden deep within him.

“Do you remember,” she asked suddenly, her tone shifting to something more playful, “our first encounter?”

Jimin blinked, confusion knitting his brow. “What first encounter?”

The siren’s lips formed a pout, mocking and exaggerated. “Oh, dear prince,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Have you already forgotten? I’m wounded.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but her sudden laughter—rich and echoing—cut him off. The sound filled the chamber, reverberating through the water like a song. It was haunting, beautiful, and laced with a hint of danger.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” she mused, her tone turning almost contemplative. “You were young. So fragile. But you felt the call even then.”

Jimin’s mind raced, her words tugging at something deep within him—a memory buried beneath layers of time and silence. But before he could grasp it, the siren leaned closer, her hand rising to rest lightly against his chest, just above his heart.

“You’ll remember,” she murmured, her voice a soft promise. “When the time is right, you’ll remember everything.”

Her touch sent a jolt through him, and for a moment, the chamber seemed to fade away. The world around him felt distant, as if he were being pulled into another reality, another time. But just as quickly as the sensation came, it was gone, leaving him breathless and disoriented.

The siren smiled, satisfied, as she began to retreat, her form dissolving into the dark water like mist. “Until then, my prince,” she said, her voice lingering even as her presence faded. “I’ll be waiting.”

The water stilled, the oppressive weight in the air lifting as the chamber returned to its previous calm. Jimin was left alone, his heart pounding and his mind reeling.

Whatever this was—whatever she was—it was far from over.

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