#very informal but merman geto with big arms and lean waist and sexy aura

[mimiriko]

thinking about swimming in the ocean alone at night and meeting merman!geto, when you’re far enough from the shore that your feet dont touch the ground. a guilty pleasure, not a soul knows where you are submerged in cool waters.

and you’re used to feeling tingles of passing fishes, sometimes rocks and plastic brushing against your legs from the waves. nothing scares you. its an odd sentiment, but you feel at home. with tiny life around your feet, continuing whatever they were doing and accepting you as a part of their system.

but then, you see it— a dark outline in the waters. drawing up alarmingly close to you and you hold your breath. the moonlight shows nothing more than a shadow stagnant meters in front of you. you’re not prepared, empty handed and floating helplessly. a beat passes, a wave forms in the distance, and when it crashes, it leaves.

the next day, it comes again. a little closer, but that seemed to be an accident because it goes back to the same place. the movement of water makes it hard to find its eyes, but you’re sure its looking at you—a gut instinct.

a startling screech from a seagull echos and it’s gone once again.

and the cycle continues. a new addition to your small family under the sea, and you dont know what to feel. scared? strangely, not even in the slightest. there’s another feeling, but you rather not come to terms with it; it’ll only heighten your hunger for adventure.

the distance grows smaller by an inch everyday. it gets bolder, swims and skirts around a bubble it’s limiting itself to. but it’s enough for you to see scales gleaming under the stars. a pretty ombré of royal blue to mulberry, a glossy shine covering it. marred by black scars, scraps littered across the surface— but the strength, the vigor it has in its movements shows that they are victory marks.

but what really gets your heart to stop, blood gushing in your ears and your eyes bulging is the skin divided from the scales. human skin, porcelain human skin.

it comes nearer and you make no move to turn the other way, to flail and run to the shore because the scales you saw was on a tail, and the skin above was a stomach and chest scarily similar to a males’.

it—he? stays beneath the surface, long ebony hair flowing gracefully around his face, features still a little blurry.

and then, he comes up.

everything is sharpened, completely bare without a barrier between you. inky, hauntingly beautiful eyes swallow you whole, slick hair clinging to his head with just the tips still underwater. ghost white skin, wet and awfully smooth.

a fallen star in a bottomless ocean.

“it’s cold in the water this time of year, human. much too cold for you to be here.”

it’s talking.

the temperature drops with his words, and the bite of winter hits you hard out of nowhere. “‘s nothing i can’t handle.”

he hums, low and laced with silk. “and yet you’re shivering.” he points out, the ends of his lips curving upwards.

a shaky breath betrays you, the vapor fizzling out in front of him. his words are jumbling in your head and you’re blanking out. “you’ve been watching me for months, now you notice?”

“i was deciding,” he pauses, “if i should show myself.”

his words hang in the air. you feel overwhelmed, flooded with the implications. like a slap to your face, your wonder for him disappeared.

you’ve meet an unknown creature. a creature identical to myths, a upper half sculpted similar to a human and the lower half thinning out to form a tail.

and it can harm you, kill you— snatch your soul quietly while you’re still in his territory. your parents won’t ever recover, they’ll blame themselves for your adventures, won’t ever look at the ocean the same again. friends will whisper your ending until parents pull their children away from lakes, ponds, seas because your blood is spilled, and no one knows how.

no one will ever know that the myths are real, and they are as curious of the world above as we are of the world underneath.

“why did you?” you whisper, barely audible over the rippling waves. a delicate question, three words but it can uncover everything.

the silence that followed you couldn’t process. waiting for him to say something so that muddled (embarrassed?) look on his face can disappear. your fingers start to feel pruny, and your legs feel sore all over.

just when you muster a thought to swim back, a chance to put this encounter behind you, hitting the bed and to just forget— his jaw clenches.

“tired of seeing nothing but legs, at least i have a face to put on them now.”

with a huff and an oddly immature splash of his tail, he dives back underneath.

you’re too dazed to have seen the red on his ears, a shy wiggle of his tail.

(he’s never met a human before.)

[massivelynervousprincess]

Awwww I love this!!! “Tired of seeing nothing but legs, at least I have a face to put on them now” 🤭 🧜‍♂️

thinking about swimming in the ocean alone at night and meeting merman!geto, when you’re far enough from the shore that your feet dont touch the ground. a guilty pleasure, not a soul knows where you are submerged in cool waters.

and you’re used to feeling tingles of passing fishes, sometimes rocks and plastic brushing against your legs from the waves. nothing scares you. its an odd sentiment, but you feel at home. with tiny life around your feet, continuing whatever they were doing and accepting you as a part of their system.

but then, you see it— a dark outline in the waters. drawing up alarmingly close to you and you hold your breath. the moonlight shows nothing more than a shadow stagnant meters in front of you. you’re not prepared, empty handed and floating helplessly. a beat passes, a wave forms in the distance, and when it crashes, it leaves.

the next day, it comes again. a little closer, but that seemed to be an accident because it goes back to the same place. the movement of water makes it hard to find its eyes, but you’re sure its looking at you—a gut instinct.

a startling screech from a seagull echos and it’s gone once again.

and the cycle continues. a new addition to your small family under the sea, and you dont know what to feel. scared? strangely, not even in the slightest. there’s another feeling, but you rather not come to terms with it; it’ll only heighten your hunger for adventure.

the distance grows smaller by an inch everyday. it gets bolder, swims and skirts around a bubble it’s limiting itself to. but it’s enough for you to see scales gleaming under the stars. a pretty ombré of royal blue to mulberry, a glossy shine covering it. marred by black scars, scraps littered across the surface— but the strength, the vigor it has in its movements shows that they are victory marks.

but what really gets your heart to stop, blood gushing in your ears and your eyes bulging is the skin divided from the scales. human skin, porcelain human skin.

it comes nearer and you make no move to turn the other way, to flail and run to the shore because the scales you saw was on a tail, and the skin above was a stomach and chest scarily similar to a males’.

it—he? stays beneath the surface, long ebony hair flowing gracefully around his face, features still a little blurry.

and then, he comes up.

everything is sharpened, completely bare without a barrier between you. inky, hauntingly beautiful eyes swallow you whole, slick hair clinging to his head with just the tips still underwater. ghost white skin, wet and awfully smooth.

a fallen star in a bottomless ocean.

“it’s cold in the water this time of year, human. much too cold for you to be here.”

it’s talking.

the temperature drops with his words, and the bite of winter hits you hard out of nowhere. “‘s nothing i can’t handle.”

he hums, low and laced with silk. “and yet you’re shivering.” he points out, the ends of his lips curving upwards.

a shaky breath betrays you, the vapor fizzling out in front of him. his words are jumbling in your head and you’re blanking out. “you’ve been watching me for months, now you notice?”

“i was deciding,” he pauses, “if i should show myself.”

his words hang in the air. you feel overwhelmed, flooded with the implications. like a slap to your face, your wonder for him disappeared.

you have encountered an unknown creature. a creature identical to myths: a upper half sculpted similar to a human and the lower half thinning out to form a tail.

and it can harm you, kill you— snatch your soul quietly while you’re still in his territory. your parents won’t ever recover, they’ll blame themselves for your adventures, won’t ever look at the ocean the same again. friends will whisper your tragic ending until parents pull their children away from lakes, ponds, seas because your blood is spilled, and no one knows how.

no one will ever know that the myths are real, and they are as curious of the world above as we are of the world underneath.

“why did you?” you whisper, barely audible over the rippling waves. a delicate question, three words but it can uncover all of his feelings.

the silence that followed you couldn’t process. waiting for him to say something so that muddled (embarrassed?) look on his face can disappear. your fingers start to feel pruny, and your legs feel sore all over.

just when you muster a thought to swim back, a chance to put this encounter behind you, hitting the bed and to just forget— his jaw clenches.

“tired of seeing nothing but legs, at least i have a face to put on them now.”

with a huff and an oddly immature splash of his tail, he dives back underneath.

you’re too dazed to have seen the red on his ears, a shy wiggle of his tail.

(he’s never met a human before.)