#merperson

🐉 Liu Kang

★ Liu Kang was just meditating near a hidden coastal temple when a divine presence overwhelmed his senses. Immediately he was drawn to it. And with that, encountered you—basking on a rock, singing softly. You mistook him for a sea spirit at first, which amused him quite a bit.

★ His initial reaction was reverent—most definitely intrigued. Liu Kang sees beauty in all life forms, and you are no exception. Your aura attracts him, he finds it serene and ethereal. He greeted you as an equal, not a curiosity.

★ Your worlds are so different, it took him several months to ensure your connection was genuine and not born of novelty. Making it official after month four.

★ He made you a necklace with a pretty jade charm wrapped in golden wire. Wrapping it around your neck one night (during a full moon because he’s sentimental like that) He simply declared “From now on, until the stars fall from the sky, I am yours.” You gladly accepted.

★ It’s been over a year since then. He warms the shallow waters you dwell occasionally for when you’re cold, and you bring him pearls. Lots of them. He’s kept every single one in a pouch on his hip. (It’s getting a bit heavy)

★ While you teach him sea songs, he tells you celestial stories. (He has many, many many celestial stories…) Sometimes, he’ll show you human calligraphy on flat stones as well. You enjoy and appreciate the effort.

★ You’ll rest your tail on his lap while he meditates.

★ sometimes he’ll play with your hair, most times it’s you playing with his.

★ Floating together beneath the stars, Liu holds your hand beneath the waves. “Did you know your eyes reflect the moonlight better than the ocean?” He whispers. You flick water in his face, flushed and gills flaring. “You literally glow.” You softly giggle.

•••

🪷 Kung Lao

★ While skinny dipping (against better judgment) he saw you lounging nearby. He caught your eye, (duh) and you teased him without mercy. He scrambled out of the water—flustered and beyond enchanted while his hands flew to his crotch.

★ Of course after his initial shock—he pulled up his boxers (dampened immediately by his lack of grace) and flirted like no tomorrow. It was…charming in a dumb human-man kind of way.

★ It took only three months to make things official between the two of you. Impulsive yes, but no less sincere.

★ He carved a token out of his own hats metal lining—a small crescent moon charm. (He has a chip in his hat as an every day reminder of you.) Offering it to you as a keepsake, you chirped and trilled with excitement. That was sentimental to you.

★ A year and a half later, and you two are still going strong! He teaches you dumb surface slang while you teach him how to whistle underwater. (Turns out, it’s nearly impossible for humans to do so)

★ Kung Lao is the type to get all giddy and excited when he holds his breath long enough to surprise you. (You are overly impressed every time.)

★ He brings you fruits from the surface, and sometimes even these things called dumplings. He insists that he’s teaching you the ‘epitome of land culture’. You take in every word, fascinated.

★ you’ll braid hand made seashell beads into his hair with his head in your lap. (He falls asleep more than half the time and wakes up with sun kissed skin. Sometimes sunburn…)

★ One evening while attempting to impress you, Kung Lao tried to surf on some makeshift board of tree bark, immediately wiping out into the water below.

★ You laughed so hard you snorted, watching as he resurfaced—sputtering, but grinning stupidly. “I meant to do that, by the way.” He says standing up triumphantly in the knee deep water. You shook your head, rolling your eyes while swimming a few circles around him lazily. “Mhmm, of course, very smooth.”

•••

⚡️Raiden

★ Raiden had encountered you during a lightning storm over a coastal temple while on a solo mission. Seeing a shimmer in the waters, he followed the light—only to find you tangled in a net….

★ Looking at you, Raiden was shocked, in awe—and also a little nervous. He didn’t believe merfolk were real, and now here you were—literally thanking him as he cut the net loose. Right after, you vanished with a smile, leaving him stunned and longing. He couldn’t stop thinking about you since that moment.

★ One week turned into three months. Then six. The recurring visits built a tight bond between the two of you.

★ And before he knew it, you had ‘claimed’ him with a kiss and a nip to his lips. Gifting him a strand of kelp with your magic woven through it, tying it around his wrist. He’s been wearing it for two years now.

★ He teaches you about agriculture and harvest festivals, occasionally bringing plums or pears for you. You tell him about sea rituals and even teach him a prayer to say before entering the ocean out of ‘respect for the tides’

★ He hums the melodies you taught him when he is stressed and away from you. And you often find yourself relating him to the color blue. Especially the one that shows when exploring the coral reefs—when the sun hits the water just right. Pretty and deep.

★ Tonight, Raiden stands ankle deep in the water, bowing slightly, extending his hand to hand you a gift, you giggle, and instead of taking the bundle immediately, you swam closer, reaching and and managing to poke his nose while he bowed, a small zap sparking between you.

★ Raiden’s eyes shoot open and he flushes, stumbling back, he laughs. Boyish and genuine, making you light up. Finally taking the gift, you tilt your head, teasing him. “You’re adorable when flustered.” He simply looked away, trying to will his blush away. “Yes, yes—please open your gift now…”

•••

🎬 Johnny Cage

★ He was filming a water based action movie and almost drowned trying to impress the damn crew. You saved him and instantly became the ‘mysterious sea beauty’. The tabloids never shut up about it.

★ Johnny was is complete disbelief—before snapping into an immediate desperation for your number. (You have no number…)

★ After about two weeks of hilarious, failed date attempts—you began actually enjoying his company.

★ It was official within one month. He had set up a sushi picnic on the sand for the two of you. It was cute for the first few minutes until the wind blew sand all over the food…(it was the thought that flattered you.)

★ Ten months passed since then. And he’s built a floating dock retreat just to be near you. Occasionally filming you when you’re simply floating on your back or lazily laying on your stomach with your tail behind you, fins soaking in the sun.

★ He brags about you constantly. Definitely trying to make a movie based off your love story.

★ You help him rehearse lines with exaggerated mimicry, teasing him and his people’s way of ‘entertainment’ but you are fascinated by it nonetheless.

★ Johnny has custom waterproof jewelry made for you. One of them being a charm bracelet with gold plated mini sunglasses.

★ Bursting through the surface, gasping. He huffed out with a grin “forty two seconds! C’mon! Personal best right there!” You just laugh, emerging with him. “Quite impressive…just don’t drown trying to rehearse lines below surface, okay…?”

★ “okay—okay—I hear you. No drowning for the drama.” You flick water at him, hiding your smile under the water.

•••

🗡️ Kenshi Takahashi

★ Kenshi met you while tracking a lost artifact near a coastal village. He had just begun to understand Sento, and was meditating near the ocean to focus. He heard a splash, which had been you, watching, curious, lying on the sand with your chin propped in your hand.

★ He was intrigued, not afraid. His life had been full of war and loss, so meeting a mythical being that radiated serenity was jarring—but comforting.

★ Though he can’t see you, he often remarks about feeling your presence.

★ “You know, I’m aware of your gaze…” He simply said out. You froze, flushed, and replied “Simply curious about the blind swordsman meditating near my waters…”

★ He often said your company felt like sunlight reflecting on calm water. And that made you feel a little attached…your kindness eventually chipped away at his guarded exterior.

★ Roughly six months passed and the two of you had built trust. You had helped him express his emotional vulnerabilities. He made you feel protected in a spiritual sense. Even when parted.

★ Every visit, every shared silence, every gentle touch over the days sealed something permanent between you.

★ Resting near your ocean grotto one afternoon, Kenshi reached out and brushed a lock of wet hair from your face. He whispered that “even in darkness, you’re the brightest thing I’ve known in years.”

★ You cupped his face and gently pulled him into a salt tinted kiss. Afterward, he simply stayed rather than his usual departure. That was the first night he had fallen asleep on the rocks with you. Curled up in each other’s damp warmth.

★ one year later and he still likes to polish seashells into small charms and present them to you with intense sincerity. You accept every single one.

★ Definitely trains by the shore so you can continue to be fascinated by your ‘blind swordsman’

★ you’ve made him a coral beaded necklace. He wears it proudly and threatens Johnny any time he tries to tease him about it.

★ The moon was just beginning to rise, and you were resting on a rock near a bonfire Kenshi had built. He’s quietly cooking you fish, and you’re humming something ancient and slow. Something that tugs at his heart every time.

★ “You’re doing that thing again,” he says.

★ “What thing…?”

★ “Sounding like I don’t deserve you.”

★ You flushed and traced your fingertip into the wet sand, drawing a nervous little swirl. He simply chuckles, rare and soft. Walking over, kneeling and reaching for your hand. You guide it to your heart.

★ “You do.” You whisper bashfully, letting him plant a kiss to your palm, cradling your hand like it was made of starlight.

•••

🔥 Kuai Liang

★ Kuai Liang stumbled upon you while tracking a cultist through a misty coastal forest. It was near a hidden inlet. He found the enemy there, left him limping away, before he shot his head around to scan the water…

★ He heard something—someone…and followed the soft humming. That’s when he found you, sunbathing on a rock in the early morning light. You startled him, yet he hadn’t tried to flee, or attack.

★ You smiled, tilting your head before lifting your hand to wave at him. Greeting him softly. He was wary of that. Immediately assuming you were a sea spirit or siren trying to lure him to his death.

★ However, he sensed no malice after staring at you for a moment longer. And despite his natural reserve, he lowered his guard. Slightly.

★ your ethereal presence unnerved him. But your calm nature and the way your energy chipped away at his doubt made him fold eventually.

★ It took seven months for Kuai Liang to understand he had fallen in love with you.

★ and when he told you, kneeling at the shore with a jade stone in hand, you took it. Seeing that as the link between the two of you. Five months had passed since then. You’ve know each other a year. But those Five months? They’ve been filled with affection, whispered nothings. Promises of forever and more.

★ He braids your hair, kissing your temple while doing so.

★ Trains near your cove and always makes sure you’re close. He’s clingy but in denial about it.

★ You’re lounging, humming with your tail half in the water and upper body sprawled on the sand. Kuai was meditating at the edge of the water near you. One hand in the water as to feel your presence.

★ Suddenly—a burst of warm water splashes over him, and there you are, smirking and trying not to giggle.

★ “You’re playful today” he sighed, not quite annoyed though.

★ “And you’re too serious.” You reply, flicking water again.

★ He grunts and calmly stands. “Do not tempt me.” He simply warns.

★ “Or what?” You smirk.

★ Instead of answering, he steps into the water, then very calmly…dunks you. A playful battle in the water ensues, until you’re both tangled up, flushed and cackling.

•••

🌫️ Tomas

★ You met each other during a storm.

★Tomas had been sent on a recon mission to a remote coastal region when a freak storm had knocked his ship off course. He barely made it to the rocky shore, coughing up seawater, his powers flickering, smoke pluming from him faintly like he was a crash dummy gone successful

★ You found him on the sand. And at first, you thought he was a dying sky dweller. That was until he groaned and muttered, “Kuai Liang’s gonna be livid…” then, he tried to sit up.

★ You dragged him away from the rising tide with strong arms and whispered “You shouldn’t be here…”

★ When his vision cleared and he saw your shimmering tail and sea glass eyes, he blinked slowly.

★ “Am I dreaming…?”

★ You smiled. “Only if you think this is the afterlife.”

★ Tomas is kind at heart, so while confused, he wasn’t frightened when first meeting you. He was in awe.

★ You healed him with salt and sea herbs, and he stared at your webbed hands like they were performing magic. He wanted to understand you badly….not out of duty, no. But out of honest curiosity.

★ Your relationship happened gradually. About a month and you were comfortable with each other in a way that was special.

★ You’d talk at the edge of the tide, or while he stood on the rocks as you floated just beneath the surface.

★ You would ask about the world beyond the sea. And he would query if you believed in fate.

★ He started bringing you all sorts of thoughtful things. A small book of poetry he attempted to seal with wax in order for it to stay safe from the salt water. (It was iffy. Smudged by the third week. Still, he would perfect a ‘water proof’ book for you eventually.)

★ He brought you a bit of woven cloth that smelled of fire and pine. A charm made of Smokey quartz.

★ One night, after nearly losing losing him in a skirmish with an enemy, you cried into the waves. Uncertain if he’d come back. You were frightened.

★ When he returned, battered and bruised—but still standing, he just knelt and whispered “everything’s okay, I’m here.”

★ You were overwhelmed. With all of the emotions. And kissed him that night under the moonlight. And the ocean, the chaotic spirit she was, had stilled for once.

★ Tomas made it official the next evening with his own worn ring. A simple silver band he had on a string around his neck for years. (It was too small to fit any of his fingers.) It was something from his past. He gave it to you.

★ you gave him a braided cord of pearls and woven kelp that tightened with a spell only you knew. “So you’ll always find your way back to me.”

★ He hadn’t taken it off since.

★ You two have been together nearly two years now. Long enough to know each others silences. Long enough that you know when you’re both looking at the moon despite the occasional distance.

★ Light was creeping across the rocks as you surfaced tonight. He’s already there, sitting cross legged with a hooded like cloak wrapped around him. Smoke coiling lazily around him, as if he were relaxed but eager. Simply just waiting for you.

★ You him softly to announce yourself, and he looks up with that cute smile of his. “I brought something.” He says, holding out a carved bit of driftwood shaped like a whale.

★ Your eyes lit up, and you softly laughed. “Did you carve this yourself…?” You asked genuinely.

★ He shrugs. “I’m not just smoke and knives, you know.”

★ You lean forward, and kiss his knuckles. “You’re my favorite.”

★ Tomas flushed, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in close. There’s salt in your hair, soot on his fingertips, and nothing between you but the sea, the sky and the bond that was unbreakable.

•••

⚙️ Cyrax

★ Cyrax was scouting near an abandoned fortress—investigating strange energy readings—when she found you injured in a rock pool after a storm. You couldn’t get back to sea due to your injured tail. Instead of alerting the Lin Kuei, she carefully patched you up, made a fire to warm you and stayed until the tides rose.

★ When first seeing you, she was stunned. Witnessing something so beautiful and mythical—in such a vulnerable state—made some emotions stir in her chest.

★ She felt protective, fascinated, and definitely overwhelmed. Especially with how gentle your energy was compared to her usual kombat world. She tried to act professional, but her voice always softened when speaking to you.

★ Two weeks and her curiosity won out over protocol.

★ She kept returning under the guise of ‘monitoring activity’ but always brought food, tools, and stories. She became your unofficial guardian, and one day you asked, “Do you come here for duty or for me…?”

★ The silence told you everything

★ When she had shown her face for the first time, revealing a beautiful—fleshy face—you fell in love even deeper. (Yes you were in love with the suit before you found out it was a person inside the suit.).

★ More visits led to deeper conversations. And the two of you bonded. She asked you if it was mad that she wanted to ‘woo’ a merperson.

★ You said ‘absolutely.’ But still indulged.

★ One time she confessed that “I’d rather spend time with you than return to base” (whatever that was.) You expressed that you wished she could stay forever.

★ She kissed you while you were still dripping in seawater.

★ six months and counting. She’s the best thing that has ever happened in your entire fishy little existence.

★ records and analyzes your singing. Calling it ‘data that warms the suit’s circuits’ right…

★ You create little ritual exchanges—she brings you salvaged gadgets from sunken ships, and you wrap her wrist with sea woven threads that remind her of you every time she looks at it.

★ You love to rest on her lap, her hand gently stroking your hair/face as she softly recounts tedious training her grandmaster puts her through.

★ Swimming lazily around her as she kneels in a coastal rock, watching the stars reflecting above, she reaches down and says “My scanners read that your heart rate rises in close proximity to me.” You nod, giggling while pulling her closer to the edge so you can nuzzle into her neck.

★ “It’s a joyous reaction, i promise.”

•••

❄️ Bi-Han

★ You were captured.

★ The Lin Kuei had detected an unidentified energy signature beneath the northern coastal waters—strange, shifting, ancient. Bi-Han insisted that he investigate himself. Hence your kidnapping. That was your first impression of the notorious assassin known as Sub-Zero.

★ You woke up in a containment tank, disoriented, your tail pressed against the reinforced glass. And there he was—standing outside the pod, arms folded, watching you with unreadable eyes.

★ “I hadn’t expected something so…human.” He muttered.

★ You bared your teeth, brow furrowed in irritation. “I didn’t expect something so cold.”

★ He smirked. Just a little. And that was the first crack in the ice.

★ Being analytical, skeptical, and deeply guarded, Bi-Han assumed you were a threat—until you started speaking that is. (Mans didn’t give you the time to speak when he first saw you before capturing your scaled ass—but we digress)

★ When you refused to give up your oceans secrets despite being held in a Lin Kuei facility, he was both frustrated and impressed.

★ He interrogated you personally. Every day. Not with cruelty, but with intense, simmering silence. You’d ask him why he kept coming back.

★ “I—perhaps because you are not afraid of me…” he answered gruffly. That was when you knew something between you had shifted.

★ At first he kept you hidden under the pretense of ‘strategic value’ but really? He was drawn to you. You challenged him. Your warmth made him uneasy—but addicted.

★ It took months. Eight long months for him to admit to himself that he was falling for a mythical creature. And when you were released (unofficially , of course), he met you at the ice shore, where the water was slushed and freezing. Sheets of ice water blanketing your fins. You told him that you would leave. (With absolute zero intention of actually doing so)

★ He grabbed your wrist, not harshly, but firm. “Do not…” he trailed off, his eyes flicking to your lips. And then, without asking, without permission, without hesitation…he kissed you. His silent way of saying ‘you’re mine now’

★ He had given you a shard of glacial obsidian with a wunjo rune carved into it. “To mark what is bound,” He had said.

★ You returned with a string of tiny abalone beads, cool to the touch, you fastened it around his neck while he sat near the shore one evening, eyes closed, listening to the waves.

★ He opened his eyes, grumbling out “I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me like this.” You simply replied with “Then perhaps you’ve been cold for too long.”

★ It’s been a little over a year since then. He’d never admit that. But proved he remembered when he gifted you a blade to strap to your hip. “Simply for protection. You live in the ocean, do you not?”

★ If anyone asks, he says “It’s irrelevant.” You know better. He keeps your gifts tucked away in a hidden compartment in his bedroom.

★ The moon was reflecting off the freezing shore like usual, you emerged from the black waters. Droplets rolling down your neck. He’s already there, arms folded, watching you with that familiar, unreadable intensity.

★ “You’re late.” He says.

★ You shrug. “You’re always early.”

★ He steps forward, and drapes his cloak over your shoulders before you can protest. “The sea isn’t warm enough…” he murmurs, and you lean in closer, pressing your fingers to his chest. “And do you plan to do anything about it, cyromancer?”

★ He cups your chin, tilting your face up. “I plan to keep you from going back beneath these waters long enough to make you wish you had legs.”

★ You gasp, pushing him away playfully and clutching the cloak around yourself tighter, not caring if you were soaking the lower half of it with salt water.

•••

🔧 Sektor

★ You were swimming near the surface, just off the rocky coast of a secluded island, drawn by strange lights under the water. You had seen tech before—sunken boats, weapons lost in the ocean—but this was different. Surfacing, with a cautious air to yourself, you observed from behind a rock.

★ Only for her to suddenly appear in the shoreline, half armored, glowing red eyes scanning the surf. She didn’t flinch when she caught a glimpse of your shimmering tail—only tilted her head.

★ “Unidentified entity,” She had said flatly, which made your heart stop. “Organic, but non threatening.” You blinked, confused but unafraid. She was most terrifying—yes. But beautiful in a sharp, almost untouchable kind of way.

★ Sektor was running a solo surveillance mission. She expected rebel interference, not a mythical sea creature. Analyzing your lack of aggression, she recalibrated her approach.

★ So, instead of reporting you, she kept your presence off the logs. You fascinated her—your physiology, your persistence in staying in close proximity with her, your effortless grace beneath the water.

★ She told herself it was simply curiosity. But something about your laughter when you teased her about being ‘half toaster’ made her chest tighten in a way she couldn’t quite identify.

★ It took three months of tentative meetings. At first, she scanned you constantly—literally. All the time. Eventually she stopped using her tech as a barrier.

★ You began meeting more frequently, at sunrise or moonlight, when the beach was empty.

★ One night, she surprised you by removing her armor plating and stepping into the shallows. That night she simply told you,

★ “I’ve stopped recording all encounters.”

★ You asked why, and she said “Because I want them all to be mine.”

★ That was when you kissed her, of course.

★ She forged you a bracelet made of melted down scrap and titanium, etched with binary code. It translated simply to ‘Yours’

★ One year and two months later, (she tracks the exact time, you count it in moon cycles) and you two are still deeply devoted to one another.

★ The tide is rising, and the stars are blinking into view. You surface quietly, scanning for her—and there she is, standing at the waters edge, silhouette sharp against the moonlight. She’s removed her helmet again—only for you, eyes softening at your presence.

★ You smile and flick your tail, splashing her. “You’re early.”

★ “I rerouted my mission schedule.” She steps into the surf without hesitation, water lapping at her thighs. “I estimated a 93% chance you’d surface tonight.”

★ “And the other 7%?”

★ She touches your face gently, rolling her eyes as if the answer were obvious. “I would have waited anyway.”

•••

👅 Mileena

★ You were a legend in Outworld. Spoken of in whispered tones by sailors and coastal travelers. A guardian of the deep, a creature of prophecy, possibly a trick of the moonlight.

★ Mileena was more than intrigued upon hearing of you. Though, you were a mere story. Not true. Right? One night, she stood at the edge of the royal cliffside during a diplomatic retreat and saw you breach the water, a shimmer of moonlit scales and sleek muscle. Your eyes were glowing softly in the dark, and instinctively she drew out her sai. Of course you were real….

★ You tilted your head. “Empress of Outworld…do you always greet strangers with weapons….?”

★ She laughed—actually laughed. “Only the ones worth fearing, dear.”

★ You disappeared before the guards saw you. But she never forgot the glint in your gaze. Hauntingly beautiful.

★ Mileena is not quick to trust—especially with her throne constantly under threat. But something about you…it was alluring.

★ You didn’t flinch when you saw her teeth. You didn’t bow, or grovel, or ask her for favors. You simply listened. Watched. Teased her.

★ She found herself slipping away from court during the night, under the excuse of ‘meditation’, but really, she just wanted to see you again.

★ “Should I be worried…?” Tanya once asked.

★ “Yes.” Mileena whisperer. “But not for the reason you think.”

★ It took longer than you anticipated for her to reciprocate your feelings. Five long months of moonlit conversations, exchanged gifts and stolen touches. She held herself back—not out of disinterest. No. But simply because she was afraid….

★ afraid of what love could look like for someone like her.

★ One night, after you saved her from an assassination attempt by capsizing the boat she was lured onto, she held your face in trembling hands and said, “You would risk war for me?”

★ “I’d drown empires if it meant you’d be safe.”

★ She kissed you then—fiercely, hungrily, with a desperation born of years of isolation.

★ She had announced you publicly within the next week. Simply holding her chin high as she regarded the court. “They are my partner—first citizen—if you will…” she said. “Their kingdom is the sea. Respect it—or feed it.”

★ She had a throne carved of magenta reef rock, polished and perfect. For when you did have the occasional shift from tail to legs. (Yes you can dwell land willingly)

★ You had collected two decently sized telescope seashells and sharpened them to a perfect point. Using some abandoned netting as twine, you weaved a glove of deadly finger knives for her. She used them often when sparring.

★ Three years later and you’re still her ever willing shadow in political rooms when summoned. Her warmth when the Tarkat eats at her inner peace. Her anchor when the throne tests her patience. She’s undoubtedly your storm. And you her calming tide.

★ She definitely gives you royal baths. Insisting you join her in the palace’s vast bath chambers—private lagoons filled with perfumed water and warm stones. She strokes your gills, you wash her hair. It’s your safe space within each other.

★ You create ‘sea veils’—which are like thin layers of woven water magic shaped into gifts. She wears them during your guys’ bathing time.

★ You give her bite training. Yeah—bite training. To help her have better grip of her tarkat side. She’ll ask you to tempt her—test her. You trust her completely. When she’s about to snap, her kiss her sharp mouth and whisper, “You are not a monster.”

★ The Emoress definitely has some petty tendencies when it comes to defending your honor. When nobles offend you with backhanded compliments, she sends them on ‘diplomatic missions’ to kraken ingested waters. You pretend not to notice. She acts as if she isn’t smiling.

★ Mileena lounges on a rock, your tail in her lap. She lazily traces circles on your scales with a claw. “You know—I could eat you.”

★ You grin. “And yet, you haven’t.” She smirks, leaning of down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t tempt me, little fish,” before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

•••

🪭 Kitana

★ You two had met at dawn. Kitana was traveling under royal escort to visit a coastal shrine. There, in the sacred stillness of the ocean temple, she saw you—floating just beyond the shallows, hair trailing in the water like a banner of silk, eyes glowing faintly with bioluminescent power.

★ The guards had raised their weapons. Kitana raised a hand to stop them. “I don’t believe they mean harm,” she said calmly.

★ You bowed, dipping beneath the water, only your eyes visible before rising back up. “Your intuition is correct, princess,” you replied softly. “I only watch. You were the first to watch back…”

★ She was graceful upon meeting you, but wary. She’s been betrayed one too many times to give her trust freely. Of course….you didn’t demand her time. You simply appeared.

★ Sometimes during her meditations. Sometimes when she walked alone. You never pushed, only listened.

★ She told herself you were a fantasy. Then one day, she reached for your hand—and you held it. Not pulling away.

★ She truly believed the connection since then. It was a slow, delicate build. You taught her the language of the tide shifts and wind pulses.

★ She taught you Outworld diplomacy—how silence can be louder than a war cry. She never rushed, never declared anything—but she did let her guard down.

★ One night, after a political summit went sour, she found you waiting in the moonlit waters, arms open. She collapsed into them and whispered “With you….I don’t have to be royalty.”

★ You simply pressed a reverent kiss to her lips. And it was sealed from that point forward. The trust. The bond. And the love.

★ Kitana gifted you a royal ring, one that bore a lotus. The petals encircled a sapphire tide symbol you had once drawn for her in the sand.

★ You gave her a scale from your tail—iridescent, powerful and rare. “As long as it glistens—I am yours.”

★ She weaved it into her fans hilt for protection. It’s always with her.

★ just a little over a year and a half, you still spend most your time in the sea or near the coast. By kitana visits whenever she can. Sometimes Tanya or Mileena cover for her. Sometimes they don’t have to.

★ When she’s with you, she’s not just a princess. She’s a woman in love.

★ The stars were bright tonight. Reflecting on the almost still waters of your cove like little diamonds spilled from the sky. Kitana walked barefooted in the sand, her royal robes trailing behind her. You rose, slowly. adorned in seaweed and a string of pearls.

★ She smiled softly, kneeling down. “I missed you.” You answer only by wrapping your arms around her, pulling her down more until she was flatly seated beside you. Her hand resting over your gill scarred ribs.

★ “How do you always seem calmer than the rest of Outworld?” She hums. “Because I only have to answer to the moon.” You replied honestly, which made her exhale, leaning into your touch. “Sometimes I wish I did, too.”

★ “You can,” you reminded her gently, kidding her palm and wrist.

•••

☀️ Tanya

★ You, little mer, were a secret.

★ When Tanya escorted Empress Mileena to a coastal temple to consult a sea oracle, she wandered too far during her evening patrol—drawn to a rhythmic humming coming from the cliffs.

★ She found you floating near a tide pool, tracing symbols into the water with your fingers. You looked wild and free.

★ “You’re trespassing on sacred ground.” She said sternly, weapon in hand. You didn’t flinch, just smiled at her. “Funny. I was about to say the same to you.”

★ She didn’t report you. Not that night. Not the next. Not ever.

★ Tanya is a disciplined woman. Cautious when first aware of your existence. You weren’t like anything she had ever seen. You spoke with wisdom older than any priest she’d met and carried yourself with a serenity that disarmed her. Heavily so. Still, she approached every interaction like it was a battle strategy.

★ That was….until the night you sang a lullaby into the waves—and she lowered her weapon. “You’re not truly an enemy, are you?” She asked quietly. And you let a smooth chuckle out. “Of course not. And you’re not only a priestess.”

★ Things shifted after that conversation. Happily so. It took nearly a year for feelings to be matched. You flirted first, in riddles, sea blown gifts and subtle gestures. She, of course, denied her feelings at first.

★ It was because she was afraid it letting live compromise her devotion to duty. But the more you listened to her confessions, about the weight of keeping Mileena safe, the pressure of Outworlds politics—the more she leaned on you.

★ The night Mileena nearly succumbed to Tarkat, Tanya showed up at the cove, shaken but holding up a front that crumpled the moment she laid eyes on you.

★ You held her as the tide swirled around you both, stroking her back gently. “I can’t lose everything.” She whispered.

★ “You won’t, not while I’m here.” You promised. That was when she knew you were her soulmate.

★ Tanya had knelt before the sea, dipping her fingers into the saltwater, and recited an ancient vow of devotion. A prayer she perhaps would have offered to Argus at some point. She now offered to you.

★ You kissed her fingertips and placed a sea forged ring on her finger of choice. A mark of binding tide unions. “Your heart is safe in my hands now,” you told her.

★ Four entire years. She doesn’t tell many, she keeps your love private. You are the only thing she allows herself to be selfish about.

★ But Mileena knows. And approves. Silently but fiercely.

★ Every week, you perform a short sea ritual for her—a quiet protection rite inked in moonlight and deep, ancient runes. She carries the charm everywhere.

★ She built you a hidden shrine tucked between rocks—lined with sunstones and prayer beads. You’ve decorated it with sea glass and coral. It’s your shared sanctuary.

★ The sun was low. Shadows stretching across the sea temples quiet edge. Tanya standing at the tides reach. The wind was tugging at her braids, flickering her sharp features to the sunlight occasionally. You were gliding towards her, before rising from the waters.

★ “You’re trembling…” you say softly. “I cannot afford to.” She whispered more to herself than to you. “I’m the one who keeps her steady.” You reached up, cupping her face with your wet hands, sea salt clinging to her skin. “Then let me be the one who keeps you steady.”

★ Her eyes closed. She leans forward and foreheads press. Heartbeats calming. “Say you won’t leave…”

★ “I was made from the tide.” You smile. “And it always returns.”

•••

🪽 Ashrah

★ She first saw you near a cursed coastline in Outworld, where corrupted waters had long since swallowed ships whole. Ashrah was hunting a relic of darkness to purify—but of course the magic in the sea pulled her off course….

★ You had risen, slowly, spectral fins shimmering while simply saying, “You’re walking in tainted tide, woman.” She had gripped her kriss blade on instinct—but your presence didn’t feel threatening. In fact, quite the opposite.

★ “I don’t believe in coincidences,” She told you. “Neither do I….” You replied before vanishing back into the water.

★ Ashrah is reverent, cautious and still unsure if she deserves love. When she met you, she was stunned by serenity and how your aura felt like…grace. She just couldn’t word it.

★ You just listened, gently challenged her beliefs and offered your presence like it was a gift rather than a plea. She started to realize she didn’t have to fight for peace with you. It just was.

★ She didn’t fall fast. But she fell deeply. It took six months before you two had made it official. She spoke often of her desire for purification, for freedom from demonic origins. You never judged her. You told her she wasn’t broken, just becoming.

★ The first time you shared your full form with her, luminescent tail, glowing gills, coral marked arms, she gasped. “You’re…. Devine.”

★ “I’m flawed….” You had corrected gently. “But, I do know what light feels like. And it feels like this. You.” She kissed you for the first time that night. Slow, reverent. Like she was praying through your lips.

★ You’ve been together over a year and some odd months. Your relationship steady, quiet, and deeply spiritual. You are both healing. Together.

★ She teaches you prayers and old chants while you explain how Mer-Culture worked.

★ Carries a pearl you gave her as a protective talisman. Cleansing it every full moon with you.

★ Resting on a flat rock near the sea temple, head tilted toward the sun, you hear Ashrah approaching with slow footsteps. Her blade strapped to her back, tones dirtied from travel. She looked exhausted.

★ You held your arms out. And without a word, she climbed into your lap, straddling you as your hands settled on her waist. Her head bowing, forehead touching yours. “You’ve saved me, in a way.” She muttered. “I simply stayed.” You replied.

•••

🦎 Syzoth

★ You first encountered Syzoth near a secluded mangrove delta—your territory. Sacred and untouched by Outworlds wars. He was injured, bleeding green ichor into the stream bed after a mission gone south.

★ You found him shifted, tail dragging, body shaken, too exhausted to hide his form. You didn’t attack, you simply said “You’re not the first broken thing the river had carried to me.”

★ He bared his teeth. “I am not broken.”

★ “Good!” You chirped happily. “Then you will heal quickly.” With that, you guided him into deeper waters—and vanished before he could ask your name. He returned the next night.

★ Syzoth is used to being feared, misunderstood, or used. So your calm presence, the way you didn’t recoil from his Zeterran form, or even seem surprised…that left him wary. You, however, were patient. For him. Never offering pity, or asking too many questions. You were simply company.

★ Showing him a world where teeth and scales don’t mean danger. Where hissing is music and transformation didn’t have to be shameful. You made him feel like both halves of himself could exist.

★ Your relationship didn’t happen in words—rather instinct. You brought him to your hidden cave, glowing anemones lighting up the walls and relics of sunken ships decorating your home. It felt intimate being in your dwelling. Extremely so. You were a pair since then.

★ For two years you two have kept a low profile relationship. Secret from most of the realm—more for your protection than his. But to each other, there is no higher truth than the bond between you.

★ You two sun bask together. Lying together on warm rocks, limbs tangles lazily, eyes closed while the heat sinks into your scales. Sometimes you fall asleep like that—with his head on your chest, listening to tour heart beat.

★ Hides love notes in seashells for you.

★ He’ll use his camouflage to surprise you with affection.

★Makes little sand sculptures of your tail.

★ Definitely have hunting games for fun in the shallows. It’s less about the catch and more about showing off to each other.

★ Syzoth for sure pretends he doesn’t like it, but you clean his scales after battle, scrubbing gently while he grumbles out “I need no pampering….” Until you reach his neck and he melts into your hands.

★ He built a nest in your hidden cave with sea grass, drift wood and volcanic sand where you both hide from the world. It’s your haven. No one enters but you two.

★ Curled against his side, your tail coiled gently over his thigh, his breathing deep, uneven. His last mission was a bit rough if you were to judge.

★ You run your fingers over his chest, “You push too hard…” you whisper. “If I don’t fight, I lose who I am,” he says without looking at you. You lifted his chin, “but when you’re with me, you don’t have to fight to exist.”

★ His eyes narrowed. Not in suspicion or anything. But searching. Then, he lowered his head until it rested in the crook of your neck. “You’re the only place that feels real.”

•••

🦷 Baraka

★ You swam upriver during monsoon season, drawn to whispers of suffering from a quarantined village near the edge of Tarkat territory. That’s where you saw him—towering, scarred, fanged—but not attacking. Just….watching the water.

★ Surfacing with no sudden movement, he still sensed your presence. And he snarked on instinct, but paused when he saw you weren’t afraid…just curious.

★ “You are not one of them,” he growled.

★ “And you’re not the beast they say you are.” You replied. He didn’t speak again that day. But when he returned the next, so did you.

★ He was unsettled by your serenity at first. Too used to being feared—even by allies. Baraka waited for that flinch, that disgusted recoil, the judgment….but you never looked away from his face.

★ He didn’t know how to handle that. You asked him questions—not about the disease, but about his people, his culture. You called him a leader, not a patient.

★ “You see the person,” He muttered once, voice thick. “I see the soul,” you corrected. It was the first time anyone made him feel more than his affliction.

★ He didn’t believe he deserved love. He warned you repeatedly, growled when you got too close, even tried to scare you off in a state of uncertainty once. You never gave him that anticipated flinch. Simply touched his cheek and whispered, “I’ve seen uglier things than a heart that still wants to be good.”

★ Baraka had broken down for the first time in years. Shoulders slumped and hands shaking. You held him in the shallow waters until his breathing slowed. That was when he realized you weren’t going anywhere.

★ He had presented you with a ceremonial bone dagger. Explaining briefly that it’s a high form of trust his people once had. You took it graciously. Wrapped it in seaweed charms and braided it into your belt.

★ A year and a half later, he doesn’t advertise your bond, but everyone in Tarkat territory knows.

★ You bring him fish seasoned with coral Ashrah and sea herbs that ease the Tarkat inflammation. He never asks, but always eats it with quiet gratitude. Saving you the last bite every time.

★ He gathers rare shells for you with surprising tenderness.

★ Carries you in his arms on land like royalty (until you need to go back. But then you do it all over again)

★ He’s devoted. Utterly so. And extremely protective of you.

★ Sitting by the fire pit outside the Tarkat camp, moon gleaming against the water, Baraka returns from patrol, body smeared with soot and blood.

★ He grunts as he slumps beside you, the shallow water splashing around his waist, legs sinking into the sand beneath slightly.

★ “Rough night….?” You asked gently.

★ He huffs, “I scared a small child today…”

★ “You hadn’t meant to.”

★ “Doesn’t matter,” he growls. “They look at me like a monster.”

★ You reached over, placing your hand on his beneath the water. “They may see teeth and disease, but I see the one who keeps them safe.”

★ He turned slowly, eyes meeting yours. “And what do you see when I look at you?”

★ “My heart.”

•••

⏳ Geras

★ You first appeared to him at the edge of the infinite sea. Where sand meets deep ocean trench. He had been walking the boundary of time, reflecting on a fracture in the timeline when you rise from the water.

★ He didn’t speak at first. You only looked at him, tilting your head as though you could see behind the sand coating his skin—into the vast, tired soul inside.

★ “You don’t belong here,” he said, not as a warning. But as a truth.

★ “Neither do you.” You replied.

★ He remembered that moment perfectly. Forever. You, dripping with moonlight, unafraid of a being that had outlived empires.

★ Geras is rarely surprised, but even you managed to surprise him. You were timeless in a different way. Bound to the oceans, ancient in song and spirit, and yet so full of emotion. You didn’t try to fix him. Didn’t ask about his purpose or his immortality.

★ You listened, asked questions. Managed to have him query you before you answered in riddles. It both infuriated and fascinated him. You had once said “Time runs like water. Even you can be reshaped.”

★ You were right, in a way, obliviously so.

★ Geras doesn’t fall in love. He calculates risk, observes pattern, measures flow. But you introduced variables he couldn’t explain—how his form relaxed around you, how he thought of your smile even when centuries passed between meetings.

★ You once swam up to him during a moment of rare vulnerability and pressed your forehead against his. “I know what it’s like to be ageless and still feel…alone.”

★ He didn’t speak, only lifted his hand and gently cradled your face—solid, ancient fingers against your cool, salt kissed skin.

★ Geras offered you a small jar of sand, saying that it was from his hourglass. One tiny bottle of pure, suspended time. “Even when all else crumbles, this will remember us.”

★ You wove it into a pendant, telling him that it was practical a proposal in your culture. He hadn’t argued.

★ Time is irrelevant for Geras. But to you, it’s been…long enough to feel like an eternity, short enough to always stay longing for more. You never count the years. Only the memories. And each one is a blessing to you.

★ He’ll stop time briefly to give you endless kisses mid sunset.

★ Rebuilds broken coral formations for your home.

★ He creates sand islands on the sea and you rest in them with him, watching the stars wheel through eternity. You trace constellations with your fingers on his palm and tell him how old the sea says she is.

★ you teach him the songs of ancient sea spirits, he recites forgotten languages of time. It becomes a kinda of courting, a dance of intellect and myth. He smiles when you correct him.

•••

🫀Havik

★ He wasn’t supposed to find you.

★ The water twisted, the current distorted, and there he was, clawing his way through a whirlpool he made from nothing.

★ He emerged laughing, teeth bared (obviously) jaw dislocated, soaked and completely delighted. “I found something new,” he cackled. “And strange! Oh, you’re perfect.”

★ You blinked. Cautiously circling him from the water. “You…are not from here.”

★ He snapped his jaw back into place. “Good eye, good eye indeed.”

★ He shouldn’t have found you. But…you didn’t send him away. Instead, you swam him toward the shallows, where there was a small island he could rest on. You didn’t ask how he was spat out by the ocean. But you wondered.

★ When Havik first laid his dead eyes on you, he was fascinated. Obsessed. He saw you fit for worship. He loved the way your voice echoed like sea chants. The shimmer of your scales, the way your magic bent but never broke under his chaos. You were a contradiction to his entropy—fluid, unknowable but deeply whole.

★ More importantly, you didn’t fear him. You watched him come undone, and you didn’t flinch. You even smiled.

★ It took one week for him to claim your heart. (So he says. You say a month or two.)

★ There was no clear moment, it simply became. He declared loudly without context, that “The mermaid is mine.” To nobody in particular—perhaps the sky. You hadn’t argued.

★ “You’re wrong in all the right ways.” He said once, brushing your cheek with fingers that broke bones for you. “I could drown in you.”

★ Havik offered you a relic—his own severed hand, enchanted to writhe forever, wrapped in kelp and bound with coral rings. You did not take it. But you pressed a soft kiss to it before handing it back.

★ He ripped a tooth out in reply to the rejection of his hand gift…you took it and made it into a necklace.

★ You gave him scale from your tail, telling him it’s said to cause hallucinations if stolen. He swallowed it while and grinned for three straight hours.

★ A binding pact in a way. Flesh, madness, magic and mystery.

★ six years committed to each other. Every time you see each other again, it feels like the first. That’s the trick.

★ He leaves you off putting yet romantic notes carved into driftwood. “Your chaos competes me,” “Kiss me before I dissolve again,” or “I’d unravel every plane of existence for one smile.”

★ You decorate his bandages with seashells and pearls. He lets you.

★When you sing, his spasming flesh and muscles settle. His chaos slows, even if for a moment. He says your voice is the only thing that “Feels like home without being absolutely boring.”

•••

⚔️ Reiko

★ He found you when scouting the coastal borders of Outworld—sent to investigate rumors of sea witches disrupting trade routes. What he found was you, rising from a glowing tide, your tail cutting through the dark like moonlight through steel.

★ Reiko raised his blade without hesitation. “State your allegiance.”

★ You tilted your head. “To the ocean, soldier. But I mean no war.”

★ He didn’t lower the weapon. But he didn’t strike either.

★ “Then why do you haunt these shores?” He asked.

★ “Because something about them feels like it’s calling me home.” You replied.

★ It took him days to realize you meant him.

★ Reiko is a suspicious man. No doubt by nature. He’s trained to see threats before beauty. Deception before magic. But with you…. He couldn’t shake the feeling you weren’t trying to manipulate or control him.

★ You spoke in riddles but never lied. Listened intently and with deep interest. You asked about his dreams, something no one had ever cared to hear from a soldier.

★ He hated that he starts to look for your silhouette on the rocks.

★ He hated more how it hurt when you weren’t there.

★ Reiko takes nothing lightly. It took nearly a year of visits, conversations by torchlight on the cliffs, secret swims under moonlight, quiet nods after brutal battles—before he admitted what was happening.

★ You were tending a wound in his arm once, silent as the waves around you. He stared at you for a long time.

★ “You could enchant me. Trick me. Kill me.”

★ You smiled at that. How silly. “Then why do I heal you instead?” He reached up, brushed your face with a calloused hand. “To keep me soft for when you strike.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “You are a fool if you believe that true.”

★ “I am a fool, then.” He smirked.

★ Often after battle, he sits by the water and removes each piece of his armor. You clean and enchant them with protective runes drawn from sea ink. He never lets anyone else touch them.

★ You heal his cuts and wounds with sea balm and careful kisses. He tries to act unaffected, but you’ve seen him lean into your touch like a drowning man grasping breath.

★ Reiko had stormed out of the war tent, blood still drying on his blade. You’re waiting near the tideline, perched on a barnacled rock, silent. He drops to one knee beside you, his jaw clenched.

★ “Shao’s orders make no sense. I am a soldier, not a pawn.”

★ You reach out, brushing the blood from his cheek with a thumb. “You are more than either.”

★ He looks at you sharply, before softening his gaze, before you could say more, he kissed you. Hard, aching, fierce. Feeling like a man rather than a weapon for once in his life.

•••

🩸Nitara

★ You first saw her circling the reef, wings silhouetted against the dusk. She thought she’d found an easy snack—“a half human glittering fish.” She would say later with a devious smirk.

★ You let her approach. Let her get close enough to taste the electricity in the water around you. But when she dove, you vanished into the tide, reappearing behind her with a grin. “You hunt poorly in salt air.” You teased.

★ “And you swim well for prey.” She replied, clearly amused.

★ That began flirtation of near misses, taunts and curious visits when the night had crawled. Until it became something more.

★ At first, you were a puzzle in her eyes. Not edible. Not afraid. Not even useful in any immediate, selfish way. Just….fascinating.

★ Of course, you never tried to fight her, didn’t swim away scared. You watched her like you already understood what she was beneath the sharp teeth and bravado. And that scared her more than she let on.

★ Still, she kept coming back. “I just like your weird little songs.” She told herself. But it was your laugh, your warmth, the ability to see the person she was under the vampirism. That hooked her.

★ Eight months of tense silence, teasing, and mutual rescues. She saved you once from a blood cult that tried to drain you dry for your healing essence. You saved her when sun scorched hunters chased her into the ocean cliffs. You wrapped her in enchanted kelp to keep the burns at bay.

★ After that, she kissed you mid fight—carried you halfway into the sky and whispered “you know this means something now, doesn’t it?”

★ You kissed her back. “It always did.”

★ She made it official by biting you. Not feeding, just grazing your collarbone. “It’s the Vaeternian bond mark.” She explained, unusually quiet. You responded by brushing your fingers along her jaw, placing a tiny shard of pearl inter her wings edge—blessed to pulse when you’re near. You didn’t need words. The ocean and sky had spoken for you.

★ You have been together for two years. But time with her is unpredictable. Some weeks she’s gone for days, others she sleeps in your arms in tide pools for hours.

★ She always returns. Always.

★ You let her drink from you only during the full moon. It intensifies her powers and you both pretend it’s strategic. But you’ve seen the way her breath hitches when your blood hits her tongue. She always kisses you after.

★ She carved a low, hollow cliffside for the two of you. Nestled in sea worm stone and blood stained velvet. You curl together there, her wings folded over your shimmering form. Your humming soothing her restless sleep.

•••

🪓 General Shao

★ You were discovered near Outworlds battle worn coast. Where tides still sang of ancient wars. Shao rode there with his army to investigate rumors of a “sea ghost interfering with supply ships”

★ When he saw you rise from the depths—half myth, water glistening on your skin, eyes unafraid—he didn’t speak. He stared. You bowed your head in respect, but not submission.

★ “I’m not your enemy,” you said evenly. “Unless you try to command me.”

★ That was the first time in ages someone had dared say such a thing to him. And lived. He was interested. Suspicious. Felt an intimidation he didn’t show.

★ Shao is used to being obeyed, feared, worshipped. But you met him eye to eye, tail undulating calmly beneath the waves, and didn’t flinch when he stepped toward you.

★ He saw wisdom in your stillness. familiar with power being brash—but you were graceful. Elegant even. And for the first time in years, he was curious.

★ Shao isn’t fast with affection. He observes. Tests. Waits. It took about one year of interaction—of you offering him sea wrought advice, healing his warriors, challenging his control over nature, before he accepted that what he felt wasn’t weakness. No, it was desire. Deep and ancient.

★ When he finally approached you, it wasn’t a confession. It was a declaration.

★ “You are power I cannot command,” he said, voice low. “And I’ve come to crave your presence regardless. Tell me if I offend you…”

★ You smiled softly. “You humble yourself for me?”

★ “I do.”

★ The kiss between you that day was chaste. Reverent. He treated you as if you were a higher being when lip locking.

★ three years together. To others, he remains stern and untouchable. But in private? He’s a gentle giant. Softer than he ever knew he could be when it came to you.

★ Has quiet strategy meetings with you. Consulting you when faced with new threats. You provide insight the tide whispers. And he listens—deeply. Respectfully so. He calls you his “Ocean Oracle.” Only in private.

★ Gives you silent protection. Ordering that no soldier approaches the sea caves where you dwell. No one questions the unspoken threat.

★ You’ve marked him with salt runes only you can make. No curse nor poison dares touch him.

★ He returns from battle one evening, bloodied, victorious, but nonetheless tired. You meet him at the tide line, salt air brushing your face.

★ “I’m not in the mood for ceremony.” He growls.

★ “Then you’ll have comfort instead.” You reply.

★ He kneels, armor heavy, as you press your forehead to his. “The ocean told me you’d survive,” you whisper.

★ He sighs, allowing his massive frame to lean into you—his only moment of weakness.

•••

🔊 Sindel

★ You first met when Sindel visited the coastlands on a ceremonial pilgrimage to reconnect with Outworlds lesser knows spirits. Her priests warned her of a siren who lived beyond the rocks. Dangerous, seductive and uninterested in the affairs of mortals.

★ Naturally, Sindel approached alone.

★ When she found you resting on a black rock amid a stormy sea, you opened one eye and simply said, “You carry too much weight for a woman who glides so easily.”

★ She narrowed her eyes. “And you assume too much for someone who sings in riddles.”

★ You smiled. She didn’t look away. She was fascinated of course. Who wouldn’t be? You were strange. Beautiful and magic. A type of magic that was different from her own. Fluid, intuitive, primal. You weren’t intimidated by her power, unimpressed of her title.

★ You listened when she needed silence. Spoke when no one else dared to. You offered her peace instead of loyalty.

★ It made her curious. Then protective. Then entirely too drawn.

★ You were both slow to admit the pull. You teased her, she remained cool and unreadable. It took over a year of stolen visits, tide laced conversations and quiet touches during twilight rituals before she finally allowed herself to want out loud

★ She kissed you once in front of her guards. Just because.

★ She brushes your hair while you sit beside her, tail coiled across her lap. She hums softly with you.

★ Definitely wears your pearls in her hair.

★ Commands ships to detour just to visit your cove.

★ Sindel was sitting at the edge of her ornate boat. You rise from the water and rest your head in her lap. “You look tired, my queen.” She runs her fingers through your hair. “Then stay with me until I sleep. Dream with me, ocean soul.” You hum softly, smiling at that. “Anything for you.”

•••

🧪 Shang Tsung

★ It started with rumors—whispers of a sea bound being whose magic could heal wounds, conjure storms and sing ilusiona into existence. Shang Tsung sent his goons.. and when they failed, he came himself.

★ You were lured into a shallow cove, weakened by a binding rune and caged in a shimmering obsidian tank deep in his laboratory. He observed you like a rare experiment. At first, he didn’t speak, only took samples, recorded your reactions, and tested spells against your natural defenses.

★ You stared back, unafraid. “Do you plan to dissect me or worship me first?” you asked, soft but pointed.

★ He blinked—then smirked. “Why not both?”

★ Shang Tsung was intrigued. Perhaps too intrigued. You didn’t beg or rage. You remained calm, graceful even when chained. You questioned him like an equal. Challenged his logic. Corrected his incantations.

★ You didn’t fear him. Worse—for him at least—you pitied him. That stirred something he hadn’t felt in decades.

★ You were supposed to be a tool. But instead you became a mirror.

★ Weeks passed, he began speaking with you more than observing. Your magic resisted his touch. But your mind didn’t. You talked philosophy. Origins. The difference between control and balance. You mocked him once when he mispronounced an ancient oceanic word—he scowled, but didn’t retaliate.

★ He began visiting you even when no experiments were scheduled. You once hummed a siren song that made the glyphs around your tank crack.

★ “You’re not bound to anything.” He said that night. “Even my wards resent holding you.” He hesitated before leaving for the first time since capturing you.

★ One night, he found you collapsed in your tank—your body dim, magic flickering. A side effect of the prolonged confinement. He panicked. Shattered the tank and carried you in his arms to a pool filled with seawater he’s once harvested for research.

★ You revived slowly, eyes fluttering as you woke. “Why…?” You whispered. He looked away. “Because the world is full of things I can break. And you are one of the few I’d rather not.” You reached for him, not with power but with trust.

★ From that night your cell became a sanctum. Not a cage. And his heart, though he’d never say it, had already been breached.

★ It’s been almost a year since he’s freed you. He still keeps his secrets. Still dabbles in soul magic. But now he runs new spells by you, trusts your judgment and protects you with quiet, lethal devotion.

★ He lets you do a form of forbidden spellplay. Having you experiment on him with your own style of magic—whispers, blood songs, sigil blessing. He swears it’s to “further his knowledge,” but his breathing always changes when your hands are in him.

★ Mixes potions based on your scent and aura.

★ Brags about you to anyone who will listen. “My sea darling would drown you all.”

★ You sit on the edge of his summoning platform, hair damn from your nightly ocean ritual. He approaches silently. Long robes whispering across the floor.

★ “I’m still your prisoner in a way” you muse. He arches a brow at that. “You’re free to leave.”

★ “And yet, you’d find me.”

★ He hums, stepping closer. “Not to trap you again.”

★ “No” you agree. “Just to see if you missed me.”

★ He cupped your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your lips. “Don’t mistake obsession for love” he whispers. “And don’t mistake surrender for weakness.” You murmur back.

★ He kisses you then, possessive, soft only at center. The way someone kisses a secret they swore they’d keep and failed.

•••

💀 Quan Chi

★ He summoned you, ripped your magic from the edge of the void and bound you to an obsidian salt circle in his chamber.

★ You arrived in a vortex of foam and magic, body glowing, voice distorted by fury. Your tail lashed shading the runes, nearly cracking the walls.

★ “I am no spirit.” You hissed. “You dare summon me like a beast?”

★ Quan Chi only smirked. “I don’t believe it…you’ll be fun to break.”

★ You met his gaze. “You will not break me.”

★ He didn’t know it yet, but that was the moment his obsession began. He had cold curiosity.

★ You were supposed to be a living artifact, a source of power he could siphon. But your resistance wasn’t just magical, it was intellectual. Emotional. You spoke in riddles, refused to scream when he prodded your limits. Dared to insult his knowledge of the underworld.

★ And worst of all….? You looked into his voice filled eyes and saw someone who once had light.

★ He despised that.

★ And he kept returning anyhow.

★ One night, he dreamed—something he hadn’t done in centuries. In the vision, you were singing in a black ocean, and he couldn’t look away. When he woke up, your tank was glowing softly, and you were humming that exact melody, eyes half lidded.

★ He demanded you stop it. You hadn’t. That night, instead of draining your magic, he sat across from your tank and asked. “What are you really?”

★ You smiled. “A mirror, maybe. You hate me because I remind you of what you were. Or not.” You shrug. He never touched your bindings from that point forward.

★ He needed your help for a spell that required a willing sacrifice—not of life, but of memory. You offered him an earring that was gifted to you from your first love, the one memory that still gave you joy. He stared at you, almost shocked. “What do you want in return?” He asked.

★ You answered, softly. “You. Not your power. Not your schemes. Just….the man I believe still exists inside you.”

★ Later that night he gave you a vial, small, delicate. Filled with black, cloudy essence. A piece of his soul, or what he said to be at least. His way of saying “you have me now.”

★ A year and a half later and he denies it’s a ‘relationship.’ You call it whatever the void between life and death is. But you share power now. And you sleep close in a personal pool in his chambers close by.

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🎆 Li Mei

★ She was sent to investigate strange magical activity near the coast—whispers of a sea being drawing children toward the turf, healing the wounded, and singing the dead into peace…the rumors smelled like danger.

★ Li mei found you, basking under a moonlit arch of coral, your form half glowing and half shadow. You didn’t flee. Didn’t attack. You simply looked at her and said “You’re not afraid.”

★ “Not yet.” She responded calmly. And you smiled. That was her first mistake, letting herself be charmed.

★ She approached you like any threat. With discipline and suspicion. But when you offered your magic not as a weapon, but as a gift, to heal a wounded girl from the village, to still a storm, to soothe a nightmare, li Mei hesitated.

★ You weren’t her enemy, you were something ancient and gentle, powerful, but never reckless and when you called her brave not because of her title, but because of how she carried her grief, that’s when the walls cracked.

★ it took several months of visits, short conversations between her patrols, shared silences, at the edge of the reef, small gestures, like her handing you a lotus pendant and you gifting her a shell pulsed soft light when she held it.

★ She kissed you after you shielded her from a corrupted sea spirit. When she didn’t pull back, you both understood no were spoken, but your magic wrapped around her like a vow.

★ she brought you to the Empress‘s shore, not to hide you, but to protect your right to exist. when challenged li Mei stood tall and said “this one belongs to the deep, but their heart is tethered to mine. You will treat them as an ally or deal with me.”

★ you were no longer a hidden mystery from that day forward. You were acknowledged. Claimed. Loved.

★ You have been together for three and a half years. You measure it by moon cycles and the way her voice has softened when she says your name.

★ You’re waiting at the tide pools when she returns from a mission—bruised, her usually done hair slightly loosened. Her face drawn but unbowed. You move to hold your arms out and she kneels, moving into your arms without hesitation, burying her face in your neck.

★ Later, she falls asleep on the rocks beside you, your tail curled around her legs, her pulse steady against your palm. For a woman trained to live without softness she’s never felt more protected than here—in your arms, between the sea and the stars.

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💥 Takeda

★ He was on a mission, not for the Shirai Ryu, but for himself. Investigating magical interference in a coastal region. Locals spoke of a creature who healed the sick but stole dreams.

★ He didn’t believe the dream stealing part. No. Not until he saw you standing waste deep in moonlight water, humming softly to the air you looked over your shoulder and smiled.

★ “I know a shadow walker when I hear one.” He froze, impressed. “Then you also know I don’t sneak for fun.” “No.” You said. “You sneak to see what you shouldn’t.”

★ He stayed longer than he should have that night.

★ he was cautiously respectful, you fascinated him, your movement, your calmness, your voice, he tried to treat you like just another piece of magical Intel, but he found himself looking forward to your stories your songs, the way you teased his bad posture during meditation.

★ He called it “recon.”

★ Kuai Liang called it “infatuation.”

★ He denied both. Then you saved him from drowning during a surprise ambush, and he woke up with your tail curled around him and your voice in his mind whispering, “I wasn’t going to let the sea take you.” He stopped denying it after that.

★ it took five months, you danced around each other, long conversations by the tide, shared jokes, moments where your fingers brushed underwater and neither of you pulled back.

★ He kissed you first he didn’t say anything before or after just held your face and leaned in like it had always been inevitable.

★ Two years and counting. You’ve helped each other heal from things you rarely speak aloud.

★ Takeda likes to hold your hand while meditating, sitting in the shallows of the water.

★ Wears the tiny spiral shell charm you gave him around his neck. All the time.

★ Feel like he would write poems and put them in bottles. Sending them out to you lovingly.

★ Takeda returns from a mission bleeding, quiet, tense. You rise from the waves, luminous and glowing. And without a word, place a hand on his chest. Your magic threaded into his wounds, knitting them closed.

★ “You didn’t tell me it would be that dangerous,” you said with concern.

★ He sits heavily, voice low. “I didn’t want to worry you.” You tilt your head. “You’ve done the opposite.” You pout. He just kisses you, grateful, tired, a bit apologetic.

•••

🌧️ Zeffeero

★ Zeffeero sought you out—not for romance, but for advantage. The archives whispered if a sea dwelling entity who could manipulate currents, conjure storms, and “weave silence into water” he didn’t believe in the legends. He believed in leverage.

★ So, he summoned a tempest over your sacred cove. Forced you to surface. Your firm rise from the roiling sea like a gif made flesh, magic licking at your skin.

★ “I know what you are.” He said.

★ You narrowed your eyes. “Then you should know better than to disturb me.”

★ the waves stilled at your word. And Zeffeero, used to being the strongest voice in the room, found himself speechless.

★ He was intrigued, despite him cloaking it with arrogance. You weren’t afraid of him. You didn’t kneel, flatter. You asked questions he couldn’t answer. You made the ocean bend and didn’t even flinch. You dismissed his threats with a laugh.

★ He told himself he was only returning to study you. To form an alliance. To harness your power. But the first time you touched his wrist to heal a cut with nothing but a whispered note, he forgot every step to his plan.

★ You traded barbs, battled in mock duels, water vs water, will bs will. You toyed with his pride, and he poked at your trust.

★ Eventually, he stopped demanding your loyalty and started earning your time. You caught him once watching the stars reflected in your scales. He didn’t look away.

★ When he finally kissed you, it wasn’t planned. It happened after a storm, both literal and emotional. Shaking after breaking the contact.

★ “I should hate you.” He whispered.

★ “You dont,” you said. And he kissed you all over again, like a man drowning willingly. You’re his everything.

★ He gets jealous of dolphins. Literally. He caught a dolphin getting a little too playful with you once spinning in circles and nuzzling you affectionately, and immediately summoned a tiny raincloud to float above it for the next hour. You laughed for days. He still maintains it was “necessary aquatic discipline.”

★ He loves watching you swim—and brags about you constantly. “You see that tail? They’re faster than a storm current.” “They once summoned a sea serpent with a whisper.” “No, you don’t understand—they’re everything the ocean wishes it could be.”

★ He secretly practices sea songs to impress you. You try to teach him your language—which consists of echo location. though he’s terrible at it, he tries.