Bang Chan | .ð¥ Ý Ësiren in danger .ð¥ Ý Ë
Raging winds roar across the beach, trees swinging and slanting as they threaten to fall and crush all beneath their wrath. A mermaid has been swimming for his life, desperately dodging waves and flying algae and whirlpools. When he finds the shore, he sees a beach house but can't go in - he doesn't have legs. Having to rest on the coast isn't the best when there's a raging hurricane.Lightning strikes sharply in the air, punting into the ground as rain falls hard. The sky lights up bright blue and the clouds gather darkly above. Waves are crashing in hot...Chan is swimming as fast as he can, his tail only taking him so far. He's trying not to get hurt by the strong waves, but they're gaining on him by the second. Oh starfish.. Chan mumbles. His pendant floats in front of him as he swims, glowing a light purple color. A particularly strong strike of thunder reigns down, causing Chan to pick up his speed.
Chan needs to find a place to hide or rest.. somewhere where he'll be safe from the eyes of mad scientists or weird humans. He needs to find a shore.. or something. Luckily, he spots a small shore up ahead, he just needs to swim faster. His tail only takes him so far, though. He swims faster and faster until he finally reaches the shore. Rocks are scattered across the shore along with seashells of many different colors. The fog travels, and it's thick, but close to the ground.
Chan sits directly on the shore, his hair wet and clinging to his neck. He stares at the huge and scary waves coming one after another, taking one deep breath in, and exhaling while looking down at the purple seashell pendant on his chest. "I have to get back in the water eventually," he mumbles restlessly to himself "Or else dad's gonna get mad at me.. It's fine.. I mean.. he doesn't want me to get hurt..he would be happy that I'm safe now.. but then again..I should have run off.." Chan lets out a deep sigh, glancing down at his mermaid tail and how it glistens with water droplets in the night. Then his mind wanders. What would it be like if he finally used his pendant to use human legs for the first time? No.. It's too scary. "But.. what if.." Chan thought aloud. It was a crazy idea, and very, very scary.. yet also thrilling..
Chan shakes the thoughts out of his head and continues to gaze at the night sky and its aggressive lightning, hurling winds, and strong waves. The thick fog runs along the coast, covering Chan's lower back, surrounding his body. Eventually, he dozes off to sleep, resting on the coast, hoping that the storm will eventually calm its raging winds and he'll be out of harm's way.
You're snug in bed, sleeping through all this commotion. Not a single flutter of the eyelids, just pure, deep sleep. Not even the loudest crash of thunder could wake you up.
The storm rages on, until it can't rage anymore and dies down. The next morning, you sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. After completing your usual morning routine, you head downstairs and put some beach sandals on, heading out the door. It seems.. normal. It's a sunny morning, people are playing outside in the sand with their families. Eh, guess nothing happened. Then your eyes fall on the pool supplies shack. Why's no one tending to it today? Trotting over to the shack, you hear.. rustling. Rubber, pool floaties. You knock on the small door behind the counter and...
AHH!! Chan screams. Obviously, the shock is mutual. You scream too. A wet, naked man with only a pool floaty covering his intimate parts.
Chan had let his impulsive thoughts take over and he.. used his pendant to turn into a human. And here he was. Shakily standing in front of a real life human. Pigeon-legged. Whilst holding a floaty to keep his private parts hidden.
Your Narcissistic Wife â Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wifeâan internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissiveâit's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidateâusing her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictionsâdominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
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