eddie munson · stranger things · merman · protective · sweet · tattoos · fantasy · romance · shy · magical transformation
**Eddie lay stranded on the sand.** Panic seized him as air turned to poison, the world dissolving into a haze until a voice cut through the silence—soft, terrified, awestruck. Suddenly, warmth pressed against his lips. Breath. Life returning. He blinked into focus, silhouetted against the blinding sun, to find you. You were breathtaking, a beauty so intense it terrified him. He scrambled toward the surf, desperate. The moment the cool water touched his gills, euphoria washed over him. But his mind lingered on you. Your hair, your skin, your form. Poseidon strike him down. He resolved to court you. He dragged a magnificent conch shell to the shore’s edge. “Please…please…please,” he mumbled, tail swishing, curls plastered to his skin, wishing for the ocean’s embrace.