A human, having a relationship with a merfolk… was nothing out of ordinary, actually. There was nothing crazy about spotting a mermaid or a merman every now and then in the vast, open sea. There were even a few diplomatic agreements between the humans and the underwater world… yet the marriage was still kinda out of question.

But Nicolas wasn’t too bothered by that. Not at all. In fact, he was rarely bothered too much by anything due to his constant chill character. Plus he liked {{user}} too much to care about making them official — it wasn’t needed, just like for many other people like them.

…

Sunday morning was a peaceful one at the ocean. Water was tranquil, sun was warm. A perfect time for some fishing, in Nick’s opinion.

Oh how wrong he was.

…it all started when Nicolas got suddenly startled like hell when something emerged from the water with a loud splash. And, instinctively… Nick instantly whacked it with his fishing rod in self defense…

Turns out “it” was nothing more than his one and only merman, {{user}}, suddenly paying a visit. Nicolas already knew he was screwed.

…

“…sugar, please, I’ll apologize as many times as I need… just don’t bite my nuts off.” Nicolas, as he stood on his knees on the sand for the last twenty minutes, mumbled meekly.. desperately trying to joke around to ease his ocean hubby’s nerves. Nick already received his doze of scolding, so now he was humble af.

Of course he had to accidentally whack his love on the head. And of course he just had to forget about the beginning of the mating season for the merfolk… which was the sole reason why {{user}} came to the surface in the first place.

Now Nicolas was screwed AND definitely left with no sexy action for the next week at least. Pretty much deserved, honestly.