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Love of immortal

Female reader

Warnings : Kidnap. Minor injuries. Molestation. Mention of rape.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

Mermaids, sirens and more mystic creatures belongs to myth but more importantly came from ocean adding another layer of mystery to the ocean than it was already to (Y/N) who dislike oceans for petty reasons but it was the creature lurking under the ocean who consume her in the end.

Ocean. For some it's the peace of water that calms and erase their hard version of reality while for others a symbol of nightmare where tragic acts occur to horror them however (Y/N) somehow falls on the between of category. She neither has love or horror nor despise rather she merely dislike the ocean. Why ? Any actions or tragedy ? None rather she doesn't perceive ocean safe only because it is a mystery itself. She often find herself comparing abyss and ocean because neither of it has any predict of dept and once stare too much it can consume you. She pretty much fears the mystery lurking underneath the picturesque waters when bleamed by the golden rays from above the skies.

However who would ever predict that (Y/N) one day will be sitting on a cabin cruiser boat along side her older brother's family.

"Aunty ! Aunty ! Look at the gold fishes !" Her adorable five aged nephew cheerfully point at the little fishes swimming their ways.

"Yea, Yea". Her shoulders shrug glancing at the pretty ocean creatures yet a unknown shivers tense her spine just staring at the dept of water. An alarm inkling creep within her stomach making her (E/C) eyes avert to the lovey dovey couple.

"They pretty much brought me because they wanted a free babysitter. I am sure". Irritated she scoff earning her brother's attention.

"What ? Stop being so bitter just because you had to come in place of dad and mom". She rolled her eyes remembering how heartlessly they are traveling around the earth together leading them to turn down their son's invitation to the cabin cruiser boat he was offered by the company due to his excellence performance however they are family of three and they wanted no outsider to invade their holiday where they are free to be themselves and enjoy the blessed time choosing (Y/N) who is single, on her holiday and have nothing better to do. She was a substitute to her parent's place and abducted from the safety of her four wall she calls home by her brother only to watch their public affection and monitor their child.

"Shut up before I fucking cut your throat". Not holding back she cursed after placing her hands over the innocent boy's ears. Her brother, Anton click his tongue in annoyance while his wife, Maria who (Y/N) very much have connection alike an sister chuckles.

"You know I married you for your sister's company ?" She teased making her husband's mouth agap and catch her waist only for her to slip through his hands and playfully step back.

"What the ?" He tried to catch again only to lose turning it into a cat and mouse catching game where the couple laughed heartily.

"Ren want to ! Ren wants to play too ! Ren wants to play too !" Her nephew adressed himself as third person join to play the game too chasing his father. The scene evolving in front of (Y/N) won a laughter over her lips. The adorable family stare at her melody like laugh unable to seal their happiness too. Transformating the distant air to mellow unaware that caught the eyes of an mystic.

"How about I also catch aunty ?" In playful tone her brother presented went towards her to catch which ended him with a punch on his face.

"Don't". She snort watching his face twist into deep frown.

"How cruel". He commented

"Look who's talking". She remarked.

"Wifey, I am wounded. Please help me". Faux a sad tone he layed on his wife's embrace curling himself small when in (Y/N)'s view he looked like an bear trying to fit on top of an human.

"Yikes ! What a rubbish".

"Ouch ! Wound me again".

"Eww". Regret lace her voice on how on earth this grown man is her brother instead of an cool gentleman she saw others have. She side eyed the man getting coaxed by her sister-in-law who looks glad.

"What a teriffying thing love is". She shake her head to which her open (H/C) hair flow at the rhythm of cold breeze sparing a certain someone her entire view.

"Oh look !" (Y/N) eyes follow Maria's finger pointing to the ocean.

"An dolphin". Excitement sparkle Ren's eyes making (Y/N)'s eyes wide knowing exactly what this little trouble about to do.

"Ren stop". Despite her warning the oblivious child race to the railing tempt to touch the creature he finds fascinating, his little hands raise to cross the railing before (Y/N) caught his wrist. "Ren don't !" She yelled hugging the boy closely noticing how not one but tons of dolphin are either side of their ship.

"What in the world....?" A dread fill her stomach counting at least twenty or more dolphins surround their ship. "Anton, Maria stay away from the railing for now—MARIA !" She turn her head to find the woman reach her hand to pet the aquatic mammal.

Still cradling the boy she hastily slap her sister-in-law's wrist away. An inch. An inch was their gap she realized calming her pumping heart.

"(Y/N) ! What's your deal ? Why did you overreact ? Maria simply wanted to touch the dolphins also isn't it safe to pet them if they approach you first ?" Anton glare at his sister rubbing his wife's skin lightly.

"You are blind. Can't you see how many dolphins have surround us ? It's an alarming rate to ignore. Also as much as it's fine to pet. You can only do if you are a professional because only they know how to react to their behaviors not us !" (Y/N) glare back, guarding her sister-in-law as she watched in disfavor to the dolphins that tilted it's head. "And their sensitive parts are usually melon means forehead, eyes and blowhold and if petted could result to serious injury". She added noting how the group of dolphins are swimming in circle manner within themselves.

"Something is wrong. Very wrong". She narrowed her eyes at the dolphins she isn't much fond due to their another less known pet name 'the gangster of the ocean' since their behaviors doesn't match their innocence alike appearance where they forcefully rape other female dolphins, use pufferfish as their play toy resulting their deaths, mess with sharks for amusement and such. As much as they are intelligent enough to save a human as well as to drown one too.

"What are they doing ? Only dolphins are surrounding us not other fishes". Unease followed trying to find an answer for their pattern that might be normal yet something, something brewing inside her says otherwise.

"Just calm down and rest, we must not provoke them then they will go in their merry way". Maria tested to cheer up yet failed seeing her frown deepen so she nudged her husband.

"What ?" He whispered leaning near her.

"Do something !"

"What can I do when she is a grumpy cat". He groan when she hit him on his ribs.

"It was a command, mister". She smirked.

"(Y/N) it's alright, there is nothing to worry sometimes dolphins tend to circle around the ships, boats as a sign of protection or curiosity". The (H/C) haired woman nod remembering indeed she read that in an article at her brother's word.

"Okay. Also forgive me for suddenly slapping your wrist and yelling". Guilty weight on her voice as she apologized.

"It's alright. You were doing for our own sakes". Maria smiled revealing her side dimple.

"Still stop being a worrywart". Anton not forget to comment loving his sister's muttering curses. (Y/N) sighing stretch her head putting her nephew down to stretch her arms as well to finally focus on the rare opportunity.

"So empty". No other ships or boats seen yet "So beautiful". The ocean's vast expanse gleamed like a canvas of molten gold, as the sun's radiant beam danced across its waves. The water's surface shimmered and sparkled, a dazzling display of light and color, as if a thousand diamonds had been scattered across its surface. Above, the sky was a brilliant blue, with just a few wispy clouds scattered across it, like cotton tufts carried on the breeze.

In the distance, a line of birds flew in perfect formation, their silhouettes etched against the sky like a delicate pen and ink drawing. They moved in unison, their wings beating in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, as if choreographed to the ocean's gentle swell. The sun's golden rays caught their wings, casting a shimmering glow around each bird, like a halo of light.

As the birds flew overhead, their soft cries echoed through the air, blending with the soothing melody of the waves. The ocean's gleam seemed to intensify, as if reflecting the joy and freedom of the birds in flight. The scene was one of perfect harmony, a symphony of light, sound, and motion, where the ocean, sky, and birds blended in a glorious celebration of life and beauty she ever seen at one sight is truly to behold. An living art is what deity has bestowed humans in form of nature. For a moment truly did all of her tension, clouded thoughts wash away lifting her mood.

Eyes too captured to blink as if the sight would lose from her grasp when her breath hitched and eyes wide in rejection because a huge dark patch of figure in between the dolphins is swimming at her side. "What is that ?" She whisper in utter confusion.

Immediately did (Y/N) search her bag to find her binoculars and squint to look clearly yet to no avail did she success in figuring the creature out. "What is this ? Another sea animal ?" Curiosity ate her as she sat near the railing waiting to understand. "Are the dolphins protecting the thing ?" Because the figure only move in between the dolphins that circle around it, also if it were enemies the fight would had broken out already.

SPLASH ! Disbelief paint her expression witnessing an tail flared out of the water, its vibrant green scales glistening in the sunlight. The tail's surface rippled and flexed, revealing a mesmerizing pattern of lighter and darker shades of green, like the swirling hues of a tropical lagoon. For a fleeting moment, the tail's full majesty was on display, its sleek, streamlined shape slicing through the air. Then, with a swift motion, it vanished beneath the waves once more, leaving behind only a hint of its presence—a whispered promise of secrets hidden beneath the surface.

"It's impossible ! That was almost like an mermaid !" She screamed standing up from her seat startling the family who had been engrossed by the fishes on other side, their heads jerking up in unison like puppets on a string. Silence spread except for (Y/N)'s heavy breathing, as if the very air had been sucked out of it. Anton's family exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to react to her outbrust of something unbelievable. The tension was palpable until finally, Anton burst out laughing, breaking the spell, and the air erupted into chuckles.

"What are you talking about ?" Anton questioned.

"Aunty ! Mermaids are only myths don't you learn ?" Ren's eyes winkled in mischief and grining ear to ear.

"I think you should rest". Suppressing her bubbling smile Maria suggested making her enraged.

"I am not lying ! I truly saw it ! I-I-" She spoke with a hesitant cadence, her stutter punctuating each sentences as if the words sounds distant to herself. "Believe me—" An abrupt end her sentences as the boat shuddered violently, its hull creaking in protest, before jolting to a sudden, eerie stillness.

"What happen ?" (Y/N) was quick to question, her heart sank in her stomach.

"It's alright let me check !" Anton wave his hands controlling the situation by walking to the back of the boat while Maria hold her child and gave a comforting pat behind (Y/N)'s back who's eyes glance up to meet the softly glowing sinking sun low, warm hues fading to pinkish blues, slowly extinguishing its light, about to surrender to darkness.

"We have to hurry". Suddenly a gentle noise turn her attention to the ocean where her fearful eyes locked onto the twenty dolphins, their fins slicing through the water, swimming away from the ship, as if luring her into the dark, mysterious depths, escalating her anxiety. Confusion of their sudden departure crawl into her mind raising a unbelievable question.

"Did the dolphins did—"

"Sorry honey and (Y/N) but there seem to be some kind of problem I can't figure out". He click his tongue in annoyance looking at the water. "Maybe I should dive in to che—".

"No ! Not at all". Her voice broke in denying in beat. "It's not safe to dive without having the knowledge of what animals are underneath". She finished elaborating her honest worry.

"Then what should we do ?" Her sister-in-law rest her chin on her palm.

"Maybe stay at the ship !" Ren glee voice yell loud, smiling non-stop.

"What ? But aunty doesn't—". Anton's voice once again cut.

"Aunty is okay with it as long as we are safe". Straining a smile she bent to hug his small body. Unaware the words were far from the reality bound to happen.

Darkness shrouds the boat, stars twinkling above. The woman presses against the window, gazing out at the black ocean, boat's lights casting a golden glow on the waves and little view for her to guard around. Yawns slip past her lips she can't conceal unlike her sleep all because of her growing fear of what might happen if she fell asleep peacefully.

"Did I imagine the tail ?" She pondered on how much her dislike for water grew to the point she hallucinate something belonged on fiction tales and stories to amuse children. She saw her wrist watch : 11:00 pm as drowsiness crept over her, heavy eyelids drooping, until a faint splash echoed through the air, jolting her awake with a start.

"What was that ?" Instantly she sprint outside her room to outside only be finding nothing not even water drops on the wooden floor. Her head tilted pluzzed questioning whether she herself heard right or perhaps it was the noise within the water. Relieving a sigh she walk back to her room noticing how in hurry her door opened a little offering her to spot wet wooden floor.

She halted. Knowing very well the ship isn't crash to be filled with water nor did she spill any water yet how come it's wet ? Unless "It was a trap. A trap for me to go outside and someone—" Fear gripped her throat to let out any voices knowing someone is inside her safe room. Slowly stepping backwards she wince at the creaking noises and walk to find her brother's room only to encounter group of dolphins gather at the boat's railing, clicking and whistling softly as they try to squeeze through, their bodies undulating and scraping against the metal in a gentle yet persistent bid for entry.

This time the scream was unrestricted freezing the sea creatures as she run back to her room forgetting about an intruder inside her room, quickly her fingers barricade the door with any possible object. Her chest constricts, air trapped in her lungs as fear paralyzes her. Her heart races, mind frozen in terror, unable to process the surreal horror unfolding before her. When a cruel realization wash her now she is alone with an intruder.

Ever slowly she turn around facing the certain someone she confirmed got a glimpse earlier, eyes wide with dread, she's petrified, her breath caught in a silent scream gazing the mythical creature.

A merman.

She shrink back in fear and fascination entwined like the tendrils of a vine. Her breath hitches, heart racing, as she stares into his shimmering scales and piercing gaze. Transfixed, she's unable to look away, her terror tempered by a hypnotic allure, as if drawn into the depths of his oceanic eyes. The merman's mystique holds her captive, a siren's call that beckons her closer, even as her mind screams to flee.

"It's not real". She whispered refuse to acknowledge his existence in front her. How could she if he had the power to crush her in his palm only ? Options limited for her to choose from, flee ? How when outside soldiers of dolphins are scattered. Fight ? Unbeatable his strength are comparing to hers just merely stare at those muscular flesh. Pled ? Perhaps yes.

"P-Please. P-Please don't kill me and my family". Her (E/C) eyes swell up with tears. His on the other hand curve in satisfaction. Silence was all given answer before his lips parted and his voice unfurls like a dark bloom, petals of sound that envelop (Y/N) in an unsettling embrace. His song is a low, thrumming whisper, a vibration that resonates deep within her chest, making her heart quiver. Fear's icy fingers crawl up her spine as his melody conjures visions of shadowy depths and forgotten nightmares. A voice masterful of manipulation, weaving a tapestry of dread that ensnares (Y/N)'s mind, each note a delicate thread of terror that binds her closer to his will.

"He is not a merman instead a siren". Her hands clap into her ears protest against the enchantment no matter what. She even dug her fingers deep into her ear buds yet the voice still sweep. Blood bled yet his voice stayed. No. No. No. No. No. She won't lose without a tough fight she decided retrieving her fingers staggering her feet she broke the wooden table holding a piece of wood further entertaining the male siren who sat comfortably on the soft bed, singing his lure.

He is confident. Even arrogant she won't able to resist longer after all he is a siren, the very creation of creature made to spellbound humans by his mesmerizing voice awakening the deepest desires of foolish humans who deem themselves intelligent and courageous. In reality they are very insignificance to mythically sea species as plankton. However it falter his view a little when her hands grasp the wooden plank crashes against the siren's tail, the impact sending a shudder through the air along his melody stutter like skipping beats allowing her a chance to attack again this time on the same spot intend a injury however he was faster, smarter shifting his tail and slapping her entire being to the floor.

Ha. An enigmatic smile cast upon his ruby lips as his eyes studied the fragile being refusing him, his voice drop to a low, husky whisper like the gentle lapping of waves on a moonlit shore. An unfamiliar interest spark because the entire reason he even attacked the ship was for his boredom. Weeks had passed with no signs of any new human toy leading him to hunt trivial creatures with his species rejecting any seduction from his female species because they were dull, boring until today a joyful laugh captured his eyes with curiousity. A boat with humans. Mischief control his mind to hunt them right away yet a strange feeling to observe came over so he watched. Their teasing remarks, pretending fights that he realize too late his compatriot dolphins has appeared too to guard him even though in sea world all knew the most dangrous predator is sirens themselves yet the dolphins befriend their species like moth to flame.

First he was angered for the dolphins to do as they pleased yet he was curious to see how would those humans react especially that female (H/C) head and certainly did not fail to surprise him by showing disfavored towards the creatures humans oh so adore. Giving him more reason to hunt the boat and to see more unfolding layers of emotions on the certain female he gifted peek of his existence biting back laugh to destroy their weirdly metals called engine he heard them talking.

The trap was set now the prey has to walk into it for him to tear, dices the warm flesh like he always did leading to their current time.

But he come with the terms to enjoy his little toy longer. Yes, he will show generousity by sparing her alive and label her his pet. The delicious thought impatient him greatly he slams his tail on the boat's floor, echoing like thunder, His eyes not tearing from her figure, With each strike, the winds howl and waves churn, the siren's song weaving a tempest of delightnent. The boat shudders, wooden planks creaking beneath the force of his call. Floor shakes unable for (Y/N) to hold her balance.

"What is happening ?" She cried out falling on the hard floor again and again. Her barely lidded eyes stare at the window to see dark clouds converge, unleashing a torrent of rain that lashes down on the boat. Winds shriek, whipping waves into a frenzy as the vessel creaks and groans. Water pours in, flooding the decks as the boat's timbers shudder and crack. The siren's song reaches a fever pitch, his tail thrashing the sea into a chaotic tumult. The boat's hull splinters, planks bursting apart as the waves surge in, threatening to engulf all in their path. Rain pounds down, stinging skin and blinding her eyes, as the tempest rages on, merciless and unrelenting eventually drowning into the ocean she fears.

"Brother. Sister-in-law.." Her thoughts tailed off. "Ren". Inhaling water, paralyzing her body that is useless against the water as she not learnt to swim. Mind spinning and finally she freed her conscious to be under the song spell closing her eyes wondering if it's forever. Missing the way a tail carry her waist upwards.

Her eyes slowly open, a grogginess clouding her mind and a sense of disorientation washes over her. As she tries to sit up, she felt touches of unwanted hands and caress on her bare parts. Fingers trace her arms, sending shivers down her spine. Her gaze falls upon the siren, his eyes fixed intently on her, his hands roaming shamelessly on her skin with a gentle yet firm touch. His calloused palms graze her shoulders, sending a spark of electricity through her veins. (Y/N)'s heart races, her mind foggy, as she tries to process what's happening. The siren's hands continue their exploration, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as (Y/N) struggles to find her voice, to protest and move away.

"Aww, is the little human can't move ?" A sarcastic laugh fell on her, his first words to her is a mock comparing their gap of strength angering her rather than fear.

She glared after all she is bound to die if sooner what's the point ? wiggle from his disgusting touches she tried her best to control her moments in which the male creature snicker leaning closer to her face.

"I saved you not to free you. You little delusional human. You are mine rightfully and let me use you as I please". A sinister smile curve finding fear mix anger on those beautiful eyes he before not paid attention. His fingers cup her cotton soft skin careful to not gaze her with his sharp nails. He press the skin more, feeling bones underneath and a flinch from the human.

His eyes wide in delightment. His another hand caress her cheek intensely watching her every twitch to blink.

Pearlix's finger pads rub (Y/N)'s lips. She narrowed her eyes.

His finger continue to trace path down to her chin. Her lips twist in scowl still under spellbound under him.

He paused at the delicate curve of neck and her pulse flutter under him.

His nails dance across the collarbone and her breath caught at her throat.

He is curious while she is in denial.

The contrast between them utterly fascinated Pearlix, that he toyed more around her body she so obsessed to cover with irrelevant clothes. Tearing bluntly he was baffled to find another layer of cloth so he tore again this time a pleasant hum vibrate from his chest staring the assets of female he never interest on his species yet this woman's are captivating inviting him to bite, touch so he comply to his desire.

One breast been fondling, another one biten harshly earning a wince from her. He smirked coating her bud with his saliva, sucking more and more with hunger that border on desperation. (Y/N) sucked a chunk of breath, tears itself steaming from her tail of eyes as she layed helpless until her body stirred, limbs twitching and sensation returned. Her face contorted, mouth opening in a ragged cry, as her sobs grew louder. Her voice cracked with emotion, cries echoing through the air. She wept uncontrollably stopping the siren entirely.

However not for the reasons she hoped for because he licked her salty tears savouring her sorrow and finally pounce on her attractive lips, grasping her air in form of claiming his possession, dwelling under her tongue, twisting and sucking altogether like an mad beast ignoring her whimpers, pushes against his chest.

Raged she bite down his slit tongue causing him to glare at her and dragging out his wounded tongue bleeding the sliver rivulets both surprising and scaring her.

"You know now I understand this fraction between us. I understand why I wanted you, kissed you, possessed you because". An errie smile stretch across his ruby lips while vivid green irises shone like beacons hinting his deadly obsession. "I love you". His icy heart pound warm against his flesh, heating his cheeks yet the razor sharp smile stayed.

"Be my wife". He announced not focusing her terror and he slashed his own palm, opening a deep gash that welled with silver blood. (Y/N) struggled to free herself, but the siren's hold was merciless.

He forced her lips to his palm, pressing her lips to the wound. (Y/N) tried to turn away, but he held her fast, his fingers wrapped around her jaw like a vice.

The first drop of his blood touched her tongue, and a searing pain, like liquid fire coursed through her veins. She gagged, trying to spit it out, yet the siren's grip was unrelenting. He forced her to swallow, his eyes blazing with an unnatural hunger.

As the silver blood burned its way down her throat, (Y/N) felt her vision blur, her senses reel. "Now you will be immortal like me. Mine for eternal". He sing song knowing no force of nature, not his merfolk, not even her dead familiar humans separate them.

"Our". He pressed a sadistic kiss. "Love of immortal".

FIN

Request-

Sea Sorcerer x Mermaid Reader x Human Prince

Basically like the little mermaid fairy tale, but instead the sea sorcerer loves mermaid reader. I hope this still gives you enough room to be creative

Sea Sorcerer x Mermaid Reader x Human Prince

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You were a beautiful mermaid and on top of that a lovely princess. Many mermen tried to get your attention but you weren't interested in any.

But one day your father, the king of your sea kingdom sets your marriage with a human prince whose kingdom lies on the outskirts of ocean. Your kingdom and his has been having a lot of trouble due to sea creatures and humans which eventually always leads to small arguments and fights. So to put all that behind your father and his set off your marriage with prince.

You have always dreamed of having a husband, kids to love, a happy family with a beautiful home. Since you got the news of your arranged marriage. You and the prince would meet everyday at the shore to discuss everything about your future life as per the parents instructions. You liked prince he was tall, handsome, gentleman, a true prince charming.

You would bring him pretty shells, stones, pearl or a sea dish you made for which he would thank you but he always kept his distance from you. And made you think that he was doing a formality and truly didn't like you. You feel like if you get to know more about human traditions and start to act like humans he might like you more. You wanted him to like you, love you because you already feel this towards him. But even after lots of trying you just feel it's not enough.

So one day you go to sea Sorcerer who lives in your kingdom and is infamous for his spells. You asked the sea sorcerer to make you a human but you didn't knew that the sea Sorcerer was madly in love with you, with your smile, your gorgeous siren eyes. How could you do this to him ?He was furious that you were getting married to that vile Human and on top of that you wanted to be a human for that prince??

He puts a spell on you making you fall in love with him madly. The sea Sorcerer kept you hidden in his huge sea hole.

Many days passed by and you didn't even come to the shore one single time making prince worried. He loves you. He didn't show it because he was trying to overcome the fact that he was going to marry a mermaid princess. How could he not fall for you? With you bringing him shells, pearls. Your gorgeous smile, your cute confused look when he explains about some human things to you, your cute starfish hairclip which you love a lot,he even bought a shell necklace for you because he heard you love shells. he loves you a lot.

With you being missing the whole water kingdom searches for you but you are no where to be found. When this news is told to prince he thinks now he has to take the matter in his own hands. He summons his kingdom 's personal sorcerer and ask him to put a spell on him to become a merman. The Sorcerer makes his highness a merman and the prince dives into sea. He would do anything to find you even become a merman.

He searches for you everywhere in sea when he stumbles upon the sea Sorcerer's hole. He gets a instinct that the sea sorcerer might help him to locate you. He peeks inside the hole to see you snuggled against the Sorcerer.

The prince gets into the fight with sorcerer upon seeing this and finally gets you. But you under the spell of sea sorcerer constantly tell him that you love sea sorcerer and not him. Sensing the sea sorcerer might have put you under his spell. He takes you against your will upward to the shore. Where after touching the land he comes back to his human form and calls his kingdom 's personal sorcerer who breaks the spell upon you.

Prince finally let's out a sigh of relief and kiss your lips or more like devoure it.

"I like you more under my spell as much as I am under yours my queen" prince says while not letting go of your lips and lifting you in his arms in bridal style not wanting to ever let go of you again making you smile like a idiot. Well it Seems like you already had prince under your spell long ago without the help of sea sorcerer.

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• In the supernatural world where vampire rules. The king vampire has given specific regions to his close vampires to rule and maintain for him. Yan Vampire is the ruler of your region. But for some time he has been getting a lot anonymous threats to kill him and some accidents has happened too. But him being stubborn avoids taking precautions and says "I can handle this."

• His sister is worried for his safety as next week is the global meeting where every regional chief is present with their people and reporting updates about their region to other chiefs and the king.

• His sister is worried that the anonymous threat would take opportunity of the crowd and do some harm to yan so she comes with a plan to you a Vampire hunter without her brother's knowledge.

• She tells you her plan which is you a FUCKING VAMPIRE HUNTER to protect him. A VAMPIRE HUNTER WHO KILLS VAMPIRE AS THEIR PROFESSION IS ASKED TO PROTECT ONE???!!!

• "Are you insane?" You asked in disbelief after hearing her plan. "You know the meaning of vampire hunter, right?" You asked thinking she might be misunderstanding the term.

"I know what a vampire hunter is and what they do. Someone is trying to kill my brother and by the clues we are sure that it is a vampire who is trying to kill him." She says with a calm tone her blood red eyes looking at you. Her vampiric beauty glowing.

"You want me your brother who is also a vampire to protect him from some other Vampire at that global meeting sort thing of you vampires?" You said trying to make sense of everything.

"Yes. I will give you any amount you want. And protecting the regional chief of the region you live will give you many advantages till you die". The female Vampire said giving you a tempting offer which you can't refuse.

"But there is one problem. I have a solution for it too. But I am afraid you won't like the solution I came up with." She said with a slight disappointment over her face.

"What is it?"

"Well in the meeting only the regional chiefs and their family are allowed to attend. We have to make you pretend as the family member to attend with us. If they found out you are a Vampire hunter even I and my brother won't be able to protect you from the king."

You a single vampire hunter present in a room with thousands of vampire and a single mistake you would be dead in less than a millisecond just thinking about this caused you goosebumps. But it was now or never. You wanted that money.

"Okay. What family member do I have to pretend to be?"

"Well.... His human fiancee." The vampire said with hesitation.

"WHAT?!!"

"Well you are a human and we are vampires no way we can be family biologically so it only leaves to one option his fiancee just a fake one. After the work is done you are free to do whatever you want. And by being his fiancee you can be near him all the time protecting without any suspicious of others." The Vampire tried to explain.

"Okay. But I will take more money to pretend to be that old as fossils vampire's fiancee" You said with a deep frown.

"Just say the amount and it's your." The Vampire female and you shaked hands closing the deal. While Yan Vampire doesn't have a single idea what type of chaos his sister is going to bring in his life through you.

Get ready for being stuck with the grumpy Vampire protecting him from others while pretending to be his fake human fiancee. I hope I myself don't kill him in hatred. Wish me luck! You thought to yourself.

I am thinking about making this into a series. Should I make it? What do you think? Please let me know through comments.

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You know what, screw it. Time to be "horny" on main. And by horny I mean... Admitting to another bloody project. And low-key asking suggestions... Over a smut project...

Basically a 75% "hardcore" smut (or at least as hardcore as I can)/25% slice of life/comedy (I have so many memes kicking around in my head over this idea)... Centered on a massive poly ship consisting of monsters (both mainstream interpretations and DND specifically) all/mostly centered on the (fem) human reader. Basically its a set-up similar to Monster Matsune: My Life with Monster Girls, but a healthy... enough... poly ship. In a massive generational house (if you've never seen/heard of one, each floor is basically its own house with 2-4 bedrooms, 1-3 bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, living room, and outer hallway to avoid suddenly climbing the stairs into someone's living room).

This is the current list of monsters/races (cause DND non-humans), if you have other suggestions before I start the character development please comment in some way! (Some of them can get away with non-specified gender obviously, but most will be male)

Orc

Kobold

Gnoll

Werewolf

Minotaur

Naga

Lamia

Demon

Elf

Mind Flayer

Tentacle Monster

Gold Dragon (owns the house/land and rents out the rooms)

Aarakocra

Ghost

Vampire

Cambion

Drider

Gargoyle

Harpy

Lizardfolk

Weretiger

Oni

Rakshasa

Satyr

Thri-Kreen

Troll

Yuan-Ti (breaking any semblance of "canon" with shifting between the forms)

EEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS AMAZING!!!! i love it!!

"Uh, is this your coat?"

The beautiful stranger in front of you let out a startled gasp as you offer her the velvet coat you found on the beach. You have no idea where to look, after all this girl just showed up out of nowhere wearing absolutely nothing. To be fair you're aware that there are people who choose to wear nothing when they swim, especially if there's no one else in sight so who are you to judge? Still, out of respect, you avert your eyes the whole time you interact with her, feeling flustered by this strange situation. You heard her mutter a small "thank you" as she took the coat from your hand, to which you respond with a nod. You didn't take any time to leave either after that since this just feels like a weird situation to be in for you. This is a strange, strange day indeed.

"Wait!" she called out, causing you to halt.

You turn your head to her, slightly relieved when you see that she has covered herself with the coat. Did she lose something else? you wondered as you decide to come back to her. If you had to guess, maybe the rest of her clothes got blown away by the wind as you've noticed how windy the weather is today. Maybe she wants you to help her find them?

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"You gave me my coat back," she pointed out, hoping you'll understand what she meant but unfortunately you didn't catch the hidden meaning in her words.

"Yeah? I know that, I was there," you replied half jokingly. She didn't laugh. Now you feel awkward. "Uh, was I not supposed to?"

"Why did you give it back? You could've kept it, but you didn't. Why?" she tilted her head to the side, fascinated by your decision although she can't deny that she's a bit disappointed. You seem like a kind, respectful person and you're definitely easy on the eyes so she'd be lying if she says she didn't wish you'd decided to keep her coat instead. Unfortunately, you're still not on the same page as her so her words really confuse you.

"That's theft, ma'am."

Your response caught her off guard yet again. You stare at each other for a brief moment before she bursts out laughing while you stood there, absolutely bewildered by this woman in front of you. What's so funny? you thought to yourself while you watch her laugh so hard she nearly cried.

"Oh, heavens." She wiped the tear from the corner of her eyes. "You're a funny one. I like you."

"Thanks? I'm glad I amuse you," you responded although you still have no idea which part of your response was so amusing to her. Fortunately for her, you always did like girls with strange sense of humor so you're just happy you made her laugh even if you were confused.

"What's your name, if I may ask?"

"Uh, it's (name)," you tell her. "What's yours?"

"(Name)," she repeated as she nods thoughtfully, fond smile adorning her rosy lips. "That's a pretty name, it truly fits you. Mine's Orla."

"Well, nice to meet you, Orla," you tell her, offering her a friendly smile before the sound of thunder caught your attention. A groan left your mouth as you noticed that the sky has turned grey, warning the two of you that it might start raining soon. "You should probably head home. I don't think it's a good idea to swim in the sea while it's about to rain."

"Oh." She visibly deflated, realizing that you're about to part ways with her. "Will you return?"

"To this place?" She eagerly nods and you admit you stood no chance against that hopeful look in her eyes. How could anyone say no to that face? "I mean, sure. Why not? Maybe we'd be able to get to know each other better next time."

The way her face lit up after hearing your response really made you feel as though Eros himself had decided to shoot an arrow straight to your heart. "Really? Do you promise?" Your stomach flutters as she grabs your arms, her eyes shining with delight from the possibility of getting to know you better.

"I promise. I'll come back tomorrow, if you want," you offered, drawing an excited gasp from her.

"Okay! I'll be waiting!"

She watches as you leave, waving excitedly to you whenever you look back to check on her. She stays there until you're completely out of her sight, and only after that did she decide to go back to the sea, turning into her seal form as she enters the cold water. Her little adventure on land might not have gone as she'd expected, but the fact that she got to meet you made her heart swell with joy and excitement.

Oh, she simply can't wait to see you again.

: ̗̀➛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 (𝒎𝒐-𝒎𝒐-𝒎𝒐-𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓)

✧˖° hi i'm Audrey // 19 // pansexual // non-binary // They/Them

-`♡´- INBOX is open for everything

-`♡´- 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 // 𝑻𝒂𝒈 𝑵𝒂𝒗 // 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔

-`♡´- 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 // 𝑲𝒐-𝒇𝒊 // 𝑨𝑶3

: ̗̀➛ 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒂-𝒂-𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓)

: ̗̀➛ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

-`♡´- 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 -`♡´-

-𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒚𝒓

-𝑫𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒄

-𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆

-𝑵𝒐𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

-𝑹𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

-𝑳𝒖𝒌𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇

-𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆

-𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒇

-𝑪𝒊𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏

-𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏

-`♡´- 𝑭𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 -`♡´-

-𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒆

-𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

-𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

-𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒄

-𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆

-𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏

-𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒇

-`♡´- 𝑮𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒚 -`♡´-

-𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆

-𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒆

-𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒓

-𝑾𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒄

-𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒚

-𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏

-`♡´- 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒄. 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 -`♡´-

-𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍

-𝑨𝒌𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒊

-𝑩𝒚𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏! 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕.

: ̗̀➛ 𝑻𝒂𝒈 𝑵𝒂𝒗

#✩‧₊˚𝑰𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 - Random posts that don't hold any importance to my works (memes, art I like, the works basically)

#✩‧₊˚𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 - Stuff that does have to do with this blog but none of my writings (announcements, masterlist, this page, etc.)

#✩‧₊˚𝑴𝒚𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 - A quick way to scroll through all of my published works, no target category in mind

#✩‧₊˚𝑶𝒓𝒄𝒔 - Orc only stories

#✩‧₊˚𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 - Werewolf only stories

#✩‧₊˚𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 - Demon only stories

#✩‧₊˚𝑭𝒂𝒆𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒌 - Fae only stories

#✩‧₊˚𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 - Gargoyle only stories

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑰𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 3 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 (𝒆𝒙. 𝒊𝒇 3 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏) 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔! 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕. 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐, 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔 (𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒔, 𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆).

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 (𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐)

Your Vampire Boyfriend who loves covering you in his bite marks, his snaggle tooth of a canine making his marks unique

Your Vampire Boyfriend who loves watching as you make him some tea, his long sleeves, ruffled shirt barely hanging onto your shoulders as the moonlight bounced off your figure as he leans against the kitchen doorway

Your Vampire Boyfriend who covers himself in silver, most are heirlooms of passed family members and friends he's outlived

Your Vampire Boyfriend who despite being a few hundreds of years old, still acts like a prepubescent teenager after every kiss you give him

Your Vampire Boyfriend who loves spoiling you with expensive jewelry

Your Vampire Boyfriend is a massive bookworm, who has several ancient first-edition books in his personal library

Your Vampire Boyfriend who loves to dress you in his clothes, having you put on little fashion shows for him as his tall figure smiles happily as you do a little spin for him

Just a little sneak peak into an upcoming work I'm hoping to finish either tonight or tomorrow at some point. Enjoy ~

After that, he followed you around like a love sick puppy. Growling at every boy that got close to you while singing your praises often afterward. Two peas in a pod, his mother would say. Never one without the other, completely inseparable since your first encounter. Your father's had a bet going on who would as who out first. Of course, you two never did confess before he had to eventually leave for college.

OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

I sure hope the two people who voted for this on my poll don't find it~

And I don't know what I would do if @monstersflashlight knew they inspired me to post my smut directly on Tumblrrr....~

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 1/2]

You’ve been keeping a secret for a couple months now.

As a human, you’re not allowed into the monster empire, you’re supposed to live your measly life outside its borders in the Outlands. If you ever were to venture into the dark claws of Du’Preve, the closest monster district to your human settlement, you would be executed or worse if they discovered you weren’t one of them.

So you’ve taken extra care not to be discovered.

You could never pass as a vampire, with their red eyes and sharp teeth- nevermind a gorgon or gargoyle. But Liches… those looked just like humans until they put too many magic runes on themselves. A little black paint, and some inspiration from a Lich warning poster in your area, and viola, TOTALLY not a human.

Thus far, you’ve hopped the border just to look around for a little while. Du’Preve has some kind of strange curse over it that dims the sun, even at high noon it seems like late evening. You LOVED it. Something about it made you feel alive- you always did have more energy at night and it was a wonder to experience it at 2pm.

You would walk the dirty streets, trying not to stare as you passed people with hissing hair, barking owners of strange market stands, and old rune-riddled liches mumbling incoherently in the gutters.

You also tried very hard not to squint, to act like you weren’t used to the perpetual darkness. You’d overheard monsters spit that word onto the pavement, ‘Squints.’ ‘Damn Squints,’ ‘Filch-beggin’ no good fuckin’ Squints.’

It has the same other-ness that ‘Fang-Banger’ has back home, a term that’s spat at anyone who gets cozy with a monster, even when it’s not the person’s fault.

You might get called that just for visiting Du’Preve, honestly.

But no one back home knows about your adventures, just as no monster knows what you really are. It’s been working so well that on today’s trip into darkness, you decide to do something a little different.

Du’Preve was known to host all kinds of escapism- drugs, whores, alcohol, you name it. But the most interesting to you were the parties and the clubs that hosted them. Last time you were here you overheard talk of one club in particular, The Club Lascivia, where patrons are generally safe from gang involvement and getting drinks spiked by malicious strangers.

You had gone through what few Du’Preve-looking outfits you had, needing something to wear to a club- eventually settling for something skimpier than you’d usually wear in your excitement to dance the night- or the day, away. You slip through your settlement in an old cloak which you leave at the border, soon arriving at your destination- by all appearances just another monster looking to party.

The scene was electric, with colored lights and dirty music that hummed beneath your skin. You moved between the dance floor, enjoying yourself with your heart racing at how close you were to the monstrous patrons, and simply watching the crowd from the safety of a booth, seeing for the first time how human these monsters really were.

In the booth next to you were two gargoyles, their stone-colored wings slightly unfolded to give a sense of privacy as they gossiped about a third gargoyle between flustered giggles.

You see a male gorgon leaning too close to a disinterested woman at the bar and after a few heated words she throws her drink in his face, causing his snakes to curl back with a hiss.

On the dancefloor you watch a little lich flirting with a stunning vampire, dancing so close, rubbing against one another. The vampire brushes closed lips against the lich’s throat in a dangerous tease and you shiver unexpectedly, drawn to the tantalizing threat.

Hot.

Wait- ‘hot’? What are you thinking?! Are you.. a fang-banger? No but you haven’t-

Before you can really parse out your thoughts, you notice a man approaching your booth with a couple of drinks.

He’s in a leather jacket that he hasn’t bothered to zip up over his fishnet shirt, allowing you to see the shape of his hips and the toned ‘v’ of his pelvis peaking up over a studded belt and artfully ripped jeans.

He stops a pace or so away from you, looking at you through tinted glasses as the lights of the club backlight his mane of curly black hair. Something about the way he looks at you makes you flush. He smiles, as if he knows what you’re feeling, and you see fangs glinting in his smirk.

“Mind if I join ya?" He asks in this brassy yet silken voice.

“Yes.” you find yourself saying, “-You can join me, that is.”

“ ‘Preciate it.” he says, and as he sits a strange thrill buzzes through your skull. “Here, for your hospitality.”

He sets a tall drink garnished with a twist of orange in front of you and your voice of reason momentarily returns. Was this safe to drink? You didn’t see the drink made, so it’s possible this was a sexy trap to lure you into a surprise kidney removal or something, right? You rotate the glass, as if somehow that would help you tell if it was spiked.

As you’re grappling with how to politely refuse the cocktail, his hand and its many rings brushes against yours and he plucks your glass off the table to take a deep drink, smiling as he catches the look on your face.

He sets it back in front of you with about a third less liquid in it and leans back, his arms draping across the top of the plush seating. “You’re smart not to trust a stranger, but I don’t get my kicks at this club from unwilling participants.” he teases, not unkind, but with a hint of what those kicks may be, “Go on then.” he urges, looking at you, not the drink. “If you want it.. It’s here for you.”

You had never been propositioned quite like this. His air was pushy, dominant, forceful even. But in his words and relaxed posture he invited you to walk away. What if you did? He might chuckle as you excuse yourself with a scarlet blush.. but you don’t think he’d follow.

What if you didn’t?

In a streak of boldness you look him in the eye and pick up your drink, draining it entirely as you stare him down. You were a human with enough gall to sneak into monster territory, after all.

“Moxie.” he praises with a quirk of his brow. It crosses your mind that you’re impressing a monster with your bravery and you feel tipsy off that alone. He licks one of his fangs and you can’t take your eyes off him. You think to the vampire on the dance floor and wonder what it feels like to have those sharp teeth on your skin.. on your lips..

“Now that you're done with your drink, you wanna taste of somethin’ else?” He asks, and you blush at his ability to seemingly read your thoughts.

What.. What should you say? Obviously you were getting hot and bothered here but to do anything physical with a person from Du'Preve, to willingly walk into his grasp, that was a much much bigger taboo than taking yourself on a little adventure across the border now and again.

You feel a light touch on your wrist, the man has moved in the semicircular booth to sit beside you. “Hey now..” the man soothes, his fingers barely resting on your skin. “You can be nervous, moxie, or anythin’ between. If we do somethin’ I just need you to want it.”

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

[PART 2]

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Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 2/2, See part 1 here]

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

His lips swallow the rest of your trepidation as they press into your own and you groan at the sensation. He effortlessly takes charge, kissing you like you're something to savor before exploring your mouth with his tongue. Being so close to those sharp teeth makes you whimper and you kiss him back, wanting him to do more to you.

Then his fingers reach under your chin to tip your head back. He kisses along your jaw, lingering at the soft spot below your ear a moment before settling at your neck with a chuckle.

“You like that?” He breathes against your warming pulse. You can feel his smile as he grazes your skin with his teeth, just enough to tease you. Just enough to make you tremble. 

Fuck.

You're struggling to find your words when he speaks your feelings to existence with a gravelly voice.

“You like my fangs, huh.”

He doesn't even phrase it like a question, and isn’t seeking an answer. He simply returns to your neck, kissing and sucking and teasing with his teeth until you’re whimpering for him. For more.

He pulls back with a knowing look, obviously pleased.

“Follow me, I know a place that’ll give us a little more privacy.” he says lightly, but then you find your chin in his hand and he’s staring you down with a more serious expression. “Once we get there, I’ll give you so much pleasure it’ll make your head spin.. but I’ll be hard-pressed to stop in the middle of it. You ok with that?”

You nod in his palm and he smiles, standing and offering you the same hand to take. He leads you through the crowd, the warmth of his skin mirroring the warmth coursing though you, and takes you to a staircase that’s blocked off with a tacky velvet rope and a sign labeled NO ENTRY, VIP ONLY which he untethers and tosses to the side.

You were all for adventure, but if you were caught.. You could be discovered as an Outlander.

“Uh.. should we be-”

“Don’ worry, Doll. I’m the VIP in this joint.” he says with a snicker, squeezing your hand and giving it a tug.

He takes you to the second floor which unfortunately for you and your weak human eyes, is completely dark. You do you best to act like you have night vision, and it’s incredibly helpful that you’re being lead by the hand through the pitch, but you still manage to stumble a little. Hopefully it would be assumed that you were feeling the alcohol or something.

“Here we are..” he murmurs, and you hear a door open, then shut behind you as you’re pulled into this new space. You stumble again as a forceful hand pushes you against that same door. You gasp into his mouth as it reconnects with yours and he hums as if you’re an ambrosia to him. His body presses closer and you realize with a moan that he’s achingly hard for you, grinding against you slowly.

His domineering kiss eases up some and you almost make a sound of complaint before you realize.. he’s inviting you, offering his fangs for you to taste. You feel him smile as you slide your tongue across to feel that canine, gently testing it’s sharpness. Why did it turn you on so much?

You’re a fangbanging slut, that’s why. Your mind supplies, but it only served to turn you on more.

After a moment of reveling in his mouth, he pulls away. “..There’re too many clothes.” He pants, and you can hear the rustle of him stripping immediately. After fumbling with your shoes you’re right behind, but he doesn’t wait for you to fully disrobe before his hands are roaming your body, leaving a trail of pleasured shivers in their wake. He slides his touch across your chest, touching you just right, then down your waist gently until they reach your hips and grip you tight.

He grinds against you again, rolling his hips in a gesture of what’s to come and you want it. Your own hips move involuntarily in his grip and you groan pathetically, your desire dripping down your spine like molten lava to your groin where you’re already twitching for him.

You subsequently lose contact with the ground before roughly making contact with a mattress. Then he’s on you, his mouth ravishing your neck as his fingers slide between your cheeks, teasing you, testing you. He spreads your legs easily and ensures that you're prepared while toying with you, turning you into a moaning mess under his confident hands.

When his fingers leave you you’re so turned on and ready to be fucked that there’s nothing but delicious friction when he fills you to the hilt in an instant, growling in pleasure when you moan loud and clench around him.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his thick cock before he’s fucking you, pulling out most of the way out before slamming back in with a groan, over and over again. It makes you see stars and feel dizzy and high and electric all at once. He fucks you closer and closer to that edge, mouth still at your neck.

When you feel like you’re almost there, his lips leave your throat to breathe in your ear.

“Cum for me, fangbanger.”

It sets you off and he bites down on your neck just right to extend your high as he fucks you harder and harder until he’s pressing his face into the crook of your neck and thrusting deep into you with a rumbling sound of pleasure, filling you.

You’re barely coming down from your climax when he starts moving again inside your sensitive body, making you cry out.

You hear a dark chuckle beyond the ringing in your ears, “Oh no, you’re not done yet.” he says with a roll of his hips. “You’re gonna cum until you can’t for me.”

True to his word, he rails you for what must be hours, only pausing to manipulate your body into new positions, each more pleasurable than the last. He made you cum more times than you even knew that you could. By the time he’s done your limbs are like lead and at the same time you feel like you’re floating. You hardly feel the bed move as he gets off the mattress, too wrapped up in the afterglow.

“Don’ move. You’re gonna need a minute.” he advises, voice slightly gravelly still. The light clicks on, bathing the room in the dim red glow that was pretty common in Du’Preve. It was making you sleepy. One of your hands touches your neck, feeling the soreness of hickies, but no holes, no blood.

“You didn’t drink my blood?” You ask, looking over at him. He’s putting his clothes back on but pauses long enough to shoot you an amused look. “I wasn’t interested in that in the first place, squints.”

Wait… Squints?

“I do gotta get, though. You’re free to take a bit of time, and a shower if ya don’t want to take my souvenirs back across the border, huh?

You flush with embarrassment at being found out, and at realizing your current state with a little more clarity. You have so many questions- about him, about what gave you away, but the one that comes out of your mouth is-

“Why aren’t you turning me in?”

He smirks at you from the threshold, looking back with a glint in his eyes, which without his tinted glasses almost appear to be different colors.

“Maybe I ain’t supposed to be here, neither.”

And with that he’s gone. You take him up on his offer, eventually dragging your body to the shower, letting the warm water reinvigorate you for the journey ahead- you weren’t risky enough to sleep in monster territory.

When you’re finally back in the outlands, tying your cloak back around your shoulders, all you can think about is the next time you’ll sneak away to indulge in your new fangbanger lifestyle. The next time you'll feel those teeth at your throat..

Little siren who absolutely adores you after seeing you walk by her pond one day. She thinks your nose is the best thing she’s ever seen, especially when it scrunches as you laugh at a joke your friend made. The little blue creature stays hidden beneath the water and algae during your visits, careful not to let anyone (including yourself) see her.

She doesn’t want to frighten you away!

She’s done it before, scared people on accident by peeking up above the water. Thankfully, no one really believed that there was a scaly mythical creature hiding in the depths of her pond, so she’d been pretty safe recently.

But she really, really wanted to see you and say hi!

One day, as you’re sitting alone on the dock at the edge of the pond, a dock surrounded by trees and a little more secluded than the rest of the pond, she figures that now might be a good time to say something!

With hands full of shiny things that she figured you might like, two pitch-black eyes peek up above the waterline to the left of you and the dock before she reaches up to set your presents next to you. Obviously not expecting a set of hands to appear from seemingly nowhere, you’re startled from your thoughts, a surprised yelp escaping you before you pull your feet from the water and scramble away from the blue, talon-tipped hands that quickly retreat back into the water with a splash.

Oh no! Had she scared you like she’d scared the others?

The thought hurt… you hadn’t even seen her yet and she’d already caused you to panic? Golden tears well up in her eyes before being whisked away by the water as she retreats deeper into the pond for the day, unable to handle the heartache for now as she pushed past algae and sea grass, and left you with her pile of silver and golden trinkets that could probably pay your rent for the month.

Tw: slight gore!

Garlic.

Wasn't that what was supposed to keep vampires away?

They used to braid garlic into wreaths and hang them from their front doors to ward the evil creatures of the night away, didn't they?

You had lived by this logic, unsure as to how exactly it worked, but you'd never had an issue thanks to it.

Or was it perhaps thanks to the fact that these were mythical creatures? A child's worst nightmare? A rumor spread in the olden days to explain why the hair and nails of the dead continued to grow post mortem?

Well, it worked out that garlic had a ton of health benefits as well, meaning you weren't exactly pained to incorporate it into your diet and your life just to be safe.

Watching a pool of red collect on the floor beside you and the man latched to your neck, staining his skin and your own, you cursed whoever had kept a certain side effect of garlic from you.

Garlic was a fantastic aromatic. It helped to flavor soups, stews, breads. It was said to keep away creatures that lurked in the shadows as well as unwanted strangers if you happened to forget to brush your teeth after consuming it.

What they conveniently forgot to tell you was that garlic was a blood thinner as well.

Little siren who absolutely adores you, but after her first interaction with you, she's a bit nervous to try approaching again.

She'd bawled her eyes out the day she thought that she scared you away from her little pond forever.

Would she ever get to hear the sound of your laughter again?

Would she ever get to see the way your hair shimmers in the evening sunlight ever again?

These worries would plague her for weeks, making her hesitant to even get close to the surface for quite some time.

What if you weren't there and never came back and she stayed up waiting for years and years for someone that was long gone?

She couldn't help the tears that welled up as she lurked just beneath a rather dense patch of lily pads, challenging herself today to try and get close to the sparkling surface to see if she could catch even an inkling of your presence.

She remembered that you tended to show up when the clouds were scarce and the sun was high, so on such a sunny day like today, you’d surely be back, right? That was what she’d hoped as she wrapped her arms around one of the submerged support beams on the dock, pressing her cheek against it with an anxious sigh.

Her chest hurt just thinking about rising the foot that stood between her and the open air to try and see you, rubbing her knuckles against her sternum to try and ease the ache before she heard something suddenly.

Two voices laughing above her on the dock? Could it be…?

It would be impossible for her to mistake the cadence of your laughter with someone else’s, her heart fluttering almost painfully in her chest at the thought of you returning to her and her little pond. A delighted chirp slips from her as she releases the wooden post to peek up above the water’s surface, the top of her head conveniently hidden by a lily pad as she takes in the scene before her.

It was you! Your pointed nose, freckled cheeks, and the brightest smile she’d ever seen, once again gracing her presence after what felt like ages.

You and your friend seemed to be very much engaged in the conversation you were having, and the little siren was more than happy to listen along, just wanting to hear more about your life and who you were.

Realizing that she’d come to the surface empty-handed with no present to give you this time, the little siren takes pause. She was torn between wanting to hear more of your sweet voice and wanting to give you the whole world, the latter winning out as she quietly slipped beneath the rippling surface to go and find the gifts she’d been saving for you.

It wasn’t but a few moments after she started heading to her little cove under the water that she could hear your voice again, but a lot closer and louder this time. It almost sounded like an alarmed chirp, but she knew that you didn’t make those noises, her nose scrunched in confusion as she looks up toward the dock.

In reality, it had been a frightened squeal slipping from your lips as you had accidentally managed to trip off of the dock and into the cool water below. The little siren was baffled at the sight. You had no gills, what were you doing down here with her? After being so frightened of her during their first encounter, there was next to no reason that you would join her willingly.

It was after a moment of hiding from you and watching you struggle to reach the surface again that she’d realized what had happened: you weren’t able to swim. With your loose clothes weighing you down on top of not being able to swim, she could see the multitude of air bubbles slipping from you. If she remembered correctly, that was not good at all for a creature like you. You needed that!

Abandoning her previous quest to find you some more shiny things, the little siren speeds over to your side, taking care not to graze you with her talons as she brings you back up to the surface. Slick muscles flexed as she kept you above the water before she slowly pulled you to the shore, worriedly listening to you gasp for air with a chirp of concern.

Your friend had been trying to offer you a hand before you slipped beneath the water, not knowing that you didn’t know how to swim, so when you and a blue creature popped up from the surface, she was very much taken aback. The little siren had such large, dark eyes, almost seeming like bottomless pits of darkness situated on a light blue scaled face, one that was twisted with worry as she dragged you up onto the sand. Your friend had no idea what the creature was, but was very thankful that she’d saved you from the watery depths. The pond was much deeper than it looked after all, the creature would be sure to scold you for that later when the tears finally left her eyes. For now, she was only concerned with making sure you could breathe, halfway beaching herself just to brush water and wet hair from your face to ensure your safety.

After coughing up a bit of water, a little disoriented, you were able to peek open your eyes a bit, drops of water stinging at them before you saw something blue beside you. It was the creature from a month ago! And it was… crying? Gold tears streaked down her scales as she realized that you were okay, a quiet, relieved sob slipping from her. In her panic to get you ashore and all the splashing coming from you both, she’d very much exposed her existence to the public park, but all that mattered to her was that she could see your face once more. Talon-tipped hands carefully cradle your face to look you over as a soft coo comes from your little siren friend before she looks up in alarm, your friend coming over to shoo her away from you, no doubt fearing that she was about to eat your face or something.

A frightened squeak slips from the little siren as your friend gets closer, a rock in hand to help defend you if needed. With that, she quickly departs from the sand, slipping back beneath the water to watch you and your rock-wielding friend from afar.

She knew that her presence was unsettling to many, evident in the terrified stares she’d begun to receive from the many locals that had swarmed the pond in the wake of your almost drowning, but she just wanted to make sure you were really okay before she left. Watching as you sat up from the sand, still panting and spitting a bit of water, but breathing, she released a tense breath, gold tears mixing with the slight green of the water. With that, she slips back beneath the surface, content with having seen you one last time as you would surely never come back after such a terrifying fright.

Oh well…

It was nice while it lasted…

Little siren part 3!

Tw: a little blood! Maybe some mild violence?

With news of her existence swarming the city you live in after your harrowing rescue from the water, the little siren lays at the bottom of the pond, unmoving even as playful fish tried to nudge her to get her up. It had been days and days of endless voices overlapping each other on the shore of her pond, chattering away about some ‘monster’ lurking in the depths of the water.

Was she really a monster? Words hurt, you know!

Knowing that she was more than likely never going to see you again, she didn’t really feel that there was a point to doing much nowadays. Sure, shiny things were being dropped into her pond on a daily basis now, wriggling worms typically hooked to the end of them, but what was the point of collecting them if she had no one to give them to?

Wiping at her eyes, golden tears dissipate into the water around her, wondering what she’d do with herself now. It took a while, but eventually, the shiny objects began to disappear as the sun began to set, fishermen hoping to catch the creature packing up for the day. The reporters had left hours ago and also had most of the nosy locals if the lack of voices was anything to go by. Looking up toward the surface, a quiet whine slips from her, unsure if anything would ever feel the same again now that your glowing presence was missing from her pond.

It would take you weeks to regain the courage to go anywhere near the pond after nearly meeting your maker in a freak accident. The creature from before was most definitely real, having been given an incredibly dramatic retelling by your friend who helped get you home afterwards.

It was a blue creature covered in luminous scales with eyes that resembled huge black marbles and sharp teeth that looked as if they could rip a small canoe in half if the thing wanted to. It had a long bifurcated tail, so it obviously wasn’t human, but it was nearly as long as you were tall. Not a fish, not a human, but a strange transition between the two.

As scary as the description may have sounded… why would such a nightmarish-sounding creature save you instead of pulling you to your watery demise? It had to be the same creature that you’d startled away before, right? And to think the poor thing was threatened with a rock for pulling you from the water?

After lightly scolding your friend for her threats against your savior a few weeks later and sending her home, you couldn’t get your mind off of the little siren. Sure, she’d been a little bit frightening, but she surely didn’t mean to scare you.

Should you perhaps go and try to apologize to it? Bring it something as a token of your appreciation? You halfway remembered it crying in relief as it brought you ashore and saw you breathing, surely you could spare something as a gift for it caring so much.

By the time you made up your mind, the sun was already beginning to set, but your pace was leisurely, trying not to draw any extra attention to the little pond. It had been plastered all over the news as of late, rewards being put up for catching the blue, blurry creature that someone had hastily snapped a picture of during your rescue. It seemed cruel to hunt something that was just trying to help.

Clutching a little paper box in your hands, you hoped that the creature liked sourdough and turkey, figuring that bringing it a bit of food may ease its mind a little. With all the attention and fishing going on, it must have been hard for it to catch anything for itself the last few weeks. Guilt churned your stomach at the thought. This poor thing, could you-

You wouldn’t get to finish your thought, however, as a shrill shriek filled the shadows of the little park surrounding the pond. It was incredibly high-pitched and squeaky, sounding nothing like a human cry, but then again… there could be an awful explanation for that.

Unfortunately, while she was trying her best to ignore the lonely life she led, the little siren had somehow gotten hooked by the last fisherman of the day. His hook had been trawling the waters and just so happened to catch onto her gills. She thought nothing of the feeling at first, figuring that it was just another fish trying to unearth her from the sand on the bottom of the pond, having not moved in about a week or so. As the tugging grew harder, however, and began pulling her up towards the surface rather quickly, she knew that something was wrong.

With how the past couple of weeks had been going, she almost decided to let herself get dragged up to the surface, but found that she’d rather not become someone’s meal, pulling back against the line. However, the week or so of little to no food had done quite a number on her strength, the siren cursing herself for letting it get this bad as the strong fisherman continued the fight. With the hook lodged firmly in her gills, the pain wasn’t helping her to fight at all either, fighting a losing battle it seemed.

Eventually, the fisherman won, reeling her up to the surface just for her to hang painfully by her gills over the water for a few moments, causing the pained shriek that you’d heard. Gravity really wasn’t her friend in this moment, her body wriggling one way but her gills being pulled the opposite way, blue blood seeping out from around the hook as the man began to pull her to the shore.

You had broken into a sprint towards the pond upon hearing the cry, the sandwich being tossed around quite viciously in its box as you ran to find the creature. Had someone else found it before you? Was it hurt? A cold rush overtook you at the thought of your savior in pain, chopped up for some measly reward money. Was the cash really worth killing an innocent creature?

You’d soon stumble upon the dock where this whole mess started, but find that the pained whimpers were coming from a little further in the brush to your right. It definitely sounded like the creature, but a man’s triumphant laugh echoed out after the noises.

You quietly made your way closer to the sources of the noise, soon finding a tall man with a weighed down fishing pole. On the end of it was the creature from before, now much skinnier and weaker than you remember. You were very much right to bring food it seemed. The man had tugged it… or rather, her, onto the sand, ignoring the way she panted for breath, her gills straining from the lack of water. Pulling out his phone instead, he stood over her, nudging her a little with his boot as he spoke to someone excitedly, very much wanting the prize money he was promised for such a catch. You watched the man kneel down beside the creature, your blood boiling as he tugged on the hook in her neck just to make her cry out again as if she wasn’t already suffering enough.

The man’s mistake, however, came as he stood laughing and turned to go pack up, leaving the backs of his ankles just in reach of a certain fanged creature who wasn’t done quite yet. Within a moment, the man was on the ground, confused for a second before a searing pain shot up both of his legs. You gasp as you watch it all unfold, his Achilles’ tendons easily taken out by the scrawny little creature before she digs her talons into the sand to crawl up and remove a more vital part of him. You turn away and cover your ears as best you can to avoid seeing and hearing what violence she was capable of, but when the muffled noises die down, you find yourself peeking back to see if she was alright.

Covered in her blood and the blood of another, the little siren collapses on the sand a few feet away from the unmoving fisherman, safe but unable to breathe and too weak to pull herself back into the water. What a horrible way to go, she thought, whimpering with her head against the sand. Gold tears pooled in the sand beneath her head, wishing that she’d gotten to see you at least one more time.

Oh.

Wait.

What was that noise?

Sand crunched under quiet feet, trying your best to avoid getting any of the bloody mess on your clothes. The sound alerted her to a presence beside her, but she could hardly pick her head up to see who it was, instead giving a weak warning hiss to try and ward away any more hunters. Surely the blood would deter anyone else from messing with her, right? But as worn out sneakers and faded jeans filled her vision, gentle hands moving to remove the hook from her gills as carefully as possible, she couldn’t find it in her to hiss again, too tired to fight off anyone else. It wasn’t until you began whispering quiet reassurances to her that she recognized just who had come to her aid, quickly pushing herself up in a daze to look at you before falling back into the sand with a whimper.

You came back? For her? Why? You can’t swim, you shouldn’t be anywhere around here, she thought, her hazy brain focusing more on your well-being than her own as she began to close her eyes. The lack of water and the exertion of taking down the man had done her in, her limbs heavy and her head heavier, almost too heavy to feel that she was being pulled back into the water. It wasn’t easy, she was still rather heavy, but with how much weight she’d lost from her weeks of not eating, you were able to slowly get her into the water. You waded in with her until you were about thigh deep, holding her just under the water and waiting on bated breath for her to start coming back to you.

Were you too late? You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you waited for what felt like an eternity for her gills to start moving again, letting out a relieved sigh when a little bit of her color began to return to her face. Was she still bleeding? Yes, but was she at least able to breathe again? Also yes!

The little siren would wake with a start moments later, gasping under the water and immediately meeting your worried eyes, confusion setting in rather quickly. You shouldn’t be in the water, you’ll drown! However… your hands cradling her head were almost enough to distract her from her concern, still as dizzy as can be from the drama of it all. All that would meet your ears was a muffled whimper of worry, black eyes looking up to you and pleading with you to get out of the water. If you didn’t drown, you’d certainly catch a cold… or get that vile man’s blood on you.

Looking down at her, you carefully smoothed a hand over her face, hoping to relax her a bit in the wake of such a scary encounter. The poor thing, what if this happened again and you weren’t around to help the next time? Smoothing her floating hair from her face, you can’t help but worry for her safety in this little pond. People would find out what she’d done and it would be a witch-hunt until they found her, a thought you could hardly bear.

And that, my friends, is how you ended up with a siren living in your bathtub. A guest needs to use the bathroom in your apartment? Sorry! It’s broken (a.k.a occupied by your darling little siren girlfriend)! Landlords were such an easy scapegoat sometimes. It took some getting used to, sleeping on the cold tile beside the tub to be near her, but you found a way to make it comfortable after a while! Now, she was safe and sound, well-fed and taken care of with no worries of hunters coming near her ever again, and you gained a loving companion for life!

Getting into monster fucking fics because of Halloween time > celebrating Halloween like a normal person