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tarjapearce · 10 months

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Iridiscent

PirateAU! Miguel x Mermaid! Reader

Thanks to @sarapaprikas-blog for the idea ❤️✨. Been loving to experience with different AU'S lately ✨. Hope you like!

Warnings: Mild angst and historical figure mentions, implied mysticism ~

Prologue ✨

Pt. 2

As far as history was told, the sea had been the biggest grave in the world. Countless men, nations and civilizations perished under the might of the ever infinite sea. Not many dared to venture, after all, the stories of countless ships sunk under behemoth waves reached through all dry land known.

But that didn't stop the greatest empires to expand and colonize newly discovered lands thanks to years of observation. Many thought of the sea a living being, a being that could be tamed or at least controlled enough to small civilizations to be born in lands people only dreamed of.

However, as the sea earned it's title of a living creature, the mysticism around it grew. Many believed the sea was a she, and bringing a woman on board only made her jealous. A common belief among outcasts and pirates. Something that was debunked as the golden age of piracy advanced.

But even so, the word spread around was that the sea favored female pirates better than men. Lagertha, Mary Read, Anne Bonnie, Zheng Shi, Grace O'Malley, to name a few of the most iconic pirates that against all, conquered, navigated, commanded and plundered at their contempt.

Many believed that they had done a pact with the devil himself, but others strongly believed that there were creatures below that left no trace once the women settled for a target. Mermaids.

Creatures often described as the beauty of death itself embodied. Beautiful women luring men to their inevitable deaths. Something, that some men longed for, and feared by others. The rumor was that if you caught a mermaid alive, the creature was bound to grant you a wish.

But for Miguel, they were nothing but myths and lies. A once young and naive self had ventured in the sea to find one, so he could cure his daughter once the land medics had abandoned all hope. And so he did, once his little girl had closed her twinkling innocent eyes, full of dreams, forever.

He was a changed man after that. He didn't allow his men to talk about such nonsensical things in his ship, Reina Gabriela, and poor of the man that was caught red handed. Reason had gotten him where he was, a feared outlaw among the Spaniards and English folk alike. Not by his overall intimidating looks, but the ruthless and cunning of his attacks.

The Red Eyed Demon, they called him.

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Miguel had settled the route towards an island that promised a proper restock of his resources. He would let his men unwind, he'd probably spend the night away with a well prepared courtesan. The type of woman that knew how to entertain him beyond the physical ways, once they were on land.

By sunset, he would be landing. The island itself wasn't a problem, the inhabitants of it were. At least for him, full of highly superstitious people, that were always showering him in foul smelling concoctions, lung itching fumes and heavy charms of protection to "cleanse the spirit of anything that could drag you and your ship down".

Isla del Sol, or Sunny Island as many called it, was like a secret hideway-paradise for Pirates that stopped by to rest. Opposite from what the Spaniards and English believed, the Island was run under the command of a council of five.

A retired English commander that did better as a pirate than a law enforcer named Edward, A Spaniard pirate well versed in the arts of administration named Xavier, A jamaican man which eloquence only rivaled the Queen's erudites themselves named Toussaint, An asian woman trained in the arts of killing and weaponry named Sheng Hyun, and a white haired chaman whose wisdom was often seeked by the rest.

So far the island had worked and thrived under their command. They had even asked Miguel to join them, because of his strategic and cunning mind. But of course, he refused. A man like him wasn't easily bound to bureaucratics, even though, ironically he had strict rules in his ship.

His men were loyal, after all, Miguel took proper care of his crew. Well fed, healthy, well armed, and now, well rested. Reina Gabriela approached the docks and soon the men worked. Some put the extended sails away, others put the weaponry in their place, others cleaned and so on. Everyone had a role aboard, and Miguel made sure for them to accomplish it.

He threw a small pouch of gold to a nearby man to watch over his ship as he was out. The island felt like another city, but difference was, that inside land there were no guards, no laws that didn't benefit them. And if anyone caused a ruckus, Sheng Hyun was sent to deal with it, personally.

His men scattered around, except for the quarter master, the cook, weaponry master, Navy Engineer and doctor. They discussed briefly the upgrades for the ship, new dishes to the menu, and new places to get weapons, medicines and sturdier woods from. He dismissed them once everyone had their list, then he was alone.

His feet took him nearby the merchants as they exposed their goods to everyone passing by. Guards uniforms, royal weapons and wax seals perfect for an unsuspecting ruse, medicines, a new type of powder that was a bit more waterproof, Chinese explosives, sedating darts, portraits of naked royal women, some gemstones, and of course, luck charms and talismans.

He scoffed as his eyes rolled at the various trinkets. He had to admit that whoever came with these ideas had found a gold mine that relied in people's blind faith, probably would shake their hand if he ever knew who it was. One trinket stood out from the rest.

It was an iridescent pearl, a quarter size of his palm, along some black and pearly scales protuding ontop. There was no chain around it to be worn, the merchant noticed him staring at the trinket and smiled.

"Good if y'wanna catch a mermaid. They love shiny things."

Miguel looked at him with an eyebrow quirked and a skeptical look.

"You seem confident enough to sell these... crafts."

"Ah, another nonbeliever. Tis'fine mate. I've dealt with so many like you before. Mostly of the non believing part roots from something denied to you in the past. Am'i'rite?"

Miguel's jaw clenched softly at the boldness of the man. He looked like the typical merchant with shady business on the side.

"Leave this man alone, Joseph." The chaman of the council spoke behind Miguel as she took the pearl in her old, wrinkled hands.

"Come" He motioned Miguel to follow. Despite being a highly spiritual woman, the council's chaman did not pressure him into believing, but rather spoke to him sometimes in riddles. Riddles that he grew tired of eventually. He followed.

"A surprise to find you watching these sort of trinkets, Miguel."

"Hard to not when they get stranger and colorful each time I come here."

The elder lady hooked her arm on his as she supported on Miguel, that secured her as he walked next to her.

"I'd be grateful if you wouldn't speak about anything mystic tonight."

"Wasn't my intention, boy. But I must say, you've got quite the eye for these things. It's a real pearl, if you wish to sell it."

Miguel kept walking, being led by the chaman.

"Or I could gift it to a mermaid" Miguel chuckled and the lady looked at him with curious eyes.

"Well, to do such thing, you'd have to find one first."

"I won't, cause they're not real."

The chaman smiled smugly at him.

"What would you do if your homeland got infested with rotting bodies, blood and so many other unpleasant things continuously?"

"I'd look for a new home." he humored, but the lady only nodded in approval.

"And what kind of home you'd look for?"

"One that wasn't near the cities or civilization. Probably a secret manantial or even a virgin island"

The lady smiled

"Congratulations, Miguel. You now have the first lead into finding a mermaid."

"You can't expect me to believe such things."

"No lo espero, pero sé que tu curiosidad por dichas criaturas ha aumentado. ¿Qué es lo deseas tener?" (I don't, but I know for sure that your curiosity for such creatures have peaked your interest. What is it you long for?)

Miguel looked down at the lady, wistfully and she rubbed his arm comfortingly. Like a grandma would.

"My dear. Mystical creatures can only do so much, Miguel. Sadly, bringing back the dead isn't something they can do."

"No sabes de lo que hablas. No me conoces" (You don't know what you are talking about. You don't know me)

He seethed the last words as his grip abandoned the lady. His body tensed when the chaman reached out again to take his large hand.

"Loss is part of our lives, Miguel" Her wrinkled hands put the pearl in his hand, hers covered his warmly, pushing the trinket further in his hands, "And we all move on eventually. Life is full of wonders, and who knows, maybe what you find ahead in your path is exactly what you need"

He nearly growled as another riddle was added to the list.

"Te dije que te dejaras de-" (Thought I told you to quit the-)

His mouth gaped slightly, the lady was gone. He was left alone with the pearl in his hand, "Acertijos..." (Riddles...) he sighed and stared at the pearl, to then tuck it back on his pocket.

What was he longed for?

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 months

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"Eden" - A Loki/Reader Drabble

You get lost in the woods and stumble upon a stranger in a secluded grove.

Pairing: Loki x Reader Genre: Sexy, Flirty Fluff (lusty descriptors but no sex) Word Count: 800 (quick read!)

MY MASTERLIST

“Are you lost?”

Absolutely, but you didn’t say a word. Your senses were too busy taking in the idyllic tableau you’d found by chance.

After wandering for hours, being mistakenly left behind by your small hiking party, you parted two large bushes to find an opening in the trees. Behind them, a small tributary wound a pathway up to a two-story waterfall, which was busy churning and rushing with the spring runoff. All around, the evidence of spring blossomed: trees birthed bright pink buds underneath their newborn leaves. Small birds chimed in chorus from the lush canopy above, and only together could they reach a noise capable of being heard past the roaring falls. Secluded, it had to easily be five to six miles from the closest point of civilization.

The source of the query that greeted you was standing at the top of the small cliffside that hosted the waterfall. Naked as the day he was born, he was unashamed of himself, letting everything shine in the sunlight. In fact, he seemed boastful, and he had every right to be from what you could see. Raven black hair blew back across his face until he took a moment to tie it back. Every pectoral, deltoid, and leg muscle was defined, given its own territory across his pristine surface to show off. Alas, that was all you could make out from your distance.

“Are you lost?” he repeated, his voice somehow able to carry clearly across the falls to you, on the far side of the glen.

You nodded, too enchanted to understand that such a subtle response would go undetected.

The figure smiled and placed his hands proudly on his hips, even thrusting his pelvis forward. Of course, this showed off more than just the sharp ‘V’ his abs formed. You only wanted a closer look for yourself.

“Stay put,” he said. “I’m coming down.”

He took a few steps back, until you could barely see his head. Then, at a moderate run, he leapt off the cliffside, performing a rigid, graceful swan dive below, making surprisingly little splash upon entry. He surfaced, whipping his soaked hair back over his head and gasping for air. His chest dripped, his breaths were deep and heaving.

As he casually swam down the creek, you shyly sat down by the bank, slipping your hiking boots off. The water did look nice, and indeed, your feet hurt from the past hour you’d spent searching for your friends. Upon dipping them into the river, you felt instant, cool relief bubble up from your toes as you stretched, enjoying the sensation.

He was athletic, more so than any human you’d ever seen. It only took him a moment to swim the distance to your place on the grass beside the water. He surfaced again, much closer to you, so you could witness him in all of his perfection.

Was he a mermaid? No, he’d clearly had legs when he jumped off the falls, and you’d plainly seen them (and what lay between them). Who, then, was this woodland god who seemed so eager to meet you?

You were met with two piercing blue eyes, fresher than the river water and just as sparkling in the sun peeking through the canopy. The ebony hair he’d shown off dripped in streams down his chest, forming small branches that circles around his nipples before rolling down his stomach.

“I…don’t mean to stare,” you whispered, embarrassed and suddenly self-conscious.

“It must be intimidating to find yourself suddenly in the presence of Prince Loki, but please continue to admire me,” he insisted smoothly, smiling with a tempting twinkle in his eye. “Then I will have an excuse to do the same with you.”

A Prince? In the woods?

His gaze moved away from you long enough to spot a small cluster of buttercups in bloom along the blank, about ten feet from your spot on the shore. Giving himself a moment, he waded downstream and plucked three from their tethers and brought them back. He didn’t ask your permission to tuck them behind your ear, but perhaps your own body language was already obvious: you wanted him to move in closer.

“Lovely, you shall be my new little companion,” he said softly, tracing your jaw with his finger briefly after placing the tiny flowers in your hair. “But I feel I should ask you one more time, sweet wood nymph, are you lost?”

You held out your hand to Prince Loki, asking him gently to come in just a little closer. He took your hand, bringing it swiftly to his lips and let his mouth linger for a deliciously long moment on your fingers.

“No, Prince Loki, I’m right where I want to be.”

Sorry this was just a drabble. I haven’t posted one-shots in a while and wanted to do one, but my muse is on staycation and it took a lot for her to get off the couch this morning. I kind of wanted to practice my descriptors a bit. Hope it's ok!

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stairnaheireann · 2 years

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#OTD in Irish History | 2 September:

1022 – Death of Maelsechlainn II, the great High King of Ireland. 1752 – The Gregorian calendar is adopted in Ireland and Britain, 170 years after mainland Europe: 2 September is followed by 14 September. 1731 – Birth of Sir Lucius O’Brien, opposition politician, once described as ‘a man who disagrees with the rest of mankind by thinking well of himself’. 1752 – The Gregorian calendar is adopted…

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 9 months

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Sugar and Spice: Part 1

(E.M. x Fem!Reader x S.H.) Part 2 Series Masterlist.

Summary: Steve has massive crush on you, Eddie’s childhood bestfriend who just came home from collage. The only problem is you despised him in highschool and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s in love with you.

Warnings: Eventual smut, pining, love triangle, no upside down, eventual steddie x reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, fluff, no use of Y/N so definitely a billion pet names. There’s not really any for this chapter, it’s mostly setting the scene for the rest of the story. Mentions of sex and some swearing. I will add additional warnings each chapter! But still my work is always 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay I found this in my docs and I was reading over it and got inspired to keep writing it. I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time about a Reader who has a kind of like pastel goth type of aesthetic. Like she plays D&D and loves horror but also really loves chick flicks and pink. She listens to Black Sabbath but then will turn around and listen to Blondie in the same 10 minutes. Collects Care Bears but has read every Anne Rice book. I feel like both Eddie and Steve would lose their minds over that. There will be no physical descriptions of reader besides the outfits she wears, which will be things like big chunky goth boots and fuzzy pink sweaters. Ngl it’s kinda self indulgent of me but I hope there’s others who can relate to her.🤭 divider I used is by: @firefly-graphics

Steve wasn’t obsessed with you, at least he tried to convince himself that was the case. He hadn’t seen you since you graduated and moved to the city. But ever since you’ve been back it’s like he sees you everywhere. You come into his work sometimes and rent horror movies, or on rare occasions you rent something totally cute and left-field like The Little Mermaid. You wore outfits that were somehow the hottest and cutest thing he’s ever seen at once, his favorite he’s ever seen you in was this short little black skirt and a pink button up cardigan that you replaced the buttons with little skulls all brought together by the big platform boots you’re usually wearing. That contrast just made him more infatuated with you. You were like sugar and spice wrapped up in one really beautiful girl.

But there were TWO major problems, one being that you hated him In highschool. He was an arrogant asshole who thought he was better than everyone, could do whatever he wanted and looked down on the kind of people you hung around. You were pretty quiet but outspoken and opinionated when you wanted to be, kept close to the few friends you had and always had your head in some kind of horror or vampire book that Steve would definitely not understand but would’ve totally listened to you talk about all day just to hear you talk about something you loved. He always thought you were pretty, even in highschool when you used to dress a lot more reserved. Mostly ripped jeans, the occasional Care Bears tee, and shirts of bands he didn’t know. He even asked you out once Junior year before he got with Nancy and you laughed in his face and said “yeah fucking right Harrington, good one” But now? You’re always wearing those little mini skirts, low cut tank tops, and ripped up fishnets. Steve literally feels like he can’t think around you.

Which brings him to problem number two…Eddie. You and Eddie are bestfriends and have been since middle school, he’s part of the reason you never liked Steve because of the way he and his friends treated Eddie. Even though Steve was never directly mean to YOU, his friends were and that was enough. But Steve and Eddie had a recently developed… acquaintanceship due to their mutual friendship with Dustin. It took some time and convincing but once they got past their preconceived notions of each other they were able to be civil. Eddie being in the group meant when you came back naturally you were integrated in as well. Which means Steve has seen you in an actual social setting multiple times now.

You think that would be great, right? Wrong. Eddie was constantly touching you. Holding your hand, putting his arms around your waist, you sitting IN HIS LAP. It drove Steve fucking crazy, especially because he knows that Eddie loves you and he feels just a little bad about it because he had actually started to really like Eddie and maybe even began to see him as a friend. But seeing him all over you drove him insane and made him have a bad taste in his mouth every time he heard his name. He was pretty sure you loved Eddie. The way you looked at him and the gentle way you handled him and spoke to him like he wasn’t the resident metalhead drug dealer but a giant teddy bear that needed to be hugged and cared for.

Steve would’ve given up in an instant if you said you were Eddie’s girl, but you always said you guys were bestfriends despite the fact that Eddie definitely called you his girl on multiple occasions to the entire group. You definitely had feelings for him. He could see it but there was also something keeping you from making it official and that gave Steve hope. Especially once you warmed up to him and started sitting on HIS lap sometimes. You would just come and plop down across his knees looking at him all sweet like it was the most casual thing and you didn’t just make his brain short circuit. You started calling him cute little pet names and kissing his cheek every time you saw him.

Again, these things would all be fantastic IF you didn’t do all the same things and more with Eddie. Every time you sat on Eddie’s lap he literally wanted to rip you off of him and kiss you right in front of Eddie’s smug face. He was always smirking at Steve over your shoulder because he knew Steve liked you. He confronted him about it last week when they were at the arcade with Dustin and Mike.

“So. You like her don’t you?” Eddie just asked him out of the blue. Steve looked at him with a confused look on his face not really registering what he meant at first “Huh? Like who?”

“Don’t play dumb man, you know who I’m talking about” Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes

“Why would you think she would ever like you back? You treated us like shit in highschool and just because she’s more confident and can stand to be in the same room as you, now you want her? Fuck that. She deserves better than that, she is so much more than how she looks.”

Steve was kind of taken back at first, knowing he wasn’t exactly wrong “You don’t think I know that Munson? I don’t just like her because she’s hot. She also has this confidence and energy about her that’s just really attractive. She’s fucking funny and not afraid to be herself. She’s got that whole sugar and spice thing going on where she’s so sweet and gentle one second and the next she’s cussing like a sailor going off on these cute little tangents. I thought we established I’m not the guy I was in highschool anymore. I’m not some player trying to go through women. I like her.” he kind of didn’t mean to say ALL of that but it just kept coming out once he started talking about you he couldn’t help it.

“Okay I get it, you actually like her. Either way she’s never going to go for you, you aren’t even her type.” He grabbed the sleeve of Steve’s bright blue crew neck “I’ve never seen her be into a pretty boy like you, she likes dudes who look like they’re part of the lost boys clan or the dudes she sees on MTV.”

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes “Sooo, you then? If you love her so much then why aren’t you with her?” Eddie flushed and his face fell slightly “because man, she’s the most important person in my life. Imagine if we got together for real and then we broke up? Things wouldn’t be the same between us, I might lose her entirely”

“When you say ‘for real’ what does that mean?” Steve asked him, hoping it didn’t mean what he thought it meant.

“I mean we do a lot of couple things, we go on bestfriend dates, we are super affectionate with each other, we fuck sometimes, but both of us are scared if we decided to be together for real it would ruin it” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t just metaphorically punch Steve in the chest with that information.

“So what? Are you guys exclusive or what? Because if you’re not, I’m going to ask her out.” Steve just shrugged trying to play it off.

“Dude. Are you seriously going to ask out my girl after what I just said!?”

“Yeah, DUDE. You just said she wasn’t yours so is she or isn’t she?”

“Now that I finally have you around without Eddie I can ask the question I’ve been dying to ask, what’s the deal with you two? Are you like, together?” Robin suddenly asked you out of the blue.

Her and Nancy finally convinced you to have a girls day with them. You went and got mani pedis and picked up lunch so you could eat it back at Nancy and Jonathan’s apartment while you watched some movies Robin got from work.

“I mean… Technically? No. You could say we are like bestfriends with benefits I guess? We have kind of been fooling around off and on since sophomore year of highschool when we lost our virginity to each other.”

“And you’re… okay with that?”

“Yeah Robin, I’m okay with it. We decided a long time ago that us being together for real wasn't really an option. Imagine if we broke up? I couldn’t handle losing him.” You bit your lip, just the thought of losing Eddie made you anxious.

Now you had Nancy curious “So have you ever been with anyone else? Or are you guys like exclusive friends with benefits? Because if you’ve only ever been with him I’d say you’re pretty much together anyways.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve had hookups and flings, so has Eddie. I had a few guys I went on a couple dates with when I was gone at school but I’ve never had an actual relationship really. Neither has he.”

“So you’re telling us, you’ve been fucking on and off and on for almost EIGHT YEARS, never had a real relationship, and yet you guys still aren’t actually together? Don’t you think that’s maybe the reason neither of you have ever had a relationship? You’re stuck on each other?” Nancy, always the voice of reason.

“I absolutely know that’s why, I compare every guy to Eddie and no one has measured up. He treats me like a princess, why would I want a boyfriend who treats me anything less than that?” You shrugged and took another bite of your egg roll.

“Okay but what about when you do find that person? Or he does? What then? Things will change either way.” Robin questioned. She had her own reasons for bringing this all up in the first place. She knew Steve liked you, and he made her promise not to mettle but just asking if you were single isn’t meddling, right?

“I don’t know Robin, we’ve never talked about it. We will cross that bridge when the time comes.” You hoped they would let it go after that. It’s not that you necessarily didn’t want to talk about your relationship with Eddie, it’s just whenever anyone brings up that it probably has an eventual expiration date you feel like your whole world is crashing down.

“So there’s really no one you’ve ever thought you really really liked?” Okay, maybe she was reaching meddling territory now.

“Nope. Never. Can we just watch dirty dancing now?”

You didn’t feel like elaborating more than that, especially since recently there was someone you’d started to like. It was confusing and very much against your will but you had started to develop a small crush on Steve. You tried really hard to give him the cold shoulder when you first got back, you spent years with feelings of animosity towards him but if even Eddie could give him another chance you figured you could too. Then of course he had to be just so sweet, and such a gentleman, always telling you that you looked pretty and he smelled so good. It honestly made you want to punch him in the face. Or kiss him. Or both.

Robin narrowed her eyes at you but decided to drop it for now, even though she could tell there was definitely something you weren’t telling them with how quickly you decided to change the subject.

“Yeah okay, let’s watch the movie. But I’m not letting this go forever.”

“I didn’t even think for a second that you would.” You laughed and pressed play on the VHS.

Your love life wasn’t brought up anymore after that but that didn’t keep you from thinking about it. What would happen if Eddie got a girlfriend? You and him were never exclusive but the thought of him actually loving someone made you feel sick. Did he feel the same way? You hoped he did. Does that mean you want things with him to be exclusive? You’d never really allowed yourself to have those thoughts but now you were starting to wonder.

Then there was Steve, who just added to your confusion. Something about him just drew you to him, even back in highschool when you felt nothing but negative feelings toward him it was like he was everywhere you looked. Maybe you always had a small crush on him but would’ve never in a million years admitted it to yourself back then. It’s not like you would’ve ever had a chance, he treated everyone like you like dirt under his shoe. He never bullied you directly but him picking on your friends was enough to tell you how he probably felt about you too. Then you remember that one time Junior year when he asked you out, did he actually mean it? The thought that he might like you made your insides heat up and you felt like one of those girls you used to make fun of in highschool for swooning over him.

Robin could practically see the gears turning in your head, it was very obvious you weren’t watching the movie at all and she knew she told Steve she wouldn’t involve herself but she just had this feeling…

“You like Steve don’t you?” Robin’s voice snapped you out of your cycle of spiraling thoughts and you whipped your head around to look at her.

“What!?”

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #steve harrington angst #steddie x fem!reader

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revehae · 3 months

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soul snatcher

pairing ↠ demon!ryujin × (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, dubcon, wall sex, monsterfucking, g!p, demon!ryujin, dom!ryujin, sub!reader, oral

summary ↠ when your best friend invites you on a adventure to an abandoned house in the woods, you're inclined to decline, but you want to prove that you're not afraid of ghosts. little do you know, there's something else you should be scared of - demons.

wc ↠ 3.5k

a/n ↠ part 1/5 of the legend has it series!

don't like it, don't read.

you were not a scavenger. going into the woods and traipsing around random places was your best friend’s thing, not yours, but saying no was never something that came easy for you.

especially not when you felt like you had something to prove. yeji teased you, asking if you believed in ghosts or something, which was borderline ridiculous. for centuries, there’d been myths of supernatural creatures and the like residing in your city, but they were like bigfoot sightings. just conspiracy bullshit that only idiots believed.

just like there was no such thing as ghosts, there was no such thing as mermaids or vampires or anything other unnatural beings. you were sure of it.

kind of.

there was a vacant, abandoned house that yeji led you to, and she gawked at how large it was for a house in the woods. according to her, most of her finds were merely small cabins. you didn’t find it fascinating. matter of fact, you thought that it was a death trap and what belonged to nature now should remain with nature alone, but it was too late to back out.

“come on,” yeji said, beckoning you inside with a motion of her hand.

your footsteps were tentative, making it evident that you didn’t want to be anywhere near this godforsaken place. the person that owned the property was probably a thousand years old and haunting it as you spoke. maybe you would find their skeleton in a closet upstairs.

the front door opened with a begrudging groan, almost like it was not meant to be pried open, but yeji was undeterred. she let you inside before herself, as if you wanted to be first in line when the ghost haunting this place jumped out and attacked, but you went in anyway.

obviously, the whole house was dark when you went inside, though courtesy of the daylight seeping through the windows, it wasn’t like you were totally blind. you were standing in the foyer, a long single staircase directly in front of you. it was almost like out of a movie or something, which was not comforting in the slightest. you knew how those movies played out.

you jolted when yeji closed the door behind you, but willed yourself to remain calm. it’s just a door. it’s just a door. it’s just a goddamn door.

“woah, it’s beautiful,” yeji marveled, glancing around. there was a thousand-year-old chandelier hanging above your heads that you’d failed to notice, because all you could think about was how badly you needed to get the fuck out of here and never return.

you deadpanned, “yeah, i was thinking the exact same thing.”

yeji snorted. the vicious sarcasm in your tone was not lost on her, but she was entirely unaffected, grabbing your hand and dragging you to what appeared to be a kitchen.

the style was like nothing you had ever seen before, you had to give whoever built it that. if this whole house didn’t give you the creeps, you might’ve even had the courage to admit that it was beautiful. somebody used to eat here a long, long time ago.

“there’s something strange about this place,” yeji mused, tapping her chin cutely. “it’s got to be, like, a billion years old, but it’s in great condition. no debris, minimal spiderwebs, all that jazz.”

that was alarming to you. “wouldn’t that mean somebody’s living here?”

yeji scoffed, “oh, please. nothing human has lived here since the birth of christ.”

“how can you be so sure?”

yeji opened a cabinet, where a couple of flies flew out, though she didn’t seem the least bit bothered. “would you eat peanut butter older than the civil war?”

“peanut butter wasn’t invented until after the civil war,” you quipped, arms folded.

yeji rolled her eyes. “anyways, i wanna go upstairs. come on, scaredy cat.”

you grumbled something under your breath before following her up the unnerving, creaky stairway. you were half expecting a hole to open up in the middle of it and swallowing you from head to toe, but you made it to the upper floor without any of that happening.

after poking around, you noticed a light coming from one of the rooms and stopped following yeji, steadily creeping closer. though the door was closed, you could just barely see underneath it, taking three deep breaths before you pushed the door open.

it was a bedroom. there was a window where sunlight beamed onto a mirror, casting a light onto the floor. you glanced around, inspecting the room curiously. yeji was too right for your liking. this place looked a little too lived-in to be completely abandoned, like maybe travelers stayed from time to time.

either way, you wanted out. you stood in front of the mirror, lifting it and setting it upright. all you could see was the terror etched onto your face that had every right to be there, spooky as this place was.

“i was wondering where you went,” yeji said, poking her head through the doorway. you flinched, setting your hand over your chest. your heart was racing over the scare she’d just given you. “oops. sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.”

“it’s fine,” you muttered, heaving another breath. totally fucking fine.

yeji noticed the mirror that had evidently caught your attention, grinning from ear to ear. “ooh, an old mirror. you should try summoning a demon.”

you rolled your eyes. “and how do you suggest i do that, yeji?”

she shrugged. “i don’t know. say something weird in the mirror three times. like, ‘child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit.’”

you snorted.

“have fun. i’ll be across the hall. scream if you need me,” yeji said.

“will do.”

then, she turned around and left. you eyed the mirror, thinking what the hell. it wasn’t like an actual demon was going to pounce on you and gobble you up for dinner.

boredly, you droned for amusement, “child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit. child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit. child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit.”

though you weren’t expecting some dramatic change in the first place, you waited a couple of seconds, holding your breath. obviously, nothing happened. there was no demon. not even one. you snickered at yourself for considering it for even a second.

then, it felt like a gust of wind rushed through the air and your body felt lighter, a misty cold breezing through your thumping chest. but the window wasn’t opened, and it didn’t look like it every would. your head snapped back in the direction of the mirror when its glass started to break, crumbling in on itself, piece by fucking piece.

you swallowed, dampening your dry throat, and stepped away. your shoulders felt bare and naked, but you could not at all liken it to a puff of air on a nipping wintry night. much to your fright, it was more like a cool breath sweeping over from behind you.

almost as if there was someone behind you, breathing on your neck.

“i’m here,” came a voice, but it was much less distant than you would have imagined. it sounded like it came from within your own head.

you screamed at the tippity top of your lungs, panic flooding your chest as your pulse quickened more than it ever had before in your life. that wasn’t you. that couldn’t have been you. though when you turned around, nobody was there.

“shh,” shushed the voice, wherever it was. whoever it was. “you’re a noisy one, aren’t you?”

you didn’t get the chance to reply, because yeji immediately darted back, concern washing over her face. her eyes fell to the broken mirror and then to you, asking, “what the hell happened? are you okay?”

the voice in your head chuckled, like there was something funny about this predicament you’d landed yourself in. and you had to admit that it was laughable, but not the least bit funny. “such a pretty friend you have here,” it said. “i’d hate for something to happen to her. tell her that everything’s okay and she’ll be fine.”

that threat had you horrified to your very fucking core, so you quickly did as told. “sorry. everything’s fine,” you lied to yeji, chuckling to hide your nerves. “i just accidentally broke the mirror.”

yeji sighed. “that’s a bad omen. you’re such a klutz sometimes, you know that?”

“yeah,” you agreed, scratching your head nervously.

“alright. well, i’m gonna go. again. you know the drill.”

“mm-hm.”

as much as you didn’t want her to, yeji walked away again. but there was obviously someone - or something - here and the last thing you wanted was to see your best friend get hurt.

“good girl,” crooned that same voice.

you whispered, “who the hell are you?”

“you can call me ryujin,” answered the voice.

“okay, ryujin, what the hell are you?” you hissed. “and where are you?”

“i’m a demon, dummy,” ryujin giggled. “you summoned me. remember?”

every breath you took was shakier than the last. you didn’t think the summoning would actually work out. you were just goofing around, trying to make sense out of what yeji saw out of spine-chilling places like this.

ryujin continued, “and i’m inside you.”

as if that couldn’t be right, you repeated, “inside me?”

“yeah. i can come out, if you’d like,” ryujin said, a kind of mischievousness to her tone that you did not want to entertain.

you aggressively whispered, “get the hell out of me!”

“if you say so.”

the windy feeling intensified as you assumed ryujin left your body, as insane as that sounded, and you couldn’t really tell if she was actually gone or not until you saw a woman materialize in front of you.

you almost screamed again, but ryujin held a warm palm over your mouth, pushing you against a wall. “you know, if we’re going to play, i really need you to do something about that mouth. we can’t get caught. unless, you’re into that.”

given that ryujin’s palm was flat over your mouth, your noises were muffled, but it wasn’t difficult for her to tell what was troubling your pretty little head, just from your wide, petrified eyes looking into her soulless black ones. never had you seen anything like her. you were confronted with the fact that demons were very real and you didn’t know how to proceed.

what you did know, regardless of how much you fought the feeling, was that you were a little turned on. you couldn’t exactly explain why, teetering between the thinning line of arousal and total horror.

ryujin removed her hand from your mouth and stuck it up your skirt, rubbing you through your underwear, and grinning at the fact that you were already wet. “now what do we have here?”

“it’s not… for you,” you huffed out, lying through your teeth. you couldn’t admit to being wet for a demon of all things. that went against everything you stood for.

“not for me?” ryujin repeated, cocking a brow. “who’s it for, then? yeji? the old man that used to live here?”

your eyes flickered. “how do you know her name?”

“you said it.”

that didn’t ring a bell. “i did?”

“you did. when she came in here, you muttered it under your breath,” ryujin lied, covering her tracks smoothly. “don’t you remember, baby?”

you didn’t, not even a little bit, but you were so terrified in that moment that you didn’t question the validity of her statement. ryujin fought a smile. you didn’t need to know that she’d been watching you way before now, but you attempting to summon a demon was the perfect excuse to finally reveal herself. of course, your chant was very faulty, but you wouldn’t ever know that.

to distract you, ryujin slipped two fingers underneath your panties and into your hole, making you gasp out in shock when you felt her fingers grow inside of you.

“what’s happening?” you asked, confused.

ryujin shushed you with a kiss, something unnatural about the way her lips felt as they attached themselves between yours, one hand working through your cunt while the other meandered down to knead your thighs. you didn’t want to admit it, but it felt like paradise. the sounds birthed from your mouth were swallowed by ryujin as she sucked on your tongue, and there was only the wet sound of your lips locking.

you could feel something growing against your crotch, too, and you weren’t oblivious to what was happening, but it felt so wrong. she was a demon, for fuck’s sake, from hell for all you knew. to say nothing of the fact that this house wasn’t even yours.

almost as if it meant nothing, as if you were wavering at the threshold of right and wrong and finally took one, definitive step, you succumbed to pleasure broiling in your belly, warmth unfurling throughout your body as release was dangled dangerously close to your face on a string.

then, when you least expected it, ryujin pulled back completely. you didn’t realize that you could barely breathe from how long she’d been sucking on your tongue right against that very wall, you didn’t realize that your hips were desperately grinding against her hand. all you knew was that the satisfaction you longed for was ripped out of your palms like nothing, and something bitter and needy stirred inside.

“ryu…,” you started, not able to finish with how out of breath you were, and ryujin liked it that way.

“if you wanna come,” she whispered, nibbling at your ear. “you have to do it on my cock.”

very much against your better judgment, you were throbbing at the lone thought of being stuffed full of her cock, and started to beg, “please. please, please, please…”

“human begging for demon cock. god, i’ve seen it all,” ryujin teased, revealing her cock from underneath the skirt she was wearing.

you could only stand there and gawk. it made no sense how much you could feel pulsing between your thighs.

“say you want it,” ryujin hissed.

you didn’t skip a beat. “i want it.”

“say you need it.”

“i need it,” you echoed. “please.”

ryujin, seemingly pleased, abruptly lifted you against the wall and you cried out in shock, but bit your lip when you remembered that yeji wasn’t far and you needed to keep it down. it wasn’t like ryujin was making an effort to keep you silent, either, judging from how she roughed impaled you on her cock, prompting whimpers out of you that you tried your hardest to conceal.

not to mention that ryujin was bigger than anything you could’ve imagined. you didn’t realize the extent of how wet you truly were until you felt her cock stretching you out, slipping in and out with ease. you didn’t know how you were taking it - it was just a blessing that you could, even if barely.

“ryujin,” you whined, at a lost for words at how deep she was.

“fuck,” ryujin hissed. “i always knew you’d be tight.”

your eyes flickered. “always?”

ryujin latched her tongue onto the pulse at your collarbone, making you gasp as she sucked a bruise just below your neck. all the while, your body was being forcibly jolted up against the wall with every thrust, and yet you could hardly feel it over the feeling of her thick cock filling you to the hilt.

the room heated up, almost as if she was bringing hell to you on a silver platter. you couldn’t contemplate longly about what she said, now right now, anyway. the heat was getting to your head and her touch stripped you bare of every thought, her hands holding your thighs in her palms.

it had been so long since you’d gotten properly fucked and this was unlike all of your past sexcapades. this was lethal tenfold, like she would fuck the soul out of you and then take it for safekeeping. and if she was being frank, ryujin was more than a little tempted, but she had already waited so long just to have you and she’d be damned if she lost you even quicker.

in the back of your mind, you wondered if any ghosts were watching. now that you knew demons were very real, that had to mean that other supernatural creatures were, too. though you had many questions for ryujin, you could bring yourself to ask none of them, every word leaving your mouth when you parted your chapped lips being a curse, a cry of ryujin’s name, or a combination thereof.

ryujin was just so bewitched by you. you would never grasp the irony of you trapping her in your human-like spells, nor would you know the extent of how crazy you made her. she couldn’t believe that she was fucking her first human, she’d dreampt of this moment many times before. matter of fact, there were instances where she was enticed to take you in your sleep, but she wanted you to be mentally present.

maybe, in the near future, she could come back and fulfill her temptations, but for now she was grateful for her willpower. “fuck, baby, if your friend wasn’t here, i’d make sure the entire forest could hear you calling out for me,” she exhaled, yearning.

you clenched around ryujin when you heard her moan your name, the sound so beguilingly sweet that you failed to realize you had never once told ryujin your name, nor did yeji ever call you by it when she was around. all of your thoughts were solely in the moment, dedicated to what you could feel and not what you could reason.

“feels so good,” you whimpered, maddened that she could somehow bring you to the very peak of ecstasy itself.

ryujin chuckled. “i know it does. you’re shaking.”

“to say nothing of you,” you retorted, though your voice lost its bite as a result of its shakiness. “moaning my name like a bitch.”

ryujin thought about not fucking you at all, but she was too selfish for that, so instead she pulled out of your pussy, giggling cutely when you whined and shoved her cock inside your mouth, asking, “you wanna say that again?”

you huffed something out bitterly, but it was muffled into her cock, and your knees were being bruised by the floor now as she wrecked the back of your throat.

“what was that?” ryujin asked, teasing. “i can’t hear you.”

you lifted your middle finger. surely, it was universal enough for her to understand.

ryujin merely giggled, grabbing your hair. “that’s it, babe. keep doing that.”

you did as told, even though the throbbing ache between your legs was unbearable and you could feel your own arousal slowly dripping down your thighs, because a part of you hoped that she would find it in her heart to make you cum in the end just as you were resolved to do for her. you bobbed your head around her cock, licking and sucking, taking as much as you could in spite of the fact that she had the biggest cock you’d ever seen.

ryujin kept pulling your hair, and simultaneously little smothered whimpers from your mouth that she loved because they sent vibrations down her shaft. a swear or ten escaped her, because you were indescribably good at this, and she knew then and there that this couldn’t be the last time.

it wasn’t very long before you started to tune out every bit of your surroundings, just so focused on pleasuring ryujin that you couldn’t even hear yourself anymore. not your thoughts or the wet smacks of your lips sucking her cock. you were just so addicted to how she tasted that nothing else seemed to matter.

that was, until you felt ryujin smack your cheek, bringing you back to the real world instead of the one you’d escaped to where it was only you and her. ryujin taunted, “so cockdrunk you don’t hear me talking to you?”

your eyes flicked up to her, baffled.

“i was trying to tell you that your, fuck, friend’s coming,” ryujin moaned, still yanking at your hair. “but it’s a little too late now.”

panic filled you immediately, and you flitted your gaze towards the door, where you saw yeji standing, paralyzed with shock.

you tried to move, anything to save face, but ryujin kept you rooted in place and it was clear that you weren’t going anywhere until she was done with you. she had long started to fuck your throat, making you gag while tears pricked your eyes, but she didn’t stop. nothing would get her to.

you tried to push at her thighs, but it was no use. and then, her hips grinded to a halt, and you could feel her cum release at the back of your throat. ryujin rasped, “swallow. show your friend how good you are for me.”

you did your best, you really did, but your lips were a mess when she finally pulled out.

ryujin sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “well, that was fun while it lasted. but i’ll be back.”

you gawked when she disappeared without any other warning, casting a glance to yeji who finally started to move, and you knew you a lot of explaining to do.

but first and foremost, was it just you, or did yeji not blink at all until ryujin vanished into thin air?

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Male Yandere Deep Sea-Creature x Female Mermaid Reader x Male Yandere Human

I don’t think you’ve ever done 2 yanderes pursuing the same darling, so think you could try it? (Unless I’m just stupid and aren’t remembering your other stories right)

We all know of the classic mercreature x human forbidden romance story, but what if there was another from the same marine world added into the mix? Yandere deep sea-creature is also in love with mermaid reader darling, so imagine what he’d do to keep her with him. Same goes for yandere human

This story you can hopefully have fun with as there’s so many ways it can turn out. And another note on why deep sea-creature…it was because I think a merman can be a bit boring, and it’d be interesting to explore a deep sea-creature instead (or straight up eldritch monster of your own creation). Just remember…deep sea-creatures usually get bigger the deeper you go. Much bigger thanks to deep sea gigantism…;)

(Re-sending this to you, because you said you only got 3 requests when I think I sent you 4. But if you had this request, just ignore this ask with this additional message at the end)

Thanks!!! 💝

Yandere! Male! Deep sea creature x mermaid! Fem! Reader x Human! Male! Hunter

OH THIS IS A DOOZY TO WRITE

By the way, guess whose birthday it is today (Hint: it's me LOL)

Got a little bit sidelined on this fic, but i tried. Two men pursuing darling ain't for me but for you, 💝anon, I'll do it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

This one starts with (and focuses on) you, the reader, since I can't exactly make a yandere man focused fic with two men without making it really long. So unfortunately I cannot put that much of their lore.

Wait, so what does this mean? Do they belong to the same number, or separate? (I mean, I am targeting 16 yanderes in one set. So do they count as one or nah? Eh...)

Yandere! Deep Sea creature name: Viper (from the viperfish) Yandere! Hunter: Orion

It was truly an unfortunate day for you.

You, a mermaid living in the ocean, swimming freely without any people's judgements and even other mermaids.

You aren't exactly a woman of fear.

You love exploring. It's one of your favorite hobbies and actively seek out new thrills and discoveries.

In a world where mer/werpeople were still a newly discovered concept by humans, your folks were adamant on telling you to keep safe from them. Since humans are cruel and what not.

But you didn't care. You wish to see humans and their inventions.

Because of this, you became an outcast from your people, and live on your own in one of the trenches. Just a tad far away from oceanic civilization.

You felt bad for yourself, honestly. Why can't they just accept you're just thirsty for knowledge?

You want to swim up top, where the sun shines and the huge boats reside, with legged people running around in water vehicles. You want to know how they operated it, how they made it, and stuff like that.

Contrary to popular belief, Humans are the uneducated ones. They went on for years upon years not knowing about wer/merpeople other than their mythologies. Yet these other species had always blended with them seamlessly.

Foolish, but that's what made them fascinating for you.

But you only knew what's up above, but not...

The current suddenly felt cold as you lounged at one of the trench dugouts, and you looked down from your side.

It was deep. Too deep for you to explore.

You love the light, but hate the dark.

And it was dark down there. An eerie, dark blue of emptiness.

You're the only one in this abandoned trench, teeming with other sea life other than merpeople, with corals so beautiful and sea anemones that sway with the waters.

But as the trench go down... And down... And down...

They decreased in numbers till they got swallowed by the darkness.

You heard of deep sea merpeople sometimes, but a lot agreed to not look for them. For they are hideous and ugly. Some use them as a scare tactic for young merchildren, that these hideous and large merpeople will eat them alive.

Unfortunately, you believed those stories due to your parents drilling it in your head to not head down.

You shook your head and grabbed your bag, before swimming upwards as you saw a weird mechanism suddenly being dropped in the water via a boat.

You swam around it, curious to this weird ball. It's clearly cut in half then somehow glued together. It's tied to a rope, with little baits decorating the sides.

"Weird, how do humans catch fishes with this?" You asked to yourself, tilting your head as you swatted away the fishes from trying to eat the baits.

Curiosity got a hold of you though. And as you accidentally pulled a bait out from trying to carefully remove it, the ball bursts open and spews out a net, catching you off guard as you got enveloped by the fishnet.

"WHA--?!" As you got enveloped, your body got hauled back to the surface.

Your heart is beating wildly as you broke through the water tension. You can feel the heat of the sun now enveloping your body, which was once only can be felt by your face. You can feel the water dripping from your body down to the waters below, and the net digging onto your skin as your weight made the machine creek.

"Oh? A mermaid?"

A sultry voice said, snapping you from your fear. You looked up, and saw not two, but only one human in such a big boat.

He stood tall, with long legs in a fitted pair of pants and boots. He's wearing a dress shirt that hung loosely on his torso in an inserted fashion. He had a hooded look in his face, examining you over.

"This is the first time I saw a mermaid. Hey there, love." He said again in that voice that made you shiver.

He leans to the edge of the boat, his elbows on the railings. Looking at you with an inquisitve look.

"My name's Orion, love. What's yours?" He asked in a deep tone that made you gulp.

"Y/N..." You whispered, gripping your bag.

"Pretty name for a pretty mermaid." He smiled and you flushed red.

Due to being a recluse, you never got the chance to find a lover, let alone a mate.

As you started to dry out a bit, you scratched your skin, uncomfortable from the direct heat.

Orion saw this and went to the machine.

You curiously looked at what he's doing, trembling from the sudden realization that you're so close to a human invention!

You clutched your bag once more and intently watched as Orion hummed and pulled the lever, making you jerk back as the machine whirred to life and lowered your net.

"Forgive me, love. Thought I caught a big octopus or a huge school of fish." Orion said, making you nod as your body got immersed with the water.

The net unclasped from the bottom, which was held together by a strong magnet as it retreated back to the ball.

"Thank you, Orion." You whispered.

"No problem, love. I'm sorry for catching you like that again." Orion chuckled at your voice.

You didn't make a move from your place, still so curious about the boat. Orion noticed it and chuckled once more.

"Want to know stuff about boats?" He asked and you nodded eagerly. "Alright."

And, as Orion and you talked the afternoon off, you didn't notice a pair of eyes from down, down below look at you with such intensity, hostile.

Orion. A rich man who got a vessel by himself to know more about sealife, hunt them, and display them as catches.

He's always been interested marine life. Living by the seaside most of his life due to his yacht investing father and a beach resort owner mother, he's drawn to the sea in more ways than one.

Due to being mostly by the sea, he developed such tan skin that glistens under the sun whenever he walks by the port. Plus the way his face is built, he looks like a Carribean prince waiting for his mermaid to appear on the beach while not being able to speak.

But due to his parents' financial status, most of the time he only spends time by himself. Other children his age in that port town were intimidated. Despite him trying to be friendly, he can't catch himself a friend at all.

That goes for lovers too. Yeah, there are people who are brave. But in the end, they get overwhelmed from his clinginess.

This made him more clingy and possessive.

He just doesn't want them to run away. He's too lonely for such an extroverted man like him. And with so much love (baggage) to give, how can he make somebody stay in such a demanding and overwhelming way?

It's honestly a draining cycle for both him and the lovers he had.

Now, he only hunts fishes and and examine them. If they're edible, he eats them. If it's interesting, he taxidermies them somehow.

Then, while testing a new net system he developed, he catches a mermaid, you.

He's surprised, but got his heart speared when he saw your clear, fearful, yet curious eyes.

You're so pretty that he swore he's in heaven rather than the sea.

For the first time, an aggressive want to make you his filled him inside that it scared even him.

But he doesn't want to scare you. So, rather than being overwhelming immediately, he took his time.

Why not start with fulfilling your thirst for knowledge?

Everyday, he goes back to that specific spot only for you. You always asked him about his boat, about the machinery, about technology that he brought... He filled your head with information that made you so giddy it was adorable in his eyes.

But he can't shake off the feeling of somebody staring at them. It's honestly unsettling. Sure, it may be other merfolks, but you swore that nobody other than you goes here.

It's strange, but he shrugs it off. He's happy to solo you anyways.

What you didn't know is that he's already ordered a large aquarium type habitat on his home. The size of city wide aquariums of sharks, whales, etc. He made sure to put everything that he thinks you will like.

He wants you in his arms.

He wants to jump down to the sea, hug you in such a tight embrace, and devour your salty lips that will probably taste so sweet on his tongue.

You're so sweet, inquisitive, kind, and understanding. Too lovable. And just thinking that other merfolk have interacted with you before and some probably saw you as a potential mate darkens his mood to no end.

He hasn't tried hunting mermaids yet, should he?

Somehow, he's grateful that you're a social outcast. That means he could just solo you like this.

Not until you didn't show up in a meeting, and his heart dropped to the floor.

Hours before the daily meeting.

You plucked some kelp from a nearby kelp farm that you personally oversee. Hungry, you rolled some and continued to find more proper kelp to join in a fish salad.

Hey, some sealife here are the equivalent of meat consumables for humans.

Getting some oysters, you continued to get food for dinner when a light flashed from your peripheral vision.

"Hmm?" Your body swayed as you looked to the side where the light came from.

Putting what you got in your basket, you swam to the trenches again and tried to find where the light came from.

Some fishes got out of your way as you tried to find it once more, before it flashed again.

"Aha! Now, where... Huh?"

The flash came from the deepest part of the trenches.

The cold current got to you again, and you shivered.

It flashed again, enticing you to swim closer.

But you knew not to do it.

The stories of the deep sea merpeople flashed your mind again, and you almost shrieked in fear from the memories.

But the light is so enticing...

"Just a bit..."

You swam down, passing by the corals and the anemones. Your heartrate picked up, feeling the cold current once more.

Then, you noticed how the corals and anemones are thinning out, but you pushed through, telling yourself that it's not that far.

It's really not that far... Right?

The light flashed once more, now a bit bigger.

So, with a burst of energy and the adrenaline, you swam harder, wanting to see what's the flashing light is.

Then, the light went out.

You gasped in fear and astonishment as suddenly, it got so dark.

With nothing around you at all. Not even the trenches' walls kept you company as the vast, dark nothingness filled your vision.

Cold currents on warm waters, water rippling around you as if some kind of entity kept swimming past you, and you swore you saw beady eyes look at you from afar.

Should you go up?

But wait, where is up?

You felt your stomach drop.

Then, the flashing light blinded you, making you yelp and cover your eyes.

Feeling a sense of deja vu, you felt a presence in front of you.

No, around you.

You trembled, not wanting to open your eyes, but you knew you have to face whatever was in front of you.

So you opened your eyes, and almost shrieked once more from the person in front of you.

He's huge. With beady, ghost like eyes and sharp teeth as he unhinges his jaw in such a grotesque way that made you squirm in how uncomfortable it is to look at. His antenna, the one flashing, shone in now a dimly light as he swerves his body around you. Almost coiling his tail on your body.

He's triple your length, maybe quadruple even. And he laughs deeply at your scared face. He had a sick joy flashing his eyes before he tilted his head.

"Upper Dweller, didn't know you would follow my light." His voice, a ghost like quality with such roughness that it's gravelly. "I'm surprised you're still alive with such curiosity inside of you. Tell me, little one, what's your name?"

"Y/N..." You gulped, cowering from his stature as he swam around you once more.

He looked so creepy, yet had this look that's attracting you to him. Is it the antenna? Who knows.

"A name that matches you." He chuckles and you squirm. Was it a good thing or bad?

"My name's Viper. Nice to meet you, Upper Dweller Y/N." He smiles, his jaw now back in its place yet the sharp teeth still shone. "Hmm... Tiny mermaid, so easy to crush..."

He fully coiled his tail around you, and it felt so cold. The scales felt so cold and uncomfortable against your own tail and skin.

"You dwell on the trenches that nobody dares to live due to being the entrance to my lair." He whispers, closing his face against yours. "Did the people not tell you that?"

You felt your blood run colder than usual. Nobody did. Did they send you there knowing a deep sea dweller lives at the bottom?

Suddenly, you felt helpless against his hold as you realized that you got sent to your what's essentially your death.

Viper smiles from your reaction as he kept himself from pulling you down to the abyss completely.

The first time you got to the trenches, Viper was thoroughly surprised. The abandoned trenches suddenly got a resident once more? Who's the stupid mermaid who dares to live on his what's essentially a frontyard?

And he got a good look on you. Despite being of a viperfish specie, his ghost like eyes were useful for him, making him look at your face fully even though the distance is so far.

You. You look so precious, so pure as you swam around above. So small and puny that just one bite from his powerful jaw can crack you open.

But he didn't lure you yet, just observed his prey as you swam around, trying to watch the boats on the surface.

Viper's a lonely man.

Deep sea merfolk are rare, and in this place, it was only him.

So, he never really got the proper education on what to do in social contexts. Not like he had a chance to do so.

The only time he got is when people still reside the trenches up above when he's still a fry. They looked so happy and chatty, friendly and kind.

And he wants to experience it too.

So, he swam up, trying to form relationships, but this only scared the merfolk away from the ghost like appearance of Viper and his sheer size despite being only a fry back then.

And all of them left the trenches.

It broke small Viper's heart, and he steeled them in the years to come.

But now, you moved in.

Fortunately, Viper's in that age that he's finding a mate to be with for life.

And, with how much he observed you, taking in your smiles, curious glances up above, and fearful looks you gave down below, he slowly fell in love with you.

Well, in one way or another.

So, when he saw you talking to this puny human, he knew he had to make his move.

So, he lured you here.

"Little one..." He whispered, nudging your hand open with his sharp claws.

You opened it nervously, and gasped in terror as he gave you a black pearl.

A symbol of wanting to be mates.

"NO!" You screamed in fear as you got the strength to break free and swim with all your might up to the surface.

Viper growled and tried to catch up with you.

"COME HERE!"

You shrieked in terror as his hand is only a smidge away from your tail.

The darkness slowly got lighter, and you were tired from exhaustion but you knew you cannot stop.

Viper was angry. How dare you reject him! A little upper-dweller that he can just crush with one hand yet he graciously let live reject his offer to be his mate?

But the light got too much for him, and he had to hiss and retreat.

"You will be back." He whispered, watching your retreating figure. "I just know it."

Viper remembers the other man, the human, who somehow saw through him one day when he observed the both of you. Viper felt the hostility and bloodlust from him as he looked directly at where Viper is.

Viper swore up and down it's just coincidence, but the way Orion's eyes never left his spot was unsettling. How can Orion even see Viper?

But Viper knew that this man is not an easy opponent.

So he retreats...

And Orion also retreats as he realized you aren't going to be in the meeting place today.

Two men. One up above, and one below.

Both wants you in their arms.

One will offer you the light but in such a restrictive way,

And the other will offer you the darkness filled with uncertainty but within the waters you know and love.

So, who will it be, love?

Time is ticking, little one.

It will not be long until these two go face to face.

And one will not live to see the tale.

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