Prompt — POV: You get stood up by your date but a sweet eel monster comes in to save your date
1,047 Words — I felt like writing a random sea creature so I googled mythical sea creatures + wanted to write something cute for the February/Valentine’s day mood
A Night with a Monster
A short story about a male! Eel monster joining in with a Gender Neutral! Reader on an abandoned date to which they find they’re both very good company. You can interpret it as romantic or friendly or however you’d like!
In a world of humans and monsters alike there was always plentiful opportunities for romance at sea. Though not for you it seemed. Y/N couldn’t seem to manage to keep a lover for themselves. They had been using dating apps and monster lover sites searching desperately for someone to hold them close by Valentine’s Day, but it seemed that by today you were stood-up for a tentacle lady who could rock his world much better than you could’ve hoped to. Whatever. You told yourself. It was bound to happen again, and you shouldn’t have expected more from some sleazy guy you met on some rinky dinky dating app anyways.The night was cold and you sat alone in a small beachfront restaurant, the hanging lanterns hanging overhead the palm covered roofing illuminated your face, highlighting your features in the dark for some to see and admire from afar. It didn’t matter though because none would approach you, and the fish tailed waiters spared glances of pity at you waiting for someone to meet you. It had been 3 hours by then and they would’ve started giving you pitiful glances and glasses of a monster’s equivalent to Chardonnay.
“I’m sorry I’m late, darlin.” A husky voice said from behind you. At first you ignored it, as you were far beyond giving your so-called Tinder date a chance after seeing his Instagram story. There was a large thud before you though, and you had to catch yourself on the chair in shock to meet the gaze of someone in front of you. “My name is Cedar.” He said. He had sleek skin, split in colors of a blubbery blue and a tan inner half with markings decorated across his cheek bones. “Hello.. Cedar..? My name is (Y/N), Nice.. to meet you?”
Cedar chuckled at your confusion and handed you slightly tattered flowers. You took them and gave them a hesitant whiff, they were just normal human heritaged flowers. Cedar started to smile wide with large sharp jaws stretching across his face that would frighten most, but you didn’t seem to mind them, in fact they made you giggle and blush. “I hope you’ll forgive me for intruding, you seemed lonely and I too have been stood up today. I usually come to the bar here on the weekends after work, and that’s when I saw you. You had been sitting here for so long I started to get you some drinks.. I can only imagine how starved you are. Now I get to put my flowers to good use too!” Cedar winked at you and you simply nodded through his explanation, surprised he had been watching you that long. “So, Cedar.. what exactly are you?” You asked bluntly trying to determine what kind of creature he was. “A handsome one?” He teases and bellowed a hearty laugh from deep in his chest. “I jest, I’m a Greek Cetus. You know, like the ones they slew and used in offerings in the stories of Heracles and Perseus, I come from a long line of them. Now I wonder what YOU are, darling.” Did he call everyone darling? “I’m just a human.” You said simply taking a sip from your glass appreciating his features more now as you knew what he was. He has curved-finned ears which had a sleek design, spotted freckles on his arms from what poked out of his rolled up sleeves connected to the open shirt that let you appreciate his soft stomach. You wanted to peek below the table to see if he had fins for feet but you didn’t want to be rude with your curiosity either. At least you could see his slim eel-like tail slithering in slow wags while having someone’s company. If you had a tail, it probably would do the same. “Just a human?!” He laughed and shook his head “Don’t undermine your worth like that, darling. Humans are very capable and strong creatures, you know what we say about you little folks. With humans— when there’s a will, they find a way.” You smiled letting butterflies fill your chest at the validation of your worth.
The waiters would’ve come around again looking relieved at the two of you finding company with each other, Cedar ordered a king crab deluxe and you ordered the seafood baked pasta. Cedar had called the waiters “darlin” too, so you could only assume it was part of his tongue’s vocabulary. The waiter smiled heartily as they took your menus and left you to conversate. Cedar leaned back in his chair eyeing your body, it was to his standards and perfect in every place that mattered to him. You made small conversation at first, asking where he worked to which he responded that he owned a surfboarding company and often donated to youth wellness programs. You never thought much about having kids but you told him how you would’ve appreciated that if you were younger, to your surprise so did he. As more drinks came down the pipe work the more you both settled in the relaxation of the waves and pleasant conversation. You got to open up about your hobbies without being shamed for them and he even wanted to know more, the face you made when you rambled was bright and inspiring and you could tell he enjoyed listening to you speak as he nodded and hummed with his never changing expression.
The food eventually would have arrived but the conversation didn’t stop after it did, Cedar made jokes about being electrifying, and the puns made you laugh and cover your stuffed cheeks. He was an honest and good man who lit up your lonely night as you did the same for him. Was this the start of something new? You weren’t sure, but for now you’d appreciate the long night of conversation to hold with the new stranger. The food was good, the conversations were delectable, and the taste on your tongue tingled from a great evening. Cedar was even gentlemanly enough to offer you a ride home. His webbed hands grasped your waist and lifted you into his tall truck as he hopped in on the other side. By then the sun was rising and you were starting to nod to sleep, he lowered the music and left you to rest. You woke up on your couch tucked in with a long dark fishing coat. As you sat up you rubbed your slightly moist cheek and glanced around your apartment hooking your sights at your key card with your apartment number on it, and a small card on the table. A business card for Cedar’s Surf-shop. You turned it over and saw some messy writing. “I enjoyed our date! call me up when you’re ready for the next one!!” And out came your phone to arrange another night with a monster.
Steele Savage’s 1971 paperback cover to Time for the Stars by Robert A. Heinlein