you've got the devil in your eyes
synopsis: amidst whispers lost to time, a legend circulated: the siren who could collect 18 hearts would become the queen of the sea. hidden in the depths of the ocean, where not even sunlight dared to enter, inside a wooden chest darkened by time, daniela already had 17.
you are a siren hunter, and when daniela corners you to steal the final trophy, you must choose: surrender your life to save your family, or let the sea be governed by the cruelest of sirens.
pairing: siren!daniela. hunter!reader. word count: 4.1K
cw: violence. death. dubcon. nsfw. blood. monsterfucking. psychological manipulation. drowning imagery. horror elements.
the sky was beautiful that afternoon, a cloudless blue. in the distance, you listened to the sound of waves breaking, white foam covering the ocean. you paused for a moment to feel it, the wind whispering in your ears, as if telling a secret, as if it waited for the right time to awaken.
you loved this life, you loved feeling the cold breeze hit your face, the constant sway of the boat beneath your feet, the blue immensity that stretched across the horizon and beyond. the salty scent of the sea that invaded your nostrils and burned your skin. your mother used to wait for the day you would tire of this life, seek a job in the city, and settle down. but you knew, a feeling that burned and overflowed within your core, the ocean was your home, and always would be. spending more time sailing on the waters than on solid ground was what made you get up every morning.
it was the reason you were alive.
the abyss, the boat on which you sailed, was a gift from your father. it was neither the newest nor remotely the safest, but it was the inheritance of a lineage of hunters before you. every creaking piece of wood, every worn rope, carried the weight of the battles these men faced. it was the legacy of a lineage of hunters that now weighed on your shoulders.
your father had taught you everything you knew about the sea and the dangers it hid. since childhood, you heard stories about creatures living in the depths, where light never touched. they were nicknamed sirens, ethereal creatures on the inside and cruel and ruthless on the outside. with long, shimmering tails, scales that looked like liquid glass, and a voice that seemed to make the entire world bow to hear the sounds, and it was that very sound, sweet and fatal, that hypnotized men and women and dragged them to the bottom of the ocean. and after⊠all that remained was silence.
that same silence filled the environment. you and your crew knew that moments of relaxation were rare. you were in treacherous territory; hunting sirens was no easy task. they were clever, sea monsters that acted with speed. one minute of inattention and everything could change.
the sun was already hiding on the horizon when you decided to look for a safe zone to rest. waves gently tapped the hulls, and the smell of sea spray mixed with the oil from the lanterns.
your crew consisted of five women; you had sailed together for so long that they moved in sync, as if they were a single soul split into different bodies. they were a family shaped by a single common love â the sea. on that deck, there was more than just teammates â there was sisterhood. each one knew she could count on the others, that none would be left behind. years of sailing together had forged a silent bond, a sisterhood crafted by the sea and the need to survive.
megan was humming softly while coiling the lights; the sound of her voice mixed with the murmurs of the waves breaking. sophia, who was only a year younger than you, was distractedly sharpening her hunting knife, the reflection of the setting sun on the metal. yoonchae watched everything in silence, rarely speaking, but when she did, everyone stopped to listen. lara was laughing at something only she found funny, her light laughter ricocheting across the immensity of the sea. beside you, manon, your co-captain and life partner, was untying ropes with her usual precision, her eyes attentive to every detail of the boat and the crew.
there was something about manon that anchored you, as if she were part of your existence. you had known each other for so long that a nod, a movement, was enough for her to understand what you needed; words became unnecessary when you were together. she was your balance, the lighthouse that guided you when the sea seemed to swallow everything. between you, there were no secrets, no promises, only the certainty that you would give your lives for each other. and, that afternoon, that certainty felt stronger than ever.
when the boat slowed, the anchor plunged into the waters with a dull clang, and the deckâs rocking became gentle. the other girls began to retreat, laughing softly, while manon remained by your side, watching the sun disappear on the horizon.
âanother day surviving the sea,â she murmured. a tired smile played on her lips.
you simply agreed, leaning your head on her shoulder, as you often did. the warmth of manonâs body enveloped you, bringing a familiar feeling of security and belonging, as if nothing could hurt you while she was by your side. the whole world seemed to fit inside you both, and for a brief moment, you truly believed the sea would be gentle that day.
and like a premonition, or a dark work of fate. the air suddenly changed, the boat lightly shook, and a silence so dense it hurt your ears settled in. the sound of the waves seemed distorted, loaded with a strange force that made your heart pound. the danger was not just invisible, it was tangible; you could feel it in your bones, on your skin, reverberating through your body. and then, before you could react, a thud echoed at the stern of the abyss, so loud the sound seemed to rip the air. the deck trembled under your feet, and before you could understand what was happening, you and manon were thrown forward. the impact was dry, the air escaped your lungs, but before you could fall completely, you felt manonâs firm hands pulling you. together, you slid across the wooden floor, the sound of boots and the rocking of the boat mixing with the roar of the waves.
âhold on!â she yelled, her voice almost swallowed by the noise.
in seconds, chaos erupted. the girls rushed out of the cabins, their hurried steps echoing on the deck. sophia was yelling something about the anchor, megan was trying to reach the helm, and lara was already leaning over the side trying to see what had hit the hull.
the smell of smoke and salt began to spread. the sea, previously calm, now rose in denser, darker waves.
manon looked at you, her face partially illuminated by the light of the lanterns still swinging from the hooks.
âthat came from under the water,â she whispered. âsomething is down there.â
sophia knelt by the edge, her hunting knife already unsheathed and gleaming in the gloom, trying to sense the pulse of the water. "we have a breach, captain! on the port flank, almost at the waterline, and it wasn't a coral." her voice was tense, but professional. yoonchae, silent as ever, was already at the hatch, quickly descending to assess the flooding below. megan, pale-faced, struggled to turn the helm, trying to steer the abyss away from wherever the attack had come from, but the ship felt heavy, almost stuck. lara was pulling canvas buckets, instinctively moving to where the water might start to pour in.
"impact weapons on deck! manon, help me with the harpoons!" you growled, fear being overridden by adrenaline and training. this wasn't rough sea, nor a treacherous rock. it was hunting. the bloodline in your veins screamed the truth. manon released the mechanism of the first harpoon, the dark steel tip reflecting the unstable lantern light. she looked at you, a silent understanding exchanged: this time, the enemy was prepared. the ship shook again, a lateral jolt that knocked over some boxes and made the ropes swing wildly. what whatever was down there was testing the structure, circling.
the silence that followed was suffocating. no one dared to move. the air felt too heavy to breathe, and the sound of your own heart beating was all you could hear. for an instant, you thought you might have imagined it â until you felt the first impact. a dry snap traveled through the hull, followed by a low drag, like nails scraping wood. something huge circled the abyss, slow, calculated. megan held her breath, sophia raised her knife, and even manon, always firm, squeezed your hand tightly.
it could only be one thing. and as confirmation, the song began, that sweet and deadly sound, which had already carried thousands of souls into the darkness. the sound seemed to be born from the seabed and rise through the body, vibrating in your bones and raising every bit of skin it touched.
the sky that was orange was now closing into a deep gray. a dense fog swallowed the boat centimeter by centimeter. it was impossible to see anything.
your heart pounded. your eyes widened in pure panic. the fear spread through your body, a chill that didn't come from the water, but from within. each breath was short, heavy. the air seemed to have been sucked from your lungs. a splash echoed in the water. you and manon turned at the same time.
the first of the sirens emerged, slowly rising like an omen. her skin was scaly, a silver tone that oscillated between blue and green. long hair fell in cascades over her shoulders, moving like living currents within the water. from her parted lips came a song too sweet to be human. the sound seeped into the cracks of the wood, into the ship's ropes, into the skin. it vibrated in the bones. it entered the ears and coiled in the mind, hot and cold at the same time. it was impossible to distinguish words, but the meaning was clear: come.
âcover your ears!â you roared, your voice tearing the air.
the girls obeyed instantly, bringing their hands to their heads and pressing their ears tightly.
like a school of fish, more and more were emerging, soon the boat was surrounded on all sides. the voices mixed into a hypnotic chorusâsweet, dissonant, inescapable.
it was so hard not to listen. the song cut through everything â the sound of the waves, the clattering of the lights, even your own thoughts. you tried to concentrate, to sing something inside your own head, but the melody seeped through the cracks of your mind, too sweet to be ignored. you faced them, trying to convey some authority, but something in their translucent eyes said they were one step ahead, always watching, always waiting.
âyou are brave, aren't you, darling.â one of them said, arching her body over the boat and leaning on the sides. âactually, everyone is⊠but eventually they yield, they always yield.â âhumans⊠always so⊠weak,â another mocked.
and they laughed. their laughter sounded like broken bells, echoing across the night sea.
âdonât listen to her,â manon said, in a low voice, but you knew that inside she was also desperate.
your mind seemed paralyzed, and you knew you needed to act quickly. it was your responsibility as captain; you needed to defend your crew.
but before you could move a muscle, everything around fell into a profound stillness. the chorus suddenly ceased, as if the air itself had been sucked away, leaving only the overwhelming feeling that something even more dangerous was approaching.
it was in that quietness that she appeared.
daniela rose from the bottom of the ocean like a forgotten deity, so powerful that she made anyone bow before her. every gesture was measured, every movement carried grace and danger at the same time. her dark hair fell in heavy waves, forming a void around her. her eyes, as dark as the night sky, burned with intensity. she was living fire. she was beautiful⊠so beautiful she would make zeus condemn mortals just to have her. that would make him create a domain where not even his brother, hades, or death could touch her.
the other sirens moved away, lowering their heads, their laughter dying on their lips. danielaâs face curved into a somber, devilish smile. there was no pity there, only a future queen ready to claim her throne.
for a second, the world seemed to compress, the noises disappeared, leaving only the feeling that you were facing something immensely dangerous and irresistible. like a magnet, danielaâs eyes fixed on yours. as dark as an abyss. she tilted her head, observing you with a lethal curiosity.
sophia took a step forward, weapon in hand, but hesitated; her eyes lost focus. you felt your heart race. daniela hadn't said a word yet, but her presence was like a silent tide, pulling everything closer â including you. she moved with a supernatural lightness towards you.
âdonât look at her,â someone whispered behind you, but already it was too late. her eyes were so mesmerizing that they made your mind go numb, as if you were surrounded by a dense fog, clouding your vision and drawing you closer. and for the first time, she spoke, her voice so melodic it could cut the universe in half.
âyou have the courage to face me, hunter?â
you tried to step back, but your body didn't respond. your legs seemed glued to the floor, while fear and fascination grew inside you, intoxicating you. daniela stopped before you. the salty scent of her skin, mixed with something sweet, impossible to name, invaded your nostrils, until it was impossible to distinguish where your breath ended and hers began.
âare you afraid of me, hunter?â she asked once more, in a low voice, her tongue movements slow and sensual.
seconds dragged, and the song returned to echo across the ocean â but it was no longer the same sound. there was something sweet in it now, something that seeped into the mind like mist, intoxicating and impossible to resist. then, the metallic sound of a weapon falling broke the air, and a chill ran down your spine. as you turned, horror pierced you like a blade: one by one the girls let their weapons drop, their faces softening, their eyes becoming opaque, empty. manon still tried to resist, teeth clenched, a frown set on her features, but the tremor in her hands betrayed that even she was beginning to yield.
they were being controlled. daniela was messing with their minds. you had never seen anything like it before. it was like watching your worst nightmare right in front of your eyes.
âstop it,â you pleaded, desperate. hot tears streamed down your cheeks, tracing saline paths on your skin already burned by the wind. daniela just watched, serene. when she spoke, her voice was low, melodic, and yet impossible to disobey:
âcome with me then, surrender yourself to me, hunter, and i will spare your friends.â
shock ran through your body like a sword. your legs almost buckled when the information reached your brain. she wanted you. she would take you to the bottom of the sea, and you would never see the sunlight again.
all your dreams would end there. every memory, every shared laugh, every unsaid promise⊠everything dissolved like foam between your fingers. the world you knew, the life you could have, your girls, manon⊠everything slipped away, silent and cruel, as if the ocean itself had decided there was no place for you on any shore.
but you could still save your crew. if you weren't so selfish. and you weren't.
fear consumed you and constricted the walls of your lungs. there was a knot in your throat that burned more than the salt. you knew what you needed to do, but everything in you screamed not to. your body begged for life, your heart begged for time. your eyes burned as you looked at manon â she was still fighting, even broken, even without strength. the tears came silently, mixing with the salt and the pain. each drop was a farewell â to the laughter, to the sound of the deck under your feet. fear and love for the crew merged until nothing was left but surrender. the despair didn't come from dying, but from knowing that, by doing so, you would leave behind everything you were, everything you loved.
you heard manon struggling; even amidst the pain, she tried to stop you. but there was no salvation. you had never dealt with such a powerful siren before. for a second, amidst the despair, a sad smile appeared on your lips. your heart pounding, your lungs burning, the feeling that every second could be your last, all this mixed with the certainty that there was nowhere to run. daniela was so close you could feel her breath, the icy touch of her hands about to drag you down. every movement you made was observed, every rise and fall of your breath, every fear and apprehension. and in that gesture, there was the promise that nothing else mattered but what she wanted. you held the edge of the boat tightly, your fingers trembling, trying to convince yourself that there was still something you could do. but your body no longer obeyed. danielaâs song was everywhere â in the waves hitting the hull, in the wind cutting your skin, inside your head.
a shiver ran down your neck. perhaps dying wasn't the end. perhaps, in her hands, there was something beyond the void. you took a deep breath, the taste of salt and despair on your tongue.
âitâs alrightâŠâ, you whispered, but your voice came out trembling, almost soundless. it wasn't acceptance, it was the price of love. it was surrender. a whisper amidst sobs, like one who gives up because the fate of their family was worth more than their own life, and there was nothing left to offer to fate but yourself.
danielaâs eyes focused on you again. there was fascination in them, a dangerous, intense curiosity. she had never killed a woman before; none of the hearts in her collection belonged to one. but upon seeing the commotion of the other sirens and seeing you for the first time, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt: yours would be the last. your heart would seal her crown.
you took the first step toward her, still uncertain of what you would do. she waited for you, motionless, like a hunter observing prey. your heart accelerated, and the world around seemed to shrink. you sat on the edge of the boat, your feet touching the cold water. it was sad to think that these would be your last moments of life, before what had always been your great love swallowed you whole.
daniela approached, her fingers resting on the sides of the boat. she tilted her head, observing you with that almost cruel calm. you were so close you could feel her warm breath dissolving into the salty air.
she wanted to give you something. not pity, nor compassion â daniela didn't know those words. she wanted to give you something that would last beyond the pain, something that would make you remember her even when your lungs filled with air.
sirens didn't know gestures of affection or intimacy; for them, affection was weakness. they owed loyalty only to the queen of the sea, and that was the limit of any human emotion they could feel. any other feeling â care, love, devotion â was irrelevant, disposable. daniela, however, seemed to want to experience something different, to touch you in a way no other siren would dare.
the kiss sealed the agreement between you, slow and intoxicating. her lips were soft and salty. her tongue was rough and long, contrasting with yours. a sob caught in your throat as she pulled you closer, the freezing sensation of the water welcoming you.
daniela caressed your face, her icy hands causing a strange and pleasant sensation on your warm skin. all of it bordered on the absurd. it made you sick. âstop overthinking, hunter,â she whispered in your ear. sharp teeth gliding across your neck, the metallic, hot taste of your blood on her tongue was delicious, the best she had ever tasted. you were so lost in the sensations that you could barely stop her. you would let her do whatever she wanted.
the siren's fingers explored your body, she slid her hands over every curve, every piece of skin was being covered by her. your nipples were already hard from the contact with the cold water, and this caught the future queen's attention. she slowly pulled down your shirt, as if wanting to imprint every second of that moment into her memory. when your breasts were exposed, she eagerly took them into her mouth, sucking the left side with such vigor that it hurt. your head curved backward and rested on the boat's edge. when the left side became sensitive and red, she moved to the other, giving light nips and circling the nipple with her warm, rough tongue.
the siren's hands went to the waistband of your pants and entered your panties, you moaned softly at the minimal contact. she started with slow movements, as if exploring your entrance. it was hot and seemed to pulse, daniela, driven by genuine interest, resolved to insert a finger. your vagina was tight, the walls avidly swallowing every inch of her. soon, the back-and-forth movements began. you moaned, lost in pleasure. your vision was blurry, and all you saw were small colored dots. daniela lifted your leg a little more and resolved to introduce another finger, which entered like the 'pop' of a lollipop. she smiled seeing your expressions, the thrusts became increasingly faster, and your internal muscles expanded to accommodate her.
you moaned uncontrollably, nails scratching danielaâs back, drops of blood painting the dark blue of the sea. a tremor ran through your body, the feeling of closeness was so intense that you squeezed your eyes shut. the orgasm broke inside you like shards, your back arched, your head thrown back forcefully.
you tried to recover your breath slowly, but the air felt thin, dense. the sensation of pleasure faded, leaving behind only the cold awareness of what had happened: the siren had dominated and consumed you there, on the brink of death, stealing your will and resistance. there was no longer a fight, only the echo of your own body betraying you. daniela watched, the dark smile returning to her lips, now stained. her gaze, previously one of fascination, was one of final satisfaction. you brought your hand to your lips, tasting the salt and the blood. every second was one less on your clock. there was nothing left to negotiate, nothing to protect besides what was on the deck. it was time to fulfill the agreement. the end of everything. it was time to completely surrender, body and soul, to the sea⊠and to her. you turned and looked once more at your crew â your girls â with affection in your eyes; every moment alongside them had been marked by laughter and companionship. they were still out of it; probably, when the spell ended, they wouldn't know what happened, only notice your absence.
daniela pulled you by the hands, and you let her. you kept your eyes fixed on the girls, even as the sea salt stung them. your lungs burned as you descended deeper and deeper. it was suffocating and painful. overwhelmed by despair and terrible fear, your eyes went to hers â ruthless and serene. it was as if she could see every thought, every repressed fear and desire. she held you firmly, not out of fear of you escaping, but as a form of comfort. daniela was not only taking your body to the seabed, but your essence, and you knew, without needing to hear it, that those she selected never returned.
darkness began to fill your vision, the pressure of the water pulled you further and further away from the light. the last conscious thought you had was of her presence and the impact of her touch.
and then, the darkness came â complete, silent, and strangely serene. the pressure of the water crushed the last gasp of air, and the hunter finally yielded. every silent beat of your heart was, in that instant, the final item daniela needed. one more conquest, one more piece that made her unbeatable, and you, lost between fear and fascination, had your chest torn open to become eternal in the memory of the siren who governed everything she touched.
