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Siren!Malleus x F!Reader

TW: Loss of bodily autonomy, Horror, Implied cannibalism, One-sided enemies to lovers

AN: Based on this post. Reader is kind of pessimistic. Also, he talks to you like you're the weird creature on his property 😭

Word count: 7k+

You signed up for a random raffle at your local mall because of how insistent the promoter was and you had just wanted to get her off of your back.

“Get a gift card!”

“Win a new car!”

You had written your name and email down, completely forgetting about it until yesterday.

Much to your surprise, you ended up winning the grand prize: a beach house! The winner’s confirmation is delivered to your email and you’ve picked the key up from the mall with some hesitancy along with signing some important documents.

A beach house. What am I even supposed to do with that?

It won’t hurt to check it out, you suppose.

The smell of saltwater and something tangy hits you as you step out of your car. The location wasn’t too far from the city so you could theoretically spend time here on your vacations or even weekends. Theoretically.

This place is the sticks.

The houses were all spaced very far apart and the only people you’ve come across so far seemed to be extremely old or…

“...”

That’s it to be honest. You’ve only seen elderly folk milling about and even they were rare. Abandoned, isolated, and forgotten,

So this is why they were giving this house away. They probably just didn’t want to deal with the property taxes.

However, the property taxes for this area were way lower than your rent in the city due to it looking like it had a population of maybe a hundred people or even less.

I could cancel my lease and live here but, ugh, this place is kind of sad.

Sand crunches under your feet as you walk to your new home. It’s reasonably sized and right next to the shore. It actually doesn’t look bad with its multiple floors and decent view of the sea even if the stilts under the building looked kind of funny and the house was an extremely drab color, just like the ocean and the rest of the town.

I guess I can always repaint it if I have to.

You observe the gray waves of the water as you make your way further into your “front yard”. Rocks, seashells, seagrass, even a little crab that scuttles away from you with its pincers in the air.

Just a normal, ugly beach.

You hear a large splashing noise near a pile of rocks that were jutting out of the ocean and from the corner of your eye, you see something large and black dive underwater. All you saw was the scales of its tail and the size of the water ripples it left behind, but that’s all you needed to know it was enormous.

Was that a shark!? Is that what sharks look like?! We have sharks here?!

Spooked at how close it was to the shoreline, you step back from the water and break into a brisk pace to the stairs of your waterfront home.

Okay, calm down! It's just a fish! They live in the water! Of course, the ocean has fish that big!

Your hand clasps the worn, wooden railing as you try not to hurriedly ascend the steps.

Just focus on your new, even bigger, house.

The place is clearly very old and has seen its fair share of storms. The porch creaks in greeting and the lounge chairs have clearly seen better days with their torn cushions and cloth.

I guess I should throw these out later.

You reach into your purse to take out the keys the promoter at the mall had given you. Heavy bronze clicks into place as you insert it into the keyhole. Once again, putrid odors waft towards you and you cringe your nose at it. Peeled paint and a stuffy atmosphere make for one grand reveal of the interior of this derelict building.

When was the last time someone’s even gone inside or at least opened the front door?!

You cough as you wave in front of your face. Perhaps it was just the humid nature of this town that led to this. You didn’t want to think of the raffle hosts not bothering to inspect the prize they were offering and shake your head before reluctantly walking further inside. The door scrapes against the floorboards letting out a screech like it's in a horror movie. You mutter under your breath as you shut it before struggling with the strange locks. Only when you turn on the lights and see that everything is covered in either plastic or ghostly white sheets does it hit you.

This was not going to be fun.

“Ugh!”

You groan as you collapse onto your freshly unwrapped sofa and roll your shoulders. You’ve spent hours upon hours, cleaning, uncovering, and exploring the house. It was just way too big and now it was too late at night for you to bravely explore the attic.

There’s probably going to be rats or some weird animal up there. I should check tomorrow.

You yawn as you stand. You hadn’t brought any food with you so you had thought of visiting a local diner or grocery store.

Just for tonight.

You shrug on a sweater as you head outside and down your stairs.

This is annoying.

You realize that walking in and out of sand was going to become a daily occurrence if you chose to actually start living here. You futilely kick sand out of the way as it tries to get into your shoes. A few grains even end up in your socks but there’s nothing you could do about that now as you trudge to the diner.

Sea siren diner?

It’s dark, the ocean smells weird, and the only food on the menu is seafood.

What kind of diner doesn’t have dessert?!

You’re not in the mood for a talk, but the owner seems overjoyed to have a new customer that’s below the age of fifty and isn’t just passing through. You can’t help but be polite and try to engage in conversation with someone so vibrant. You tried to keep up as you ate while they rambled about the town’s history and folklore while nodding and humming to random sentences. It’s not until you notice her become serious as she looks around that you finally pay attention. She leans down to whisper to you.

“Be careful at night and don't go too close to the water’s edge. If you hear something strange, run inside your home.”

You stop chewing on the fish she had given you. Your cheeks struggle to hold the amount you had bit off.

“What?”

She laughs as she waves her hand in the air.

“Oh darling! We’re an old superstitious bunch! We hear any strange noise and call it the siren’s song! No clue what it is, but we folks prefer to stay safe. So if we hear something weird? We run indoors!”

She continues to laugh it off, but…

You end up finishing your chat with her as you inhale every crumb on your plate. You pay and wave bye to her as you leave, tightening your sweater just a bit more around yourself when the cold air outside the diner hits you.

Silly superstitions. Sirens? They’re just myths.

You feel kind of emboldened, but at this late at night, it’d be stupid to go fable hunting. You would probably drown to death or get bit by something weird. Well, you do live right next to the shore, you could always go in the day-

“Oooooooooo~”

You stop in your tracks. You’re so close to your home now that you could make a mad dash inside, throw your headphones on or turn some music up, and go to sleep while pretending you didn’t hear a thing. But this sound…

It’s probably just a whale or a dolphin!

You chuckle under your breath as your legs shake while walking onto the beach because you know for certain that that could not be coming from a single marine creature you could think of. The “siren’s song” sounds even closer now as you reach the sea’s waves.

Just ignore it. Go to bed.

The diner owner’s flippant warning circles through your head as you hear the song continuing and becoming even louder.

I can’t do it!

You let out an indignant noise filled with fear as you run up your stairs and into your home. The door rattles as you slam it shut and bolt into your chosen bedroom for the night.

Survive the night and then you can investigate! After all, sea monsters can’t come onto land!

You crawl under your covers and huddle in on yourself. You struggle to sleep as you keep trying to laugh off the creepy melody being sung outside your window.

I’ll wake up tomorrow and it’ll just be a bad dream.

I’m so stupid!

You groan as you think about how scared you got last night.

It must’ve just been some old trick the townspeople like to play on new people! Nothing else!

You grumble as you start your day and get to moving out old furniture and other miscellaneous items you had found in the attic. Seagulls squawk as they fly around before sitting down on the chairs and worn cushions you’ve offered them as tribute. You watch, with your hands on your hips, as they flock into groups and settle down into more comfortable positions.

“I guess you could keep them.”

It was getting colder, you couldn’t blame them for being attracted to sources that could warm them and it’s not like they were bothering you. Unlike the sea turtle that had washed ashore, tangled in plastic and fishing wire. You sigh when your eyes land on it.

As if I’m not busy enough as is…

You drag the sea turtle onto the shore as it writhes in your grip.

“Stop struggling! I’m trying to free you!”

You grunt as you manage to tug some of the plastic off of it. The rest of it definitely needed scissors or pliers which had you running inside to grab before finishing the job and releasing it back into the water.

“Pttt, pfft.”

The waves swallow it whole while you’re left spitting out water that the turtle had splashed onto your face in thanks as it had made a mad dash.

Amazing.

You dust your hands and wipe off the remaining water before going back to moving things out of the attic and out of your home.

Just gotta make it presentable for a renter and then I can leave.

You still weren’t too keen on actually living here and the thought of renting this place out to someone else felt all too enticing, especially with the amount of people that had taken up travelling in the recent years. Your city was pretty popular and people were always willing to save a few dimes.

All this is making me hungry…

Your hand brushes the pocket where you usually keep your wallet as your mind wanders to what you should get for lunch, when you feel nothing. The pocket is empty and the fabric lays flat against your body.

You’re kidding.

The best-case scenario was that you dropped it while moving all the furniture. The worst-case scenario, you dropped it somewhere around town. You decide to first check everywhere on your property. You wanted to believe that your wallet was heavy enough to avoid sinking into the sand and the seagulls would be uninterested in its contents to even think of stealing it.

Where? Where?!

You’re on your hands and knees now as you lift up rocks while the gulls overhead laugh at you.

“Haha, yeah.”

You know they’re not particularly laughing at you, but you can’t help but be bitter as you’ve become covered in sand and grit.

I hate this place.

You give up and head into town where you also end up empty-handed in your search.

“Seriously…?”

You’re exhausted as you come back to your home. The sun has long since set and if you heard the “siren’s song” again, you probably wouldn’t have the energy to even bother running from it.

Splasssshhh!

It’s probably that weird, giant fish you saw the first day you came here making a ruckus. You don’t want to nor do you care to see it, but something in you urges you to look in the direction of that loud splash. You sigh and turn around. Nothing. Just dark, jagged rocks and your credit card.

Wait a minute.

You edge closer to the water and see your wallet sitting near the edge of the dark rock formation. You cringe over how you’ll have to step into the water to retrieve your precious possession, yet the sudden realization that a wave could sweep away your wallet at any second sends you running to the shoreline. You don’t have time to think and immediately step into the cold and gross water.

My fricking shoes!

You tremble in disgust as your socks become wet in no time. But it doesn't matter because you get your hands on your wallet soon enough. It’s slightly wet and its items seem to have been rummaged through, but they’re all there. You’re not missing a single card or coin.

What the… Who the heck would do this?

There’s no plausible answer as to why your wallet would end up on these random rocks in the sea and especially in this area.

Maybe a seagull picked it up and dropped it? But why did it look like someone also went through it?

“Eoooooooaaaaa~”

You quickly tense as you hear that strange singing again and realize you’re just standing in the ocean, drenched and holding a wallet you probably wouldn’t even be using anymore as the seams have come apart.

Get out! Get out now!

You end up screeching as you run to your house when the singing starts to sound like it’s coming from right behind you.

A new day brings a new list of chores to finish, yet you decide that today you would try to learn more about the town and its history, along with its “siren” or whatever that weird creature singing at night was. Heck, maybe you'll even find the creature once you’re done learning all about it.

The seaside is as dreary as ever. There's no color besides the seagulls that had roosted onto an old beach chair you had tossed and some trash that had washed up.

Huh? That trash is shaped kind of weird.

You look around before walking closer to the milky-white object on the rocky shore. When you approach it, you realize it's some sort of ornate hair brush.

Is this shipwrecked treasure?

The handle is smooth to the touch even if it's been worn down a bit by the ocean and you can faintly make out an engraving.

1883, Marititia.

“This is…”

You weigh it in your hands. It's decently sized and still usable. Beautifully painted flowers adorn the back of the brush.

Strange. It's not as worn down as I would expect something that's been in the ocean for this long to be.

You're not really sure what to do since it feels like you're holding a priceless treasure. The engravings and encrusted jewels only add to the value in your eyes.

I guess I'll take it home?

You blow at the hairbrush and try to dust off the sand and grit with your hands. You're about to turn around when you squeak and jump at a dangerously close noise.

“Urhhh! Uwa!”

You had been so engrossed in your new treasure that you hadn't even noticed something sneaking up behind you. You tremble as you hear its heavy body being dragged against the sand before flopping onto the land. Its deep snoring noises make you snap out of your fear as you will yourself to turn around.

It's just a fluffy seal.

I'm such a loser…

You watch the seal flip itself around numerous times as it tries to find a comfortable position to take a nap in. Seagulls continue to fly around unbothered as you pocket your new valuable, which is until you remember what had happened with your wallet.

Actually, I should put this inside and then go to town.

After putting it somewhere safe in your home (under a random shirt on the floor of your closet), wander through the small seaside town, looking at maps, and going to the local museum which was also named after the sea siren.

It's kind of cute. Like a local mascot.

They even have a statue of a beautiful female mermaid at the entrance. You admire her elegant figure and pose until confusion strikes you when you notice she has horns.

I've never heard of a mermaid with horns. Is that what makes them sirens?

The plaque attached to the base of the statue describes her as an all-powerful being that can either help greatly or destroy everything within reach. You crouch down to get a better look before abruptly standing up as you think of how silly you must look to be so invested in a local tall tale.

Whatever. She's just a myth. I don't have to worry about her. Haha.

You grimace as you enter the museum while thinking over your life choices, but you end up enjoying yourself and even explore it for hours. You learn that this once was a peaceful fishing town that had experienced a disaster that wound up destroying their entire industry. It was blamed on their “sea siren” and led to them swearing to never fish again in hopes it would placate her. After that, the town dwindled into what you see today. You scoff as you can't really blame people in the olden times for being so superstitious, but what was stopping them now from restarting their biggest industry? Why were they still so superstitious when they clearly had no solid proof to display in the museum of the existence of their precious sea siren? The town was clearly suffering!

Whatever, not like I’m staying anyways.

You decide to look at the largest painting they have to get your mind off of how infuriating the town’s decisions were. Crossing your arms across your chest, you stare at the painting in front of you with an artist depiction of a ship on rocky waves. Lightning streaks across the sky as people jump off a flaming ship and fight to stay adrift on pieces of plywood. It's said to be painted by a man that survived a disaster caused by the sea siren and saw her watching it all from afar. Her green eyes let off a dangerous glow that haunted him for the rest of his life.

Well, that’s kind of sad.

Nothing really catches your attention in particular until you see the name of the ship.

S.S. Marititia.

It feels like the temperature in the museum has dropped and you rub your arms to preserve whatever warmth remains. You've been wandering through the museum for hours, you’re probably just tired. It’s best to take a break and get something to eat.

You shudder as you walk to the diner. The wind has picked up greatly since this morning. The forecast had predicted that a storm was fast approaching and would make landfall by tonight.

Ding-ding!

The bell overhead rang gleefully as you pushed open the door of the diner and the owner greeted you in kind. She was sweet but she talked too much, however, that was just what you needed right now to take your mind off of that siren. You sit down at one of the booths and only let out small hums in response when she talks to you.

“Oh hun, don't tell me you're worried about that ol’ siren’s song.”

She looks at you with concern as she notices how much more bleak you seem than usual.

“It could be the migrating whales this time of year singing their tunes, so don't fret your hair over it.”

She gives you a small smile and you try to return it as she goes back into rambling about anything and everything. You trudge home after that with your sweater zipped up even higher. The sun has long set making the weather even worse.

I should've brought a jacket. I hope that little seal is still there.

You reach the sandy border that separates the sidewalk from the beach and smile when you see something large sitting near the jagged formation you've come to call the dark mountains until you see its posture.

I didn't know a seal could sit like that.

You take one step onto your property when you hear it.

“OooooAaaa~”

Your eyes widen and freeze open in shock. Tears begin to well up from the biting wind hitting them with full force.

That's not a…

You let out a shaky gasp and whatever it is has a head. It clearly has a head because it swivels it around to look at you. You can barely make out its body besides the horns at the top of its dark form and its glowing green eyes that narrow at you.

“Terrifying eyes that shine in the dark with an intensity of green no human possesses.”

You let out another shaky breath, take a single step back, and run while screaming for your life. You don't know where you're running to. The only thing you know is that you have to get away from that beach. You pant when you finally reach the diner, the only place you could think of. It's closed though, as you had been the last customer for the night and you're not really sure you want to wake the owner up by banging on their door just to sound crazy. You end up leaning against the wall as you try to remember where the bar is, having lost your senses after encountering something like that.

I just need to stay somewhere else for the night. Somewhere with people.

Your breathing is uneven as you make your way to the local bar. The streets are desolate and there's barely any moonlight to light your path. You follow the sounds of raucous laughter and music until you arrive at a small, worn-down bar. Its neon lights fizzle and half of the letters are missing, but it's better than being alone. You're shocked when you walk in and see that it's almost a full house.

I thought old people would be way asleep by now….

You try to make yourself small and unnoticeable as you sit in a corner at a dirty booth. The previous customers didn't bother to clean after themselves, but you could care less. You just need to be surrounded by noise right now that are clearly coming from human beings. A groan slips past your lips as you tilt your head back against the wooden bench. Perhaps you should talk to the townspeople. They all seemed kind of tipsy anyways so you would fit right in with your crazy talk of sea sirens with luminescent eyes and bewitching songs.

Screw it.

You end up blending in with the drunkards and their wives. The bartender doesn't bat an eye as you all share tall tales of the siren.

“New girl got some stories!”

An older man laughs as he slaps his knee.

“Haha, yeah…”

Except this isn't a story! The siren is real!

“So, how do you all avoid the siren?”

I can't run into that thing again! It'll drown me and eat me!

The bar shutters and patrons stumble out as the sun rises.

So tired…

You walk home in a daze, unaware of your surroundings until you reach the shore again.

What the… When did I get this close?

Perplexed, you look down to see the waves lapping at your boots as gulls squawk. The ominous figure is also no longer on the dark mountains and instead a seal takes its place.

“Ough! Ough! Hffff!”

You huff at the fluffy animal and its antics.

Must be nice to not have to worry about sirens.

You kick sand off your shoes and begin to ascend your stairs. Yet the entire time, you oddly feel like you're being watched. You rub at the back of your neck before turning around to look at the sea again. It's just murky waters and rocks.

Just put up with it until your week is over.

You knew it was a mistake to take a week-long vacation.

“Aaaaaooaaaaaa!”

You stare at your ceiling with dry eyes and a throbbing headache. The siren has been singing the entire night. It's never done this before and not only that, it sounds like it's right outside your window. Your fingers clench at your sheets as you try to close your eyes again, only to hear that strange singing getting louder. You can't deny it anymore. That's not an animal. It's definitely a strange humanoid creature. It has to be the siren. You're exhausted and you have nothing to lose right now. It probably wouldn't hurt to peek at it through your curtains, right?

Maybe she'll look better than her statues?

You sigh as you slump over and wander to your window. The storm was still raging outside which meant only someone close enough would have been able to hear her singing and unfortunately that happened to be you.

She's singing so loud for what…

You slowly peel back the curtains as you peek out of the drafty window. Rain pellets the glass making visibility low, so you really can't see anything at all besides the sand, your porch, and the old furniture you've left outside.

“Oooooaaaaaaoo!”

You run your hand over your face as you contemplate whether your life is worth more than your sleep.

Sleep. Definitely sleep.

You throw on a jacket as you head outside. The rain is furious as it whips your hair and pajamas around. You can hear her much more clearly now that there's no walls protecting you. You stand on top of your porch as waves advance past the rocky shoreline and under the stilts of your home.

Ugh, I'm already soaked.

You grip onto the wet fencing of your porch and scan the horizon. You can't see a thing but you know she's there somewhere.

Here goes nothing.

You cup your hands around your mouth and shout.

“Hey! Can you keep it down?! I'm trying to sleep!”

The singing abruptly cuts off.

Did it work?

You look around and keep your ears open for any sound, but it’s absolutely silent save for the storm.

I guess it did.

“Th-”

You feel your cheeks flapping as you hurry to close your mouth. The wind has picked up immensely and you struggle to keep your footing as you head back to your door.

You wrestle the wind as it prevents you from even shutting your door.

“Hah!”

One mighty push and you've finally managed to close it before more rainwater flies in. Unfortunately, there's already a puddle on the floor and you're soaked to the bone. The wind bashes furiously against the walls of your ramshackle home and you fear that the entire building might fly away at some point. But, it was finally quiet.

No more singing.

You couldn't care less if you woke up floating in your bed in the fountain of the town square because you could finally get some sleep! You excitedly run up the stairs to your room, strip into a new set of clothes and then flop onto your bed.

Mmmm…

You slap your lips together as you wake up before turning over to look at the time on your phone.

12:50 p.m.?

You sigh as you count over how many hours you've slept. Usually the sun would wake you up, but… You can hear the wind whistling as it makes its way through your drafty windows. Local forecasts had said that the storm would die down by the morning.

I hope I didn't upset the siren too much…

You try to laugh it off, but the feeling nags at you.

She's not even real!

You know that's not true. You've seen her. You've heard her. And now you've probably made her mad.

Your stomach starts to hurt in discomfort. You haven't eaten yet and the anxiety of your actions from last night just makes you feel worse.

You end up throwing on whatever dry clothes you have and heading to the diner. The wind tries to throw you off of your feet with each step you take, but you persevere. The owner of the diner looks at you with surprise on her face.

“You came all the way here for a warm breakfast?! By golly, I'll cook you something up real fast!”

You give her a grateful smile before sitting down. You absent-mindedly drum your fingers on the table of the booth as you gaze out the window. A few tree branches litter the street as power lines dangerously sway.

“Here's your waffles, dear!”

“Oh thanks…”

You pick up your fork and begin to dig in. Ample whipped cream and sweet strawberries help lighten your mood along with the owner’s vibrant mood.

She's so nice. Maybe I can ask her about that?

“Hey, Ms. Martha,”

“Oh, Martha is fine.”

“Yes, of course…”

She's busy washing dishes so her back is turned to you.

“Are there any stories about how to, uh, appease a siren?”

“Appease the siren?”

You can hear stop cleaning for a second and cringe at the thought that you might have said something wrong.

“Did something happen?”

“No, n-not really. Just y'know, heard the stories at the bar of the siren summoning a storm when upset.”

“Oh dearie, they're just silly stories.”

They’re not!

“Yeah, so in the stories, what do people do when they’ve made her mad?”

You chuckle nervously as you hear her hum in thought.

“In the olden days, the daughters and wives of sailors would give offerings to the siren so the waves would stay calm and the breezes would be gentle.”

An offering?

“What would they give?"

“Oh, just anything small and shiny. The museum has some washed-up offerings on display.”

Dishes clink together as she dries them and places them where they belong.

“Are you planning to give the siren an offering? I think that’s a lovely gesture!”

Hardly. I’m just trying to save my own skin and that rundown rental home.

“Yeah. I think it would be sweet.”

You shiver as the rain tries to beat and drown you while you stand in front of the angry sea. The black comb with tiny encrusted emeralds that you had bought at the local shop was so pretty you almost didn’t want to give it away. You had revisited the museum and read up on the legends some more and honestly you felt a little bad now. Just a little. The siren treasured her singing voice greatly and considered it a blessing. You cringe as you remember how you had told her to shut up. You think you were polite while shouting at her, sort of. You can’t really remember that moment that well with how sleepy you were. You huff as you turn the comb over in your hands once more as you recall the plaque under her statue. You had to wipe rain water off the bronze plating and cling to the statute in order to read it.

“With her raven black hair and mesmerising lime-green eyes, the siren is the jewel of this town. A blessing and a curse.”

I hope she likes this comb or this town is getting wiped off the map!

“Siren, I've brought you a gift!”

You shout as you wave your hand holding the comb. The rain doesn’t slow down in the slightest, but the wind does.

Frick, this just has to be a coincidence.

You squint as you peer at the shoreline and the waves, but you can’t see any siren nor seal approaching or nearby.

Do I have to put this somewhere? Where the heck do I even put this?

All the stories you had read at the museum or heard from the townsfolk spoke of how they would leave the offerings by the shore and let the waves carry them away.

No way am I letting something this expensive just get swept away!

That’s when you spot the jagged rock formation where you had found your wallet. Could the siren have left your wallet there? If she did…

The waves are ferocious and way past high tide. You could probably get swept away and die if you weren’t careful. Luckily, the currents weren’t as strong, making you brave enough to find your footing on the rocky pathway to the jagged dark mountains.

This should be good.

You leave the comb exactly where you had found your wallet. It’s nestled precariously among a few small rocks and already glistening from the water lapping at it.“Siren, I left it here! I hope you’ll like it!”

A particularly harsh wave crashes at your legs and almost swipes you into the ocean. You tremble as you make haste to return to drier, less slippery land.

You yawn as you wake up the next morning with the sun’s rays trying to slip past your eyelids.

The storm is over?You stretch in your bed before getting up for the day.

It’s exceptionally bright and sunny today. It’s almost like the storm had never even occurred, if it weren’t for the fact your electricity wasn’t functioning properly and there’s piles of debris littering your porch.

Nothing ever goes perfectly right.

You sigh as you begin your day with a cold sandwich from your pantry and a broom to brush the junk away from your front door. You eventually go into town to convene with the local residents as it seemed the majority of them had also lost power from last night’s storm. At least the worst of it was over and you were only going to be staying for another day. Besides, your home had a generator supplied by the previous owners and it was still in working condition.

I probably shouldn’t use too much electricity, just in case.

And that’s how you found yourself with a candleholder in hand as you walked through your home like some visiting ghost. The siren had been oddly quiet for the second night in a row and it was starting to unnerve you more than her omnipresent singing.

Maybe she’s still upset?You hoped not. It would just spell disaster for everyone involved if she was, especially considering her possible past deeds according to the museum. You’re about to place the candle holder on your nightstand when you hear something.

“Aaaaaaaaa~”

You quickly swing your candle around as you try to make out your surroundings.

She’s singing again! You feel like collapsing in relief even if you know you won’t be getting as much sleep tonight. But the more you listen, the stranger you feel. Dizzy, disoriented; those are a few words that come to mind when you’re finally able to think for yourself. You let out a small squeak when you feel cold water against your feet and see that you’re submerged up to your ankles.

“Where?”

“Left me a gift, have you?”

Your body forgets how to breathe as you register the question. A man’s voice pierces through the steady sounds of the ocean waves, deep and resounding. Your teeth chatter from the cold and the fear as you slowly turn around to face him. He’s sitting atop a boulder as he smiles down at you with far too sharp teeth.

Long dark raven locks and piercing lime-green eyes. Horns that curve away from his skull and to the sky. His upper half is bare and you can see the beginning of a scaly lower body as your eyes trail towards his-

“Foooo.”

He blows out your candle and you finally regain full control of yourself.

“Kyaahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

You run off screaming as his laughter follows you.

I need to leave now!

You don’t care how late it is, how wet you and your clothes are. You just need to run away as far as you can. You’re stumbling upstairs to your room so you can grab your phone and-

Your balance wavers when you hear those same few notes again that make your head spin and your vision blur.

“Aaaaaaaaa~”

You clutch the side of your head as you try to shake his spell away. You blink as you regain consciousness and realize how futile it all is as you see him smiling down at you once more. His head lays on his arms as he observes you while you're ankle-deep in the water again.

“Why do you run?”

He gives you a look of faux surprise, or possibly even real surprise. You’re not sure and you’re pretty confident that it doesn’t matter anymore as he’s quickly grinning at you again. It’s almost like he’s making sure you can see all his sharp teeth flashing you.

I’m so dead.

“Because you’re going to eat me.”

Pointy… He’s a carnivore.

“Eat you? Do tell why you think I would eat a creature like you?”

You experimentally take a step back and notice his smile becoming tight-lipped. Your eyes narrow as you focus on every reaction the siren has to your actions.

Okay, so I can’t move.

“Isn’t that what sirens do?”

He twirls a lock of his hair as he looks away in boredom.

“Some do. I do not care for the meat of a land-dweller anymore.”

Anymore? So he definitely knows what a human tastes like… Great.

His eyes lock back onto yours.

“Speak. Don’t grow quiet on me now. Considering how comfortable you were to shout at me the other night.”

His smile turns into a snarl and you start counting how many years of life you’ve lived.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

His tail smacks in annoyance behind him. You can’t really see it, but it’s safe to assume that’s what it was. The thought of another siren being behind him would be just too much for you right now.

“Is it because of the hairbrush too?”

Change the topic before he changes the amount of fingers you have!

“Hair… brush?”

He tilts his head at you and you’re almost inclined to do the same.

“A fancy old hairbrush washed up here a few days ago. I still have it if you want it back-”

“No. That is yours to keep.”

You stare at him as he stares back at you.

He’s really not going to explain, is he?

“Was it yours?”

“It was.”

Silence envelopes you two again and you’re almost tempted to ask if you can go back inside now.

“It was a gift for aiding the sea turtle. Nothing more and nothing less.”

His blank expression turns into a smirk that’s quickly pissing you off more than anything.

“I know how much you humans adore relics of the past. I’ve seen the others approach the shore and collect the offerings I’ve rejected.”

This fish-man cannot be for real right now.

“You gave me an offering you didn't want?”

He looks at you like your prey. You cross your arms to appear braver and conserve warmth.

“And if I did?”

He was goading you to fall for his bait. It's like he's wanted you to give him a reason to strike you with lightning.

“You can't answer a question with another question.”

“Hmmm, alright. No, it was from my personal collection. Do you feel special now, land-dweller? Rejoice for you have received a treasured present from yours truly.”

You make a flabbergasted expression at how haughty he is. You genuinely cannot believe the words you're hearing coming out of his mouth and he can't seem to pick up on your social cues at all.

“Sure… thank you…”

“Think nothing of it.”

His hand is extended in front of him as he praises himself for his benevolence.

This thing is…

“Hpmh. You might be the only enlarged one to live after conversing with me.”

E- enlarged one?!

A smaller smile graces his features and you feel something heavy lifting off of you.

“Go on now. I know you’re on the verge of freezing to death. I’ve seen too many of your kind pass from such a thing. How weak your constitutions are~”

You want to scoff as he chuckles at you, but you bite your tongue to prevent yourself from saying anything wrong right now. You’re already walking away, trying to control your steps so it doesn’t look like the cold is affecting you the way he said it was, when he calls out to you.

“One more thing. How many more nights and days will you remain here? I can foresee that you don’t plan to stay.”

He’s so smug and confident that you almost want to prove him wrong by saying that you are going to stay, forever and ever. However, you had a job back in the city and you didn’t want to spend your free time with some arrogant fish man of legend.

“Just one more day.”

He looks at you with faux shock before giving you that sinister grin again.

Does he have special muscles in his face that let him smile like a creep all the time?

“Well, well. I hope I make it worth your while, land-dweller.”

You want to say you have a name, but you don’t know his nor do you want to tell him yours.

You start walking away again when you hear him call out with another question.

“You didn’t tell me your name.”

I’m going to freeze to death!

You turn back around to see him watching you with that much more preferable blank expression.

“Y/N! Now can I go?!”

You can’t even pretend you’re not cold anymore. You can see your pride flying away as he grins at you in triumph.

“Of course, Y/N. Have a pleasant night.”

You don’t bother responding as you rush up the stairs and into your home. You light a new candle, take a warm shower, and throw on something random to sleep in. You groan as your head hits plush pillows and a soft duvet, and it’s only when you're back in bed that you realize something crucial.

Wait a minute, the siren is a man?

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