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[ghost-bxrd]

He huffs, clicking his annoyance in a sharp staccato from the back of his throat, before settling back more firmly against Bruce’s back, arms loosely circling the larger mer’s neck.

Just wait until I’m all grown, Jason thinks mulishly.

Dick and Bruce both tend to laugh or nip at him fondly whenever he voices this. Like they’re indulging a tiny pup saying they’re gonna be the strongest of them all.

Thing is, Jason knows he will be. Bruce and Dick just don’t get that he’s being serious. Neither does Alfred, probably. But at least he’s kind enough not to laugh.

But Jason doesn’t really care, either way.

Bruce rumbles a warning when Dick gets too close again with the obvious intent to continue his teasing, angling his unprotected belly towards the reef mer so Jason is safely hidden on the other side.

Dick pouts, coming closer regardless.

And promptly gets hit in the face with the wispy end of Jason’s long tail.

Dick splutters. Bruce’s shoulders quiver with suppressed laughter. And Jason shoots the older mer a toothy grin from over the safety of Bruce’s shoulder.

— sneak peek of the Mer Au 👁️🌊

[k1ng-r0wan]

Still working on the Siren Wade fic, but since art of him is popping off I will present you all with his reference :3

I'm super eager to share what I'm working on with everyone, might look at posting it for mermay, who knows 👀

[inafieldofdaisies]

Ship: The Chevalier and The Siren | Faith x Leslie

“Are you real?”, the words left his mouth, betraying the uncertainty Leslie felt as his hand retreated before it could make contact with her cheek. A part of him dreaded a repeat from the last time, how she had vanished into thin air, how her laugh had haunted him for far too long. Goddamn Bliss. “As real as the next breath you'll take.” He wondered if the smile Faith offered him meant to reassure him or only reel him further into some illusion Calahan would call a mindfuck. Does it even matter? “Yeah?” Silence hung between them as she grasped his hand in hers, warmth spreading across his skin at the touch. The move was a confirmation far stronger than anything she could have spoken out loud.

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hi, thank you so much for your wonderful writing :))

I've especially loved reading Deep Blue and I was wondering if you...do continuations? if not that's totally okay, just thought I'd ask :)

have some ice cream :) 🍦

Thank you, thank you! Sorry for taking so long to get to this request. Hope you like it!

Deep Blue - Pt. 4

siren x pirate

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

When his eyelids parted again, the midday sun split the room, haloing the sleeping siren in a honey blaze. Her hair pooled around her head in golden spires where she'd sunken against the cotton pillow during the night.

Her shoulders swam beneath the gauzy knit of the pirate's shirt, pearl-pink skin peeking free. She smelled of the ocean, all salted breezes and chalky sands.

She seemed peaceful, chest swelling with even breaths. An outsider may have labeled her harmless.

The pirate knew better.

His fingers itched to caress the delicate curls framing the siren's forehead all the same. The supernatural charm of a siren, he told himself. He caught his hand when it twitched halfway to action.

He stood up, tearing himself away from the magnetic pull of her. He turned around, shaking out the clumped waves of his hair. His clothes, too, were scratchy with the crust of dried salt. The folds of fabric creased like paper.

He stepped outside and cranked out several pumps of water from the rusted spigot, scrubbing it over his face and hair. The cool droplets streamed fissures down his neck and chest. He pumped fresh palm-fulls to spread over the rest of his exposed skin.

"If you're trying to drown yourself, I can do a much better job of it."

The pirate startled, straightening. "Golden. You're...- How are you feeling?"

Clinging to the open door, the siren stood awkwardly on foreign limbs. The hem of his shirt hung a few inches above her knees; a curtain brushing against his clumsy first aid.

Though her posture painted her a wounded damsel, her eyes were predator-sharp. It set his teeth on edge and sent something primal in his instincts jangling.

The siren's nose crinkled, scanning their surroundings. He tracked her gaze as it roamed over every rock and tree and bump of the earth. "What is that smell?"

The cabin boy snorted, cranking fresh water into his hands to dump over his head. "Dirt."

"Repugnant.”

"Yeah, well... As much as I love it, the smell of salt water and fish can get old as well."

When he glanced up again, he studied the siren more closely. Instead of itchy, irritated skin--sun-dried and chapped--she was glowing as ever. Her golden hair hung in silken waves hardly so much as mussed by his rough sheets, not gritty and salt-riddled as his own locks had been. Her skin faintly shimmered in the daylight.

The only thing about her that wasn't perfect was the red stain weeping through the muddied fabric of her bandage.

Her eyes followed the drip drops puddling beneath the spigot. She wet her lips.

The cabin boy watched her. "Are you thirsty?"

As he'd learned from his hours of curious reading, most sea creatures didn't drink water. They gained their hydration through the food they ate, or their bodies were designed to filter out the harmful sully of salt from the seas they swam in.

Though, his siren was a sea creature no more.

Her feet twitched, seemingly with the urge to take a step, but she hesitated, toeing the wooden step's treacherous edge without letting go of the door.

A small smile cracked the pirate's lips. This creature who had held his life in her hands mere hours prior, capable of capsizing ships and carving out the hearts of men, was afraid to walk. Afraid to fall.

Gravity did have an unforgiving vice above water that it didn't below, weightless and languid in all its honeyed drifting.

He found himself standing in front of her. Ever drawn to her as a moth to its fiery death.

She hissed at him when he offered his hands toward her, sounding like a startled housecat. Jerking back, her heels snagged the rim of the top stair and she fell with a yelp. "Don't touch me!"

Though the cabin boy held up his palms in surrender, the mermaid swiped at him with dull, paddy fingers for good measure.

"Easy," he said, "I was only going to help you."

"Why?"

His brow creased. "...Why?"

"Why are you trying to help me at all?" she demanded.

"You saved my life."

"I tried to drown you! You should have left me there, I would have been better off! Your 'help' is a scourge, a curse!" She pushed herself up onto wobbly feet, smacking his hand away when the pirate reached out again, reflexively, to assist her.

He heaved a sigh, stepping back. “You would have bled to death.”

“It would have been better!” There was something terribly broken in her voice. A windchime once ringing melodic lullabies now cracked and shrieking. She staggered down the remaining two steps, swaying unsteadily on her heels. Her voice softened. “It would have been better than this.”

Guilt twisted the cabin boy’s stomach. “Golden…”

“No. I am now a prisoner in this…weak, defiled body. I have been stripped of every last thread of my identity. My tail, my strength– The ocean has disowned me, I am cursed to die a fumbling human. There is no greater disgrace! I want nothing more from you.” She shoved past him, limping and teetering as she went.

“Where are you going? You’re injured, hungry, and wearing nothing more than my shirt,” the pirate protested, following after her. “You can’t venture into town like that. Many men would take that as an invitation–”

The siren rounded on him, promptly stumbling and catching herself against his shoulders. Her eyes were alight like an August day.

“I know perfectly well what your kind feels entitled to when they come upon a beautiful woman. That is the very foundation of why you are so easily captured under our sway,” she spat. “Your desires overwhelm you, and our songs coax you to believe you can have all you want if only you surrender to us. I cannot make you believe what you do not already want to. You invade our home and hunt us in our own waters, you take and take and take, then call us monsters when we do not let you have us too. As if we are sunken treasure for you to pluck from the seafloor and sell to the next hungry pirate.”

Any response he had readied died behind the cabin boy’s teeth. He wanted to protest that they ‘weren’t all like that.’ That some pirates led with honor, and that many men were decent. He was decent, wasn’t he?

And yet… He still felt homesick for his captain, his crew, his ship. The very ones who cast him to his death for the mutinous act of having a heart.

He swallowed. “I freed you.”

“And for that alone, I spared you. Yet you damned me. Spare me further humiliation and leave me alone.” The siren gave his shoulders a sharp squeeze before letting go, limping away again in the direction she had chosen.

His eyes followed her, clumsy and graceless, all the way to the start of the dirt road that led into the village.

She would certainly be a spectacle there. With shimmery skin and perfect hair of spun gold, eyes like winter fire and only half dressed, she would steal the attention of every human she passed.

She might be found out for what she was. She might be overpowered and hurt, or taken advantage of.

The possibilities burned through him.

She’d begged him to stay away…

The siren’s bare feet kicked up dust along the path that sent her coughing, batting at the air with the same fury she’d faced him with moments prior.

The sight coaxed a tentative smile from the pirate’s mouth. Cursing the sky, the earth, the gods of sea and shore and everything else, he followed after the grounded mermaid.

He would not be responsible for any more of her misfortune. Even if it cemented his own.

He’d always thought the ocean to be fair, even in all its cruelty. It did not shrink itself for the convenience of others. Its crashing swells that swallowed ships whole did not ask for any less from the creatures within it.

He had to believe that there was hope for her, his siren, creature of water and night and song. She would be whole again. He had to try.

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A bit of My Jolly Sailor Bold's next chapter

[bardic-inspo]

Snippet Saturday

I think I've been tagged by a few folks lately, I've been behind and playing some catch up! But most recently I think it was @nyx-knox, @obsessedwhyyes, and @bakuliwrites. Thanks, friends!

A little more of Aeterna Nostalgia, Chapter 2:

[Astarion] hates that he sounds like a fragile spawn again. Something small and sniveling. He hates the word he says instead of the three that dance along the tip of his tongue. He’s rarely said what he longs to aloud. She’s always known it anyway, as well as the back of her hand.  But now, she stares at him scared, as if he’s a stranger. As if he’s a mere monster. As if she isn’t one, too.  There’s only one word for it.

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@toxictoad , @elinorbard , and whoever else sees this/would like to share!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

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The Kingpalace Siren Cat King/Asexual Crystal fic! This fic has such a soft place in my heart, god. I love any exploration of the Cat King that involves asexuality, whether an asexual take on the Cat King or an asexual take on his love interests, and this fic gave me that in spades. Anyway, hope you like this little Cat King second-person pov fic snippet!

This is a bargain; a night to be lonely together. (You are not thinking about the fact that this might just break you as no one else ever has. Because no one ever saw you, sought you out, and then rejected you.) So you offer, with a smile and a wink and too much ache. And maybe loneliness makes people reckless. Maybe you have always been a bomb with a fuse too short. Maybe you are the sort of reckless that lonely people like to wreck themselves against. Crystal doesn't seem like the type to break her ship against your shores, though. She doesn't seem like the type to look before she leaps. And yet she looks at you. Squares her jaw. Nods. And stands from her seat.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

OPINION OK WRITING SOMETHING WITH SIRENS????

“Did you do a scan?” they asked and she was almost offended that they did.

“Obviously. She has vocal chords. She just doesn't use them for talking, I assume.” The protagonist’s colleague looked down into the already small enclosure the siren had to call home. “They’re obviously shaped differently. But all together, her throat is built just like ours. She should be able to communicate with us using her voice.”

“And you scanned her correctly?” The protagonist shot them a deadly gaze.

“I know how to do my job,” she said. “This isn’t the first new species I have encountered and it is by far not the first animal I have looked at. I have studied biology for years.”

Her coworker looked at her for a long time and then sighed.

“Make her talk, then. The only reason why you get to experiment here is because your subjects could revolutionise medicine...and the entertainment sector.” They pressed the reports she had requested into her hands with more force than needed. “Make her useful. That’s the only excuse for something to live here.”

Before they left, both of them stared at the creature below where only her shadow was visible. The siren was turning in the water with grace and once the protagonist was alone with her again, she felt an eerie cold that reached into her bones.

“Oh, man,” she mumbled. It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes ago when the siren had woken up from the scans. She had been disoriented and slow but now, she was swimming around in circles. During the transport, her tail had been injured (which had made the protagonist curse the truck driver) but nothing had been broken. Just a few scales had been lost and luckily, only little tissue was damaged. Nevertheless, the protagonist had been furious that something like this had happened.

Admittedly, the protagonist had never worked on something this...challenging. Most of the time, she felt like a doctor experimenting on a patient. She felt cruel and insane but when the protagonist looked at the siren’s sharp teeth and her gills, she felt more like a scientist who was rightfully doing this.

Because it was for a good cause. Research and progress. It was important to never forget her goal.

She sighed and closed her eyes as her heart tried to calm down. Her gaze fell onto the dead fish in the bucket next to her feet. Their glassy eyes stared into oblivion and she felt responsible either way.

“Fine,” she mumbled to herself again and crouched down, her lab coat kissing the dirty floor. She took a fish out of the bucket and let it dangle in the water, still holding the cold body. It didn’t even feel real.

After a few seconds, she saw the moving shadow deep down stopping the circular round. Slowly, the siren swam up and soon enough, the protagonist could see her head break the water’s surface.

Her hair was long and dark, clinging to her head and shoulders. Her eyes were abnormally big and something about her seemed familiar to the protagonist.

In a way, she was quite beautiful and in a way, the protagonist began to hesitate. She held up the fish, showing it off as if to say “come and catch” but it felt weirdly wrong. However, the siren followed, dove down and came back up, holding onto the metallic platform the protagonist was standing on once she had reached her.

They were close, closer than they’d ever been when both of them were awake. Asleep, the siren didn’t look real but as her eyes stared into the protagonist’s soul, she was quite aware that she was alive.

“You sure are a sight for sore eyes,” the protagonist said. The siren didn’t blink. She didn’t answer either. “You must be hungry.”

She stretched out her arm as best as she could and to her incredible surprise, the siren tilted her head and let her sharp teeth sink into the fish, holding it in her mouth like a cat would.

The protagonist blinked, caught off guard and smiled.

“Huh,” she said. “You really are cute.”

She stretched out her hand to brush hair out of the siren’s face.

And something inside her stomach turned, it was a burning, a punching. As she touched the siren’s cold skin, she felt something she had never felt before.

She swore to herself to forget this but no matter what she did, this moment haunted her for weeks.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

The Music of the Night for the WIP ask game pretty please <3

this one's one of my favorite original wips, about a vampire who can't touch water falling in love with a mermaid who can't leave the sea!!!! here is a little snippet!!!!!!!

"I opened my eyes to face whatever man was so powerful that even my song couldn't reach him- but when I saw his face, I understood. His skin was as pale as the moon that drew my tides, teeth as sharp as the rocks where my enemies meet their final end, his lips as red as their spilled blood, and his eyes a deep blue like the ocean I call home- though not without their own blood redness to them. I'd never thought a man beautiful until that day."

[leftoverbriocheloaf]

Dramatic ahh siren au sounds awfully intriguing

" “Would you like me to tell you a story?” Yosano asked softly. Ranpo wasn’t a child, he almost said. He was nearly old enough to rule—there was no need to coddle him. But the worry in her eyes was palpable, and he couldn’t bring himself to say no– not when it was his nightmare that had woken her in the first place. He nodded.

“Well,” she started, “I assume you know about the people who’ve gone missing recently.”

Ranpo didn’t see how this was supposed to help him sleep, but he nodded anyway.

“There are rumors going around about the cause. Some people say it’s a serial killer, or a political statement, but no bodies have been found. Not until yesterday.”

He raised an eyebrow. Fukazawa had told him that under no circumstance may he investigate the case, saying nothing but that it was too dangerous for him. He hadn’t realized there had been any developments.

“It wasn’t a body, exactly. He was still alive. He was in a panic, talking about a creature with the mind of a human. He sounded delirious at first, but people have been giving his words more and more credit. The man said he had been drawn to it, and he hadn’t questioned when the creature offered a battle of wits.”

“Wits?”

Yosano nodded quickly, “And then we realized that everyone who has gone missing has been a scholar of some sort. Or just smart. And usually, they were annoying about it.”

Ranpo hummed. It sounded like a story that a parent would tell their child to encourage them not to boast, but Yosano was clearly interested, so he held his tongue.

“And the man said that he’d been confident, because how would a creature who lived in the sea– that’s right, he mentioned the creature had been in a cave half-filled with water– know more than him? But he couldn’t win. And the original agreement had been for wishes– if the man won, the creature would grant him a wish. If he didn’t, the creature would kill him.”

“And he thought it would be able to grant anything?” Ranpo scoffed. It sounded more like a hallucination than anything else.

“I guess... But still!” Yosano pouted, “It’s strange, isn’t it?”

“He’s clearly making things up,” Ranpo rolled his eyes, “How did he expect anyone to believe him if he came back alive after losing?”

She sighed, “He wouldn’t say how he returned. Just that the creature was dangerous. He disappeared again today, and no one can find him.”

That was unexpected.

“He wasn’t held for questioning?”

“He was,” she nodded, “But he escaped. Almost killed the guard watching him.”

The case was… almost interesting. That was strange. Especially considering the likelihood that the man was simply drugged out of his mind. Or lying for the hell of it.

But Ranpo had a gut feeling that wasn’t right. "

And a bit later in the story:

" It flashed a grin when Ranpo sat only a few feet away, “Self-preservation isn’t taught to royals? One would think they’d be more careful.” 

“Please,” Ranpo scoffed, “You have too much pride to kill me before you attempt to prove your intellect. I’m in no danger.”

“Must I prove it?” the creature asked, “You’re already here. You wouldn’t make the adventure alone for mere trivia.”

“How do you know I’m alone?”

“Do you truly think your father would provide you with guards to challenge a siren?” it laughed, and it was mocking and grating, “You came alone, and you will die alone.”

“A siren?” Ranpo frowned. He was told they’d all gone extinct centuries ago. Even then, “Aren’t you supposed to sing me to death?”

“A human? Aren’t you supposed to procreate and die?” it bit back, clearly peeved, and Ranpo barely resisted the urge to snort.

“So, then, do you eat the people you kill?”

The creature– The siren’s face morphed to a grimace, “Absolutely not. All humans think they taste better than they do. You lot really aren’t that appealing.”

“So you eat fish then? Isn’t that kind of cannibalism?”

“If you believe I am a fish, then I suppose so. Though I believe cannibalism is frowned upon in human society, so maybe I will say no.”

Ranpo grinned, “For the most part it is, yeah. But why kill, then?”

“Aren’t you supposed to figure that out yourself?” it leered, mimicking his earlier words with an imitation that was just a bit too squeaky for Ranpo’s taste. Rude. As soon as he put the pieces together, he rolled his eyes.

“Killing for the crime of being annoying is a bit much, isn’t it?”

The siren looked surprised for barely a moment before stilling itself, “Humans often kill for far less.”

���I can’t argue with you there.”

“Are you finished with your questions, then?” the siren asked, “If you have a death wish, then who am I to stop you?”

Ranpo smiled wide, relishing in the siren’s palpable frustration. Frustration with his attitude, yes, but also his frustration at unintentionally falling into some sort of banter. Ranpo had to admit he was guilty of the same crime. “For now. Are you going to quiz me?”

“No,” it sat straighter against the rock, running its hand over some of its scales. Ranpo wanted to do the same. “I will tell you a story.” "

Something something cannibalism as a metaphor for love something something Ranpo gets a hot fish boyfriend somethi

Ok but. This is a magical au where Ranpo is a prince and hears about a creature that has been killing ppl after an offer for a battle of wits. When Fukazawa specifically tells him not to investigate, he goes whoop whoop and goes and finds it himself. It disappears after their meeting and Ranpo spends the next 6 years being like wtf was that but whyd it leave :( before hearing another rumor about a creature offering a battle of wits just high tailing it there lmfao

[k1ng-r0wan]

May is approaching... and so is the deadline for my dissertation, but let's not worry about that!

Here's a snippet from the Siren Wade fic I am working on. I seriously can't wait to post it, it's my biggest fic yet 😈

[themoonstonechronicler]

found the most OC Jane coded song ever and im going insane

hang on im listening

OH SHIT YEAH IT IS

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Could you write the siren villain singing the hero to sleep prompt? I love siren characters hfkfjffhd these prompts are giving me life right now ❤️

Hi anon! I’d love to! Thank you for requesting this, here you go!

From this prompt pack

Hero staggered into the cave, their clothes soaked through. They collapsed against the cavern wall, breathing heavily. That storm was no joke, it had practically torn their ship in two. They only hoped the rest of the crew had managed to survive. Their hand rested over a gash in their side, red seeping through their chilled fingers. Pink decorated their cheeks as the early stages of a cold settled in their chest.

Hero stared into the pool of water fed by the ocean at the cave mouth. They tilted their head as the pool started to ripple. A scaly face poked their head out from under the surface. Hero stumbled back, reaching for their knife strapped to their thigh.

“You!” Hero shouted weakly, “get away from me!”

The siren, Villain, rose a few more inches out of the water. They looked Hero up and down with their slitted eyes.

“You’re hurt,” Villain said.

“And I bet you just love that, don’t you?” Hero snapped, “bet you’re desperate for a taste of me-”

“Well yes, but not in that way,” Villain smirked.

Hero ignored them, continuing to fuss.

“Bet you just loved watching my ship go down. Bet your little friends had the time of their lives snacking on my crew-my family- you just came here to get the last snack, that’s it, isn’t it!?”

As Hero spoke, tears started to sting their eyes. Their whole crew was probably long gone thanks to the sirens.

“Hero, calm down,” Villain said softly.

They hauled themselves out of the pool and sat at Hero’s side. They gently wiped their tears.

“I called my brethren off,” Villain said, “your crew is fine. They all made it to an island not far from here. I came here to fetch you.”

“Ha,” Hero scoffed, “more like they all made it to Davy Jones’ Locker! Leave me alone, I’m not falling for any of your tricks!”

Hero curled in on themselves, sobbing quietly. Villain took another look at their wound; it looked pretty bad, they needed to treat it, but they got the feeling that Hero wouldn’t let them anywhere near it. Not to mention, they wouldn’t be able to move them with an injury like that.

“Hero, stop, please,” Villain said gently, “if you work yourself up, you’ll make your injury worse. Let me just take a look at it and-”

“No!” Hero shouted, “go away! For the last time!”

Villain bit their lip and sighed. It looked like there was no other way. Villain opened their mouth and started to sing. It was soft and gentle at first, then became a little louder. Hero turned to look at Villain, and their eyes glazed over. Villain beckoned them forward, still singing. Hero crawled over to them, entranced. Villain laid Hero’s head in their lap and started to stroke their hair. They gently closed Hero’s eyes for them. Hero drifted off to the sound of Villain’s song. Once they were sure they were asleep, Villain gently maneuvered Hero back onto the cave floor and got to work.

…

Hero woke up with a start. They felt grains of sand sticking to them, and a soft pressure around their torso. They looked down and saw seaweed wrapped snugly around their wound.

“Hero!”

Hero turned and saw First Mate swiftly approaching them. They bent down and hugged them, careful not to aggravate their injury.

“We were so worried about you,” First Mate said, “when Villain’s sirens brought us here, no one could find you. We thought that you- well, it doesn’t matter. Villain found you and brought you back.”

Hero’s mind was racing. Villain was telling the truth? The last thing they remembered was yelling at them to go away… how did they bring them here? Villain watched the reunion from a safe distance. Their Hero was safe, and that was all that mattered.

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I have emerged from the fiery pit of hell (ToL Ch. 12) victorious!

One

Mara thought she had taken all of his pain that night, as he had done to her once before–and he was grateful for her sacrifice, even if it was futile. Fear had already settled in the cracks of his fractured mind. (ToL, Ch. 12)

Two

A sound like a crackling fire roared from the shadows behind Adrin. His head snapped back just as a ghostly white face loomed out of the darkness with emerald eyes that wept, leaving a trail of crimson tears. (ToL, Ch. 12)

Three

Her shimmering silhouette striding against the familiar brown and green landscape would have been captivating, if Oliver’s mind hadn’t begun to gnaw its teeth on something far more enticing. (ToL, Ch. 10)

Four (obligatory spooky snippet)

Piles of black ash littered the cobblestone path and the scorched grass on either side. In some instances, the ash had remained in its original form–twisted corpses with their arms reaching desperately towards absolution. (ToL, Ch. 9)

Five

Cloud let out a shriek and floated through the doors backwards, his watery black eyes blinking at her before disappearing.

Mara tsked. “Don’t be cheeky, you aggravating thing. I can’t walk through walls, now, can I?”

“Have you discovered any sort of ability, though?” Adrin wondered. “Who’s to say you can’t?”

“If it’s so simple, then, you do it!” she snapped. (ToL, Ch. 9)

Six

Luckily, he had opted for the chainmail for the journey–he wasn’t keen on wearing the full set of steel, nor was he willing to risk a visit from the Siren that would strip him bare. Now, the chainmail tunic and leather pauldrons he pulled over his head felt too light, too exposing in the face of what awaited him, even as beads of sweat ran down his face. (The Prince’s Shadow, Ch. 2)

Seven

Grotesque, leering depictions of demons that guarded rooftops, tasteful furniture, imaginative buildings with sculpted columns–the stonemasons of Toral mastered the rough, unyielding material with ease. Without them, Father would have no one to bring his elaborate architecture to life–but oh, how Mother loved to complain about their hands. (Siren Song, Part 1)

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Werewolf!Kendall who happily pushes Siren!Ronnie around in her portable bathtub because she deserves to have fun like any other teenager who can walk on land. Kendall's tail wags as he talks about ice hockey because it's his favorite thing, and he gets to share it with someone else.

Ronnie who is afraid to sing because she doesn't want to put Kendall to sleep, but if he needs help sleeping, she won't think twice about it.

Franken!Carlos who has come so close to electrocuting himself and Ronnie on numerous occasions just because he's so hyped about seeing water. And Vampire!James, with the help of Zombie!Logan has tried to hold Kendall back because something in him snaps at the thought of Ronnie getting hurt.

Ronnie, who can shapeshift, and Kendall almost cried the first time because he thought she had disappeared. His friends never let him live it down.

Kendall goes to James for advice because he's overthinking. James suggests he just use his hypnosis powers, but Kendall doesn't have those.

Carlos and Logan chilling with Witch!Mama Knight because they're getting secondhand embarrassment from Kendall.