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satanghulu · 2 months ago

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a little drabble found in my notes <3

my first and last, satan x reader

“Am I the first person you loved?”

Turquoise irises flick up to you in mild confusion before dimming to a mellow understanding. He hums a short tune, flicking a page over.

“What do you think?” He questions you back instead, eyes trained on the lines of the page. You know his full attention is on you. You can feel it prickle the hair on your arm, shuddering at the sensation.

“No.” You state clearly, unfurling your legs to bring them up to your chin to hug them closer. “I’m probably not.”

He smiles, a boyish charm to it. It has always been your favourite expression, the way it curls at the edge.

“You’re right.” He pauses, turning to study your expression with a tilt in his head. “Does that disappoint you?”

The first thing you should do is to reject his question but you stopped to think about it. Your heart burns with something you can’t quite place, swollen.

“No.” You say but the words feel wrong on your tongue, warping your sentence.

“Maybe.” You settle for this instead. It’s a half-truth. You can’t actually tell how you feel — emotions muddy and wispy.

He hums again, tapping a finger on the book instead.

“Okay.” He simply says, returning his attention to his previous object of affection. There’s the heavy thump of a book hitting the table and you presume that he had opened up another.

You swallow hard, head lost in thoughts.

“Will I be the last?” You blurt out, words thrown carelessly into the air. It was a flitting thought but had encapsulated your entire being, unwilling to leave you.

There’s tension in the air, thick with something indecipherable.

“I don’t know.” He finally says, fingers glossing over the words on the page, as if the book holds the key to the answer.

Somehow that response settled your heart with ease. Maybe the answer was always simpler than you had thought.

“I see.”

He puts his book down and reaches for your fingers.

“Are you disappointed?”

You shake your head firmly this time.

“Thank you for being honest.”

You swallow, looking down at your fingers. His fingers snakes between yours, finding a home between them.

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onyourowndaisymae · 23 days ago

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𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: long time no see! sneaking in here real quick at the tail end of mermay to post something i wrote for an event with my friends. just bc i'm mad at solmare rn does not mean i won't post . i'm also a bit out of practice with writing fic so pls be kind

content + warnings: siren!asmo x fem!reader au, semi-graphic discussions of violence, murder, and death, musings on what makes a mer. read at your own discretion.

word count: ~2.3k

the sound of the ocean is a lullaby one can’t find anywhere else.

civilization sprouted at the edge of shorelines and rivers, each droplet of water an elixir of vitality for the fragile species of man. where the water went, so too did the people, chasing fish and fresh vegetation sprouting on the bank where land and loch intertwined. so too did the animals that roamed the earth long before them, the ancestors of the beasts that will wander like unkempt vines once the humans are long gone. life thrives alongside the water. life, too, thrives inside the depths– but not often does anyone bother to wonder what happens in the murky abyss.

the seas are calm tonight. a cruel, temperamental mistress, often pounding the shoreline with choppy waves in protest of human’s hedonism just beyond her reach, has retreated into herself tonight, leaving a shimmering surface to reflect the moon’s light.

asmodeus loves nights like these. the water breaks, gently, where his head pokes through the waves. with the blessing of good weather, people gather in droves around the coast to dance and sing, make merry under golden lights just out of reach. the summer heat brings all sorts of new faces to the area. rich humans in shiny jewelry and gauzy outfits walk across the sandy beaches by day, retreating to the safety of the square once night falls.

smart. nobody would step foot out here if they knew what kind of predators lurked just beyond the tide.

there’s an islet where asmodeus indulges in a bout of people-watching on clear nights. just close enough to make out notable features– laughing man, smiling woman, curious child– but far enough away where humans can’t spot someone lurking in the darkness. cool blue and warm yellow dance across shimmering scales as they glide through the water’s surface. when he reaches the shore, asmodeus is careful to lift himself onto the rocky terrain without damaging any of his delicate features. he takes time to settle– shifting upwards to get a clear view of the party nearby, his body slunk in a way that makes escape quick and painless– before resting his chin on a rock with a wistful sigh.

if someone took a peek out towards the islet, they wouldn’t be able to make out the pale face resting just above a craggy structure crowning the tiny island. the vague shape draped over the edge into the water would be seen as some loose seaweed caught around the shoreline, stuck in the stones and clumping together into something vaguely biological as it shifts with the waves. the human mind is quick to explain away things it does not understand, especially when the haze of a long, liquor-fuel night comes to a close. and it’s surely convenient for the figure on the rocks, too– only one or two souls are ever brave enough to investigate after a long night, inebriated on an unsteady boat as they row out into the open waters.

defenseless. distracted. easy prey.

asmodeus drums his fingers on the crag. the golden glow of party lights dances across his pale skin, and for a moment the memory of sunlight flutters forth in his mind. dazzling, radiant, warm– it had been years since asmodeus had truly felt warm– a bright beacon he sought in the days before his body cowered from the light. this gulf was, theoretically dangerous, considering that he could be cornered in a precarious situation. but asmodeus has never had any trouble charming his way out of a sticky situation.

on the shoreline, a pair of drunken men jostle and storytell loud enough to echo across the waters. asmodeus’ attention piques to follow their voices. he shifts his body weight back, ready to dismount from the rock, taking an extra moment to observe the situation. they’re young. strapping. broad across their sunburnt backs (what hedonism to keep the sun all to themselves!) and stumbling in rowdy play. small lights come from their hands. as far as asmodeus was aware, humans didn’t have bioluminescence. there must be something in their unwebbed grasp producing the light. how strange! how exciting! an excited giggle bubbles up from his throat, and asmodeus shifts his weight to roll gracefully off the islet into the frigid waters.

his body dips under the surface to dart towards the edge of the gulf, the rocky shoreline concealing his lithe form. swimming through calm tides on a pleasant summer night, unsuspecting prey too dumb to notice what’s watching them? it’s intoxicating, really. asmodeus finds himself flipping in delighted circles, kicking up the faintest patch of bubbles as he writhes beneath the surface. his eyes emerge from the water to catch another glance. champagne hair clings to his skin as it greets the air. the pair of men begin to wobble towards a dock nearby. from this angle, so far away from their peers on land, it will be hard to watch their bodies disappear into the water. asmodeus can have fun with these two. maybe he can drag one under the surface in silence and watch as the other man fumbles around looking for his companion. or maybe he could lure them both out into the water with a well-timed call for help, so innocent and frail, only to snatch their fleshy bodies into the depths and watch as the oxygen leaves them in panicked bubbles, desperate cries yearning for air–

light. bright. asmodeus flinches hard, unaware of what this blinding sensation is. white clouds his vision, colors dancing as his eyes attempt to understand what curse has befallen them. asmodeus squints into the luster, fumbling blindly as he grabs at the rugged shoreline to steady himself, desperate to regain his bearings.

there is a human woman watching him.

a few yards away, crouched defenselessly on the rocks, stares another face back at him. soft. sunkissed. skin seemingly warm and blemished by the elements above water. startled. connected to some strange beacon of light near your head, which is blinding him. he’s conscious enough to see your eyes sweep over his face. then, they grow wider as the light sweeps over his lower half.

traditionally tanned skin is translucent and almost sickly. where ears would sit on a human frame, instead is lined with flexible fins shying from the light. shimmering scales splatter across his cheeks like freckles, dancing together as they wind down the gills flaring on his neck. his mouth is open in surprise, the ‘o’ of his pale lips revealing sharp, menacing fangs glinting back at you. he watches as the light– and your gaze, oh how frightened– shifts to illuminate his lower half. the scales gather down his toned torso, blockading the skin at his waist as they become a long, muscular tail. his fins flutter under the surface of the water.

before you is a startled siren.

a deep sense of panic rises within him. if he was to indulge in his savage instincts, as every cell in his body begs of him to avoid the probability of a painful death, he would leap forward and yank you into the depths. you don’t look all that capable. surely, even if he is not the strongest of merfolk, he could ensnare you without much trouble? but a voice in the back of his head tells him to use his strengths. after all, asmodeus is no simple mermaid. where others must rely on the grace of their land-dwelling kin to save themselves, asmodeus is blessed with the gift of charm. allure.

of song.

despite the burn of his eyes under the scrutiny of pale, heavenly light emanating from beside you, asmodeus puts on his most charming closed-lip smile. he raises a webbed hand to shield himself from the shine of your mysterious beacon– light trickles through the skin between his fingers, but the shape of his hand creates a shadow that allows him to gain his bearings. human and mer languages have diverged over generations. asmodeus knows he cannot communicate with you, lure you in with a silver tongue and promises not to hurt you. human sounds are so round and elongated. to you, the sound of his vocalizations must be nothing more than chirps and clicks. nevertheless, he uses them.

‘hi, human lady. i’m sorry. i didn’t want you to have to die.’

you don’t react. asmodeus wonders if you’re paralyzed with fear. your body is stiff, eyes blown wide as you track his movements. he shoves off the shoreline and disappears into the water. when he re-emerges, though, you’ve regained some semblance of life. you scuttled back just enough to sit on your haunches, gripping the pebbles beneath you for stability. asmodeus knows that he’ll replay the movement in his mind later, long after your body’s gone cold and sunk beneath the waves. maybe he’ll take you back with him, stash your body in a cave away from his brothers and admire the way nature runs its course on your carcass. after all, humans are so interesting.

asmodeus opens his mouth, and from beneath the murky waters, a glow begins to form. it starts from within him, a bright blue forming within his sternum, illuminating his ribs and cartilage as it grows. the color grows warmer as it pulses down his arms. soft, radiant, morphing into a pinkish glow racing under his skin like blood in his veins. light moves up into his throat. the glow leaks from his gills, spills from his lips as it morphs into a bright, angry orange. his eyes are consumed with the same molten hue. generations of desperate survival form into a curse so potent that it spills from his body, leaking like arsenic into the waters around him.

a haunting melody begins to fall from his lips.

maybe his ancestors knew the words of the hymn he sings. but they’re long gone now, only remembered through the innate sense of fear their songs bring him. he should feel powerful. instead, asmodeus feels afraid. his eyes are blinded by the light coming from within. he cannot cry out, nor can he stop himself once the song starts. it’s like possession, in a sense– asmodeus is no longer himself but rather a vessel for millennia of torment from the frigid, lifeless depths below. notes swell and rise before retreating like ocean waves, enticing vulnerable prey to come forward and seek their demise with open arms. the melody is shrill, haunting, ariose like a choir of voices reaching a fever pitch. asmodeus has always been known amongst his brothers for having the most potent siren’s song. he’d once lured sailors to their deaths several knots away, back when the deadly had free roam of the seas.

his vision begins to clear, night piercing through the light like pinpricks until his line of sight is whole again. his arms preemptively open, grasping outwards for the warm body entering his arms, actin as your lifeline for just a moment until he pulls you under to your watery grave, watching the panic set in as you–

–... remain seated, horrified, watching him from the rocks.

he blinks. maybe his waterlogged eyes are deceiving him? but you stare back with the same stupid expression he’s surely wearing, like a funhouse mirror distorting his fear back at him.

for the first time in his long, long life, asmodeus has failed to charm a human. the siren’s song written deep in his bones has fallen short. he watches you with the same mix of confusion just as you do him. for several moments, the waters and land are both still. but the sound of distant voices makes his fins shiver involuntarily, the first reminder of the very real, very dangerous situation asmodeus has found himself in. humans are not supposed to know of the existence of merfolk. this human before him was supposed to die, but there you are, alive and well, resistant to the one surefire weapon he’s had at his disposal all his life. now more humans are coming his way, drawn like moths to the lights he’d displayed moments ago. his throat begins to close in panic. you shift forward onto your hands and knees to reach out to him just as he backs away into the water. his head is on a swivel, eyes darting around. they’re coming. the people. the people who shouldn’t know he exists– you shouldn’t be alive to know he exists– and their voices are growing louder–

it takes only one kick of his powerful tail to send him disappearing into the water below. he doesn’t look back, doesn’t falter as he dives deep enough to feel some semblance of safety as the pressure increases in the depths. he swims as fast as his body can take him to the aquatic entrance of the gulf. the anxiety thrumming in his chest fizzles the further away he gets, settling into his gut like stone.

only when he’s a few knots away does he dare to peak out of the water and look behind him. the lights on the horizon have disappeared, leaving a gloomy darkness in their wake. something small dots the edge of the cliffs, at the furthest peak towards the edge of the ocean. in his mind’s eye, asmodeus imagines it to be your figure, staring out at the open water in search of the creature that evaded you just as you had him. maybe you’re curious about what lurks in the depths.

or maybe you’re warning others of the beast you found. maybe you’re lining up hunters to eradicate every mer unfortunate enough to cross your path. the thought makes asmodeus’ chest tight– he banishes that thought from his mind as he sinks into the depths once more.

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