#leche of sirens

[unearthlycreature]

○ The Energy of Water ○

Photos via : : gochagia ○

[lavenderlovefluff]

"..."

The woman was too stunned to speak 🫥

Getting back to my mermaid oc for mermay! This is Cora. She gets caught in the the fishing net of a pirate ship. Usually this would be disastrous for everyone involved, but Cora goes mute when she's stressed out so the situation is just tense and awkward. Cora has never successfully siren-songed a human before, so she sees no point in trying now- especially because it might upset her captors.

Enter Pirate Captian Rachelle. Unlike the rest of her crew, she's not thrilled about accidentally kidnapping a fish-woman.

[spushii]

had way too much caffeine way too late at night and now i feel.like shit

[bruisedknucless]

Should i make a mphfpc oc

[cookiepie111]

࿐Drink from the leche of sirens࿐

Synopsis - An injury könig comes across a lake and pretty nymph. Greek au könig x black nymph reader. No minors. Smut

Part 2 here

A/N-

An alternate to the fountain girl fic I wrote.

Think this might be the longest thing I've written. There is a Pinterest mood board here. Shout out to @cinnamonbunboii cause their comment inspired this fic. Please like and reblog!

Tags: @terra-713 @cinnamonbunboii @kneelingshadowsalome @bucca2

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Deities are petty beings, twisting the hearts of humans when things don't go their way. König and his army may have won the battle but the casualties were high, he himself was beat and bruised. Its just a game to them and what do you do when you're losing and angry, you flip out, over turn the board and scatter the pieces. Think of a new way to win while your opponent garthers up their fallen pieces.

Scattered by the wind, what a cliche but it works, in all the commotion the soldiers were separated, placed in every which direction, on land, and both above and below the heavens. How petty all this because you lost. Somehow this wasn't the worst part of könig's day just the final cherry on top the shitty Sunday the gods gave him. His lover betrayed him, separated from his allies, battered and bruised and now there's nothing around him but trees. If not for the situation and burning rage in his heart he'd find the place quite peaceful, beautiful even, a nice place to die.

The deeper könig went into the forest the more the atmosphere changed, trees bend and shift, covering the sky above. The slow dance of leaves and bright glow of the fireflies. All of it leading up to a lake in the clearing. It all felt too to unnatural to be real, like sweet honey leading him a trap. Pressing into the wound at his side, the sharp pain brought him back to his senses, this isn't the place to lose one's mind he'd need to keep his wits about him if he wanted to live.

Even if he doesn't want to accept it there's no denying this would be a beautiful place to die. Even now he hates himself for still thinking of her, even at the moment of his death she still has place in his mind. she'd love this place, a backdrop like this would only accentuate her beauty more.

He walked close to the lake feeling the trees shift around him again. Laying back on the trees bark sword placed on the ground.

The waters surface ripples altering könig to the figure in the lake, its shape he couldn't quite make out. A head, a person maybe. This place could be cursed, it wouldn't surprise him. He stares back never removing his eyes from them watching as they stay just below the water.

If he's intruded on some beings land they'll just have to put up with him or force him out. He's got enough strength for one last fight. It is after all the way of the warrior to go out fighting he thinks, unsteady as he pushes off the tree bark.

You can't remember the last time you saw another human here, they often end up with your older sister although you doubt they've all been this large and imposing. Even injured he carries himself very well. The cut in his stomach only causing him to hunch over, you doubt the blood covering him is his own.

Once at the water's edge the thoughts of battle quickly die down. It a woman in the water, human she is not but a woman still. The skin of human women doesn't glow or shine. Their skin isn't adorned with scales of greans and blue hues around their eyes nor does their hair shift and swirl like small currents atop the waters surface like yours. No those features that were that of nymph. Women of nature blessed with great beauty. And unfortunately for könig drowners of men.

His odds are about 50/50 he wouldn't drown so easily but that wasn't a risk he wanted to take, with his body is failing him now, heavy breaths as he falls back to the ground. Eyes still on the nymph at his front, she makes no move, just watching.

It takes a few moments for her to move a few more heavy breaths and groans from könig for her to lift from the water.

When she comes out to meet him she bare. Thin pieces of fabric dropping over her waist and chest slipping under her right breast, past her womanhood, more like an accessory one would add cause they thought it looked nice than a piece of clothing. Thick curly hair swirling around her body

To think he could still get hard at a time like this.

Drowning doesn't seem so bad now if it is by her hand.Maybe a kiss from them would send him peaceful into the afterlife.

She stood over him head tilling side from side,trying to figure the man out. He hasn't said anything, he doesn't shout or draw his sword like the other men she's seen. He's also taller, bigger, more.... solid than other men, gracing a hand down his arm. Kneeling beside him, the injury is worse than she thought. did one of the gods bring him here? Or did he just wonder here himself? You held your chin swaying on your heels deep in thought

König felt delirious, he's injured, lost and now there's a pretty nymph circling round, staring, pocking and prodding at him. If this was any other situation he'd take her in the moment. Hull her over his shoulder and fuck her till scream or blesses him, gives him heavenly children. But he's tired and weak, he can do nothing but watch as she frees his egear cock from his tunic.

He's never felt like this before, grunting and wincing under her touch. He's sure she's sucking the energy out of him.  Maybe its the bloodloss maybe it the fire at the groin the licking and kissing along his shaft causing the dizziness in him, eyes shut tight and panting as he comes closer to the edge but the release never comes. feeling her tongue stroke the entire length of him as she comes up.

The next moment for könig were pure bliss, something straight out of dream. To have her now Straddling him bouncing so eagerly on his cock, was a feeling he could never forget. The sweet stretch as she sank. It was frustrating not being able to touch her, She didn't move fast enough not for könig liking. He was too weak to set the pace, his hand only able to rest on the plush of her hip. Even if she used him like a toy könig couldn't help but throw his head back in pleasure at the squeeze of her soft walls.

Her hands explored the body under her, digging into the wounds, ignoring his hisses and complaints, pushing him back down before he finds the strength to push her off. It felt hot then numb, as she dug into his wounds.

With new found strength he bucked his hips, against her. The sound of their love making filling the forest air, his hands firmly at her hips to move her at a pace he found fit, fast and messy before emptying himself inside her.

When he finally came back down from the high he finds her form shake and ripple above him. The words die on his tongue, as her form melts down, and fades away into the water

He gets up able without stumbling this time walking straight finding himself back at the army base. König's honestly not sure if that really happened or if he was just crazy. He has nothing to show for the whole ordeal to prove it was real. He knows on the brink of the death the mind can conger all sorts of things to keep one alive but nothing could explain sleeping with a water nymph. he'd like to think he wasn't deranged...To imagine sleeping with being that would normally drown you but...

The only evidence he had was his body. The open wound in his stomach gone, his whole body intact even stronger than before. He'll think about this alot after wondering if you were really real. It would be best to get you out of his mind. Yet he sees you in the lakes and bodies of water and in the faces of women passing him by

You on the other hand couldn't believe your luck! Showing off the keepsake you'd got from the soldiers.

Red bracelet shining under the sun as you turned it on your wrist to show off to your sisters. Giggling and splashing round the waters edge. You're so lucky such a strong and handsome man!

"Wow what's his name".... "You did get his name right???" ... you didn't get his name. You didn't get his name! And honestly you're not sure which army he's with you can't tell the difference between the armours

[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

[astarionposting]

🌸 Drink from the leche of sirens.

i actually want to make a mermaid/siren inspired preset.....

[sailor-aviator]

Jake "Hangman" Seresin Series

Hi! Here is a list of the series I'm writing for Jake "Hangman" Seresin! Each series has multiple chapters and you can find their brief summaries underneath the titles! If you would like to read more you can head on over to my Masterlist! If you enjoy my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

Masterlist

Don't Hang'em Til Noon (Complete)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you? (Western AU)

Hanging By a Moment (Incomplete, Ongoing)

Taking place directly after the events of "Don't Hang'em Til Noon," this series follows more of Jake and Scout as they traverse life in the New Mexico territories. A drought has hit the town of Maverick, resulting in that year's crops dying. With little food to go around, the Dagger Posse must turn to unsavory means in order to provide for their friends and family. Additionally, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and your brother, Benjamin, have established rights to a gold mine that's now drawing in more and more unsavory characters. Will you have what it takes to survive the growing danger?

Meet Me at the Sea (Complete)

Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you. (Mermaid!Siren!AU)

Fool's Fare (Incomplete, Ongoing)

Captain Jake "Hangman" Seresin had come close to swinging from the gallows more times than he would care to admit. He's stolen, cheated, even killed. The worst thing he's ever done? Broken the heart of a woman. Having broken the heart of the woman whom Davy Jones himself had fallen for six years ago, Jake is now cursed to live as something not dead, but not alive. He's doomed to live a half-life for the rest of his existence unless he manages to obtain the treasure Davy Jones deems most valuable. The problem? He has no idea what it is, and he only had seven years to obtain it. (Pirate!AU)

Two Birds (Incomplete, Ongoing)

Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)

Road to Perdition (Coming Soon)

The Great Depression wasn't called a depression for nothing. Jobs were scarce, and the price of food and other necessities were rising higher and higher with each passing day. What little money you were able to make went straight to the bank and out of reach from your booze-swilling lech of a brother. It's on one such run that you come face to face with members of the infamous Dagger Gang; a group of, admittedly handsome, men who steal from the banks to hand it back out to the poor. You want nothing to do with them, but that blond-headed devil might just have something to say to the contrary. (1930s!Mobster!AU)

By Its Cover (Incomplete, Ongoing)

The frivolity of high society has never much interested in you. You preferred to spend your time reading, something your sisters couldn't fathom as they spent their time shopping the latest dress styles. The youngest of five children and the fourth daughter, not much was expected of you. You knew you might be married one day, but you hoped beyond hope that it would be to someone that might understand your intellectual pursuits. You begin exchanging letters with a mysterious stranger, and what's more, your older brother's rakish best friend seems to find himself in your path more and more as the season goes on. What's a girl to do? (Regency!AU)

Fortune & Glory (Coming Soon)

Jake Seresin was a well respected archeologist in the field, colleagues and strangers coming from far and wide to seek his expertise on various subjects. However, when an old friend barges into his lecture rambling on about the ten plagues and the Nazis, Jake finds himself thrust into an adventure he's not sure he's necessarily equipped for. He doesn't know much of anything when it comes to pre-Christian artifacts...but he knows someone who does. Will Jake swallow his pride and ask for her help, or will he try to go this one alone? (Indiana Jones!AU)

The Yawning Grave (Coming Soon)

You had always loved the stories your grandfather had told you about the "cunning folk," as he called them. You dreamed of a world beyond our own, but as you grew older, those stories faded into memory. Now, you're freshly graduated from college and on a trip to Scotland with your best friends. What you don't expect, however, is to gain the attention of a mysterious man or the wrath of the woman seemingly with him. You especially don't expect to find yourself in the middle of one of the old stories your grandfather had told you - one where you end up in a world that's not your own and with very few ways out. (Fairy!AU)

[unearthlycreature]

🌊 Bits of Beach Magic <3🐚✨️

Photos via : : coolbreezeagates ♥︎

I would eat these if I could ♡_♡

[parlapina]

"Drink from the leche of sirens, summon the sailors in town, strangle the fear of deciding which one's deserving to drown"

Milk of the sirens - Melanie Martinez

[persephosposts]

Chapter One : Power

TW/CW: a brief scene of assault, murder, cursing/cussing, general Hazbin Hotel stuff

Unedited

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Vivziepop’s characters or this song

Hell, 1933

To have power in Hell was rare.

Every sinner in Hell craved that one thing, power. They fought for it, killed for it. But yet only certain demons were gifted with such a blessing.

Of course, there were the average day sinners that roamed hell. They were the ones who fought and killed for power. They wanted to be feared, and they were easy to anger. They were deemed as foolish, being able to have freedom but yet destroying it as soon as they got a taste.

And then there were the ones who didn’t need to kill to respected; Overlords. The Overlords of Hell was a class below Lucifer and the Royal Family, but yet so much far above the damned citizens. Average demons wanted to be feared, but yet at the sight of an Overlord they went running for the hills.

But of course, like in every village, there was always an idiot that dared to piss off such high authority.

“Get off me!” A feminine voice shrieked from an alleyway. She had just been walking, the poor thing, when a much bigger demon had snatched her up.

“Quiet down, you fuckin’ bitch!” The bigger wolf-like demon growled, slamming a hand over her mouth to muffle her pleads. “Like anyone would help a whore like you.”

Now the “big bad wolf” wasn’t necessarily being quiet with his degrading words. And little did he know is that there was a much bigger threat looming in the shadows. A threat that had been in power for centuries.

Just as the wolf had opened his long jaw, showing him sharp row of fangs, a faint humming noise could be heard from the opposite of the alley. Huffing in annoyance, the wolf turned his head.

A demon was standing there, a hood covering all of her head except her lips and the cloak hiding her body.

“You want a turn with me too bitch!” The wolf snarled, the demon he was holding against her will whimpering slightly. “Get lost slut, before I do something that’ll hurt.”

“Hurt me?” The stranger hummed, her lips turning into a smirk. The wild rose a brow at her questioning, his eyes still narrowed into a glare. It was a tense silent as the two demons stared at each other. When the victim of the situation tried moving away while the wolf was distracted, the wolf just slammed her back into the brick wall. When she winced out painfully, the stranger’s smile dropped into a frown quite quickly. It was then that the strange demon spoke again. “Let her go. Now.”

“Oh yeah?” The wolf snorted, gripping his victim’s neck. “Make. Me.”

The stranger’s smirk returned again as she raised her head. “I was oh so hoping you would say that.” After she said that, she took a couple of slow steps formed, the wood staring at her with a hard glare still, baring his teeth as she got closer. And before he could even pounce, the stranger began to sing a melody.

“Drink from the leche of sirens

Summon the sailors in town

Strangle the fear of deciding

Which one's deserving to drown”

The wolf, almost like in some sort of trance, glare and snarl had slowly relaxed. His grip on the demon’s throat had loosened, but the woman was still too paralyzed with fear to even twitch.

“Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done

Our mothers, the witches they banished and burned

All of our sisters were killed and abused”

When the strange demon was standing right in front of the wolf, she carefully rose a pink hand up to his cheek, trailing it down to his neck to his chest with a feather-like touch. As she continued singing, a whistling breeze started to pick up.

“By sword-swinging men who would always accuse

The worst of a woman who fights for our right

To be where we belong at the front of the line

Tired of silence and being polite

Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night”

Moving her hand to her hood, she slowly slid her hood off, finally revealing her facial features. Her face was the same pink tone as her hands, her ((h/l) darker pink hair blowing slightly in the wind. Her wide red eyes batted up at him, her lips formed into a seductive smile. She then moved to the clip of her cloak, unlatching it as it feel off her completely.

The wolf’s eyes roamed, his eyes landing on the jewel that was on her chest area.

“Drink from the leche of sirens

Summon the sailors in town

Strangle the fear of deciding

Which ones deserving to drown

Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown”

Her smile then dropped, a deadly expression on her face now as her eyes glowed more brightly. Her hands gripped both sides of his face as she continued to sing, but the wolf didn’t budge as he was too dazed to understand what fate he was about to meet with. The demon that the wolf previously had in his possession finally got the nerve to take a couple of steps back from the two, watching the interaction with wide eyes.

“Let them drown

Let them drown

Let them drown”

As she sang the final verse, a glowing light came from the wolf’s chest, the wolf wincing as the light slowly exited him, his eyes a dull gray color as it floated between the two predators. With that, the woman gave one last smile as she stared at the glowing light.

“Don’t feel bad when these fuckers all drown”

With that final verse, the wolf demon had dropped completely to the floor, his body lifeless. The glowing orb that had came from his chest quickly swept into the jewel that was in between her collarbone and chest. Take a deep breath, like the demon had just been refreshed from a nap, the demon smiled again. Only difference this time was that it was a genuine content one.

Her eyes then landed on the poor demoness, the small woman shivering in the corner as her gaze flickered between the lifeless body of her assaulter and the dangerous lady that had saved her from his touch.

“Are you alright?” The dangerous savior asked, her tone sounding genuine as she flashed her a concerned look. When the victim of the wolf nodded shakily, the stranger nodded back curtly. “Try to be more careful, yeah? Lots of big bad wolfs like him out there.”

As the stranger turned her back to exit, the younger demon swallowed before collecting the nerve to speak.

“Wh-Who are you, Miss?”

The pink haired demon hummed in acknowledgment as she slowly turned her head back to look at the girl.

“(Y/N) Siren.” She answered shortly before disappearing, the only evidence that she was there was the lifeless body on the floor and the young victim who felt nothing but gratitude.

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“Shit, shit, shit!” (Y/N) cursed, running through the streets. She was swerving through the crowd, some demons cussing loudly at her if she stepped on their foot or bumped into them too harshly.

But she didn’t have time to stop and apologize, she was already five minutes late to an Overlord Meeting.

Turning the corner, she gasped when she slammed into somebody, almost falling on the floor if the demon’s red hand hadn’t had caught her wrist.

“Careful there, dear!” The demon piped up, (Y/N) raising a brow at his almost… happy tone? Looking up at him, an unsettling feeling crawling into her got as she stared at his sharp-toothed smile.

“Um… thanks.” She scoffed, remembering who she was in that moment as she took her arm away, brushing herself off. Stepping around him, she made sure to walk a great distance from him before peaking over her shoulder. When she realized that he was still staring after her, she scoffed as she quickened her pace.

Entering the elevator, eventually, (Y/N) sighed in relief as she look at the clock that was on the wall. “Perfect.” She hummed, concluding that she would make it to the meeting right on the dot now. But of course, she couldn’t help but think if she didn’t bump into that smiling fellow then she would’ve been 2 minutes early.

Hearing the familiar ding on the elevator doors opening, (Y/N) too a breath before making her way down the long corridor. Her footsteps echoed throughout the vast halls with each step, the girl rolling her shoulders.

Once a month, Carmilla would host these little meetings for the Overlords of Hell. And usually it was later in the month, but this meeting was called very spontaneously.

“Look who decided to join us.” Carmilla said as (Y/N) walked through the door. The young Siren just rolled her eyes, sitting in her designated seat next to her sister, Regina.

“I’m on time, aren’t I?” (Y/N) asked, raising a brow at her before looking at the table. That’s when she had noticed how empty it looked. Half of the seats were empty, the only Overlords that were there being her sisters, Carmilla and her assistants, Rosie and Zestial. “Where is everybody? Couldn’t be bothered to show?”

“That’s why the meeting was called for.” The woman sighed, taking a swig of her rum before slamming it on the table. “As you all may have noticed the table is rather empty this evening.”

“Why is that?” Mary asked, restraining a bored yawned as she checked her nails. Regina scoffed at her sister’s attitude, kicking her leg as a way to scold her. Mary glared at her before crossing her arms with a huff.

“Well, Siren,” Zestial continued, his soft but looking voice making the hair on (Y/N)’s neck raise, “what we fear is that there is a new sinner that has become too powerful. I fact, we believe that he has too much.”

“Not as powerful as the rest of us combined surely.” Carmilla huffed, standing from her chair. “I suggest that we each keep an eye out on our respected territories. If we see anything remotely suspicious or a potential threat to the Overlords in general then we don’t hesitate. We take this power down!” She exclaimed, slamming her fist on the table.

And almost like something was listening to their conversation, there was a piercing static noise coming from the meeting room’s intercom.

Regina hissed a bit, Rosie’s usual never ending smile faltering just slightly at the noise. And as the static noise cleared, (Y/N) rose a brow at the faint noise in the background. But has the static disappeared, she could clearly tell what the mystery noise was.

Screams.

And just as fast as it started, it was over. The room was silent, almost like nothing had happened. The group of Overlords were baffled, not knowing to make of the situation.

“What… the fuck?!” Regina snapped, standing from her chair. “What the bloody hell was that, Carmilla?!”

“I… don’t know.” She faltered, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

“That noise was fucking dreadful! I never…” Regina huffed, slowly sitting back down. (Y/N) frowned, putting a hand on her older sister’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. But all she got was an eye roll from the said demon.

“What were those screams?” (Y/N) asked, looking at Carmilla for an answer. The woman sighed, obviously stressed by the situation.

“I… I’m not 100% sure.” She answered, looking at all the Overlords individually as she spoke. “But if I have to guess… it must have something to do with the missing Overlords. And whoever- whatever is doing this… they must be very powerful.”

Tagslist: @xdolls-crownx @sugarrush-blush @enjisthings

[getosbigballsack]

𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒔

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔, 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝑴𝑪 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒛 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒎'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑰𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏.

𝑾𝑪: 2.8𝒌

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Drink from the LECHE of SIRENS

SUMMON the SAILORS in TOWN

STRANGLE the FEAR of DECIDING 

Which one’s DESERVING to DROWN

One foot in front the other, head tilted to the side, eyes dilated as he stared ahead of him, walking towards the body of water that was ready to consume him and what was left of his sanity. 

“Y/N is that you?” he called out. 

It was silent for a while until the sounds of that voice he grew accused of screamed at the top of its lungs, the sound so appealing and alluring yet so deceptive, dangerous even more so destructive. That had a purpose here tonight, and it sure wasn’t to love him and caress him like it always does.

DROWN, DROWN

DROWN, DROWN

And then you appeared before him in all your beauty and glory. Slowly emerging out of the ocean, your long silky hair sticking against your skin, the shimmy dress clad to your body and your skin glistening with the shimmer and salt from the ocean. 

“Y/N… I’m sorry,” he said while tears ran down his cheeks. 

You said nothing, you only lifted your hand and with the flick of your wrist, the ocean beneath your feet slowly raised from the ground and began to wrap itself around your body. 

“Are you upset? I promised I had nothing to do with this, Y/N please,” he cried, falling on his knees before you, his lips trembling, hands shaking and sweating. “Don’t do this,”

You only offered him a sad smile, and once again the sound he once adored came rushing back to his ears. 

Engraved in our MEMORY, the HARM that was done

Our MOTHERS, the witches they BANISHED and BURNED

All of our SISTERS were KILLED and ABUSED

By SWORD-swinging MEN who would always ACCUSE

“Don’t sing. Please Y/N, don’t kill them. I promise you they didn’t know. Please,” he cried out to you, begging you to stop that curs-ed sound from escaping your vocal cords. “Don’t sing.”

But you ignored him and watched as his crew appeared behind him. Slowly making their way towards the ocean that was angrily waiting for them, waiting for them to pay for their unforgivable sins. 

The WORST of a WOMAN who FIGHTS for our RIGHT

To be where we belong at the FRONT of the LINE

TIRED OF SILENCE and being POLITE

Your legs turn shimmering SCALES in the NIGHT

“Y/N, stop this please don’t. Take my life instead,” he begged. He tried to stand, but your intimidating aura kept him on his knees. “Y/N PLEASE, It was foolish of them to commit mass murder amongst your people. But I beg you, don’t kill them. This is not who you are right?”

He was right, though you were a siren (as if that wasn’t obvious already), you weren’t as vicious as the tales proclaimed you to be. You were sweet, always smiling to the town folks, playing with the little children and singing to the lonely sailors before they sailed out to sea. 

You were a kind, beautiful creature, a creature that he gets to hold in the nights while you sing you siren songs to sooth him to sleep, to turn him on, to have him lusting over your shimmering, bluish pale skin that he only gets to see in the night time when your form is more present. 

“Y/N, give them another chance. Even if you don’t want to forgive them for their sins, I ask for you to give them a chance,” he pleaded, begging as he watched as his crew slowly made their way past him, one by one falling into the ocean. “Y/N.” 

DRINK from the LECHE of SIRENS

SUMMON the SAILORS in TOWN

STRANGLE the FEAR of DECIDING 

Which one’s DESERVING to DROWN

“Y/N, don’t kill them please.”

You offered him another smile before responding, “Satoru? Don’t feel bad when these fuckers all DROWN.” 

“Y/N… NOOOOOOOOOO,” Gojo Satoru, screamed as he watched as he crew members began to sink into the ocean, that was roaring and angry waves crashing against the sands as you sang: 

LET THEM DROWN (DROWN) 

“Captain, I don’t want to die. CAPTAIN HELP US…. N,” his sailors screamed in agony before they sank in the depth of the ocean

LET THEM DROWN (DROWN)

“Captain…..PLEASE….” they continued to scream. “HELP HELP, HELP.”

LET THEM DROWN (DROWN, DROWN)

Is this the end result of what happened last night, when his men, his crew went a murder rampage and ended up capturing your people. And if capturing and locking them up beneath the sewer system wasn’t enough, they abused them, tortured them before slitting their throats with their dull knives. And while all of this happened, you were tangled beneath the sheets with him, making sweet love like you do many nights before. 

As you watched as you teary eyes stared down at him, his mind wandered back to last night when those same eyes that were filled with anger, regret and hatred, were once filled with nothing but adoration and love just for him.

Flashback. 

“Uhm, Satoru… slow down,” you cried as you clung to his shoulders for your dear life. 

He moaned softly into your ears, his hips slowing to roll, to move gently inside your. “Mhm, better?” You nodded your head yes, your eyes shut tightly as you laid there and took all that he had to give to you. 

You’ve always enjoyed slow intimate sex, as a siren, you craved soft, gentle intimacy. And he knew this and he was willing to change his whole demeanour when it comes to having sex with you, just to please you. 

You could feel every vein on his thick shaft, how you lady parts snuggled tightly against his as he stroked you deeply yet so passionately.

“This is wrong,” he whispered in your ear, before pulling away to kiss your pouting lips. “This is forbidden.” 

“I know,” you moaned loudly, not caring if your ancestors will curse you for laying in bed with a human. It is forbidden for a human and a siren to love each other. Loving a human will only lead to destruction and loving a siren will only drive the human to madness. 

A clear and obvious thing that Satoru mates have taken notice of. They knew that it was only a matter of time before he was driven to madness. He was already hooked on you and your voice, and now the sex. Yeah he was doomed for eternity. 

But he cared not, not when loving a siren feels so GOOD. 

“And here we are,” he whispered as you moaned loudly, your eyes twitching beneath the lids. There was just something about how he was moving his hips combined with his low heavy breathing and moaning that had your chest arching into his. “You’re so beautiful,” he complimented as he pulled away from your lips to bury his face into the crook of your neck to suck love marks on your neck, then he leaves kisses on your collars and then slowly peppered kisses down until he reached the swell of your breast. 

As Gojo continued to thrust slowly into you, you heard him grunt as he gripped the bedsheets before sucking on your nipples. “To… Toru,” you finally moaned out as you scraped your nails into the skin of his back. 

“I love you,” he whispered and pulled away from your breast and kissed your lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you moaned. Your mind and body was filled with overwhelming pleasure. A pleasure to be experienced and it felt so good. You were both slowly starting to succumb yourselves with pleasure. You were both falling into euphoria. Even the bed that was slowly moving to the beat of your bodies, was falling with both of you. 

Your body was slowly turning limp beneath him as he slowly increased the speed of his hip but he was still as gentle as he ever could be. His grip on the sheets got tighter, he could feel your wetness coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs. A single tear ran down your cheek as he pressed his nose against yours. You were both staring at each other as you exchanged breaths. “Fuck,” he moaned as he devoured your lips as you clenched around his shaft and it twitched inside of you. “I wanna cum inside of you,” Gojo moaned against your lips.

“Do it,” and liked that he closed his eyes and you closed yours as he came inside of you and you came around his cock while you both whispered, “I love you.”

“Yeah I love you too, and I promise to always love you,” he said and kissed your lips again.

END OF FLASHBACK

What a night to remember. If he had known that this is what he would have woken up to, then he would have kept you by his side a little longer. 

But now here he is, on his knees too powerless to even help himself and his crew, all he could do was just kneel there and watch as you killed (drown) every single last one of his crew mates with your DEATH siren song. 

TENDERNESS worn on the SKIN like a dress

NURTURE these MEN, pull them out of their MESS

They steal the RESOURCES, DESTROY all the LAND

BELITTLE the POWER of the FEMININE HAND

Meanwhile Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru’s best friend, was awoken from the raging ocean and quickly rushed outside to see what was going on. He almost dropped to his knees when he saw Gojo on his knees, crying and pleading while his crewmates all mindlessly walked into the ocean. 

“SATORU,” Geto screamed out for his powerless best friend and as he was about to walk towards him, he was met with a forceful wind pushing him back and suddenly in his mind, your voice spoke, “DON’T COME HERE OR YOU DIE TOO.” 

And then you continued to sing your song.

The MILK from the RIVERS of every MOON

CRADLE you tight like you're back in the WOMB

BURY their SOULS in a COVE by the LIGHT

CELESTIAL dip, all that EGO and PRIDE

He didn’t even realise that you were there until he left his head to look above Satoru to see you hovering with the ocean circling around your body. His mouth widens when he sees YOU, your true form staring back at him. You were beautiful, but scary at the same time. Scales covering your arms and legs, your ears like fins, your eyebrows were antennas and a head piece that looked like a crown, that almost seemed to also be a part of your body. Fins growing from elbow to your forearms, your fingers attached to each other by a thin layer of fin. Your eyes black and so is the colour of your lips and nails. 

He knew you were a siren, but he had never seen your true form before. He would have been amazed if it wasn’t for the fact that you were literally murdering Gojo’s crewmates. 

“Y/N, Stop this,” Geto shouted at you. But didn’t instead, he watched you lift your arms and the ocean raised in the motion and in the blink of an eye the ocean was now flooding the sailor’s village that wasn’t too far from them. 

Screams of agony, children crying… the sounds of men trying to escape could be heard. But Y/N could care less, they did not deserve the live after all, she should them kindness and they killed her people and family in return. 

DRINK from the LECHE of SIRENS

SUMMON the SAILORS in TOWN

STRANGLE the FEAR of DECIDING 

Which one’s DESERVING to DROWN

“Y/N… PLEASE, don’t kill anyone else. Take my life, take me and leave them be,” Gojo cried. “Y/N, I LOVE YOU, PLEASE.” 

But you ignored him and sang on. 

LET THEM DROWN (DROWN)

LET THEM DROWN (DROWN)

LET THEM DROWN (DROWN, DROWN)

“Y/N,” Geto called out your name to get your attention. He watched as you turned to look at him. “Do you think that murdering his crew will magically solve what has already been done?”

Yes, he too knew about the murder rampage that Gojo’s crew went on last night without Gojo’s knowledge. 

“They murdered my people. Killed my mother, abused my sisters and you want me to turn a blind eye. NOOOOOO. That won’t do.” you answered, your voices harmonising with each other. 

Yes that’s another thing about sirens, whenever they sing, it’ll be like they have multiple voices using at once. 

“Y/N, Don’t feel sorry for Satoru? He is begging you to spare their lives and take his instead,” Geto asked. 

“SATORU was a mistake. I should have never gotten involved with him.”

“But you said that you love me right?” Gojo cried, feeling his heart slowly cracking inside his chest. “YOU LOVE ME RIGHT?”

You were unable to answer, choosing to sing instead of answering knowing that your heart is too soft whenever it comes on to him. 

Nothing wrong with a little HAVOC

It's fun when shit hits the fan

So guillotine their heads by SHOUTING'

"Cut 'em off, leave WATERS RED"

Nothing wrong with a little HAVOC

It's fun when shit hits the fan

So guillotine their heads by SHOUTING'

"Cut 'em off, leave WATERS RED"

“Y/N, stop this madness,” Geto shouted. 

“You’d have to kill me if you want that to happen.” You answered. 

“Fine then,” Geto said to himself as he rushed inside the house. He knew what he had to do, in order to save the rest of the town folks, himself, his best friend and from yourself. You said it yourself, he’d have to kill you. And though he did not want to, this was the only way because talking to you at this point made no sense. You were too far and determined to kill until every paid for the death of your people and family. 

“Y/N, I LOVE YOU, PLEASE STOP AND COME TO ME. I KNOW YOU DON’T REGRET WHAT WE HAVE. SO PLEASE, NO MORE, DON’T KILL ANYMORE HUMAN. I BEG YOU,” Your lover yelled. 

Gazed into his eyes that reminded you so much of the oceans with your black eyes. 

Nothing wrong with a little havoc

It's fun when shit hits the fan (DRINK from the LECHE of SIRENS)

So guillotine their heads by shoutin'

"Cut 'em off, leave waters red" (SUMMON the SAILORS in TOWN)

Nothing wrong with a little havoc

It's fun when shit hits the fan (STRANGLE the FEAR of DECIDING)

So guillotine their heads by shoutin'

"Cut 'em off, leave waters red" (Which one’s DESERVING to DROWN)

You lifted your arms yet again to form another wave to flood the other community.

“Don't feel bad when these fuckers all drown” You said. 

And just as you were about to flood the whole town, Geto came out of the house holding up a sniper rifle, pointing it towards you. The next thing you know, the gun went off and you felt a sharp pain in your chest. 

“Y/N, NOOOOO,” Gojo screamed, finally being able to get up from his knee to catch your falling body. “Noo, noo…” 

“I’m sorry,” Geto whispered. 

“Y/N, don’t die on me, please…” Gojo cried while holding your body in his arms. “Please… please.”

You only smiled, this was for the best. If it weren’t for Geto both of them would have been dead. Maybe you would have destroyed everything in your path after killing them. This was the curse that the ancestor granted you for dating a human. 

A nasty curse that had you people killed, your mother and sisters murdered. 

“I should have never loved you,” You said to him. 

“But you do…” he answered. 

“I regret loving you… (cough) I should have never loved you,” you whispered as you tried to control your breathing even though you were dying. “I should have killed you first before killing everyone else.” 

“But you didn’t,” he whispered as he leaned his head down to press against your forehead. “You love me Y/N and I love you.” 

“Ha!” 

Tears couldn’t stop streaming from his eyes. 

“Satoru…”

“Don’t talk Y/N.”

“Let me sing this last song please.” 

He shook his head yes, and held you close to him. 

“But I feel my lover by my side, and he makes me follow my own heart. Satoru, we’ll be together in another life some sweet day, when that day comes I promise I’ll never leave you, we’ll never part.”

And just like that, you finally closed your eyes and let DEATH consume you…. 

✞︎

DRINK from the LECHE of SIRENS

SUMMON the SAILORS in TOWN

STRANGLE the FEAR of DECIDING 

Which one’s DESERVING to DROWN

Stream PORTALS now on Spotify - Melanie Martinez: Milk of the Sirens

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?

[leastdatablebracket]

Here's the bracket for round 1! I intend to start posting matches tomorrow.

Group 1 (Matches 1-16)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow) VS Penny (Stardew Valley)

Joy Johnson-Johjima (Monster Prom) VS Vladamir (Moonlight Lovers)

P.S. Elle (Romancelvania) VS Saint Germain (Code: Realize)

Bram Galeborn (Tales of the Wild) VS Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

Edgar Morton (To Love & Protect) VS Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Nowi (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Elise (Fire Emblem Fates)

Maison Talo (House Hunted) VS Sam (Stardew Valley)

Akihiko Sanada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Sam Dalton (Choices - The Nanny Affair)

Ota Kisaki (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder) VS Casavir (Neverwinter Nights 2)

Anna (Fire Emblem Engage) VS Yang (Piofiore Fated Memories)

Isabela (Dragon Age 2) VS Shuu Iwamine (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom) VS Sunder (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age Inquisition) VS Curie (Fallout 4)

Cliff (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Hanatsubaki Gorō (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s First Love) VS Leliana (Dragon Age Origins)

Barbatos (Obey Me) VS Solas (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Group 2 (Matches 17-32)

Nightowl (Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition) VS Isako Toriumi (Persona 3)

Adam/Ava du Mortain (Wayhaven Chronicles) VS Drake Walker (Choices - The Royal Romance)

Taro Majima (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 2nd Season) VS Vace (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Yoosung Kim (Mystic Messenger) VS Siren Head (Siren Head Dating Sim)

Rick (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS V (Mystic Messenger)

Ken Amada (Persona 3 Portable) VS Lorenz Hellman Gloucester (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Bigfoot (Dialtown) VS Damien Ramsey (Magical Diary)

Merrill (Dragon Age 2) VS Landon (High School Dreams Best Friends Forever)

Vyn Richter (Tears of Themis) VS Sumire Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal)

Sebastian (Stardew Valley) VS Triss Merigold (Witcher 3)

Rock (Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life) VS Morrigan (Dragon Age Origins)

Gray (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Calculester Hewlett-Packard (Monster Prom)

Harry Choi (The Ssum) VS Ichiko Ohya (Persona 5)

Sadayo Kawakami (Persona 5) VS Randy Jade (Dialtown)

Kevan (Long Live the Queen) VS Camellia (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous)

Ace (Heart no Kuni no Alice) VS Rhea (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Group 3 (Matches 33-48)

Ilessa (Romancelvania) VS Dolce (Rune Factory 4)

Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS Laito Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)

Cameron Conner (Wylde Flowers) VS Sera (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Elliott (Stardew Valley) VS Shane (Stardew Valley)

Mikah Hudson (Save Me, Sherlock) VS Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Towa Wakasa (Sweet Fuse: At Your Side) VS Shiloh Fields (XOXO Droplets)

Arsene Lupin (Code: Realize) VS Blackwall (Dragon Age Inquisition)

Vere (Touchstarved) VS Shiki (Togainu no Chi)

Sebastian Vael (Dragon Age 2) VS Toma (Amnesia: Memories)

Sakura (Fire Emblem Fates) VS Ethan Ramsey (Choices - Open Heart)

Warren (Life is Strange) VS Ryoma (Fire Emblem Fates)

Katherine (Catherine) VS Jonah (Boyfriend Dungeon)

Anders (Dragon Age 2) VS Dorian Grey (OZMAFIA!!)

Skye (Harvest Moon DS Cute) VS Tammy (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Fenris (Dragon Age 2) VS Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)

Peter King (Your Boyfriend Game) VS Eisuke Ichinomiya (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)

Group 4 (Matches 49-64)

Tharja (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Jacob Taylor (Mass Effect 2)

Elanee (Neverwinter Nights 2) VS Megaricus (Kaichu - The Kaiju Dating Sim)

Joseph Christiansen (Dream Daddy) VS Naoto Shirogane (Persona 4)

Mr. Pages (Mask of the Rose) VS Soleil (Fire Emblem Fates)

Baxter Ward (Our Life: Beginnings & Always) VS Ryouta Kazama (Tokimeki Memorial Girl’s Side 4)

Colonel Sanders (I Love You, Colonel Sanders!) VS Kappa (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Andy (Romance Club) VS Micah Yujin (Error143)

Anomen Delryn (Baldur’s Gate 2) VS Koolie Sterling (Tentador Leches)

Canus Espada (Cafe Enchante) VS Nah (Fire Emblem Awakening)

Doctor (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town) VS Lucy (Your Boyfriend Game)

Amber (Rune Factory 4) VS Marco (Lovelink)

Alfani (OZMAFIA!!) VS Makoto Niijima (Persona 5)

Haley (Stardew Valley) VS Azura (Fire Emblem Fates)

Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age Origins) VS Kai (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) VS The Red Prince (Divinity: Original Sin 2)

Lucio Morgasson (The Arcana) VS Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age Inquisition)

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Part 2 of drink from the leche of sirens

Part 1 here

A/N: I'm back after what felt like f forever! Crying screaming throwing up it's finally finished! Part two of könig x nymph! Black Reader. I'm over the moon so many people liked part one i loved writing it. Love to hear your thoughts on this chapter or any ideas. Feedback,likes and reblogs are appreciated🙏🏾 also if you wanted to be added to the tag list please let me know. I've read this like a thousand times but if theres mistakes im sorry oop(Yes this title is from the new hunger games. I watched it and I'm obsessed! Please talk to me about it! )

Sisters in order of appearance Aganippe, Bolbe

Tag list: @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome

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Red. you wouldn't say it was your colour. It's a harsh and rough colour that didn't suit you. A colour you've never taken any notice of before. But you're seeing it everywhere. It's in the berries, the birds, and the flowers. You're seeing /him/ everywhere.

"Sister! Sister! What about this one? " You watch, fiddling with the braslet on your wrist as your sisters pull up a man from the water, he's tall but too skinny and smooth. not your man. A shake of your head, and he's shoved back down the water. Why was it so hard to find this man? You should have paid better attention to his armour, although that wouldn't help much. You're not well versed in the human wars and their armies.

"When did you see him?"

"Around the willows and lake i think it was xxxx "

one of your sisters hums, coiling her hair around her finger, oak skin still wet from the water. "That was Around the date from the Eastern fight, so he's probably with the reds or the greens " that was something the most you've gotten about him "but they're both pretty big armies." She stills looking up at you

"are you sure you were supposed to heal him" huh what did she mean, were you supposed to do anything with him? he just found his way there to you, you could do whatever you wanted with him right?. You weren't sure what your sister was asking, the look on your face must have made her nervous "I mean, maybe you shouldn't have let him go"

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Magic is believing its a lot faith. There aren't any other options könig has so faith and believing are the only things he can hold on to. Belief, that the charm held tightly in his hands, will bring out a nymph, and faith he'll see you again.

The water ripples in the centre, slowly then rapidly, as bubbles ascending into the air.

This is what könig hates about magic it's too unpredictable, it's recklessness, and lacks control. Makes it hard to challenge and counter it. He needs to be in control, know all the moves his enemy could make, and magic doesn't allow that.

The lady standing in the water isn't the one könig's looking for. Her presence is off in every wat, from her appearance to the way the air moves around her. Her hair falls straight down her body it only moves at the tilt of her head. He expected this. Of course, finding his little nymph wouldn't be in easy task, but he more than ready.

"You're not the one I'm looking for," his efforts to keep composure are wasted on her, try as he might to stay neutral, its hard to miss this annoyance that slips in his voice.

"I'm sure I can be just as good," she responds, wearing a warm and gentle smile that never reaches her eyes. It's wasted time trying talking to her, he needs answers not idle conversation.

The waters are calm and still, yet his legs weigh heavy in the water. He's fighting against the waters just to make it to her, he shadows the sun just standing infront of her. He knows his presence is off putting, most women would have turned and run they wouldn't let him get his close. She only smiles the closer he gets.

König feels his feet sinking, or at least it seems that way. When he turned to gaze at her, she's still adorned with that same smile. Only König's looking up at her, not down, His knees are immersed in muddy water. She's now beaming with joy from her new catch.

Her hand catch könig's chin as he struggles to break free, forcing his face to her "hey don't worry. I'll tell her how good you tasted!"

So she does know where she is. That's all könig needs to know, ripping himself from the mud. She stares blankly at him, unimpressed by his display of strength.

"Where is she?" König's hand wrapping round her throat

"Haha, what's this? Are you trying to hurt me?" she dismisses him. König watched as her body phased between liquid and solid trying to worm her way out. Her face drops as she panicked, clawing at his hand while he tightened his grip. " You'll talk"

They struggled for a bit before she let out a screech, causing König to loosen his grip just enough for her swim away. Regaining his wits, könig stands straight in the water, looking around. He'd lost her, but He'll remember this for next time. The spirits are tricky things

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A high-pitched shriek ripples through the air, your sister rushing by, tears streaming down her face, complaining to everyone she passes, "YOUR STUPID SOLDIER ASSAULTED ME!"

"Your soldier?" Your attention sharpens at her call – she found him. She found him! Oh, she found him.

"That stupid man asked for you. He nearly killed me! He's such an ugly and scary thing, why else would he cover his face?". I thought you said he was cute!

Another sister chimes in, "You're just mad you have terrible luck with masked men." Your sister's face burns, her eyes sharpening as she turns to you, "If I see him again. That man is as good as dead." Ah, she's serious. It's best you find him soon.

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There isn't a better colour for könig than red. It suits him quite well. It's the colour of the flag he waves high, the flames that light the night, that clear the way for a sege.The blood that paints his body in all its many shades after battle. more than that. It's His source of comfort, his efforts, and proof of his labours turned physically in the form of a carnelin bracelet that sits on his wrist.

The only proof of his nymph he ( had). He'd never be so careless as to lose it. in all his years, he never lost it, if its gone, it's only because it's been taken. He can't lie he is a bit annoyed You took it, but in exchange for his life, he couldn't complain.

He should go clean up he's a mess from that encounter with that other nymph. It's not enough to warrant a full bath, just his face he can wipe his body down with a towel. He wipes the towel across his face, reaching down to wet the towel. In that moment, he freezes, there atop the bubbling water, a carnelin bracelet.

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☆●○☆Summary:Miles (1610!) Milo (42!) Twins Au introduce themselved to a new neighbor.

Introduction

You open the door to see a pai of twins carrying tupper wear filled with food.

"I didnt order food panda I think your in the wrong door." The one who had barids face retorted. "Were not fast food drivers we're ya next door neighbor" The other nervously smiled. "Our Mom wanted us to welcome you to our building! We hope you like empanadas!" You nodded in respect "Thank you" taking the tupper wears they left immediately.

"They were kinda pretty " Miles said scartching his neck. "For you" Milo snarled as he rolled his eyes. "HEY!"

Body

You were in the park playing with your bubble gun that you bought for yourself. It was fun on how the bubbles look and pop or when they just stick to your finger. The raindbow that they sometimes make or the wobbly reflection you can see when u squint. Bubbles are so fun.

"Hey! What are you doing??" A weird suited man asked. "Why are you dressed like that?" You asked as you continue to shoot more bubbles." I am spiderman" His eyes thingy lowered. "Why?" He froze at that answer.

"What do you mean "why"?"

"It sounds weird and you dont really look like a spider"

And thats how you became friends with a bootleg sorry weird bettle thats suppose to be spider theme superhero. It wasnt really eventful just you explaining why you like bubbles so much. It reminded you of childhood , home ,and happy things.

"So why are you playing alone? I am sure your friends will love to have turn with your bubble gun!" Beetleman asked. "I dont have friends here" you layed down in the grass shooting bubbles in the air. The beetle man more than average eyemask thingy rose. "What do you mean?" "I moved here from somewhere faraway" you dropped your hand holding the bubble gun. "Well I can be your fr-" Before he can respond his spidersense heard the sound of police sirens. "SHIT I GOTTA GO" he swinged away without hesitation leaving you behind .

Shrugging at the beetle man you continue playing with bubbles happily alone.

When Miles little run in with robbers was finish he slapped his head. "SHIT I DIDNT GET HER NAME!" he swunged back to the park spot you were at but to see it empty. "Fuck she must have thought I was an asshole for leaving her ,here " Slapping his head again. Internally screaming at himself for being insensative he begrudgingly swinged himself back to his room.

"MILES GET UP MA FORCING US TO TALK TO THE HER AGAIN" Milo stormed himself in groaning. "Why is she so worried about a stranger" he rolled his eyes , Miles gave an awkward laugh. "I mean she kinda is lonely?" Milo rolled his eyes again. "Not our problem" "Dont be like , lo" "Whatever let's get this done already."

Hearing a knock from your door you lazily walked to it. "Hello , again " The braid one "tch" looking at you as Miles smacked him. "Sorry about this but we never got your name and our Mom just worried about you seemingly living alone?" You blinked at his response. "Oh , I didnt say my name? (Y/n) (l/n) and I am a international student but I do live with my older brother he just works alot." Miles seem relived at the information as Milo just wanted to leave. "Well I am Miles and this is Milo." Miles gestured to Milo to respond which he simply "sup" you.

"Sooooo our Mom wanted us to invite you over and your brother can come since your new and all-" Milo cutted him off. "Just come at 5 sharp dont be late" dragging Miles back to their home.

"Oi , Shobe who are they?" Your older brother shouted across the sofa. "They invited us dinner next door." Your brother perked up. "Finally YOU CAN MAKE FRIENDS" you glared at him throwing your slippers in his ugly face.

Ending

You and your brother mostly you holding out tupperware to give to the neighbors. Leche plan and egg pie.

A wonderful women opened the door her face brightening at them. "Oh WELCOME!You two were just in time!" She took the tupperwear of food. "MILES MILO COME DOWN HERE!!!" she shouted.

As everyone sat down for food . The tough man , next to the bright woman , miles next milo ,next to your brother ,and you after.

"So I am Rio and this my husband jeff" the bright woman introduced as your brother smiled. "I am Lucas this my shobe (y/n) and its amazing to meet you!" Your brother elbowed you "Salamat , po" you said. "We're immagrants sorry about Shobe she's shy" Lucas held your shoulders ,Rio waved her hand. "No dont apologize its not bad. It must have been hard leaving your home behind"

And for the entire dinner it was just Rio and lucas talking well Jeff came in conversation time to time but not word from any of the three teens.

"How about the two of you show (y/n) you guys room? " Jeff said to the twins. Miles nodded as Milo rolled his eyes but still agreed.

As the two led you to there room it was just an average teen boys room. "Your room is.... comfortable" You drop to sit on the floor. The duo looked confuse on what to say or do since you looked unintrested in anything and everything. "So why you moved here" Milo asked for once not beeing rude just wanting to cut the silence. "Scholarship " This perked the intrest on the boys sitting down on Miles bed across you. "From what school?" Miles asked. "Vision something" you played with ur hands. "That's cool we go there too!" Miles smiled and Milo looking impressed. "You must be smart to get a scholarship" Milo arm crossed. You simply nodded.

Milo was not impress with you but at the same he is. He doesnt like your somewhat ignorant attitude and his first impression was not the best but he can't deny. You look "cute" playing with your hands. You seem to not like eye contact much.

"Why does your brother call you Shobe? Its not even close to what your name sounds like." Milo said a hint of an attitude expecting you to react or something but nothing again. "It just means little sister nothing to it" Miles then asked "So what do you call your brother?" "Kuya" It kinda annoys them on how straightforward your answers where like just one word they just wanted to know a little bit more.

"(Y/n) do you like art?" Miles asked hoping for a longer reaction. "I do I like painting and I like musicals" You smiled softly. Jackpot. "Musicals? I was never really into dear even hansen or just chill to be honest" Milo shrugged. You perked up "Well have you tried Ride of cyclone or the aladin musical? Theyre my favorite" eyes sparkling so bright that they felt like beeing blinded. "How about the first one? We still have time..." Miles looked at the clock. Your eyes sparkled sparkled harder like what the fuck please stop your scaring them.

Lucas knocking at the door to see two boys crying as you look at them patheticly. "It's not that bad-" "THE STUPID DOLL'S SONG HITS HARD FOR WHAT?!"Milo wiped his snot. "OCEAN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WAS MWAH" Miles sobbed.

"Shobe" Lucas called you , smilling. "Kauban nimo sila ?" You nodded to him as you took your phone and stood up to leave. "We'l watch Aladin the musical next its more into comedy dont worry."

Hey , I kinda just wanted to make this cause its 10 pm and whatever and want like a slowburn friendship type I kinda know its mid and (y/n) isnt eccentric and full of personality but I kinda wanted to show a version which I dont see often is a (y/n) who just seems emotionaly distant with themselves cause that is alot of teen exp and kinda wanted to make sense with her moving from another country. Also I kinda wanted to represent chinese-filipino since I dont really see it often. "Shobe" is from fukien/hokkien. Also hokkien is popular in other countries such as singapore. Srry this is stupid long just wanted to explain.

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"drink from the leche of sirens summon the sailors in town strangle the fear of deciding which one's deserving to drown"

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