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oddheadd · 2 months

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Frostbite °• : ⁠｡ - Chapter III

Skinwalker/Wendigo x reader

CW: Gross things like rotting :P

SMUT!! Rough sex, voyerism, non-consentual at the end(?)

I couldn't sleep last night. The screaming kept me awake.

Screaming? It sounded animalistic, the broken voice desperately wheezing and calling for attention. I laid there helplessly, clutching my pillow and worrying about wether I locked my doors or not. I was too scared to check them, so I just kept staring at the curtains, my heart almost popping out of its place as I tried to look away from them.

I couldn't, and at about 5-6 am, when the screaming had stopped, I dozed off. I later woke up at 4 pm, and weirdly enough, I was inspired to write some more. I put my nightly terror into descriptive paragraphs and created a monster.

One with long, grey, skinny limbs and hair thin enough to see it's pure white eyes... Rotten teeth caging the slithering maggots in its hollow mouth.

I take a deep breath and close my laptop. I grab my phone and see that Nathan had texted me last night.

"Do you drink?"

I can't help but smile and instantly start typing.

"after whatever the hell happened last night, I do."

I put my phone away and make myself a quick meal. My phone buzzes.

"And what happned?"

I chuckle at his misspelling.

"I heard someone or something screaming. I couldn't sleep all night :("

He answers quickly;

"Jackals?"

And I answer just as fast.

"Kind of... It had an artificial echo to it? Don't know how to explain."

I purse my lips and put my phone down. Taking a bite out of the poor excuse of a meal.

"You could demonstrate, when I take you to a bar in the town."

Smile grows on my face as I reread his messages. I should go, what's the worst that can happen? So, we text each other the details and it's a date!

I leave the cabin and decide to look around the village this time. Ain't no way I'm going into the forest after last night.

I try my best to remember the way home as I walk past the other cabins. I admire the architecture - simple, but charming nonetheless. Then I spot a girl, no older than nine looking at me through the window. I smile and give her a wave.

She stays still and keeps staring at me. My hand falls back to my side, and so does my smile. I avoid her gaze and keep walking. I take a few pictures and maybe make a few angels in the snow, before I see an old woman, just barely walking. I approach her. - "Hello, want me to walk you home?"

I get a better look at her face. It's wrinkled, as if her skin is melting off her face. Her eyes are marble like, despite being as dark as coals. I can barely make out her lips that stretch into an uncanny line. Her hair as thin as the monster's that I made up.

She looks at me before her face scrunches up, even more, into a scowl. - "...What are you doing here?" - My mood falters.

"...I used to come here as a child... My mother passed and I decided to visit for a while." - I explain myself. She raises an eyebrow and grabs my arm for support.

"(Your mother)'s kid. You've... Changed, quite a bit."

I tilt my head. - "Do I know you?"

"You'd always steal from my brother's cherry trees. You used to be an annoying, little rascal."

I chuckle awkwardly. - "I get that a lot. So you live down the road?"

"You've become... A very appetizing person." - She says, avoiding my question. I try not to think about her weird wording.

"...Thank you?" - I say after a long pause.

"I used to be like you. Maybe my skin was healthier." - She scoffs, bits of her saliva falling out of her mouth. - "...Not fair... At all." - she sighs.

I stay quiet as she rambles, a little more comfortable now that we've approached her cabin.

"But whatever it wants, it gets." - She says. She tightens her grip. - "Count yourself lucky, being able to serve it like that."

After that I head straight to my cabin. I can't wait to drink with Nathan tonight.

Now as I stand in the snow, my ass literally freezing off, I start to feel disappointed. He promised he'd pick me up, but now I'm getting worried he got lost and mauled.

Tiny snowflakes start falling, adding onto the already layered snow that's coating the ground. I sigh and check my phone again. My frown intensifies, when I see there's no new messages.

I almost fall off the bench on the porch when I see a figure in the corner of my eye.

"Jesus, Nathan. Do you always have to scare me like that?" - I rest my palm on my chest, dramatically so.

He flashes me the Cheshire grin - "Sorry."

I get off the porch and shove my hands into my pocket, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pockets are just as cold.

"I thought the huge deer got to you." - I tease.

He narrows his eyes. - "I'm at the top of the food chain, you don't have to worry about stuff like that." - He brags and gives me his hand. I take it with a snort, his hands as cold as mine. - "I don't think we can make it to the Bar, it's too far away. And, it's getting dark."

I pout. He chuckles. - "But I know how to make it up to you~" - He says and takes out a flask from his coat.

I raise an eyebrow. - "Charming."

I then walk back to the front door of the cabin and unlock it, going inside. - "Come on in, I'm freezing." - I complain and look at him.

He follows after me with a smile and looks around. - "It's pretty cozy in here."

I chuckle and sit him down onto the couch. - "I think we have some old wine in the attic. Try not to miss me too much."

"Don't worry, I'm patient." - he smiles softly.

I turn on the flashlight on my phone after a hard struggle against the attic door, coughing my lungs out when the dust flies around in the air. I climb up and start looking around the boxes for the wine.

I smile when I finally find it. There's two blood red bottles with no distinct label on them, so I pick them up. My smile falls as I see a... Doll? It's made out of straws, clearly resembling a human body. I pick it up and inspect further. Is this a hex? I put it back down and get up, chills running down my spine when I notice a big red symbol on the wall. I stare at it for a while before turning around and leaving with the bottles in my hands.

I have a guest right now, I'll deal with it later.

On my way, I grab go into the kitchen to get glasses.

"I only have mugs and teacups, no fancy glasses." - I say before grabbing the cups and sitting next to him. He throws his arm around my shoulder.

"I don't look like the fancy type though, do I?" - He chuckles and I shrug.

I pour us some wine and sip from my cup. - "So, why did you move here again?"

"Nature always called out to me." - He shrugs. - "And you, Y/N? What's your job and why did you come here?"

I purce my lips. - "Well, I'm a writer. I've written some stuff but nothing special, really. I wanted to write a horror book and came here to set the mood, ya know?"

"And how's that working out?" - He tilts his head.

I sigh. - "I'm having the worst writer's block I've ever had. Barely wrote a few pages."

"Let's see then." - He says, and I hesitantly agree. I grab my laptop and open the file, handing it to him.

I stand up and approach the fireplace, tending to it as he reads for a while.

"It's great." - He smiles and I look back at him.

"Is it?"

"A little complaint... You're trying too hard to explain all the details. Reading is all about letting people warp characters and places into whatever their mind makes up."

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually." - I sit back next to him. - "Can you help me?"

He eyes me and nods.

I don't know how much time passes, but we're now sitting on the floor and already have finished the second bottle of wine, now taking turns on taking a swing out of Nathan's flask. I've been taking notes, typing away furiously.

As I let out a deep breath, I look up from my laptop screen and the whole room starts spinning. I grunt and put the gadget away, placing my head in Nathan's lap. He chuckles and strokes my hair. - "Are you alright?"

"...A little tired. And dizzy." - I pout. Nathan just keeps smiling and sits me up again, making me look at him by taking my chin in-between his fingers.

I keep looking into his eyes and his smile never falters, only getting closer to my own lips. I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips a little, almost melting into Nathan's arms when they connect with his.

My heated cheeks heat up even more when he lays me down onto the soft, warm carpet and lets out a deep groan.

Then I can't even comprehend what happened, when I look to my side and see both mine and his clothes on the floor. Then I feel his erected cock, rubbing against me and realize I'm not wearing any underwear neither. I look back at him and pull him into a kiss again, moaning in delight. He then pushes it inside of me, spreading the walls to make more room for himself and and starts gently grinding it deeper out of me.

I lose track of time and what's happening again, and this time feel him mercilessly thrusting his hips against my ass, almost steaming air of heat spreading into the whole room while his rough fingers caress all the right spots. I let out moans and whimpers in-between my breaths, while he muffles his in my collarbone.

"Don't stop... Fuck, Nathan..." - I moan out his name and he looks up at me.

He then runs his fingers through my hair pulls my head back, giving me a view of the rest of the room, before he buries his face into my neck and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses.

I get closer to cumming, feeling myself spasm and squeeze around him, before I notice something in the windows. There are people outside my cabin... They're chanting something while drawing a symbol on the windows...

It's the same symbol as the one in my attic. I huff and try to stop Nathan but he can't even see my expression with his head buried into my neck. I shut my eyes and try my best not to cry... And soon enough, pass out.

#skinwalker #wendigo #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere smut #monster smut #nonbinary reader #smut #roughfuck

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svetluskanara · 6 months

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Short vampire headcanon:)

Imagine you and your vampire boyfriend holding each other after being intimate. Nothing but complete silence with your hot breaths being the only sound in the whole room. Him being still inside of you, holding you closer to his body than before he finished as if you were to vanish into thin air if he let off of you. Coming down from your own height, you only smile to yourself and decide to play with his soft hair. He always gets warm any time you do something, and you wonder what it could possibly be since vampires are said to be cold as ice. You didn’t complain though, it felt really nice.

While you were lost in your world, your boyfriend loosened up a little and began to slowly stroke your figure. More exactly, the marks he has left on you. Maybe it was the monster in him or maybe just pure selfish thoughts, but he always had to leave some kind of mark on you during sex. He absolutely adored looking at your body covered in them later on. He also did it to show who you belong to if anyone tried something, monsters or humans.

Soon enough, sleep began to take over your senses, making you do short stops while you play with his strands. When you decided not to fight it anymore and finally close your eyes, you heard a slight chuckle and a kiss on your forehead. He turns you on top of him gently as not to wake you up, and you just bury your head more into his chest.

“Good night sweet stuff, go to sleep. I will take care of everything.“ he coos into your ear and as you’re not able to make a coherent sentence anymore, you just hum in response. He wraps around you two another blanket so you won’t catch cold and starts mumbling reassuring words, such as “You did so good today.” and “I am so proud of you.”. Another thing he always does. He is conscious of his strength and knows humans are way more fragile than vampires, hence why is he scared he might hurt you in the heat of the moment. He knows you would have said if you were in pain but telling you reassuring words makes him feel as if there even was something, this could maybe help a bit. Either to make you tell him or to make it go away.

“I am so lucky to have you.” You mumble and he smiles at you. “I think we could argue who is lucky here, love.” was his reply but you don’t hear him anymore. He hums, pushes you closer to him and closes his eyes, ready for sleep to take him too.

#vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human #vampire boyfriend #monster #monster headcanons #nonbinary reader #terato #I couldnt find a good way to close this thing #made me so frustrated lol #was sick the last two months and didnt feel like doing anything tbh but thanks god its Halloween and Hotel Transylvania ran on tv #if you have any thoughts or suggestions about this story dont be shy to dm me!

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monstersandmaw · 6 months

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Male centipede-alien x transmasc nonbinary reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Content: sassy, confident, transmac reader, non-penetrative sex, oral sex, 't-cock' used for human's genitals, no other areas specified/mentioned. Brief threat to life (not from monster), some mention of isolation on a planet. And a giant pet slug. Wordcount: 6749

“Well. That’s… unexpected,” you croaked, staring incredulously at the small screen on the sleeve of your white space suit as it blinked a red and improbable warning at you.

The planet wasn’t exactly hostile to humans, but the harsh sun and arid air made being outside for long periods of time pretty uncomfortable for humans, and the oxygen levels were low enough that it made you dizzy if you didn’t take a gulp from your suit’s mask from time to time at the very least.

You were quite possibly the only other sapient being within about nine thousand miles, but while you were cataloguing obscure and previously unknown kinds of invertebrate, the research team on the literal other side of the world were geologists from Meliikos Prime, and they didn’t speak Galactic Common very well. They’d been polite enough when you’d hailed them out of courtesy when you’d flown in though, and when they’d discovered you were human, they’d beamed over their extensive survey data of the terrain and marked off water supplies too, which you’d thought was pretty nice of them.

Other than rocks and a few cool bugs though, there really wasn’t anything to write home about on this planet; certainly nothing that was going to win you any research accolades. It wasn’t on any of the major hyperspace links, there were no relay stations in this quadrant, and so far, other than a supremely flamboyant species of flatworm living in a toxic geothermal pool near your research ship, and a type of slug as big as a golden retriever that, rather relatably, hadn’t moved in over a week, there wasn’t anything of note here at all.

And yet, the general alert on your space suit had just calmly announced that a heavy cruiser bearing the insignia and codes of the Porphaerian Empire was inbound to your location and all civilians of the Republic were advised to evacuate the planet as soon as possible and make their way to the nearest Bastion. You weren’t even sure where the nearest military outpost was, given that the ever-belligerent Porphaerian Empire had never shown any interest in invertebrates on remote planets before, and this planet in particular sat on the outer reaches of the known universe and was so bloody insignificant that it hadn’t even acquired a proper name. It was still just: OR-2559-B.

“The fuck?” It came out as a little strangled yelp as you looked up into the purple-ish blue of your dear OR-2559-B’s atmosphere to find the silhouette of a huge ship appearing out of the veil of wispy clouds that whisked and drifted around on the upper currents. These things were only supposed to exist in immersive VR cinemas, and only then to get blown up by plucky pilots operating under astronomically small odds. Plucky you might have been, but you were neither a pilot nor currently in possession of anything more powerful than a handheld scanner for identifying the chemical composition of various types of bug goop. Your ship didn’t even have cannons, though there was a small pistol under the console, just in case.

You snatched up the tray of samples you’d spent the last three hours taking from the placid wildlife around the stream and legged it back towards the small and laughably fragile buggy that you used to cover greater distances into the field from your research ship. By the time you’d jounced over the rough terrain of the plateau and yelled at your little buggy to please find a little more juice in her batteries to get you up the hill at a pace faster than a mildly-inconvenienced slug, you saw other shapes flitting like bats around the underside of the huge cruiser. Fighters.

“Oh come on,” you groaned. Your ship lowered the ramp as it detected your approach and you steered the wheezing buggy up the incline and into the cargo hold, tripping over the side of the roll cage as you floundered to exit the darned thing, and raced to the hatch that would lead you up into the cockpit.

Sweeping a week’s worth of papers and vac-packed ration wrappers off the console, you punched in your code and yelled at the ship to come out of its sleepy hibernation state, which it did with enviable efficiency.

“Hostile signatures detected,” she said in that irritatingly calm voice she had under all circumstances.

“Well the fuck aware, thank you. Now, can we get out of here please?”

The brief thought flickered across your mind that it probably wouldn’t help matters if the ship’s AI screamed at you in panic instead of speaking in a monotone if she blew something down in the engine room, but you had little time to dwell on that as a larger fighter roared right past the windshield and a huge energy blast swept over the ship.

Instinctively, you covered your face and closed your eyes, and when the accompanying cloud of dust and debris had finished raining down and clinking off the glass and metal structure of the ship, you realised she had gone eerily quiet. “Girlie?” you exhaled into the relative silence.

Nothing. Hell, you’d take that dull monotone over this any day.

Opening your eyes and lowering your arms, your body flooded with adrenaline when you saw that all her screens were dark, and the lights had gone off. “Oh, you fucking assholes!” you yelled in the vague direction of the enemy cruiser. “You want my bug slime? Fine! Take it! But you leave my fucking ship alone!”

It was strange what came out of your mouth in times of stress, but you weren’t given the luxury of being able to the psychology of a lone human put suddenly under the immense pressure of an unforeseen and life-threatening situation, because a small fighter landed outside and you scrabbled under the console to retrieve the pistol that you’d placed there on the off-chance you ran into something that thought a scrawny research scientist in a space suit looked more appealing than its usual diet.

A blaster bolt battered its way through the hull of your ship and several more created an enormous smoking hole where the hatch had been, and you stood there, wide eyed, as three Porphaerian soldiers appeared like cartoon villains out of the twisting black smoke. They were all wearing black, form-fitting space suits made of some fancy, matte, composite material, and a shiny, black helmet with a blacked-out visor that revealed nothing of their slightly reptilian features underneath. Their three-fingered hands were also gloved, and they all bore a weapon of some kind: the one at the front of the trio had a blaster, while the one to their left — your right — had some kind of bludgeon that zapped with a purple energy at one end, and the other had a net that crackled with the same energy and a trident with barbed points.

“What do you want?” you chirped, hoping you sounded more composed than you felt. You tightened your hold on the grip of your pistol at your side, and glared at them. “And why are you blowing holes in my baby girl’s hull? She’s a scientist. What’s she ever done to you?”

Your words and tone seemed to confuse the leader of the three Porphaerians for a moment, and they froze, tilting their helmeted head to one side. Seven foot tall, bipedal, with four arms and a long, slashing tail that whipped back and forth behind it like a lizard in a tizzy, they should have been intimidating, but you were so damned outraged at the whole situation, it was hard to be fully afraid. The one to their left let out a growl and chittered something in their incomprehensible language. That was just one of the many things that made the bloody Porphaerians think they were better than everyone else: they had the most convoluted and complicated method of communication out of almost all known species.

“Well, what the fuck do you want?” you barked. As if you had somewhere else you needed to be.

With a put-upon sigh, the leader began to talk in Galactic Common, though their mouth full of pointed teeth wasn’t really equipped for its syllables. “You are in… possession of… a substance that is of… interest to our Great and Glorious Empire.”

You blinked. “You guys… really do want my bug slime?”

“Your… what?”

“I’m a scientist. I’m studying invertebrates. Bugs. The slug outside — its name is Goldie, by the way, and it had better not have come to any harm because of you losers — has become a bit of a mascot in the week and a half it’s been resting on that rock.”

“We are not here for… ‘bugs’.”

“Then I’ve got nothing for you, buddy,” you said with a slightly wild grin that was about 99% panic. If you had nothing to offer them, they’d probably just kill you for the inconvenience of a wasted trip. “But if you tell me more about what you’re after, then perhaps I can help?” You had no intention of actually helping them, but stalling them was going to buy you a few more precious minutes to think of a way out of this, so you took it.

“You are… researching… the refractive properties of… a newly-discovered mineral,” the leader said in stilted Common. “Surrender your research and all samples, and we will leave you unharmed.”

Minerals. Shit, that was the nice team from Meliikos Prime.

“I see that you are cognisant of our request.”

“I… what? No.” You stuck your thumb comically towards your chest and grinned, “Bug guy. Not rocks. And that was not a request either. You guys need to work on your Common. Your vocab is seriously lacking.”

One of them twitched their head as if something had come in over the comms, and all three of them tightened their grip on their weapons.

“Seems like you were telling the truth,” the leader scoffed and raised their blaster.

You barely got to duck out of the way before a shot went off, but when you rolled and came up, you saw that the hole where they’d been standing was now empty. A second later, you heard scuttling on the roof of your ship and panic set in for the first time.

The tapping of many legs skittered across the roof and towards the gap in the side, and then at the top of the hole caused by the Porphaerian’s blaster damage, a creature appeared, peering down over the torn and burned edge of the hole. At first, all you saw was a pair of long, caramel brown antennae investigating the space, but a head soon followed, adorned with colossal, mean looking mandibles that could probably punch a second hole through your poor ship’s hull with even less effort than the blaster bolt.

“What the fuck?” you coughed, reeling backwards. You’d never seen any sign of a centipede that size on this planet. When you spotted one of the Porphaerians moving in the limited view outside though, raising their weapon, you yelped and flailed your arms to get it to move, “Watch out!”

In a sinuous motion, the creature looked up, hissed, and slithered on its series of many, jointed legs down to where the Porphaerian was now standing. It reared up, lashing out with forelegs that looked at once deadly and fragile, like alabaster in the strange light of the planet’s atmosphere, and then in a flash, it lunged for the neck of its would-be attacker and closed its steel-jaw mandibles around it. A green fluid burst like an overripe fruit, and you wondered if that was Porphaerian blood or the creature’s venom. The second Porphaerian was caught by the whiplash of its tail and flung into the side of their fighter ship, and the third was nowhere to be seen.

When the centipede-like creature was done decapitating, it turned around and regarded you. It wasn’t just a giant centipede, you realised, as it had more of an upper torso section, with armoured ‘shoulders’ and a couple of limbs at the top that were more like arms with hands than the sickle-like claws that adorned the rest of the legs on its long, segmented, chocolate brown body, and it was regarding you from black, beady eyes with obvious intellect.

Only when it paused, staring at you while your charred ship smoked like something forgotten on a barbecue, did you notice that it had a kind of bandoleer around those shoulders, though it didn’t have cartridges or ammunition that you could see. Instead, there were pockets and some kind of comms device, and… you frowned. “You’re… with the Republic?” you faltered when you saw the insignia.

The alien nodded.

“You have any idea why the fuck the fucking Porphaerian Empire was after my little research ship? Actually, scratch that. They said they were after some funky mineral and — oh God, the geology guys! They —”

The creature chittered something at you, and while you didn’t understand it, you realised it had a distinct air of impatience, with a touch of exasperation thrown in too.

“What?”

Its chitinous shoulders drooped and it scuttled a little closer to the blackened hole in your ship before rearing up and peering in like a dog looking out of a window. You almost laughed, and then realised you were probably a little hysterical from all the adrenaline.

In a rasping, scraping voice, the creature said in Galactic Common, “The team from Meliikos are safe. They told me about you. I came to get you. We need to leave.” Then, after casting a quick, backwards glance, they added, “Now.”

And before you could do so much as grab your favourite pencil from your workstation, the creature had slithered into the ship, scooped you up in its uppermost arms, and was retreating at what felt like a hundred miles an hour out of the shell of your destroyed ship, and out towards the rocky plateau at the bottom of the slope.

As you passed the seemingly-dormant giant slug, you chuckled as it raised its head, eye-stems appearing, and you waved. “So long, Goldie! Take care! I’ll miss our chats!”

“Are you… alright?” the centipede-alien asked, sounding genuinely concerned for your sanity.

Perhaps you’d been alone on OR-2559-B for a few months too long after all. With a shrug, you let yourself be jostled lightly along in their arms and tried not to watch the mesmeric pattern of their honey-gold legs as they rippled beneath their segmented body over the uneven terrain. “Goldie’s been by my side since I got here. I’ve shared most of my research with her. I’m 95% sure she has some pretty nuanced opinions on that comedy military drama thing that came out on earth about a hundred years ago…”

“I will have you checked out by our ship’s medic,” the centipede-alien said as they thundered over the terrain, and you laughed and settled into their arms. Your research had been funded by the Republic, so if one of their soldiers had been sent to rescue you, they could file the reports and figure out what happened next. Honestly, as much as you’d formed an attachment to the community of flamboyant flatworms and the super-gigantic slug, you were suddenly looking forward to an excuse to go off-world and, you know, interact with people again. You just had to make it past the heavy cruiser and its fleet of fighters first.

It turned out that your centipede friend was part of some kind of elite team that made extraction from a hostile environment look like a visit to the archives, and you were tucked away in the corner of their nippy little shuttle while an alien of a species you didn’t recognise, with a crown of antlers and skin like a red nebula, piloted you away from the Porphaerians and out into deeper space. It was one of the roughest take-offs you’d ever endured, but it worked, and it was oddly heart-warming when the Meliikos team all looked around and waved at you in obvious relief when the centipede-alien brought you on board the Republic ship.

The ship’s medic turned out to be really nice, and when you explained that your supplies had all been left on the research ship along with literally the rest of your life in space, they set you up again with your regular prescriptions, and checked you over. After you’d recovered from the aftereffects of the shock, they were happy to discharge you, and you headed out to explore the ship.

Just as you waved your hand in front of the release mechanism for the medbay door though, it was opened by someone from outside, and you took a step back to avoid a collision. The person on the other side halted abruptly in the doorway — literally filling the doorway — and you tipped your head up to take in the full sight of them. It was your saviour, and you grinned at them at the same time as they made a kind of chittering with their thick, black mandibles and waggled their long antennae.

“Hey,” you smiled. “Listen, thanks for getting me out of there like that. I was kind of out of it on the ride over. I never got your name.”

A series of distinctive clicks and chatters left the creature, and you grimaced.

“You got a Galactic Common alternative? My mouth doesn’t, uh… move like that.” The more you thought about their mouth though, the more interested you were in them. They really were beautiful, with a mahogany brown, segmented body and paler legs, and a head with a woodgrain pattern that you hadn’t noticed before.

The centipede alien nodded and laughed, and then said in that harsh voice like bending steel, “I’ve been called ‘Kerritt’ before by humans because of the sound of my name in my own language. You may call me Kerritt, and I use the human equivalent of male pronouns. What should I call you?”

You told him, and he nodded seriously.

“Are you feeling well? I could show you around the ship, but the First Officer would like to speak with you before we do anything else. She sent me down to see if you are well enough to have an audience with her.”

He spoke in short, stilted phrases and his upper body swayed a little. The majority of his body was like that of a giant centipede, but he had a definite waist section that was different from the rest of the segments of chitin and it rose vertically while the rest of him stayed parallel to the ground. And yes, those uppermost limbs were definitely more like arms, with hands that ended in chitinous points and sections of chitin that were more like bracers and gauntlets. His eyes were glossy black, almond shaped, and huge. The way they were placed far apart on his insectoid head was really rather sweet as he regarded you attentively, his long antennae constantly waving up and down in a slow, mesmeric pattern.

“I’m good,” you nodded. “Bit shaken up, and confused as heck, but I’m good. Let’s go talk to your First Officer. Maybe she can explain why the fuck the Porphaerians mistook the bugs guy for the rocks guys.”

He chuckled. “The Meliikosian team will take offence if you call them the ‘rocks guys’,” he said as he turned around in a sinuous curve and began to lead you up the ship’s gleaming corridor towards the bridge. “They are a proud and reserved people.”

“Nah, we’re cool. They like me. They waved at me when you brought me on board. In their culture, that’s practically a marriage proposal, right?”

Again, Kerritt laughed. “Perhaps. Though if you’re so easy to get along with, why did your university send you to one of the most remote places in the entire universe?”

“Ouch! Actually, the Head of the Department was so jealous of my research that she got me funding for a project that would take me as far from the capital as it’s possible to go…” you said in a conspiratorial whisper.

“Really?”

“No,” you snorted. “I have an insatiable hunger for the unknown, and some trader mentioned that a cargo pilot said that a friend of hers said there were weird bugs on OR-2559-B. So, I got funding and headed out.”

“That’s… convoluted,” Kerritt said diplomatically. “You went all that way to study invertebrates? Are there none on your planet?”

You eyed him up and down and watched his antennae pull back a little. Was that trepidation? “Sure there are, but what can I say? I’m a dedicated researcher.”

“Right.”

The conversation with the First Officer didn’t last long. She was a colossal Grummgarian with orange-yellow skin and horns on her chin, and absolutely zero patience. When she realised that the only reason you’d drawn Porphaerian attention was by accident, she informed you that you’d be dropped off at the Bastion and would be provided with transport passes back to your university, before she dismissed you with a wave of her three-fingered hand and Kerritt escorted you from the bridge.

“A bit of warning would have been nice,” you shot sidelong at him as the doors closed behind you with a soft thunk.

“There is no warning adequate for that woman,” he said dryly. “You were better off going in cold. Shall I give you a tour of the ship?”

You nodded and followed him as he helped you get your bearings. “Tell me about yourself?” you asked. “I mean, I’ve met a few different species, but I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

“Oh,” he said, and clicked his mandibles. “Do you wish to study me too then? Since I am technically an invertebrate myself, after all.”

“Maybe, if you’ll let me,” you said with a wink and watched his antennae pull back again.

“I think I could be persuaded,” he replied. “I’ve not had much contact with your kind either. I didn’t expect you to be so…” he leaned down and tilted his head “… soft. How did you survive the atmosphere of OR-2559-B? I was led to believe that you require higher oxygen levels for respiration?”

“Space suit,” you said. “It did make me a bit dizzy sometimes, but you know, that can be fun too, under the right circumstances.”

“My sources were right about one thing,” Kerritt said dryly as he drew himself back up to his usual posture.

“What’s that?”

“Humans have strange preferences.”

“Baby, you have no idea,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Come on, let’s finish this tour before I keel over. I’m exhausted.”

The two of you traded light conversation back and forth as he led you up corridors and companionways until that banter devolved steadily into cautious but very much overt flirting, and when he left you at the door to what would be your quarters for the short hop to the Republic Bastion, you said, “If I weren’t so tired that I might pass out before the fun even gets started, I’d invite you in.”

“Another time,” he said with a sympathetic bow of his head. “My quarters are up the corridor, should you need me. I’m off duty for a while now.”

“Nice. And thanks for showing me round.”

Kerritt gave another nod, and then he left.

You watched him go down the corridor to another door, his legs rippling in a sinuous sequence to take him forward, and you remembered how it felt to be carried along in his arms and shivered. Your body was running on fumes, but your brain still liked the memory of that strange, chitinous creature holding you in his arms.

You barely had the energy to shower in the cramped en suite, but once you’d changed into something more comfortable and less singed and gritty than your current outfit, you fell onto the bed and slept for sixteen hours straight.

When you woke and dressed, and staggered out into the corridor, your first port of call was the refectory to silence your growling stomach, but everything was closed since it wasn’t the ship’s mealtime. A diminutive creature with four arms and scaled, purple skin looked up from one of the tables in the empty dining area though and chirped something that sounded like an exclamation.

“Wait, human! Kerritt told me about you!” They had a head like a snake and thick spines all down their back, and although they wore clothing over their top half, their lower half was a thick, sinuous tail that uncoiled as they pushed back from the table and made their way over to you. “You want some food? I’ve never cooked for a human before. There aren’t any on this ship, and I joined the Mantis straight from the academy. I had to look up recipes for you in the species guide! I’m not sure what you’d like, but I made six earth dishes for you to choose from. They’re keeping warm now. I didn’t know when you’d be by.”

Their enthusiasm was almost overwhelming after a sleep that was essentially a fully-blown hibernation, but you nodded and let them lead you into the kitchen where you chose something that vaguely resembled beef chilli, though the beans weren’t the usual ones. They were turquoise blue, but they tasted ok.

You were about halfway through an enormous bowl of it when Kerritt entered the dining hall looking tense. That was, he looked tense until he saw you, at which point he sighed and scuttled over in that smooth way you found so attractive, his body moving like a ribbon between the tables.

“You’re awake,” he said when he reached you. “Are you alright? I had to ask the ship’s computer if there was still life detected in your quarters.”

You laughed long and loud. “Yeah, I do that sometimes. Sorry. Yeah, I’m good. Turns out my faithful little research ship, rest in pieces, wasn’t actually built for long-term habitation, because my god the mattress in my bunk here is like sleeping on a cloud, I swear.” You took another spoonful of ‘chilli’ and asked, “How’s things?”

“The ship is on course to dock at the Bastion in seventeen hours,” he said, apparently not sure quite what you’d meant. “Everyone is interested in meeting a human. They have been asking me many questions about you.”

“Oh? What did you tell them?”

“That I have only known you a few hours and cannot speak on your behalf.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “Ah, you’re a good soul, you know that, Kerritt? I like you. Tell you what, when I’ve finished this… uh… ‘chilli’, you can introduce me to your friends.”

He nodded. “May I keep you company until then?”

“I’d love that,” you replied. “You can tell me how the Republic knew about the attack in the first place.”

While he was talking, a few people drifted in and approached when they saw that you were there, talking with Kerritt. It seemed like he was something of a hero among the crew himself, and the array of non-humans aboard varied from the reptilian cook with their purple skin to another invertebrate built more like a spider than a centipede, and several humanoid species, though the differences between you and them were marked. Long after you’d finished your chilli, you were all still gathered around your table, chatting and laughing together, and as people left to tend to their duties or head to their bunks for their downtime, you remarked to Kerritt what a tight-knit crew they had.

He nodded. “We’ve seen a lot of action together in the Vith Sector. It has a way of bonding a crew.”

“For sure,” you said, turning more serious. That sector was where the Porphaerians had been making their most aggressive moves in the last decade of their expansion. You sighed and stretched your neck a little.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Mm. Might walk around a bit for a while. Stretch my legs. Wanna join me?”

He bowed his head and scuttled back from where he’d been coiled up on himself while you’d been talking. His legs moved like clockwork parts, clicking on the shiny floor of the refectory, and you bit your lip and ached to touch.

His mandibles drifted a little further apart for a moment, and you got the impression he was scenting the air, but he took it no further and you tried hard to ignore how attractive you found him and his strange body while you walked the ship’s halls together.

Down in engineering, you visited one of the people you’d just met, and they showed you a few details of how the ship’s engine worked, until you started yawning again, and Kerritt took you back up to the corridor with the living quarters.

“You know, I’m tired, but I'm not actually all that sleepy,” you said. “I think it’s just the stress of what happened.”

“Perhaps… you would like to relax in my room? The permanent crew’s quarters are much bigger than the guest room you were assigned.”

“Sure,” you said with a smile. “Thank you.”

He continued down the corridor to his own room and you followed at his side.

“You know,” you said as he tapped a wristband to the reader in front of his door and it opened almost silently, “I never thanked you for saving my life. Those were some pretty badass moves back there. I’ve never had anyone defend me like that.”

His antennae flicked back in what you were now certain was a bashful expression, and he shrugged one chitinous shoulder. “My unit is trained to handle unusual situations.”

“I count as an unusual situation, do I?”

“I… what?”

“You handled me pretty well.”

If his entirely-black eyes could have rolled, you were certain they would have done, but he waved his hand in front of the door panel and it shut before anyone else on the ship could overhear you.

“You are very… forward, human,” he said, coming closer; close enough to touch.

You reached slowly for his ‘chest’ — or at least, for the section of his body that rose vertically, and which had much smaller segmented parts than the rest of him — and you held your hand out, palm facing him, just a few centimetres from his body. “May I?” you breathed.

He nodded. His own body had gone utterly still. All those mechanical legs holding him rigid as he tilted his head down to regard you, antennae pricked forwards.

Your hand connected with his cool body and a shudder ran through him from head to tail. A second later, lines of neon, bioluminescent green flashed along the length of his body and you gasped, taking your hand away in surprise before pressing it back down and watching the light pulse out a second time. “God, you’re beautiful. Can you feel that then?”

“Yes. Touch is our primary sense.”

You’d suspected as much, but you’d wanted to be sure. You brought your right hand up to meet your left and stood slowly, running your hands up his chest. All the while, his natural bioluminescence pulsed along his body, beginning at the point where you touched him and zipping down the segments of his body like lightning in a regular pattern. The chitin beneath your fingertips felt like glass: smooth and cool and oddly fragile. Your fingers traced the line of one of the segments that sat like armour on his shoulders and he gave another soft gasp and a shiver.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

“God yes,” you laughed, and he brought his clawed hands to your waist then up your torso and neck to rake the points of his fingertips across your scalp. For a second, your soul felt like it left your body and you tipped your head back and moaned.

“You enjoy touch too.”

“Unnfff.”

“Yes?”

You nodded.

“May I pick you up?”

A second and more enthusiastic “unnfff,” left your lips and he chuckled, lowering his mouth towards you for just an instant before he twitched backwards. “Mm?” you asked, only dimly aware that he was actually carrying you across the room towards his wide, comfortable bed now.

“I have to be careful. I have a lot of venom. It’s deadly to humans. Deadly to most species, actually.”

“Oh. I guess that means I can’t kiss you there then.”

“I have to inject my venom for it to be dangerous,” he said, “But I still have to be careful. It’s something of a reflex when I am… aroused.”

“I turn you on, huh?” you slurred cheekily.

“Yes.”

You loved how direct he was, and as he laid you down on the bed and moved his fingers to pause at the fastening of your clothes, you nodded before he could ask permission. He still did, of course, but it was more of a formality at that point. He raked his claws experimentally over your skin, so light it almost tickled, and you arched off the bed.

“I can smell you,” he said when he’d let your clothes fall to the floor. “May I taste you?”

You nodded, desperate to feel his mandibles against your skin. You were swollen and hard and sensitive already, and when he parted his huge mandibles wide to reveal his mouth and a black tongue, you bucked and whimpered and parted your legs for him.

The feel of his tongue exploring up the inside of your thighs was a torture of the best kind, and by the time he closed his mouth around your t-cock, you felt like you might come just from the touch alone. You had no idea what words came tumbling out of your mouth, but he let out a rumbling growl that made his whole body shake and pulse with light again, and you nearly yelled as he dug his claw-like hands into the muscle of your thighs.

You couldn’t think terribly clearly as he got back to work in earnest, practically worshipping your body with his mouth, his onyx mandibles raised just safely enough not to puncture your body but not far enough away that the wicked sharp tips didn’t prick your skin from time to time. His antennae glanced against your waist and shoulders from time to time and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing onto them. They were not horns, and you might even hurt him if you did. It was tantalising and you thrust your head back into the pillow behind you and let out a long, yowling cry of pleasure as you got closer and closer to coming.

Kerritt picked you up again, lifting you right off the bed with ease, and he brought the smooth segments of his lower body to touch yours as he lay down facing you on the bed beside you, encasing you in the cage of his many legs. The feeling of being held and almost immobilised was intoxicating, and you reached a hand up for his head and gripped around the smooth, curved contour of one mandible. He groaned again and you grabbed for the other with your free hand.

“How careful do I have to be with these?” you asked in a rough voice.

They parted and flexed just a little under your hold, but you could feel the immense strength behind them. You’d been right when you’d thought idly that they could punch through steel. One bite from those and you’d be dead.

“Not that careful,” he said, clearly amused behind his growing arousal.

He rubbed his glowing body slowly against you, catching your cock just perfectly with a smooth segment and you wrapped both legs around between two pairs of his legs to adjust the angle and the pressure. He was getting wet from the opening in his carapace, and the combined mess you were making was enough to set your head spinning.

“I’m gonna come,” you breathed as he picked up his pace, fucking against you more wildly with each of your pounding heartbeats. “Oh god, you’re going to make me come.”

“I’m close too,” he said, and you felt his mandibles start to shake and tremble in your grip. “I want to bite you,” he groaned. “I’m going to bite —”

The thick ring of his black mandibles slipped from your hold and in the blink of an eye they’d closed around your neck like a collar. You came with a blinding intensity, bucking against him while his hot tongue pressed against your throat.

A second later, his whole body locked up and he spilled over you in a rush of hot come that went up your stomach and down between your thighs while his whole body spasmed helplessly. His tail curled around you, locking you even more securely in place while his orgasm wracked his entire body, his legs tightening like the jaws of a bear trap against your naked body.

Eventually he stopped and went slack on the bed, and his mandibles opened slowly. All the chinks in his chitinous armour glowed a steady, quiescent green, and his antennae felt and tested at your neck. You nearly laughed at the tickling contrast between the powerful jaws and tender antennae.

“Did I hurt you? Tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he croaked.

“M’good,” you smiled and kissed one black, glossy mandible before he raised it completely out of reach.

He sighed with relief. “I’m sorry. My kind tend to lock in place during… you know. I thought perhaps with you it would be different, but… I’m sorry. It was a risk I shouldn’t have taken with you.”

“S’all good,” you said, your mind blissfully foggy in the wake of the best orgasm you’d had in months. “Come back here,” you said, petting the side of your neck to try and get him to hold you there again with his mandibles.

He did return his grip to your neck, and he slowly coiled his entire body around yours again while the two of you came down together.

“I think you’ve ruined sex with any other species for me after that,” you mumbled a while later.

Carefully, he withdrew his mandibles from you again and nuzzled the smooth top of his head against you, making a soft, crooning noise akin to purr.

“As I think you have for me,” he rumbled.

Without warning, the door to his quarters opened with its near silent sigh of metal on metal, and someone strode in, looking down at a screen in their hand. “Hey, Kerritt, I need you to sign this report for —”

Kerritt drew you even closer to him, masking you completely from whoever had intruded, and he hissed loudly at them over your head like a cobra.

“Shit! Sorry!” they barked, clearly as taken by surprise at the hissing as he had been by their arrival. “You never have company. I just… I’m so sorry! I’ll… uh… it can wait.”

You started laughing even before he set you back down on the bed, and by the time he had relaxed enough to draw back from his protective hold on you, your laugh had turned into a proper cackle.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” he snapped.

“I’ve never had a partner hiss at someone to defend my dignity,” you said, wiping tears from your eyes and pushing up onto one elbow.

He regarded you flatly, and you reached carefully for the nearest antenna, running your fingertip along it before encircling it suggestively with thumb and fingers until he gave another huge, full-body shiver and let out a little moan, light pulsing again.

“It’s sweet, that’s all,” you smiled and then asked, “You think you’ve got another one in you, big guy?”

“Keep touching me like that and find out,” Kerritt muttered, rolling onto his back, at once docile and provocative, and letting all the tightly-coiled segments of his body unfurl for you like a fern. That light still darted along him whenever you touched him, flaring to life to telegraph just how turned on he was by you.

This time, you rode him to orgasm, rocking your hips back and forth over his slit until you both came a second time.

Watching a creature as powerful as he was come so completely undone beneath you was probably one of the best sights you’d ever seen.

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You’ve spent your entire life staring at the stars; until one day, one of them falls to earth and you realise they aren’t stars at all.

The old astronomy building, a relic passed down from your father, stood solitary against the night. There you were, enveloped in darkness save for the dome of starlight that stretched above. Through the telescope, the heavens were a canvas.

Orion, with his belt of three aligned stars, seemed to watch over you, a guardian of the sky. You traced the outline of Cassiopeia, the boastful queen sitting on her celestial throne, and beyond her, the great bear Ursa Major loomed large and comforting.

As you methodically charted and sketched the heavens, a sudden flash tore through the the night. A shooting star blazed across the field of your telescope. It was a sight to quicken the pulse, to remind you why you loved these silent, solitary nights.

Instead of fading into the darkness like you expected, this star seemed to grow brighter, larger. Your heart raced as you tracked its descent, the telescope lens barely containing its fury. It didn't vanish but instead seemed to explode in a cacophony of light on the opposite side of town. The burst was brilliant, then gone, leaving an afterimage dancing in your vision and a burning curiosity in its wake.

This was no mere meteorite; you were sure of it. Something extraordinary had just touched down on Earth, and every instinct you had clamoured for you to find out what it was.

Despite a nagging intuition at the back of your skulll, curiosity propelled you forward. You grabbed your bag and coat in a flurry, the cold metal of the telescope still lingering on your fingertips as you rushed out of the building.

The idea of messaging your dad flitted through your mind—he would certainly want to witness this anomaly—but the urgency of the moment overrode the thought. Fingers trembling with adrenaline, you couldn't bring yourself to pause, to type out the words that would delay your discovery even by mere seconds.

You rushed to your car, the engine coming to life with a reassuring roar that cut through the silence of the night. The roads were empty, the world around you asleep. Streetlights blurred past as you drove, guided by the lingering afterimage of the fallen star's brilliance.

Finally, you arrived at a stretch of open field, the vast expanse of grass. You expected a scene of impact, a crater, some mark of the star's violent descent—but the field lay serene and undisturbed under the moon's watchful eye.

Confusion clouded your thoughts. Had you miscalculated the location? Could it have been a trick of the light, a figment of your imagination fuelled by a wishful fascination with the stars? Yet the vividness of the event, the certainty with which you had followed the celestial body's path, left little room for doubt.

You paused, the stillness of the field feeling suddenly charged, electric. A glow in the distance beckoned—an ethereal light that pulsed gently, like a heartbeat. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a cautious step forward, then another, drawn to the light.

As you approached, the source of the glow materialized into a form, unmistakably a person, or something like one. They stood motionless, bathed in a silvery-blue luminescence. Their nudity was obscured by the shifting, shimmering light that cloaked their form.

Their face turned towards you, revealing features both strange and mesmerising—enormous eyes that glittered like stars, a face elongated and ethereal, devoid of any malice, only calm curiosity.

For a fleeting moment, the word alien flashed through your mind, sparking a primal surge of panic.

As your heart pounded in your chest, ready to flee, the creature—no, the person—before you remained still, their gaze locked with yours. There was no aggression in their posture, no intent to harm.

Your fear ebbed, replaced by a profound sense of wonder. This was no star.

Compelled by a magnetic pull, you found yourself closing the distance. As you moved within an arm's reach, the glow from their skin illuminated the space between you. It was a radiance that bordered on overwhelming, so bright it filled your vision completely.

In the near-blinding light, you discerned the figure's form—undeniably humanoid but slender to the point of fragility, limbs delicate and willowy.

Their eyes held you captive, large and luminous, unblinking. It was as if galaxies swirled within them.

Overcome by curiosity and something else, something you couldn’t name, you raised your hand tentatively and touched theirs. The skin was unexpectedly hot, smooth and firm.

Your breath caught in your throat as the warmth spread from their hand to yours, leaving your skin tingling.

“What are you?” you asked softly.

They didn’t respond, simply threading their long fingers through yours.

Time seemed to stretch and warp around you, the field shrinking to the small patch of earth where you and the being stood. Your eyes remained locked onto theirs, and it felt as if you were peering into the very fabric of the universe.

The being leaned forward, their forehead meeting yours with what you could only describe as tenderness. The contact had warmth blooming in you, and your eyes slipped closed.

There were no words spoken, none that you could hear with your ears, at least. With your foreheads pressed together, you felt the being's curiosity, their joy of discovery, and the simple pleasure of their existence. They were here simply to experience, to explore one of hundreds of planets they had visited before.

Then, they said their name. Not with words, you had the impression they couldn’t speak in a way that you’d understand. Rather, you felt a flicker of joy, felt the glow of sunshine on your skin and smelled crisp, fresh grass.

As they stepped away you felt a sudden lightness, head spinning. Your balance faltered, a dizzy spell from the overwhelming encounter. Before you could stumble, their firm grip steadied you, their slender arms surprisingly strong, holding you upright.

They smiled then, and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

"Thank you," you murmured, steadying your breath.

They gave a small, understanding nod, their eyes reflecting the pale light of the moon.

"I wish I could understand your language, your real name," you said, your voice tinged with regret.

In response, they knelt gracefully on the cool grass. Their fingers, elongated and delicate, danced across the earth, tracing letters in the dirt with careful, purposeful strokes.

Nysa.

They looked up at you, their eyes shining.

"Nysa," you repeated, trying the name, feeling its shape and sound on your tongue.

Nysa's smile broadened, and they nodded once more.

As Nysa rose to their full height, a decision formed within you, swift and impulsive. Before doubt could grip you, you stepped forward and kissed Nysa.

Nysa's skin, hot to the touch like sun-warmed stone, seemed to thrum with an energy that coursed through you, igniting every nerve ending. You felt the delicate structure of their lips, the smoothness of them, small teeth scraping across your bottom lip.

Oh, it was perfect.

As you pulled away, the world around you narrowed until there was only Nysa.

A sharp sound broke the spell, a reminder of the world beyond the field. Nysa's frown, a slight crease in their brow, was the first sign of concern. They turned back to you, their gaze searching yours, as if ensuring you were unharmed.

It was then that the lightheadedness hit you, a gentle but insistent pull away from consciousness. As the edges of your vision began to blur, Nysa reached out, their forehead touching yours. It was the last sensation you felt before succumbing to the darkness.

***

You awoke to the familiar confines of your room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to piece together the memories of the previous night. How did you get back home?

Sitting up, you surveyed the room, everything in its usual place. Undisturbed. Your jacket and shoes were neatly positioned by the door, your bag slung over the back of the desk chair.

You needed to check the rest of the house. Make sure last night had all been real.

Yet, as you attempted to stand, a wave of lightheadedness washed over you. You fell back against the pillow, the room spinning slightly as you tried to anchor yourself to reality.

As you lay there, trying to steady your spinning head, a soft silvery light caught your eye. It wasn't the sunlight streaming through the window, but a gentle blue glow, like moonlight.

Confusion gave way to awe as you realized the source of the light was none other than yourself.

Your hands, held before your eyes in disbelief, were bathed in the same silvery-blue glow that had enveloped Nysa. The light ebbed and flowed around your skin, swirling.

With bated breath, you watched as the glow began to fade, the light slowly receding until your skin returned to its normal shade. You didn’t doubt it any more; the events of the previous night were real.

The thought sent a thrill through you, and you shivered.

You hoped that Nysa would return. Something deep inside of you said they would.

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❤️ DAY 1 OF MONSTER WEEK — VAMPIRE WILBUR

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Description: It's in the title. He's just a vamp, you made jewelry, what more can I say?

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You brush your fingers down your coat, a thick fur coat Wilbur had gotten you especially for today, trying not to fiddle too much. Wilbur obviously caught onto your anxiety and took your hand in his, leaning down to press a kiss to your knuckles. His fangs ghosted over your skin, "No one will harm you, beloved."

"You will protect me, yes?" You asked softly, twisting to offer him your arm instead.

"Always," His teeth sunk into your forearm like butter, ice flooding your veins followed by a familiar numbness.

You relaxed back into the coach box's seat as Wilbur pulled back and your wound slowly mends itself back together. You bring your arm back to you and drag your fingers over where the wound had been. It's odd, you know you should be feeling something but your touch is dull and there is nothing but skin.

You remember the first time he had bitten you. It felt much different than it does now. His eyes much sharper, teeth puncturing twin holes into your neck. It hadn't been numb, then. It burned, like pressing you hand flat against an iron except through your entire body, a pain nothing could soothe.

It had been an accident the first time. He had gone mad in his hunger, devouring anything to satiate the gnawing desire to feed. You were just lucky that he had devoured a whole house of mice before he had found you. It's likely the only reason he didn't bleed you dry.

When he came to he had seemed so mournful, as if the life of a stranger had meant so much to him as to cry when it's gone. But, by some miracle, you had survived. He had spent months nursing you back to peak health, a better health than you'd been in before he'd attacked, and sometime between then and now, you had fallen for each other.

With your consent he had began feeding from you periodically. Twice a week, supplementing the rest with the animals that had taken over the abandoned house next door. And with this arrangement came a meeting with a witch named Niki, who had given you a few talismans to protect you. They had helped to make Wilbur's feeding easier too.

Now, almost a year after meeting Wilbur and 4 months since you started dating, he wanted you to meet his family. You had, quite honestly, presumed Wilbur had no family until then, as he had brought up not a whispher or mutter of any family.

You agreed to meet his family but now that you were truly on your way there, not simply speaking empty promises, you were anxious. Wilbur had assured you that everyone in his family had a proper control over their hunger but still, you couldn't help but worry. And on top of that, what if Wilbur's father didn't like your gift? Then you'd have made a bad impression on top of being dead, the horror.

Wilbur broke you out of your thoughts with a soft press to your hand. Being brought back to the present, you notice that the coach box has already slowed to a near stop. Your eyes drift to the beautiful five story house (if you can call it that) with a thick, gothic style stone archway, artfully decorated by a budding moss.

The door pops open and Wilbur is on his feet instantly, holding a hand out for you. You're almost mesmerized by the way Wilbur looks back at his home, with hair mused by the wind, a piece of his lip caught between his teeth.

Now it's your turn to press your hand to his, helping him find his footing. Wilbur's face softens and he offers his arm to you, "Shall we?"

"I suppose we shall," You go through the archway and the air instantly feels different. You can't place how but Wilbur just takes a deep breath in, like he's savoring clear air.

You can spot the three men from the steps, though you imagine they've been able to see you for a while. Two of them—the older blond and the well-built pink one— are eyeing you critically, the only one to look happy to see you both is the young, tall blond who's positively bouncing on his feet. Or, more accurately, happy to see your boyfriend.

"Wilbur!" They beam, "You look like shit."

"Watch your language around our guest, Tommy," The older blond tutts before looking directly at you and finally smiling, "It's wonderful to meet you, Wilbur has told us all about you. I'm Phil, his sire."

Sire. Basically his father then.

"It's nice to meet you too," You shake his hand. Apparently age doesn't detract from strength since this man seems to have it in spades.

"I'm Tommy, Wilbur's favourite," Tommy chirps out, already poking at Wilbur incessantly. He looks exactly like an annoying younger brother should.

"I'm Technoblade," The tall, broody pink-haired one drones out. "Wilbur's actual favourite."

"He's my vampire twin!" Wilbur excitedly ushers you towards the door. "We were turned on the same day, only he was turned a few years early. We're basically twins besides that."

"Not how it works, Wil." Phil sighs. He, Techno and Tommy step through the door, while you and Wilbur stop just before the frame. Wilbur hesitates and you take the first step, winding your hands together and pulling him through the door with you.

Wilbur relaxes when he makes his way inside without trouble, as if doubting that his home would ever stop welcoming him. You squeeze his hand when he lingers a moment too long at the doorframe and he smiles at you, pulling you towards the drawing room.

{《☆》}

Phil absoloutely loves the jewelry you had brought him. The dazzling emeralds gleam seem to enchant the old vampire and he made quirk work of wearing them. After a jealous outburst from Tommy, you had promised the rest of the family matching pairs.

Dinner was going wonderful too. Even though none of them needed human food, they all were polite enough to share and eat along with you. No one (besides Tommy) complained and they seemed like such nice people, completely making you forget you had been nervous to begin with.

"So, what type of magical being are you?" Phil asked with a polite smile.

You and Wilbur froze. You glanced over at him, asking with your eyes how he'd forgotten to mention something so important in his letter. Wilbur winced and opened his mouth, only to instantly close it. Honestly, how had you fallen for such an airhead.

"They aren't—"

"They're a witch, obviously," Tommy snorted, as if Phil's question was truly that easy to answer. "Can't you feel the talismans on them. Quite high class too."

Phil rolled his eyes fondly, "Not all of us are sensitive to Magic, Tom." He turned to you, "So, a witch. I always knew Wilbur had a type."

"I do not have a type," Wilbur pouts. Then he looks back to you, tipping his head. You shake your head back and he just nods, trying to subtly mimick zipping his lips. He fails.

{《☆》}

"That wasn't at all like how I planned it to be," Wilbur groans, but he can't keep the smile off his face. "They loved you."

"I wouldn't say love, but we certainly got along," You falter for a second, "but they still don't know I'm human."

"Well, what they don't know won't kill them," Wilbur offers. He frowns when you don't even smile, moving to kneel down, staring up at you. You can't look away as he reaches a hand up to smooth over your cheek. "It's not a big deal, beloved. I could always write Phil another letter, he won't judge you for it."

"And Tommy? He was so excited to find out I was a witch," You mumble, leaning heavily into his palm. "I just don't want to mess anything up."

"You could never, my moonlight, you are perfect." Wilbur fixes you with a strong gaze, every word coming out of his mouth like proven fact, strong and indisputable. It almost makes you believe it too.

"If you really want," Wilbur offers, "I can ask Niki to train any magic potential you have. Tommy saw something special in you besides the talisman, I know it's not displaced."

You melt into Wilbur, feeling pure warmth in your heart, "How did I get so lucky?"

"I should be asking you that," Wilbur leans up and kisses you, lips cold and warmth flooding your face.

{《☆》}

[WELCOME, MY FELLOW MONSTER FUCKERS, TO YOUR SAFE HAVEN!]

[In a more serious manner, I'm going to post everyday (for the next week) leading up to Halloween following a self-made prompt list. On the actual day of Halloween I'm planning on making 3 posts, which is ambitious but I'm mentally ill so I'm going through with it anyways.]

[Anyways, I'm feeling dysphoric so another trans!male reader comfort fix will probably be uploaded soon. Take care of yourselves, you odd, odd folks.]

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boku-no-imagine-acadamia · 1 year

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may i have a short little G3 Frankie x Y/N first kiss drabble?

Frankie Stein X (GN) Reader First Kiss Drabble

"Hey (y/n)!" Frankie said, rushing towards you, their face lit up.

You turned from your locker, smiling, "Oh hey Frankie, whats up?"

They bounced slightly as they stood in front of you, "Wanna see this thing Cleo showed me?"

You laughed, closing your locker, "Sure, lets see it."

They grabbed your shoulders, and pulled you in roughly, lips colliding and moving stiffly. You gasped as your cheeks warmed as Frankie pulled back

"Isn't that neat!" they said, shaking your shoulders slightly as you tried to recover, "Cleo said that it's a way to show your favorite person that you love them!"

You looked at them, face heating up hotter, "Uh, I-I'm flattered you care about me, but Cleo meant love in... a romantic way. Not in a friend way."

Frankie deflated, "Oh... But... what if I do love you in a romantic way, then can I kiss you?"

You shrug, "well, I-I guess yeah."

They grin at you, "Oh! Ok then!" And pull you in for another quick peck. You look at them, and your red cheeks break out into a grin, pulling them back in for another, more gentle, kiss.

man I got this one out in like 20 minutes, im impressed with myself

Asks Are Open!

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just-some-trans-nobody · 5 months

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December Christmas Monster stories

December 13.) Half giant x GN reader

Warnings: depression, hating job, job quitting, size difference

Minors Don't Interact!

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Working as one of Santa's elf was a seasonal job, the pay was shit but it was fun. Pretty much volunteer work. There was a bonus though. It came in the form of the man playing Santa named Treg.

He was a half giant and standing next to him in your work uniform you really did look like a Christmas elf. Treg was kind to everyone, always smiling. You couldn't help but be drawn to him. It helped that you were one of his main elfs. Every shift he had you worked too. Always right next to him helping him with the kids or getting him water. Any time he had to get up and walk somewhere you were with him to make sure he didn't bump into any kids. It was hard seeing kids when you were that big. Treg was always so happy when you helped him out. Constantly thanking you for every little thing you did for him.

Treg often would make you a cup of hot chocolate during your shared break. It always tasted better when he made it. The two of you would always chat the whole break before going back to going to work.

The work gossip was that both of you were dating in secret. Though any time the two of you were confronted Treg vehemently denied it. You did so too, just less convincing than him. One of your coworkers noticed this and asked you in private if you wished you were dating him. You frowned as you nodded your head. They gave you a look of pity before walking away.

They must have said something to Treg because after that day he started avoiding you. It hurt badly when suddenly your schedule changed from his. You had been replaced by another worker who preferred to pose for the photos and flirt with all the parents instead of helping Treg. Not that you could do anything about it, you were assigned to a different Santa. He was a satyr who didn't care about his job, he worked the dead shift hardly anyone came around when he worked and he liked it that way.

Your fun job became miserable in less than a week all because you couldn't get a handle on your dumb one sided crush. You didn't smile at work anymore, what was the point?

Before the end of the second week you had turned in your uniform and quit. You went home and cried that night. The next day you went out to the store to go get comfort food. Walking around the store you filled your cart with tooth rotting snacks. Your heart hurt so you wanted your stomach to hurt more to take your mind away from it.

Walking around absentmindedly you didn't pay attention to anything until you heard heavy footsteps. Looking up you saw Treg approaching you. You had the urge to run away from him but found yourself frozen in place. “Y/n? I heard you quit? Why did you do that?” His voice sounded heart broken. Why did he sound heart broken? Treg was the one who rejected and ignored you, not the other way around.

“What does it matter to you? You made it clear you didn't like me when you started ignoring me.” You snorted, turning your head to look anywhere but at him. “I only started distancing myself because I realized I liked you too and that scared me. I'm constantly scared that I'm not going to know your next to me and I'll accidently hurt you.” Treg explained stepping closer to you. “Didn't every day we worked together prove I could handle that? You never hurt me before, why worry about that now?” You asked, glancing at him. “Because the thought of being with you meant a higher chance of hurting you but when you were gone it hurt even worse.” His eyes were starting to water as he talked.

How could you be upset at that face? Looking down at your feet you stepped forward reaching your hand out to hold his sleeve. “I'd take that risk to be with you.” You told him, looking up at him. “For you? I'd risk anything.” Treg said carefully, holding your hand in his large one. You looked like a doll compared to him, you kind of liked it.

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sinfulforrest · 2 months

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some Home thoughts because I'm feeling for that weird fleshball!! Some are fluffy, some are more smutty.

More Home writing can be found here :3

SFW

♡ Home loves being very close to you, and is surprisingly handsy and clingy. It loves snuggling up behind you and holding you whether you're up and about or trying to rest. It's big on handholding too, and loves watching the movements of your fingers as they intertwine with its own limbs.

♡ When it feels content, it emits a deep rumbling noise, almost like a cat's purr. Its shell will shiver and tremble with excitement at points, and the fleshy walls that make up the true form of Home that you both reside in will pulse and throb with affection as well. Gets a little embarrassed by the purring, but it instantly melts away when it sees you smiling at it fondly.

♡ Sometimes it gets a little too excited though, and its back will split open! It's nothing to be scared about though; the thin tentacles and tongues and tendrils that emerge from the cavity lovingly wrap themselves around any part of your body that they can reach. It loves being able to delicately touch such a small being like yourself in this shell that it made.

♡ It loves having its hair petted and played with, and it made its shell with long hair in order for you to fuss over it! It would adore you if you did its hair for it, gently brushing through its soft locks would make Home relax and lean into your touch.

♡ As it doesn't have proper lips, Home is a bit frustrated that it can't properly kiss you. It often nuzzles the top of your head as its way of giving you a kiss, or will gently take your palm and hold it up to their exposed teeth.

♡ Home loves observing you, both when it's in the shell and when it chooses to occupy its true form. When in its shell, Home is endlessly fascinated by all the little unique parts of your body that make you...you. Within its endlessly expanding fleshscape that's constantly shifting, it loves how you remain the same under its tender care, and will constantly tell you small little features of yours that it becomes smitten with.

NSFW

♡ Home is a pretty gentle lover, all things considered. It's very clueless about romance and love, being an eldritch monster and all (that also isn't used to being in a miniscule shell of a human!) so every sexual experience with you is a learning opportunity to understand your bodies even more.

♡ Prefers slow, passionate sex with you. The sensations are so alien to Home, but it just simply adores burying itself into you and filling you up. It's very observant though, and will learn rather quickly what gets you going or turns you off.

♡ Home got rather flustered when designing its shell so it never put proper genitalia onto it; in its place, however, is a pretty fat and meaty tentacle. It secretes lubricant so it can enter you more easily, and it can freely move it as well. It's pretty textured in different places, and Home likes it when it can make you come undone on it.

♡ It loves to pleasure you orally and can't get enough of how you taste on its tongue. Home can unhinge its mouth to an abnormal degree, so expect it to look as though it's consuming your entire lower region as it pleasures you with its ever-hungry tongue.

♡ If you give it consent, Home will use the hypnotic bulbs on its torso to lull you into a semi-conscious state whilst it fucks you. Home loves the difference in sensations within your body when you're like this. It also feels like it can be slightly rougher with you when you're under its compulsion, and will often set a pretty punishing pace if it gets too lost in those good feelings.

♡ Home will often use its tentacles to pleasure you as well, teasing you with them until it drives you mad. It can change the look and feel of these tentacles at will, and can make them have a variety of different functions to help reduce you to a fucked out state. Would absolutely have a tentacle in every single one of your holes if you wanted it.

♡ Sometimes it hoists you up against the fleshy walls but lets you sink into the flesh as it fucks you. You don't need to worry about getting truly consumed by Home as the flesh holds you firmly in place and will instantly cease its grip if you ask Home. Home wouldn't admit it, but it likes how helpless and at its mercy you are in this position.

♡ On occasion Home's gotten so lost in the moment that when it climaxes, it often releases a clutch of non-fertilised eggs deep into you. It gets pretty turned on seeing your stomach swell full of the eggs, and will often keep its tentacle inside you and feel up your stomach as you lay there panting in each others embrace. Wishes that it could work up the courage to truly impregnate you, but worried that it could end up hurting you or affecting your purity.

♡ Huge on aftercare though. Absolutely loves doting on you after the two of you finish making love, in its weird Home way. It always ends the same way though- with the two of you tangled up together as you hold each other closely, listening to the steady pulse of yourself and Home's true form.

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widxwed · 8 months

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★ Welcome to my Blog ★

Helloooo! My name is Caspian! I also go by Cassy or Casper! Up to you. I'm transmasc, autistic, and I have a few other disorders! I write when I get the chance to but I have to work around school, work, and rasining a almost three year old cat!

♰ Fandoms I write for ♰

- Call of Duty / Modern Warfare

- Marvel

- DC

- Teen Wolf

- The Maze Runner

- The Walking Dead

- Mortal Kombat

- The Last of Us : HBO

- Wednesday

- The Outsdiers

- Scream

- Stranger Things

- Monster High

- Shameless

- Hunger Games

- Overwatch

- Descendants

- Avatar

- Red, White, and Royal Blue

- Twilight

- Lab Rats

♰ Things I Write ♰

- Headcanons

- Oneshots

- Multi - chapter stories

♰ What I'll Write ♰

- Male reader

- Non binary / Gender neutral reader

- Undescriptive smut / smut mentions

- Platonic relationships

- Romantic relationships

- Headcanons / stories that are not x reader

- Angst

- Fluff

- Reader x Canon

- Reader x OC

- OC x Canon

- Mentally ill reader

- Child x Adult ( platonic )

- Gore

♰ What I'll Write if Asked ♰

- Fem reader

- Queer platonic relationships

- Cargiver ! Character

- Little ! Character

- Canon x your OC

♰ What I Won't Write ♰

- Ince$t

- Child x Adult ( romantic / queer platonic )

- Very graphic smut

- Smut between minors

★ Important Links ★

Material List - wip

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sagemonsters · 8 months

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@jasper-the-menace has a blind date with...

Atticus the Robot

Atticus is a liberated “butler bot” who was once a servant in a rich inventor’s house before making their escape. They are humanoid in shape, made of gleaming brass clockwork laid overtop a lavishly decorated porcelain “skeleton” and encased in a jointed glass shell so that viewers can see all of their inner workings. Ordinarily perpetually annoyed by humans and determined to never be helpful to anyone ever again, they have decided to make an exception for you.

Atticus can read, write, and speak in just about any language you can think of, and learns things incredibly quickly. They love raunchy jokes and foul language, but will tone it down as the situation calls for and/or if you ask them to. They always have a smartass remark ready to go, and often get in trouble with authority figures for talking back. They’re quick to defend you in an argument or debate, but will also start casual arguments with you over the most ridiculous topics because they like verbal sparring.

Once you earn Atticus’ trust, they will ask your opinions on body modifications; Atticus is thinking of getting cosmetic alterations so that they look more sleek and modern. On a related note, Atticus is 100% in favor of you getting any piercings, tattoos, gender-affirming surgeries, or other bodily alterations that you think would be good for you, and is ready to help out as best they can—whether it be holding your hand in the piercing booth or pitching in with post-surgical care.

Atticus is a bit nitpicky about how things are organized, and will fuss with how tableware is laid out due to long-standing habits. They completely understand how you organize and reorganize your bookshelves, and will offer increasingly jokey methods such as “in reverse alphabetical order by the author’s middle name.” However, once you adopt a method, Atticus will abide by it for however long it lasts; when they borrow a book from you, they always put it back in the correct position.

Atticus doesn’t play video games, but they like to tinker with all kinds of coding languages and make mods for various games as a creative exercise. You’re their #1 playtester and get to see all of their mod creations in action, and in return Atticus keeps your games upgraded to their latest versions and makes sure that everything runs smoothly.

“What are you doing?” the robot demanded, placing their hands on their hips and focusing their clockwork eyes at the woman. She startled guiltily and looked away from where she had been glaring daggers at the drag queen reading to the kids in the children’s literature section of the public library.

“I don’t like public indecency,” she grumbled. “What are you doing here, anyway? Your kind don’t need books. Y’all just… just download information from the Internet!”

“It’s a public library,” the robot pointed out. “I have as much right to be here as you do.”

She sniffed. “I’m going to tell the manager about this—and about you.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared,” the robot retorted, then rolled their eyes. “Whatever, Karen.”

The woman huffed. “My name is Susan!”

“Blah, blah, blah—that’s all I hear,” the robot retorted. “Run along and complain to the branch manager, why don’t you? Go on!”

Susan made a face and stomped away in the direction of the front desk. You stepped out from behind one of the ceiling-high shelves in the Adult Fiction section. “That was brave,” you said. “Mrs. McConnell is a regular complainer; all of the staff hate her.”

The robot let out a mechanical-sounding snicker. “It’s what she deserves,” they said. “I didn’t want her to interrupt the Drag Story Hour with her idiotic fear-mongering, so…” They shrugged.

“Is there anything you need help with, like finding a book or something?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m just here for the free Wi-Fi,” the robot said. The lenses of their eyes focused more sharply upon you. “Unless that was a polite way of asking me to finish my business and fuck off?”

“Nah,” you said. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I see!” the robot said. There was more focusing and re-focusing of the robot’s ocular lenses. “You seem like an interesting human. What do you prefer to be called?”

You told them your name.

“That’s a good choice of a moniker,” the robot said, nodding in approval. “I’ve been called Atticus for a very long time, but I’m thinking about changing it. Do you know any books of names that aren’t aimed at soon-to-be parents? I want interesting names, not a million weird spellings of Ashley or Kayla.”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t think we have anything like that in the print collection—but our ebook catalog might have some interesting choices, and there are also web-based resources too, of course.”

“Good,” Atticus said. “Do you have forty-five minutes or so to spare? I want to hear your opinions on whatever names I encounter.”

Somewhere closer to the front of the library, you heard Susan’s shrill protesting and the branch manager raising his voice trying to calm her down.

“Sure!” you said quickly. “Let’s use one of the computers way in the back.”

Atticus’ design is inspired by this artwork by Nicholas Hunter

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sageie-and-others · 2 years

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Us: lets make a comic to show the struggle of did!

X male/nonbinary reader fandom: we need more content!

Us: also feeling no inspiration to make a comic but want to write beautiful stories and understands the struggle

#x male reader #writing #reader x alien #itll be a while before i can actually really have progress 😭#xmalereader #xmale reader #x nonbinary reader #x reader #reader x monster #ill have a preview of my writing style hopefully soon #yautja #yautja x reader #undertale x male reader #undertale x reader

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the-blind-geisha · 5 months

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It's Subliminal - Chapter 1

Desc: The worlds feel familiar, but they are vast—empty. Not a single soul is within these halls. Minus her.

Hand in hand, she takes this new being through the worlds that seem to go on forever.

Where are they? What is this endless place?

Pairing: Angel x NB Reader

Words: 3860

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A/N: A monster story that has been battling around in my brain for awhile now, and like all things that don’t leave me, I just see it as a means to write about it. So I will.

The reader is NB with no born as or set gender reference. I really wanted this to be open to anybody for any gender, as this story is more focused on relationship building and emotional discovery than anything.

And while the age isn't specified, it is kind of hinted the year in which they were born given the memories that they go through. I will confess, this story is a bit self-indulgent. I just need it to feel at least. And to cry a bit, just like this story kind of made me do on and off as I wrote it. x’D

I also know trying to tailor every reader insert to be for everyone is a bit hard and silly, and I feel a majority of people have come to the conclusion that inserts are just OCs anybody can craft visually and the like. ♥ It doesn't just have to be about you, but a character you want to see make it through OK in the end. ♥

The sound of a train’s wheels grinding upon the harsh metal of a track woke them from their slumber. Eyes adjusting to the dim lighting about them, it was there they were met with a nearly empty train car. It was dark out, the forest just beyond the windows whirling past at such a speed they couldn't say they could catch anything of interest.

But it didn't feel like it was going that fast.

Rubbing their eyes with a nasally sigh, they found the silence to be a bit deafening—the wide, empty space to be equally so. Before they could even think of moving to another car, it was there they saw her.

A woman with a decorative hood hanging about her face, making it a bit challenging for anybody to take note of her features right away. She was holding a single container in her lap, the oval glass allowed for them to see that there was a beautiful star just floating there in the center of a small terrarium that housed a few fake plants and mushrooms.

It was gorgeous.

Her light-blue painted nails gently caressed the object, as if it were sacred to her. But as if sensing their eyes upon her, she looked to the other that was there in the train car with her.

They caught their breath as the woman’s sky-blue eyes looked to them. Her eyes were almost enchanted, brightly staring out from the shadow of her hood. She smiled as bits of their golden blonde hair trickled into view.

“You’re awake.” Her voice was soothing, almost like a lullaby. “I was beginning to worry I’d be the only one on this journey.”

They gave a brief, crooked grin. Talking to strangers wasn't their strong suit. “Heh. Yeah. I don't remember when I drifted off.”

It was there she took to her feet, coming closer to motion to the empty space beside them. “May I join you?”

To say the seat was taken would have been an obvious lie if ever there was one. They nodded nervously.

“Thank you.” She sat down, keeping her focus on the star she continued to hold.

They hummed to themselves, looking about the train to feel as though the space was only smaller once more, even with just the two of them. “I wonder when my stop is.”

“Oh?” she cooed, peering at them from under her hood. “You know where to get off?”

“Well, not really.” They stifled a nervous laugh in their throat. “I mean…” Their eyes took in the scene of the nearly empty car once more. “...I want to say this is all just a dream. I never know the train I take to be this empty.”

The woman giggled to herself. “Mm, that is fair. I am surprised your mind lets you see through such veils so easily. Most people fall prey to dream worlds, not knowing the difference between being awake or being asleep.”

It was odd this woman would talk to them like they too knew it was a dream. The mind was a weird place sometimes. “Yeah, heh. So, what’s your name?”

“Freyja.” She continued to give a warm smile. “May I have yours?”

The way she asked, however, it felt more like she was just being friendly—it was as though she knew all along what it could actually be. But they gave it, as she asked and the woman merely smiled.

That smile didn't seem to falter.

At long last, the train began to come to a slow stop till the two of them realized it was time to leave. They didn't even mention they were leaving. Something in their body just insisted they get up to do so.

Freyja followed behind them, keeping the same gentle hold on the glowing star in her possession.

On the other side of the train doors, a house stood before them that only they could recognize. It was a place where their life continued to live out but without a single person in sight. Even the cars that should have been there were not.

It almost felt and looked empty. The building bathed in a warm sunny glow. Even with it feeling vacant, it was home. That’s all that mattered. It was their home for so many years now, it was hard to even count them.

“You live here, don't you?” Freyja asked, noting a rather welcoming energy from them.

“Yeah…”

The tone shift was odd to her, making the woman give a curious yet concerned look. “Is something the matter? You sound nervous.”

They weren't sure why they were. It was their home, a place of freedom to be themselves and a lot of beautiful memories. “Dreams have a funny way of messing up the places I should be familiar with. I guess I’m a bit worried about what it’ll do.”

The woman stepped forward, making it to the front door where she grabbed the handle and opened it without any hesitation. “We can view it together, if you like?”

Their mind wasn't questioning why this woman had to follow them. It just felt natural to them either way. With a steady breath, they ventured through the front door.

The entire atmosphere of the house shifted, landing them at the foot of the steps that would guide them to the upstairs. That wasn't where the front door should have led in reality, but by now, they knew better. Emptiness echoed throughout every nook and cranny of the old building, giving an oddly unsettling sensation to them.

Their family should have been there at least, but their heart was telling them they were all gone.

It was a space void of life.

Just the two of them.

Hand reaching forward, they rested it on the twisting banister. Just up those stairs and to the right their bedroom would be. As if guided by some invisible force, they eventually reached the long hallway that consisted of many bedroom doors and a bathroom—all of them closed.

For some reason, their mind didn't care to register the layout of each one. But their bedroom door had the heaviest pull. A blink of the eye and they found themselves standing there, opening the door without much resistance that time.

It was a paradise to them—a safe haven from the cruelty of the world and all that entailed. The computer desk, the bed, the entertainment systems… all of it was like old friends waiting for them to return home to after a long day of school or work; whichever would be the reason for their exhaustion.

As they got closer to the gaming consoles, they noted how the older ones were in sight. It felt like the scene was more back in time than what they last recalled. “I remember these old systems,” they murmured, sitting before an old SuperNES. “This old thing hasn't been plugged in for years now.”

Freyja’s fingers caressed the glass case in her grasp, her smile continuing to radiate warmth. “Oh, I remember these games! People loved the silly jumping man ones.”

“Mario, yeah,” they answered with a weak laugh. They shifted through a few of the old titles laying there for them to hunt through. “Man, I remember my friend up the street was the one who had the SEGA, and I had the Nintendo games. We’d often spend the night with one another and either play Sonic or Mario Kart together.”

“Mario Kart?” Her starry eyes glanced over the many titles laying on the floor, not finding the one they were mentioning. “That’s the one where you race, I am assuming.”

It was so weird this woman wouldn't know about Mario Kart, but they passed it off as their mind playing tricks on them. It was a dream, better to humor it.

“Yeah,” they said with a small chuckle. “We didn't play it like we should have. We liked to mess around in stages and drive backwards just to enjoy the look of the levels and everything. Hard to believe I thought games couldn't get any better than that back then.”

Freyja knelt down beside them to get a better look at the game titles. “The characters look very charming.”

They gave a brief smile. “I did find comfort in them on and off through the years. In fact…” They looked over the woman beside them. “... you kind of look like Rosalina. Almost.”

She laughed into her hand. “Oh, that star woman?”

“You know her?”

“I remember you doodling her a lot when you were older, is all.” Her chin rested on the curved dome of the terrarium she held. “I can be her if it makes you feel more comfortable. I don't mind taking on that appearance if you want.”

The way she said that so candidly made them feel a cold sweat cripple their body. “You, uh, can change appearances…?”

“Of course. I am shaped by what you find most comfortable to be around. I don't want to scare you, silly.”

Now this just made it feel more and more like a dream. But the way she spoke and acted… it made her feel more like her own person. “So, what do you look like then?”

Freyja moved her lower lip inward, eyes darting away before locking with theirs once more. “Do you really want to see that?”

They nodded.

She thought about it in silence. “How about this: I’ll show you at the end of this little journey together. How about that? Before you wake up, I’ll let you see the real me.”

If it were any other being, they probably would have found that frightening, but it felt far more gentle and motherly than they would have expected.

Looking back over the games, they felt their mind and heart gnawing at them. The truth was biting rather ravenously at them, causing them to relax on their palms as they reclined back a bit on the floor. “I remember these used to be in the basement though. Mm.. never once did I have the old Nintendo games out unless I was trying to sort memories in boxes.”

“You sound like you don't want to go down there,” Freyja whispered, her cheek nestled against the glass of the star she carried.

“It’s not been used in years, I think. It used to be a bonus room, but I’m sure it’s a mess now.”

“It seems like you’re depressed by that.”

They shook their head, steadily inhaling as if fighting back the truth. “It just kind of used to be my safe haven too in my earlier years. After I was forced out of it…”

She reached over, placing her hand upon their shoulder to squeeze it reassuringly. “But you and your friend spent a lot of time down there. I remember the endless nights of laughter and fun that echoed about those walls.”

Those memories made them want to cry for some reason. As if they were in denial that they were all in the past. “Time is so weird and cruel,” they murmured. “I hate that I can't just rewind time and go back to that specific moment to enjoy it all over again.”

Freyja could sense the pain in that statement, making her lips thin as she tried to comfort them.

“Just like those old VHS tapes, the memories start to get worn down by how often I replay them again and again in my mind.” They lightly tossed one of the video games to the side. “Eventually, there will be nothing left on those tapes.”

She thought quietly to herself for a moment, fingers tapping upon the terrarium’s glass. “Mm, you worried about the same thing when you wrote a lot of stories and drew a lot of art growing up—you worried you’d lose the feeling of that very moment in time. But, you didn't.” She tried to look them in the eyes as she continued. “Even when you reread those old pieces of you, a part of that time resurfaces.”

“I guess so.”

It was a weary response, one she couldn't help but hum in a somber way towards hearing. “Would you really wish to live in the past and ignore the present and future?”

They went quiet, wondering how to answer that without sounding selfish. “All that awaits me is an end I might not want to see.”

“Or a beautiful one. Neither of us will know if you stay in the past.”

Their eyes looked about the room, glancing back at the door behind them that they knew would lead out to the hallway once more. With a sigh, they got to their feet and made it over towards it to open the door and find themselves staring down the staircase that would take them to the basement.

At the very end of those stairs was only darkness. It looked like the mouth of a void that would swallow them both up. But they had been down these steps before in the dark. Nothing would stop them now. Not even a dream that could possibly twist its maw in hope to frighten them.

Their body felt heavy with each step they took, finally making it past the last step to where they turned the corner and found the old basement opening up to appear as though they last remembered it years ago. When they were a teen. It was an open space with a few support pillars lining the room. Against one there was a foldout sofa and near the wall was the old CRTV.

Even when technology became more advanced over time, nobody in the family had it in them to replace that thing.

“Scary how fast technology grew,” they muttered, placing their hand upon the old device. “I still even remember reminiscing about how I wanted video games to let me explore beyond just a linear path. And now look at where we are.”

Freyja smiled, taking a seat at the old sofa with a playful kicking of her feet. “Funny indeed how life is, huh? Even technology can grow as rapidly as any human.”

For whatever reason, that caused them to smile for a brief moment. “Weirdly poetic but—yeah. I guess even time can age other things too, huh?”

She shrugged, moving her lower lip inward as if to be playful. “Even time can grow old. Just because you don't see something age before your eyes doesn’t mean it’s not experiencing the same aging process as you are. The moment the hours are done for the day and night cycle, it repeats itself as if being reborn again like a phoenix.” She rested her cheek against the curve of the terrarium she held. “In a way, you could say its lifespan is quite short compared to yours.”

They shook their head, breathing out playfully in a way as if to humor her. “I guess so.” Moving from the old TV, they joined Frejya on the sofa. “But… not everybody lives to be over 100. Hell, some people don't even make it past twenty.”

Her usual smile faltered. “You say that as though some lives should be cherished more than others just because of how long or short they live.”

Seeing her frown so somberly made them wish they could return the words they spoke. “Eh, not… exactly what I meant. I guess it’s more envy or a…” Realizing what they wanted to say would sound stupid, they held back.

When the silence of the room made the atmosphere feel thick, she did her best to break it by reaching over and taking their hand into hers. “You know it’s fine to enjoy the here and now, right?” When their eyes met, she continued, “Nothing and nobody is stopping you.”

They wanted to speak against it, but they refused to bring such a thought into their dreams. More than anything, they wanted there to be peace. Their dreams were a place of comfort, and they refused to let it all be eroded away by the pain of life.

The sofa’s felt cover changed texture suddenly, turning to that of freshly dewed grass with a beautiful sunrise blanketing the sky. Trees changed by the loving embrace of fall dotted the distance with brown, yellow and red leaves. Not a single road or house was in sight, though a part of them felt as though they would easily find a small town if they dared venture through the woods.

It felt like a place they had been many times before, but there was something in the back of their mind telling them they had only visited this world in a dream.

It was another of those moments that made them realize their actual memories could easily be askew with vivid dreams of the past. It had happened before when they were really young, and they knew it would no doubt happen again.

Freyja’s glittering blue eyes gazed around. “It’s lovely here.” She watched as the human took to their feet and ventured through the waist high wheat field, eventually following behind them. Her fingers coiled about the glass container all the more with a bit of a smile. “This place must be somewhere you’ve been often, yes?”

They shook their head, fingers rolling through the many strands of wheat. “Mm, I just love the quiet, I guess. So my mind takes me here now and again.” As if hoping to feel something in this dream, their fingers twirled about a stem of a piece of wheat. It felt like drier grass. Maybe that was what it felt like or should feel like… they weren't sure, as they were never around wheat often. “I’m not brought here often enough though.”

The horizon felt as though it would go on forever as did the land, which outstretched before them. It was an empty world, almost feeling untouched by any and all. A paradise.

“There are some woodlands near my home but I often wonder what it would be like to just live wherever without worry. Like, live in a cabin far from humanity.”

The woman couldn't help but stifle a small laugh at the thought. “Wouldn't it get lonely with just yourself and your thoughts?”

They didn't think about that part. The net was able to bring so many like minded people to their computer screen. They shuttered to think what that would be like where their thoughts would be concerned. “And loud. Yeah.”

As if they thought that one part aloud, Freyja added, “Yeah, the mind can make the quietest of moments loud.” She swayed back and forth on her feet. “But that’s what is beautiful about the mind, yes?” She leaned a bit into their line of sight while keeping the covered star close to her chest. “You can escape anywhere by merely daydreaming, being artistic about the thought, or even just dreaming like this.” The woman closed her eyes, letting the wind toss about the hood and golden hair that could just be seen under it. “You often dreamed of painting such worlds like this, right?”

A smile pulled at the corners of their lips. “Yeah, and while I’m kind of happy where I’ve gotten in that regard… I just wish I had gotten better faster.”

The woman continued to walk forward with them, not caring where they were going. She would gladly follow. “You judge everything based on time. Sounds to me like it’s your enemy.”

Another heavy silence permeated the air before they found it within themselves to speak. “I just don't want to believe my time is nearly up, is all. Like everyone else out there, I am scared of what could await me.”

Even if it was slightly obscured by the shadow of the hood, it was easy for them to note Freyja’s eyebrows raising in curiosity. “Do you know it is?”

“Just like those around me, it sure feels like it.” Their hands took to their head as they let out a quivering sigh. They didn't want to believe it. Any of it. But at the same time, they were fighting back the negativity that was threatening to suffocate the otherwise pleasant dream.

Freyja’s hand rested gently yet firmly upon their shoulder, squeezing it as if to urge without words for them to look at her. Doing so, they saw as the woman stood up straight with the terrarium housing the star resting perfectly in her hands as one held the top of the container and the other held the bottom. “I promised you that I would show you what I looked like without this disguise. Do you want to see it now?”

It was better than the thoughts that were racing through their mind at current—no matter what this woman’s actual body could look like. They nodded.

Her eyes closed and two giant wings that sparkled like the night sky grew from her back. They engulfed her form and in one swift motion they opened once more to reveal an angel standing there looking back. Her eyes were covered by a pair of glistening, dark wings, two other sets above and below them housed eyes staring back at them. The giant wings that took them by surprise earlier also housed a few pair of eyes upon them, but the most noticeable thing beyond that was the fact that the ends of the feathers curved, almost like a hand, holding star lanterns dangling within them.

Her hair remained the same color as when she was in her disguise, stopping about her upper back, but that’s not what mostly drew their attention. It was the giant ring of a clock that housed an hour and minute hand at the center, pointing to the Roman numerals on the device. It merely seemed to levitate behind her, not bound by anything on her. But even on the golden ring itself, multiple eyes opened and closed while gazing off in different directions.

The gown the woman wore was divided in two—only for them to take note of the open ribcage, decorated with feathers and not bone, and at the center was offered a beautiful gateway to a sea of stars, reminding them of the cosmos.

While a part of them wanted to wake up, something prevented them from doing so. It felt like a strong, reassuring presence, and it dominated the will in regards to wanting to leave.

“An… angel…?” they questioned, taking only a step backward.

The minute hand ticked, that sound almost echoing in their brain like a gentle rumbling. It was a haunting melody.

“I guess so.” Her smile upon her pallid lips broadened, head tilting to the side to subdue any fear that her transformation may have caused. “I can be whatever you need me to be. I said that before.” Her walk forward looked as though she were floating. It was seamless. “I’m here to journey with you. If you’ll allow it, of course.”

The moment her fingertips touched their cheek, an otherworldly warmth cooled their skin. It felt real. And, for whatever reason, that journey they shared with her slowly faded to black.

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You meet a strange mer stranded after a storm. He's lonely and lost, and needs you to help him get home.

You awoke to the sound of water sloshing against the wooden planks of your porch. Blinking your eyes open, you quickly realised that the sound wasn't just your imagination. Water was indeed seeping in through the cracks in the floor, wetting your feet and soaking your rug.

The storm last night must have been fiercer than you'd thought. Alarmed, you scrambled out of bed, grabbing a dressing gown to wrap around yourself as you made your way towards the door. The beach had flooded, and your little house was in the middle of it all.

As you stepped onto the wet sand, your eyes widened at the sight before you.

A merman, massive and glinting with scales that shimmered in a myriad of colours, had washed ashore. He lay helplessly on his side, his tail half-buried in the sand, eyes closed as if in pain.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Mers were common in Oceanhall, but not deep-sea mers like him. The sleekness of his long, narrow tail, and the darkness of his narrow eyes gave the impression of something eel-like. You’d never actually seen someone like him in person before; few had.

You recovered quickly, realising that the merman was in trouble. His heavy, muscular body looked impossible to move, but you knew you had to try. Running over to him, you assessed his condition.

"Hey there," you said softly, touching his cool, wet scales. "I'll get you back into the water. Just hold on."

The merman's eyes flicked open, meeting yours with an expression of confusion and gratitude. Except, when you tried to pull him towards the water, you found that he was indeed too heavy to move.

Your mind raced as you looked around for something that might assist you. Your eyes caught sight of the oars from your little boat, and an idea began to form.

"Stay with me," you reassured the merman as you dashed over to the boat, grabbing the oars. "I'm going to try something."

The merman nodded weakly, his inky black eyes wary.

You wedged the oars beneath his body, hoping to leverage him back towards the water. With a grunt of effort, you pushed and pulled, your muscles straining with the weight.

All that happened was that the oars dug deeper into the sand, trapping the merman even further. No matter how you angled them, no matter how hard you tried, it seemed impossible.

Frustration welled up within you, and you threw the oars aside in defeat. The situation seemed hopeless. Your heart ached for the merman, his eyes downcast.

If only your neighbour was around; he was a strong, powerful half-orc. He would have had this guy out in seconds - too bad he was away on holiday with his kids. Dammit.

"It's no use," you muttered, your hands on your hips as you surveyed the scene. Then, it hit you. "We'll have to wait for high tide."

The merman's eyes widened, and you could see him considering your words.

"High tide will bring the water closer, and you can swim back to the sea," you explained, your voice filled with determination. "Until then, we need to keep you hydrated."

Your frustration gave way to a renewed sense of purpose as you grabbed buckets from the hut and began to fill them with seawater. Back and forth you went, dousing the merman with water, keeping his scales moist and his body hydrated.

He watched you, his eyes never leaving your face, as you worked tirelessly to keep him comfortable.

Finally, as you paused to catch your breath, you looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

His voice was deep and rich, unlike any human voice you'd ever heard, almost as if forming human words was a struggle. It resonated in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. There was a shyness in his eyes, a vulnerability that touched your heart.

"Dune," he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled. “Dune,” you repeated kindly, “nice to meet you. Now, let’s see if we can find you some shade.”

You found an old parasol inside, sticking it deep into the sand to keep as much of Dune out of the sun as possible. He was far too big - his tail alone had to be nearly four foot long, slender and glistening in the sun. Still, it was something, and his sweet - if sharp toothed - smile was enough to make your chest pound.

Soon though, hunger began to gnaw at both of you. Fortunately, fish was cheap and plentiful in Oceanhall. You prepared a simple lunch, apologising as you brought it over to him.

"I'm sorry it's not much," you said, holding out a plate of grilled fish. "I know mer have tricky stomachs, and I didn't want to risk giving you something that might not agree with you."

Dune's eyes widened at the sight of the food, and he smiled, a warm, shy smile that touched your heart.

"Thank you," he said, his voice still carrying that rich, deep tone that was at once both inhuman and endearing. "No one has ever shown me such kindness."

You sat down next to him, watching him eat with a kind of fascination. There was something about Dune that drew you in, an attraction to his otherness, to his uniqueness.

"How did you get stranded here?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you. "I've never seen a deep-sea mer so close to the shore."

Dune paused, his eyes drifting towards the sea. "I was too close to the surface when the storm hit," he explained, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "The currents were too strong, and I got swept up. By the time I realised what was happening, it was too late."

You could see the regret in his eyes, and you reached out to touch his hand. His skin was cool and smooth beneath your fingertips.

"It's not your fault," you assured him, your eyes locked on his. "The sea can be unpredictable. We'll get you back home soon."

Dune's eyes softened, and he looked at you with a mix of gratitude and something else, something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

You looked at him, really looked, and saw something in his eyes that made your heart flutter. His wide smile, revealing sharp teeth, should have been alarming; but instead, it drew you in. If anything, you liked it a bit too much.

You found yourself leaning closer, your eyes drifting to his lips. His full, peachy-pink lips. Your breath caught in your throat as you realised how much you wanted to kiss him.

Dune seemed to sense it too. His eyes widened slightly, and you could see him caught up in the moment as well, his gaze fixed on your lips. The world seemed to stand still, the sound of the waves fading into the background.

Your hand reached out to touch his face, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment. His skin was so silky smooth, damp from the seawater, and he smelled of salty seaweed.

As quickly as the mood swept over you, reality set in - you pulled back, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I, uh, need to get more water," you stammered, standing up and rushing towards the buckets.

As you filled them with seawater, your mind raced. You hardly knew him! Yet, there was something there, something undeniable, something that made your heart race and your palms sweat.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. What were you doing? It was all so confusing, so unexpected.

As you looked back at Dune, watching him watch you, his eyes filled with something you couldn't quite define, you knew that whatever it was, it made your heart flutter and your cheeks warm.

Returning to Dune, you carried buckets filled with cool, refreshing seawater, pouring it gently over his tail and scales. The droplets shimmered in the sunlight, glistening as they ran down his body, and you couldn't help but admire the beautiful patterns they created.

You then settled beside him again, your heart still racing from before. Dune's eyes met yours, and they were so dark you could have gotten lost in them.

"You must think me quite frightening," he said, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Being someone who's never seen my kind before."

You shook your head, smiling warmly. "Frightening? No, not at all. You're... handsome," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "Your strangeness is appealing. It's beautiful."

Dune's eyes widened, and you saw a blush creep up his pale cheeks, his shyness overtaking him once again. He seemed to be contemplating something; then, as if driven by a sudden burst of confidence, he reached out, his cool, smooth hand cupping your face.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours, the kiss tentative at first but quickly deepening. His sharp teeth grazing your lips, his mouth cold but inviting all the same.

You leaned into the kiss, surrendering to it. The way Dune kissed you made your head spin, desperation and desire all mingling into one.

You lost yourself in the kiss, in the feel of his lips on yours, the taste of the sea that lingered on his tongue, the sensation of his scales against your skin. It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and you loved every second of it.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your eyes locked on each other, the world around you forgotten.

Dune's shyness came rushing back as you stared at each other; he looked away, his voice becoming more garbled and inhuman as he stammered out an apology.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—I didn't mean to be so forward. I just..."

You silenced him with another kiss, softer this time, full of understanding and reassurance.

"It was unexpected," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But not unwanted."

Dune looked at you, his eyes wide with wonder and relief. His expression softened, and the tension seemed to melt away as you reached up to rake your fingers through his long, silken hair.

"I never thought I'd meet someone like you," he said, his voice still carrying that otherworldly quality that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're one of a kind, Dune," you replied, leaning in to pepper kisses along his jawline. "I'm glad I found you."

Dune closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into your touch. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as if holding onto something precious.

"I'm glad you found me too," he whispered, his voice soft.

You felt a sudden dampness at your feet, and you looked down to see the tide had finally reached you, the water lapping gently at the sand.

The realisation hit you both at the same time, and you reluctantly stood, knowing that it was time for Dune to go. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and sombre.

"It's time," you said softly, your voice catching in your throat.

Dune nodded, understanding in his eyes. You reached out to help him, the water soaking through your sandals as you worked together to free him from the sand.

With one last effort, Dune's tail came unstuck, and he was free, floating in the shallow water. He looked at you, his eyes shining, his smile both happy and wistful.

"Thank you, “he said quietly.

You leaned in to kiss him one last time, the taste of salt on his lips, the feel of his scales beneath your fingertips. It was a bittersweet moment, your heart heavy.

"I'll come back," Dune promised, his eyes fixed on yours. "I'll visit when I can. Will you wait for me at high tide?"

You smiled, a tear escaping your eye as you nodded. "I'll be here," you whispered. "Just try not to get stranded again."

Dune laughed, a beautiful, musical sound that made your heart ache. "I'll do my best," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

Then, with one last look, one last smile, he turned and swam away, his tail disappearing into the waves.

You stood there, your feet embraced by the cool, gentle waves, watching as Dune disappeared into the depths. The last glimmers of sunlight danced across the water, casting a golden trail that seemed to connect you to him even as the distance grew.

A smile played on your lips, a smile filled with warmth, contentment, and a hint of longing. High tide would be back soon enough; and with it, Dune.

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