yanphobia

[yanphobia]

Goodnight out there, whatever you are.

[yanphobia]

Morning Reblog

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 10

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 9 Index Chapter 11

Author's Note: My computer keeps autocorrecting Lotan to Logan... @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

The water around you was thin and weightless. There was a horrible, blinding light shining down on you. It burned, and you had to cover your eyes with your hands. When you brought them to your face, you could feel how soft your skin was, how strange the color. You saw where your talons had been clipped off, and the webbing and scales were gone entirely. You couldn’t feel your gills flaring with each breath you took.

You were suddenly aware of just how small and fragile you had become. You forced yourself to open your eyes and find an escape from this awful place, but every color was too bright and vivid to focus on. You were surrounded by strange looking plants and even stranger looking fish floating above you, making disturbing chirping noises.

There was a creature approaching you with two tails, calling out an unfamiliar greeting. It was a female and although she kept speaking, you were too entranced by her beauty to hear her. 

Her eyes were dark, like yours, but instead of being soulless black holes they were as warm as the rich sand she stood on. Her skin was healthy and golden brown, and her pitched black hair coiled like a living current. 

She smiled at you then, revealing a fangless mouth full of dull yet sparkling teeth. She repeated herself once more:

“[Y/N].”

–

You awoke with a start, your chest heaving. The water around you was still, dark and heavy, but your heart pounded as if you had been swimming for miles. Lotan’s arms were heavy around you as he snored softly, his tail curled possessively over yours like a serpent guarding its prize.

The memory of your dream clung to you like a second skin, that strange word echoing in your mind. You glanced towards the entrance of the nest, the tightness of the cavern once a comfort, but was now an unrelenting weight pressing on you. 

The truth was crushing you. The dream had unlocked something—a door you hadn’t realized was there. Memories of warmth, of laughter, of a life you couldn’t quite piece together.

You stared into the nothingness. It wasn’t the predators lurking in the dark that frightened you. It was the realization that you had forgotten who you were.

–

The woman in your dream continued to haunt you. You yearned to see her again, to make her sweet laugh ring out. To hear her say that word again. [Y/N]. Had you been [Y/N] once, or was that her name? Was it the name of her species…? The thought of being a [Y/N] alongside her made your heart ache.

The more you thought about her, the more you started to truly observe Lotan. You began to notice things you hadn’t before. The way he spoke, his words honeyed when he wanted your compliance, self-pitying when he wanted your sympathy, sharp when your resolve wavered. The way he subtly undermined your confidence, reminding you that you had no one else. His eyes, always watching, always calculating.

The cracks in your reality widened. Your memories, once carefully locked away, began to surface. Faces, voices, fragments of a life that felt both foreign and achingly familiar.

And now, as you pieced it all together, you began to see the truth.  Lotan hadn’t saved you. He had taken you. Stolen you from a life you could barely recall but knew was yours. This realization was a weight, heavy and cold. But within it was something else: anger.

Before, you would have folded under the pressure, but now things were different. You were no longer the terrified girl Lotan had plucked from the shore. You had learned to survive, to fight, to thrive in the depths. And now, as you let your hatred fester inside of you like a wound, you would prove it to him.

—

You tested your plan carefully, starting with small complaints.

“This nest feels... cramped,” you murmured one evening. “And unsafe. The walls aren’t strong enough.”

Lotan waved a dismissive hand, his tail cutting through the water in a lazy arc. "Brizo, you worry too much. With me here, nothing will harm you. This nest is the perfect culmination of our efforts. Why leave now?"

The culmination of our efforts. As if Lotan had done more than laze around while you bled for their survival. You gritted your teeth, letting your tail flick slightly to betray your agitation before quickly smoothing your expression. 

“It’s not good enough. We need to find something else-”

“Brizo,” he whined, his voice taking on a saccharine tone that grated on your nerves, “why are you always so difficult? I’ve done everything for you. No one else ever would, you know.” He sighed and leaned in closer, his claws brushing over the scars he claimed to admire. “I thought you would be different from the other females… why am I never enough for anyone?”

His lips curled into a pout, his gaze searching yours for weakness. “Why can’t you just be thankful for once?! Don’t you remember how the colony treated you? You were nothing—lost, weak, and alone. And I took you in, loved you when no one else would. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!”

It was a speech he’d given before, and once, it would have shattered your resolve. But you had learned to see through him, and you only nodded, letting your face drop for effect.

“I just want to protect us,” you whispered, her voice trembling perfectly. “Protect you. The nest... it’s not safe. There’s a better place. I’ve seen it.”

Your tone softened, your sadness more pronounced. Lotan’s demeanor shifted instantly, the whiny veneer peeling away as his frustration boiled over.

“You’re so ungrateful,” he snapped, his tail thrashing angrily. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are? No one else would even look at you, let alone build a life with you. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be that pathetic little outcast, scuttling around like you mattered to anyone. Is that what you want? To go back to being useless?!”

The words stung, but you refused to flinch even when he grabbed your shoulders and shook you roughly. Instead, you shifted your tone, letting your sobs grow louder and your posture shrink into vulnerability.

“I’m sorry,” you choked, her voice breaking as she bowed her head. “I just... I’m scared, Lotan. The predators—they’re getting bolder, and I’m so afraid something will happen. I’ll be too weak after giving birth to protect everyone. Please, for the sake of our children... can we just look at the other place? If you don’t like it, we’ll stay here. Please.”

The sobbing worked, as you knew it would. You knew that Lotan would spend every day of his life convincing himself that he wasn’t a bully, and would be quick to stop anything that would challenge that delusion. His face softened, the angry lines melting into a self-satisfied smirk.

“You know, you’re lucky I’m so patient with you,” he said, his tone shifting back to its faux-sincerity. “Anyone else would’ve thrown you out for your tantrum, but I’m not like them. I actually care.”

He leaned down to kiss you, and you let him.

“Fine, we’ll look at this other place that you’re so obsessed with. But don’t get your hopes up—it’s probably not even half as good as what I’ve already provided.”

You nodded, and the teary smile on your face was actually genuine this time. 

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 10

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 9 Index Chapter 11

Author's Note: My computer keeps autocorrecting Lotan to Logan... @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

The water around you was thin and weightless. There was a horrible, blinding light shining down on you. It burned, and you had to cover your eyes with your hands. When you brought them to your face, you could feel how soft your skin was, how strange the color. You saw where your talons had been clipped off, and the webbing and scales were gone entirely. You couldn’t feel your gills flaring with each breath you took.

You were suddenly aware of just how small and fragile you had become. You forced yourself to open your eyes and find an escape from this awful place, but every color was too bright and vivid to focus on. You were surrounded by strange looking plants and even stranger looking fish floating above you, making disturbing chirping noises.

There was a creature approaching you with two tails, calling out an unfamiliar greeting. It was a female and although she kept speaking, you were too entranced by her beauty to hear her. 

Her eyes were dark, like yours, but instead of being soulless black holes they were as warm as the rich sand she stood on. Her skin was healthy and golden brown, and her pitched black hair coiled like a living current. 

She smiled at you then, revealing a fangless mouth full of dull yet sparkling teeth. She repeated herself once more:

“[Y/N].”

–

You awoke with a start, your chest heaving. The water around you was still, dark and heavy, but your heart pounded as if you had been swimming for miles. Lotan’s arms were heavy around you as he snored softly, his tail curled possessively over yours like a serpent guarding its prize.

The memory of your dream clung to you like a second skin, that strange word echoing in your mind. You glanced towards the entrance of the nest, the tightness of the cavern once a comfort, but was now an unrelenting weight pressing on you. 

The truth was crushing you. The dream had unlocked something—a door you hadn’t realized was there. Memories of warmth, of laughter, of a life you couldn’t quite piece together.

You stared into the nothingness. It wasn’t the predators lurking in the dark that frightened you. It was the realization that you had forgotten who you were.

–

The woman in your dream continued to haunt you. You yearned to see her again, to make her sweet laugh ring out. To hear her say that word again. [Y/N]. Had you been [Y/N] once, or was that her name? Was it the name of her species…? The thought of being a [Y/N] alongside her made your heart ache.

The more you thought about her, the more you started to truly observe Lotan. You began to notice things you hadn’t before. The way he spoke, his words honeyed when he wanted your compliance, self-pitying when he wanted your sympathy, sharp when your resolve wavered. The way he subtly undermined your confidence, reminding you that you had no one else. His eyes, always watching, always calculating.

The cracks in your reality widened. Your memories, once carefully locked away, began to surface. Faces, voices, fragments of a life that felt both foreign and achingly familiar.

And now, as you pieced it all together, you began to see the truth.  Lotan hadn’t saved you. He had taken you. Stolen you from a life you could barely recall but knew was yours. This realization was a weight, heavy and cold. But within it was something else: anger.

Before, you would have folded under the pressure, but now things were different. You were no longer the terrified girl Lotan had plucked from the shore. You had learned to survive, to fight, to thrive in the depths. And now, as you let your hatred fester inside of you like a wound, you would prove it to him.

—

You tested your plan carefully, starting with small complaints.

“This nest feels... cramped,” you murmured one evening. “And unsafe. The walls aren’t strong enough.”

Lotan waved a dismissive hand, his tail cutting through the water in a lazy arc. "Brizo, you worry too much. With me here, nothing will harm you. This nest is the perfect culmination of our efforts. Why leave now?"

The culmination of our efforts. As if Lotan had done more than laze around while you bled for their survival. You gritted your teeth, letting your tail flick slightly to betray your agitation before quickly smoothing your expression. 

“It’s not good enough. We need to find something else-”

“Brizo,” he whined, his voice taking on a saccharine tone that grated on your nerves, “why are you always so difficult? I’ve done everything for you. No one else ever would, you know.” He sighed and leaned in closer, his claws brushing over the scars he claimed to admire. “I thought you would be different from the other females… why am I never enough for anyone?”

His lips curled into a pout, his gaze searching yours for weakness. “Why can’t you just be thankful for once?! Don’t you remember how the colony treated you? You were nothing—lost, weak, and alone. And I took you in, loved you when no one else would. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!”

It was a speech he’d given before, and once, it would have shattered your resolve. But you had learned to see through him, and you only nodded, letting your face drop for effect.

“I just want to protect us,” you whispered, your voice trembling perfectly. “Protect you. The nest... it’s not safe. There’s a better place. I’ve seen it.”

Your tone softened, your sadness more pronounced. Lotan’s demeanor shifted instantly, the whiny veneer peeling away as his frustration boiled over.

“You’re so ungrateful,” he snapped, his tail thrashing angrily. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are? No one else would even look at you, let alone build a life with you. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be that pathetic little outcast, scuttling around like you mattered to anyone. Is that what you want? To go back to being useless?!”

The words stung, but you refused to flinch even when he grabbed your shoulders and shook you roughly. Instead, you shifted your tone, letting your sobs grow louder and your posture shrink into vulnerability.

“I’m sorry,” you choked, her voice breaking as she bowed her head. “I just... I’m scared, Lotan. The predators—they’re getting bolder, and I’m so afraid something will happen. I’ll be too weak after giving birth to protect everyone. Please, for the sake of our children... can we just look at the other place? If you don’t like it, we’ll stay here. Please.”

The sobbing worked, as you knew it would. You knew that Lotan would spend every day of his life convincing himself that he wasn’t a bully, and would be quick to stop anything that would challenge that delusion. His face softened, the angry lines melting into a self-satisfied smirk.

“You know, you’re lucky I’m so patient with you,” he said, his tone shifting back to its faux-sincerity. “Anyone else would’ve thrown you out for your tantrum, but I’m not like them. I actually care.”

He leaned down to kiss you, and you let him.

“Fine, we’ll look at this other place that you’re so obsessed with. But don’t get your hopes up—it’s probably not even half as good as what I’ve already provided.”

You nodded, and the teary smile on your face was actually genuine this time. 

[yanphobia]

Drowning in a sea of thoughts

[yanphobia]

Morning Reblog

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 9

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 8 Index Chapter 10

Author's Note: Slowly building up to the climax* @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

The barracuda flailed helplessly in your grasp, a pathetic attempt to escape before you crushed it in between your jaws. Its tangy blood filled your mouth and you resisted the urge to begin eating. No, Brizo, this one is for Lotan, you reminded yourself. He always eats first, and always the better catch. You can finish what he doesn’t.

These were one of the rules that he began implementing after the two of you were expelled from the colony. It felt like a lifetime ago since that night, but now you scoff when you remembered how weak and terrified you had been. You couldn’t remember why you had approached that mermaid in the first place, but it didn’t matter. Her young were sickly and you wouldn’t be surprised if they had already been claimed by the sea. You hoped that they had - the entire colony deserved to die for their outdated standards, the ones that dared to ever make Lotan feel undesired by the females.

You moved through the abyss with the practiced ease of a creature born of it, your long, powerful tail slicing through the water like a blade. Your sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, the light from the surface dimming as the water grew thicker. You weren’t afraid of the dark anymore. You didn’t need to be. Not when you had become a weapon of the depths — fierce, quick, deadly.

It was cruel at first - but the ocean had no mercy, no time for weakness. You had to quickly learn how to survive in this environment, and you did. Lotan was your one source of comfort, the only thing keeping you from being all alone out here, completely forgotten by the rest of the world. Such a fate would destroy you! Even now, even being away from him on this hunt… you could feel a horrible sense of dread begin to grow inside of you, so much colder and heavier than the water surrounding you. You needed him, so much more than he could ever realize, so much more than you’d ever be able to tell him. 

So instead…you would show him. Your life now revolved around his happiness. You would hunt for him, build a home for him, attend to every one of his physical and emotional needs. You had become an extension of his will, your desires folding neatly into his. Your body was a map of scars now, each one a badge, a symbol of your loyalty and strength—marks left by predators you had dispatched, enemies who dared approach what Lotan had claimed.

At first, you had thought them ugly—horrible reminders of your violent nature. But when Lotan told you he liked them, told you they were proof of your worth, your victories, you learned to accept them. In fact, you learned to like them because he liked them. Your body no longer frightened you. Now, you only saw the proof of your usefulness in each jagged tear on your skin. Every scar was a story, every fight was a victory for him.

Finally, you were home.

The dead reef had once been a place of eerie stillness—silent, abandoned, a hollow shell of what it had once been. Now, it was where he waited for you.

Lotan lounged in comfort as you swam up to him, taking the fish out from between your jaws and offering it to him. His laugh seemed to fill the dark cavern as he examined it, his talon gliding through its soft underbelly with ease.

“You remembered my favorite! Oh, Brizo, you always treat me so well.”

Your nerves quelled at his praise, and you waited for him to finish eating before you began. You had your own meal, of course, but that didn’t matter. We wait out of respect, he had taught you. We wait to ensure that our superiors are well-fed, and that they can have our meal if they need more. Not a traditional rule that merfolk practiced, but when he came up with the idea you found yourself promising to adhere to it. 

—

You were almost done, you could feel it.

Your home had been undergoing many changes lately, and you had been working tirelessly to make it perfect. Rocks piled high into uneven walls, the bones of your mightiest kills displayed prominently for all to see. Decorations made of shells and plants, and a bed of sand that you were currently forming into soft, circular patterns, although you had no idea what they symbolized. 

You could feel his eyes staring into your back as you worked dutifully to match everything to his specifications. As nervous as it made you, you were quick to remind yourself that it meant that you were not alone. You would never be alone. You would never be lost or forgotten about again. And so, you reminded yourself to be comforted by his gaze. 

You stopped to admire your work. You had completely transformed this dead, empty reef into a formidable… Your mind struggled to find the word for it. It was almost like a lair, but one meant for a large group to live in.

“Briii-zoooo…” Lotan purred, shaking you from your thoughts. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“I- yes, of course!” You uttered. They were the first words you had said aloud in a very, very long time. 

“And do you love me?” 

“Yes! I love you so much, Lotan…!”

He hummed in contentment, his tail lazily flicking as he watched you closely. He slowly began to approach you, and you tried to not let your disappointment show. His appetite had been rather… ferocious lately, and although he had explained to you that this was normal for him, the energy spent between your daily lovemaking sessions and building the… the lair had left you sore and exhausted. You were hoping to spend tonight relaxing your aching muscles and resting with Lotan, but you wouldn’t tell him that. You couldn’t. You couldn’t hurt him with a rejection, not when he had been hurt by so many in the past. 

“I know. I’ve always known. Look at what you’ve done for me. You’ve built me a nest to raise our young in!”

Nest. So that’s what this was. You began to feel lightheaded as he wrapped his arms around you and began kissing the back of your head, your cheek, your neck.

“I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

You should’ve known. You did know. Lotan had never been shy to explain your purpose in life. But now, the time has come to realize his plan.

“You’ll do such a great job as a mother, Brizo. I know you will.” He spoke so reverently as his head rested in the crook of your shoulder, as his hands began massaging your back. You could feel him moving them forward to caress your bare chest, but you were too distracted by your own thoughts to react. You realized then that you knew nothing of motherhood. You struggled to remember if you even had a mother of your own. You felt your stomach turn.

“Lotan…? I’m not re-”

“Heh… those bastards. They always told me that I’d never find a mate, that I was unfit to procreate. Tainted genes, they called it. They were always - so - so…”

“Lo-”

“Well, look now… look who’s laughing now... I’ll show them all. My sons and I - we’ll slaughter them! We’ll enslave their children…!”

His words were drowned out while you tried to get a grip on your own mind. I should’ve been more prepared for this, I knew this was coming, this was natural, this will make him happy, and to make him happy is to make myself happy. You chanted these mantras to yourself over and over again, hoping that it would soothe you. But it all felt so wrong!

That same old response overtook you then, the one that you tapped into whenever you felt any semblance of fear. Your emotions began to flatten and your senses dulled. An emptiness settled deep inside as Lotan returned his attention to you.

“You’re so good to me, Brizo. So perfect…” his scaled hands began to move down from your chest, gently brushing over your gills, your abdomen, until his webbed fingers began to enter your genital slit. 

“...And you’re going to make me so happy.”

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 9

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 8 Index Chapter 10

Author's Note: Slowly building up to the climax* @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

The barracuda flailed helplessly in your grasp, a pathetic attempt to escape before you crushed it in between your jaws. Its tangy blood filled your mouth and you resisted the urge to begin eating. No, Brizo, this one is for Lotan, you reminded yourself. He always eats first, and always the better catch. You can finish what he doesn’t.

These were one of the rules that he began implementing after the two of you were expelled from the colony. It felt like a lifetime ago since that night, but now you scoff when you remembered how weak and terrified you had been. You couldn’t remember why you had approached that mermaid in the first place, but it didn’t matter. Her young were sickly and you wouldn’t be surprised if they had already been claimed by the sea. You hoped that they had - the entire colony deserved to die for their outdated standards, the ones that dared to ever make Lotan feel undesired by the females.

You moved through the abyss with the practiced ease of a creature born of it, your long, powerful tail slicing through the water like a blade. Your sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, the light from the surface dimming as the water grew thicker. You weren’t afraid of the dark anymore. You didn’t need to be. Not when you had become a weapon of the depths — fierce, quick, deadly.

It was cruel at first - but the ocean had no mercy, no time for weakness. You had to quickly learn how to survive in this environment, and you did. Lotan was your one source of comfort, the only thing keeping you from being all alone out here, completely forgotten by the rest of the world. Such a fate would destroy you! Even now, even being away from him on this hunt… you could feel a horrible sense of dread begin to grow inside of you, so much colder and heavier than the water surrounding you. You needed him, so much more than he could ever realize, so much more than you’d ever be able to tell him. 

So instead…you would show him. Your life now revolved around his happiness. You would hunt for him, build a home for him, attend to every one of his physical and emotional needs. You had become an extension of his will, your desires folding neatly into his. Your body was a map of scars now, each one a badge, a symbol of your loyalty and strength—marks left by predators you had dispatched, enemies who dared approach what Lotan had claimed.

At first, you had thought them ugly—horrible reminders of your violent nature. But when Lotan told you he liked them, told you they were proof of your worth, your victories, you learned to accept them. In fact, you learned to like them because he liked them. Your body no longer frightened you. Now, you only saw the proof of your usefulness in each jagged tear on your skin. Every scar was a story, every fight was a victory for him.

Finally, you were home.

The dead reef had once been a place of eerie stillness—silent, abandoned, a hollow shell of what it had once been. Now, it was where he waited for you.

Lotan lounged in comfort as you swam up to him, taking the fish out from between your jaws and offering it to him. His laugh seemed to fill the dark cavern as he examined it, his talon gliding through its soft underbelly with ease.

“You remembered my favorite! Oh, Brizo, you always treat me so well.”

Your nerves quelled at his praise, and you waited for him to finish eating before you began. You had your own meal, of course, but that didn’t matter. We wait out of respect, he had taught you. We wait to ensure that our superiors are well-fed, and that they can have our meal if they need more. Not a traditional rule that merfolk practiced, but when he came up with the idea you found yourself promising to adhere to it. 

—

You were almost done, you could feel it.

Your home had been undergoing many changes lately, and you had been working tirelessly to make it perfect. Rocks piled high into uneven walls, the bones of your mightiest kills displayed prominently for all to see. Decorations made of shells and plants, and a bed of sand that you were currently forming into soft, circular patterns, although you had no idea what they symbolized. 

You could feel his eyes staring into your back as you worked dutifully to match everything to his specifications. As nervous as it made you, you were quick to remind yourself that it meant that you were not alone. You would never be alone. You would never be lost or forgotten about again. And so, you reminded yourself to be comforted by his gaze. 

You stopped to admire your work. You had completely transformed this dead, empty reef into a formidable… Your mind struggled to find the word for it. It was almost like a lair, but one meant for a large group to live in.

“Briii-zoooo…” Lotan purred, shaking you from your thoughts. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“I- yes, of course!” You uttered. They were the first words you had said aloud in a very, very long time. 

“And do you love me?” 

“Yes! I love you so much, Lotan…!”

He hummed in contentment, his tail lazily flicking as he watched you closely. He slowly began to approach you, and you tried to not let your disappointment show. His appetite had been rather… ferocious lately, and although he had explained to you that this was normal for him, the energy spent between your daily lovemaking sessions and building the… the lair had left you sore and exhausted. You were hoping to spend tonight relaxing your aching muscles and resting with Lotan, but you wouldn’t tell him that. You couldn’t. You couldn’t hurt him with a rejection, not when he had been hurt by so many in the past. 

“I know. I’ve always known. Look at what you’ve done for me. You’ve built me a nest to raise our young in!”

Nest. So that’s what this was. You began to feel lightheaded as he wrapped his arms around you and began kissing the back of your head, your cheek, your neck.

“I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

You should’ve known. You did know. Lotan had never been shy to explain your purpose in life. But now, the time has come to realize his plan.

“You’ll do such a great job as a mother, Brizo. I know you will.” He spoke so reverently as his head rested in the crook of your shoulder, as his hands began massaging your back. You could feel him moving them forward to caress your bare chest, but you were too distracted by your own thoughts to react. You realized then that you knew nothing of motherhood. You struggled to remember if you even had a mother of your own. You felt your stomach turn.

“Lotan…? I’m not re-”

“Heh… those bastards. They always told me that I’d never find a mate, that I was unfit to procreate. Tainted genes, they called it. They were always - so - so…”

“Lo-”

“Well, look now… look who’s laughing now... I’ll show them all. My sons and I - we’ll slaughter them! We’ll enslave their children…!”

His words were drowned out while you tried to get a grip on your own mind. I should’ve been more prepared for this, I knew this was coming, this was natural, this will make him happy, and to make him happy is to make myself happy. You chanted these mantras to yourself over and over again, hoping that it would soothe you. But it all felt so wrong!

That same old response overtook you then, the one that you tapped into whenever you felt any semblance of fear. Your emotions began to flatten and your senses dulled. An emptiness settled deep inside as Lotan returned his attention to you.

“You’re so good to me, Brizo. So perfect…” his scaled hands began to move down from your chest, gently brushing over your gills, your abdomen, until his webbed fingers began to enter your genital slit. 

“...And you’re going to make me so happy.”

[yanphobia]

how many more chapters do you have planned?

at least 3! (maybe 4 but I hope I can wrap things up soon)

[yanphobia]

never trust a man with eight legs, because it means he’s not actually a man. in fact, he is probably some kind of spider

[yanphobia]

Morning reblog

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 8

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 7 Index Chapter 9

Author's Note: Yearly update ig @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

Lotan's grip on your arm tightened, pulling you deeper into the endless void of the ocean’s depths. His movements were erratic, driven by some darker emotion you couldn’t quite place. In the oppressive darkness, the silence between you stretched out, thick and suffocating. The sounds of your desperate breathing and the rush of the water around you were all that remained.

When he finally slowed his pace, you barely had the strength to keep your eyes open. The cold water seemed to settle in your bones, dragging you further into the numbness you’d come to rely on. You had been drifting for so long — physically, emotionally, mentally — trying to block out the horror of your situation. But now, it was impossible to ignore.

Lotan turned to face you. His eyes — such dark, fathomless depths — bore into you, and you were paralyzed in place. There was no escape from the tension, no more dissociation, no way to pull away from him in your mind.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did?” His voice was low, angry, but there was something else there — something raw. If you trusted your instincts, then you’d say it felt like the edge of panic.

You swallowed thickly, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. You were shaking.

“I-I didn’t mean any harm,” you managed to choke out, hating the lie as it left your mouth. “I just wanted to introduce myself. To- to the colony. I didn’t think—”

“Introduce yourself?” His laugh was sharp, cutting through the water like a blade. It made your stomach churn. “Did you think they’d just let you in like that? You think I’d let you just- swim up to them, all innocent and naïve? Did you really believe they wouldn’t see you for what you are?”

Each of his words felt like a punch to the stomach, with the lingering taste of bloody water in your mouth only amplifying the sensation. You closed your eyes, but there was no escape. Not from him, not from this. You couldn’t go back to the shore, couldn’t go back to Sammy, couldn’t go back to your mother. You couldn’t even close your eyes without seeing his face, his terrifying smile, his grip tightening around you.

He continued, his tone growing darker. “You thought you could just ask for help? That they’d listen to you? You’re not one of them. You never were… and you never will be!”

You flinched as his fingers dug into your skin. You tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. You were stranded out here, out in the wilderness… and Lotan was the only one who would ever give you a second thought. Such a dire realization made you so tired, too numb to fight. All you could do was listen as Lotan’s words began to unravel in a slow, suffocating cadence.

“I watched you for so long,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “Back when you were… human. You were so different, so… free. So beautiful. I couldn’t stop watching you. I needed to see what it was like. To be close to you. To understand you. I thought that, maybe, if I could just be close enough, you’d finally see me. That you’d finally understand…"

The words hung in the water, swirling around you like a dark cloud.

“It was so awful, so you know… being the weakest one. Out here, they don’t care about how - how kind you are. They don’t… if you’re smaller, or weaker, than the other males… no one will want to mate with you. No matter what I would do, how affable I was, none of the females would have me…! I -”

He stopped for a minute to compose himself before returning his attention to you.

“I thought you were different. I knew you were! Humans are so much more - they’re - you -!”

He needed to catch his breath again. His claws dug into your forearms - even though your skin was much tougher now than it had been as a human, the pain was intense. You meekly uttered his name in an attempt to stop him, which seemed to snap him back to reality.

“You’re so much better than them,” he said, his gaze boring into you, “from the moment I saw you swimming, nearly a decade ago, I knew that you were my chance.”

His eyes softened, but there was a twisted, ill-concealed intensity in them, one that made your stomach churn. “You were the answer to my loneliness. You were the one thing that could save me. I could feel it in my bones. You’d make it all better. I was going to fix you. I thought that, maybe, everything would be okay. Everything would finally make sense.”

You shook your head, trying to grasp onto the fragments of your former self, trying to pull away from the words that were wrapping around you like seaweed, suffocating you. You wanted to run. You wanted to scream. But the fear had already rooted itself so deeply inside of you, it was hard to remember what it was like to feel free. You wanted to remember Sammy, to recall the warmth of the sun on your skin, the air in your lungs, the soft embrace of your mother, but it was slipping away. All of it was slipping away…!

His voice was growing louder, more frantic now. “Do you understand now? I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I saved you. I gave you a chance. Your friend wanted to let you die, to let you fade into nothingness… but I didn’t. I made you perfect. I made you mine.”

The words echoed in your head, rattling like bones in the dark. You had wanted to escape, hadn’t you? To escape from him, to escape from this underwater hell. But now, now there was nothing left. He had made sure of that. You were lost to the depths. How could you ever return to a life that was so foreign to you?

“And you know what?” He leaned in, his voice softer, almost tender, and he spoke as though he were telling you a fun anecdote, “Before I even knew your name, I started calling you Brizo! Do you remember? The goddess of calm seas? The one who watches over sailors and gives them peace? I thought that, maybe, if I could make you Brizo, if I could make you my goddess, and I would be your God... and everything would be perfect…!”

You felt a heaviness settle in your core, one that threatened to drag you into the bottomless pit below. Brizo. A name you hadn’t even known you had, but now it felt like a brand on your soul. He had seen you as an object to possess long before he ever truly knew you. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was something darker. Something so, so twisted.

His eyes searched yours, searching for something. His hand was on your cheek now, the touch almost gentle in its madness. “Can I still call you that, Brizo? …Please? Let me keep calling you that. You… you’re mine. You always have been.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to scream that you were still human, still [Y/N], still you. But the words felt foreign in your mouth. You had tried to fight for so long, but now, in this cold abyss with only Lotan’s presence to anchor you, you realized that you were nothing. You weren’t Brizo, and you weren’t the girl who had once stood on the beach, so full of life and hope. You were just his.

And the last shred of your humanity, the last flickering light of your former self, slowly, agonizingly, began to slip away.

“I—" The words caught in your throat, but when you finally spoke, your voice was hollow, broken. “Yes.”

Lotan smiled, and it was as if the entire ocean exhaled with him. For a brief moment, you almost thought you saw a tear in his eye, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. His smile stretched wider, and the suffocating pressure in your chest grew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight it anymore. Not when escape was so futile.

You no longer knew what you were, but it certainly wasn’t human.

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 8

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 7 Index Chapter 9

Author's Note: Yearly update ig @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

Lotan's grip on your arm tightened, pulling you deeper into the endless void of the ocean’s depths. His movements were erratic, driven by some darker emotion you couldn’t quite place. In the oppressive darkness, the silence between you stretched out, thick and suffocating. The sounds of your desperate breathing and the rush of the water around you were all that remained.

When he finally slowed his pace, you barely had the strength to keep your eyes open. The cold water seemed to settle in your bones, dragging you further into the numbness you’d come to rely on. You had been drifting for so long — physically, emotionally, mentally — trying to block out the horror of your situation. But now, it was impossible to ignore.

Lotan turned to face you. His eyes — such dark, fathomless depths — bore into you, and you were paralyzed in place. There was no escape from the tension, no more dissociation, no way to pull away from him in your mind.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did?” His voice was low, angry, but there was something else there — something raw. If you trusted your instincts, then you’d say it felt like the edge of panic.

You swallowed thickly, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. You were shaking.

“I-I didn’t mean any harm,” you managed to choke out, hating the lie as it left your mouth. “I just wanted to introduce myself. To- to the colony. I didn’t think—”

“Introduce yourself?” His laugh was sharp, cutting through the water like a blade. It made your stomach churn. “Did you think they’d just let you in like that? You think I’d let you just- swim up to them, all innocent and naïve? Did you really believe they wouldn’t see you for what you are?”

Each of his words felt like a punch to the stomach, with the lingering taste of bloody water in your mouth only amplifying the sensation. You closed your eyes, but there was no escape. Not from him, not from this. You couldn’t go back to the shore, couldn’t go back to Sammy, couldn’t go back to your mother. You couldn’t even close your eyes without seeing his face, his terrifying smile, his grip tightening around you.

He continued, his tone growing darker. “You thought you could just ask for help? That they’d listen to you? You’re not one of them. You never were… and you never will be!”

You flinched as his fingers dug into your skin. You tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. You were stranded out here, out in the wilderness… and Lotan was the only one who would ever give you a second thought. Such a dire realization made you so tired, too numb to fight. All you could do was listen as Lotan’s words began to unravel in a slow, suffocating cadence.

“I watched you for so long,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “Back when you were… human. You were so different, so… free. So beautiful. I couldn’t stop watching you. I needed to see what it was like. To be close to you. To understand you. I thought that, maybe, if I could just be close enough, you’d finally see me. That you’d finally understand…"

The words hung in the water, swirling around you like a dark cloud.

“It was so awful, so you know… being the weakest one. Out here, they don’t care about how - how kind you are. They don’t… if you’re smaller, or weaker, than the other males… no one will want to mate with you. No matter what I would do, how affable I was, none of the females would have me…! I -”

He stopped for a minute to compose himself before returning his attention to you.

“I thought you were different. I knew you were! Humans are so much more - they’re - you -!”

He needed to catch his breath again. His claws dug into your forearms - even though your skin was much tougher now than it had been as a human, the pain was intense. You meekly uttered his name in an attempt to stop him, which seemed to snap him back to reality.

“You’re so much better than them,” he said, his gaze boring into you, “from the moment I saw you swimming, nearly a decade ago, I knew that you were my chance.”

His eyes softened, but there was a twisted, ill-concealed intensity in them, one that made your stomach churn. “You were the answer to my loneliness. You were the one thing that could save me. I could feel it in my bones. You’d make it all better. I was going to fix you. I thought that, maybe, everything would be okay. Everything would finally make sense.”

You shook your head, trying to grasp onto the fragments of your former self, trying to pull away from the words that were wrapping around you like seaweed, suffocating you. You wanted to run. You wanted to scream. But the fear had already rooted itself so deeply inside of you, it was hard to remember what it was like to feel free. You wanted to remember Sammy, to recall the warmth of the sun on your skin, the air in your lungs, the soft embrace of your mother, but it was slipping away. All of it was slipping away…!

His voice was growing louder, more frantic now. “Do you understand now? I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I saved you. I gave you a chance. Your friend wanted to let you die, to let you fade into nothingness… but I didn’t. I made you perfect. I made you mine.”

The words echoed in your head, rattling like bones in the dark. You had wanted to escape, hadn’t you? To escape from him, to escape from this underwater hell. But now, now there was nothing left. He had made sure of that. You were lost to the depths. How could you ever return to a life that was so foreign to you?

“And you know what?” He leaned in, his voice softer, almost tender, and he spoke as though he were telling you a fun anecdote, “Before I even knew your name, I started calling you Brizo! Do you remember? The goddess of calm seas? The one who watches over sailors and gives them peace? I thought that, maybe, if I could make you Brizo, if I could make you my goddess, and I would be your God... and everything would be perfect…!”

You felt a heaviness settle in your core, one that threatened to drag you into the bottomless pit below. Brizo. A name you hadn’t even known you had, but now it felt like a brand on your soul. He had seen you as an object to possess long before he ever truly knew you. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was something darker. Something so, so twisted.

His eyes searched yours, searching for something. His hand was on your cheek now, the touch almost gentle in its madness. “Can I still call you that, Brizo? …Please? Let me keep calling you that. You… you’re mine. You always have been.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to scream that you were still human, still [Y/N], still you. But the words felt foreign in your mouth. You had tried to fight for so long, but now, in this cold abyss with only Lotan’s presence to anchor you, you realized that you were nothing. You weren’t Brizo, and you weren’t the girl who had once stood on the beach, so full of life and hope. You were just his.

And the last shred of your humanity, the last flickering light of your former self, slowly, agonizingly, began to fade.

“I—" The words caught in your throat, but when you finally spoke, your voice was hollow, broken. “Yes.”

Lotan smiled, and it was as if the entire ocean exhaled with him. For a brief moment, you almost thought you saw a tear in his eye, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. His smile stretched wider, and the suffocating pressure in your chest grew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight it anymore. Not when escape was so futile.

You no longer knew what you were, but it certainly wasn’t human.

[yanphobia]

Morning reblog

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 7

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 6 Index Chapter 8

Author's Note: Extra long chapter to make up for the gap between posts @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

The dying reef stretched out like a graveyard beneath the waves. Its rocky, cold terrain felt alien to your new mermaid body. The sand was coarse, the vegetation sparse and struggling. Even the hardy fish that swam through these barren waters seemed to embody the area’s harshness. Your heart ached for the shore she once knew—its warm sand, the gentle lapping of the surf, and the bright, bustling life she had taken for granted. 

How ironic, you would muse to yourself, that I’d ever miss the beach of all places.

It all felt like a distant dream now.

As a child, your worst fear was being lost to the ocean, dragged deep into its depths where nobody would ever see or hear you again. And this place here, this rocky hollow where you and Lotan resided… It felt like a grim testament to that same type of isolation. Situated on the outskirts of the reef, it was a place where prey was scarce, necessitating long, grueling hunts. Lotan had become eerily attached to this cold, dark cave, some strange relic of his past. You had never fully understood his fixation, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to think of him anymore than you had to - your focus was solely on your desperate plan to find help.

That’s why you had to sneak away to the mer colony.

With every stroke of your tail, the anxiety gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. You knew you had to find the mermaid, the one who seemed so kind, the one who might be willing to help you escape this nightmare. You remembered Sammie’s face and your mother’s warm embrace. The hope of becoming human again was your only solace amidst the crushing dread. You had to believe that the mermaid would help, despite the mounting fear that all would go terribly wrong. She had to help you, she was gentle, she was a thinking creature, she had to empathize…

You were being watched.

The area was empty, but you could feel it. You felt your chest tighten as you froze in place, eyes scanning the area to find them. Out here, in the ocean, anything could be waiting to attack, and so you instinctually made yourself small in a meager attempt to hide yourself. You could almost hear Lotan chastising you for not behaving more like a “proper” mermaid. More like a predator.

You hated the sense of shame that you felt.

But your eyes had been readapted to see in the water, and eventually you found them. The two little ones peering at you from behind a skeleton reef. You recognized them - the young of the mermaid that you were searching for. You swallowed your revulsion and approached the two young merfolk, hoping that your desperation wouldn’t be too off-putting. Their faces, eerily human yet unsettlingly alien, made your skin crawl. You could feel their eyes on you, and the weight of their gaze made your stomach churn.

Despite all of your fears, all of your disgust, you drew closer.

“Please,” you said, “please, help me…”

The younger merfolk stared at you, their expressions unreadable. It was both fascinating and deeply unsettling how their faces were so eerily humanlike yet fundamentally alien. It made you shiver despite the surrounding cold water. You wanted to avoid their gaze, but you forced yourself to stay focused.

“I-I’m not supposed to be here,” you tried again, your voice trembling as you finally allowed yourself to say how you’ve been feeling this entire time, “and it’s been so hard. I’m so lonely, and I’m so scared, and- and… and he scares me so much… please, I- I just want to go home…!”

The children’s curiosity seemed insatiable. One of them slowly swam closer, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. His tiny hand reached out, and you felt a shudder of dread.

As his fingers brushed against your rough scales, you recoiled instinctively, the sensation was jarring and alien. You had been avoiding touching your own body for so long, so used to dissociating from its monstrous appearance. But now, you couldn’t escape it. The child’s touch was tentative at first, but then it grew more exploratory. His fingers traced the sharp fins and uneven texture of your tail, and you felt an intense wave of nausea.

The second child joined in, and the sensation of their tiny hands on your body was almost too much to bear. Their touch was invasive, probing the contours of your quivering gills as if trying to understand you better. You winced with every caress, the contact only heightening your sense of revulsion. Each brush of their fingers against your thickened skin felt like a violation, a stark reminder of how grotesque you had become.

You shut your eyes and grit your fangs, hoping it would be over soon. You could feel yourself beginning to recede deeper into your mind, a habit that you’d been indulging a bit too much lately…

You were jerked back into reality by a sharp pain in your hand. You looked down to find that one of them had latched his jaws onto it.

In a surge of panic and revulsion, you lashed out. You smacked him - hard - but you had forgotten just how strong you’d become… and how sharp your talons were. The sudden movement was driven by a deep-seated fear and disgust, and you immediately regretted your response.

The child stared at you for a moment, the blood from the scratch you had given him wavering the water between the two of you… and then it began to make this horrible wailing sound.

You rushed forward, trying to calm him, but were roughly shoved away from something much larger than you. You slammed into the ground, the coarse rocks scraping their way up your back. You cried out in surprise as you looked up at the mermaid pinning you to the floor.

Their mother, your savior, was staring down at you with a look of pure murder in her eyes. Her fangs glittered menacingly in the dim light filtering through the murky water, a testament to her strength and authority within the colony. You struggled beneath her, but her grip was unyielding, her gaze fixed and unrelenting as she continued to snarl above you. Your heart pounded, and you could barely breathe with the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

“Please,” you tried to plead, your voice barely more than a frightened whisper, “I didn’t mean to hurt him. I’m just trying to—”

Before you could finish, you were abruptly interrupted by a loud screech. Lotan’s presence was sudden and jarring, his expression a mask of strained calm. He reached out to the mermaid, trying to de-escalate the situation in their language, but his attempt only seemed to anger her further. The mermaid’s eyes narrowed as she shifted her attention to him, and the tension in the water grew.

The commotion grew louder as the entire colony gathered, their curiosity quickly turning to hostility. You were already in a dire situation, and now it was getting worse. The merfolk swarmed around, their eyes flashing with anger and suspicion. You tried to make yourself small, but the weight of their disapproval pressed down on you with a crushing force. 

Lotan’s voice was a low rumble of agitation as he tried to pacify the angry mermaid and the onlookers. His attempts at diplomacy were futile; each gesture he made seemed only to irritate the situation further. You met his eyes for only a brief second, but the look of pure disdain that he held for you made you feel more alone than you ever had before. You realized then that he may very well choose to abandon you if it would earn his place back with the colony, and you felt a whole new terror begin to take hold.

The mermaid, who had seemed so docile, was now a fierce protector of her young, and her rage seemed to set off a chain reaction throughout the crowd. You, still pinned beneath her, could barely catch your breath. The weight of her body was suffocating, her fangs mere inches from your face. Your attempts to reason with her had failed, as your words were caught in your throat. Every movement from the other merfolk, every angry shout, only made the situation feel more desperate and uncontrollable.

Her grip tightened, and you could see the anger in her eyes, mingled with a fierce protectiveness over her child. Her aggression wasn’t just a defense—it was a declaration. You and Lotan were intruders, and the entire colony wanted you gone. The scene felt more like an execution than a fight. You could see it in the way the merfolk moved, in the hostility that radiated from them, and in the grim determination on their faces.

Suddenly, Lotan managed to shove the mermaid away, creating a brief respite in the chaos. He grabbed your arm with a rough, panicked grip and pulled you towards him. His eyes were fierce, a mix of desperation and rage. “We need to go. Now!”

You could barely process his words through the cacophony around you. Before you could react, Lotan was dragging you away from the fray, deeper into the dark waters. The colony’s hostility was palpable, their anger chasing you both with an almost physical force. You could feel the water being disturbed behind you, but you dared not look back. 

The journey was a blur of cold, crushing pressure as Lotan dragged you further into the depths, away from the dying reef and the angry mob. The darkness of the ocean deepened, swallowing all light, and the only sounds were the rush of water and your own labored breathing. The cold seemed to seep into your very bones, and the oppressive silence was a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped.

Finally, Lotan slowed his pace, his grip on you loosening just enough for you to catch your breath. You were miles away from the reef now, in a place where the water was darker, colder, and utterly devoid of the life you had desperately hoped to escape to.

You struggled to maintain your composure. All you could do was stare at Lotan, a mix of fear and confusion etched across your face. His expression was unreadable, but there was an undeniable anger simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t just furious with the colony; he was furious with you, with the failure of your plan, and perhaps even with himself for not foreseeing the fallout.

Lotan’s breathing was heavy, his anger palpable in the water around you. He looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver, his eyes reflecting the cold, dark expanse of the ocean. The silence between you was suffocating, filled with the weight of unspoken words and failed hopes.

Your thoughts raced, chaotic and desperate. The plan had failed spectacularly, and your hope of escaping Lotan’s clutches seemed to dissolve in the oppressive depths. The weight of the rejection and the fear of what awaited you in the dark abyss made your heart pound with a mixture of dread and despair.

As you looked back toward the distant, fading light of the dying reef, a sense of profound loss settled over you. Everything you had fought for seemed more distant than ever, and the ocean around you was now a boundless expanse of cold, dark despair.

Finally, he spoke.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did?”

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 7

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 6 Index Chapter 8

Author's Note: Extra long chapter to make up for the gap between posts @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

The dying reef stretched out like a graveyard beneath the waves. Its rocky, cold terrain felt alien to your new mermaid body. The sand was coarse, the vegetation sparse and struggling. Even the hardy fish that swam through these barren waters seemed to embody the area’s harshness. Your heart ached for the shore she once knew—its warm sand, the gentle lapping of the surf, and the bright, bustling life she had taken for granted. 

How ironic, you would muse to yourself, that I’d ever miss the beach of all places.

It all felt like a distant dream now.

As a child, your worst fear was being lost to the ocean, dragged deep into its depths where nobody would ever see or hear you again. And this place here, this rocky hollow where you and Lotan resided… It felt like a grim testament to that same type of isolation. Situated on the outskirts of the reef, it was a place where prey was scarce, necessitating long, grueling hunts. Lotan had become eerily attached to this cold, dark cave, some strange relic of his past. You had never fully understood his fixation, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to think of him anymore than you had to - your focus was solely on your desperate plan to find help.

That’s why you had to sneak away to the mer colony.

With every stroke of your tail, the anxiety gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. You knew you had to find the mermaid, the one who seemed so kind, the one who might be willing to help you escape this nightmare. You remembered Sammie’s face and your mother’s warm embrace. The hope of becoming human again was your only solace amidst the crushing dread. You had to believe that the mermaid would help, despite the mounting fear that all would go terribly wrong. She had to help you, she was gentle, she was a thinking creature, she had to empathize…

You were being watched.

The area was empty, but you could feel it. You felt your chest tighten as you froze in place, eyes scanning the area to find them. Out here, in the ocean, anything could be waiting to attack, and so you instinctually made yourself small in a meager attempt to hide yourself. You could almost hear Lotan chastising you for not behaving more like a “proper” mermaid. More like a predator.

You hated the sense of shame that you felt.

But your eyes had been readapted to see in the water, and eventually you found them. The two little ones peering at you from behind a skeleton reef. You recognized them - the young of the mermaid that you were searching for. You swallowed your revulsion and approached the two young merfolk, hoping that your desperation wouldn’t be too off-putting. Their faces, eerily human yet unsettlingly alien, made your skin crawl. You could feel their eyes on you, and the weight of their gaze made your stomach churn.

Despite all of your fears, all of your disgust, you drew closer.

“Please,” you said, “please, help me…”

The younger merfolk stared at you, their expressions unreadable. It was both fascinating and deeply unsettling how their faces were so eerily humanlike yet fundamentally alien. It made you shiver despite the surrounding cold water. You wanted to avoid their gaze, but you forced yourself to stay focused.

“I-I’m not supposed to be here,” you tried again, your voice trembling as you finally allowed yourself to say how you’ve been feeling this entire time, “and it’s been so hard. I’m so lonely, and I’m so scared, and- and… and he scares me so much… please, I- I just want to go home…!”

The children’s curiosity seemed insatiable. One of them slowly swam closer, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. His tiny hand reached out, and you felt a shudder of dread.

As his fingers brushed against your rough scales, you recoiled instinctively, the sensation was jarring and alien. You had been avoiding touching your own body for so long, so used to dissociating from its monstrous appearance. But now, you couldn’t escape it. The child’s touch was tentative at first, but then it grew more exploratory. His fingers traced the sharp fins and uneven texture of your tail, and you felt an intense wave of nausea.

The second child joined in, and the sensation of their tiny hands on your body was almost too much to bear. Their touch was invasive, probing the contours of your quivering gills as if trying to understand you better. You winced with every caress, the contact only heightening your sense of revulsion. Each brush of their fingers against your thickened skin felt like a violation, a stark reminder of how grotesque you had become.

You shut your eyes and grit your fangs, hoping it would be over soon. You could feel yourself beginning to recede deeper into your mind, a habit that you’d been indulging a bit too much lately…

You were jerked back into reality by a sharp pain in your hand. You looked down to find that one of them had latched his jaws onto it.

In a surge of panic and revulsion, you lashed out. You smacked him - hard - but you had forgotten just how strong you’d become… and how sharp your talons were. The sudden movement was driven by a deep-seated fear and disgust, and you immediately regretted your response.

The child stared at you for a moment, the blood from the scratch you had given him wavering the water between the two of you… and then it began to make this horrible wailing sound.

You rushed forward, trying to calm him, but were roughly shoved away from something much larger than you. You slammed into the ground, the coarse rocks scraping their way up your back. You cried out in surprise as you looked up at the mermaid pinning you to the floor.

Their mother, your savior, was staring down at you with a look of pure murder in her eyes. Her fangs glittered menacingly in the dim light filtering through the murky water, a testament to her strength and authority within the colony. You struggled beneath her, but her grip was unyielding, her gaze fixed and unrelenting as she continued to snarl above you. Your heart pounded, and you could barely breathe with the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

“Please,” you tried to plead, your voice barely more than a frightened whisper, “I didn’t mean to hurt him. I’m just trying to—”

Before you could finish, you were abruptly interrupted by a loud screech. Lotan’s presence was sudden and jarring, his expression a mask of strained calm. He reached out to the mermaid, trying to de-escalate the situation in their language, but his attempt only seemed to anger her further. The mermaid’s eyes narrowed as she shifted her attention to him, and the tension in the water grew.

The commotion grew louder as the entire colony gathered, their curiosity quickly turning to hostility. You were already in a dire situation, and now it was getting worse. The merfolk swarmed around, their eyes flashing with anger and suspicion. You tried to make yourself small, but the weight of their disapproval pressed down on you with a crushing force. 

Lotan’s voice was a low rumble of agitation as he tried to pacify the angry mermaid and the onlookers. His attempts at diplomacy were futile; each gesture he made seemed only to irritate the situation further. You met his eyes for only a brief second, but the look of pure disdain that he held for you made you feel more alone than you ever had before. You realized then that he may very well choose to abandon you if it would earn his place back with the colony, and you felt a whole new terror begin to take hold.

The mermaid, who had seemed so docile, was now a fierce protector of her young, and her rage seemed to set off a chain reaction throughout the crowd. You, still pinned beneath her, could barely catch your breath. The weight of her body was suffocating, her fangs mere inches from your face. Your attempts to reason with her had failed, as your words were caught in your throat. Every movement from the other merfolk, every angry shout, only made the situation feel more desperate and uncontrollable.

Her grip tightened, and you could see the anger in her eyes, mingled with a fierce protectiveness over her child. Her aggression wasn’t just a defense—it was a declaration. You and Lotan were intruders, and the entire colony wanted you gone. The scene felt more like an execution than a fight. You could see it in the way the merfolk moved, in the hostility that radiated from them, and in the grim determination on their faces.

Suddenly, Lotan managed to shove the mermaid away, creating a brief respite in the chaos. He grabbed your arm with a rough, panicked grip and pulled you towards him. His eyes were fierce, a mix of desperation and rage. “We need to go. Now!”

You could barely process his words through the cacophony around you. Before you could react, Lotan was dragging you away from the fray, deeper into the dark waters. The colony’s hostility was palpable, their anger chasing you both with an almost physical force. You could feel the water being disturbed behind you, but you dared not look back. 

The journey was a blur of cold, crushing pressure as Lotan dragged you further into the depths, away from the dying reef and the angry mob. The darkness of the ocean deepened, swallowing all light, and the only sounds were the rush of water and your own labored breathing. The cold seemed to seep into your very bones, and the oppressive silence was a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped.

Finally, Lotan slowed his pace, his grip on you loosening just enough for you to catch your breath. You were miles away from the reef now, in a place where the water was darker, colder, and utterly devoid of the life you had desperately hoped to escape to.

You struggled to maintain your composure. All you could do was stare at Lotan, a mix of fear and confusion etched across your face. His expression was unreadable, but there was an undeniable anger simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t just furious with the colony; he was furious with you, with the failure of your plan, and perhaps even with himself for not foreseeing the fallout.

Lotan’s breathing was heavy, his anger palpable in the water around you. He looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver, his eyes reflecting the cold, dark expanse of the ocean. The silence between you was suffocating, filled with the weight of unspoken words and failed hopes.

Your thoughts raced, chaotic and desperate. The plan had failed spectacularly, and your hope of escaping Lotan’s clutches seemed to dissolve in the oppressive depths. The weight of the rejection and the fear of what awaited you in the dark abyss made your heart pound with a mixture of dread and despair.

As you looked back toward the distant, fading light of the dying reef, a sense of profound loss settled over you. Everything you had fought for seemed more distant than ever, and the ocean around you was now a boundless expanse of cold, dark despair.

Finally, he spoke.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did?”

[yanphobia]

morning reblog

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 6

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 5 Index Chapter 7

Author's Note: this muse is impossible, i've rewritten this way too many times 😭 @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911.  @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

For the next few days, the colony of merfolk consumed your every thought. You dedicated countless hours to studying them, clumsily maneuvering through the water to get as close as possible without being noticed. They spoke in a melodious language that echoed through the currents, a symphony of sounds that both intrigued and frustrated you. Several times, out of sheer curiosity, you approached Lotan, hoping he would teach you a few phrases. Each time, however, he deflected your request with a mixture of reluctance and dismissiveness.

"No, my love," Lotan would say, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. "You're not ready for their language yet. I can translate for you, and show you how to hunt instead, what prey to pursue."

His insistence puzzled you. Why was he so unwilling to share this fundamental part of his world? Hadn't he eagerly guided you in every other aspect of mermaid life? You couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling you—a hidden truth beneath his placid surface… Your unease only deepened from there.

Despite Lotan's attempts to distract you, your fascination with the merfolk only grew stronger. They really were strange creatures - you’ll never be able to look at their more human halves without seeing waterlogged corpses - but the way they moved through the water was undeniably elegant. Beautiful, even.They moved through the water with effortless grace, their tails swaying in rhythm with the currents, a stark contrast to the clumsy, unwieldy form you now inhabited in comparison. 

Your observations were accompanied by a mounting sense of dread. The colony’s matriarchal society was evident—the larger, more powerful females presiding over the smaller males, commanding respect and taking their fill of food first. The dynamics you observed confirmed that the females held authority over the less dominant position of the males. But it was odd - Lotan, you had noticed, was much smaller than the other males. Scrawny, one could say. You hated to look at him, but the bone structure in his face was much less defined, his muscles much more subtle, his hair even was kept short in comparison to the others. These realizations only heightened your apprehension, as the societal structure seemed both alien and intimidating.

Lotan's discomfort with your burgeoning interest was palpable. Whenever you expressed curiosity about the colony, he would subtly redirect the conversation, his passive-aggressive remarks hinting at his disdain for their ways.

"You needn't concern yourself with them," Lotan insisted one evening, his tone edged with bitterness. "Once we reintroduce ourselves, they'll see our worth. Right now they're too traditional, stuck in their ways. They won’t know how to properly respect us."

His words struck a nerve. "But Lotan," you protested, bewildered by his sudden hostility, "aren't we learning their ways to join them? To be accepted among them?"

Lotan scoffed, a forced laugh escaping him. "Accept - no, we don’t want to be accepted by them! The mermaids, they're troublesome - all too high-strung, and too domineering. The mermen are worse… they’ll only ever mistreat you. They'll never accept us as equals. But the two of us… we’re going to show them the future of our kind!"

That… was incredibly strange to you. You couldn’t help but feel as though you had been dropped into a horrible situation - well, one that was worse from the one that you were currently in. But you had to remain optimistic - this was only strengthening your resolve to escape.

—

One mermaid in particular had caught your eye. She was a softer presence amidst the more imposing figures around her, interacting with her young in a manner that spoke of genuine care. Her gentleness stood out in a society where dominance was often displayed with harshness. Watching her, you felt a pang of longing, a deep-seated yearning for the familiar comforts of your past life.

As you observed her nurturing behavior, the memories of your own mother surfaced, vivid and poignant. You remembered the long nights spent huddled together in the small apartment you once called home. She was undeniably a flawed woman, but despite the frequent arguments and instability, there was a profound, undeniable love between you—a love that had been a source of both comfort and pain. The realization of how much you missed her, despite everything, hit you with an overwhelming force.

The contrast between your current life and those memories was jarring. Your new form, so different from the human body you had once inhabited, felt like a constant mockery of your past. Each glance at your reflection in the water brought a shudder of disgust. The once-familiar shape was now misshapen and alien, a grotesque reminder of the life you had lost. 

In the dim, cool light of the underwater world, the weight of your homesickness and the revulsion towards your current situation were almost unbearable. The simple act of remembering your mother, of longing for the warmth and security of your past, only intensified the bleakness of your situation. You felt trapped between two worlds, neither fully belonging to the one you had known nor fully integrated into the strange, cold reality you now faced.

As you prepared to leave the safety of the shadows and approach her, the uncertainty of your situation loomed large. The risk of drawing unwanted attention or provoking hostility from the other merfolk added a layer of tension to your already fraught emotions. Each movement, each breath, felt fraught with potential peril, and the fear of the unknown made your heart race with a mix of dread and hope.

But you had to try. You were never meant to be trapped down here, living like an animal at the mercy of some crazed beast who had kidnapped and distorted you. You knew it in your soul.

You knew that she knew it, too.

[yanphobia]

Hey! Finished cleistrophobia and feeling ✨️ inspired ✨️

Would you be okay if I wrote some fanfiction for it??

Holy shit, yes?!?!

But only if you send it to me!

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 6

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 5 Index Chapter 7

Author's Note: this muse is impossible, i've rewritten this way too many times 😭 @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911.  @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

For the next few days, the colony of merfolk consumed your every thought. You dedicated countless hours to studying them, clumsily maneuvering through the water to get as close as possible without being noticed. They spoke in a melodious language that echoed through the currents, a symphony of sounds that both intrigued and frustrated you. Several times, out of sheer curiosity, you approached Lotan, hoping he would teach you a few phrases. Each time, however, he deflected your request with a mixture of reluctance and dismissiveness.

"No, my love," Lotan would say, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. "You're not ready for their language yet. I can translate for you, and show you how to hunt instead, what prey to pursue."

His insistence puzzled you. Why was he so unwilling to share this fundamental part of his world? Hadn't he eagerly guided you in every other aspect of mermaid life? You couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling you—a hidden truth beneath his placid surface… Your unease only deepened from there.

Despite Lotan's attempts to distract you, your fascination with the merfolk only grew stronger. They really were strange creatures - you’ll never be able to look at their more human halves without seeing waterlogged corpses - but the way they moved through the water was undeniably elegant. Beautiful, even.They moved through the water with effortless grace, their tails swaying in rhythm with the currents, a stark contrast to the clumsy, unwieldy form you now inhabited in comparison. 

Your observations were accompanied by a mounting sense of dread. The colony’s matriarchal society was evident—the larger, more powerful females presiding over the smaller males, commanding respect and taking their fill of food first. The dynamics you observed confirmed that the females held authority over the less dominant position of the males. But it was odd - Lotan, you had noticed, was much smaller than the other males. Scrawny, one could say. You hated to look at him, but the bone structure in his face was much less defined, his muscles much more subtle, his hair even was kept short in comparison to the others. These realizations only heightened your apprehension, as the societal structure seemed both alien and intimidating.

Lotan's discomfort with your burgeoning interest was palpable. Whenever you expressed curiosity about the colony, he would subtly redirect the conversation, his passive-aggressive remarks hinting at his disdain for their ways.

"You needn't concern yourself with them," Lotan insisted one evening, his tone edged with bitterness. "Once we reintroduce ourselves, they'll see our worth. Right now they're too traditional, stuck in their ways. They won’t know how to properly respect us."

His words struck a nerve. "But Lotan," you protested, bewildered by his sudden hostility, "aren't we learning their ways to join them? To be accepted among them?"

Lotan scoffed, a forced laugh escaping him. "Accept - no, we don’t want to be accepted by them! The mermaids, they're troublesome - all too high-strung, and too domineering. The mermen are worse… they’ll only ever mistreat you. They'll never accept us as equals. But the two of us… we’re going to show them the future of our kind!"

That… was incredibly strange to you. You couldn’t help but feel as though you had been dropped into a horrible situation - well, one that was worse from the one that you were currently in. But you had to remain optimistic - this was only strengthening your resolve to escape.

—

One mermaid in particular had caught your eye. She was a softer presence amidst the more imposing figures around her, interacting with her young in a manner that spoke of genuine care. Her gentleness stood out in a society where dominance was often displayed with harshness. Watching her, you felt a pang of longing, a deep-seated yearning for the familiar comforts of your past life.

As you observed her nurturing behavior, the memories of your own mother surfaced, vivid and poignant. You remembered the long nights spent huddled together in the small apartment you once called home. She was undeniably a flawed woman, but despite the frequent arguments and instability, there was a profound, undeniable love between you—a love that had been a source of both comfort and pain. The realization of how much you missed her, despite everything, hit you with an overwhelming force.

The contrast between your current life and those memories was jarring. Your new form, so different from the human body you had once inhabited, felt like a constant mockery of your past. Each glance at your reflection in the water brought a shudder of disgust. The once-familiar shape was now misshapen and alien, a grotesque reminder of the life you had lost. 

In the dim, cool light of the underwater world, the weight of your homesickness and the revulsion towards your current situation were almost unbearable. The simple act of remembering your mother, of longing for the warmth and security of your past, only intensified the bleakness of your situation. You felt trapped between two worlds, neither fully belonging to the one you had known nor fully integrated into the strange, cold reality you now faced.

As you prepared to leave the safety of the shadows and approach her, the uncertainty of your situation loomed large. The risk of drawing unwanted attention or provoking hostility from the other merfolk added a layer of tension to your already fraught emotions. Each movement, each breath, felt fraught with potential peril, and the fear of the unknown made your heart race with a mix of dread and hope.

But you had to try. You were never meant to be trapped down here, living like an animal at the mercy of some crazed beast who had kidnapped and distorted you. You knew it in your soul.

You knew that she knew it, too.

[yanphobia]

Morning reblog

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 5

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 4 Index

Author's Note: the plot thiccens @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911.  @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

“Come on, [Y/N],” Sammie called gently, her voice as soothing as a soft wave. “You should join us!”

She beckoned you toward her and your new classmates, inviting you into their conversation. On your first day at this new school in a new town, she made you feel welcome and wanted…

 …Yet, looking around at these unfamiliar faces with their dead-eyed stares, you felt so judged. Their fish-like eyes, empty and dull like Lotan’s, conveyed such silent contempt.

“W-what’s wrong?” You whispered to your captor, but he only shushed you.

One mermaid approached you both. She was a formidable sight - large, powerful, and awfully frightening, you weren’t able to meet her gaze.

She emitted a strange sound. It was not unlike the clicking of dolphins, and yet it sounded so much more ancient and ethereal. Lotan responded in the same tongue, which provoked a series of terrible hisses from the surrounding merfolk. Lotan made a similar hissing noise, though noticeably much weaker in strength, and the elder mermaid responded by screeching, bristling her fins, and enlarging herself menacingly. You and Lotan cowered rather pathetically in response. He made a few final weak clicks before dragging the two of you to the edge of the camp. 

“Please,” you begged, “what’s happening?!”

“I-it’s nothing, my love,” he assured you, “they just… need some time to adjust.”

And so you waited. Well, at least, you tried.

You weren’t allowed to approach them. Ever. Lotan was your sole provider - he’d hunt for you, as you were unused to doing so, he’d aid you in swimming, as you were not used to. On occasion, you’d forget how to use your gills - and, of course, he was always there to re-teach you. You were, in a word, helpless - so unequipped to survive out here in the wilderness, with your very human instincts fighting you every time you tried to adapt to your new surroundings.

It was so awful. You hated being so dependent on him… Even though he loved to relish in the attention that you were forced to give him. He thought it adorable how you had to cling to him for survival, where phrases like “Where would you be without me?” and “Don’t worry darling, you can repay me for this someday!” were often said. He meant for them to be playful, but when you remembered that he was the reason you were in your current state, they felt like slaps in the face. Despite his hungry stares and lingering touches, your fear of him began to melt into deep, bitter hatred.

It was one morning, when he had dropped a half dead fish in front of you, that you were brave enough to question it all.

“...Lotan,” you said, as you gingerly picked it up, “Why can’t we join them?” You prodded at it with your nail - talon - nail, it was just a long nail.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he interrupted, “do it the way I taught you to, remember? Like this!”

He grabbed his fish, bit into its soft underbelly, and the poor thing flailed helplessly. You’ve seen him do this before, and he often tried to get you to follow suit, yet it always seemed to catch you off guard. You retched.

“Aww, so adorable, you’re always so gentle with them! Here, let me start it off for you.” He cooed. You couldn’t decide which was worse, the way he patronized you or his apparent inability to realize how uncomfortable he made you.

“...Why can’t we join them? The others?”

“Here you go! Remember, start with the heart before the blood coagulates - ”

“Lotan, why -”

“- then move to the liver, use your tongue to get it out -”

You sighed, zoning out as he finished his lecture. He never really spoke to you—just at you, always pushing his agenda. It was exhausting, and despite spending every moment together, awake or asleep, his presence made you feel terribly lonely.app

So you really had no choice. He used to let you eat by picking out bits of meat with your fingers and bringing them to your mouth, but lately he’s been much firmer on making you do it the “correct” way. You had to do it - as disgusting as it was, it would appease him, and you figured that it would help you get a clear answer.

Anytime you had to do something in this new body, you had to… step outside of yourself, for a bit. Everything was so foreign, and your human mind simply couldn’t grasp the techniques that you needed to survive. And so… you did it. You brought the dying fish to your mouth, tearing into its flesh with your teeth, ignoring the sensation of fresh blood spilling into your mouth to the best of your ability. You tuned out Lotan’s intense stare so well that you didn’t even notice his tentative glances at the curious onlookers behind you. In fact, you were never really aware of when they were watching.

The good thing about being in water, you supposed, was how quickly it washed away blood. You don’t think you could handle the way it would feel dripping down your skin. You had to ask him now, if only to distract yourself from thinking about the act you had just committed.

“Lotan…” you began sweetly, “why can’t we join the others?”

He sighed as he watched the area behind you. When you turned to see what he was looking at, you were only met with an empty rock bed.

“[Y/N], they just don’t understand yet.” He took your hands into his own. “In our society, any contact with humans is strictly forbidden. It reaches back to the old days, you know… when we would kill each other on sight. Humans had a big part in devastating our population. We’ve had to retreat and learn to live in these secluded areas… All of these centuries later, and it's still hard to find other colonies. To them, you’re just a grim reminder of our bloody history.”

You were shocked. Until just a few days ago, you had no idea that these things even existed. But now that everything in your life has been thoroughly turned on its head, now that you’ve thrown into this surreal world, you weren’t sure what to believe in anymore. Was he even being honest with you, or was there another half to the story…?

Noticing your response, he tightened his grip on you in order to shake you from your thoughts.

“But there’s no need to worry! The more we work on your habits, the more they’ll see that you’re one of us - and they’ll welcome us back to the colony in no time!”

His words only caused your chest to seize up. He clearly had no interest in empathizing, in understanding that you did not want to be there. No, no - he was not someone that you could trust.

Your mind raced as you realized this. If you kept placating him, if you kept altering your behavior to act more like a mermaid, then you’d trap yourself in this form forever. You tried to control your breathing as you thought of your next plan. You could only hear blood rushing in your head as your gills stopped working - surely, this was a sign from the universe that you weren’t meant to live underwater?! Your body went on autopilot as it allowed Lotan to pin you down and force his monstrous hand over your nose and mouth, making you breathe through those dreadful things on your torso.

You knew that Lotan would never release you, and you knew that you had to act. But if there was a way to make you like this, there had to be a way to reverse it. The other mermaids didn’t accept you; they still saw you as a human. And the enemy of thy enemy is thy friend, as the old saying goes. You felt yourself calm down, you felt Lotan take you into his disgusting arms and murmur his useless comforting words, as you realized that your future lied in convincing these strange creatures to help you return to your world.

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 5

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 4 Index Chapter 6

Author's Note: the plot thiccens @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911.  @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

“Come on, [Y/N],” Sammie called gently, her voice as soothing as a soft wave. “You should join us!”

She beckoned you toward her and your new classmates, inviting you into their conversation. On your first day at this new school in a new town, she made you feel welcome and wanted…

 …Yet, looking around at these unfamiliar faces with their dead-eyed stares, you felt so judged. Their fish-like eyes, empty and dull like Lotan’s, conveyed such silent contempt.

“W-what’s wrong?” You whispered to your captor, but he only shushed you.

One mermaid approached you both. She was a formidable sight - large, powerful, and awfully frightening, you weren’t able to meet her gaze.

She emitted a strange sound. It was not unlike the clicking of dolphins, and yet it sounded so much more ancient and ethereal. Lotan responded in the same tongue, which provoked a series of terrible hisses from the surrounding merfolk. Lotan made a similar hissing noise, though noticeably much weaker in strength, and the elder mermaid responded by screeching, bristling her fins, and enlarging herself menacingly. You and Lotan cowered rather pathetically in response. He made a few final weak clicks before dragging the two of you to the edge of the camp. 

“Please,” you begged, “what’s happening?!”

“I-it’s nothing, my love,” he assured you, “they just… need some time to adjust.”

And so you waited. Well, at least, you tried.

You weren’t allowed to approach them. Ever. Lotan was your sole provider - he’d hunt for you, as you were unused to doing so, he’d aid you in swimming, as you were not used to. On occasion, you’d forget how to use your gills - and, of course, he was always there to re-teach you. You were, in a word, helpless - so unequipped to survive out here in the wilderness, with your very human instincts fighting you every time you tried to adapt to your new surroundings.

It was so awful. You hated being so dependent on him… Even though he loved to relish in the attention that you were forced to give him. He thought it adorable how you had to cling to him for survival, where phrases like “Where would you be without me?” and “Don’t worry darling, you can repay me for this someday!” were often said. He meant for them to be playful, but when you remembered that he was the reason you were in your current state, they felt like slaps in the face. Despite his hungry stares and lingering touches, your fear of him began to melt into deep, bitter hatred.

It was one morning, when he had dropped a half dead fish in front of you, that you were brave enough to question it all.

“...Lotan,” you said, as you gingerly picked it up, “Why can’t we join them?” You prodded at it with your nail - talon - nail, it was just a long nail.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he interrupted, “do it the way I taught you to, remember? Like this!”

He grabbed his fish, bit into its soft underbelly, and the poor thing flailed helplessly. You’ve seen him do this before, and he often tried to get you to follow suit, yet it always seemed to catch you off guard. You retched.

“Aww, so adorable, you’re always so gentle with them! Here, let me start it off for you.” He cooed. You couldn’t decide which was worse, the way he patronized you or his apparent inability to realize how uncomfortable he made you.

“...Why can’t we join them? The others?”

“Here you go! Remember, start with the heart before the blood coagulates - ”

“Lotan, why -”

“- then move to the liver, use your tongue to get it out -”

You sighed, zoning out as he finished his lecture. He never really spoke to you—just at you, always pushing his agenda. It was exhausting, and despite spending every moment together, awake or asleep, his presence made you feel terribly lonely.app

So you really had no choice. He used to let you eat by picking out bits of meat with your fingers and bringing them to your mouth, but lately he’s been much firmer on making you do it the “correct” way. You had to do it - as disgusting as it was, it would appease him, and you figured that it would help you get a clear answer.

Anytime you had to do something in this new body, you had to… step outside of yourself, for a bit. Everything was so foreign, and your human mind simply couldn’t grasp the techniques that you needed to survive. And so… you did it. You brought the dying fish to your mouth, tearing into its flesh with your teeth, ignoring the sensation of fresh blood spilling into your mouth to the best of your ability. You tuned out Lotan’s intense stare so well that you didn’t even notice his tentative glances at the curious onlookers behind you. In fact, you were never really aware of when they were watching.

The good thing about being in water, you supposed, was how quickly it washed away blood. You don’t think you could handle the way it would feel dripping down your skin. You had to ask him now, if only to distract yourself from thinking about the act you had just committed.

“Lotan…” you began sweetly, “why can’t we join the others?”

He sighed as he watched the area behind you. When you turned to see what he was looking at, you were only met with an empty rock bed.

“[Y/N], they just don’t understand yet.” He took your hands into his own. “In our society, any contact with humans is strictly forbidden. It reaches back to the old days, you know… when we would kill each other on sight. Humans had a big part in devastating our population. We’ve had to retreat and learn to live in these secluded areas… All of these centuries later, and it's still hard to find other colonies. To them, you’re just a grim reminder of our bloody history.”

You were shocked. Until just a few days ago, you had no idea that these things even existed. But now that everything in your life has been thoroughly turned on its head, now that you’ve thrown into this surreal world, you weren’t sure what to believe in anymore. Was he even being honest with you, or was there another half to the story…?

Noticing your response, he tightened his grip on you in order to shake you from your thoughts.

“But there’s no need to worry! The more we work on your habits, the more they’ll see that you’re one of us - and they’ll welcome us back to the colony in no time!”

His words only caused your chest to seize up. He clearly had no interest in empathizing, in understanding that you did not want to be there. No, no - he was not someone that you could trust.

Your mind raced as you realized this. If you kept placating him, if you kept altering your behavior to act more like a mermaid, then you’d trap yourself in this form forever. You tried to control your breathing as you thought of your next plan. You could only hear blood rushing in your head as your gills stopped working - surely, this was a sign from the universe that you weren’t meant to live underwater?! Your body went on autopilot as it allowed Lotan to pin you down and force his monstrous hand over your nose and mouth, making you breathe through those dreadful things on your torso.

You knew that Lotan would never release you, and you knew that you had to act. But if there was a way to make you like this, there had to be a way to reverse it. The other mermaids didn’t accept you; they still saw you as a human. And the enemy of thy enemy is thy friend, as the old saying goes. You felt yourself calm down, you felt Lotan take you into his disgusting arms and murmur his useless comforting words, as you realized that your future lied in convincing these strange creatures to help you return to your world.