#(⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) seelie writings

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"Oh, the smaller guy who is always with Simon?"

You mistakenly said once and since then johnny always makes sure to tower over you whenever you are around, reminding you that he is not so little as you claimed, little bonnie.

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Imagine tapping Soap's shoulder when you feel the tell tale signs of him cumming. He groans and murmurs a "yes yes will not come inside, bonnie."

But you know he wasn't listening because instead of letting you go, he grabbed your hips tighter and angled your legs higher so he could hit it deeper when he cums.

After he came, he just placed his head on top of your tits with a cheshire grin, knowing what he did. Eyes hazy, sweat dripping down from his forehead, and too pussy drunk as he tried to placate you with a half ass apology.

"'m sorry, bonnie. yer pussy locked me up. can't pull it out."

Pulls out because he likes seeing his come on you: Ghost

Pulls out because it's safer even with birth control: Gaz

Pulls out so you can swallow it: Nikolai

Who said anything about pulling out?: Price, Soap

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Mr. Crawling hated Bath Time and Showers

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, hint of SMUT, ghost revenge. It's not that bad.

my first post was flagged. dunno if it was reported but seriously?

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No thoughts but forcing Mr. Crawling to take a shower. He has been crawling around since you met him and you have noticed his dirty and tattered clothes. There wasn't a problem when you two were still in that old abandoned building. But in your apartment? Being unclean is a no go. Just like a dog who hates baths, Mr. Crawling hated the idea to the point that he refused to go out of your closet. He had been repeating the same words as you try to pry the doors open.

"You not love me?" "Why bath?" "Not love me that's why bath?" "I like you but you not like me."

You admit it was kind of adorable. It was the same when he panicked when asked if he wanted his hair to be cut short.

You are getting out of nowhere and so with a promise, you told him that he can ask you of anything if he takes a shower. Just like offering a dog a treat during training. It took a lot of reassurance, but in the end, he allowed himself to bathe. If it was that easy.

And just like a vengeful dog that shakes its fur, to spray the excess water on its owner - Mr Crawling did the same.

He flinches, and he jerks, splashing water all over your already small bathroom. And ultimately drenched you, when he strongly pulled you down with him after he freaked out when the hot water turned cold because he was taking too long. You have no choice but to take a shower as well or you'll get a cold.

You can't help the tick of annoyance when he sighs in content as you help dry his hair. His head is on your lap, and he seems refreshed and peaceful. If he wasn't so cute, you will probably get back at him. But he looks so clean, comfortable, and glowing with happiness.

Maybe next time.

Showers always make you feel drowsy. You blink slowly and feel relaxed as he looks up with a wide grin. You can't help but give him a peck on the lips and kiss on his forehead. Such a good boy.

You chuckle when you hear his infamous giggle. You were about to continue drying his hair when he quickly moved, grabbed your shoulders and forcefully pushed you down the couch.

"Done! Me treat!" He declared.

"What?"

He didn't even give you enough time to think when he suddenly held both of your legs and pulled you closer to him. You remind yourself to apologize to the neighbors if they complain about the noise.

He didn't even give you enough time to raise yourself using your elbow, when he raised both your legs up, put it on his shoulder, and giggled as he was face to face with your clothed core. You can feel his hot breath and you gasped when he sniffed you down there. His giggles reverberate as he teases you with an experimental lick.

"Shower here too. Wet."

Is all you remember him say as you felt a full blown shiver of want from your head to your toes. It will be a long night for sure.

He may be cute but Mr. Crawling can be extremely vengeful because you had a hard time walking the next day. He made sure that it wasn't only him who would crawl around. And weirdly enough, after that, he was the one who reminded you that he needed a shower.

[seeliemansi]

You Made Him Worried (Mr. Crawling x Reader)

Synopsis: The last thing you want is to make him worried

a/n: Wrote this while high on antihistamine, will probably rewrite after I got better *hic*

Part of this universe

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Mr. Crawling despises it when you get hurt. He tends to be extra clingy, extra needy, and very shaky when it happens.

You have to be careful as you dance around the topic of you getting hurt because he is not playing with your safety.

That's why when you slipped, and the cause was just you being careless as you decided that running towards your apartment to go home is a good decision during a sudden rain, it hit you so bad, you didn't even have time to say ouch out loud. Enough with protecting yourself from getting wet. You were more worried that he will panic and will start a power surge that can cause an electricity loss in your apartment building. You need the heater and can't sleep with how cold it is tonight.

Your white dress is wet and ruined. Your hair is a mess. You are bruised and in pain. And you walk upstairs with a limp. A good way to end the day you supposed.

You remind yourself to be cool. Not to make Mr. Crawling worried. You just want it to not be awkward when you meet him back home, waiting for you at his usual spot.

At least that's the plan.

The moment you stepped inside, all smiles, acting silly, downplaying what happened, you tried your best. You really do.

But when you opened your eyes, and looked at him.

His smile was turned into a frown. And with a shaky voice he asked.

“You, what happened?”

“You. Blood? Wound?”

“Hurt? Hurt?” He continued asking as he grabbed your arm. A wince came out of your mouth not from his hold, but from a cut you never saw due to the dimly lit streets and the mud that clung on your skin.

“No! Mr. Crawling, I am okay. See, not hurt and painful at all.” You grabbed his hand and wrapped it around yours, trying to divert his attention. You bite the inside of your cheeks, pretending that your whole body is not sore from the fall.

“Let's go, Mr. Crawling. I need to change or I will get a cold.” You insisted as you stepped inside and tried to chuckle, trying to dissipate the tension that is slowly building up in the air. When suddenly, he stopped, pulled his hands out of your hold, slowly stood up, and towered over you.

“No!” He screamed, voice deeper than usual. He walked closer, an inch away from you. His breathing is heavy. His hair seems to have a brain of its own as it stood, like Medusa’s snakes. The electricity flickers as he moves.

You gulped, planning to take a step back but you’ve been cornered by a wall. You can only helplessly look up at him. Watching the dark look clouding over his face.

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“You done?” He asked, too chirpy to your liking.

“I will be done soon. Can you let go of my hand for a moment?” You draw circles on his hand that was holding yours as you bathe in the tub. The curtains were drawn, to give you a little privacy. A little uncomfortable but if you fully close it, he will surely sit in the tub and watch you bath instead.

This is the only compromise he agreed to so he will stop standing up and darkening your hallway.

Although you know he wasn't capable of hurting you, you got so scared when he suddenly stood up and towered over you. All you can think about is to make a compromise that he will like, or at least to lessen his worry. It breaks your heart to see him worried.

“Yes. Yes. Towel?” He offered. But when you tried to grab it from his hold, he pulled it so you would let it go.

“No! Me help you.” He insisted.

“But I can do it by myself.” You countered.

“I said no. I will help you.” A shiver ran down your spine when he suddenly was able to form a whole sentence in your language.

“Alright.” You sighed and stepped out of the tub. He is standing up, hands holding the towel wide open. He is grinning and looking thrilled. Who would have blamed him? It is the first time you two are inside the bathroom together. “Come! Come!” He giggles as he wraps it around you.

The way he switches from terrifying to sweet is always a surprise to you. He can be the sweetest but when push comes to shove, the most frightening ghost you have ever seen.

“Here, kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” He spoke as he raised your arm and kissed all the visible cuts and bruises you have on your skin.

You can't help but giggle from the gesture, feeling your heart swell with happiness. You may be sore but you're glad that you took him home.

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HEAR ME OUT! Mc (reader) performs "Earned it" by The Weeknd (yes the tiktok dance) meanwhile Mr. Crawling 👁️👄👁️

It's your choice whether u make it sfw/nsfw I WANNA KNOW HIS REACTION-

I will be honest with you nonnie. I think Mr. Crawling is too innocent to have the reaction you want him to have.

The moment you called for Mr. Crawling, you can hear how fast he zoomed towards the room where you at. His hands were happily tapping on the floor, his smile is wide, as he chirped, "Me here! You call?"

It was as if just by calling his name, you made his day.

At first, you feel a bit ashamed as he innocently titled his head to the side, waiting for you to speak or do whatever the reason you called for him. He looks too pure for the dance you plan to perform. But, you have to do this. This is his reward for being so good to you since he came home with you.

Anyway, might as well start.

With a deep breath, you readied yourself, played the music and do the choreography as you practiced.

You never took your eyes off him, especially when you got down, opened your legs and flip your hair. You watched as his smile went to an "O" and how he gasped when you suddenly move down, surprising him.

After you ended your performance, the room was quiet, too quiet to your liking. When you raised your head, he was just staring at you, at least that's how you felt as his smile was down and he was just sitting there, unmoving.

Embarassed, you felt your face heat up, and immediately sat properly, crossing your legs shame finally catching up to you.

You were about to say something and cut the awkwardness when he suddenly grinned and clapped his hands. His giggles are loud as he howled and cheered for you.

"Wow! Cute! Good! Good! Pretty! Pretty!"

You let out a yelped when he suddenly hug you, snaking his arms around your neck. His cheeks glued on you as he continue his praises, and squeezes you with affection.

"Kiss! Kiss!" He suddenly scooped your face and give you smooches all over your face.

You were too dumfounded to do anything so all you did was blinked, until he used his hands to pat your head, and you giggled, ticklish.

"Love you! You love me?"

a/n: but i don't want to end this here and i thought might as well write for the other guys 😆

The other Homicipher boys under the cut

Mr. Hood just stood there after you performed. He didn't say anything but he kept you sat on his lap the whole day.

Mr. Chopped is not innocent as you think. If he has a body, you'll see the sign of his boner on his pants. Let's just say Mr. Chopped was too clingy after that invigorating performance.

Mr. Silvair was grinning the whole time until it ended, just like his reaction every time. It made you nervous, and you gulped not knowing what to do. Suddenly, he grabbed a pen and a paper, and wrote the exact words, "you only show that to me. yes?"

Mr. Machete never let you finish. He thought whatever you were doing is a challenge and he almost chase you out. It took a while but you convinced him after that you were just dancing. The mood was already ruined so you didn't pursue doing it again.

Mr. Gap watched your performance intently, too intent to your liking. He was grinning from start to finish. He was giggling when you were done when suddenly he vanished out of your sight. It made you nervous and scared. Knowing him, he will probably do something unpredictable. And you were right. He suddenly appeared on the shadow that was on your wall. Touched your nape with his cold hand. You felt something sticky and wet had touched your skin. The suddenness making you yelped and shudder in surprise. He giggled and vanished for the entirety of the day. (What an asshole)

Mr. Scarletella was smiling at first when you started your perfomance. But it was you who decided to stop it when he suddenly turned his head in a 360' angle and never let his eyes out of you. It was so creepy that your want to perform was replaced by fear. He stood by you the whole day. Way too close to your liking, that you can feel his jacket brushing on your skin.

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You Took Him Home (Mr. Crawling x Reader)

Synopsis: There is no ghost in the abandoned rumored haunted building your friends dared for you to visit. No, not anymore. Because you took it- you took him home. And you are not sure how to ask him to go back home. (He is just so sweet, cute, and adorable)

a/n: would love and appreciate your feedbacks, reblogs and likes! let's keep the homicipher community alive! 🫶🏼 btw, this is just a test draft

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“You're firing me?” You asked, terrified.

“No….no…no! You misunderstood.” Principal Sarah shook her head in disagreement. Hands waving in front. “We just think..” She paused. “That you needed more rest. We love to have you here. The kids love you. The parents trust you. It's just-”

You got lost on what the principal was saying as your attention was caught by the crawling man, giggling at the ABCD cards posted on the wall. He looked at you, and happily pointed at the word “A” with an illustration of an apple. Apple, the word he learned today. He chirply said apple and giggled when you dare to steal a nod in his direction, praising him, so he won't bother your important talk.

However, your face contorted in concern as he continued crawling around the floor and looking for things he wasn't familiar with.

“Uhm…are you listening?” Your eyes snapped back to the principal, who was now looking behind her, frowning, as she tried to look at whatever it was behind her that made your brows furrowed with concern.

“Ah! Yes, yes. I will happily take the break. I’ve- The accident was just so traumatizing that sometimes my mind tends to wander. I know my doctor already said that I can continue working but I am grateful that you will allow me to have more breaks. As long…as you know you are not firing me.” You try to bring her attention back to you. Biting your cheeks at the inside as you try to focus on your problem at hand. And ignore the sound he is making as he crawls around.

“As I said before, we are not firing you. The substitute teachers will take over your class while you are gone. And we hope that it will help with your full recovery. You are a good teacher. I admit that I don't want to lose you. I wish you well.” She said, eyes sincere and warm hands squeezed your shoulder with reassurance. You can only give her a genuine smile, and was just grateful for her trust.

Because sincerely, you are not sure how you are going back to normal after a one week break when you know damn well that Mr. Crawling will be in your home forever.

Because….uhmm…well….you invited him in.

You cannot even blame yourself as to why.

How could you not?!

He saved you from the falling debris, when a part of the abandoned building collapsed. He took the fall and even bled, you were not sure how ghosts bleed, when they are already dead but he did, and hugged you tightly to protect you.

He even gave you head pats to calm you down when you panicked, thinking you are not going to be back home anymore. You will lose your hard earned career, your hardwork, your dreams.

And even follows you around as you look for the exit, being helpful and cheerful to keep your mind off the panic that sets in when it's just you and the silence.

No soul exchange, no money involved, he was just happy he was able to help you.

So when you finally found the way out, you thanked him and left. Thinking that was it, grateful for his kindness.

But one day, before you started teaching again, you went back and found him at the same spot, at the same position before you left him, waiting for you to come back. It was a week after that but he waited patiently for you. The way you watch his crestfallen face lights up when he sees you. His giggle; loud and cheerful. His smile is so wide, warm, familiar, and welcoming.

So how could you not!?

So how could you just leave him behind?

Well, maybe that one week is just you training yourself how you get used to his presence. And not act like a crazy person after a very traumatizing accident.

Ah…yes.. that's that.

You can do it.

You nodded as you lie to yourself and squat down and stared at the item Mr. Crawling was pointing at, and asking for you to share what it was.

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Mr. Crawling loves comfortable, warm, tight spaces to crawl in. No wonder why you always feel him crawling inside your blanket late at night, hands cold, and breathing warm...so warm it sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps on your skin. His giggles a whisper, as he cups and feels you down there. Vibrating with excitement with his new found way to entertain himself at night when you are fast asleep and he is bored and would love some of your warmth and attention.

He is sure enjoying being naughty as he does things more than just the hug you allowed him to.

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Soap who is absolutely smitten but you keep on rejecting him, because as you said "he is too flirty to be loyal." He was such a dog and follows you around to convince you with all of his good points but all it did was annoy you more and absolutely reject all of his advances. everyday was the same until he was forcibly drafted to the military. the relief you felt after he left was heavenly. it was as if a huge burden was lifted off your shoulders. so for the past five years of him gone, you enjoyed your life. forever grateful for the opportunity of having him nowhere near you. until, he came back....but as a corpse. his family mourned him. scratch that, everyone in town mourned him. he was such a charming lass, everyone adores him. maybe that's why you felt bad— a little. when feeling nothing but relief that you won't dread his harassment again after he decided to retire from the military. you thought that would be it, until his old fashioned religious folks started blaming you. accused you of cursing him to death when all he did was nothing but adore you. you thought that was crazy, thought the people would disagree, but no, they pinned all the fault at you. you were judged, blamed, and treated horribly by everyone. you were pushed around and isolated. it was inhumane and the more you try to defend yourself, the angrier they become.

maybe that was why when you heard a knock at your door on midnight, you didn't bother if it was dangerous to open your door to a stranger. you were tired, exhausted of living— it didn't matter.

even in the dark, his familiar blue eyes shone brightly as he blinks and flashes you with his infamous grin. it didn't even matter what he said, or if he said something when he saw your face. his easy going smile sent you in a spiral and you didn't hesitate to jump at him, and hug him tight. he almost stumble in surprised but he only chuckled at your enthusiasm and squeezed you back.

it must have been the isolation that made you forget of what happened to him. that made you not notice the dirt, and grime all over his body. the smell of rot strongly permitting the air. you were just so happy that he wasn't dead, and people were wrong about you.

it will be a shock later on who, or what exactly, you invited in your home.

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It's so easy to get Johnny's attention. Just pretend you don't notice him.

"The guy with the mohawk? I'm not sure if he was here last night with Simon."

"I was literally the only person you were talking to last night. That guy with the skull mask didn't even utter any shiet!"

"One black coffee for you, Simon. And oh? Did you order something too?"

"It was me who placed our orders. Er ye kidding me?"

"Here, Gaz! Simon said I should give it to you!"

"There must be something wrong with ye, bonnie. Ain't no way ye just confused me with Gaz."

"??? Oh yeah! Sorry!! Gaz is the charming one. I shouldn't have confused the two of you together."

"What do ye mean by that!?"

You promised that you always forgot his presence because Simon and the others are just so huge and intimidating.

He almost dragged you outside, and taught you a lesson of one or two, for calling him less huge and intimidating like the others.

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Mr. Crawling is rarely the type to get upset over something. He is usually upbeat and kind. Even if he gets upset, he will just hide in the closet, cry, and only come out, once you coax him. Nothing head pats and reassurance cannot fix.

So imagine your surprise when you saw him one day, standing by the farthest corner of your shared apartment. Legs straight, tall, and quiet. Huge, looming, and towering as his gaze was tuned in to your coworker who asked to stay for a moment due to the sudden rain outside.

Maybe it was a bad idea to ask for his permission to allow another man in his home.

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jokingly telling soap that you will marry him if by 30 you don't have any fiance or boyfriend.

that was seven years ago and you were woken up by his thick scottish accent who was knocking insistently on your door at ungodly hours with a cake and wedding ring in hand.

of course, it didn't end well. you fought him and told him that you were drunk and was just joking with him. although unsatisfied, he left begrudgingly.

the next day you told your friends about what happened and surprisingly everyone, I mean everyone not just the people you know, was furious at you.

it turns out that for the past years, soap had been nothing but vocal about your promise with him. a lot of people told him that it was probably just you wanting him to stay away but he was insistent and consistent with your relationship with him. he actually made enemies with people who call you a liar or fraud for that promise. everyone knew how loyal he was. how he has put you on a pedestal. how they knew that even if he was in the military, if you call, he will literally drop everything and come at you. even his coworkers were done listening to him yapping about you and your hobbies, your quirks, and your lame jokes that he thought was really funny.

you underestimated how charming he can be. and how everyone loves him so. and you're now dealing with the consequences of your promise.

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Task Force 141 in Making You Pregnant

warning: MDNI, NONCON, FORCE PREGNANCY, GASLIGHTING, MANIPULATION, AND THE LIKES

John Price is not even subtle at it. He will intentionally make you forget to take your pills. Gaslights you into thinking that missing a pill will not make any difference. Until that one time became two times, and way too often than unintentionally. He would also often forget to pull out or use protection. He was just way too tired, okay?

Gaz would be the very responsible one. The schedule of your pills is synced on his calendar. Everyday will send you an update before taking your pills or if he is busy, will send a reminder way earlier, reminding you not to forget it and have an alarm. But let's say, he wanted to impregnate you so badly but you made it clear you are not ready yet. My guy would lie to you and gaslight you into thinking that both of you had been very careful and contraceptives are not 100% way not to get pregnant, right? So don't worry, he will be here with you. However, little did you know that once you're too tired to notice, he will make sure come inside. He would also put holes in the condoms you were using if you can't have pills. You have your suspicions but Gaz is way too kind and a gentleman to do something this low so you scratch it off as you being unlucky.

Soap doesn't know to be subtle, doesn't know how to convince you, he is just straight up desperate and whinny. When he is close, he would whine and complain about how the rubber is constraining his dick and it hurts and he doesn't enjoy it. How it would be so delicious to feel his dick skin to skin with your gummy walls. On how he would shudder in pleasure because you're so warm with the way you will grip him inside. Just imagine the feel of him in you, the way he will pulse and twitch. Do you not want to feel that? He would pant, he would lick, he would be so insistent that you can't help but just agree with him and let him be. He's just way too pushy and adorable, how can you say no to him?

Ghost does not care whether you allowed him to or not. He would use protection, most of the time not. If you try to drink pills, he doesn't care but would also get upset if you drink it in front of him. It would come to the point that he will replace your pills with a placebo just to see how you will react once you find out you were knocked up by him. He does care but the way you look desperate sometimes would turn him on. The way you will cling to him, be dependent, oh how that defeated expression of yours hardens his cock, more than your lips on him.

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A victim of a white collar crime reader, who was jailed because she was used as a scapegoat of her boss— meets the prison guard johnny, who instinctively became interested with her because she looks like the picture perfect good girl everyone was yapping about outside the dark dirty walls of prison. He bothers her no matter what she does, and follows her around asking about her life before her life crumbles to dust. If she gives him the silent treatment, the question would just turn into sexual or uncomfortable real quick.

"hmmm they must have promised a fortune for ye, bonnie? there's no way ye'll throw yer life fer a dick. Ged with their mouth? I doubt it."

Or if you're just eating, he will walk towards where you sat and whisper lewd things.

"Ye should eat some more, bonnie. Fatten thet ass so there is something for me to grab. Ye can only have so little hobby around here ye see."

Or if by some unfortunate event, you were the last one to leave the shower area. He will barge in and lean on the wall, arms crossed, eyes laser focused on you. If you protest, he will just move closer and closer, until it is too late for you to realize what's wrong with what you did.

"C'mon! Just you and me, let me see what you got, bonnie. No? I need to move closer?"

No one really warned you that it wasn't your fellow inmates you should be wary about, but the prison guards.

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I have this vivid image of Mr. Gap asking you for your heart, like you know, typical him— coming out of nowhere. And instead of giving him your actual heart, you gave him a finger heart. He doesn't know what it meant, but you saw how he grimaced. Then he slapped your hand away from his face.

You scoffed, like a pet owner who was offended by their rude reaction towards your love.

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reverse baby trap and it was just the reader announcing to everyone that the guy with the mohawk impregnated her, happily skipping towards him, as if she didn't just announce she is pregnant and should be careful walking around.

little did she know it was intentional on Soap's part though. Simon's fault after showing around his little birdie with her baby bump and all.

[seeliemansi]

something something

Of a story you heard a thousand times from the elders about a siren who became obsessed with a local.

They said what she did was taboo. She used her blood to make the siren fall for her. But she didn't attract just one siren, there were a lot of them. It was the reason why girls and women went missing at that time. All of them walk through the ocean with open arms. The sirens embraced them as they took them deeper and deeper in the water.

Despite the story being told a long time ago, a tradition to prevent what happened was still being followed faithfully. Women were strictly prohibited in washing their stained garments and going swimming in the ocean when they bleed.

But you have been so lonely. The people on the island isolate you. They claimed you are cursed and should have died after your whore of a mother died from a disease.

Desperate, you washed your period stained garments in the ocean. You even bathed under the moonlight. A time where they said the siren's scent of smell was strong.

You just want to be loved. You just want to be held. You just want some warmth.

The next day, golden trinkets and pearl necklaces replaced your hanged undergarments on your fence. They were so beautiful. You haven't seen them before.

Although you were happy that the legend about the sirens was real, it dawned on you that you had done something you mustn't. Frightened, you hid the siren's gifts and pretended you had done nothing wrong.

Each moons, you tried to ignore the scratches at your door during your cycle. Deep claw marks scarring the woods. Songs of desperation calling out for you to open your door late at night. To let him in.

He has such a beautiful voice. He introduced himself as Johnny. He sounded pleasant, warm, and loving.

But you know what he was doing.

You must not. It will pass. Or so you console yourself. Ignoring your bleeding hands after your nails had dug too deep after you closed your fists too tightly.

Then each morning, you will wake up with another set of jewelry, wondering why they feel sticky to touch. The item smells musky. Like the ocean; salty, and heady. But there is something more that you are not quite sure as to what it was.

It goes on and on and on.

Until, there was a storm. The wind howls and your house groans as it tries to hold itself down. The wood creaks, and your body trembles from the cold. The fire long gone after the rain leaked and wet your furnace. You were so so cold. And you are so scared and alone.

Maybe that was why when you heard a knock, it didn't occur to you how the knock sounded so clear. As if the raging storm outside silenced just so you can hear that someone is outside. Someone who can share their warmth with you.

You didn't hesitate to open the door and was greeted by a towering man. Bulked, scarred, and has a mesmerizing deep set of blue eyes, looking down on you. Lovingly. Longingly.

You don't know what occurred to you but you clung to him. Your arms snaked around his neck and you feel his, wrapping on your waist. Tighter. Pulling you closer.

It feels so right.