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unreadpoppy · 7 months ago

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The Siren

Mermaid!Minthara x Sailor!Galatea

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A/N: So, it's mermay and I've been stuck with this idea for some time and finally wrote it down. Also, in this one, sirens are kinda like....they eat people, so get ready for Minthara thinking about that. Also, I know technically there's a difference, but I like to use siren and mermaid interchangebly.

The ocean’s water had turned violent as the sky darkened. Minthara swam towards the surface, poking her head above the water. Clouds, heavy with lightning, gathered around, the sign that a storm was approaching. Squinting her eyes, she spotted a ship in the distance and smirked.

She dove underwater and followed the ship from a distance, and soon, it began to rain. Times like this were perfect for hunting. Nature would do most of the work, with rays of lightning causing a fire overboard and the violent waves crashing against the ship. Sooner or later, people would jump into the water for safety.

It was then that the sirens struck. While Minthara’s preferred method was luring her prey to their watery grave with her song, sailors jumping to their deaths during a storm also had its fun. The way they would think they had just survived the worst, only for their hope to be immediately crushed as she dragged them underneath.

Oh, how sweet it was, Minthara thought, to eat the heart of a man while his lungs filled with saltwater, as he tried to scream and swim away.

And so, when the first body hit the water, Minthara grinned, quickly swimming towards her next meal.

…

Galatea had warned the crew about the storm. The moment she had woken up, she could feel the familiar hum of lightning in her veins, warning her of what was to come.

They chose to ignore her and now, the ship was going down. Wave after wave had crashed against them, and control of the ship had long been lost. She and some others were trying to get the row boats down, when lightning struck, causing a fire.

It was in the midst of the chaos, that someone knocked into her, causing the tiefling to fall overboard.

The ice cold water picked at her skin, as she swam to the surface. Gasping for air, she tried to find where the row boat was, but it was too dark. Galatea screamed for her crew, swimming around aimlessly. Given how strong the current was, her legs began to tire, and soon, she was underwater again. As her consciousness began fading, she only hoped that Umberlee would grant her a quick death. The last thing she felt was a hand wrapping itself around her arm.

…

Female surface dwellers were not common around these parts. Minthara herself never had the pleasure of seeing one up close, only hearing the stories her mother and sisters had told. She always wondered if they tasted different then the men, if their screams were sweeter.

It seemed that her questions would be answered soon, as she quickly spotted a blue haired female tiefling on the ship.

Minthara had kept her eyes on the woman, seeing as she ran around the ship, trying to help but ultimately failing. She noticed how the water made her clothes clung to her skin, and the siren licked her lips, looking her up and down. She also noticed how her fellow siren also seemed to keep their eyes on the tiefling, and Minthara became even more determined to get her hands on her first.

When her body fell on the water, Minthara swam towards her, racing against the other sirens. Her long, purple tail was strong, making her get there faster than everyone else. Besides, her intimidating stare made the younger ones open the way.

She couldn’t kill the woman right then and there, as it would cause even more conflict and she wouldn’t be able to appreciate the moment. Knowing a beach was nearby, Minthara grabbed the tiefling by the arms, bringing her to the surface and swimming to shore. This prolonged hunt would make the kill even more satisfying, Minthara reasoned.

By the time she reached the location, the sky had begun to clear. It was hard to swim in shallow water, but Minthara was able to place her victim on the sand, using her upper body strength to stay above her, her long, white hair sticking to her face.

She took a moment to examine the tiefling. Her snow-white skin was cold to the touch, likely due to the rain. Part of her blue hair clung to her face and neck, while the other was played around her. Minthara brushed some of it to the side, taking a better look at her face, trailed her long nail from her forehead to her cheek, watching in amusement as the woman shuddered. Minthara also noticed how her neck was covered in black markings that reached her jaw, like tendrils. For a moment, the siren wondered what those meant.

But, as the sun’s heat began to burn her scales, Minthara shook her head and remembered what her task was. Moving in position, she grabbed the tieflings arms, studying herself as she opened her mouth, her sharp teeth shining. As she was about to strike, the woman groaned, opening her eyes and Minthara stilled.

Pitch black eyes met hers as the tiefling whispered softly “You’re beautiful.”

…

Galatea’s consciousness had briefly come back to her a few minutes ago, when she felt the sun on her skin, and a faint touch on her face. She could feel the sand beneath her, as someone pushed her hair away from her face.

She wondered, momentarily, she had died and this was how her soul was entering the next plane of existence. But as the feelings on her fingers came back, Galatea knew she was real. Someone had saved her and brought her to shore.

And so, after a few more seconds of gathering strength, she finally opened her eyes to see her savior and was met with an interesting visage.

A purple woman with long white hair and red eyes stood above her. She was naked, although her breasts seemed to be covered in scales. Her mouth was open, rows of sharp teeth shining under the light but as Galatea looked at her, she could only think one thing.

“You’re beautiful.”

She saw as the woman above her stopped, closing her mouth and frowning. Before any could move, a gunshot was heard, startling both of them.

The purple woman quickly moved away from her and backed into the water, where Galatea finally saw her tail, as she dove underneath. Struggling, the tiefling began to get up, coughing, when she felt someone running up behind her and helping.

“By all gods, are you alright?” She heard Astarion, a fellow crewmate, say “I thought that damned siren was about to eat your innards.”

“I…” Galatea swayed a bit, as her legs shook. “I think I’m alright.”

“Good. For a moment I thought I was the only one who made it out of that ship.” He put one of her arms around his shoulders, supporting her up. “There’s a place I know nearby, we can rest there for a while.”

Galatea nodded. “Lead the way.” As she limped with him, she took a moment to look back to the water, wondering if she would ever see the siren again.

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unreadpoppy · 5 months ago

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The Siren - part 2

Mermaid!Minthara x Sailor!Galatea

Part 1

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A/N: I couldn't help myself and wrote a part two.

Weeks had passed and Galatea was tormented by visions of that siren. At night, she’d lay in bed, and her dreams would be filled with purple scales and white hair.

She didn’t dare tell the rest of her crew about it - or at least what was left of it. During the last storm they faced, only a handful had survived. Those not drowned had been murdered by mermaids, their heartless bodies washing up on shore.

‘That siren must have cast some spell on me’ the tiefling thought, as she made her way outside the inn her crew was staying in, walking to the beach.

The sea was calm tonight, a gentle breeze in the air. Stripping her clothes, Galatea walked into the warm waters, until her chest was covered. She swam a bit, wet her hair and mainly just floated, basking in the moon’s light.

Suddenly, something moving on the water caught her attention. For a moment, she swore she caught a glimpse of a tail.

Galatea swam forwards, feeling a set of eyes watching her. “Hello?” She called, and heard nothing in return. Then, she heard water splashing, and turning around, she saw a female figure atop a large rock.

“Hey, you! Stop.” Galatea shouted. The woman assumed a defensive stance, but when Galatea got closer, she saw who it was.

The siren.

She looked just as Galatea remembered her: long, white hair, a tail filled decorated with beautiful purple scales, and fierce red eyes. The siren bared her white, pointy teeth at her, and Galatea raised her arms.

“I know you.” She said. “You’re the one that saved me. Thank you.”

The siren looked at her up and down, and then squinted her eyes, staring at her. Gal suddenly felt embarrassed, remembering that she wasn’t wearing anything, the blood rushing to her cheeks.

She didn’t know if the mermaid could understand her language or even speak it, but she asked nonetheless “My name is Galatea. What is yours?”

A moment passed, as she slowly crawled from the rock and dove into the water. Galatea’s breath hitched when the siren emerged in front of her, and all she could think was how beautiful she looked up close.

“Minthara.” The siren said.

“Minthara.” Galatea repeated, as if she was tasting the name on her tongue. Then, two stayed like that, floating on the water, looking at each other - analyzing each other.

Under the light of the moon, Minthara noticed how Galatea’s skin seemed to glow, how her blue hair looked darked, and how her eyes had a spark of curiosity and intrigue to them. She was used to surface dwellers looking upon her with fear and hatred, but this was different. This tiefling, whom Minthara had just tried to kill a few days prior, was thanking her for saving her life, and she looked like she wanted to know more about Minthara. This…behavior disturbed Minthara.

Surface dwellers were prey, and when they weren’t, they were hunting and killing her kind. They were the enemy, and yet, this one looked at her with awe. She couldn’t tell if it was a trick or not.

When the tiefling tried to reach for her, Minthara deflected her hand and submerged into the water, quickly swimming away.

“Wait, I just-” Galatea shouted but it was useless. She sighed, looking back at the shore. If she didn’t return soon, the others would probably think she was dead, and so, she returned to land, and spent the rest of her night thinking of Minthara.

Minthara should not have stayed so close to shore, but in her damned curiosity over last night’s encounter, she let her guard down and now, she was paying the price for it.

Trapped in a net by a bunch of pirates, she was raised above water as the surface dwellers called her names. She hissed at them, but they did not dissuade as they brought her on board, quickly tying her up, making her escape impossible.

And in the crowd of pirates surrounding her, Minthara sees the blue haired tiefling. She looks at her with a terrified and sorry expression, making Minthara thrash even harder against her bonds.

She should have killed the surface dweller when she had the chance, but it was too late now. Minthara was well aware of the fate that awaited sirens captured by surface dwellers.

Some are sent to carnivals, where they are kept inside aquariums for the amusement of others. Others were killed and dissected for study, their bodies displayed in museums.

Minthara continued to struggle, until someone knocked her out. Her last thoughts as her consciousness faded were praying to any god that would her to turn her into seafoam, so that she would have no use to them.

Minthara woke up to the sound of footsteps, her eyes opening just in time to see Galatea over her, a dagger in hand.

“Coward.” She hissed at her. “First, you tell your comrades where I was so that they would capture me, now you won’t give me the decency of defending myself.”

Galatea frowned. “What?”

“Do not pretend to be stupid. You’ll kill me, so that you can have the glory of killing a siren.”

The tiefling took a step back. “No, I-” she took a deep breath. “My crew found you by a coincidence, I hadn’t told them about you.” Then, she lowered her dagger and cut the ropes around Minthara’s wrists. “I came here to free you.”

The siren frowned, preparing herself mentally in case Galatea tried to trick her, but the tiefling only continued to cut the ropes, until she was fully free. Minthara stayed silent as Galatea, with surprising strength, picked her up, and placed her on the edge of the ship, so that she could easily jump into the water.

“Why did you do this?” Minthara asked.

Galatea Shrugged. “You saved me. It seemed only fair that I do the same. Besides” she smirked “It would be a shame for someone as beautiful as you to die.”

“You’re a fool to be doing this.” Minthara said.

“I know.” Galatea sighed and then took a step back. “Very well, then. You must go back to the sea and I’ll go back to my cabin.”

Minthara only nodded as she jumped into the water, hoping to never see the tiefling again.

On the following morning, however, Minthara saw Galatea again.

After the indignity she had gone through, she wanted revenge, and so, she stayed in the water, circling the ship, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She followed them, silently, like a predator on a hunt.

When the ship suddenly stopped, Minthara thought the perfect opportunity had presented itself to her. But just as she was about to poke her head out of the water, something had been thrown overboard.

Blood and blue hair filled Minthara’s vision, as she realized that they had thrown Galatea, who had various cuts and bruises on her body and a rock tied to her feet, on the water.

Minthara held her, and it didn’t take long for her to realize that they had killed her. With a certain ease, she freed the tiefling from the chain that held the rock, and waited.

A greenish glow enveloped Galatea. Her wounds slowly closed, as scales began to appear on her body, and her legs intertwined and became one, transforming into a tail of the same white color as her body. And finally, she opened her eyes, gasping.

She flailed in Minthara’s arms, panicked. “H-h-how…why…”

She tried to ask a million questions at once, but Minthara shushed her. “Calm yourself. We must find a better place to talk.”

Minthara held her wrist and swam, draggin her along. At first, Galatea struggled to follow along, but after a few minutes, she was swimming a bit better.

Eventually, Minthara found a cavern and swam inside, allowing the tiefling a moment to rest.

“Now, I’m sure you have questions.”

Galatea nodded. “I…I should be dead.” She looked at her tail and her webbed fingers. “How did this happen?”

“Although you surface dwellers have killed many of my kind, you have all failed to discover the siren’s biggest secret.” Minthara began. “We are not born, we are made. When one of you is unjustly killed and thrown in the water, the sea gods bless you with a second life, and thus a siren is made.”

Galatea frowned. “Does that mean-”

“Yes.” Minthara cut her off, already expecting the question. “But we shall not talk about that. I want to know what happened to you.”

The tiefling looked at her hands. “They discovered my treachery. Captain got mad that I lost him so much gold.” Galatea looked at Minthara. “I didn’t even had a chance to fight back. The others held me as he cut me. I believe this is why you hunt us.”

Minthara nodded. “It is our revenge against those who wronged us.”

“Revenge.” Galatea repeated, her hands turning into fists. “I think I would like that.”

“Good.”

“Will you help me?” Galatea asked. “I don’t know anything about being a siren.”

Minthara analyzed her for a second. The tiefling had intrigued her. So far, she had thanked Minthara and spoken to her without fear. She saved her when she needed it most. It seemed only fair for her to retribute the favor.

“You are in luck, Galatea.” She said. “Our interests align.” When the tiefling frowned, she continued. “I was following your ship with the hopes of killing the ones who captured me. If you desire the same thing, then I shall aid you.”

They looked at each other, and Galatea smiled, nodding. “I know where the ship is headed. It won’t be hard for us to track them down.”

“Good.” Minthara smirked, and swam to the entrance of the cavern. “Rest for now and try to get better at swimming. Tomorrow, we shall begin your training and our hunt.”

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