#selkie x human

[monstersandmaw]

Laces for a Lady - Chapter Nine (v. light nsfw)

Thank you so much for your comments on Chapter Eight, and I'm sorry I left it on such a cliffie! At least you didn't have to wait a thousand years for the resolution this time :).

Content: very minor concussion, The Reveal, some kissing/light nsfw, and the promise of something different on the horizon... Wordcount: 4555

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Catch up on all parts here (1-7 links to Tumblr): Part One��(sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), (bonus Locryn & Ned chapter post Chpt3, sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw)

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #196

"What's with the webbed fingers?" Pirate asked, nodding lazily to where the cabinboy gripped the swab.

The man leaped a little in his own skin, tucking his curled fists, still gripping the mop pole, into the folds of his linen shirt. "Birth defect. Nothing special."

"Ah." Pirate leaned back on her elbows and leveled him with a hopefully, not too knowing look. She'd always been bad at hiding her hand. It was why she never joined the crew in the gambling dens ashore. "Like freckles?"

She pointed to the sun-drawn speckles dusting her cheeks and grinned wide at the man's nose wrinkling hesitation.

"Um...yes," he said agreeably--he was learning, never a good idea to argue with a pirate, no matter their idiocy.

She threw back her head and laughed, and he squirmed a little, clearly uncertain what to make of the conversation or of her. He was a cute thing. Too dainty for piracy. But steel ran through the sea storm in his eyes. A little blood and grit and he'd fit in just fine. Well, unless anyone found out the truth, that is.

She knew, but lucky him, she wasn't saying a word. Captain and crew would see a treasure, but not the same way she did. They'd only see gold. Not the wonder.

No, she was keeping quiet. And the moment she figured out where he'd stashed that fur coat, she was going to make him hers.

[terato-is-life]

For a few of us, monsterfucking is never about kinking over some creature having you in all the ways possible.

It is about letting yourself being vulnerable and fragile and emotional with someone that's supposed to hurt and kill you, but instead just worships you and cares about you for being just like them:

Being shamed over the looks you've never asked for, but having the heart and sould only a few could understand.

Monsterfucking/Exophilia etc isn't just about an unusual kink.

It is OUR way of telling Beauty and the Beast, because we can see the good in them, because we all wanted for them to see the good in ours.

[britany1997]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

Paul x creature partner is my favvvv, think he would be so cute with a selkie reader🥰🥰 hope y’all love this! Not sure if there will be more yet but I plan to keep it fluffy regardless:)

(Also Paul is on the Santa Carla ocean conservation board because of Fishy, so he’s an advocate for all sea creatures🥹)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be nude a couple times because in selkie lore, they are when they shed their seal skin🤷🏻‍♀️ (readers body not described)

follow up blurb

Paul’s teeth tore into the skin of some asshole’s neck. He was sure at one point he’d known his name, but after an endless night of sharing joints, it was long forgotten.

Paul wasn’t picky about his blood, but stoners were his filet mignon. They had a sweet and spicy flavor, and they always left him with a buzz.

This one was yummy, but he’d been insufferable. He wore a scarf and wire rimmed glasses he didn’t need, he was a philosophy major who’d met both of his girlfriends in his gender studies class, and ten minutes into their conversation, he’d explained to Paul that it was actually pronounced “Van Goff” and not “Van Go.” Paul had quickly moved him from his smoke circle list to his dinner list.

As he sucked the last drops out of Mr. Pretentious, Paul let his body fall to the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk.

He checked his watch, there was still time before sunrise. Paul couldn’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his night then ride out his high on the beach.

Dwayne seemed to like it after all.

Paul snuck away from his dumping grounds and began to stumble towards the shore.

He paused, rubbing his eyes.

He had to be hallucinating, because reclining on the sand was the most attractive person he’d ever seen in his unlife…

…totally naked. God what was in that weed.

He rubbed his eyes again. You were still there.

So this was why Dwayne loved the beach so much.

You were radiant. Alluring in a way that made Paul swear he’d dreamed you up. No person was that perfect. He was over the moon instantly.

A look of pure determination washed over his face as he desperately tried to conjure the words to speak to you. He scowled as he thought this would have been a lot easier if he was sober.

After a few minutes, he realized he’d better come up with something quick because he’d been fumbling around behind you for an almost unacceptable amount of time.

Just as he was about to approach you, he watched you shiver as a cool breeze blew past. Your arms crossed over yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to keep warm.

Paul softened. He may have been a bloodthirsty, vicious vampire. But dammit, he was also a gentle man.

His eyes scanned the shore until they landed on a sleek leather coat.

Paul strode to your side and picked up the coat, smoothing it out a little.

You whirled around, fear blooming in your chest at the sight of a strange man holding your coat, your only escape to the ocean.

But instead of keeping the coat for himself, he flashed you a warm smile and held it out to you.

“You must be freezing,” he said, maintaining impressive eye contact as your naked body graced the sand.

Your jaw dropped. You’d heard many horror stories from elder selkies about the cruel and savage human men who would hunt down stunning selkies, only to take their coats and lock them away. Confining the selkies to the land, and shackling them to the men who’d stolen from them.

The captured selkies would be forced to live as humans while their hearts ached desperately for the world beneath the water.

You’d met some of your kind who’d suffered this terrible fate and escaped, but some you knew had never returned.

But this sweet, handsome man, he was giving you your coat? You’d never heard of such a kind human man.

You took the coat from his hands, half expecting him to yank it back, but he didn’t, he let you take it. “Thank you,” you uttered reverently, folding the coat over your arms.

“No problem baby,” his smile widened, “what’s a babe like you doing out here so late?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I- I’m not a baby,” you told him. You had thought you looked like any regular adult human in this form.

Paul’s eyes widened, “oh uh, no sorry that’s not what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like uh…well you know it’s a nickname.”

He was wayyy to high for this.

“Nick…name?” You rubbed your temples, “but my name is not nick…” you trailed off, confused.

Paul’s head was pounding. “No, sugar, it’s like um…it’s like a nice thing to call someone you know?”

Your face flashed with something Paul thought resembled understanding as you nodded slowly.

“Damn babe, you from outer space or somethin?” He asked, only half-joking.

“No,” you replied.

“Mkay,” he shrugged, hey he had secrets too, one of them was currently decomposing under the boardwalk.

He noticed your shoulders shake before realizing the coat was still in your arms, “you’re not gonna put that on sweetheart?” he asked.

Your lips pulled downward. You weren’t ready to change back yet. Not when you were having such a wonderful time with this man. He was teaching you important human things. You figured you’d better stick around.

You vigorously shook your head no.

Paul mirrored your frown. He couldn’t let you freeze to death. “Alright baby well at least take mine,” he offered as he shrugged out of his own jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

You could have melted into a puddle right there.

This man hadn’t just returned your coat. He’d given you his coat as well. What a strong man he must be to brave the cold. He would be the perfect mate.

You practically purred as he buttoned the jacked around your shoulders. You leaned in to nuzzle against his shoulder. “You’re so strong” you hummed, “so warm, so handsome.”

God bless the beach.

Paul beamed, “yeah baby? I hit the gym every now and again, nothin special.” He flexed his bicep with a smirk.

“Mmm,” you hummed, moving closer to press your cheek to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be close.

A goofy smile spread across Paul’s face as he couldn’t imagine a man on earth as lucky as he was.

Then he remembered. Daylight.

His watch confirmed his fears, it was time to go.

“Listen sugar, I could do this all night but I’ve gotta get going,” he cursed his Sun intolerant vampire body, “but give me your number honey and I’ll call you anytime.”

You glanced up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Which number do you want?” You asked.

His brow furrowed, “home, cell, work, whatever you have babe.”

“Three?” You guessed.

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s try this, where do you live baby?” He asked.

You smiled, you knew this one.

“With you,” you purred, wrapping yourself around him once more.

Paul raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“I live with you now,” you informed him.

Paul stood still for a second, processing as you held him.

“Yeah ok,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you toward his motorcycle. Best night ever.

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[ya-bug-boy]

Ingo x selkie reader?

Ingo x Selkie Reader!

You've grown up with stories of other selkies talking about how they would lose their loved ones to the humans. It was out of love but at the cost of losing their family, as humans would hide the selkie's fur coat, forbidding their reentry back into the ocean.

You've always looked at humans at a distance, seeing young and old couples gaze at your seal body in adoration before returning their rightful gaze back to their loved ones. You watch as they fawn over each other, making wonderful memories of something you yearned for but did not have.

The selkie community had dwindled over the years. Many left to become fully human or fully seals. Or perhaps to join a new community. You hoped that was the case. It was sad to think if any of your old childhood friends had been, well, eaten by predators.

Though you did not anticipate falling in love with Ingo, as he came unexpectedly into your life, you were always drawn to him.

When you had decided Ingo was your mate, you placed your fur coat within view of his home. But he did not take it.

So you try again. You leave it where he would most definitely see it. But as always, he never touched it.

After the fifth time, you confront him. "Did you not want me?" you asked him. "Why aren't you hiding my coat?"

Ingo then explains to you with all the love in his heart and voice that he doesn't want to steal from you to make you his. He doesn't want to force you to give up your original home, family, and community in order to be his. You may stay as a seal, human, selkie, whatever form you wish to be, but he would stay truthfully yours.

You had never known such love could exist where you would not forsake your origins.

So now, you and Ingo both hang up your coats, your fur coat and his subway boss coat, on the same coat rack nearby the front door.

You tend to his coat, mending it when it needs stitches and in return, he brushes the knots out of yours.

You are a seal.

You are a human.

You are a selkie

You are also Ingo's mate and he is yours.

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

BELATED day 18 - Face Sitting, Exhibitionism, and Underwater Sex Ahoy!

This one is set in my original work that is currently underway so you can read the full thing on my Ko-Fi!

You were at the beach, you two neighbors on either side of you. It was a lovely day, late enough in the season that tourists weren’t flooding your isolated little cove but not so late that swimming would give you hypothermia. You’d been invited by Hali, the warm and bubbly one of your neighbors that you’d made friends with instantly. She had a lovely round face and a dark sharp cut of bobbed hair that moved as she gestured animatedly at the far off birds diving into the water. Your other neighbor, Nerin, who was beautiful in her bikini, watched Hali as stoically as she always did. You’d begun to think that she just had a hard time showing her expressions, because you thought she watched Hali enough that she was maybe in love with her. 

You’d always been good at swimming. 

That was nothing compared to the bullet that Nerin became as she shot off in the water. She’d mentioned that her disability wasn’t an inability to use her legs as it was excruciating pain to walk. You didn’t understand that until you first saw her in the water. And then she was gone, swimming so fast that you were pretty certain the coach of the Olympic team would die of shock to see her. She was beautiful and in her element. 

Hali was slower, but no less a good swimmer. She moved through the water like it was made for her, playfully splashing in circles one minute and then diving below the waves without a ripple the next. You didn’t keep up with them, didn’t try, but rather floated along in the bracing cold of the ocean and splashed when Hali came near and threatened to dunk you under. 

And then as Hali threatened, swimming in and out of reach of you, you felt Nerin’s long cold fingers on your hips. Felt her spin you around to face you. Felt her lips light on yours. 

Your eyes folded closed, her tongue moving in your mouth as deftly and perfectly as she cut through water. 

Then warm hands, broad palms that carried warmth you couldn’t quite understand in this chill, held onto you. One hand twined its fingers with Nerin’s and Hali’s lips dusted featherlight kisses across your shoulders. You moaned into Nerin’s kiss and felt her squeeze. 

Then you felt the slide of something scaled and finned against you leg. 

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[jieanette]

The story of Ceseal Harvey and a human traveller.

[oblivionsdream]

Does Tiernan usually prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? 🥄🦭

As long as he's getting cuddles he doesn't care but probably big spoon. He likes to wrap himself around Skye- face nuzzled in her hair and leg draped over her hip as he hugs her.

[mistresskayla-blog1]

Title: The Faroe's Curse

May 1st : Selkie (Scottish mermaid) Prompt 18+

Characters: William Farrow and OC Selkie (Delphine)

(William Farrow developed by Josephine Hart "Damage")

Word count: 3.4k (total in 2 parts)

Warnings: near drowning, sailing, mermaids/selkies (dark siren), Female receiving, height sameness, female rescuing male, fisting, sex, character death.

Fandom: Richard Armitage - Obsession

Obsession - Post series: William takes some time off work and home and decides to go on a boat excursion to the Faroe islands west of Scotland, to reflect on his family's origin.

History: A Selkie according to legend is a Scottish/Nordic derived mermaid of sorts. A women’s form with “seal’s” tail but can shapeshift at will and are thought to be incredibly attractive and captivating creatures. In the Scottish tradition, they are often alluring and can said to grant wishes, before leading to an untimely death. In Norse myth, the Margyge are said to be dangerous and vicious creatures that conjure storms to lure seamen, clawing ships to capsize them, and drag the men out of the boats to a watery grave.  

Definitions: (merfolk translator – twilightrealm.com)

Verdant Eddy – green, vibrant vortex

Ed aib gehi – Oh yes more

Uzz gil gobp bojjih pdi bugi jupi – All men must suffer the same fate

Gil uhi bowd bygqzi whiupohib – Men are such simple creatures     

Far off the Coast of Scotland sat a boat, adrift in the icy and murky waters of the North Atlantic Sea. The circulating waters moving the 42’ sailboat about in high winds. William was unconscious on the bough. A gorgeous and naked woman hovered above him, wet from the seawater. She cradled him against herself and whispered an enchanting tone in her native tongue. William stirred and looked up into icy green eyes and a smooth face. He smiled, then froze remembering how moments ago he had been thrown overboard and was drowning. He coughed up some sea water, its saltiness burning as it forced its way out of his lungs and through his mouth and nose. She patted him gently on his back. He sat up, noticing her nudity. The Selkie’s skin, glowed green and grey, and glistened even in the grey skies. William scurried back a moment, not sure what he was looking at. The Selkie cooed, “Its alright. I am not here to hurt you”. William gulped nervously, “Good thing”, he nervously laughed, scratching the back of his neck, “Did you get me back onto the ship?” He asked her. The Selkie nodded, and looked down, it was then that he truly noticed her breasts and crease of her belly running down to long legs, and delicate feet. She was, in a way, remarkably beautiful. He felt entranced a moment, then tried to shake it off. He tried to stand and fell back on his bum, his legs folding beneath him, “I’m sorry, (chuckles) I must not yet have my bearings back”. The selkie spoke then, “Its alright”, the voice was a bit broken, and raspy.

Below from the midpoint of the schooner, a male voice shouted out towards William. William suddenly grabbed a blanket from the seating compartment and tossed it over the woman. Donald stood a bit above the hatch, and looked towards the bough, “William, are you alright?” he said in his Northumberland brogue. William nodded quickly, “yeah, yeah. Just getting my bearings”. “We thought we lost ya”, Donald said. William turned toward the Selkie, whose eyes were cloaked in the blanket now, looking at him. “Yeah, nearly” a lighthearted chuckle, “Is everything good down there?”  he shouted back over the wind. “Oh yeah, no worries. We will be back on a track in about 30 minutes or so, the current shifted on us, with that last storm”. William nodded and waved at him. The Selkie looked at him tentatively, William came to her, and started to rub her dry, absently, not sure what to do with such a, woman? Her dark hair was tendrilled with seaweed and peppered with salt from the deep water. He looked into her emerald eyes again and lost his breath. When his breath returned he asked, “What is your name?” The Selkie smiled, “Delphine” she said, her throat warming to the open air again. William noticed that she was nearly as tall as him, her long legs lying well past the woolen blanket. Delphine did not shy away, as his hand moved to touch her ankle, and caressing it lightly. He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have” William said. Delphine looked at him, “Its ok. I know you have never seen my kind before. It can be quite shocking”. William’s brow furrowed, “Your kind?” he looked inquisitive.

Delphine slid off the seat and onto the bough planks. She stretched her legs straight and hummed a little tune. William watched her legs transform into a silken grey flipper, and his hand went over his mouth, as she took his other hand and slid it along her tail. William was entranced again, the sparkle of her skin, a beautiful grey-green resonated, as he touched her he felt the warm and cool of it and shuddered. He had an impulse to just taste her, but he didn’t know why. William sat down across from her, and just stared. Delphine, giggled, closed her eyes and rubbed her at her seal skin into legs again. Her female sex now showing as the blanket over her shoulders shifted, and William’s cock twitched almost instantly. Then a thought struck him, which he didn’t say out loud (what if they find out? How will I explain her on the ship?)

Delphine looked at him, shrouding the blanket across her flesh, “You seem puzzled”. William looked at her, “I am. I’m not sure how to keep you on board, but I want to,” smirks. Delphine looks down, “I understand, maybe we can come up with a story together? Were the others up here when you fell?”  William grimaced, “Other, there’s only one man down there. But no, he was not”. Delphine smiled broadly, almost sinister, her glow seemed to brighten then, as she showed her sharper teeth. William shuddered again, titillated and frightened. “You speak quite well for a, mermaid, is that what I call you?” Her dialect had a slightly Nordic lilt, “No, I’m a selkie, half man, half seal. Our kind has traded with men for centuries, so its best to be able to communicate”. William thoughtfully paused. He couldn’t look away from the flesh that was exposed by the woolen blanket, “I see, sorry for the confusion then”. Delphine ignored the apology. His eyes continued to dart back and forth with hopeless abandon. Delphine knew she had her mark. “What’s your name?” Delphine asked. William snapped out of his fixation a second, “William, Farrow” Delphine smiled, “Of the Faroe isles?”

William smiled, “Rumored to be, yes” rubbing the back of his neck to wipe away the sweat that was building there. Delphine now moved to stand, a little unsteady on her feet, William stood to help her. She smiled, nose to nose at him, meeting his height. “I’ve never met a woman as tall as me” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, the blanket maintaining its position. Delphine, “not many have either, I have found”. William formed an ‘oh” with his mouth, and Delphine kissed him, her arms lazily around his neck as they both stood on the deck, the waves settling down around them. William returned the kiss, wanton and sweetly. Delphine licked his bottom lip, her razor-sharp teeth, dragging along it seductively for a moment. William groaned in “

From the observation window Donald saw William and a woman kissing and blasted the horn, causing them both to fall apart, crashing onto the deck. Donald came up on deck and looked at William first before he gazed upon Delphine with suspicion and intrigue. Her long naked legs, against the deck, and nothing else covering her but the woolen blanket. “Now what’s all this? William, what’s going on?” Donald said, perturbed. William guffawed looked up at Donald, as he made it to his feet, “I... I went overboard to retrieve this woman, (looked at Delphine) floating in the water, and” Donald cut in, “And you suppose you needed to resuscitate her while standing in my viewing window, is that it?” he said sarcastically. William put his hands up, “I meant no offense Donald, obviously. I just, I” Donald snapped back again, “Well, anyways, no harm done, right? Hello lass, its nice to meet you. I am Donald, captain of the Verdant Eddy welcome abroad” Donald tipped his hat to Delphine and she smiled closed mouth at him, “Thank you, sir. Captain. I am Delphine”.

William needlessly stood next to her, a subtle claiming of territory, his hand making it to the small of her back. “How did you get out here?” Donald asked her. Delphine looked out to the sea, in a longing fashion, and pointed exactly where land existed about 10 miles ahead, “We were coming off the isles, and capsized, I have been adrift for days it seems. Used most of my clothes to lash together a raft, but eventually that succumb” Delphine looked down sheepishly, “I must look an awful mess, my apologies”.

William shook his head in time with Donald’s response, “No, no. of course not. Listen that is quite an ordeal, is there anyone I can radio for you?” Delphine looked up then, a bit panicked, William spoke up, “She was the only survivor”. Donald grimaced, “I’m sorry lass. But I’ll bet your hungry.. huh. I’ve got some good grub downstairs in the galley. Come on” Donald invited, Delphine walked cautiously away from William and towards Donald. William followed after them, stepping down into the lower section of the boat, trying not to bang his head on the ridge of the hatch. Donald was chipper and rattled off things, as Delphine sat down in the galley. William went the back, to his sleeping quarters and ruffled through his suitcase trying to find some sweats and a shirt for her. Delphine sat quietly watching both men fuss over her, she giggled under her breath. Men were so easy. (and so tasty, she thought)

Donald busied himself at the counter, preparing her a sandwich with fish and sauce, as Delphine watched. His Northumberland accent thickening in places, “Your lucky you didn’t get eaten out there pet” Delphine, “Yes, I am very grateful.. is this boat yours, captain?” Donald nodded not facing her, “Yep sure as the sun sets she is. Bought and paid for. And still kicking about. Now I just do these small charters, takin’ Rich men around, (pointing a butter knife towards Williams’ quarters) wherever they wanna go (chuckles) though that one, is strange for sure, haunted I think”. Donald turned to place the food in front of Delphine, who looked at it expectantly.

“I would retire,” Donald paused, “But no one to retire with, you know. My wife, god rest her, passed away about 10 years ago now, no little ones neither,” he trailed off as William re-entered the galley and sat next to Delphine. “You got one for me, Captain?” William asked, looking towards the sandwich. Delphine pushed hers towards William, “Its ok, William, you can have mine”. Donald huffed, “I insist you eat something lass, get your strength back, you look like you’ve lost a stone since you hit the water”. Delphine dutifully took a bite of the sandwich knowing this to be a custom of men. Donald smiled, “That’s a good girl, (to Delphine) now, what about clothes, William?” William handed the bundle of clothes he had found and laid it next to Delphine on the seat. “Sorry I didn’t have anything better, my, (pause) ex-wife didn’t pack my suitcase.” Delphine smiled shallowly at both men. It was almost too easy, two men with no one to look after them when they go missing, Delphine thought. Delphine took another bite of the sweet fish, her soft pink tongue lapping at her lip at bit, Donald missed it, but William was enthralled. “There you are boyo,” Donald handed William a sandwich and went up to the deck. William nodded, and looked oddly at him, before Donald left them alone in the galley.

William, “So, how, um, well old are you?” Delphine, looked at him, clearly thinking, “Well by your standards I would be about 30, I suppose (She looked down at her soft abs and bouncy breasts) But I am 150 storms old”. William looked inquisitive, “Storms? Is that your only method of time measurement?” Delphine, “The larger parts yes. Its darker where I live, and the agitation brings things around, but I can survive up here, for a little while”. She smiled sweetly. William handed her the bundle of clothes, “Listen you can get dressed in my quarters, and feel free to clean up, if you wish,” smirks, “I will stay out here”. Delphine stood, and walked towards his quarters, “You think I’m suddenly shy, now?” William rose immediately, “I was trying to be respectful” cleared his throat into his fist. “Your respectful customs do not interest me, but I am curious about what other things men can do”.  Taking that as a challenge in acceptance, William gulped again, “I am happy to oblige, ask me anything you like”. Delphine, walked away, swaggering her bum under the blanket, “Its something you’ll have to show me”.

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[thedemonofcat]

The following is an idea that I've been mulling over for a while. Basically, Jaskier is a selkie that gets his coat stolen one night by some nobleman after the mountain. Thus, Jaskier becomes trapped by the person who stole his coat.

This persons person then wants to show off like some sort fancy prize, since Selkies are known for their youthful appearances. In exchange for high payments, the nobleman who captured Jaskier was willing to allow others to sexually abuse him

The first person who figured out what had happened to Jaskier is Yennefer. She learned about some nobleman bragging about having captured a Selkie and was planning to help free the Selkie kidnapped by this nobleman.

It is evident that Yennefer is shocked at seeing Jaskier and is even more shocked when he refuses to leave without his coat.

Yennefer then sets out to get Geralt, who readily agrees to say sorry to Jaskier (perhaps Ciri will attend as well) to stage a heist in order to get Jaskier's coat back, so that he may be freed.

During this time, Jaskier's condition is deteriorating more and more due to the lack of water he is receiving.

[monstersandmaw]

Laces for a Lady - 18th century, poly, shifters x human romance - Chapter Five (sfw)

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

Here's chapter five! I've been blown away by your reaction and love for this story so far, and the fact that I've got two lots of fan art out of it as well has just totally humbled me. Thank you! You can find them here and here, by the way, as well as my own doodles of Locryn and Ned.

Anyway, here we have the Harvest Festival Dance, where all bets are off, and there's some angst and a sprinkling of drama for some *spice*...

Wordcount: 4203

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw)

The night of the Lammas Festival dance ticked around in no time, and even though the focus of the festivities was the great barn and the yard outside, the whole of Heath Top House itself came alive.

The staff spent the entire day scouring the stone floor of the barn and setting out the long tables in the barn and preparing the feast, while Winnie and Nel tried not to get in their way while weaving and hanging decorative wreaths and festoons along the walls, and tying ribbons in bows on the huge doors.

As promised, Aggie had come to the house a few days before to teach the two ladies how to weave the traditional corn dollies, or Nests as they were called in these parts, much to Nel’s confusion. Her own hadn’t turned out too bad, despite her lack of skill with an embroidery needle, while Winnie’s was decidedly lumpy and misshapen. Still, they laughed and hung them in pride of place in the drawing room window, and Aggie had even managed a kind word about their efforts while gossipping about everyone in the village.

“Little Betsie Carne is going to get a proposal from Arthur, you can count on that, and Meg has been leading poor Jack on something dreadful. If he can get a word out without turning red as an autumn apple to ask her to dance on Lammas night, I’ll eat this whole Neck with gravy and turnips!” she cackled, waving her own intricate corn dolly at them like a cook with a wooden spoon while they all laughed.

Nel refrained from asking about whether Edmund Nancarrow or Locryn Trevethan would be seen with anyone, though she was curious if the older woman had noticed their seemingly obvious adoration for one another. Perhaps it was one of those things that everyone knew about and simply didn’t mention in case it brought unwanted attention down on them, much like the smuggling and Free Trade in the area. Nel was not one to rock the proverbial boat, and kept her focus on the plaited strand of corn in her fingers, all the while remembering the way Locryn had crowded close to Edmund on the quayside and the sound of his smouldering voice as he’d growled soft endearments at him under his breath.

On the night of the dance itself, the trestle tables in the barn stretched all the way down its length, and were flanked by long benches for seating, and the stall doors of the stables along the edges of the barn each sported a different wreath and a coloured ribbon.

Blackthorn immediately ate the enormous sunflower that had been at the top of her wreath with great relish, and Nel fell about laughing while the black mare blithely scattered yellow petals all over the floor while Winnie looked honestly heartbroken. The stable hand nearby chuckled too, and Nel moved the remainder of the wreath to a spot where Blackthorn’s pincer teeth couldn't reach.

As dusk fell and the lanterns were lit around the yard and in the barn, Nel continued to help the staff where she could until Winnie emerged and called her name into the dying afternoon. It was so unlike her that Nel nearly dropped the basket of hazelnuts she’d been carrying. Liddy, a kitchen servant, gently took it from her and chirped, “Best see what she wants, Miss Nel.”

The slight glow of affection that she felt whenever the household called her ‘Miss Nel’ instead of ‘Miss Bywater’ or even ‘Miss Eleanor’ hadn’t faded since she’d first heard them start it up, and she offered Liddy a quick smile and her thanks as she handed the basket over and scuttled over to Winnie on the threshold of the manor house.

Winnie laughed and dragged her by the wrist through the house as though they were both barely fourteen, not twenty-five and thirty. “Come on! The guests will start arriving any minute and you’re still wearing that horrible brown dress! And it’ll take me at least an hour to style your hair properly…”

In the end, her hair only took twenty minutes, though that was more because Nel’s wild tresses refused to be properly curled and even Winnie simply gave up, but it was a good couple of hours before they were both fully dressed and ready, and dusk had well and truly fallen outside.

Winnie led her arm-in-arm across the hallway to the front door of the hall, where her father and mother in law were standing and smiling. “You both look beautiful,” Lady Mary said, speaking first to Winnie but surprising Nel by including the young woman in her gaze too.

“Shall we go?” Lady Mary asked her husband, who nodded and a servant opened the door for them.

Nel’s breath caught when she saw how the staff had finished off the decorations, with lamps settled on the ground all around the courtyard, candles glinting within them, and festoons of foliage and flowers around the edges of the open space. The shrill piping of a tin whistle and the steady, heartbeat rhythm of a drum kept a leaping fiddle carefully in time as the music rose above the chatter and laughter in the barn beyond, and she walked with Winnie towards the celebrations that were already kicking off by the sound of things.

Nel recognised many of the faces from the farm and estate workers, as well as a few from the village, and she caught Agatha’s eye as the old woman beamed at her while laughing with the man beside her. Nel grinned at her and slipped away from Winnie to hug the woman.

“Dearie, you look right lovely,” Agatha said as she released her and gazed up and down at her embroidered green dress. “Doesn’t she, Martin?” she asked, and her husband nodded enthusiastically.

They glanced around the great barn and smiled at the sight of all the horses poking their noses over their stall doors, clearly wondering what the fuss was all about. Blackthorn had a piece of hay in her dark forelock, and Nel had just thought about going over to pick it out for her when Lord Penrose cleared his throat and tapped a knife against the edge of his glass, calling for silence.

Although he wasn’t as popular with the local folk as Winnie herself was, people fell silent quickly to listen to him. Just as he opened his mouth to begin, however, one of the carthorses near the back of the barn broke wind and let rip an enormous noise that made everyone go completely still and then burst out laughing. Once one person started, the cacophony rose and people slapped the table and guffawed, and even Blackthorn joined in with a shrill neigh of her own before things eventually sputtered back to quiet.

Nel covered her mouth with her hand and turned her face into Agatha’s shoulder, still shaking with silent laughter, but just as she shut her eyes, she saw Edmund Nancarrow standing nearby, biting his own lips together to keep from laughing. When their gaze met, it was all over for Nel and she whickered out a shuddering breath that was just the right side of decent to escape Lord Penrose’s attention as everyone else gained control of themselves.

“Yes, well… quite,” the older man chirped around a tight smile of his own. “Well, after such a crude reminder from Old Flint there for me to keep things brief, I would just like to thank all of you for your hard work and dedication this year. I believe this was a record harvest for us, and I hope you know how valued you all are as my tenants. None of this would be possible without your daily hard work. Providing a feast like this is a truly inadequate way of thanking you, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Please…”

And with a gesture and a wordless toast, he raised his glass and everyone cheered.

Nel glanced back at Edmund, who was then looking in the other direction and speaking to a young woman in a dark blue dress, so Nel used the brief opportunity to take in the slender lines of his body in the wine red coat he wore. Angular and handsome, he was quick to laugh, and he ducked his head shyly as he ushered his companion forward ahead of him to the trestle table to help herself before him.

The motion left him standing alone, and Nel slipped free of Agatha to join him.

He watched her approach and bowed his head as she joined him. “Miss Bywater,” he said in his quiet tenor.

“Mr. Nancarrow,” she said. “Old Flint got things off to a good start,” she giggled, and Edmund snickered like a schoolboy again.

 She could see an endless well of mirth in the depths of his brown eyes and didn’t trust herself not to laugh along with him if he started up again in earnest.

“And here I thought it was going to be my dear Blackthorn causing all the trouble,” she went on, nodding at the black mare as she popped her head curiously over her stable and sniffed curiously at the tankard of cider someone was holding in their hand while talking and facing in the opposite direction. “She’s a bit of a menace, but she’s a sweetheart too.”

Edmund looked very much as though he wanted to talk, to say something in response, but perhaps his innate shyness got in the way and he just swallowed thickly and he smiled one of those devastating, dimpled smiles instead.

“No Locryn tonight?” she asked quietly, and he smiled to show he wasn’t anxious about the topic.

“He said he might come later,” he said. “He doesn’t tend to have much to do with the village, even at big events like this one.” He finished the statement with another bashful smile that lit him up from the inside out, and she fought down a wave of selfish jealousy; she would have been lying if she’d said she didn’t want someone to smile like that at the thought of her.

“Can’t say I imagine him being overly comfortable at a gathering like this,” she ventured, and Edmund snorted.

“No. It’s a shame though,” he added with a glance at the musicians near the back of the barn. “He loves music.”

“Let’s hope he shows up then,” she said. “I’ve been to my fair share of gatherings and balls in London, but this is already ten times more fun.”

A hand at her elbow made her start and she looked round just as Winnie giggled and squeezed her arm. “There you are,” she said, and then her eyes fell on Edmund and her smile grew. “Oh.”

She clearly recognised him, but didn’t know his name, so Nel turned and said, “Winnie, this is Mr. Edmund Nancarrow. He is assistant to Mr. Fordyce.”

“Oh, a tailor!” she beamed, with a rosy flush in her cheeks. “How talented! You must never, ever be allowed to see my embroidery, Mr. Nancarrow,” she said with the perfect sincerity of the very tipsy. “Nel’s isn’t much better though. Dreadful, actually, but you didn't hear it from me.”

Nel gave a laugh through her nose and began to steer Winnie towards the table, and towards a glass of water. With a look back over her shoulder, she said to Edmund, “Will you excuse us before Winnie drops any more embarrassing truths about my shortcomings? Give her another glass of Mr. Meddlar’s cider, and she’ll be telling everyone how bad I am at the fortepiano too. At least I can speak French to a passable degree. Come on, Winnie…”

Edmund was smiling again as if she’d told him the world’s funniest secret, and when the young woman who’d been with him earlier joined and immediately led him away by the elbow with the air of a close friend who needs to know every detail of recent events, he shook his head fondly and indulged her.

Nel lost track of him after that. She and Winnie sat down together near the head of the table to enjoy the glorious roast beef and pork pie and boiled vegetables that had been prepared for the feast.

“Who was that young man you were talking to?” Winnie asked about an hour into the festivities, having soaked up a little of the cider with some supper. “He was rather handsome…”

Shaking her head, Nel reached for her own wine glass and sipped from it. “His name is Edmund Nancarrow. He’s Mr. Fordyce’s assistant.”

“You told me that,” Winnie said flatly. “That wasn’t what I meant. You seemed…”

“Don’t,” she sighed, and whatever bitter, sad undertone carried in the single word, Winnie caught it and let the matter lie.

Instead, the young widow closed her hand around Nel’s forearm and leaned in close. “Make sure you dance with whomever you like tonight, mmm? There are no rules at the Harvest Dance, and no one will think anything of whatever happens tonight.”

She didn’t reply, but she mulled her friend’s words over while they ate dessert, and when the merry drone of the bagpipes started up outside in the courtyard and the people began to line up, Nel followed Winnie and tried to take part as best she could. Nel had never danced most of the country dances they all seemed to know there though, and after embarrassing herself by stumbling through a few sets under Winnie’s rather chaotic directions on the fly, she slipped away and strolled along the barn towards Blackthorn’s stall, snagging an apple from the table on the way.

The horse whickered, low and warm when she opened the door and slipped inside the dark stall, and while the heat of the dancing faded a little from her cheeks, she stroked the mare’s velvet nose and fed her chunks of apple until it was all gone.

The mare’s ears pricked forwards suddenly and Nel turned to see Edmund slowly sinking down onto one of the long, empty benches outside the stall.

He had a tight expression of pain on his face and he seemed to be breathing carefully through the sharp discomfort in his leg with the practised pattern of someone who deals with chronic pain on a daily basis.

Aware that she was intruding on his privacy, she had just begun to turn back to the mare when she heard Edmund laugh quietly and she glanced over her shoulder again to see Locryn’s massive form sliding onto the bench beside him.

He wore an undyed linen shirt that was open a little at the neck, and simple brown trousers and boots, but somehow he had the presence of a lord in a great hall, and she found herself transfixed. He pulled Edmund against his side for a moment and then, from what she could see from her limited angle, he appeared to lay his big hand quietly on Edmund’s painful hip. After a few long, measured breaths, Edmund simply melted into his supportive touch, allowing the bulk of the bigger man to buttress him up entirely, and he half closed his eyes in the relative privacy of the shadowed barn.

The noises of dancing and merriment drifted down the empty table, over the abandoned plates and tankards, and for a time, everything stayed perfectly, timelessly still.

Nel hardly dared breathe, let alone turn around, in case her skirts dragged on the straw and disturbed the couple by alerting them to her presence.

Blackthorn scraped her hoof along the stall floor a few moments later, shattering the silence with the jarring sound, and she nudged at Nel’s hand for more apple. Using the shuffling of the horse to mask her own movements, she turned her back on the two men to breathe in the scent of the mare’s glossy coat.

She rubbed her cheek against the silky hair on Blackthorn’s neck and slowly buried her fingers in the dense, dark coat that was starting to grow as the year turned colder. Tears prickled hot around her eyes as she was struck starkly by the force of her loneliness, despite her friendship with Winnie. The sting of knowing she would probably never curl up with a man in bed, never feel his hand resting on her hip, never hear him sigh with pleasure or feel his lips brush over her neck, suddenly seemed all the sharper with the knowledge that just outside the stable were two people who meant the world to each other.

With a huge sigh, she pressed a kiss to Blackthorn’s neck and prepared to walk out with her head held at a dignified angle, politely ignoring Edmund and Locryn as she left and went back to the manor house for the night.

Instead, she turned around and found Locryn leaning his huge, bare forearms on the stable door immediately behind her, and nearly leapt out of her skin. How on earth he’d moved so silently, she couldn’t fathom.

He offered her a lopsided grin and opened the door for her as she approached. “Not hiding in there, are you, Miss?” he asked as he stepped back, and, comically, both Nel and the mare made to leave the stall together.

Nel turned around and glared pointedly at the horse, who tossed her head, snorted, and then promptly turned her quarters around and stuck her nose in the hay trough on the back wall without so much as a farewell nicker for the apple.  

“No?” Nel grimaced at Locryn, nodding her thanks as he secured the door behind her. “Truth be told, I got fed up with tripping over my own feet in dances I don’t really know, and I wanted to make sure Blackthorn didn’t feel too left out. You’re not dancing either, I take it?”

“Me?” he laughed, the oddly delighted sound carrying easily over the deserted table and echoing around the otherwise empty barn. “You think anyone wants to partner up with me?”

“Why ever wouldn't they?” she asked with a frown, stopping abruptly and staring up at him. He was nearly a foot taller than her, and so broad and muscular in the confines of the dimly-lit barn that he seemed almost like a giant out of a fairytale.

“You saying you would?” he countered, one thick, steel-grey eyebrow rising.

“I —” her gaze flickered to Edmund, who was sitting on the bench and watching the exchange with a wry twist to his lips that made his dark eyes glitter. “If I were halfway decent at dancing, and if you asked me, I might,” she told Locryn archly. “But I didn’t think you liked anyone else here enough to want to dance with them, let alone me.”

At that, a little of the playful laughter faded from his green eyes and he took half a step back. “Now why would you think I don’t like you, Miss?” he asked, arms folding across his chest. The movement pulled the fabric of his undyed shirt across his shoulders and accentuated the enormous muscles of his arms and chest, and she looked down at the ground before answering him. Some of the heat from her earlier dancing returned to her cheeks and refused to leave a second time.

“Well,” she mumbled, “For starters… you glowered at me something fierce the first time I came to Polgarrack, and you nearly knocked me flying off the cliff when you brought Mr. Nancarrow up from the sands. You didn't even check to see if you’d toppled me over the edge in your haste.”

“Forgive me for caring about —” he hissed and stopped himself from saying what Edmund truly meant to him and ground his teeth. “You weren’t in any danger,” he said with a clenched jaw.

“Perhaps not,” she conceded, “And you did redeem yourself somewhat by helping me onto Blackthorn afterwards.” The way his huge hand had lingered around her ankle joint had lived far longer in her mind than it had any right to. “Fine. Are you saying you would genuinely dance with me?”

“You saying you want to? Thought you weren’t enjoying the dancing… Two left feet and all…”

She rolled her eyes and flapped her hands a little in frustration. “Oh, you’re impossible. Forget the whole thing. I was going to call it a night anyway.” She looked over at Edmund, who was just barely holding back a laugh at his lover’s antics. “Mr. Nancarrow, I wish you good night. I hope you and Locryn enjoy the music. God knows, I think I’ve had quite enough of all of it.” Her cheeks were stinging and it had nothing to do with the exertion after dancing.

With that, she turned and walked briskly towards the open doors of the barn, her chest churning with the strange and unsettling feeling that she’d either been flirted with or made a fool of, and she couldn’t tell which it was. Perhaps it was a bit of both.

“Wait!” Locryn's bass voice was soft, and she almost missed it over the shrill piping and rapid-fire scraping of the fiddler outside, but she stopped all the same.

Slowly, she turned and found him walking towards her with a completely new expression on his face. With his green eyes wide and dark, he looked contrite and abashed, and behind him she could just make out Edmund, leaning his elbow against the table while he drank deeply from a wine goblet as if to hide a smile.

“If I asked you, would you dance with me?” Locryn asked in a low rumble.

A little suspicious, she frowned and jutted her chin back towards Edmund. “What about…?” she asked carefully.

Locryn shook his head. “He asked me to ask you. He knows I like dancing, and it’s not something he’s comfortable doing.”

“You like dancing?”

The mountain of a man just nodded.

“And you’re not making fun of me?” she asked.

“No,” he breathed. “I’m sorry if I made you think I was just now. I was just having a laugh with you. You give as good as you get, and I like that.”

She smiled and held out her hand, palm down. “Alright then. One dance. And if I tread on your feet or trip over, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I won’t let you trip over,” he said with a smile that showed his thick canines and made his eyes glint. Despite all that, she trusted him, and let him lead her out of the barn and towards the dancing.

A few people looked at them as they joined the end of the line for the next set, but true to his word, Locryn neither embarrassed her nor let her embarrass herself. His big, rough hands were gentle as he turned her under his arm, and he moved with surprising lightness of foot for someone his size. And he really did enjoy the music. She saw it in the way his eyes lit up and his lips curved into an attractive, heartfelt smile. He picked her up by the hips and floated her down to the ground again in a turn that left her dizzy, with two points of heat searing into her skin where his hands had been, if only for a second or two.

The set passed in a blur of lines weaving in and out of each other; of steel grey hair and dark green eyes and wolfish smiles that lit her up inside. From time to time, since they were on the end of the line, she caught glimpses of Edmund’s pale face watching from the shadows of the barn, and each time she saw him, he was smiling.

And then it was over almost before she’d even realised it.

They stared in breathless silence at each other for several pounding heartbeats while the rest of the dancers cheered and applauded the musicians, but Nel couldn’t tear her eyes from his. They were as green as the sea on a summer evening, and there was an otherworldly glow about him that drew her in like the promise of soothing waves after a long and thirsty day in the sun.

For some reason she could almost taste saltwater on her tongue.

There was a pounding in her ears like the thunder of distant surf and she couldn’t catch her breath.

Locryn leaned down and she watched the very tip of his tongue move to wet his upper lip. For a wild, wonderful moment, she thought he was going to kiss her.

Someone bumped into her from behind, sending her lurching a step towards him and he steadied her where he still held her hands in his rough, rope-callused fingers.

The moment vanished like sea foam and she swallowed, looking up at him. He looked as stunned as she did.

“No wonder he’s so in love with you,” she whispered, blinking back tears. She bobbed a tiny, stiff curtsy. “I thank you for the dance, Mr. Trevethan.”

Without waiting long enough for him to react, she turned and walked as quickly as she dared back to the house.

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[sagemonsters]

@mikbutt has a blind date with...

Kian the Selkie

Kian resembles a leopard seal while wearing her sealskin, and outside of it is a very tall, muscular human woman with dark brown skin and short box braids. She has some scars and a (magical) prosthetic lower limb thanks to encounters with sharks out in the ocean. Although she puts on a show of toughness, Kian is a romantic at heart. You can see her eyes soften and a smile tug at her lips whenever she catches sight of you. 

Kian loves to swim, and is always happy to accompany you to the beach or pool for some fun in the water. Once she trusts you enough, she will don her sealskin and swim alongside you in her seal form.

As an extrovert, Kian is always ready to go to a party or gathering and loves to socialize. However, she’s also quick to make sure that you’re taken care of—if you start to feel tired or overwhelmed, Kian is happy to whisk you away to someplace quiet for one-on-one time where you can recharge.

Kian is a happy carnivore and is always down for a fish or steak dinner. She’s also a Grill Dad™ who loves keeping everyone fed during a cookout, and will pile everyone’s plates high with their favorite foods.

Kian isn’t much of a crafter or maker herself, so your creations always amaze her. If you knit, crochet, draw, or otherwise create something for her, she’ll treasure it forever and take a million pictures to show her friends and family. She never throws away a gift.

“Hey there,” a low, melodious voice says, and you turn around to see a tall Black woman smiling at you from one of the picnic tables that have been set up for the cookout. “Looking for a seat?”

“Kinda,” you admit, and the woman gestures to the empty place beside her. You sit down there.

The woman introduces herself as Kian. You tell her your name in return, and the self-appointed DJ (i.e. the person who was the fastest to connect to the bluetooth speaker) starts playing a summery collection of old rock hits. Children chase each other in the throes of some incomprehensible game a short distance from the picnic tables, and the air smells like barbecue. It’s a good smell. You feel safe, and under Kian’s gaze you also feel a flutter of attraction as the sunlight gleams on her muscular arms. It’s hard not to stare.

Kian looks away from you to critically examine her burger. “They cooked mine too much—look, there’s way too much char on this side. I should go over there and tell them.”

“Why don’t you?” you ask.

Kian looks back at you and grins. “Well, I’m enjoying your company right now. I don’t want anyone to steal my spot as your conversational partner, after all.”

You feel your face heat in a blush, and the butterflies in your stomach intensify.

“Care to dance?” Kian asks.

“I’m not sure I can,” you admit.

“That’s alright; I can’t either,” Kian says easily. “Let’s go make fools of ourselves, yeah?” Her smile widens as she offers her hand, and you eagerly accept.

see here to get your own blind date with a monster!

[selkies-world]

Stars: Defied

By Rónán-Lukas Trodden

A racing star. An infamous socialite. And a decade-long family feud.

Romain Martineau is heir to his father's world-renowned companies, but is better known for showing up at house-parties.

Giulio Cavanni is a rising star in the racing world, and is heir to his father's luxury car emporium.

The two family-owned companies have been at the heart of multiple public feuds over the last decade.

But when Romain and Giulio run into each other at a party, secrets are shared, promises are made and new opportunities are discovered. With sparks flying and inheritances on the line, can the two heirs save each other from themselves, or are they destined to crash?

A gay love story, by a gay / bisexual & transgender author.

Buy my Make it Gayer than Shakespeare Ever Could Have Dreamt It book by clicking the rainbow link above, or by clicking right........ here.

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I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THIS

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU

Warnings; Several yanderes, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, yandere behavior, monster au, fem reader, no one starts off knowing reader is fem so they/them pronouns used, deranged behavior, spiders, driders, centaurs, unicorns, Nemean lions, werewolves, selkies, minotaurs, genies, nagas, magic, threats, panic,

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Nothing made sense anymore.

None of what you saw could have possibly been real, and even if it was, where did that leave you? The area was not familiar and you had gone through one of those mirrors to get where you were. Hopefully those... things... wouldn't think to look for you where you decided to hide out until you got a plan together. This was all provided you could think of a plan despite everything going on around you.

When you had woken up inside a coffin, the panic had set in so quickly. Since the very second that coffin spilled you out on the marble floors to the odd creatures that greeted you with unhindered curiosity, you were afraid and lost. Even now as impossible things had taken place, a thought echoed in your head from what one of the creatures had said.

I thought Humans were extinct?

Certainly a few of those you saw around you looked human, but most were some kind of creature or abominable hybrid. None of it made sense because creatures like this couldn't possibly exist, right? If that was true, you were suffering some kind of psychotic break. But if it wasn't true, if you could actually trust your eyes to tell you the truth, then you had something completely new to deal with.

Exhaustion hit you hard enough that you couldn't help but cuddle close to your stone companion and shelter, seeking comfort in the cold statue.

~•§•~

Eyes slowly flickered open in the dark, searching with sleep-hazed confusion at the oddly cramped surroundings. Attempting to lift your hands only made more confusion race through your mind as some kind of lid stopped you from completing the motion. The fog of sleep that had hung so heavy in your mind was now replaced with sharp awareness and clarity, throwing you into a state of panic as you realized you were trapped.

The dark container you found yourself in had you thrashing and desperate for freedom from your newfound confines. Your kicking and thrashing- painful against the lid of your container- managed to actually knock the top loose and slightly ajar. That bit of light from outside was the only encouragement your knowledge deprived brain needed to know it was doing the right thing by struggling. What you didn't expect was the feeling of this human-sized container pitching forward to spill you out unceremoniously on the ground.

The cold surface beneath you felt even colder on your soft face, wondering just where you were and why all of your memories leading up to that moment were just a blur. You didn't have long to spend on your musings before an unusual voice reached your ears, closer to a baritone than a tenor but still a masculine sounding tone.

"Oh my, I thought we had all of the students accounted for. Could it be I miscounted?"

You pushed yourself up with your hands to try and face whoever was speaking, seeing an oddly feathered man with dark black hair walking towards you. He wore a mask- or perhaps he truly had a beak- that made him look like a rather large corvid walking towards you. Despite his humanoid features, something in the back of your mind told you that this man was not what he appeared at first glance. Even his bright yellow eyes that shined from beneath the black mask seemed inhuman as they studied you intently.

"You certainly don't seem like one of the sudents I selected. I'm fairly sure I would remember someone odd... like you..?"

The man stopped in his tracks, regarding you strangely as if he were actually looking at you now. He certainly wasn't recognizeable to you and you had no sense of familiarity upon seeing him. Something about you must have caught the man's attention as he cocked his head to the side, crouching next to you and observing you keenly. Something about the way he moved was so bird-like you wondered if he was pretending to be some character or if there were actually something inhuman about him.

"I don't often need to ask this question, and I am very curious now what your answer will be, but what are you?"

That was certainly an odd question. You thought the answer would have been obvious, but something about the whole situation made you feel like what you were going through wasn't normal.

"Human..? Isn't everyone?"

There was a long moment of silence and it was in this silence you decided to look around now that your poor face stopped hurting from your abrupt meeting with the ground. You were in the center of a large room where what seemed to be dozens of coffins with various sizes and shapes floated around you. The container you came from was also a coffin and you could see where you had actually damaged the smooth wood with your desperate attempt at freedom.

Beyond the floating coffins- as surreal as they were- you noticed that you were not the only two present. Many others were standing around you, all in the same black, purple, and gold robes. All looking at you with unguarded curiosity. It was as you looked at these unusually robed people that you began to realize none of them looked particularly human. The more you searched, the clearer it became that none of those standing around you seemed to be fully human.

One of those standing there was a heartbreakingly beautiful bird-man with smooth complexion and flawless makeup darkening his lovely purple eyes. His fair blond hair woven with long feathers. Behind him was a long train of peacock feathers in iridescent colors that seemed all the more colorful beneath the flicking candlelight. As he noticed you glance at him, he seemed to almost puff out his chest in pride and the feather train behind him ruffled ever so slightly.

There was what you could only describe as a some kind of horned horse-man standing not too far from the bird-man. He had fiery red hair that complimented his smokey blue eyes, a prominent golden horn sat in the middle of his forehead with two long strands of hair framing the protrusion. His horse-half had pure white fur, the tail of the horse sporting the same flaming hair the human-half had. The hooves on the horse half were that same sparkling golden that made the hybrid almost seem regal in a way.

Even beyond the two oddities you saw more and more inhuman features on the beings standing around you. There was a light murmur of conversation humming through the air and that was when you caught something unusual.

"I thought humans were extinct?"

You were brought back to attention by the man in front of you clapping his hands as he stood back to full height. He had an unsettling smile playing on his lips and he regarded you the same way one would regard a lost puppy sitting, shivering from fear and cold at their door.

"You actually are a human, aren't you? How amazing! To think, a human just appeared at my College after centuries of one not even being sighted! How thrilling. This certainly is an unusual situation, and it is my duty as Headmage to safeguard such an endangered creature. Worry not, little human, you are safe here. Aren't I just the kindest?"

You felt like you had been dropped in some wretched nightmare that made no sense despite how desperately you searched for it. There was no such thing as horned horse men, or crow men, or peacock men! None of this was possibly happening because these things just didn't exist where you were from. Maybe as a child you had believed such lies, but as an adult you couldn't comprehend these creatures possibly existing. It was just madness.

It was as you were pulling yourself too your feet that another voice spoke up, this one a touch deeper than that of the Crow man.

"Merveilleux~ to see such a mythical being up close like this... Their beauty is absolutely stunning in such a captivating and exotic way, très bien!"

You saw the man speaking and felt a little confused when he was taller than many of those standing around him. As others moved to look at him you saw just what it was that gave him such height above the rest. It looked as if someone had taken the top half of a man and attached it to the body of a spider about where the face would be. The spider body itself was compact with black markings along the abdomen and long, spindly legs that seemed more than double the length of the body. Two prominent fangs sat curled at the front of the man, slightly obscured by his robes hanging over them, but you could see the faint sheen of venom on the pointed surface of the far too-large mandibles.

Something about seeing the handsome face and shining green eyes of the blond man paired with the monstrous spider-body that he was attached to made the world seem to spin and pitch beneath you. Though you had just managed to get to your feet you certainly didn't feel steady on them, but as the crow man reached out to steady you, you did the only thing you could think of and bolted. Your sudden flight from the situation made several others startle, and in the confusion you darted for what looked like an exit or portal out.

It had not been what you hoped it to be as you found yourself standing before a dark castle that seemed all the more intimidating compared to the monster filled room you just fled. Still, you could try to find somewhere in the castle to lay low, maybe even out on one of the balconies next to the many Gargoyles that overlooked the dour building. There had to be somewhere out of place enough for you to hide- or so you hoped- from the hybrid monsters that so happily decided to keep you despite not knowing a thing about you.

The slow wandering of halls with no opposition put you on edge, wondering if you just got lucky or if you hadn't seen anyone for a reason. Even as your footsteps quietly echoed in the dark halls, you remained vigilant in your quest to find somewhere out of the way.

Eventually that quest for somewhere safe led you to one of the many rooftops of the building. Your salvation came in the form of a recessed alcove that went further back than it appeared, facing away from the front of the castle. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you sheltered from the rather cold wind and make you feel concealed even among the rooftop.

With Gargoyles as your company and adrenaline quickly fading, you found yourself exhausted and in need of a rest. Despite how fast you seemed to have stumbled upon your hiding place, you could see it had actually been quite a distance you must have run. The portal far away on the other side of the enormous drawbridge that let you into the castle. Your energy was sapped and you were more than confused, but you couldn't fight the insistent pull of sleep on your frazzled mind forever.

~•§•~

The old crow Fae was still reeling from the absolute shock he had just gone through, but most would likely be feeling the same were they in his shoes. It simply was next to impossible, but an actual human was roaming the halls of Night Raven College. He himself had last seen a human more than half a millennia ago and they had since been declared extinct for several centuries. Seeing such a mythical being in the Hall of Mirrors was certainly unexpected and curious.

At first he believed they were a Selkie who had lost their fur, but the absolute lack of magic from them told him all he needed to know. Humans were the only non-magic species that had reached sentience in Twisted Wonderland, but this left them at a disadvantage as all other sentient species had magic and quickly out competed them. Some of the Naga and other beastman tribes even took to eating humans as a delicacy before they were declared extinct. Now Crowley had what was very possibly the first recorded human in centuries somewhere lost in his college.

The grants he could get to care for the human alone justified finding them and keeping them at Night Raven despite the fact they were not actually a student or member of the college. Even beyond just the money to keep such a rare specimen safe, he was going to get to see their magicless qualities first hand. It was always assumed that humans had some kind of innate abilities to make up for the fact that they didn't have magic. Their affable nature made them great at keeping the peace between strong personalities and powerful magic users. Though humans were technically at the bottom of the food chain as far as sentient species were concerned, Crowley could keep this one creature safe at Night Raven College.

All he needed to do now was find the wayward human and get them to settle down. Of course, there was still the question for where the human could possibly stay that would ensure their safety.

~•§•~

The dark haired prince walked through the somber halls of Diasomnia. Emerald eyes taking note of the ever familiar surroundings that made up his temporary home. The dour prince was looking to visit his beloved Gargoyles and figured now was as good a time as any. He had not been invited to the ceremony after all and he was not so rude as to show up without invitation and no good reason. Besides, it had been a while since he last visited his beloved statues.

As he made his usual rounds based on the age of the statue, the horned royal paused when greeted with an unfamiliar sight. Beneath one of the Gargoyles was someone soft and delicate looking. They were clearly not made of the same stone as the statues, but by all appearances the Gargoyles had borne a child of flesh and not stone. Perhaps Lilia would know where this odd little creature came from.

The prince was gentle removing the soft (s/c) being from beneath the statue, taking care to not wake the warm creature. His obsidian wings flared with contentment as he managed to extract the oddly delicate humanoid. Outwardly appearing, they almost seemed to be a selkie without fur, but their scent said otherwise. They were much softer than a siren or banshee which often had very taut skin. With renewed purpose, the thorn prince carried his new discovery to his own room, tucking the little being into his blankets. He would find somewhere else for the odd creature to stay after he conversed with Lilia. For now, he could leave the fragile being in the safety of his nest until he figured out what they were.

Perhaps he would crash the ceremony after all. Even if he wasn't invited, this was a good reason.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

thinking of mermaids AGAIN sooooooooooooooo

Merman!Ghost x Mermaid!Reader (for Mermay 2024)

cw: dubcon elements, rough sex, SELF-INDULGENT and therefore weird mermaid biology, (suspend disbelief idk and idc about mermaid biology, i just wanted to write ghost fucking a mermaid.), forced?-ish breeding (both parties were aware of the risks)

Merman!Ghost who's actually a selkie... of sorts.

Merman!Ghost who took the coat of a GREAT Greenland shark over three centuries ago and has lived as a shark ever since...

Merman!Ghost who's a deep dweller and has become quite the hunter, using the darkness of the depths to attract dumb prey so he can kill them.

Merman!Ghost who's not above mauling humans, in fact he despises them, especially when he finds them hurting animals. Sure, he kills them, but he's an animal himself.

Merman!Ghost who when he's bored causes issues on purpose, including scaring fish and other underwater life, and finds great humour in it.

Merman!Ghost who constantly gives trouble to fishing boats by trying to sink them, slamming his tail on the side of them to send them rocking side to side... and by ripping their nets with his teeth...

Merman!Ghost who has had horror stories and cautionary tales told of him by many navigators, pirate captains, sailor crews... who has become somewhat of a legend, a myth, and gets referred to as "The Creature".

Merman!Ghost who's not immune to mermaid song, surprisingly enough, but who can resist it plenty well.

Merman!Ghost who hears the lilting of your voice through the dark water but doesn't seek you out.

Merman!Ghost who succeeds in resisting... for days, weeks, months...

Merman!Ghost who awakes to the endless sound of your singing bubbling into his ears, and gets lulled to sleep by it as well.

Merman!Ghost who finds himself going insane by your voice, that follows him like a backdrop for every waking moment of his life, and cannot tune it out.

Merman!Ghost who eventually bites the bait and allows himself to rise from his domain.

Merman!Ghost follows your voice as it carries for miles upon miles.

Merman!Ghost who comes across a natural cave by the beach. Way too close to the beach. Close enough for him to know he'll end up washing up and getting stuck.

Merman!Ghost who checks both sides, making sure the beach is empty before he tentatively strips off his coat for the first time in years.

Merman!Ghost who stashes his coat between the rocks, covering it with algae before he dares venture into the cave.

Merman!Ghost who can't see as easily without the shark eyes, who can't swim as well without the shark fins, who can barely walk because all his human muscles are atrophied.

Merman!Ghost who wades in waist deep water into the darkness of the cave, looking around for you, his burly, calloused hands using the rocks as crutches to seek you out.

Merman!Ghost who only notices you when it's too late... when your song suddenly stops and the water splashes as you dive back in.

Merman!Ghost who watches you zoom past him in the water, a slippery fishtail propelling you in a zigzag amidst the rocks before you emerge out of the cave.

Merman!Ghost who watches you grab his shark coat and try to make off with it...

Merman!Ghost who takes his sweet time returning back to the mouth of the cave, watching you bob on the water with a mischievous smirk on your lips.

Merman!Ghost who demands "Give it back."

Merman!Ghost who scowls when you tell him "No." and "If you want it back, you have to marry me."

Merman!Ghost who crosses his arms and glares at you, shaking his head and refusing.

Merman!Ghost who scowls even more when you tell him "Then I guess it's bye bye to your skin.".

Merman!Ghost who despises being a human more than he despises the prank you're pulling on him.

Merman!Ghost who tries to negotiate and offers you something in exchange for his coat.

Merman!Ghost who pushes you against the rocks at the entrance of the cave as the cold water and seafoam wash over you both while he kisses you, pressing his tongue, the only warm part of his body, into your mouth, toying with yours.

Merman!Ghost who licks at the salty sea water glistening on your skin and the scales adorning your pretty neck, an arm wrapped around the small of your back.

Merman!Ghost whose human fingers, pale and wrinkled from the salt water, wrap around your exposed breast, softly tugging on the pert nipple while his mouth kisses and sucks at the patches of skin amidst your scales.

Merman!Ghost who tsk's at you for having been singing for so long to attract him, and scolds you for getting him so riled up for weeks on end with your song.

Merman!Ghost whose hands push you up onto the rocks so he can dip his head down your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it slowly and watching you mewl and cry so beautifully.

Merman!Ghost who gets a reminder of the one positive side of being a human, as his human cock rises up suddenly and stiffly, large and thick, already oozing precum against your tail scales.

Merman!Ghost who carefully grinds his leaking cock against your slick cunt, right before the spot your thighs meet and blend into a tail.

Merman!Ghost who turns you over, bending you over the rocks, one hand on the back of your neck, the other steadying you around the bones of your hip...

Merman!Ghost who plunges his hooded cock deep into your cunt, causing you both to cry out in delight, eyes rolling and jaws going slack as he bottoms out.

Merman!Ghost who bullies his cock deep into your cunny, feeling how your warm, gummy walls contract and squeeze around him while he groans loudly.

Merman!Ghost who pounds away at you again and again, hearing your voice go high-pitched and squeaky with each snap of his hips, finally shattering the mind-numbing and intoxicating mermaid song he's had stuck in his head for weeks.

Merman!Ghost who watches you squirm and whine as you cum around his thick cock, nearly choking it with how tight you get, before he slams his hips against the back of your tail a few more times, and shoots his cum deep inside you.

Merman!Ghost who watches smugly how blissful, quiet and calm you are after he's done, breathing heavily and your body buzzing.

Merman!Ghost who snatches his shark coat from your hands as you're too fucked out to remember you're meant to keep it out of his reach.

Merman!Ghost who puts his shark coat back on and morphs back to the shape he's comfortable in, then wraps his maw around your tired body, beginning to drag you underwater with him.

Merman!Ghost whose body rumbles with a laugh when you try to get free and loosen his grip on you, demanding he let you go.

Merman!Ghost who tells you "I thought you wanted me to be your husband? Well, I made you my broodmare too... Now I have to take care of you."

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Selkie and the Sailor

Yandere Male Sailor x Selkie Male Reader

CW: Noncon, kidnapping, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 583

A tale as old as the ages. A human hopelessly enamored by a selkie. Captain Frederick Farview, in his early thirties, was the human. He owned and sailed a large leisure vessel for wealthy customers.

And you were the selkie. An abnormal male one at that. 

He had first encountered you while doing a cruise for wealthy clients. From the boat, he had seen a strange sight. He saw a beautiful man put on some sort of cloth and transform into a beautiful seal before sliding into the water and swimming away. 

He had been so enamored by the creature he had seen in the moonlight that he had to see it again. Out of pure curiosity, and to assure himself that he had not imagined it, he took a smaller personal boat back to the location after the cruise finally ended.

The captain knew it was likely a long shot, but he had to know for sure. To his surprise, he actually went around you, sitting on a rock jutting out of the water in the distance. Though you swam away when you noticed him. 

You had been warned about humans.

But eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and his persistence paid off. You allowed him to approach within speaking distance. He was charming and kind. Curious about your origins and culture.

Soon enough, he won you over. You shed your seal skin lower half, which allowed you to morph into a human form and board his fancy yacht.

After a few times, you let your guard down, and he wrestled your magic skin from you and forced you to be his.

He hid it away and took you to his home. Having nowhere else to go in this strange world and owning nothing, not even clothes, you were dependent on him and had to endure marriage to him. 

But worse than that, you had to endure his cock constantly. Filling your mouth or ass with his seed constantly. It seemed there was nothing he liked more than having his hands caressing you as he fucked into you while babbling about how perfect and beautiful you were.

One day, though, you finally found your skin. He had taken you for a small trip on his personal yacht, and you found it still stashed there all this time while he slept. Like a treasure to be hidden away from the world.

A treasure indeed.

You took it to the deck and slipped it on before jumping into the water with a splash. Captain Farview woke up and found you missing from his side. He arrived just in time to see you swim away.

With a growl of frustration, he got some fishing gear and was in hot pursuit. The waters here were shallow, so he knew if he was fast, you wouldn't be able to escape.

In the end, he caught you in a net. When he took you home, he tied you up in front of the roaring fireplace and threw your seal skin, your selkie birthright, into the flames.

You screamed and lunged forward, but his strong hands kept you in place as you howled in agony. It pained him to see you like this, but it was the only way to get it through your head that your place was with him.

He picked you up and buried your face in his chest as you wept.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. You've had a long day."