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boku-no-family:

Here is a little something, more like a drabble than an imagine. One of you cute sugarcubs told me they like the way I write Shinsou. I kept on thinking about him, about the way he behaves and what there might be that fascinates him. Here we are and I wanted to share my thoughts with you! ✨💕

Lots of Love ❤ Lin 

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When it comes to you, Hitoshi always is in wonder. He hangs on every word you say, like your sweet lips are the fountain of ambrosia themselves. He watches every smile, every scowl, your distant stare, the way your jaw moves when you are distressed and the way
your cheeks bloom into a fantastic cotton candy shade whenever he tells you those three magical words “I love you”. He wants to picture them all on the canvas of his mind, keeping them safe and secure. He is captivated by the way light shatters within your iridescent orbs, the
way emotion whirls and pools inside this ocean of your eyes.              
What he is struck by the most, though, are your hands. They can be delicate
or rough, ravishing or soothing, loving and sometimes even scathing. However, no matter what they express one thing never changes, they are always connecting.                
The times he looks forward to the most, are those when the two of you are in private. He is aching for the warmth, the touch of your hands. These hands, which do so much to him.
The same as right now.
You reach forward, your fingers carefully threading through his tousled violet hair until they reach his scalp in a slow stroking motion. The touch is ever so feathery, yet it ignites something warm and calming
deep inside his core. His body instantly relaxes and he leans into your caress, a content smile curls the ends of his lips. He is not much for talking and definitely not into flattery. His words are always honest, and he cannot
claim to be the best at being romantic but like this, just like this, your hands can do the talking, they can convey feelings that his lips sometimes fail to tell.              

Closer. His own hand embraces your wrist, slowly dragging it downwards. Carefully, his lips hover over your fingers, kissing them one
by one. His gaze is steady, he would not want to miss one single emotion dancing on your honeyed face. He loosens his grip. Languidly, he slides down the back of your hand, your skin feeling velvet and smooth. Fingers trail
down to your palm in a ghosting touch, lighting up a sparkling sensation underneath his fingertips. His thumb tenderly caresses the heel of your hand, while his other fingers securely rest on the other side. An even more vivid
smile flourishes on his face. Enchanted, he twines your fingers together, entangling them until there is no space left in between. Warmth seeps from the tips of his fingers, all the way down into his own palm. His heart starts
to race, his lids drop ever so slightly and his irises fade into a deep storming purple. Just the intimacy of this touch is enough to set his whole being on fire and his mind starts to race to find an even deeper way to connect.

THIS IS WRITTEN SO DELICATELY AND DETAILED That I just want to hold his hand for a million years 🤧

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Fate’s Kiss (pt. 2)

Siren!Shinsou x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

A/N: woo! Fun stuff. I didn’t really make it a make out session, I’m so sorry, however on the side I could write lil baby stories on this because after reading it, you’ll see there’s obviously a lot of things that’s left unsaid. Again, we love mermaids.

Part 1

You grew up hardly ever seeing your father. For the holidays he would fly out to see you only for the day, showering you with gifts you didn’t need and weren’t sure you wanted and for your birthdays you would get a card with a check. In letters he told you over and over again that he was excited to have you over for the Summer time but whenever Summer turned around, your mother had planned an extravagant trip out of the country and always took you with her.

After your seventeenth birthday, your mother started seeing another man very seriously and when the next Summer came, she took her trip with him rather than you and as a result, you had been sent to your father’s.

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maiden-bnha:

Shinsou x Reader

Summary: Shinsou likes to watch Reader sleep.

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He just wanted you to sleep! Staring at you through your window, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. You were the most high-strung person he’d ever seen, but your joy was just divine when you did finally crash. Watching you pace your apartment was driving him nuts — it was almost three in the morning! — but he was starving and there was no earthly way he was going to miss out on his favorite meal. 

Sure, he could force you to sleep, but it was always better when you drifted off on your own. Besides, he toxin he emitted to make you sleep was deadly if used too often; lord knows once he started putting you to sleep you’d be on him like white on rice.

“Finally.” Shinsou groaned when you crawled into bed; it was another hour before you finally fell asleep. Creeping around the side of your place, he grabbed your spare key from its hiding place out front before letting himself in. 

The two of you were friends, so it wasn’t like you’d be too alarmed if you did wake up and spot him, but with how often he fed off you, there was no way you wouldn’t have gotten suspicious if he kept asking to sleep over. Thus, he’d been reduced to stalking you like some kind of predator.

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todo-who:

Siren!Shinsou x Reader

Whoever is captaining this ship is a fool. Because only a fool would sail directly through siren territory at the peak of mating season.

Shinsou had, as per usual, tagged along with his sisters in their annual hunt, mainly to stave off boredom. But something feels off the closer he gets to the ship.

It isn’t until he sees you at the railing, trying to drag a man back from the brink, that he understands why. There is a roaring in his ears, his heart beating a mighty rhythm against his ribs, every instinct inside him demanding that he go to you and take you into his arms. He feels fear and anger cloud his mind when the man beside you drags you over the side of the ship and into the water. You struggle, pulling at the man with all your strength, and jealousy sears through Shinsou’s blood at the sight.

But then you manage to get your arms around the man properly and for a brief moment the two of you are side by side. Your hair and eyes are similar colors, your noses the same shape, and Shinsou realizes that the man you are desperately trying to save is not your lover but your sibling.

His sisters close in, intent on the kill, but one growl from him is enough to make them scatter.

He opens his mouth and, as the first note passes his lips, your head snaps up, eyes finding his in the murky depths. His song is one meant to soothe, a reassurance laid over a bargain. Even without words you understand, your fingers slackening around the man you’re clutching for dear life.

Shinsou swims closer, slowly, giving you ample opportunity to change your mind. But you don’t and he smiles, sharp and feral. He pushes your brother, because that’s all the man you tried to save can be, up towards the surface. It takes a moment but he seems to shake himself out of his stupor and quickly takes off, swimming for all he’s worth. You stay behind, even though your lungs must be starting to burn with the need for air.

But Shinsou won’t make you wait and darts forward, his hands cradling your face as he presses his mouth to yours, a kiss and a promise all rolled into one.

You can feel the change seep through you from that one point of contact even as you press back against him. There’s a tingling in your legs and an itch along your spine, a sharp pinch on the sides of your neck and around your ribs. You cling to the siren, gasping against his mouth with the strange sensations and sucking in a great lungful of water in the process. But instead of being painful, you blink your eyes open in surprise to find you can breathe. You can also properly see him through the gloom.

A wild mane of lavender hair floats around his face like a halo, intense purple eyes boring into your own. He is stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful and you can’t help but reach for him, awed fingers ghosting along his cheek reverently. He smiles, teeth sharp, and his hand skims down your shoulder to your bare back.

You blink and look down at yourself, realizing that your clothes have been shredded. Spiked fins jut from your elbows and wrists, wicked claws where your nails used to be. You can see blood under your arms and yank the remnants of your shirt up in a panic. But instead of bleeding wounds you find slits in your skin that part with each breath you take, the bright red of gills visible underneath. You gasp and they flare wider, but you’re quickly distracted by something else.

Where your legs used to be is instead a large tail, the scales shifting from blue to green to purple depending on how you look, the semitransparent caudal fin a dark, mottled blue. You swallow and look up, finding lavender eyes still trained on you. You open your mouth to ask his name but it comes out as a soft series of clicks, like you’ve heard dolphins make. His smile stretches wider and his response is a gentle hum you feel at the back of your neck.

“Hitoshi.” You repeat it back to him and he grins at you, reaching to lace your fingers together.

Gently, he tugs at you, leading you farther from the ship. It takes you a few minutes to get the hang of your new tail but he is ever patient, curled over your back protectively as you swim into deeper waters, away from your old life and towards your new one with him.

todo-who:

37. “Just one bite.”

54. “Come closer.”

Vampire!Shinsou x Reader, warning for implied violence

“Toshi, I’m hungry.” Your husband glances up at you, suddenly at full attention. He snaps his book shut and offers his hand to you, which you take without hesitation, letting him pull you into his lap.

“When did you last eat?” He asks, frowning when he notices the paleness of your skin and the way your eyes appear sunken, heavy lidded in a way that suggests exhaustion instead of sultriness. You blink, trying to remember, and that is answer enough. Shinsou sighs.

“You need to tell me when you start feeling the hunger pains, darling.” He says gently, cradling your face between his hands. You drop your eyes, not able to meet his hypnotizing gaze.

“I thought I could handle it. You seem just fine.” You say. Shinsou presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re still young, darling, which means you need to feed more often. Forgive me, I’ve been negligent.” He says, sweeping you up into his arms as he stands. You blink sleepily but snuggle into his hold, assured that he’ll take care of you.

You feel more than see the portal open, thin tendrils of shadow reaching out to caress your skin as you pass from one place to another as easily as a breath. When you blink your eyes open again there are streetlights burning in the distance, the darkness of the alley keeping both you and your husband hidden. Gently, Shinsou sets you on your feet, leaving you with a quick kiss before heading for the corner.

He waits, patient as the predator he is, and it doesn’t take long for some unsuspecting prey to pass by.

“My dear sir, could I have a moment?” He asks, inflecting his voice to sound higher, younger. The gentleman who had been about to walk by pauses, turning just a little.

“I’ve not much time, lad.” He answers.

“I won’t take much of your time, sir. But, please, do come closer.” You feel the crawl of Shinsou’s power in the air, the suggestion just enough to lift the man’s head. One moment of eye contact is all it takes for your husband to completely ensnare the man, lavender eyes glowing in the dark.

“Do not worry, sir.” Shinsou continues, smile stretching wider as the man takes a few shambling steps forward.

“It will be over with just one bite.”

He leads the man to you and you cannot help your shiver, exhilarated both by the prospect of a good meal and the hellfire you can see burning in your husbands eyes, full of assurances and promise. Your blood-teeth ache as Shinsou pushes the man to his knees before you. The impact causes the man’s eyes to clear some, blinking up at you in confusion.

“What is the meaning of this?” He demands shakily and Shinsou chuckles darkly.

“You should feel honored, good sir. You are about to become a meal for my beloved wife.” He explains, winking at you.

You blow him a kiss, bare your fangs, and strike.

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Siren!Shinsou x Pirate Captain!reader (soulmate twist)

Warnings: fluff? Angst, violence, alcohol

A/N: this is gonna get done in two parts because Meeps went a little overboard (pun intended.) for editing purposes and so I’m not a stressed muffin I’m not adding the keep reading insert thingy so I can link the two fics together because it doesn’t let me do that after I put that shit in there. Don’t come for me, I blew it, I already know. Anyways, here’s wonderwall.

Red Scarf Part 1

“Don’t listen to them!” You bellowed at your crew as you tried to steer your ship away from the rocks. Rain pelted on your face as you pushed as hard as you could on the wheel. It wasn’t enough. “Kaminari!” You called out to your first mate that seemed only half dazed. “We need to turn this blasted ship around! Grab the wheel, I’ll go for the sails!”

The man nodded and ran for you. You ran down to the deck and flipped yourself up, beginning to climb the ratlines to the yardarms, cutting away at ropes as your hands burned from gripping on to shrouds. You gazed down and saw that Kaminari’s attention was elsewhere. Soft and mystical humming grew louder and one of the monsters, the beautiful damned creature, climbed aboard your ship, swung her long slick tail over and reached a delicate hand to him. Kaminari had a stupid grin on his face as he walked over to her.

“Kaminari, no!” You screamed but your voice was drowned out by thunder and the symphony of a dozen other sirens. You watched as the monster caressed his face and he put his hands on her shoulders. “Kill her!” You yelled. He did not. Instead, he kissed her.

Pale arms wrapped around his body and pulled him down and into the sea. You stifled a pained yell. “Dumb bastard,” you gritted your teeth, now standing at the top of your ship. More than half of your crew was gone, taken from you by those unforgiving temptresses. You gazed upon your rocky doom and to other ships that have met the same demise. With a broken heart, you watched as your bowsprit smashed and crumbled. A gust of wind hit you, blowing your beloved hat off of your head and into the abyss You caressed the wood of your ship, your pride and joy, closed your eyes and accepted your fate.

As your body was beaten by the waves, all you could hear was a soft hum. A call just for you.

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You awoke to the sounds of waves crashing against the shoreline. Cold water lapped at your bare feet and you shuddered. You held your hand over your face to stop the sun from frying your eyes, you were sure your skin was burned enough. The hellstorm had done its damage and passed, leaving you with clear skies but no ship. You stood up and held your arm to your chest. It stung badly but it wasn’t broken: probably fractured.

You kicked at the sand, causing cedarwood from your ship to surface. The beach was littered with rubble: cracked bottles, destroyed cargo boxes with linens and wet clothes hanging around them, ropes and wood had been washed up along with, apparently, you. To your right, up the sandy slope, were large wispy trees. Too dangerous to start a fire but convenient for a camp set up.

You cursed at the gods for keeping you alive. What were you without a ship? How could you be a captain without a crew? You wanted to cry out. You nearly did before you saw a small head bobbing in the waves, not twenty meters away from shore.

The head belonged to a young man, his dark wet hair was clinging to his face and his eyes were on you. You didn’t recognize him but you didn’t think much about that. Before leaving on your journey, you collected many able bodied men for your crew. You knew that your voyage was going to be tough so you didn’t spend too much time learning everyone’s faces. Besides that, crew members came and went, as they traveled searching for their own paths. You had the ones you knew would stick around, the ones whose destinies were similar to yours; to be bound to the sea. The grim irony of the fate of your crew caused a nasty knot in your stomach. Still, you thought, you had at least had one man. As a captain, you make one thing very clear: your men belong to you until the detonation has been met. Whether or not they stick around for the next voyage is up to them, so long as they know who is in command until then. So, you put on your stern captain face and called out to him.

“What are you doing, playing in the waves like a child? Come me to shore and help me set up camp before ye ‘come ill!”

The man continued to watch you for a moment before his head dipped under water and appeared closer to shore at lightning fast feed. You gasped at the same guy if him.

The Caribbean Sea was very clear so you saw his toned torso through the water. What made you gasp, wasn’t his swimming speed but the beautiful and horrible iridescent tail that was attached where his legs should’ve been. He was one of them.

“Vile creature,” you said under your breath. “Return to the miserable depths or you’re mine to kill!”

The monster grinned at your command. A wave pushed him onto the shore. With your good arm, you drew your cutlass. “Stay back!” You barked with wrathful vigor, still your legs were shaking as you took a step back.

He began climbing into the shore. If you were quick, you could plunge your weapon into his back but monsters like these were cunning. He wouldn’t make himself vulnerable to you for no reason.

His tail, purple now that the sun was shining directly on it, began to bubble up. You saw it split in two and soon he… he sprouted legs! He stood up and over the pile of skin, or scales, whatever it was it reminded you of of snake sheddings you had seen when you had gone a quest to slay a leviathan.

Taking another step back, your foot found a piece of wood and you slid down, closer to the bare naked man. Wobbling, you swung your sword at him, warning him that you were not to be messed with. You hated the amused look on his face. “Quit smiling at me, hellspawn!”

His grin widened. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to hold dangerous objects without knowing how to use them?” Your face reddened as you scowled at the man. You hadn’t known sirens could speak human tongue. All the more reason to threaten him.

“I’ll cut that tongue out and wear it around my neck!” You charged forward, too confident and not used to fighting on land. In one swift move, the creature had you disarmed and turned around so your back was against his bare chest.

Cool breath tickled your ears as he said, “this is the thanks I get for saving your life?”

Huh? It was unusual for you to have washed to shore hardly scathed besides the pain you felt in your arm. But why would a siren save the life of any human? They only caused destruction. Other pirates told tales of crew mates in the past who were victims of that same siren song you heard last night, never to be seen again. So why were you alive? Why hadn’t you been eaten or drowned? It hardly mattered now. You had lost everything.

“My life wouldn’t need saving if it hadn’t been for what you’ve done to my crew- my ship!” You writhed around in his too strong arms.

He chuckled darkly. “For what I’ve done? Love, I wasn’t the pirate who decided to steer their ship in siren territory during a storm. And during mating season? Especially foolish.”

“You’ve killed my men! You’ve taken everything from me!” His grip on you loosened and you took that opportunity to elbow him in the ribs. He let go and you sprinted foreword, up to the island trees. The sadistic prick probably only saved you so you could savor your death. Play a game of cat and mouse with you. You weren’t going to have that. You would either die a noble death or you get away. At the moment, you preferred the latter.

Still, running through the flora had proven difficult given your injuries and your wet clothes. You didn’t get far before your pants got caught on a log and you tumbled down a slope, leaving your body with scratches and bruises. You winced at the throbbing pain in your arm.

“For someone who walks around on two legs all the time, you sure are bad at using them.” He was standing on the log, smirking down on you. He slid smoothly down to where you sat, frowning on the forest floor. His smile faltered. “You’re hurt,” he said. He reached a hand out to your arm and you swatted it away. “Tsk! Let me help you!”

You gazed up at him. His eyes were narrowed but he seemed to be genuinely concerned for him. Giving up, your eyes fell. You averted your gaze from his lower regions. “If you insist on cleaning me up before inevitably eating me alive, could you please… you’re indecent.”

The look he gave you was that of mirth. “My nudity is making you uncomfortable? Have I not the same alamagation as you’ve surely seen on other men?” Your cheeks burned hot at his question. You hadn’t the patience to explain to monsters why it was appropriate to cover themselves. He chuckled at your reaction. “In that case, I’ll run back to the beach and search for something to cover up with, along with tools to aid you.” He gave you a once over and suddenly you were too conscious of how your wet blouse cling to your body. He leaned down so his parallel to yours, you still did not return his glare. “If you move,” he said, “this island is ravenous and will eat you up. What could happen here is far worse than anything I would do to you. Do you understand me?”

“Aye,” you nodded, clenching your teeth, unable to accept that you were allowing this fiend to help.

He gave you one last look before darting through the trees. You leaned back hitting your head to the tree. What have you gotten yourself into? You had been clumsy in your haste and you’ve rendered yourself defenseless against a creature most foul who already seemed strong enough to take you on even if your health was in peak condition, moreover, as a siren, he could simply sing to you and you would be his for the taking. You thought about moving, in fact, you did scoot your butt up to the tree and force your body up to stand but without a doubt, you were exhausted. You wouldn’t fare well on your own.

He was back, as swiftly as he had left, loose fitting trousers hung around his hips, crinkled up from being bathed in the ocean and dried by the sun, and a red scarf was draped around his shoulders, leaving his chest bare. In his arms were linens, a knife, and large dark bottle. You eyes glowed at the sight of the bottle; perhaps if you were going to die, you could do so with rosy cheeks and a pirate’s bliss.

“I found what I could,” he said placing, throwing the linens over his shoulder and racing down to you. “I’m not sure what’s in the bottle, perhaps it could be medicinal?”

“Medicinal indeed!” You reached a greedy hand out to the bottle and he pulled it away, warily. You scowled.

“Let’s find us a good place for you to be worked on,” he said scanning the woods. He placed the knife between his teeth and laced a hand around your waste. He gave you a coy smile and you glared back at him. Suddenly he had you picked up and was carrying you bridal style.

“Excuse me!” You hissed. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I will not be handled like a common strumpet!”

“Uh-huh,” he said and the threw you over his shoulder, his hand holding you by the small of your back.

“This be worse!” You yelled, weakly hitting his back.

You walked for minutes while he was silent and you were silently grumbling to yourself, cursing him, cursing the gods, cursing your situation. Finally, he placed you down on the side of a large rock. He took the linens and fixed them around your shoulder. With the blade, he cut and ripped away at the material, creating a fairly decent sleeve to hold your arm in.

“There’s a spring on the other side of the island that has healing properties. I’d take you to it now but my sisters can be… possessive. They’d see you as a threat and I wouldn’t want to deal with that today but if you’re up to it, after we set up camp and get you a good night’s rest, we can head there come dawn.”

We? So he thinks the two of you are what? Companions? Far from it, siren. “I do not wish to be healed,” you spat.

“No? And what do you wish for?”

“To be delivered to the same fate as me crew!” You said throwing your head up and looking towards the sky.

Then, he laughed. Your eyes narrowed and you glowered at him. He looked at you and shook his head. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying!” He laughed again and you felt your body heat up. How dare he mock you! “I’m sorry,” he said disenguinely, “it’s just *aha* the men from your ship? They’re alive and well. Probably better off than they ever have been before. My sisters have them and, uh,” he shook his head and ran his hands through his drying purple hair, “my sisters have needs that need satisfying and those men have been all too willing! So when you tell me you wish to lay with my sisters?”

You pressed your lips together. The thought of your men still being alive sent goosebumps across your body. If you were to be retinitis with them, you would be overjoyed. You’d send each of them a slap on the neck, then pull them all in to a kindly embrace. You might’ve even cried. The dream was tempting, and temptation is what sirens excel in. “Liar,” You said looking to the ground.

He scoffed, “humans. You really no nothing about my kind. You think we desire to be the demise of all men. You think we are creatures of destruction while your kind run about the world slaughtering in masses, committing genocide. Greedy things, taking what’s not theirs and frowning at anything that does them no benefit.” He leaned closer to you with each word until his face was in front of yours. “You think sirens take as much pleasure in murder as you? I’ll have you know, I’ve never killed any man that didn’t deserve it,” his gaze went down to your body, “and I would never harm a lady. Certainly not one as enchanting as yourself.”

Enchanting? That was laughable. You pushed him away from you and grabbed the bottle from the floor, walking towards the beach. “I’m no lady,” you growled. “I am Captain Y/N L/N of the Whispering Winnie and I will not prey fool to your trickery.” You fit the cork into your mouth and pulled.

“Spirits?” he asked.

You spat the cork to the sand. “Rum,” You said taking a swig and continued to walk down the beach in search of materials you could use for a raft.

“Well I am Shinsou, not that you had the decency to ask.” Ignoring him, you pushed a hefty piece of wood up the beach. You collected other wooden shafts and some ratrope and threw them onto the board. You huffed, trying to ignore the exhaustion that was creeping up on you. Shinsou watched entertained as you took another swig from the bottle that was more than half empty before you even started drinking it.

You sat down next to your board and scowled off at the sea. “You know, Y/N, I’m hurt,” he said, taking some of the frayed rope you collected in his hands and examining it. “I think I’ve been fairly hospitable towards you and you’re thinking about leaving so soon? Without even saying goodbye to the men you seem to care so much for, your die for them?” He watched your face contort from sadness to confusion, and back to your scowl. “Or perhaps you don’t want to see your crew now that they have other women in their lives? Tell me, you must have been close with some of them, yes? Perhaps you’ve had a scandal or two with a particular mate of yours and you’d hate to know that he’s happy with someone else?”

Your blood boiled. He hadn’t been true but the fact that he was trying to get a rise out of you, well, got a rise out of you. You have never been with one of your mates regardless of some of their advances. That was a rule of yours. In fact, you’d only been with one man before you devoted your life to your ship and you lost him. You’ve heard your crew make comments about your sexuality when they thought you weren’t around. There was one time you had stayed in a port and your crew went to a tavern while you had business to attend to. You had traded a lost diadem to a man for a bountiful amount of doubloons and the transaction hadn’t taken long so you headed to the tavern. There you found your men merry making and drinking. They were talking about their captain, calling you a prude, joking that you were so tight-ended with them because you haven’t been… relieved in quite some time. You had cleared your throat to alert them of your presence. They stared at you, mortified for being caught. It took everything you had not to crack a grin at seeing the fear on their faces. You walked to to head of the table and took the man who called you a prude’s tankard, downed it, and glared at him until he was out of his seat. You sat down, slamming the cup to the table and said, “ye all look like I’m going to kick you in the dungbie. Good. Ye all be picaroons and deserve nothin’ but a switching from yer mums for speaking ill of a lady. But I ain’t yer mum, I’m yer captain and a mighty jolly one at that. Tonight we’ve made coin, boys! Ale fer ye all!” The table cheered and pushed your tankard into the chest of the Sorry sailor that had insulted you. “Be grateful I don’t send ye home to that miserable wife of yours, Peter, ye hornswaggler. Now, make use for those two feet before I have your toes.” He nodded and said, “aye, captain,” and scurried off to fetch you ale like a good mouse. You didn’t care if they poked fun. They can have their laughs as long as they feared you.

You did, however, have Kaminari. Before he was your first mate, he had been a stowaway. When he was found, you were livid. You had threatened to throw him off the ship unless he proved he deserved to be on it. And that he did. He was just a kid when you found him, albeit, a few years younger than yourself, though you made sure your age was the least of anybody’s worries and he did the same. First you had them keep your ship pristine, scrubbing your deck, emptying the buckets nobody else would touch. But Kaminari was agile and fast. Soon you had him climbing the helms, handling the crow’s nest, amongst other high intensity jobs. Through the years of having him aboard your ship, the two of you did end up forming a tight bond. And when he saved you from a particularly nasty situation involving the rising dead, you thanked him by making him your first mate. He was loyal to you and he never let you down until he was brought into the sea by the seductive siren’s song.

You kicked at the soft warm sand. “No,” you said not looking at Shinsou. “I’ve loved once before and I vowed to never let that happen again.” You went to take another sip from the bottle but it had been empty.

Shinsou sat next to you. “The sea calls for many broken hearts,” he spoke softly. You rolled your eyes at his attempt to be chummy with you. His hand found your knee and you tensed. “The sea alone can’t mend it, though.”

You knew his touching you was supposed to be friendly, maybe even calming, but it sent you into a blind rage. You took the bottle and smashed it against the wood. You pushed Shinsou down and climbed on top of him, pressing the broken glass against his neck. “Don’t you dare touch me!” You barked down at him. He looked bored with your threats and that made you even more furious. “Why are you here? Why do you insist on troubling me with your presence?”

Purple eyes blinked at you. His hand met your wrist and you pressed harder on him. Still you saw no fear in his eyes. “You’re so weak right now. I could fight you off easily,” he said, wrapping his hands tightly around wrist.

“By the time you start, I’d have cut your neck!”

“You’re right,” he said, relaxing his head back. “What ever shall I do?”

“Start by giving me some answers!”

“Hhmph,” his hand traveled up to your arm. He started humming softly to himself as his hands tickled your arm. You watched his lips part and he began to sing. The melody wasn’t something you’ve heard on land but it seemed oddly familiar. Your body began to tingle. You let go of the bottle and it rolled over to the side of the plank. He lifted himself up and you scooted away, now blushing. Your hands went to your ears but he caught them and brought them down with his, his singing growing louder. It seemed to echo across the sea, making your heartbeat quicken.

“Stop it,” You said weakly.

He shook his head, his hand now on your cheek. You leaned into his touch and he made it so you were looking into his hypnotic eyes. Your eyelids grew heavy and you blinked lazily. Your mind was telling you to move away, another part of you wanted to run your hands down his bare toned chest. His fingers wove through your hair. You sighed and closed your eyes, unable to look at him for much longer before you did something you knew you would regret. As he sang he pushed softly on your shoulder, laying you down on to the panel, and slowly your mind started to drift away from you as you surrendered to his siren’s song.

~

Under the water, you watched cannonballs sink down below you as wood swirled around. You watched the fire above the surface as Whinnie crumbled and screamed and broke, your pride and joy, your ship now destroyed. Creatures, beautiful and dangerous swam around you, baring their teeth as they got closer. One grabbed your leg and pulled you deeper into the depths. Something darted by you and you heard a high pitched squeal. And then singing. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. It reminded you of your childhood, your innocence, and at the time time, it brought you back in to your ship, your freedom, your passion.

The song grew louder and a man appeared before you. Purple hair whirled around him. The song was coming from his lips. He stared at you and you, him. A question was asked through his song. You answered. He brought his hands to your face and pulled you into him, locking his lips with yours. Air was pushed into your lungs. You wrapped your arms around him as he propelled the two of you forward. The last thing you remember was seeing a gleaming tail trailing behind you.

~

You woke from your daze to see that the sun had set and a fire had been built for you on the beach. You gasped for air as if you had been under the water again, though you were completely dry. Shinsou sat on the other side of the fire, his trousers were folded neatly next to him. You saw two skewed fish roasting. Your sling had been taken off of your arm that felt significantly better. In its place was the red scarf that Shinsou was wearing earlier.

“You’re awake,” he said, grabbing the pants. “I thought that maybe you’d be hungry so I caught us some food. I’ve also taken the liberty of bringing you some of that spring water I told you about. The liquor must’ve dehydrated you because you drank it up with haste.”

“I…” You didn’t know what to say. Shinsou had been the one to save you. The other sirens were going to kill you but he stopped them.

“You responded to my siren song,” he said before you could make any remark on what had been done in your daze. “Mine is different than the others. It calls to only one.”

You pulled your knees to your chest. Somehow, you knew what that meant. Whether or not you could accept that, was a different story.

He pulled the skewers out of the fire and stuck them in the sand so the fish would cool off. “Like I said before, I’ll take you to the spring, to your crew, at dawn. Then all of this,” he gestured to the island, “will start making sense.”

You ate your meals in silence. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Shinsou, or at least, not while you knew he was looking at you. You watched the moon move across the sky and the stars began to twinkle. On your ship, you would use them to navigate your way across the sea, you would use them again, that night.

He seemed to read your mind because he said, “if you’re thinking about leaving still, you better not. That storm will be coming back. The island won’t be affected by it but out there…” he shook his head.

You scoffed then. There was no sign of any harsh weather. He was lying to you. He just wanted to… keep you. Under the water, when his lips… touched yours, you had made a promise to him. A promise you thought you understood in your time of distress, now it meant nothing. You were getting off that island. You laid your head down.

After awhile, the fire died down and you heard soft breaths coming from him. You watched his chest rise and fall in his slumber. He was kinda cute as he slept, no reason for him to have a smart mouth in his dreams. You unraveled the scarf and put it on his chest.

You walked down the beach and found your raft materials. You tried to build it as fast as you could, the moon was full, providing a fine amount of light for you to do your work. You used extra linens to fix a sail. Soon, you were drifting out to sea, in calm waters, watching the stars.

The storm came, just as Shinsou warmed it would. It didn’t make more than a couple giant waves to break the spirit of your departure. Water pushed and pulled at your raft and the wind lifted you into the sky. In the air, you searched for the island but it was clouded by mist. You prepared yourself for impact as your body broke into the waters. As soon as you surfaced, another giant waves crashed into you, dragging you down without mercy. You swallowed bitter salty water as you searched for air.

Strong arms wrapped around your body and you were pulled along the depths. Your vision blurred and you were out.

Part 2

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