I’m here to post shit and have fun!
In honor of Halloween! Here’s some stories to have fun with!
Warnings: Crocodile’s rizz
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“Alright…he said ‘Baratie, 11 PM.”
You wanted to scream. This man you’ve been dating, your so called boyfriend, had told you that he wanted to go with you to Baratie.
Here you were- in a shimmering black dress with a slit that went up your thigh, black high heels and a small clutch- waiting at your assigned booth for this man to appear.
For about 40-50 minutes now.
You had received a text from him saying that it was over and confirmed the fact that he was cheating thanks to a photo he posted with his tongue down another woman’s throat. You felt sad but then decided that your evening will not be spoiled thanks to that useless prick and his cheating tendencies. You texted him he had 24 hours to leave your apartment and that you’d give him consequences if he didn’t.
Thankfully you’ve known the owner of this establishment and after talking to him and explaining the situation (you were good friends with him and his partner), he slid a few drinks on the house for the unfortunate evening.
As the club changed its scenery, you changed as well.
Your hair turned to life as the little snakes that adorned it yawned and changed from laying down to curling up on top of your head. Almost like a top bun. You aided them by putting a soft thin silk scrunchy on your hair, sorta like a pillow for the little ones.
As a Gorgon- you needed to be careful.
Thankfully technology has gone a long way and now you could wear specially made eye contacts for a monster of your particularity.
Going out with Gorgons was a little hard with the whole ‘I’ll-turn-you-to-stone-with-just-a-glance’ detail. History managed to make sure that the Gorgon line went past its supposedly imminent demise after Medusa was slain.
Making it its own subspecies of society welcomed gorgon women. Not all of them had the same power but very few, like you, could do all of what Medusa did and more.
“Excuse me, but is this seat taken?”
You whipped your head to meet with this person but you felt your throat go dry.
A man that almost doubled you in height, broad chest and shoulders. A man so incredibly handsome that seemed to be the epitome of elegance, poise and a connoisseur of beauty.
Height, build, stare and tone of voice had you entranced and, honestly, it was intimidating.
“Might as well sit down, my date is late anyway.”
The soft chuckle that came from his throat was caught by your ears, earning a pink tinge on your ears.
“A woman as exquisite looking as yourself shouldn’t be sitting by her lonesome. Especially one that got stood up by an imbecile.”
He had you swooning and it’s only been 5 minutes.
“I hope you find me to be good company Mister…-“
“Crocodile. Call me Crocodile.”
‘More like big Daddy.’ You thought, taking the last sip of wine and about to order more but you were stopped.
“Waiter-“ he managed to stop a young employee before he zoomed past them. “I’ll have an Old Fashion and bring the lovely lady anything she desires.”
‘Holy shit, that was hot.’ You thought.
“Oh-erhm- Whiskey. House sour mix, please.”
Once the waiter left, you were received by a a raised brow from Crocodile.
“They kill the ghosts that haunt me- I’d say they are easily my favorite.”
The words kept being exchanged and the evening had progressed into a lovely one.
Until it was time to leave.
You felt a little empty on the inside when it was time to leave…at 4 in the morning.
“Well, Miss (L/N), I believe that this concluded our evening. I hope you found everything to your liking.”
“More than that. I had fun regardless the initial 45 minutes of waiting for a failed relationship. He was a waste of time and space, to be honest. But at least I had the pleasure of dining with someone of your caliber, Mr. Crocodile.” You said, whispering a secret that he so gingerly lapped up.
“Indeed. If you’d like, we can arrange another outing. One where you wouldn’t have to hide those beautiful eyes of yours.”
You sighed. Now at the door of your car and unlocking the vehicle in order to get in.
“If I let you see my eyes, you’d be petrified.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. You’d find that we might have something in common.”
This poked at your brain.
“How so?” You asked, earning another low gravel chuckle from him.
“You turn men into stone. I am stone.”
You tilted your head and gasped when you saw it. When he took out his coat, wing could be seen clipped right in his shoulders. They looked Bat like but at the same time- thick to carry his weight. His slanted eyes shifted the pupils into slits and a bit of silver lined against the pupil. To differentiate where his eye and a let started. The skin of his hand was now heavy and soft, like polished stone.
“You’re a Gargoyle.” You mumbled, cheeks warm at the interesting development. You felt him push a little card against your hands and felt like you were a pile of goo on the inside.
“Here’s my card. Feel free to call or drop in. I hope to hear back from you, Miss (Y/N).“
With that you saw how his wings opened and flew off to his lair.
You had waited a few days to call him and set up a date.
“I’ll come and pick you up at 10 PM. And Miss (L/N)? No contacts. I want to marvel in your raw beauty.”
