"He’s had a few incidents where his lovers caught him a bad time, his human form slowly disappearing at a passionate moment"
May i request a short, fluffy yet lovingly intimate scenario with Offender going through this, but instead of his lover that night runnin away, they stay.
I love when scenarios accidentally line up with my OC backstories
A newly awakened siren working at one of the most popular bars in downtown seemed like a recipe for disaster. Which is exactly why you decided not to work there, but simply scope things out in case the pay seemed good enough. It seemed a bit above average, with men ordering from the top shelf more times than your bank account could count to.
The lighting stayed dimmed low, with plenty of hidden spots in various booths and seating arrangements throughout the club, perfect for sneaking kisses and hands traveling up skirts. Siren clubs weren't entirely out of style, nor were they too scarce in the city. Sirens had such a bad reputation in recent years, that no one except higher-paying snobs wanted to lay around in them.
The owner though...seemed nice. He greeted you at the door, with a friendly charm you couldn't quite place. And the gentleman commented that he'd never seen you before, and allowed your first drink on the house, no matter how expensive you wanted it to be.
The owner never stood in one spot for too long, flighting from table to booth to the dance floor, checking on customers and workers alike. He seemed a little too perfect, for a measly fae, and yet you always caught yourself smiling in his direction whenever he stared at you with that golden gaze.
You became a regular, and over time of visiting, buying drinks, and receiving free drinks, you formed a flirty relationship with the owner, who dubbed himself 'Hans'. He'll walk you to the bus stop and stand beside you no matter how busy it may be inside, and will loan you his overcoat on chilly nights.
But relationships like this will always lead toward a heated direction. Nights at his bar were spent in private rooms full of flirtatious kisses, hands running up thighs, and a peek of what could be in store for you in the coming days if you continued traveling this direction.
That wasn't all that went down in those rooms, you learned quite a lot about him, his past, his brothers, and his current woes. He trusted you fully, and you trusted him with your secrets as well, allowing him to peek into the darkest part of your mind, even for a few seconds. But he always reassures you that he's witnessed worse than whatever you could conjure from memory.
Hans will travel home with you one night out of many spent close together at the bar, barely making it through the door with your clothes fighting Hans' aggressive hunger for your body. His teeth nipped at your neck, already irritating your growing bruises of kisses.
The light switch longed for the closeness of your bodies as it was left forgotten in the dark, the only light in the room peeked through the curtains, bathing your bare bodies in the moonlight. You couldn't help but admire the sculpting of his curved and solid back. It felt so lovely to run your nails along his spine, rippling goosebumps along his pale flesh.
Hans' skin glistened and shimmered underneath the moon, and as he teased your bitten lip between his teeth, the shadow looming over you seemed to tower over you, but surely it must be the trick of the moonlight. The friction from his body grazed your bare torso, and you blinked in an attempt to adjust your eyes to the darkness outside of the moonlight.
Hans had turned into quite the tall being, with no more human-like resemblance of facial features besides a nose and a frown with different sized pointed-teeth peeking from beneath it.
"I'm sorry." Was all the was whispered. Hans turned to leave, his hand dragging down the wall in a sluggish disappointment, but you stopped him, and grabbed his arm.
You didn't fall in love with a face, nor a body. You fell in love with his stories, his past, present and future. You fell in love with the way he talked about his brothers, and the small jokes he manages to slip in, just ot make you laugh. You fell in love with the walks to the bus stops, and the intervening of pervy old guys sitting next to you at the bar.
As a siren, you never thought you could find love in such a way.
You've fell in love, and it only took one look at him to tell him the first thought on your mind, "I've seen worse."
And even though his frame towers over you, and his jaw could unhinge at any second and bite your head clean off, you held no fear toward him. All you feel is the need for him to stay, or you might just fall apart.
"You're not scared?" He asked with a newly gruff voice, all remnants of his human form had diminished, even down to the sound of his voice. He sounded surprised, as if anyone else would have screamed and backed away in horror of this new monstrosity.
"Why would I be?" He never tensed as you wrapped your wrists on his neck, pulling his lips toward your own with a gravity greater than the Earth pulling the moon into it's loving embrace.
You decided in the moment you would never leave him, and somehow, you knew he thought the same as well.
