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Ayo, saw you where taking requests amd was wondering if you wanted to do something like the minotaur but with an aquatic monster? Tails, gills, fins, claws, the whole works. Nsfw or sfw, whatever tickles your fancy.

If this is too restrictive, dont bother but i love your work and i can't wait to see more!!!

🫧 bubble anon🫧

Hello darling bubble! I hope I interpreted what you said correctly...this is just a cute little fluffy thing. It's inspired by this monster, but I didn't really stick to that lore...mostly just the look...and the habit for drowning towns.

Water Spirit (Jael) x pixie female reader

Word Count: 2k

W: sfw fishy monster fluff, some name calling, this has the slightest yandere vibe i'm not even sure if I should label it that 😳 so idk if someone wants me to tag it I will

“Stop fidgeting,” you giggled to your client Jael as you tipped on a stool to get to his messy green hair. It was curly and long with thick, flat, wrinkly strands like seaweed.

You sprayed his hair with water, though it didn’t take much because it was already a bit damp. It had dried out some from the walk from the river where he lived to your salon in the village, so you just squirted the drying ends a bit before rubbing your fingers on his scalp.

Smiling at him in the mirror, you watched his big, pupil-less, white-less, blue eyes narrow in pleasure as you gave him one of your famous head massages.

“So what do you want? The usual?” you asked, playing with the tips of his hair.

“Do whatever you think looks good,” he said like he always did.

You played with his hair a bit more just because you could, winding and unwinding the curls. He had a nice clean, rainwater scent and his thick hair strands felt good wrapped on your fingers.

Jael was an enormous water spirit who would never be mistaken for a human on the street. His skin was blue-green and scaled, fading to dark blue at his clawed and webbed hands and feet.

The scales were beautiful, iridescent, and shone like jewels. His flesh was firm and taught, stretching over sinewy muscles, some you were sure human men didn’t even have.

His mouth was a far too wide to be at all human-like and filled with large sharp teeth, his lips a little on the fleshy side, giving him a slightly froggish look. On his neck, delicate frills laced his gills and the spikes on his back that could be raised in combat were relaxed against his skin.

You’d carefully covered his gills with a wrap so they didn’t get hair on them. Behind him a thick fishy tail flopped back and forth, which is what you wanted him to stop doing.

“Well I can’t do anything if you wont sit still,” you teased, squeezing his shoulder.

He gave you a bashful smile and looked down, willing his tail to be still. Behind you, the bell to your shop jingled and you pinched Jael lightly before climbing down from the stool.

“Be right back,” you assured him.

At the front of the dark little one room storefront you’d made your salon, your landlord was standing with an envelope in his hand.

“Oh, good afternoon, Dommik, I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything okay?” you asked.

He gave you a wide, toothy smile that was a bit unsettling.

“Just here to drop off a notice,” he said, passing you the document scrawled in his black pen, “rent is going up. The village is growing and property values are soaring. I can��t afford to keep you here for practically nothing.”

“I wouldn’t call it nothing,” you murmured to yourself opening the envelope, then gasped when you read what was on the page, “Dommik this is insane! I can’t afford this. We live in a village, not the capital! This is six times as much as I pay now! Half of my customers pay me in chickens! ”

You gestured to the box of fish that Jael himself had brought to barter for his haircut. You lived in a tiny village in the countryside, most people were pretty poor. You, yourself, didn’t even have a home and lived in the small back room of the salon. It had a bathroom and a wood stove, which was enough. Hardly anyone paid in actual coin except the tradesmen passing through on their way to the capital, the doctor, and the mayor.

“Look (Y/N), I’m not running a charity here,” he said easily, “you have to pay market value. If your shop isn’t profitable, that's not my concern.”

His sharp black eyes glinted at you.

“But since you mentioned bartering,” he said, taking a few steps closer to you and looking you up and down, “Why don’t we take a ride in my carriage together?”

His hand found the column of your neck and a finger drifted down it. You instinctively took a step back.

“You’re quite pretty (Y/N),” he said, “you have plenty to offer me other than money. I’m sure we can work something out.”

A growl rose up behind you and you jumped when you glanced back, startled. Jael was looming over you, his massive teeth bared and the spikes on his back raised, sharp and glittering in the flickering lamplight of your shop.

“Get. Out.” he boomed at Dommik.

The goblin took a step back, but tried to rally his courage.

“Th-this is my property, Jael,” he growled, “y-you can’t throw me out!”

Jael thumped forward, the floorboards whining under his weight.

“Let’s test your theory,” he thundered.

Since the goblin had a healthy sense of self preservation he glared at you and made his exit.

“You’re evicted you little bitch! I’m bringing the village guard and having you thrown out! Stay right here! I’m coming back with all the orcs in town and the mayor and having both of you arrested!” he yelped before he tripped over himself to get out of the front door.

Your face blanched and you stared after him though the mottled glass windows at the front of the shop, holding the scrap of paper limply in your hand. Looking down at it tears filled your eyes.

“Well what am I supposed to do now?” you muttered.

Jael grunted, yanking off the cover you’d draped over him to cut his hair and stomped over to you, scooping you up by your waist.

“Hey…what are you doing?!” you asked as he marched out the front door with you.

“You’re coming home with me,” he said, matter of factly as his long legs ate up ground.

“B-but why? What about the salon?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like the salon is a loss. We should probably lay low until Dommik loses interest in having us arrested,” he patted you on the head, “but don’t worry, my house is a lot better than that dingy room you were camped in.”

It crossed his mind to murder the goblin in your honor and perhaps drown the town simply since he was displeased, but he had something far, far more important planned. Murder could come later.

“You live in the river,” you pointed out.

He chuckled.

“You’ll see,” he said, “just wait. I’ve been fixing it up for just this moment.”

Your brow drew.

“You have?” you asked, but he didn’t respond and just looked forward as he made his way towards the rushing water.

When you got to the river you panicked as he seemed like he was simply going to walk into it with you in his arms.

“Jael!” you cried, “I’m not a water nymph! I’ll drown!”

You were just a simple pixie. You hardly had any magic or abilities at all except you could open locks and shoot a bit of stinging glitter out of your hands to defend yourself.

“Hold your breath,” he said, as if that were a reasonable answer.

Still, you had no choice but to do just that as he dove beneath the fast moving river water. His powerful tail propelled you deep into the rocky bed of the river. You had no idea it was this deep. It was much too fast for you to swim in and hardly any boats dared to try and tame it. The pace of the water slowed as you reached the dark bottom, but your lungs were burning.

Just when you thought you were going to suck in a cold lungful of water, he carried you up through a hole into an air filled cavern. You gasped in sweet oxygen, the air cool and tasting a bit sweet. Looking around, you found the cavern you were in was not dark at all, but lit quite pleasantly with elven lights that glowed with no apparent source of power.

Though you knew you were in a cave, it hardly looked like it. The fairy lights fed a jungle of beautiful plants and flowers growing out of all sorts of bright, colorful pots and stone planters. As he dragged himself onto the ground, water splashed on a mosaic tile floor depicting river creatures.

The space was lushly decorated with statues and macramed hammocks hanging from white columns spiraling up to the high ceiling. It didn’t feel claustrophobic at all, even though you were underground.

The soaring ceiling was covered in philodendrons that had grown towards the lights. He clearly had done a lot of business with the elves, who were skilled in enchanting objects. A statue danced as it poured water into a fountain and large palms flapped lazily on their own to stir the air, keeping it from getting damp.

What was perhaps most remarkable about it was that it was filled with things that you'd told Jael you liked over the years. You'd talked about plants you'd liked. They were all there, lush and blooming.

You'd mentioned your favorite colors, everything was done up in the right hues to make it shine the brightest among them. Silly decorations you'd described, fabrics you'd shown him from catalogues.

All the stupid musings you'd accumulated as you'd cut his hair over the years, daydreaming about a future where you wouldn't live in the back room of the salon he'd taken and turned into your perfect home. You couldn't believe it, but it also couldn't possibly be a coincidence.

“How is this possible?” you gasped, confused.

You’d imagined Jael just wallowing at the bottom of the river, sleeping among the river grass.

He chuckled at you.

“I’ve lived here a long time,” he explained, “I've had the time to make it nice for you.”

“For me?”

He nodded.

“My mate,” he said.

You blinked at him. Throwing around the M word had special meaning in Fairy. The Goddess of Fairy, Freya, thought it was romantic that every one of her creations have a fated mate (or mates in the case of polyamorous quints, she herself had four dragon mates). She felt it gave you focus and a purpose that humans (creations of the human God) didn’t have, making them volatile and cruel.

Maybe that was true, maybe it wasn’t but it held a lot of meaning for Fairyfolk. It was disgusting to declare those words falsely. Every Fairyfolk prayed their whole life that the Goddess wouldn’t punish them and deny them their mate. It happened. She was as vengeful as she was romantic.

“M-mate?” you asked.

He gave you a half smile that was all jagged teeth.

“You’re so precious (Y/N),” he beamed.

You looked at him, taking his jewel colored scales and the delicate ridges that made his frilled ears. You hoped he was your mate. He was absolutely hot, but could it be so simple as all that?

You could hardly believe a plain, weak pixie such as yourself would be mated to a river spirit. He was powerful, physically and magically. Dommik could threaten with all the orcs he liked, but Jael was far stronger than even ten of them. He could level the village by raising the water and drown everyone in it if it suited his whim. It simply didn’t seem possible that he would be mated to you.

“B-but…if that’s true, why didn’t you say something?” you asked.

His blue-green cheeks darkened to almost navy blue.

“I was scared…” he said, and you raised an eyebrow at him. How could he be scared? He was massive! He shouldn’t be scared of anything!

“You’re just so…pretty. You're so perfect and delicate...I mean look at me. I'm a monster, but you're so pure...and when you smile my brain shuts down. I wanted it to be perfect and I could never come up with the words…so…I’ve let you suffer,” he said softly, looking ashamed, “are you mad?”

You shook your head, your cheeks pink.

“No…I mean, I understand,” you said, “I wouldn’t have known what to say either. I don’t know what to say now!”

He swept you around so you were directly in front of him.

“Maybe that’s the Goddess telling us talking isn’t what we should be doing right now,” he said, his voice husky.

You nodded at him slowly and smiled, wrapping your legs around him.

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