Male Monster x Female Reader
The island you live on is usually a paradise. It's always been peaceful and quiet, even when it became a port for docking ships. But a few months ago your island had been taken over by a pirate lord and his entire fleet. The once peaceful place had become a cacophony of loud and obnoxious noises.
Day and night ships came and left the port. They brought in strange cargo and even more people. The island had once been a place of family, now there were so many strangers you started having to ask for names wherever you went.
Your pub had been a proper place of business, but the pirate lord himself had taken it over as hi hub of business. Only people he selected could come and go. Even if you were making more money than you had ever seen in your life, you were still livid. He was known as 'The Ghost'. For one, he painted all his ships white. For another, he was as white as snow and his eyes were as red as blood. Before you had met him, you had assumed his appearance was a guise. Seeing him was different. He was a wall of a man. Standing seven feet high. His fur white, his wild mane well groomed. His eyes, you would never forget those eyes.
It didn't help things that you were his stark opposite. You had midnight dark skin and wild uncontrollable hair, lots of it too. When you two stood next to one another it was like the moon in the night sky.
The Ghost, or Autry as he introduced himself, had taken over all the rooms in your pub. All but yours. He 'allowed' you to keep your room and business as long as he got a cut of your profits. It had been a contentious argument. You had raised hell. This had been your business, your livelihood. It was your pride and joy and you weren't going to let anyone have any hand in it. But he made an offer you couldn't refuse. Life with him in it, or death with nothing.
He had the bar cleared out by four in the morning. Once it was empty he would count every cent that came into the place. He would hand you your cut and bid you goodnight. He then wouldn't let a soul inside until the sun went down. In the meantime, he had you cook and clean for him. He called you 'mother' and all to piss you off. You had made a barbed remark that you weren't his mother. Well, it blew up wonderfully.
"Mother!" He would bellow from his room.
"Please, stop calling me that," you growl as you stand in his doorway. You roll your eyes. When the brute isn't entertaining he is always stark naked.
He stretches out on his bed and then rolls onto his stomach, propping his fat head up to look at you. "I want steak," he yawns.
"Then give me money," you huff.
He smirks and points to the table by the bed. "Take two gold. That should buy me a good meal."
You stand in the doorway weighing your options. You could go inside and risk whatever demented joke he had. Or you could make his naked ass get up and walk the money to you. Neither option was any good. Today though, you didn't much feel like seeing his dick flopping about.
You sigh as you walk inside. You take the coin bag and take the two gold pieces from inside. You look at him, waiting for the joke. You set the bag down and walk out.
"Holy shit," you mutter under your breath as you leave the room.
You go into town and to the butcher's shop. One thing you can say is nice about all this, is because you're Autry's 'mother' you are given first care, no expectation. Walk into a shop? Front of the line you go! It was nice, but at the same time, you hated the reasoning behind it.
As you're waiting on your order at the butcher's you hear people whispering behind you. Something about the pirate lord Bray. Apparently, he had gone missing several months ago after his fleet ran into a storm. Now, they were saying he had returned and he was out to reclaim everything that was his and then some.
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The Ruby Empire
FantasyA collection of short stories set in the world of the Ruby Empire, a world of magic, mystery, and lots of monsters. Monster romances ranging from rakshasa, orcs, centaurs, tieflings, and more. See the lives of royalty, commoners, and adventurers. A...