Siren's son characters one-shots

𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣

Mason had succesfuly got you out of lady Cercie 's grip. That woman was scary. There was something twisted about her that sent chills down your spine. But you just ignored it since you were safe now. 

"Where are we going?" You asked him as he carried you in piggyback. "As far as we can get from Montell " He replied. He didn't have a place in mind but you trusted him, even if he was the one getting you inside this mess. 

The sun was setting so Mason walked up to a cave nearby. "We should stay the night here. It will be safer" He stated. You sat down while Mason started a fire. 

You got close to the fire, seeking the warmth in it. You felt like you were warm for the first time in your life. Being under Cercie's thumb and being sent to the arena made your blood run cold. 

You felt a sharp sting on your neck. Your throat felt as if it was burning. You held your neck, gasping for air. 

Mason ran over to you. "Hey! Are you alright!?" He held you. Your sharp nails gripping onto his skin, causing him to groan in pain. 

"What the fuck!?" He yelled. He looked at your neck. The collar was glowing. 

"Hey, hey it's ok... It's me, it's Mason!" He reassured. 

You scratched his face, causing blood to run down his forehead. 

He tried to pin you down, but your animal instincts were stronger. 

You gave him a few scratches while murmuring something. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." You cried. 

You were being controlled. You were forced to act more beast than human. 

You slowly walked up to him, ready to make a final cut. One that could have killed him. As you got closer to him, you felt your head bumping. 

You fell to the floor holding your head in pain. The mark on your neck stopped glowing. You passed out in Mason's arms as he stroked your hair. 

(Time skip) 

You woke up, still being in Mason's arms. His wounds weren't bleeding anymore. 

"Mason!" You cried and hugged him. He hugged back. "Are you alright?" He held your face, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

"Yes... I'm sorry for hurting you! I didn't mean to!" You placed your face on the crook of his neck and cried louder. 

"I know, I know... It isn't your fault" He kissed your forehead gently. 

He placed your head on his chest, stroking your neck. 

The mark on your neck was warm. He looked at it with hatred. 'Ciercie... If I see you again... You're dead...' He thought. 

You fell asleep. "Good night half-blood... I'll take care of this" You smiled at him, to wich he kissed your forehead again. 

You honestly were scared. You were scared to harm him. But he still wanted to help you. You slept in his arms not caring about anything else in the world.

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Heyy! Just wanted to apologize for not writing as often as I used to. I'm gonna try to focus on writing again.

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