🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Dark Habits (chubby reader)

TW⚠️: self harm, bodyshaming

Mornings were always better in the sanctuary. Sure, you missed the farm, but at least here there was safety. It wasn't that you hated the farm, you just hated the possibility of danger being nearby at any moment in time.

That being said, there were things that made you love being in the sanctuary. One of the things you loved about being in the sanctuary is how it made Duke relax. Now that the two of you were staying in the sanctuary, there was really nothing to worry about. There was a steady, stable form of income, a nice place to come home to, and it was just special because the both of you were there.. together. 

No danger, no bastards to bring you harm, no worries, nothing. Everything was perfect. And because that stable  sense of  comfort had been established early on into your stay at the sanctuary, you found much comfort in speaking to the people roaming  the sanctuary.

The people in the sanctuary were nice, and very accepting. Or maybe they weren't and your disguise was the reason they were being so nice. Either way, they at least had the capability of being nice.  

However just like any place, just like how there were good people, there were also going to be bad people. This was something you had not yet come face to face with, but you knew there were half-bloods like that, as Duke had warned you so. And that was why you were completely taken aback on this particular morning. 

Just like every other day you were accompanying Duke on his morning earands. It was always preferable to start selling baked goods in the morning, when people were about to eat breakfast, or in the evening, after people had their dinner. Lately you had noticed that Duke had been going on said errand runs without you letting you sleep in, which made you feel guilty that he was doing all the work. Plus, you could never pass up an opportunity to spend time with Duke. 

“Excuse me? You’re Duke’s companion, right?” A half- deer woman asked. 

“Oh? Yes! Are you looking for baked goods?” You handled this situation pretty well as it was something that happened quite often. Someone would look for you, asking for Duke, and you would just take them to him. People around here already knew you as “Duke’s companion”. 

“Yes,” 

“Great, right this way.” You started to head to where you had seen Duke last, knowing for sure, he’d still be there. And sure enough, after getting through the crowd of people, you saw him. 

Duke was an extremely anti- social person, exactly why seeing him become so social when it came to business was always impressive. He was somewhat of a people pleaser to an extent, until someone challenged something extremely personal, then his stubbornness would come out. 

“Duke!” You waved cheerfully at your bull man, the deer woman in toe. 

Catching his attention, he smiled back,  quickly finishing his business with a certain gleeful, himbo, half-bear. 

“Delilah, what has brought you back to my baked goodies?” He said, recognizing the half- deer. 

“Oh, don’t act  dumb, you old bull. You know exactly what my sweet tooth fancies.” She joked. 

“Do you just want the key lime pie tarts?” Duke asked. 

“Yes, five. I’ve got a family to feed, boy.” She commented. 

Around this time was when you usually stopped paying attention to the interaction. You would always get so distracted by the other pretty shops that were on the same street as where Duke was usually at with his baked goods. There was a clothing shop, an antique shop, a jewelry shop, and a blacksmith's shop down from the stand that often caught your attention.