Be mine? (Yandere one shots)

My muse (Yandere! Prince x Siren! Reader)

It's normal for your kind to live in the shadows. To try and go unnoticed. Ever since the small war between your "race" and the humans, there has been an animosity looming between the two of you ever since. It was segregation at its best, just not with skin colors; It was between sirens and humans.

Of course, humans can tolerate sirens and vice versa nowadays, but you knew better than to trust them. Those humans were nothing but trouble, especially in your modern utopia, which was a booming, well-off kingdom.

The leader of your massive kingdom? A simple human in his late forties with a lovely wife and very handsome son. A large palace loomed over the kingdom, with people hustling and bustling about. You, instead, decided to try a simple, carefree life by yourself in a small apartment for one.

It was peaceful for you, since you weren't noticed. These days, the separation between sirens and humans have died down, but there's definitely a little animosity between the two species. The way to differentiate sirens and humans were their eyes. Sirens' eyes are a stunning aqua-marine blue that hold the great mysteries of their oceanic ancestors.

Skip to you, watering your small cactus on the windowsill before sitting back down on your couch, turning on your tiny TV with a content sigh. You closed your eyes as you listened to the voice blaring from the device.

"Miss Argie Commenda with her hit 'Miss You Blue' reached the top..." the news reporter droned, making you smile. You respected Argie and have always wanted to meet her in person. With a sigh, you turned the TV off and lazily slouched onto your back.

Your pale, pink curtains swayed in the cool breeze on the lovely spring day. Everything was quiet in your living space, with your small calico cat purring in his bed happily. It was a peaceful, boring day. Just how you like it.

Of course you had a job; a night job at a bar. You worked as a bartender, watching idiots get on stage and singing their drunk night away. This always made you chuckle as you served drinks.

One regular customer always appeared and soon became your best friend. He loved the lively atmosphere and the happiness, giving him an escape from the hell in his very small neighborhood.

You saw your phone turn on with a small buzz, and reached out to grab it. Opening it, one notification sat on the top of your screen with nothing else below it. You loved looking at the news, since it made you feel like you were right in the moment.

You swiped and put in your password with ease, checking what was going on with the world. It was about the prince. He was known to stir up some conundrum, making you always sigh and roll your eyes when you finished the story.

Prince Kristin Neri Helps a Homeless Man and Takes Him Out for Coffee. You looked closely at the picture. The prince was a familiar sight, but the guy next to him, with his wavy brown hair and normal green shirt that was covered with a sweatshirt, was awfully familiar to you. After squinting at him for a minute, it finally clicked in your head.

Your regular customer and best friend, who wasn't homeless, was taken out for a coffee with none other than the prince of your kingdom himself. People liked the prince; he had a positive reputation because of his good deeds and wise decisions. But when interviewed, he wasn't the best with words, making him say things he didn't mean.

You quietly understood his struggles, which is one of the reasons why you stayed silent. The other reason why is because of your uncontrollable urge to sing. You liked to sing, but you learned to silence yourself at a young age.

People were judgmental, and you learned this in the third grade, where you decided to try out for a talent show. The sirens in your class didn't do anything that had to associate with vocals, and instead did many other things. You, a rebelling young child, decided to warm your singing voice and let your voice ring throughout the auditorium.