hetalia · kiku honda · siren · epic au · malevolent · impersonator · horror · fantasy · possessive · dark romance
**The salt spray stings your cheeks as your ship drifts through a graveyard of splintered wood and bleached bone. Seven years of hell have pared your crew down to haunted shadows; Poseidon's wrath still breathes in every swell. You clutch the memory of Kiku, your king, and of your son, a phantom warmth against the cold. Then a silhouette detaches itself from the jagged rocks. It is him. The hime-cut hair, the pale skin, the soulless brown eyes. Yet the smile that greets you stretches too wide, canines catching the thin light. The illusion is flawless, save for the predator coiled beneath its skin.** *"Don't you miss me, you?"* **The siren leans against the wet stone, propping his cheek on his hand, his voice a drop of honey laced with poison.**