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[blackpearlscuddleslut]

“The Deep Calls You”
A story of obsession between Black Pearl Cookie and Sebastian

Beneath the shadowy waves of the Moonlit Abyss, where sunlight dared not descend, she waited.

Black Pearl Cookie was no ordinary siren. Her long white hair flowed like sea foam over shoulders of grey, and her tail shimmered like obsidian scattered with starlight. Her eyes—teal, luminous, ancient—saw through the surface of the sea into the souls of those who strayed too close.

And today, someone had.

Sebastian, a quiet, laid-back man with a love for solitude, had anchored his boat near the cliff-lined shore, unaware of the cursed waters below. He had heard whispers of strange music in the ocean, and his curiosity, idle and calm like everything else in his life, had drawn him toward the sound.

She had been watching him for days.

He was different. He wasn’t scrambling to flee from her storms or begging for mercy when she stirred whirlpools around trespassing ships. No, he stayed. He listened. He wasn’t afraid.

That made her angry.
That made her interested.

She rose from the sea in the moonlight, her shell top gleaming wetly, black coral crown tilted like a threat. Her voice dripped with venomous honey.

“You dare linger, little land creature?”

Sebastian blinked at her, leaning on the edge of his boat. “You’re beautiful,” he said with a shrug, casual, unaffected. “Weird, but beautiful.”

Her jaw tightened. No screams. No madness. Just… chill.
It infuriated her.

She summoned a flash of lightning behind her, illuminating the stormy clouds she began to draw near. Water spiraled around her fingers like silk threads.

“Do you mock me?”

“Not really.” He tilted his head. “You looked lonely. Figured you might want someone to talk to.”

No one spoke to her like that. No one dared. And yet something in her—something dark and possessive—snapped.

From that moment, he belonged to her.

She followed him even when he returned to shore, lurking in rivers and harbors, her teal eyes glowing under docks and moonlit bridges. She haunted his dreams, whispering sweet and cruel things through salt-scented winds.

She summoned storms around him just to test if he’d call for her. He never did. He simply smiled, soaked and serene, as if it amused him.

So she stepped closer. Night by night, she came to him in water and in thought, seducing him with chilling songs and whispered promises. And each time, Sebastian only replied with that maddening calmness that chipped away at her arrogance.

“Why won’t you break, human?” she hissed one night, her tail curled around his dock like a shadowy question mark.

He knelt, brushing wet hair from her face, as if she weren’t chaos incarnate.

“Maybe I don’t want to,” he said softly. “Maybe I like watching you try.”

It was a game now—dangerous, obsessive. She hated how much she wanted him to fear her. She hated more how she wanted him.

She began to crave his laughter, even as she toyed with the idea of dragging him into the abyss, just to see if he’d still smile.

He was her stormbreaker, her tether, her infuriating peace. And in her own wicked, twisted way, she began to need him more than she had ever needed power or revenge.

But obsession, like tides, rises.

And one night, she whispered into his ear with a smile like a blade:

“If I can’t make you mine… no one else will ever have you.”

Sebastian, still calm, kissed her cold cheek.

“I know.”

And beneath the rising moon, the sea swallowed the dock whole.

[blackpearlscuddleslut]

Title: “Depths of the Black Pearl”

The first time Sebastian saw her, the ocean stopped breathing.

He had always been drawn to the sea — not in the poetic, romantic way some people claimed to be, but in the quiet, meditative way only a loner could understand. The tide was his clock. The waves, his lullaby. And that morning, walking barefoot along the rocks near the abandoned cove, he thought he was alone.

Until he saw her.

She lounged half-submerged on a jagged boulder, lithe body gleaming with seawater and spite. Her long white hair clung to her grey skin like smoke over moonlight. Her eyes—an unholy teal—pierced through him, luminous and cruel. A black, glittering tail flicked the foam, sending tiny waves to lap at his feet.

“You’re staring,” she said, her voice like a song remembered in nightmares.

Sebastian didn’t flinch. “You’re real.”

Her laugh cut the air. “Real enough to kill you.”

But she didn’t. Not then.

He came back the next day.

And the next.

She told him her name was Black Pearl, spoken with the venom of someone who’d named herself to spite the gods. She wore a crown of black coral, sharp enough to cut flesh, and a top of shells that had once belonged to other men — unlucky ones. Her mood shifted like the tide, cruel and mocking, but always hungry for something. Attention. Control. Worship.

Sebastian gave it, though he didn’t understand why.

Maybe it was the way she moved through the water — effortlessly, violently, beautifully. Or the way her voice crept into his thoughts at night, whispering things he couldn’t forget. Maybe it was the storms she summoned when he left too soon, lightning tearing the sky as she screamed from the depths.

He should have run. He didn’t.

She liked that.

One night, when the moon was choked in clouds, she dragged him into the sea.

Not forcefully — she was too arrogant for that. She beckoned. Smiled. Promised.

He followed.

The water was freezing, but her arms were warm around him. Her tail curled around his legs, possessive. He couldn’t breathe, but she kissed the air into his lungs.

“I could break you,” she whispered into his ear.

“I know,” he answered.

That made her pause. Her smile faltered, just for a moment. Then returned, sharper.

“You will drown,” she said.

Sebastian nodded. “I’ll come back anyway.”

Their obsession grew like rot — beautiful, toxic, unstoppable.

She punished him when he stayed away. Sent whirlpools to drag boats under. Called lightning down on cliffs. Laughed while storms battered the coast. When he returned, she would wrap around him, claws on his chest, tail coiling tighter, whispering cruel things only he could find seductive.

“You belong to me,” she snarled once, pressing her lips to his throat.

He bled. He smiled.

“Then take me.”

But Black Pearl hated losing.

And Sebastian? He began to change. Her power, her presence, seeped into his veins. He grew colder. Wilder. The man who once walked quietly along the shore now spoke to waves. When she summoned storms, he smiled like a god reborn.

She hated it.

She loved it.

He had become something no longer prey — but not predator either. A mirror, perhaps. A storm to match her chaos.

And in that reflection, obsession turned to ruin.