Monster girl Yuri

Night Gaunt x reader

the suggestion for this one was for the MGE night gaunt but tbh, I didn't really like that one? So instead I've gone through Lovecraft stuff and that of some other writers relating to night gaunts and that's how i got to this one ^^ 

The town of King's Port wasn't really deserving of its name. Once upon a time it had been the major port of a local kingdom, with traders from far-away lands docking there to bring their goods to the capital. But with the demise of the kingdom and the shifting of traderoutes, King's Port declined into just another small fishing village, just with some fancier ruins than others of its kind. The inhabitants got by mainly on fishing, supplemented with the rearing of sheep on the salty grass near the shore and, for the poorer inhabitants, beachcombing. Luckily you didn't have to stoop to that level usually. Your uncle had his own fishing boat, and you earned a decent living working on it. It wasn't easy of course, it was hard work and the seas near King's Port were often stormy. Moreover, if you didn't have good luck with what you caught during the fishing season, getting through the winter could be hard. This had been one of those years, with the catches being small, and everyone in town was preparing to try to get through the winter as best as they could. The only one profiting from it was the local temple, with the amount of donations increasing as people hoped to court divine favour for at least one good catch.

The autumn equinox was approaching, the date after which sailing was usually considered too dangerous, and the seas had already gotten very turbulent, but your uncle had decided to take his boat out one last time in the hope of catching something worthwhile. The hope had been in vain, as barely anything was caught in your nets, and around evening the boat sullenly turned back towards port. As if to make the day even worse, that was when a heavy storm came up, rocking the boat heavily. You and the rest of the crew tried everything you could to keep the small boat from sinking, but it was to no avail. The force of the storm and the waves was too much and soon you were plunged into the water, sinking.

When you next opened your eyes, you sure weren't in heaven. Unless heaven was a damp stone cave. You set up, rubbing your sore head as you looked around. You were near the mouth of the cave, looking out over the sea. From the looks of it the storm had calmed down, and there was a path down towards the beach. The cave itself seemed to just be one of the many that dotted the cliffs in the area. You shivered slightly, as you realised you were still in your damp clothes, and decided that you'd best try to get back to the village as quickly as possible. You started walking out of the cave when your foot hit something wet and slippery. Looking down, a couple of dead fish lay there, some kind of talon marks along their bodies. It was a strange sight to see. This cliff seemed far above the sea, so fish couldn't just naturally end up here. Maybe some kind of animal like a bear had moved here, which would explain the claw marks, but then how had you gotten here? You shivered again from the cold, and decided that such questions could wait until you had warmed up in the village. You did take the fish with you, to eat along the way. Passing up free food like that was always a bad idea.

When you stumbled into the village inn you were immediately bombarded with questions. It had been two days since you and your uncle sailed out apparently, and none of the ship's crew had returned yet, except for you. Everyone was wondering how you'd survived, if you knew what happened to the rest, etc. You told them what you could, that you'd just ended up in that cave without knowing how, that you had no idea where the others were. Some didn't accept this, asking further in the hopes of getting some information, but eventually everyone realised you didn't know more than what you'd told them.

Life went back to a semblance of normality in a surprisingly quick way. Of course you didn't sail out anymore with your uncle and his boat gone, but the fishing season was over so that wasn't unusual. You lived from the savings you'd gotten, mostly staying in your house and occasionally venturing into the woods for food or firewood. But people had started regarding you... differently. Maybe some of them still believed you were hiding something, but people were reluctant to talk with you. You weren't included in conversations in the tavern as much as you used to be, and the couple of times you'd tried to ask some of the villagers who owned boats if they would employ you next year they always had some excuse. It felt like people were staying away from you, like you would bring them bad luck or something. So you didn't bother anymore, staying in your house and hoping this would be temporary and they'd all go back to normal eventually.