#it's SUCH a freak i love this awful creature

[sdmnpact]

Kitten.

Wroetoshaw x Reader fluff blurb?

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You heard a soft knock on the door of your flat. You were confused as who that could be since you didnt expect visitors and the only person who would bother you unexpectedly like this was Harry but he's off at a sidemen shoot.

You got up from the couch, quietly walking towards the door checking the peephole. The sight was the most adorable thing you've ever seen in your life.

It was Harry holding a small kitten in his arms. His face scrunched at the baby as he pet it's head gently.

"Harry!? Who's this!" You said excitedly as you opened the door wide enough for him to come in. You swooned at the creature in his arms as he went to the couch.

"I found him at the shoot. He was so scared and lonely, I thought you'd like to look after him until after the shoot." He explained gently placing the tiny kitty in his lap. "Aw of course!" You said petting his head lightly. He meowed at you making you internally scream with cuteness aggression.

"You still have to go back?" You asked as he nodded. "Yeah, we found this little guy hiding under a car and we looked around for it's mom but couldn't find her. No one wanted to take it but I immediately thought of you when I saw it. So adorable just like you." He smirked.

"Calm down. This one is by far the cutest one here, but thank you, I'll look after the little-" You paused, looking underneath the small kitten for it's genitalia. "-lad for you." You chuckled. "Oh it's a boy? Nevermind, don't want it replacing me!" He said about to walk out of the flat jokingly. You pulled on the hem of his shirt, he turned to face you. "No one could replace you." You said stroking his cheek. "Fine then, here you go." He said finally passing you the tiny fellow.

"Awwww he's so precious!!!" You squealed looking up at Harry, a lovesick look on his face. He loved seeing you like this, you were extremely happy and he was happy that he's the one that made you feel this way.

"Okay well I'm off, I'll be back soon, love you!" He smiled happily as he walked out the door. You waved him goodbye and turned your attention to the small kitten now nuzzled into your lap.

You continued to sit in that position for the next hour and half because the baby was just too precious to move. Once your heard it's tummy rumble, you freaked out because you didn't have kitten feed in your pantry. You quickly ordered some kitten formula and a few other essentials then waited for the delivery. In the meantime, you scrolled through your socials and admired the kitten some more. Harry often checked in and you sent him some pictures of the kitten sleeping.

You haven't killed it yet, have you? lol

You rolled eyes playfully, sending him a text back telling him to shut up.

A few hours later, Harry finally arrived. "How are my two favorite things doing?" He said in a baby voice towards the kitten. "Things? I'm a woman." You said in an offended voice. "Oh my bad, how is my wife and child doing?" He said wrapping an arm around your shoulders, scooting closer to you.

"Thats better." You said, a flutter in your stomach. "But baby boys been sleeping all day, I think he's pretty weak." You said in a sad tone. "Im sure once we give him a ton of love and attention, he'll be fine. I'll tell you one thing, he's gonna be better off than JJ's devil children." He said in a funny voice causing you to giggle. "Oh definitely, he's gonna live like a king in this house."

"What are we gonna name the little guy?" He asked, gently caressing the kittens head. "I dont know? Maybe Dinho? For Harold's little Dinho?" You said unsure. "Oh thats cute! Harold and Dinho!" He said fiddling with Dinho.

"My two favorite boys."

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[thegreatyin]

if she just want and asked happles "hey do u want to fuck" it would probably be down for it (if only to check everything it implanted was working and have the rare chance to test interesting chemicals in a bat human hybrid)

truly sad

honestly i'm not sure what the in-universe reason is for happles not fulfilling all of the scoundrel's horrible bat fantasies. she's doing literally everything short of offering herself up on a silver platter. maybe it thinks her pining is funny

[wishingprince]

The problem with The Thing is that it starts out as a dog so by the time it’s a disgusting messy morphing freak I love it, it’s a precious pubby. It turns into a head with spider arms and I’m like yes that’s my favorite dog, it splits a man in half and I’m like fuck yeah good boy. I already love horror monsters but The Thing is baby.

[toovaeloe]

curse biologist!reader x assistant!gojo hc’s

content: gojo pining off his ass . little flirty lab partners . tw for sliiighhtest mention of an autopsy and related tools . warning for gojo poppin’ a stiff one in the lab cause he’s a freak like that (ur a freak like that), so mildly suggestive

mdni

curse biologist!reader— the higher ups want you dead and gone, that’s for sure. You, who has a cursed technique that turns cursed energy into something tangible. After applying your technique to a cursed spirit, it becomes visible to a naked human eye, and instead of disintegrating, leaves a corpse behind. You’re dangerous. Crazy. And well…too weird. But they just hate progress, don’t they?

Not Gojo. He really doesn’t think you’re doing any harm to be honest (and he’ll do just about anything if it creases another wrinkle into Gakuganji’s ugly mug)

I mean, who else has been able to make waves in the integration of curses into science like you have? You’ve uncovered an exponential amount about the inner workings of curses in a few years when the rest of Jujutsu society’s had centuries, only to scratch the surface. It’s really admirable how you deep dive into the nitty gritty, as he calls it.

assistant!gojo— who loves being your little go-getter. Your own personal cursed spirit Fetch-Fido— maybe if you squint hard enough you’ll be able to see floppy ears perked to attention in his snowy hair or an eager tail whipping up a hurricane behind him as he brings you back his latest catch: a detained grade 2 curse manifested by the fear of monsters under the bed. Yeah, he knew you’d like something like that.

assistant!gojo— loves witnessing the way your eyes light up and it’s as if he can see the cogs immediately gearing to life in your smart little brain. He’s saluting exaggeratedly with a puffed out chest when you give him the go ahead to kill the thing after you’ve had your hand at it. It’s all he can do not to ask for a pat on the head and praise of how well he did. Getting a “Good boy,” out of you is on his mental vision board.

assistant!gojo— sticks around for the autopsies. Likes watching you poke around inside the creatures and is waiting on your hand and foot through the entire process. Scalpel? Bone saw? Enterotomy scissors? The bread knife??? He’s even starting to become attuned to your whims, tool already in hand before you extend your palm.

If you murmured an awed, “look at thaaat,” he’s quick to huddle in close under the pretense of observing whatever oddity that’s intrigued you. Only to squish his cheek against yours with a feigned, “hmm…mhmm…” nodding stiltedly, and not so discreetly nuzzling his face closer to yours with an impish glint in those azure eyes as he casts a sidelong glance to your skeptical neutrality.

assistant!gojo— staring at you with the widest puppy dog eyes as you discard your gloves and begin sketching diagrams of the latest brain you’ve picked apart, comparing it to the contradicting one of another curse, and contrasting from the drastically different human model you have. He can listen to you babble for hours, if only absorbing every other word of your theories on why a curse’s blood runs violet or how you’re so excited to get these samples to the lab. He’ll still chip in with his own question or hypothesis from time to time, because he’s curious too, but more than that he loves the way you answer.

assistant!gojo— purposely uses candy and sweets as a metaphor whenever you plead with him to explain how he views the electromagnetic spectrum through those eyes of his, just because he thinks it’s funny how desperate you are to know. To this day you can’t decode however the fuck that analogy about laffy taffy and rock candy was supposed to relate to infrared waves.

assistant!gojo— Satoru can’t decide what’s worse; the fact that he can’t get you out of his head or the fact that you want inside of his head

This whole situation is basically him giving you googoo eyes and kissy faces as you scribble down something on your clipboard and try to stick him with a needle

assistant!gojo— who’s willing to be a bit of a lab rat for you. He’s all giggles as he prances up to your vertical operation table, huffing lightly when you strap him against the cool steel. “Don’t be shy now, y’could go tighter than that. You know I like it when you tie me up,,” he encourages oh so unhelpfully.

assistant!gojo— chiding you to be careful when you begin application of the biosensors across his chest, cause he’ll get “a little too excited.” You don’t pay mind to his little quip until you see his already irregularly R-R intervals spike impossibly short on the electrocardiogram readings. And then again as you finish hooking him up to the machine.

assistant!gojo— thinks you might be overthinking what environmental stimuli might have caused that anomaly, or maybe judging by that poorly veiled smile and half-hearted “My mistake,” you’ve purposefully placed that one sensor node a little too low on his pelvis this time. Now that he’s thinkin’ about— yeah—there definitely wasn’t any need for you crouch so low until your nose was practically level with the apex of his thigh. Or for you to look up at him in a way that had him failing to suppress a shiver and his breath hitching when you smoothly rubbed the padding of the damn thing into his hip with your thumb. Aaaand fuck, he’s bricked in the lab. (again.)

He’d kill to know what’s going on in your noggin. And frankly he’s dying to get the pants off his fave smartypants.

a/n: as soon as I got this idea i was like ooo biting my lip and bigbig smile,, onto something? am I onto something??? would anybody maybemaybe read a one shot with this concept 👀? okay I love you byyyee

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[flwrkid14]

ohhh you know what id love to see in your writing style if you have the time? tim just... getting a kitten. getting a kitten and realizing this tiny innocent creature depends on him and simultaniously freaking out about it while settling into the role of owner. very much reminding him of his own childhood and dealing with thoughts of like... how could someone not love and cherish something completely innocent? basically making him rethink how he was treated. could definitely include danny co-parenting the kitty and just being lovely.

YOU DONT HAVE TO THOUGH AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY RAHHH

hi anon!! tysm for the ask and the kind words !! <3 I hope u have a wonderful day too, and I had so much fun writing this !

Tim doesn’t mean to take the kitten home.

It’s raining. He’s bleeding. The alley is too cold, the sky too loud. And in the hush between thunder, there’s a sound like a whisper. Like a meow.

He follows it. Down a fire escape, behind a dumpster, into the alley’s lungs.

And there she is.

Shivering. Soggy. No bigger than his palm. His heart does something unfamiliar and awful in his chest. Her meow is hoarse and angry, and she bites his glove hard enough to draw blood. It's like love at first sight.

She meows again, and then cautiously plants herself on his boot like she’s made a decision.

It’s not a question. She’s coming with him.

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At first, it’s chaos.

He googles everything. Kitten feeding schedules. Litter training. What it means when she purrs. What it means when she doesn't. He overthinks every sound she makes. He buys a cat tree taller than Damian. He reads labels on food like he’s defusing a bomb. He calls Alfred three times in one night because “her paw twitched in her sleep and I think she’s dying.”

Danny finds him sitting cross-legged on the floor at 3am, kitten curled on his hoodie, utterly still.

“She’s really taken to you,” Danny says, voice low.

Tim blinks up at him, dazed. “I think I’m her whole world.”

There’s a pause.

Danny smiles and crouches beside them, fingers brushing against Tim’s, “Yeah. Sounds about right.”

They don’t move for an hour.

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Tim names her Cassiopeia. Because she’s dramatic and beautiful and just a little bit doomed. She is too small for her name. He whispers it like a secret anyway.

The first time she climbs onto his chest and falls asleep purring, something in Tim just… stops. Like a wire inside him went slack for the first time in years. It’s terrifying. It’s quiet. It’s warm.

She trusts him.

It's a small thing, barely a moment—Cassiopeia curling up on his chest with a sigh, a tiny, vibrating purr against the steady thrum of his heart. But it slams into him like a punch. A reminder. A question. A memory.

She’s so small. So soft. So painfully here, alive and warm and unafraid. And she looks at him like he’s a constant. Like he’s safety. Like she’s not even considering the idea that he might drop her, might walk away, might not come back.

That kind of trust is dangerous. That kind of love… it terrifies him.

Because Tim remembers being this small. Sitting on the floor of his childhood bedroom in silence so loud it rang in his ears. Because he knows what it’s like to eat dinner alone at a table too long, to pad barefoot through an empty penthouse and realize no one is looking for you. He remembers curling into himself under too many blankets and pretending that he was a ghost—easy to miss, easier to forget.

Cassi is too young to know what it's like to be forgotten.

And he wants to keep it that way.

She just wants warmth. Food. Gentle hands and a heartbeat beneath her tiny paws. She doesn’t want him to prove anything. Doesn’t expect brilliance. Doesn’t care about masks or missions or mistakes.

She just wants warmth. Food. Gentle hands and a heartbeat beneath her tiny paws.

And somehow, despite everything—despite the cold parts of him that never fully thawed, despite the cracks he tried to fill with caffeine and case files—she’s decided he’s enough.

He’s what she picked.

Tim doesn’t know what to do with that. He doesn’t know how to be someone worth trusting. But he wants to try. For her, for the tiny kitten making biscuits on his chest and purring contently with no problems in the world, he wants to try.

The ache in his chest is too deep to name. It sits between his ribs like something ancient and exhausted, something he's been carrying for so long he forgot it was even there.

He blinks hard. Swallows twice. Then buries his face in her fur and breathes.

She smells like laundry detergent and the soft plastic of the toy mouse Danny gave her. She smells like safety. Like a future he didn’t think he got to have.

He doesn't cry. Not really.

But something in him finally exhales.

She is safe. Loved. Spoiled rotten.

And maybe, just maybe, so is he.

[mamayan]

Yandere! Dark Fae King x Darling! Changeling (Part 2)

Part 1 (Here)

cw: NSFW • Sub! Reader • Dom! Yandere • Dark/Yandere Themes • Gore/Death • Monster Fucking • Fae • Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Dubcon • Fem! Darling • Dumbification • Praise • Overstimulation • Pheromone Drugging/Aphrodisiac • Manipulation • Breeding

A/N: Upon multiple requests and asks, I’ve decided to expand and make a part 2 for Avarice and Darling’s story. Enjoy♥️

“Freak!”

“You should be ashamed to be alive! When your own sister died, how dare you appear here!”

“Jinx.”

“I hope you die worse than she. Poor soul…”

You snapped out of it when he finally left again. The nightmares of your past seemingly haunting you as the death of so many rested on your shoulders.

Your fault. It was always your fault, wasn’t it? That’s what you were after all. A jinx.

Ava… he haunted you more than anything. His eyes so dull as of late but you couldn’t find it in yourself to assure him of forgiveness you did not want to give. You’d said horrible things to him though, when he’d confessed to killing your entire village due to your pressuring. He killed your family, or at least, the only family you knew. He killed the women and children, the old and innocent. Ava had no discretion when it came to slaughtering humans.

“Of course I love you! You’re my little sister, why are you asking me such a silly question so late?” Your human sister had looked so befuddled when you’d questioned her love for you. It must’ve been a rebellious phase, for she raised you and your younger human siblings much like a mother should’ve. The mother which birthed your siblings and the child swapped for you had lost herself to alcohol and gambling, her husband and your father too loyal to leave her despite the pit she began to dig for the entire family.

Your fault.

“Come eat. This sickness of her’s seems to be affecting us all. Father shall return with a fresh kill, I’ll make a stew. You like deer stew right?” You hated it but nodded anyway, your sister’s cooking so awful it even made your father’s eyes water but… “I do. I love it… and I love you too.” You’d replied, and it was the warmest moment you remember in that small wooden house.

You’d picked your nail beds bloody, eyes numbly staring at the broken skin and wondering why it wasn’t telling you the right answer. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t leave, even if you wanted to, and that was the problem. You didn’t want to leave Ava, because aside from your deceased sister, he was the closest living creature to your heart. He owned part of your soul now too, but you could feel him in you too. It wasn’t one sided, and while Ava certainly was full of cruelty, you knew him capable of care. He cared for you, his people and subjects, and his kingdom.

So why did he do it? Harm so many? Oddest of all, why did he abhor humans to much? He wouldn’t answer anything you asked, merely stating it was a necessity, that they needed to die, or be cleansed as he’d phrased it. You had loved a human dearly though, her memory still filling you with the familiar taste of warmth and overcooked venison. She was not a sister by blood but through life and trust.

Would Ava have killed her too?

You could only wonder endless dark halls of a castle you never saw an exit to. The windows revealing what appeared to be an entire kingdom below, built into a forest much like in tales of your childhood. This was a community, one which you now shared responsibility to help grow and flourish.

You didn’t feel like you were home though.

“Look at me.”

He’s impossible to ignore.

“I will force you if I must.”

You turn, giving the barest of glances upward, head forced to tilt completely back to meet his dark golden eyes. He, in all his immortal and frightening glory, looks tired. You admit it makes something within you ache to see it, but you aren’t ignorant to the fact that you look tired as well.

“You are not sorry at all… are you?” His lips press tight, eyes narrowing a fraction as he cocks his head, a few dark curls spilling like waves to follow the movement. He stalks closer like a predator, and even now, when you know he intends no physical harm to you, it raises your instincts to run. His towering form lowers to the floor where you’ve seated yourself, endless marble surrounding you in an empty ball room, the enormous glass window you’ve opened allowing fresh air in.

“Do you wish me to apologize for eliminating those vile creatures… or for upsetting you?” He cracks a rueful smile, teeth all sharp edges and eyes hardened by your distance. “If it is the latter little flower, then I sincerely am apologetic, I never wished to upset you.” You can tell he’s sincere, see it even, but something still nagged at you that wouldn’t leave.

“Ava…” his full attention is trained on you, “Why do you hate them? What did they do to you?”

His wings shift as he settles himself fully on the ground with you. An image unbefitting of a King yet also suiting him as he leans back on his palms and directs his gaze at the tall ceiling above.

You liked the sight of moonlight bathing him more than candle.

“I thought I loved a human once.”

You flinch, despite knowing it must’ve been so long ago, it stung nevertheless. He twitches, as if to move towards you before he stops himself and settles again, talons scraping along the floor as he continues.

“That human used my youth and ignorance against me and destroyed my entire existence for a time. I lost my position as a rightful heir and prince, lost my home and family, and lost my freedom. I stayed alone a very long time little Faery,” his gaze slides to you, glowing molten gold in rage as he remembers. “All alone, because I did the one thing no Faery is allowed to do, the most forbidden art which exists amongst our kind, all for one measly deceitful human.” His lips pull back in a grimace, even as you crawl a little closer.

He likes that your gaze is upon him again, filled with that familiar compassion and empathy he adores. He just loathes it is directed at him because of his disgusting past.

He watches as your tongue dips out to lick your lips, eyes filled with curiosity as you sit beside him, close enough to nearly touch yet not quite.

“What was it?”

“I granted them access to the Tree of Life. The tree which gave birth to all Faery kind.” His expression turns mocking, jaded as he seems to recall with perfect memory. “I had been ready to pluck the stars from the sky for that filthy ungrateful thing, and they dared to use me to gain eternal life by drinking from the tree’s fountain.”

He sees the look of astonishment and horror, clearly upset as realization dawns. It was said the Tree of Life would die if touched by human hands, destroying all of Faery kind should it occur. If it was true or not was unknown.

“…they touched it…?” You broke the dense silence first, curling your limbs around yourself as you feel the itch of your wings notify you of the awkward arch you’ve made with your spine.

Ava barks a dry laugh, dark amusement sparking in his eyes despite the serious story.

“Of course not little flower. My younger sister killed them before they could dare, becoming a hero for all Faery alike for protecting the race against a treacherous prince and a foul greedy human.”

He’s amuses himself with watching you through a small handheld mirror. Decorated in gold and jewels, the delicate ornate trinket has a spell cast to view his target at will.

You were asleep, tired from the seamstresses which had fussed so long over your dresses and you, face peaceful as you rest on the large expanse of his bed.

You sleep where he awoke this morning. Curled into the spot like you’re attempting to reclaim any warmth left over from his own slumber.

“You’re making quite a disgusting face, your majesty~” his eyes narrow as his mood sours in an instant.

“Leave witch.” He hisses, undisguised displeasure painting his sharp features as they scrunch in revolution.

“Make me faery,” a lithe feminine voice hisses back, his eyes finally lifting to acknowledge the vermillion haired woman which had appeared before him. “What has you making such a warm expression? I nearly lost my breakfast seeing it.” She glides more than walks, shamelessly spreading the floor length fur coat wrapped around her open, sitting on the arm chair of his throne.

“And your presence is going to make me gouge your eyes out and feed them to my hounds,” he flashes an equally unfriendly smile, the air becoming volatile towards the witch.

“Don’t act as if I wish to be here anymore than you wish it. You were the one who requested my potion.”

“Your potion not your presence.”

Dark eyes roll with a flutter, her red painted lip curling in disdain as she snaps her fingers, a small wooden box appearing in her palm.

“It cannot be delivered frivolously faery, or so you trust your servants so deeply?” He doesn’t answer.

She laughs, handing the box over with a smile as he pulls out a silver dagger and plunges it into his forearm.

Gold leaks from the wound, the witch quickly frowning and removing an empty vial to collect the liquid.

“Don’t be wasteful now, your blood is in high demand amongst my coven. It’s an incredibly binding agent.”

“Silence or I will bind your tongue for all eternity.”

“As if you could.” She cackles, vanished and gone before his talons could sink into her throat.

The box rests in his free hand. His distaste for the witches strong, but he admits they create the most potent and stable magical concoctions. They’re good in business too. He notes she didn’t allow a single drop of blood to go to waste before his wound sealed and closed.

“Drink for me, petal.”

You look lovely. Dressed lavishly in the finest silks and slowly becoming more confident in your true appearance. You no longer sit before the mirror and grimace, instead you play absently with your wings, more accepting as time continues.

He would rather just take you by force.

This method somewhat feeling beneath him, but in the end, he was already a wicked monster. What was this compared to his true nature?

You still curl or turn away when he touches you, less trusting of him now and though you should be, he finds it irritating. He wants to feel you melt against him again, blink your pretty eyes up at him and whisper his name with your kiss bitten lips.

You eye the delicate glass cup warily.

His clawed hand holding the pretty pink clear cup was nearly comical. He could tell by the quirk of your lip which you quickly tempered to avoid his detection. He caught it all though, still hoping he’s not forced to make you drink it. Though he doesn’t mind the act, pouring the drink in his mouth and laying his lips over your own to create a seal.

You take the cup gingerly with both hands, licking your lips as you bring it close to sniff.

“What is it…?” You look confused, nose scrunching up adorably, and he finds he wishes to kiss you there.

He’s forced to stay where he is though, aware you will wiggle and run if he touches you.

“Tea, made from milk, honey, and dried fruits.”

“It smells sweet…” you still eye him with mistrust, but you take a sip anyway, eyes lighting up as you take another. “It’s very good,” you’re not immune to bribery, “Thank you.”

For just a short moment, he feels his chest warm and a genuine smile grace his lips.

“You’re welcome, little flower. Thank you as well.”

“Huh?” You’ve finished the tea. “What for…?” His smile grows as you tilt your head in confusion.

“For being so foolish.”

You’re burning from the inside out. Tears and drool soaking your face and the bed as you cry out again.

“Why?” Digging your nails into the fabric, you find the texture appalling compared to usual, too rough and cold. “Ava…” you struggle to breathe, chest heaving as perspiration clings to you like a second skin. “It hurts…” you were fading into a blur of dizziness as your lower belly cramped again, more wetness coating your inner thighs.

“Shh…” he coos, ignoring your weak flinch as he slides his long tongue from your chin to your cheek, drinking your tears as his chest rumbles like a giant cat. “Do you need something sweet girl? Use your words.” He murmurs, groaning as he sees the amount of fluid you’ve leaked, your pussy swollen and glistening as you buck your hips and whine.

“Mean—!” He chuckles at your accusation, smiling shamelessly as he continues his chaste kisses against your skin.

“To you, petal? No, mean would be if I left you like this, no release for your poor little body.” He threatens, ignoring your silent pleas and body language for him to touch you more, keeping just enough distance to have you clawing at him to come back. “I’m nice though, I’m going to kindly fill your womb and make it all better.” It’s like a demon whispering in your ear as you writhe beneath him. His large frame cages you though, presses down on you as your bare chests connect and you can feel the thundering in his rib cage through your own. “Are you going to be good and let me breed you, little feary?”

You can’t think. Not when the promise of something hot and big going inside you, stretching you out like your body is begging for now. You nod, mind already gone as your clouded eyes connect with his own. You look high, pupils blown as he brings two fingers to his lips, opening his mouth and breaking off two of his sharp claws to blunt them.

“Spread your legs.” You obey, pliant body opening at his commands as he uses his fingers to dig into your slick gooey hole. He delights in your moans and reactions, hips moving for more friction as he fucks your tight entrance loose enough to take his cock inside you. “That’s it, petal, you don’t need to think anymore. Let go for me,” he murmurs, kissing you gently, tongue melting into your mouth while he digs his fingers up and rubs until you’re coming around his digits.

He pulls them out slowly, eyes drifting down to catch the sticky wet mess you’ve made and the jump of his cock in response. He laughs, deeply to his core as he brings them to his lips and lets you watch him clean them, blissed out expression marred with tears from pleasure and pain.

“You’re mine. For eternity, you will be always be mine.” His eyes are wild, something frightening entering them as he laughs, face so pleased and enamored you feel the urgent sense to crawl away from him, to run. “There is no escaping me. No where you can go that I won’t find you.” You feel too weak and sluggish to move, to even fight back, as his dark hand wraps around your neck, magic and gold swimming beneath his flesh. He feels warm, hotter than even you and your feverish mind. “I am no longer a patient a male, no longer content to wait and watch for results. You deny me, your mate, for humans which wanted to sacrifice you to a false deity, planned to rape and defile you,” he’s squeezing tighter, not cutting off air but blood flow instead as your mind becomes fluffy and unfocused. He speaks directly into your ear, the pointed tip curling down as he settles himself between your thighs. “They wanted to burn you, did you know? They called you a jinx, hated you, only wished you harm and destruction in the most vile and painful ways… and yet you still choose them?” He looks mad, smile filled with malicious intent and eyes glittering like jewels.

You speak with what little focus you have left…

“My sister…loved me.”

His smile falls, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Always…she loved me.”

He shakes his head, disapproval clear. “You think she loved you. Humans aren’t capable of love, my sweet flower.”

“You’re wrong…” he halts, watching as you weakly claw at his hold on your neck. “She loved me..! I know she did! You’re wrong! Take it back!” You cough as he releases your throat completely, eyes wide as you look at him with burning resentment even so deep under the influence of an aphrodisiac.

“I love you, but you,” you look filled with hurt, “you don’t love me.”

He’s shocked into silence as you seethe beneath him, face firm and eyes resolute as you declare his feelings for you.

He snarls, snapping his teeth at you, rage filling him as his wings spread out and magic and malice fill the air.

“I am not afraid to punish you, petal. I will not tolerate disrespect—,”

“Neither will I!” Even in tears, shaking as you are, he shifts back, the overwhelming force of your emotions startling him. “You treat me as if I am not worthy of respect, as if I’m not worthy to be listened to. You aren’t—,” you heave for air, struggling to draw in enough oxygen as you whirl on him, “—asking me. For anything. You just take…”

He’s silent, body frozen and tense as he watches you.

“Was it all a lie… when you said you’d be my friend? I thought faery couldn’t lie,” you’re in tears once more, sorrow endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

“No, don’t cry like that,” he feels oddly sick seeing you so upset like this. His frame once more curling around you, but to simply wrap you in the blanket and bring you to his chest. “We are friends, mates, I do not lie.” He whispers, cradling your body to his chest, trying to urge you to look at him.

“Friends don’t sneak away and do things that they know I wouldn’t like,” you calm after a while, swollen tear streaked face turned into his chest while he pets your hair.

He knows it must be painful, still under the effects of the drug he’d given you. His touch helping ease some of the heat.

“Okay. Okay, I was wrong, I…,” his teeth bare as he forces it past his lips, “I apologize…for not respecting your wishes…,” it makes him want to tear one of his hearts out and crush it. His hatred for humans no less despite his apology.

You look hopeful though, eyes returning some of the light he adores within you.

He’ll apologize everyday if he’s allowed to see that.

“Oh gods…!”

He’s trying to kill you. He must be.

You can’t struggle away though, no escape in sight, and true to his word Ava has filled your womb over and over again. You’re delirious on the pleasure, the second his heavy cock had entered you the earlier burning pain subsided into mind numbing euphoria. Each powerful snap of his hips has your body jolting upward, one large palm wrapped around your neck keeping you anchored. You could feel every vein and inch searing into you, eyes going in and out of focus on him face as he heaves for air and fucks you into another orgasm.

“Please, more, I need more—!” You’re reduced to a tearful mess, wantonly begging for his seed as he grimaces and fills you up again, balls drawing up tight as your cunt ripples around his length.

His face is ruined, eyes more red than gold as his pupils remain blown out, thick lashes holding a small cluster of tears as he licks his lips and continues his ravenous pace inside you. His hair clings to his face and horns, black curls damp with sweat and your cum, taking on a nearly purple hue. He wears a delirious expression like you, drugged out into oblivion as you both pant and moan as the heat devours you.

He’d felt badly for drugging you, especially as you writhed and cried in pain. His solution had not been to find the witch he’d bought the elixir from though.

He’d simply drank the remaining fluid while smiling mischievously.

“Let’s just fall into complete depravity petal,” he’d said, before your world went in and out of darkness. Only the scent of sugar and spices dominated your brain, and the feeling of fullness and completion each time he spilled his load within you.

“Are you ready for another sweet faery?” He knew you couldn’t answer, knew that words were too far away for your cotton filled mind to conjure. He asks anyway, drawing your hips off the bed, leaving your upper body limp on the soaked silks while he bounces you on and off his cock. “I’ve always known it is hard for Fae to conceive.” He speaks with a slur, as if it is liquor intoxicating him and not a lustful spell. He laughs as you cum around him, moan so breathy it appears like a silent scream as your back arches higher. “I have a good feeling it will not apply to us.” He nods, slamming down to the hilt as he collapses on you while he comes too, nose buried in your collar bone as he humps out his remaining seed and presses deep to ensure it stays.

“I think your little cunt likes being bred, gripping me so tightly so I can’t leave it,” he huffs, breathing labored as he sees you’ve lost consciousness again.

“Looks who’s mean now…” he murmurs tiredly, but his smile is fresh as he licks up your sweat and tears, cock already hardening again as blood swims in his ears like a river.

“I can’t anymore—!” It’s a squeal and a whine mixed, as Ava grunts against your throat.

“Can’t what, petal?” He asks rhetorically, humming as he slowly rolls your hardened nipple between two clawed fingers. His free hand between your legs, messily rubbing your clit as he works his cock inside you. His thrusts are no longer as violent or heavy as they were two days prior when he’d taken the drug, but his body still howled to press you flat and fill you up. To mark his mate up for all to see.

You look divine to him, too weary to even bite him anymore, nails broken from scratching at his back and arms when he’d blacked out and taken you too roughly. Even still, you looked beautiful, skin less sweat soaked and more simply damp, his care to ensure you drank water paying off in between rounds of riding him.

“I think your cunt has finally relaxed,” he teases, enjoying the sloppy squelching which echoes as he drives into you, your pussy indeed finally accepting it’s fate to be subjected to his cock for eternity. “Your womb has dropped too,” his hand stops torturing your clit to press on your lower belly, purring as you weakly complain.

“Let me rest…”

“No. I took the drug later than you, so it’s still in effect for me.” He chuckles, merrily still using your exhausted body. “Just a little more sweet girl, be good for me,” he moans, head falling back as his eyes close in bliss, cock twitching once again to fill you up.

“I truly am…with child?” His eyes are as wide as your own, cradling you close away from the vermillion haired woman who sneers at Ava.

Rolling her eyes, she nods, fingers pressed to her temples as if her mind is aching.

“Yes. You are with child, as I’ve confirmed four times already. Congratulations little Queen, you managed to love the unlovable.”

“Watch your tone and words witch,”

“My race is not an insult you foul monster—!”

They halt as you giggle, features radiant as you smile and hold your hands over your belly.

“A baby!” Ava is stricken at your delight, throat closing as something sweet tickles him inside. Your floral scent warmer these days, his keen hearing picking up on the second beating of a heart quickly.

“Yes,” he nods, like a love sick dog he grins and answers each time your repeat it in amazement.

The witch truly feels revolted to her core, but wordlessly leaves a book for new faery parents. Leaving without thanks as the happy family gushes over the good news.

As if the disgusting King didn’t know how powerful an aphrodisiac and fertility drug he used on his mate was.

She shrugs, teleporting away to her coven to return to work, minutely pitying the poor faery captured by the dark Fae.

They’re the only fae that can lie after all.

Dividers/@cafekistune

[thesmithseatmealive]

Yandere Tomoe Headcannons

Warnings: Yandere, DARK ROMANCE, if you aren't comfy with that please scroll! Nsfw and sfw, non/con, primal, (I made Tomoe kindve primal yk..animal like?), SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary: My personal idea on Yandere Tomoe and how it went down hehe

A/n: I know there isn't much left of this fandom but I still love Tomoe, he's one of my top three! Hope you few that's left enjoy! (P.S I wrote this at 6 am, running on an alani and no sleep so it's not my best writing)

wooooowheee! If you caught this sly fox’s eye, you’re screwed.

Lets say you- a human somehow stumbles upon the shrine years after Mikage left poor, poor, lonely Tomoe behind! While the shrine spirits kind of freak you out you can’t help but be curious (and desperate for shelter from the brutal storm), as you stumble into the shrine. Plus the shrine spirits are so kind and welcoming.

Yandere Tomoe who almost kicks you into Narina mistaking you for Mikage, and then a stupid little human girl. But fuck, why do you smell so good? And why doesn’t he wants to throw into the rain? What nonsense. He supposed the shrine is there to help humans. So he decides you can (will) stay.

“I- I’m so sorry! I can go! I was just looking for shelter from the storm! I think I passed a bus stop on the way here, I’m sure I can take shelter there! Ill be out of your hair-”

“What utter nonsense, you will stay. Mikage would have my head if I let some runt of a human girl die in a storm.” Tomoe groans, grasping your arm tightly to prevent you from running back into the storm. His nails catch your wet shirt, slightly snagging it. You jump from the sudden touch. You turn and look up. Since when did fox men exist? And who was Mikage?

“Uhm, I really don't wanna be a bother.” You squeak out like a mouse.

Tomoe’s grip tightened, leaving no room for movement. He shook his head and sighed. “What a nuisance. Your complaining is only bothering me more, human.” Tomoe couldn’t bring himself to let you go. Something urged him to keep you there. Maybe Mikage’s kindness to humans had rubbed off on him. He dragged you deeper inside the shrine, producing a women’s pajamas out of no where, forcing you to dress in them with the excuse you’d get all sick and have to stay longer.

That night you had slept warm in the shrine, Tomoe watching you through the night.

When you awoke you found the shrine spirits who explained the other world and its creatures, including Mikage and Tomoe. They begged you to stay and take on the roll of land god after learning of your awful story. In truth, your boyfriend had broken up with you and left you on the street with your stuff. But you were just a human and in no way could you ever be a land god.

Yandere Tomoe who had rubbed his scent on the back of your neck before you left, for some ungodly known reason. He couldn't stop himself, some deep possessive, primal instinct urged it. The shrine spirits pout when you leave, wishing you had stayed. Plus Tomoe had never looked so happy with a human in the shrine. They were sure you'd fit in.

Yandere Tomoe who can’t get you out of his head weeks later, you’re practically fucking haunting him.

Mikage who, while stalking Tomoe, noticed his foxes’s need for you. He finds you in town fighting with your Ex. You poor thing, you obviously need a place to stay, and his famliar is in need of some company!

Mikage who interrupts your fight and whisks you away for a walk to cool down. Who is this kind stranger? You think, and why did he just kiss your forehead?

You who in confusion of the sudden disappearance of Mikage, find yourself on a similar path. You sit down on a sidewalk, confused and upset. You still have no house and you’re lost and another storm is coming. How shitty is your life?

Yandere Tomoe who appears beside you, a sly smirk and lazy position as he fans himself.

“Oh my what do we have here? Abandoned like a stray kit again?” He purrs, tensing when he senses your new land God marking. He internally curses Mikage, but at least this will work in his favor. You jump at the fox’s sudden appearance and sigh in defeat, feeling mocked.

“Don’t look so down dear, You are now a land God, however that is. I am inclined to take you back to the shrine. It will now be your home. Come now, don’t want you getting roasted by lightning would we?”

Yandere Tomoe who whisks your defeated self back to the shrine and helps you learn the duties of a land god over the next few weeks. (Of course the shrine spirits were too scared to correct Tomoe when he took majority of your duties on.)

Yandere Tomoe who needs you trapped, he can’t let you leave like Mikage.

Yandere Tomoe who grabs you by the nape of the neck, dragging you into him and leaving no room for struggle. His lips meet yours in an aggressive kiss, forcing himself as your familiar, and he can't help but nip your bottom lip licking at the blood with a groan.

Yandere Tomoe who is now your familiar, and refuses to let anyone else near you. (He definitely has kicked Mizuki into the clouds for coming near you.)

Yandere Tomoe who is extremely possessive, going on a fiery rampage anytime you get near other yokai or become endangered. Sometimes he curses himself for letting himself be under your control so you can stop him from ripping these stupid fucking yokai to shreds. (Little did you know, he knew his loop holes and got away with killing taking care of the idiotic losers who tried you.)

Tomoe leaves no room for another lover in your life. He will refuse any lover, as they are not worthy of a land god such as yourself. (Yes he has said this about gods far above your power, no he does not see anyone but himself worthy of you.)

Yandere Tomoe who does not proclaim himself as your lover even months into your bond.

Tomoe strikes me as the type to not let you have another lover, and not be your lover himself at first. Its not that he doesn't want to be yours, he’d fucking kill to pin you down and show you how really skilled his fingers are- I think Tomoe just lacks the concept of proclaiming a relationship..? Like in his mind, he's your familiar and he's already imprinted on you, meaning your his, no questions needed. You just haven't expressed being ready to mate yet!

You who obviously is tired and a little frustrated. You haven't been able to go out on a date in months. You’ve gotten passed your ex and you’re ready to party, move on and get it on with someone else! But your white haired familiar refuses everyone! He acts offended as if you shouldn’t dare to be attempting going on a date anyways. I mean Tomoe is hot- and its not like you haven't considered him as you’re lover, but he seems so disinterested. And all the weird things he does can be chalked up as normal yokai and wild fox behavior- right?

I mean it's definitely normal that he bites you occasionally on the neck for no reason at all! And its completely normal he refuses to let anyone in your room. That is your sacred place! Only you and him of course are allowed inside! And of course he insists on dressing you himself every day. This is normal duties of a familiar, no reason to be shy. And don't mind him constantly wiping his hand across your neck or hair. No he didn't wipe anything on you, just his scent! It warns others away from you.

Yandere Tomoe who snaps one day. You stupid little girl…you lied. You lied to your familiar. You said you were going out with your friend, and of course he followed you! He had to keep you safe, so many yokai like to prey on land gods. And yet he watched as you met up with a guy. You let him take you to eat. The fucking moron couldn’t even make you a homemade meal? Pathetic. Not worthy.

Tomoe had his final straw when you let the man hug you. How dare you let some runt touch you? Have you no self respect? He of course ripped the human man away from you, throwing him away. But his focus was on you. You fucking smelt like that pathetic trash.

“Tomoe-”

“Start talking. You let a fucking pathetic, weak, incapable human man touch you? Am I not enough? Do I not serve you everyday with only your well being in mind? And you lie to run off with some human?” He spat out, looking down on you. You had never been this scared of Tomoe before. His ears were pinned back, and he looked like a god of rage and hate.

“I deserve to be able to date and find love! I have a right to choose who i think is deserving of my time! He was nice and caring Tomoe! And a girls got needs, God whats your problem?” You screech, attempting to shove Tomoe away to go find wherever your date had landed. A hand shot out and clutched at your waist dragging you back into Tomoe’s hold.

“Love is what you seek? From a puny human man who only wants in your skirt?” He growled, watching you squirm in his hold. His left hand dug into your hip, causing your skirt to rise slightly, and his right wandered farther up. His nails dug into your neck as he tightened his grip with anger, growling in your ear. “I am all that you need. If you seek to mate so soon, then I will mate you, let it be clear the only reason I waited was because I assumed you weren’t ready for me. But now I see. If you’re sneaking away so foolishly, you are clearly ready to take me.”

Yandere Tomoe who fucks you into another dimension that night. Obviously if you’re seeking attention from others he hasn’t been giving you enough, and with that reasoning he doesn’t stop. Cooing as he ruts into you harshly, watching you babble incoherently. He can’t get enough. He needs you pumped full of his cock and seed.

You’re drowning, you think, all you know is pleasure and Tomoe- too much. You briefly aware this is your 7th round, and he's unrelenting, showing no signs of stopping. He refuses to let you rest. You wanted attention didn’t you? He was gonna give you it.

Yandere Tomoe who so meanly overstimulates your body, pushing it past its limits. But he talks you through it, cooing and purring how good you are for him.

Yandere Tomoe who leaves your body covered in him- scratches from his nails litter your hips and thighs from the mating press he had you in for a few rounds, bite marks from your breasts to your neck- foxes really do like marking what's theirs. His cum seeping from your cunt, leaving you bloated from how much he let your pussy milk from him.

Yandere Tomoe who only stops fucking you when your start passing in and out, pussy leaking his seed, and you look ruined of him. Even as you strangle the line between passing out, he still gently pumps his cock deeply into you. Slowly of course, ensuring you stay cock drunk and pliable for him!

Yandere Tomoe who clutches you tight, a soft purr coming from his throat in contentment as runs his sharp nails through your hair, doting on you. His poor baby. So ruined for him.His tail is wrapped around one of your thighs as he holds you throughout the rest of the night.

Yandere Tomoe who is so sweet and cunning in the morning. That smug smirk never left his face. You finally were fully his, marked and claimed!

Sweet Tomoe who wont let you walk (as if you could even try), and bathes you begrudgingly. He hates having to bathe his scent off of you, but all is well, he’ll cover you in it again later tonight.

Yandere Tomoe who wont ever let you go, hoping you learned your sweet lesson. He’ll take care of his little human.

A/n: Ty for reading, I hope you enjoyed! ASKS are open for those who have any ideas or requests. I'd like to keep these fandoms alive. Love you guys!

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Can I please have an order of time traveling Stiles but with a twist.

Stiles is in the present time, and is a spark training after Deaton after his mother died and he never knew his father . One night in the clinic he gets attacked and so he runs the nemeton and begs it to take him somewhere safe.

It boots him years in the past, to the Hale dynasty right in the middle of Derek Hale bride choosing ceremony.

Derek is absolutely confused but takes this as a sign from the goddess that this man is to be his, and to be honest he doesn’t want to marry any of the girls brought before him. Peter is absolutely ecstatic to have a spark in the family. Stiles is so confused to see his favourite history figure standing over him. Stiles gets adopted by captain of the guard Stilinski, whom he shares a scary similar likeness with. 

Cue Derek trying to woo a very confused stiles with a language barrier. Honestly stiles is such a little shit whenever anyone his pissing him off he switches from English (which everyone is slowly picking up on) to polish. (Jokes on Derek, stiles has been dying to fuck him since he found his picture in a history book)

And stiles is trying to save Derek from his untimely and tragic death. The Nemeton that sent him back is the same one on Hale lands and is cheering him on. Everyone is in awe of the mythical figure who can talk and lecture the deity tree.

Unfortunately for Derek because stiles is not officially his others are allowed to approach him. They get him gifts and things so Derek being Derek, goes out and hunts a mythical beast and brings it to stiles. Stiles freak the fuck out (in happiness) because this mythical creature is super useful in potions.

I would also like a side of strong menace stiles, Wolfy and possessive Derek. Just overall everyone is absolutely in love and impressed by stiles thanks. maybe omegaverse??

Now I can’t decide if they are soulmate separated by time, or if the nemeton really liked the Hales and wanted a happier ending and when it saw stiles was like ooh freebie, or the nemeton was bored and was like “this would be funny”

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 3

The moment they stepped inside the double dungeon, Y/N knew they had messed up.

Because inside?

It was a monster party.

And not the fun kind with drinks and music—no, this was the Welcome to Hell, Prepare to Die kind.

The room was massive, its walls lined with eerie glowing runes. Dozens of high-tier monsters lurked in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Hulking armored beasts, grotesque abominations with too many limbs, and even some terrifying flying creatures that looked straight out of her worst nightmares.

"Uh, Jinwoo?" Y/N whispered, inching closer to him.

Jinwoo didn’t respond. He was already in battle mode. His expression turned serious, and in an instant, he moved.

And Y/N… lost her mind.

Because what the—watching Sung Jinwoo fight in real life was something else.

The way he dodged! Smooth. Effortless. Like a damn ghost slipping through attacks.

The way his muscles flexed! Perfect 10. Chef’s kiss. God took his time sculpting this man.

Y/N was in awe. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself, her eyes sparkling. "He’s so hot."

Meanwhile, Jinwoo was actually struggling.

These monsters weren’t your average dungeon mobs. They were fast and relentless, attacking from all directions. Even with his agility, he was taking a few hits. His health was dropping fast.

If he didn’t focus, he was going to die.

And yet, behind him, all he could hear was—

"OMG. OMG. OMG. THAT WAS SO COOL."

Jinwoo barely dodged a massive claw swipe. "Y/N. Shut up."

But Y/N was gone. She had entered full fangirl mode.

Then it happened.

The moment that broke her.

Jinwoo lifted his hand and summoned Igris.

Y/N screamed.

"OH MY GOD, IT’S IGRIS!"

Jinwoo flinched. "What the hell—"

"LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT MY BOY!" Y/N practically vibrated in place, her hands clutched to her chest like she was witnessing the birth of a deity. "Igris! My favorite! My beloved! You’re even cooler in real life!"

Igris, ever the silent and loyal knight, simply nodded before leaping into battle.

Jinwoo had no time to process whatever the hell Y/N was going through because he needed more backup. So, without hesitation—

He summoned Beru.

And that’s when Y/N completely lost it.

Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened. Her whole body froze.

And then—

"BABYYYYYYYYY!!"

Jinwoo almost dropped his dagger.

Beru turned his massive, intimidating, insectoid head toward Y/N, clicking his mandibles. "Kieeehh?"

"LOOK AT HIM! SO CUTE!" Y/N was now jumping in place, hands on her cheeks. "Beru! My little scrunkly! My scary, murdery, precious bug son!"

Beru tilted his head. "...Master. Shall I eliminate the noisy female?"

"NO!" Y/N wailed. "Beru, sweetie, don’t listen to him! I love you just the way you are!"

Jinwoo, who was literally fighting for his life, turned to glare at her. "Y/N, CAN YOU FREAKING FOCUS?!"

"I AM focusing! Focusing on how CUTE Beru is!" Y/N clasped her hands together, eyes twinkling. "Beru, can I hug you?"

Jinwoo and Beru both froze.

Beru blinked his glowing blue eyes. "...Master?"

"No." Jinwoo deadpanned.

"Just a little hug—"

"NO."

Before Y/N could protest, a massive monster lunged straight for her.

Jinwoo’s eyes widened. "Y/N, MOVE—"

But before he could react, Beru did.

With a terrifying screech, the giant ant obliterated the monster in a flash.

Y/N?

She swooned.

"HE PROTECTED ME. HE REALLY LOVES ME."

Jinwoo was done.

The battlefield was absolute chaos—just as expected from a double dungeon.

Jinwoo, despite being one of the strongest hunters in existence, was actually struggling. These monsters were not playing around. They were relentless, attacking in waves, their movements coordinated like an army.

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes. Time to stop holding back.

With a flick of his wrist—

He summoned more shadows.

One by one, his dark soldiers emerged from the ground, filling the massive chamber like an ominous black tide. Knights, assassins, behemoth-like creatures—all under his command, ready for war.

And Y/N?

She gasped so loudly she nearly choked.

Her hands clenched into fists. Her legs trembled. Her whole body shook with excitement.

And then—

"HOLY CRAP, THE EFFECT IS STUNNING!"

Jinwoo flinched mid-swing.

"THIS IS THE BEST ANIMATION I’VE EVER SEEN! 100/10! PERFECT EXECUTION! STUDIO MAAAPA, WHO?!"

The shadows remained stoic.

The monsters remained bloodthirsty.

And Jinwoo?

He sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, the actual monsters—who were supposed to be the scariest creatures in this room—had finally had enough.

They all turned their heads toward the real threat.

The screaming woman.

One particularly nasty, high-tier monster let out a guttural roar, eyes locking onto Y/N. It was massive, spiked, and clearly done with her fangirling.

It charged straight at her.

Beru instantly blocked the attack.

"Kieeeehhh!" Beru shrieked, slashing at the beast with his deadly claws.

Y/N clutched her chest. "OH MY GOD, MY BABY PROTECTING ME AGAIN! KYAAAAAAHHHH!"

Jinwoo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, can you—"

But before he could finish his sentence, another monster had decided that enough was enough.

This one was even faster. And unlike the others, it managed to slip past Beru and Igris, charging straight for Y/N from behind.

Jinwoo’s eyes widened. Shit, she’s gonna die.

Y/N turned around—

Saw death itself coming at her—

And screamed like a cockroach was flying at her face.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHH—!"

Panicking, she flailed her arms wildly and swung her fist aimlessly—

And then—

BOOM.

The monster went flying across the room, slamming into the stone wall so hard that the entire dungeon shook.

Silence.

The battle paused.

Every single shadow, monster, and even Jinwoo himself just… stared.

Even Beru looked confused, tilting his giant ant head. "Kiehh?"

Y/N, still trembling from adrenaline, didn’t even realize what had just happened. She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled—

"THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

Jinwoo blinked. "…Who is she talking to?"

Y/N, on the verge of tears, dramatically turned to Beru.

"My sweet baby angel, you saved me again! I knew I could count on you! I LOVE YOU!"

Beru, who was literally occupied fighting another monster, simply clicked his mandibles in confusion. "…Master?"

Jinwoo, arms still mid-swing, slowly pointed at the monster-shaped crater in the wall.

"…Y/N. You did that."

Y/N frowned. "Huh?"

"You punched that monster so hard it flew across the room."

Y/N turned back, finally taking in the scene.

She blinked.

Then looked down at her own fist.

Then back at the monster.

Then back at her fist.

Then at Jinwoo.

Then back at Beru.

Then—

"HOLY SH—"

Y/N was still processing what had just happened.

Her brain was not computing.

She. Punched. A monster. Into. A wall.

Her. A potato of a human being with zero combat experience.

"Holy crap… am I… OP?!"

Before she could fully spiral into a power fantasy, another high-tier monster—clearly not learning from its fallen comrade—decided to charge straight at her.

Jinwoo saw it immediately.

"Y/N, MOVE!"

But Y/N?

Nope.

She didn’t move.

She instead went full anime protagonist, raising her fists in the worst attempt at a fighting stance Jinwoo had ever seen.

She started shadow boxing—badly.

"Alright, you ugly beast! You want a piece of me?! COME AT ME, BRO!"

Jinwoo, mid-swing against another monster, literally stopped fighting just to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"This woman is actually going to kill me before the dungeon does."

The monster, confused but still very much murderous, lunged.

Y/N—still thinking she’s in some kind of sports anime—threw a random punch in its direction.

Jinwoo’s soul left his body.

This is it. He thought. She’s dead.

And then—

BOOM.

The monster collapsed mid-air, knocked back like it had been hit by a truck.

Jinwoo froze.

His shadows froze.

Even the other monsters stopped mid-attack, staring in horror.

Y/N?

She blinked.

She looked at her own fist.

Then at the monster, now twitching in a heap on the ground.

Then back at her fist.

Then at Jinwoo.

Then back at the monster.

Then—

Suddenly, her expression morphed into All Might’s iconic grin as she struck a heroic pose, clenching her fist.

“Mo daijoubu! Naze tte? Watashi ga kita!” (It's fine! Why? I am here!)

Jinwoo was going to have an aneurysm.

"Oh my god, you’re an idiot."

Y/N, now completely delusional, started bouncing on her feet like a boxer. "Yo, Jinwoo! Did you see that?! I’m basically a Hunter now! S-rank material, baby! Maybe even National Level—"

Jinwoo grabbed her by the collar.

"YOU. ARE. NOT. A. HUNTER."

"But—"

"SHUT UP AND STAY BEHIND ME BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY DIE!"

Meanwhile, the monsters and Jinwoo’s shadows were just standing there, awkwardly watching their master lose his mind over this chaotic gremlin of a woman.

Beru tilted his head. "Master… the female seems to have immense hidden power. Shall we train her?"

Jinwoo’s eye twitched. "Beru, I swear to God—"

But before Jinwoo could fully stress himself into an early grave, his shadows finally turned the tide of battle.

One by one, the monsters started falling.

With their full strength unleashed, Igris, Beru, and the rest of the shadow army began absolutely annihilating the enemies.

Jinwoo sighed in relief.

"Finally. We can wrap this up."

Now, the only thing left to do?

Make sure his so-called "special reward" didn’t get herself killed before she even left the dungeon.

<< Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 >>

[galazyprince]

yo ykw I think your really awesome and and cool and I freaking love Elmo and Shadow, srsly I will randomly think of your art and smile. For every person that has harassed you out of immaturity there’s like ten more that actually adore your art. If you want to stop, no one is going to stop you. But please don’t think that you’re doing anyone a favor by stopping, except for yourself. If it’s too much for YOU, stop. But if your heart says draw autistic creature shaped shadow with his Elmo, go for it. You can’t make everyone happy. There’s just some royal assholes that like to hate on everything good in the world because they can’t see that this form of art actually brings someone joy. Shocking, I know. As long as your happy doing what your doing, drawing what your drawing i’d say your the coolest person in town. Idk how much these words mean coming from a random sonic artist who adores your existence but tbh you’re awesome and your art is awesome and you should do what you really want bc that’s what awesome people do 💙💙💙

(sorry I’m quite awful with words I hope that didn’t sound hostile I just wanted to get the message across)

THANK YOU FOR BEING SO KIND!!

I love autistic Shadow and his Elmo. I just hate people trying to shove something at me. It overwhelms me 😭. I just want to have fun!! Also the movie versions are literally kids!! So the comments always made me feel weird with them being minors.

Thank you so much for this beautiful art. I love it so much!!

[dragon-kazansky]

The song in our hearts

Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader

A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?

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Chapter Five - Dark truths

You didn't sleep at all that night. You didn't leave the house all day either. You didn't even answer the door when Amelie and Jack came over to see how you were.

They knew Noah was missing. They didn't know he was dead.

When Friday came around and no one had seen you, Jack came to the house again. He pleaded with you to come and tell him what had happened. He asked where Noah was, but you didn't answer him. You didn't come out at all.

That night the show went on without you.

Lestat had been sitting in his box waiting for you to come on, but when the piano never got wheeled onto the stage, he knew he had messed up. Revealing to you what he was like that had not been what he wanted. He should have been more careful, but Noah was angering him. That meaningless man ruined your performance.

Lestat couldn't take it any more. With Noah gone you would be able to shine. Lestat would have done things differently. You were different.

The vampire didn't stick around to watch the end of the show. Your usual slot came and went and he knew you weren't going to perform tonight.

He went to your home.

I'm outside, Chéri.

Nothing.

Please let me in.

Lestat knew you were inside and he longed to see you. He wanted to hear your voice and see your face. He wanted to reach out and hold you to him. He wanted to explain things properly.

You refused to come outside.

His voice was in your head and it was pricing you crazy. How can his voice be in your head like that? Was he really a monster or were you too freaked out and messed up to comprehend anything?

You were afraid.

I know you can hear me. You have no reason to fear me. Harming you is the last thing I could ever want.

You don't believe him. He knows it too.

Lestat looks up at your window with longing. He yearns for you. He needs you. He wants you.

Please. 

The door opens. Lestat finds himself looking at you. You're a disheveled mess and he can see the fear in your eyes. He doesn't move.

“I am sorry you found out the way you did.”

“What do you mean…?” You ask cautiously.

“Me being a vampire.”

You shake your head quickly. “Vampires aren't real.”

“Oh, but we are.” He smiles at you.

You stare at him in disbelief. Was this man crazy? Oh no… you had been to his house! The house of a crazy person!

Lestat can hear your internal struggle and shakes his head. He steps a little closer. “Listen, Chéri, I am real. I am here. I want you.”

“Why? Why me?” You want to hide back inside your house, but you also want answers.

“You are… everything.”

You don't know what he means by that. Nothing is making sense to you. You can't help feeling like he's dangerous.

“I am dangerous.”

“Stop doing that! Stop… reading my mind!”

Lestat chuckles softly. “From the moment I first heard you play I knew I had to have you. You, Chéri, are everything and more. Talent like yours is hard to find in this world. It also helps you're the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon… Well, second to myself.” He winks at you.

He's trying to calm you down. You can tell he's telling the truth. Though you're not sure how much you can trust him.

“Do you not want a taste? To walk alongside the unknown?” He is feeding into your curiosity, luring you in. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “How do I know you won't just kill me like you did to Noah?”

“That useless man had it coming. He was abusing your talents with his awful voice. He wanted to use you for his own gain in the hope of using your popularity at the theater to get famous. Well, anyone who truly approaches music would know he had no talent whatsoever.” Lestat scoffs.

“He really is dead…?”

“Oui.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Oh God. Oh God! What do I tell Jack?” You pull at your hair.

“Tell him nothing,” Lestat says, coming a little closer to your door. “Noah has left the country as far as anyone is concerned. He had no relatives here, no actual influence on anyone. He's gone. Let me help you soar.”

You look into his eyes. He's looking at you tenderly. You want to believe he's being genuine, but is he?

“I wrote you a song…” Is what you say.

Lestat stares at you in mild confusion and surprise. “You wrote me a song?”

“I did… I was inspired after my visit to your home… and I couldn't shake you from my head.”

He grins. “Is that so?”

You nod. “You… You're like a headache I can't shift. Even when I put you out of my mind, you return later. Your name is always on the end of my tongue. I look for you every Friday night in your box. I sit at my piano and I hope with all my might that my music is enough for you. Why do I care so much about what you think?”

Lestat smiles. “Perhaps because you know I appreciate your art.”

You look at him in wonder. “Is that the case? Or are you just saying that to make me trust you?”

He sighs. “You're making this very difficult.”

“You killed Noah!” You say a little too loudly.

Lestat covers your mouth with his hand. You groan and bite his fingers. He removes his hand and grins. “If you're into biting, I can help.”

You worry if you roll your eyes too hard they'll fall out the sockets. “I need time…”

Lestat lifts his chin up a little bit. “Very well. Time.” He steps away from your door. “But please don't take too long.” He walks away.

Once he's out of sight you close your door and lean against it.

The next Friday you return to the theater and try to ignore the stares from other performers. However, Amelie and Jack could not be ignored. You would have to face them, which was why you had come up with a story. A lie. Lying to the two people who looked after you all these years felt so wrong, but telling the truth would be worse.

They cornered you in your dressing room. Jack had a whole speech for you, telling you he was so worried and he didn't know if he needed ro contact a doctor for you. You let him speak before deciding to tell them the story you had come up with.

“Noah is gone. He left. We had a huge fight and it got out of control.”

“Did he hurt you?” Amelie asks, coming to sit beside you.

“No. Not physically anyway. Just my pride,” you assure her. There was some truth to that at least.

“Why didn't you say anything?” Jack asks, looking at you like a wounded puppy.

“It was my mess. I didn't want everyone to get involved. Noah was using me for his own advantage and I had had enough. I play solo, Jack. No more duets.” You look at him firmly.

“Understood.”

“I was so worried about you! You wouldn't even answer the door…” Amelie looks at you sadly.

“I'm sorry… I just had a lot to deal with.” You give her a hug.

Jack sighs and looks at you fondly. “I should have been more firm with him. Your sponsor hasn't made a donation since…”

“No. I suppose he hasn't. Is my slot still open?” You ask.

“Of course it is!” He assures you.

You smile. “Then I'll be back to playing for you. Tonight too soon?”

“Not at all.”

With all that out of the way the two leave you alone to get ready. You sigh deeply and prepare to face the music once more.

Lestat didn't appear in his box that night. Nor the Friday after, or the one after that. In fact, for the next 2 months he did not appear inside the theater. He did, however, send donations to Jack. He stopped sending gifts to your dressing room too.

Still, you couldn't shake him from your brain.

As you went into month 3 without seeing him or hearing from him, you had begun to miss him. If Lestat had wanted to harm you, surely he would have done so by now. He has plenty of chances to.

You decided to write him a small letter. You had it delivered to his house, not feeling brave enough to go there yourself.

You had chosen to forgive him.

Come to the theater Friday night. Your box is waiting for you.

It was all you could think to do to get him to return to you. As you stood off to the side of the stage waiting for your turn, you felt terribly nervous. You almost felt like you were struggling to breathe. You had sent Amelie out to check the boxes. She seemed to be taking her time.

You had moments to go before it was your turn. Amelie appeared beside you. “What took you so long?”

“Mr De Lioncourt invited me to talk to him. He asked me to give you this.” She holds up the rose. You stare at it, mesmerized by the deep red color of its petals. You take it from her gently.

“This is for me?”

She nods. “He told me he was happy you had asked him to come back. Did you two fight too?”

“Sort of…” You reply softly, still looking at the rose.

“Well, he's glad to hear you perform again.”

“Good. Tonight is going to be special.”

Amelie wasn't sure why it would be special, but she was just happy to see you back where you belong.

Your name is called. You take a deep breath and walk out onto the stage, rose in hand. You lift your head up, but ignore the audience. Your eyes drift up to his box. Lestat is sitting there, smiling at you.

You're wearing the necklace he gave you months ago. You're clutching the rose in your hand. You're looking at him.

Lestat knows you've forgiven him.

You take a seat at your piano and place the rose down where normally the music sheets would go, but you don't need them. You're only going to play one song tonight.

His song.

You begin. Lestat's ears are blessed with a melody new to him. An arrangement he has never heard before. He doesn't need to read your mind to know this is the song you wrote for him.

He's completely enamored with you.

There's a depth to your song. Without words he can understand what you're trying to say. He knows why you wrote this piece.

You felt something that night.

Perhaps the same thing he felt for you.

He wouldn't deny it.

The music ends too soon for his liking. He watches you with keen eyes as you take a bow and exit the stage. He didn't want your music to end. Lestat rose from his seat and left the box. He had to see you.

Jack wanted to question why you only played one song, but you didn't give him time to even get the question out. You went to your dressing room and waited.

The door opened moments later. You stood from your dressing table and watched Lestat approach you. He closed the door behind him, keeping out the outside world.

“That song…” He started. “Was it for me?”

“Yes. Did you like it?”

Lestat smiled as he slowly closed the distance between you both. You felt like your breathing was too loud, that he could probably hear your heart beating too.

I can.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” He asks, grinning.

“Get in my head.”

He chuckles. “It's one of the many things I can show you.” He holds out his hand to you. It's an invitation into his life. An invitation into the night.

You take his hand.

Lestat smiles and pulls you in close. “do you trust me?”

“We'll see.”

For now, that's enough for him.

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Hi!! I'm a recent lurker and love how u write stuff. Hope I'm on time for the mating press march (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

You're a perpetual who had been accidentally stuck inside the Warp until one day u manage to see a bunch of babies getting yeeted through the Warp (wtf?). U aren't evil so of course u aren't going to leave a bunch of cute babies getting hauled and probably corrupted by the 4 freaks that reside in that awful place. U go collecting kiddos as if they were pokemons (u only manage to get a few of them, not all) and decide to rise them because why the fuck no? Fast forward, some asshole comes claming to be the father of your sons and that he will take them. A fight breaks at first but somehow you both end up fucking to an inch of your life and this emperor guy has decided that the best solution to this problem is that you become his consort... You're actually pretty okay with that.

Have a wonderful day! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

I had a few ideas for this but I'm only doing one so, I hope it pleases the masses. Reader is a perpetual from the modern day and there are references to such. Also I wanted this one to have some bits of comedy as it just helped the story flow a bit better. Also this WILL have some grim dark elements.

Smut isn't the focus of this piece.

Day 28 Year 2: Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, implied cannibalism, violence, implied sex Word count: 5599

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to piss off a minor warp god in college? Sure it'd been funny, really fucking funny, but now you were here, and here wasn't where you wanted to be.

Here was the warp, and your ass was spending eternity in it because of a rickroll gone wrong. Lesson learned though, don't bong a fifth and do stupid rituals written in tomes bound in suspicious leather in the woods.

You'd made it out in considerably better shape then your friends. That part did still haunt you. The crackling of bones, and the wet tearing of flesh.

Not that you thought any of that bullshit was real until then.

Well, hindsight is 20/20 as they say.

The worst part of being trapped in.. hell? Purgatory? The warp? It didn't matter this place sucked wholesale ass, but the worst part aside from the boredom was the things that skittered about out here. You'd gotten pretty good at dodging them and figuring out how to move around in this place. But it was like the deep trenches of the oceans on earth. One minute, nothing, the next second? Boom giant ass squid, ready to eat your face and nibble the bones.

If only you could find a way out. There was a terrible crack, like thunder but longer and deeper.

Then lights erupted in the distance, subtle at first but then brighter and hotter as they drew closer. Some instinctual part of you knew that you had to get to them. To catch the pods as they rocketed towards you. Creatures like living nightmares clawed at the capsules, trying to pry free whatever prize was inside the metal and glass.

Deamons. That did it. You swam through the currents faster than you ever had. your body collided with one. The many limb form was jarred loose, claws screeching as it scrambled for purchase, its grotesque from falling free. A second slithered around the side only to be met with a foot to the face. As it leapt from the capsule you finally had a chance to glance down through the frost caked glass and into the eyes of a tiny person. A child. You pushed the capsule through the tides, knocking into two more, crushing one of the daemons and sending the others hurtling from the smooth metal surfaces. The three you'd pushed together were sadly the only ones you'd managed. The others had been pulled away by other currents and had vanished. There was a pulling, almost sucking sensation on your skin as the waters of the immaterial plane parted and suddenly you were weightless in a new way. And deathly cold, colder than you ever had been. The zero pressure of space around you was a pain you had never known, not before and hopefully never again.

Then you were falling. Holding onto the capsule you fell down down down, through the atmosphere of a world, your skin popped and boiled on reentry, cooking part of your back. Then it was mercifully over, until it wasn't. You woke up in a fresh set of clothes, clean and alive. What remained of your old body was a half cooked, half splattered mess. "Yeesh." You groaned to no one in particular, then it all came back to you. The pods. The kids. You ran for what looked like the crash sight. The earth around them was badly damaged. But you hurried through the debris to find them. The first you found was the one you'd been riding. On it's front the Roman numerals XII. Twelve, you realized, How ever many of the pods there had been this one was number twelve. You searched for a way to open it, but you didn't need to. It opened with a hiss of freezing air and out stumbled the boy. BArely more than a toddler, yet he stood with purpose. A compossure and understanding of what was around him to an almost unnerving degree. "Hello." You spoke softly, taking a knee before him. You pulled off your light over coat and laced it around him to cover his naked form. 'Oh god please let him be a Superman and not a Zod.' You worried, looking at the pod he'd been in. "You got siblings?" You asked and he turned looking in the direction of what appeared to be another crash. He began to toddle that way and you walked beside him, offering him your hand. He took it and you walked together to the two other crash sights. There you gathered, number four and number fourteen. You were glad your weird ability allowed you to come back with your clothes, or else you would have had to trek around with three naked babies. And that wasn't ideal.

"Okay you three... now what?" You looked up to the darkening sky. Damn did you really not pay attention in astronomy class or what? The stars here looked all wrong and your sense of direction was totally fucked.

So you headed for what looked like a mountain. With no signs of civilization in sight you would just have to find somewhere and hope that the night wasn't too cold. WIth a cave located you settled the boys down. Using branches and some kind of moss to make makeshift beds. "Okay, you all stay here. I am going to go grab some of that fire out there, and hopefully bring it in here." They looked at you and nodded. Well they understood you and that was good. The trip back down the shallow slope wasn't too hard, but it might become harder the longer you're here. Finding fire wasn't the hard part. The impact has set trees on fire and they still smoldered. The problem was getting it back to the cave. You found a good stick, setting it into the flames only half way till it burned with fire at the end. "Nice." You trekked back up the mountain using the impromptu torch to light the way. When you got back however, the three were sitting around a fire. They turned to look as you approached. "Oh..okay." You came closer to them and set the large branch into the flames. "So more fire for the fire I guess." You sat a few feet away from it looking at the odd children. They looked at you expectantly. You felt responsible for them, and there was something clearly unique about the boys. You needed to take care of them. How you would do that you weren't sure. But you'd have to get it figured out. The press of small warm bodies startled you for a moment, they were all pressed against you, and you opened your arms to let them in closer. First things first you supposed they'd need names.That first week went by in a blur and the kids were already bigger. Perturabo, as he'd taken to calling himself, was already analyzing the world around him as if he had been alive for centuries longer than he had. Maybe it was the fact that you'd cut yourself and they all gathered around to sample your blood which had freaked you out terribly. Yet that was when they'd begun to speak in fragmented sentences.

Though the fact that they could speak more didn't shock you, it was how fast they were growing. Food on the mountain side was scarce, small rodent animals skittered among the crags and stones but they were far too fast to catch by hand. If only the girl scouts taught rope tying like the boy scouts you thought wistfully. Maybe you could have made a snare.

Perturabo had also begun calling his brothers by new names. Given that none you tried felt right for these clearly non average humans.

Mortarion had brought back plants. "Eat these." You took them, placing them on a stone by the fire. "Thank you Mortarion, you did a good job finding these." You praised and he smiled. "Thank you mama." He darted off to look for more before you could correct him, did you even want to correct him?

A week later the first storm hit. The kids were as tall as your waist in height. And seemingly

growing by the minute. A thick layer of snow washed over the mountain. You shivered, the cold could kill, but the fire wood gathered did help. Angron pressed his face into your side. Every time he touched you it seemed that some ache or pain evaporated and your worries eased. The plants you'd gathered were running out. There was enough for a day, but with how hungry they were, it would be hard to keep them satisfied. You looked down at your own hands. Then to the knife of flint Perturabo had made you. They looked hungry.. you would come back, with more clothes and.. and you were a sizable chunk of calories. They looked at you, and the twisted knowledge of what you had to do for your boys set in. You would come back.

You knelt before them on their now remade 'beds'. "Boys, I have to do something, and I know it will be upsetting to see, but I need you to trust me." The storm howled outside the cave. It hadn't let up. "You're going to hurt yourself." Perturabo surmised and you nodded. His face scrunched and there was a look of quiet grief in his eyes. "I won't be gone long. I promise." You stood and Mortarion took your hand, then Angron. "No." they whispered quietly. You smiled sadly. "We need to eat." It was all you said before pulling away and heading for the back of the cave. They should have to see this. You tossed some of the bones onto the fire. They popped and crackled as the water in them evaporated. You still felt shaky about the meat incident as you called it. But your boys looked full and they had energy. You took the old clothes and tried as best as you could to outfit their ever growing bodies. It wouldn't be enough. The winds died down first and the sun came out for the first time in over two weeks. Many more bones piled in the cave, and your skulls had made for fine cups to melt the snow into water. It had been a month and the boys who had started as hardly more than infants were now old enough to be squabbling. "Boys, that's enough. We need to go. Gather your stuff." They did as you bid, hurrying to gather what few belongings they had. Perturabo was at the front. "The south is that way." He pointed. You let him take the front, as he seemed to know where he was going. Occasionally he'd look up to the sky and mutter but you never saw anything. After hours of hiking you stopped. They looked at you and you shook your head. "Rest." You told them. It was mid afternoon by the look of the sun. The woods around you were coming alive. It was full of alien bird song and despite the snow. It was lovely. You rested your head back against a tree and Angron hugged you. You wrapped an arm around him. They were calm, listening and then there was a snuffling. You picked up your head but the boys were already alert. Facing the sound. An animal, something like a boar but with longer legs strolled from the snowy brush. It turned its eyes in your direction. Parting jaws full of conical teeth. It seemed to find the idea of you worth the trouble. It charged. You were ready to bolt, but sweet Mortarion was the first to move. He fisted a rock up from the ground and brought it down right over the animal's eye. It wheeled, screaming as it made to charge him. Angron came in next. Swinging his clenched fist into the knee of its back left leg. It went down with a hearty crunch and another high pitched whistling scream. Perturabo joined the fray, the flint blade he'd made cutting down through its neck and it dropped. The boys shouted, hooting and whooping as they stood over the slain beast. You were staring in shock. They were only children.. but they weren't only human. You remembered. Mortarion and Angron seemed the most delighted. "Look mama, we killed it. Now you won't have to hurt yourself so we can eat. It's okay."

The boy's words were like a hot knife to the gut. Tears stung your eyes and they all looked confused. They came to you, arms open to embrace you. "It's okay boys I'm okay. You all did such a good job, I'm proud of you." In truth you weren't and hadn't been for a long time, but that didn't matter now. You had your boys and that was enough, you would care for them no matter what. The pig thing lasted only two days. Your kids were still growing. Soon the clothes you'd provided wouldn't be big enough.

It was then you found salvation. A town, sizable to be sure. There would be things here for you to better dress your boys. But.. you didn't have money.

The words you read on posters looked so frustratingly familiar but there was nothing you understood. Perturabo stepped up beside you, seeming to get that it was a job board. He knew that from the memories he had of your life before. He and his brothers had come to understand your life up until now after consuming so much of you, including your brain. You stayed staring at the board as if it would give up its secrets to you. Perturabo gathered Angron and Mortarion. "We need money but none of us speak this language. I can read it, kind of, but mom cannot." "What do you suggest?" Mortarion asked his brother. "We need to learn this language." It was all he said, but the understanding was immediate.

When you turned with a frustrated sigh you expected to see your boys. But all that met you was an empty alleyway and the quiet of the night. "Boys?" You called softly, surely they had to be nearby. Panic gripped your heart as the only reply you got was silence and more darkness. "Boys!?" You called again and began to search frantically. The three could hear you and it hurt to ignore your call. They took the opportunity to find someone suitable. Someone no one would miss. And they found it in the form of a ganger alone in an alleyway, nothing to light his figure in the dark but the burning of a foul smelling stick between his lips. You nearly collapsed with relief when you saw Mortarion and grabbed him. He looked upset about something but you just knelt by him and held his face in your hands. "Mortarion, where were you? Where are the others?" Tears streaked down your cheeks and warm arms embraced you from behind, Angron was hugging you. "We're sorry mama. It won't happen again." Perturabo was the last to appear. You hugged them all so tight.

"Don't ever run off like that again, okay?" They nodded. And you found a tavern that seemed to have rooms. Mortarion put a wad of something in your hand and you gasped. It was money. "Did you steal this?" You asked him and he nodded. "You shouldn't steal." You told him but he didn't feel as remorseful as he pretended to be.

"Still it should get us a room.. I hope." You pushed through the doors. It was like some odd blend between a tavern of old and a motel. The bartender? Clerk? Looked up at you then down at your clothes and then to the three children with you all dressed the same.

He said something but you didn't understand it. Perturabo took your hand. "He wants to know if he can help us with something." At this point you didn't question it. "Yes. We need a room. And I would like to know if he's got any positions open for work. Just until we can get our feet under us."

Perturabo relayed the message and the clerk looked at a screen typing something. He spoke to Perturabo who nodded.

You stepped up to the counter and the man looked you over. You must look terrible. "He says they need a general cleaner and that you may work for room and board. But if we want to stay longer than that he knows a better place to do so." "How about we just start with a room for tonight. And the job tomorrow."

The bar clerk, as you took to calling him, got you a key to a room with a few beds and he took what cash you owed him. Which wasn't as much of your cash stash as you assumed. The first thing you did was bathe and instructed the boys to do so as well. Then you slept. Like a rock. With all three of your boys piled on your bed. When you woke the next afternoon you stumbled down to the lobby and found that the man from the night before had been replaced by an older woman. She had a motherly sense about her and she smiled. She motioned you forward and took out a box of old clothes for the boys. And a few pieces for you as well. Perturabo translated that they were 'hand me downs' from her own sons including the one you'd met the night before. And the woman's clothes were from her daughter who no longer wanted the pieces.

It was such a thoughtful gift you teared up and she shushed you and gave the four of you breakfast.

That was the first of many that you would have in that inn. It was also unfortunately the first day you would understand the problem of living in a town or city. The 'Tax Collectors' were petty thugs working for the government. They came through the towns outside the cities regularly and took what they wanted, often taking more than was needed and pocketing the excess. The innkeeper and her children seemed to just let it happen. So worn down by the constant abuse that it seemed normal. Your sons watched, a deep anger in their eyes as they observed the cruelty. "Just stay behind the counter, don't want a repeat of your husband. Awful soon to make your children orphans wouldn't you say?" He lazily gestured what looked like a flintlock pistol at the elderly mother and your hands clenched into fists. You hadn't understood what he'd said but the look you saw from the three was absolutely murderous. And they intended to do something about it. The assault had only taken a minute, maybe less, but the five men sent to scour the town and her people of their valuables for their governor were piles of bloody rags and meat on the floor. The inn keeper had fainted at the show and you laid her down on a few throw pillows until she woke up. It wasn't a pretty sight and the four of you set about cleaning it up. Little did you know this would become a common occurrence. Five months down the line and the three looked like nearly full grown men. The innkeeper took your explanation of them being your sons with a grain of salt. But she was glad for the peace their presence brought to the town. Maybe you would tell her one day the whole truth. It was also from her, though you were still gathering the language, that you had been correct in your assumptions that this was not earth. That part did confuse you. And there was no way to know how long you had been disconnected from reality until you contacted someone from the wider universe, if anyone was still out there.

"This won't stand. I won't allow tyrants to rule this world and her people." You overheard Mortarion say it. His conviction is clear as day. "I agree, we allow our town to live in relative peace but others do not know such a luxury. And the men they keep sending are getting better armed and more numerous." Angron added. Perturabo listened and stood from the makeshift forge he'd set up outback of the inn. "We will arm ourselves, and take the fight to its source." You trembled at the thought. Of your boys going off to fight some terrible army of gangsters and blood thirsty law enforcement. They noticed as you rounded the corner a look of concern in your eyes. "Hey kiddos." You were pulled into a hug by all three. "We must do this. To keep this world and you free and safe." You tried to understand but it still didn't make it easier. "This is our purpose, what we were made for."

Has it really been only half a year since the pods? It felt like a lifetime. "You protected us, now let us protect you." They headed off the week after, with weapons and armor forged by the hands of your 'oldest'. Then they were gone, for three months you fretted, cleaning the inn from top to bottom over and over until there wasn't a single nook or cranny you hadn't scrubbed twice over.

You helped ease your mind by making up fake yelp reviews in your heads about it. Four stars, the place was so clean but the cleaning lady did the dishes while our breakfast was still on them. Otherwise a great stay and friendly staff. You were giggling to yourself about it when the front doors blew open. Three towering figures crouched in and you nearly fell off your ladder from where you were changing the candles. Angron grabbed you first, hugging you tight. "MA!" He laughed and the others soon joined. Even the relatively dour Perturabo. "Oh my boys!" You cried and hugged them, kissing their foreheads, even if they were bigger than you now. They told all, not leaving a single detail blank, from the day they left to the day the took the capital. "There's a place for you there mama." Mortarion said, hugging you. "A fine manor where you will be safe and where we can take care of you now." "There's also labs with technology beyond what we have here. We can go, and find a way back to your world, or to find others like us." You nodded. "Let's not leave tonight. We'll leave in the morning."

The staff was sad to see you go. But the town at large was celebrating, the heros who'd freed them from the tyrants and allowed them to live in peace.

It had never been more apparent then when you looked at them now that they weren't humans. Not like you.The capital looked more like cities you remembered. Cities of metal and stone and glass. You didn't get attached to the place, you didn't think you'd be there long enough.

Perturabo was completing one of his first ships from old schematics he found in the labs. Improving it where he could. You helped Angron and Mortarion in their attempts to rework the government. You colossal sons seemed to have a hard time in talking to regular humans as they all trembled before them, in both fear and awe. It took entirely too long to get it figured out. Months in fact.

But it did get done. Men and women from every major town and city came together as a sort of united governing body. Elected by their towns own smaller councils.

You felt good about it by the time you left. What you didn't feel good about was traveling in space. It made you think too much of the warp and its horrors. But your sons would keep you safe and you would keep them safe in turn. Helping them learn to navigate their own more human aspects. Helping guide them to settle petty disagreements and squabbles. They still insisted on sleeping in the room with you. Having grumbles about how they could barely sleep when they were away to liberate the world. You let them. You loved them after all, they’re your boys.

The world you came to first was one called barbarous. Its toxic atmosphere and earth made for a terrible death world. You had to wear a mask the whole time and even then it left your skin feeling itchy and irritated. The humans here lived in more fear than they did on the one you'd left behind. It took even more months to free this world, from the terrible claws of the oppression brought by the overlords. You'd patched them all up more times then you could count but their bodies didn't need as much time to heal. They handled the fumes and violence better. Mortarion seemed to feel a deeper connection to it. "I can't explain it, but it was like I was meant to be here." You heart-fully disagreed. But it was his own feelings on the matter and you didn't push.

The people were set up, made to rule themselves as you had done before.It went similarly for another world called Nuceria. Angron seemed to shiver at the feeling of being there. His hearts beat with rage as he saw men, women and children enslaved in the fighting pits.

This one was harder to topple, the people had to be brought up. Given the purpose and desire to fight. You were there over a year, almost two. The barbarians had ancient technologies that Perturabo fashioned into weapons. The conflict was bloody, but your sons took the day, Mortarion was glad to see more tyrants brought to heel and Angron became well loved by the people of the fighting pits. Even tasking his brother to find a way to remove the nails hammering into their skulls. He did, and the healing began as it did on Barbarus.

They upgraded their armor and weapons as you went. The ship Perturabo had made, became larger and more advanced. There seemed to be a deep need in him, a calling he could not deny.

It came about when you left the warp again in the orbit of a world called Olympia.

You immediately didn't like it. The world was fine, but the people, they were users, self involved and greedy. They looked at your boys and saw tools. You didn't want to stay, but Perturabo did, he wanted to see more of the world. Its city states were always warring, and Perturabo sought to see peace reign, and you gave in with a sigh. "Okay, if it will make you happy, Pert." You kissed his forehead and let him go about his business. His brothers helped, and in a matter of months the world was under the rule of one city. You didn't like the people, but there was one girl, the daughter of the city's leader, and you and her got on well. Maybe this place wasn't so bad if you avoided the asshats who wanted to get to know you to get closer to your sons. It was oddly enough here that your life would change again, and maybe for the best. You couldn't be sure. You'd been in the city with your three when at the top of the nearby mountain there was an incredible light. Your sons were drawn to it. Needing to know where it was coming from. You followed. He was radiant beyond belief, the man on the mountain. Your sons fell to their knees in awe of him. You had to resist harder than you ever had to resist anything not to also succumb. "My sons. I have looked for you, on many worlds. I heard tales of your great deeds." "Hold on!" You interjected. "Who are you?" You demanded, and the man seemed to consider you. Your sons reached for you to try and calm you. "I am known by many titles, but to most I am the emperor of mankind. And these," He gestured to the three men who you'd loved and raised, "are my sons. I thank you for bringing them together, but their destinies lie beyond here, they are my generals, and they have sons of their own to lead, armies made in their image for them to lead and bring the universe back under the banner of humanity. You have seen them do this, here and on other worlds." He was going to take them away. You could feel it and the anger bubbled up in you, it didn't matter if this being was so much greater than you. These were YOUR sons, who YOU had raised and loved and all of hell would freeze over before you let this stranger take them. "So what, you're just gonna take them and make them work for you?" You interjected." "Yes. And you will stay here, or on the world where you found them." He spoke with such finality that you felt your anger rise higher. "They're my sons." You growled, "You won't be taking them from me." Your eyes blazed, and the golden figure reached for you. His hand closed around your throat. The clatter of metal behind you told you that your sons were on their feet now. "Put her down." Angron's low rumble came, demanding. The emperor looked from you to them. In their eyes he saw loyalty, love and devotion. "I see. This is very interesting then." He hadn't expected to find them all here but it seemed as if you were the common factor.

He made a motion with his hand and you found yourself away from the surface. The room around you was dim, the walls gold. It seemed to be personal chambers. "You will tell me everything." He touched your forehead with one bare finger and you felt him push into your mind. Every memory scrutinized, every laugh, and trial, everything that you had sacrificed for the children you loved. Giving your own body to them to eat, teaching them how to interact with the world around them and each other. Even the fight in the warp. You'd brought three of his sons together, and they were raised as brothers as his other sons never got to. He felt your love, so deep and maternal. You writhed in his hands and he drew his finger away. You had done more for them than most had. "You are indeed their mother." You looked him in his eyes and he did something that shocked you, he set you down. Knelt before you and bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you." He spoke as the blinding aura around him dimmed and you saw him properly, so it seemed, for the first time. He touched your cheek but you didn't recoil, and a soft stream of memories played in your mind, the theft of his sons, the anguish, the search for them, finding other that you did not know, but more than anything, finding the worlds where you had been, listening to stories and seeing their progress with such pride, the happiness at finally landing on the world of Olympia to find them.

Then and softest of all, the pleasure of seeing your memories and knowing that unlike some of his sons, these three had been loved so fully and cared for. "Thank you." He spoke again, his lips pressed to yours and your brain went haywire. Holy hell, how long has it been since you were kissed? Or touched in any other other than platonic. You'd accepted that your sons' clingy need to sleep by you likely meant you'd not have a love life for a long time if ever, but oh fuck it felt nice. You pulled away and he let you. Your brain swam with less than wholesome ideas. "You will come with us." He said, and you nodded, mind still swimming. "Okay." You agreed and he swept you up into the bed. His mouth on your neck as he kissed marks down your flesh to seal the deal. You had no idea how long it took. But by the end you were a sweating, panting mess, naked under him as he put another load in you. "I have been lonely these past years, very lonely. And I know that my sons who did not have others to love them would benefit from your care." He rolled onto his side and you were amazed at how quick you went from mad to okay with all of this. "We should probably tell our kids then." You sat up thinking about the three left planet side. "They have already been brought aboard." He explained. You nodded but before you could get up the man pulled you back down. "You are a perpetual." You shrugged. "I guess, if by that you mean I can't die like others then yeah."

He nodded. "That is good, it means I will have you for longer and that my sons will not have to mourn your passing as they would a regular human." You felt his warm seed leak from you and then you realized. He didn't use protection, your cheeks flushed a deep red. He sensed your sudden realization and laughed warmly. "Well you already love three of my sons. I'm sure you could love more."

You huffed. What an asshole. But you kissed him again…for your sons’ sake.

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How would the LI's react to bugs(especially the Almighty Cockroach 🙀) ? Would Nihm still love them? (Because I can see Aurynn do the "You're the man! Since when?!" Meme)

Combining these cuz they’re similar! :) Answered under the cut bc it was a bit long with all the ROs and siblings :) 🐞🐛🐜🦟🪲🪳🕷️

Kieran: They are desensitized to most bugs bc of Alektis (but keep the termites AWAY from their ship. NEVER AGAIN. >:((((( ). If there’s a roach, they’re kinda icked out but they’ll be the one to deal with it. They’ll catch it and take it outside bc Alektis would freak if they killed it.

Nihm: They love all bugs. ❤️ 🐞🐛🐜🦟🪲🪳🕷️ *gasppp* that’s their funky lil fren Roachel!!! :D They sometimes forget other people get scared of bugs but if mc gets visibly squeamish, they’ll be quick to rectify that and catch the roach and then probably put it in their pocket or their sleeve so mc doesn’t have to look at it (much to MCs horror 😧😰).

Lilith/Lucien: They are desensitized to bugs, having lived with Nihm for a long ass time. They won’t kill it bc Nihm would get upset 🥺 and Alektis would murder them, but if mc doesn’t like them, they’ll catch it and take it outside. If they’re alone, they’ll just sigh and say ‘sup or have a brief conversation and then go back to what they were doing.

Samira: 🙄 Don’t be such a big baby—it’s just a bug. You are, like, two thousand times it’s size. She’s not squeamish around bugs/animals that would give most people the ick. She doesn’t like killing bugs simply for existing in the same space as her, so with a just a single bug like a roach, she will always just catch it and take it outside. It’s a living creature like any other—why should it be punished simply for being?

Aurynn: Yeah, no, he’s not the guy who deals with bugs for you—exactly that meme lol. Ick. He is more vehemently grossed out/scared of bugs associated with decay—like maggots, flies, etc. If there’s a roach? If he’s alone, nope. Nuh uh. He’s leaving. Roach better be gone when he gets back or someone needs to deal with it for him. He refuses to squish bugs after he tried to throw a shoe at a spider from across the room once and it fucking gave birth. Otherwise, he is having a full on panic argument with you about who deals with it until you both notice that bitch ass bug hAS FUCKING WIIIINGS?!!?!!??! WHAT THE FUUUUCK???!!?!!

Parim: Um, well, he isn’t the fondest of them. He’d rather they just minded their business away from him. As the eldest brother, tho, he feels a certain responsibility to step in if mc needed him to deal with one, in which case he is internally like ‘don’t freak out don’t freak out’ but he will try to delicately catch it under a cup. He doesn’t want to get close enough to touch it—honestly, killing it would be far scarier.

Aurora: Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. Not in her room. Get it out get it out. Are there more where that came from??? She can get a bit girlish in her own antsiness around big ugly bugs, but would attempt to deal with it herself. If she can’t catch or kill the damn thing or it starts flying or some other awful shit, she’s finding Ember to deal with it for her. >:( If she’s with mc, mc is dealing with it unless they’re scared of bugs, in which case I guess big sister has to do it. (unless again, it does something awful like fly or hiss and then, nope, we’re finding Ember).

Castor: He likes or can tolerate certain bugs—like Ember’s beetles, of which he is begrudgingly fond of—but roaches are an ick. He doesn’t like how they scatter in the light. If alone, he’ll resignedly deal with it, or if his twin is present, it’s Ember’s problem. If with mc, he’ll deal with it if he has to for MCs sake. Big brother instinct takes priority over the ick reflex.

Ember: Not scared of bugs. Honestly, the uglier, the cooler. They keep some pet beetles and are known to go herping, so they’ll just grab icky little critters and bugs like it’s no big deal. If mc is antsy around bugs, he’ll catch it for them by hand and take it away, but not before tormenting them with it by holding it up to MCs face and letting it crawl over him like “C’mon, what’s the big deal? Look at him, he’s harmless!”

Nour: Scared of the big bugs—a roach has no business being that big. They’d feel bad killing it tho, but they want it to be outside where it belongs, not inside near them. If they’re alone and they notice a roach, they are gasping and scrambling away while they panic about what to do bc if they leave to find someone, what if it disappears?? And then they’ll be all antsy wondering where it is. If they’re with mc, mc is dealing with it but they’ll ask them not to kill it. If mc is also scared of bugs then….um…one of us keeps watch and the other gets Ember or Parim.

Farah: She also has no ick around bugs, and this is largely due to Ember. If she doesn’t like someone, she’s been known to drop a beetle or a roach down someone’s tunic. If mc doesn’t like bugs, she’ll catch it but she’ll also probably have to torture mc with it for a minute to watch them squirm and squeal at her to take it away.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello Ravenmod!! Hope recovery's going well.

Coral Sea event is finally here !!! I saw this tweet and immediately thought about... Miss Raven and Jade 🥺💙 (also: Mama Leech...!?!?! ma'am how do you feel about... crows / ravens... for no particular reason...)

https://x.com/aitaikimochi/status/1914586828377923868?t=re4JjAzrfkX8LCEozNw41g&s=19

And that got me thinking... Since Raven is such a fairytale enthusiast — how would her ideal wedding be like?

Hello, hello! I think I'm doing well now; I'm at least comfortable enough to return the pinned post from the health update back to the usual one. I seriously think all my excitement for the Eternity Float event sped up my recovery... I gained so much energy when I first saw the April 2025 JP schedule. Literally was counting down the days until it arrived!

adihbqeryow35r13ri7adfiyvVFEGP Miss Raven meeting one of Jade's parents 💀 Upon hearing that Jade will be introducing her to his mother, she'd immediately be suspicious (knowing what kind of people Jade and his twin brother are; the woman that raised these menaces must be a menace herself). But then all those thoughts go right out the window when Raven meets Georgina face-to-face. You'd think Raven would be freaked out by how tall Mrs. Leech is or how she's dressed to kill in all that black... but no, Raven's actually in complete and total awe of this woman. To her, Georgina Leech is like THE "ideal lady" she's been striving to become herself. So beautiful, so polite, so elegant, so intelligent, so charming!! Is she even a real person?! As for Georgina, I think she'd be entertained by a creature of the sky expressing such a vested interest in the sea. Maybe she'll tease a bit, poke and prod to see how this bird gets along with her son. It's like a little initiation test to see how Raven fares www

"My mother, Georgina Leech. Mother, this is Raven Crowley, our headmaster's ward."

Raven can barely process whatever words are leaving Jade's mouth. He could be spewing utter poison, the vilest insults known to mankind, and still her senses glazed over. Before this radiant lady, they are all but tiny moons orbiting a far grander planet, pulled further and further in by an unexplained magnetism. Raven robotically sticks out a hand and blurts out, "I-It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, ma'am!" It's said in a pathetic squeak, and she fears her muscles are limp as Georgina seizes her outstretched hand.

"Oh, there's no need to be shy, dear," she coos, slick as seaweed. "I'm already quite familiar with you." "Y-You are?" "I've heard so many stories about you from Jade." Georgina's lips--painted a shade so deep it borders on black--peel back into an amicable smile. "Ufufufu. He tells me you are ever so amusing. A raven that longs to experience the sea... such an oddity! I do hope that I will be able to help you recognize that dream of yours here in Ultramarine City. Don't be a stranger. I will be here to answer any and all inquiries you may have."

"O-Oh... okay, I'll take you up on that offer, ma'am!" Raven stutters, bowing her head deeply in appreciation.

ashdbasdgvadaWQEGGQWO314ii1 Funnily enough, while Miss Raven is a fairy tale enthusiast + romantic and often fantasizes about the "what ifs", she hasn't thought much about her own ideal wedding. It's mostly because she doesn't know if she'll be able to find that coveted "true love" they speak of in storybooks, and also because most of the guys she's surrounded with aren't... the most upstanding individuals 😂 If you asked her directly, Raven might just claim she'd "just sign legal documentation and have it be over with as soon as possible" or say that she "doesn't dream of such silly things"! ... The reality is, I think she'd want to talk it over with a potential life partner and come to a mutual agreement on how their wedding should be. Mated birds will usually work together to build a nest, so translating that over to her new life as a girl... Miss Raven wants to cooperate to "build a nest" (make a wedding, home, life, etc.) together. Errrrrrrrrrrrr 💦 yeah, good luck getting any NRC guy to agree to that???/j

[contamination-zone]

warning im a yapper

hello ummm just wanted to say!!! i really like the dynamic you give fresh and nightmare/color with the whole “cat who goes to different houses to get fed twice” thing. nightmare and his weird cat that he has probably locked in a basement a few times. color and this guy he picked off the road because he looks weird and decided he can solve this mess. fresh does not have any strong personal feelings towards either of them.

i very much so like the comic thing where nightmare and ccino were talking about fresh and ccino thought he was a kitten cat,,, no he is not but he acts like one. “he keeps crawling on my lap” that is a grown man get him away!!!! he has a dog cage i think that he is put in sometimes for naughty behavior. he doesn’t really care because he’s allowed his gameboy though. do you think nightmare ever sprays him with water when he does something bad. and this is like a grown adult. what

maybe i just like the trope of dehumanization (bonus if with someone who’s weirdly chill with it like fresh) but whatever,,, your art!!!! it gives me life!!! i very much enjoy the pixely type style and how freak you draw fresh. he’s a fucking creature he is. something is wrong with that guy. and i love him soooo much. so creature. he’s the kind of guy to do that thing where you walk on all fours up the stairs.

AND the way you characterize him is!!!! so good!!!!!!!!! he is so fucked up and weird and terrible and manipulative!!!!!!! he takes advantage of others’ empathy and feelings because he has very little of it himself and whenever he does feel it he does not like it!!!!!!! he looks at a guy with a savior complex and goes yeah i can mentally fuck him up for the next seven months to get something cool i want. he’s just actually terrible and i love him for that.

i also!!! don’t know too much about CB but i feel that fresh’s dynamic with them (him?? i forgor) is very interesting from what i have seen!!!!!! and their shimeji is very cute i still need to download it but i like it a lot :3

OKAY UHHH BYE!!!!! I LIKE UR ART A LOT…… HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!! 10/10 fresh posting on your blog love him a lot he is my wife (he feels nothing towards me)

THANK YOU!!! I see you mass reblog things sometimes it makes me giggle :-]

I yammer back...

Glad you like the dynamics haha X] Fresh having very little personal feelings about people is fun and interesting to me. As someone who has trouble connecting and low empathy, its nice to depict someone like me. [Guy interacting with people who are a Lot more invested than he is ghghg]

Fresh would only accept being put in the cage because he can teleport out. Anything like that is only for the Aesthetic, which I think Nightmare would still be down for. Shove that thang into some awful little crate, as a treat. [Honestly I think Fresh would like to get in some nice dog crate with a blankie. Small hide / den thing to nap in :-]]

ALSOOOO dehumanization and freak who doesn't mind is my favorite dynamic <333. Fresh doesn't mind because... he isn't a monster? or a human? And he doesn't have a human/monster centric view of the world. Being seen as a human/monster isn't in anyway important to him, because he doesn't seen it as better/worse. He is the way he is, why does it matter?

Its like, I don't think a cat has very strong opinions on the fact it isn't a man. I also think Fresh is incredibly self-centered and when he's on a high point, sees himself as above humans/monsters. Of course he's not seen as human, he's Fresh! he's a sick-nasty parasite! way cooler. [annnddd way cooler that he gets to eat dog-treats. heck yeah!!]

Also I drew up a little thing with CB and Fresh. Its ahh, I like them a lot I just get nervous speaking about them because its suuuch a oc & canon are besttties that it makes me feel a bit cringe... I also get nervous because CB and Fresh have a very, toxic?? friendship.

Fresh is very possessive and strange about it, because this is his Only friend and he has very dysregulated emotions. Not being able to feel positive emotions often makes it so when he does, he gets very odd about it. So its a lot of... trying to keep CB to himself, at the detriment to CB's goals and ambitions. [CB is trying to track his family down, and Fresh uh. knows. where they are. and is not telling him :-)]

I dunno I think Fresh being genuinely friends with someone but also an awful person about it is like, sorely missing from the fandom landscape. He's a bad person but bad people can still form meaningful relationships and!!! I think that should be explored :-]

[They do eventually get somewhere more healthy. As in, Fresh's whole Thing is revealed, a lot of shinanigans happen, CB lives with his family and Fresh and CB reconnect and become friends again, just with like. Fresh trying actively to do "good person things" to make sure CB's family doesn't shoo him off [I ADOREEE good actions for morally ambiguous reasons!!!], and CB with the understanding that his best friend is Kinda a Freak.]