#yokai x reader

[ozzgin]

hiii can u pretty please write about a perverted kitsune yokai yandere who just sees the reader as a temporary play thing and deny the fact that they’re attached to the human and that they’re so heavily obsessed with them that they stalk them everywhere they go in disguise since kitsune yokai can disguise themselves as a human

-🍙anon

Ukifune is one of the yokai you encounter during your time in feudal Japan. He is a traveling merchant, selling oddities and souls. Most of the items on display are stolen, or dreadfully cursed. That's for the poor, gullible buyers to discover, however. A deal's a deal, and he has no business with the aftermath!

He was shocked to find a pathetic human like you surrounded by a pack of demons; and not just any demons, mind you. To have the great Murasaki himself draw his sword for your sake, like some mere servant, was no ordinary thing to witness. He was intrigued, morbidly curious. He found himself following you around, wanting to learn your secrets.

Ironically enough, he becomes terribly attached to this mysterious human reincarnation. You're silly, you're naïve. He loves it. Oh, he'd have so much fun teasing you. If only your horned suitors wouldn't interfere all the time.

"Keep your hands off, filthy fox," Yuugiri hisses at the intruder.

"I should've sliced him up when I had the chance," Murasaki mutters under his breath, glaring at the blatant pervert sneaking his way in.

Naturally, you're oblivious to it. What's another friend to the team? You joyfully accept his presence, until you feel his clawed hand cupping your butt without any shame.

[Yokai Harem Masterlist]

[gatorbites-imagines]

Got me thinking of that monster bf thing you posted and lemme raise it, yokai or cryptid bfs

*nodding* hm yes, yes. Yokai.... I love yokai.

we can go with the usual yokai used in stuff, Oni and Kitsune (are they yokai?), but that also feels a lil boring.

what about an Umi Bozu boyfriend? ive always loved the umi bozu, theyre just funky big guys. maybe you are out with your crew, sailing, and when the umi bozu shows up, instead of trying to drown the ship, he is just drawn to you and stares, the waves crashing in on all sides but just barely avoiding the ship. would the crew give you to the umi bozu to survive? does it follow you back?

what about another yokai i love, the Gashadokuro. if youve seen my hear me out cake then you know i like skeletons, and this is no different. Maybe the love of your life was a soldier, who died on the battlefield. He, and many others, become the Gashadokuro, but hes like the main one in charge, because hes so enraged that he cant return to you. you have been in mourning since your love died, only for the massive silent skeleton to show up, chittering softly at you in an almost crooning manner.

theres many other Yokai I love that I could ramble about, so ill dump em here, if yall wanna hear more about em.

The Namija, The Goryo, The Tengu and different kinds of Tengu, Oni and Reiki, Kitsune and other fox spirits, Ashura, dragons, snakes and serpents, and more. throw most Yokai at me, and id be up for writing about em.

i dont know a lot of cryptids, but my fave have always been the fresno nightcrawlers, theyre so funky. Or Nessie.

[mayullla]

Title: He took away his own kind.

Character(s): Kitune (Original Character) Summary: You were a weak yokai, one who was loved by your own followers and you loved them back. Unknown to you tho, a powerful yokai had taken an interest in you and want you to be his. Warnings/tags: Yandere Kitsune x Kitsune!reader(fem), yandere themes, drugging, non-con relationship, manipulation, 5k word count

You had always been a little kinder compared to the other kitsunes, a little more gentle with your followers and the people who believed in you. You were more docile compared to the more mischievous ones. You were a small yokai, recently born compared to those who lived hundreds of years. You had fewer followers than them, with no more than 100, most of them older. Maybe that was why you were more cautious, watching over them rather than teasing them.

You acted almost like a caretaker to them. You were a kitsune with one tail, still young in the eyes of other yokai, yet with just enough power to give a little relief in the lives of those who believed in you. But you didn't lose that mischievous part of yourself. While limited, you often teased the little boy, the son of a widow. You would appear in front of him, playing with him, only to disappear when the mother showed up.

You were the boy's friend, playing with him when he seemed lonely, showing him small things that you could do with magic. The brightening of his face always made you smile. You took care of the people who lived in a small village, and more often than not, they would leave you sweets or food that they made on the windowsill, which you often snacked on.

While yokai could appear in front of humans, they mainly changed their appearances when doing so, which was the same for you, as you hid your tail and ears while chatting with the elderly. You were known to be somewhat mysterious, yet many were still welcoming towards you.

Your personality was different for a kitsune. While you did have some personality traits, it would have still been obvious to any yokai that you were different. It was that personality that made you leave the village just for moments to follow and protect your followers. The child that you grew to care for so much was leaving as his mother wanted to make money in the city.

It was not the first time you had gone to the city, having followed many of your followers before out of curiosity, now mainly out of worry over them as they aged with white hair while you stayed the same.

The two of them planned on going to the city nearest to the village, a place you often visited compared to other places. You followed them, thinking that you would only stay for a moment to see if they reached to the destination safely and found a place to sleep. After a week of travel, they and you stepped into the gates of the city.

Unknown to you, shared eyes watched you from afar, already having noticed your little visit to the city where those served him.

He was the same as you, a kitsune but born longer than you and worshiped by the whole city. Living in the tallest building of the city, canine eyes watched you from far away as he licked his lips. His nine tails swayed softly as if excited and somewhat expectant, seeing you finally come back after what he thought was so long.

It was only by chance that you two had met a few years ago. He was sure that you had already forgotten, but for him, it was just so difficult to forget such a cute lady. Back when he had changed himself into a civilian, he remembered bumping into a lady at a corner of a small shop. You were in disguise too back then, yet for someone as powerful as him, it was easy to identify that you were not human but a yokai kitsune like him. A quick apology and both of you were on your way. He thought he would forget the young kitsune.

Till he saw you again, this time without a disguise yet hidden in the eyes of the humans, watching some travelers, an old couple that wanted to sell their harvest. Your eyes were watching them, both fox ears trained towards them while your tail lightly swayed side to side. On top of the roof of a building you sat, yet you were elegant and sophisticated yet unexpectedly innocent. You were not like what he had expected, though this was his first time actually seeing you, he had his expectations over his own kind after living for hundreds of years.

A lot of kitsunes lacked care over humans, having more selfish desires and thoughts. They thrived off entertainment like mischievous pranks or lust. They were mainly self-centered and greedy, thinking only for themselves. He was the same when he was younger, but as he continued to live, a lot of those interests started to dwindle as he had gotten bored of doing the same thing over and over again.

Instead of focusing on his greed, he created a city of his own that worships the ground he steps on. He had everything in his hands, yet even that quickly grew boring.

He was bored out of his mind, wondering what other entertainment he should search for as he continued to stay in the land. He watched you silently follow the couple, hopping on the roofs of the buildings and making soft taps on the bricks roofs with your wooden slippers.

He didn't follow you and didn't see you again for a few months. He had already forgotten about you as he stared down into the buildings from high up in his tower. He was still bored even after some entertainment with other yokai, wondering what to do, when he saw you again entering the gates. Invisible to the naked eyes of humans, you followed another person who came to the village to trade. The Kitsune had figured out that you had come here following those who believed in you, as many yokai disappear when no humans believe they are real.

Yet he still couldn't make sense of your decisions. Many choose to make more followers and believers, leaving those who already believe, if not with a little scare if they felt generous. Yet you would go out of your way to watch the people who followed you. Truthfully, he would find it dreadful to even think about following a human. They live such slow, boring lives, and it would be painful for him, who craves entertainment, to watch over a person like that.

Yet his eyes would not leave you, picking up a grape from the bowl and tossing it into his mouth. There were many yokais that came here, a place packed with people. While they could stay as long as they didn't cause any huge problems, he personally didn't care much for what they did. The more he watched, the more he realized that he could not help but stare at your eyes. He had met quite a few kitsunes in the past, and many younger kitsunes most of the time didn't really know what they were doing, often showing in their eyes that they were without a goal, while others were mainly obsessed with material things or fame.

Your eyes were different. If he had to pick a word, it would be cute. Your eyes held so much affection towards your followers, caring and concern for their well-being. It was both amusing and entertaining to him that he could not help but watch.

Over the years, he would look forward to your visits. Your cautious eyes, when you finally noticed someone watching, made him excited as he watched you look left and right, wondering. He found your affection wanting, the attention you give towards those you like. He wanted your attention, wanting no more than to tease you some days, wondering how you would react if someone were to take away the people you give all your care to.

Yet his tails could not help but stop for a moment as he watched you. Your ears down nearer to your head while your tail was down, almost as if saddened. There was a smile on your face, still with affectionate eyes, yet they were mixed in with sadness. He could just stare at you, for the first time he had ever seen your face express another emotion other than what was normally seen. Your lovely face as you waved goodbye at the little boy who just for a moment looked back and saw you. The smile that spread on his face as he raised his hand to wave at you.

"Bye bye!!"

His mother had asked him who he was waving at, but the boy didn't answer, instead grinning at her.

As you watched them go, unable to follow them for fear you would not be able to leave if you did so, you stayed still for a moment. When you could not see them in the crowds of people, you took a step back and walked the opposite road, completely unaware of how lustful someone was looking at you. 

He adored you. He adored you so much. His precious little tempting fox. Your little saddened face was just so delicious in his eyes, far more compared to your startled expression when you watched one of your older friends suddenly trip on a rock. It drove him insane how cute you were.

He had to have you. He would drag you back to his home and keep you with him like a little wife pet. Your innocence compared to his hundreds of years of knowledge would make it so easy to keep you in his arms, even if you tried to escape. Your crying face would be a delight to see. He wanted to see it. Nothing could get him more aroused than your own tears. He watched you leave, moving when he could not see you anymore, his heart beating like crazy as he continued to think about your lovely innocent expressions, all belonging to him. Touching his face with his cold hand, his long nails lightly digging into his cheeks, he felt how warm they were.

It was soon that you reached your village. The villagers greeted you with smiles on their faces as you tried to greet them back. But it seemed that your sadness may have showed when a grandmother patted you on the back. "There, there, child. You shouldn't be so sad." The grandmother explained that people come and go in the village due to its small inhabitance. "The little boy will remember you and come back one day. But for now, focus on the present. I heard from a friend that you don't have a lover yet! You are a very beautiful soul; you should be searching for one now! Otherwise, it will be too late to have a child of your own!"

“Have a little boy just like that kid, you could adore.”

The grandmother gave more words of comfort, even though you were older than her by a few years, and some of her words were a little much. Even if you were older, you could not help but flush at her words, causing her to laugh. 

"Hahaha, you remind me so much of my old friend. We were friends at such a young age, yet she had to move away after I got married. Even she was someone easy to fluster like you." The grandmother told you with a wide smile on her face. "Unfortunately, it is quite difficult to keep in touch, so I don't know how she is doing now, but I hope she is doing well."

You couldn't help but smile at the old lady who was reminiscing about the past. "I think she is doing fine for herself," you said with confidence, which made the grandmother look at you in surprise but burst out laughing again. "She probably is. Probably found someone nice and living her life with 10 kids of her own and 20 grandkids." "I- I am not su-" "Nah, she is too pretty for her own good and has always been the type to care for others. I doubt that the man could not help but give a few more." The old woman cackled again at her own joke as she walked away, waving at you and stating that she had some rice cakes that you and her should eat.

It took some time, the lack of that boyish sound left a hole in your heart, but like any other time, you knew you would heal. Watching over the houses, you noticed some carts coming into the village. Fancy transport carriages; you thought there was someone important visiting here. You couldn't help but become curious as you stepped down to the grassy floor, changing to your disguise as you hid your ears and tail, and drew closer to the stopped carriage. Curiously looking at the servants talking with the mayor of the village, for what you could gather, they seemed to wish to stay here just for a few nights.

The mayor was unsure about the whole situation, as not only was this sudden due to how fancy the carriage was, he wasn't sure if the village had the means to serve the guest, but the servant reassured them that they don't need to do anything.

Walking up to one of the villagers, you asked what was going on. "Ehhh, just some rich man wanting to stay here for a while. Probably a break from traveling, but really it is just too sudden," an uncle answered your question, crossing his hands as he looked judgmentally at the cart when it suddenly opened.

From the cart walked out a very handsome man. Tall with a lean figure and a bit of muscle. He had a smile on his mouth as he walked toward the mayor. "Please do not worry about the service. I know we had come without any prior notice," his voice was deep and velvet as he continued to talk, his narrow eyes staring kindly at the mayor. Even with a smile on his face, there was something intimidating about him. You watched quietly, wondering if this was really okay, but without causing any trouble to anyone here, you couldn't do much. 

Silently, you watched the mayor and the travelers go, the old man taking them away to a place where they could rest, leaving behind whispers between the people.

While most didn't care much for the arrived guest and his servants, many of the younger ladies were extremely excited when they saw his face. They talked among themselves about how handsome he was, wondered if he was married, and daydreamed about being picked up by such a man. You didn't care much for such topics. Turning on your heel, you left, deeming that there should not be any problem here. Planning on going back, you stopped and turned around, your eyes widening in caution.

You felt someone watching you.

You turned left and right, searching for them, wondering if it was a yokai that was looking at you, yet you could not find one that had a stare that made your back so heavy and raised the fur on your tail so badly. It wasn't the first time either. Many times you felt that stare when you were in the city, yet you never seemed to find the reason why or from whom it was coming. You thought that here you would not have to experience this, that in your safe haven, unlike the city, you would be able to avoid it.

But you could find nothing, and almost everyone except for the chatting girls was all gone, busy with their own days...

A day passed since those people came. You chose not to bother with them after sneaking in last night to check on them, wondering if they were really good people. As you watched them interact with the head in a kind manner, you decided to leave them be.

On your own, you chose to take on your human form as you watched the villagers care for the fields. Taking a seat on top of a branch of a tall tree in the mountain, you watched from afar. After the boy had left, you had become too bored, feeling solemn, mainly as the child who you were close to had to leave.

You knew that it was bound to happen, yet you could not help but miss the boy. The smaller yokais told you to just take the boy, take him away from the world and to the yokai one and keep him for yourself forever. But not once did you entertain that thought; the idea of taking the boy's life away was horrible in your eyes. His mother was also someone you held affection towards, a kind lady who had invited you to her home many times in the past, even when they barely had much to eat.

You wanted the little one to stay, but you also knew that you could not trap him, yet your heart was sad.

"Hello, there." Your tails and ears almost poofed into view at the voice, your body raising up from its relaxed position as you looked at the back. Under the tree on the side was a man alone, looking at you with a smile on his face. "Ah... sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that." He looked amused due to your reaction. You tilted your head in wonder as you looked at the man, recognizing him from yesterday as he and his entourage had chosen to stay in the village for a few days.

"Did I scare you?" He asked, raising a brow. You narrowed your eyes a little at him but chose to nod. It wasn't like you could even deny it. "Don't you know it is rude to creep up on someone like that?" Your voice a little snappish as you tried to contain your annoyance at the fact that your alone time had been taken away, and that you were also taken off guard.

Haha... Sorry, I will keep that in mind."

You examined him from head to toe, wearing a yukata and cleanly put, you could not help but stare at his face. His smile and his narrow eyes and sharp features made him look almost like a fox.

"What are you doing? Is the view from there nice?" he asked, and for a moment you thought about whether you should actually continue to talk to him. Not having the heart to decline as the man acted more from harmless mischievousness, you didn't push him away. Instead, you invited him up the tree.

He complimented the view of the place from the tree, stating that he mainly lived in the city, so it had been a long time since he last took the time to relax in the countryside. The topics you chatted between the two of you were mainly surface-level topics, nothing deep, yet hinting at reminiscing the past.

You almost felt seen by him. It was something hard to explain, yet because your lifespan was so much different than that of humans, there was a bit of a gap when it comes to understanding. They would never understand what you feel because they would never live that long. 

You didn't count the time, yet as you noticed the sun now in a different position in the sky, you realized that you have been here for a few hours. "I must leave now," you told him, for it wasn't long until you have used a lot of your powers and need to change up.

A frown graced the lips of the man looked beautiful under the sunset. "Ah, that is such a shame. I was enjoying talking to you," he stated, and you could not help but feel the same. "How about we meet again here if you are not busy tomorrow?" He offered. 

You looked at him, his smile still with its mischievousness, yet a hand reaching out as a kind gesture. You thought that it would be okay. The loneliness you had in your heart was stilled just for a moment after the boy and his mother left that you could not help it when your mouth and head moved, agreeing to meet him again here at the same time tomorrow.

You met him the next day, the same place. He was sitting on the same spot of the huge tree as he looked at you with a smile, offering tea. The rich flavor that coated your tongue was delicious. The man laughed at your face, teasing you when you asked him why he was laughing.

There was no tension in the air. Time flew too quickly when you became comfortable around him, able to open up your feelings when it usually takes a long time when it comes to others. Almost every day, you met him under that same tree.

"I see our young lady finally fell in love?" The grandmother chuckled when you choked on your tea at her words. Grinning like a cat when you looked embarrassed. "Finally, time you found someone who could take care of you."

"Please don't say that... we are mere... acquaintances," you said hesitantly, unable to call that person a friend nor anything more than that. The old lady laughed again, patting your shoulder. You knew that she understood your feelings but also wanted only the best for you.

"So we are acquaintances?" the voice was too low, too muffled to hear, even for your ears to hear as you glanced at him blinking. He laughed on the other side of the branch, stating that it was nothing.

"I am going to be leaving soon." His words made you snap your head at him, in shock, then realizing what you just did, tried to calm yourself. "Oh..." you said hesitantly, looking away from him. "That... that is unfortunate." You were a little saddened, to be honest, that he was leaving, but it was coming after all. The crew was only resting here and needed to leave at one point.

“Yeah..." He passed you a cup of tea that he had brought again to drink here. Taking the tea, you took a sip of it, yet the flavor wasn't as strong or vibrant as before, dulled by your own feelings as you watched the liquid ripple in your hands. "Some business that I need to get to," he told you as you took another sip of your tea, still feeling your throat parched.

"Oh..." You said again, unsure of what to say. He had told you that he was a merchant travelling and just happened to arrive here at some point.

"Hey..." his voice was hesitant, yet for a silent moment he took a deep breath. "Why... why don't you come with me?"

You looked at him, surprised by his words again. You saw how determined his eyes were as he looked at you. "Please... please come with me! I like you a lot, and I promise I will take care of you if you choose to follow me," the man said, leaning towards your branch with a hand on his heart. "I have a difficult time being around people sometimes outside things related to business, yet with you, I always have fun. You are kind and thoughtful, you care so much about the people here. It is heartwarming to listen. If you want me, I promise I will make you happy."

You leaned away, almost intimidated by his actions. "Huh...? What are you talking about?" You didn't understand at all what he was talking about.

"Please marry me," he told you, finally spilling the words after having a difficult time holding it in. "I will make you the happiest woman alive."

Staring at him and his proposal, you thought about the time for the past few days, the bond that you started to form with him. It was often that within a few days of knowing each other, people tend to marry here. 

But words clogged your mouth, unable to leave. While you do treasure the time you spent with this man, the village that you lived in for much longer was still your priority because even if he did understand your feelings, the time you spent with people here had much more value to you.

"I-..." You wanted to decline. After all, you were also a kitsune, a different kind of species compared to him, a human. You wanted to say that when the world suddenly blurred. "I-..." You wanted to get the words out, but dizziness stopped you again.

You saw his eyes, the realization that you planned to reject him, you just needed to bring those words out. "That is…" You didn't know what happened, nor what had caused you to lose all your energy all of a sudden. When the world turned upside down, you felt the wind on your face as you fell from the branch.

How did you become like this?

You thought your sudden fall would hurt yet instead of reaching the grassy floor harshly, you were gently lowered into the arms of another. You tried to open your eyes, wondering who caught you, and saw a man with ears like yours holding you. He was far more handsome than the merchant, but had a more cunning look and a more wicked grin compared to the mischievous smile the merchant had.

You didn't know this person. Your eyes widened as you shoved him away, hopping away from his hold and distancing yourself from him. Your disguise cancelled away as you glared at the yokai, who was the same as you. When did he come so close? How did you not see him? Multiple questions went through your brain as you bared your claws at him. Counting his tails, you knew he was far stronger than you. If he was maybe a three-tail, maybe you would have a chance, but he was triple that. 

“Who are you?” You demanded, wondering why he was in your territory.

��Got your little claws out, huh? I am hurt, dear, especially when we had so much fun together these past few days.” He raised his hands, showing that he meant no harm, but you didn't believe it at all, trying to stay away even as the thing in your system continued to cause you to be so tired. “I never met you,” you growled at him.

“Oh? How can you be so sure? I was right beside you, sitting on this tree this whole time.” He raised a brow, a mischievous grin on his lips that was too similar to a certain someone. Your eyes widened as you took a step back. How did you not notice? Why did you even let your guard down?

“You… you lied to me!?” you demanded an answer as the man shook his head, sighing as if your anger was nothing more than a child’s tantrums that he needed to care for. “You would not let me get close to you if I did show my real self,” he talked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You didn't understand why he did that. Why would a nine tail kitsune take such an interest in you that he would pull a prank like this? But it seems that he was able to read your mind, crossing his arms, his golden eyes watching you. “I have taken an interest in you, my dear. The many years that I watched you visit my place has always been a delight for me, that when you didn't come, I could not help but be a little upset. But it is okay, I will always forgive you.” He took a step closer to you, watching you as you continued to lose strength. “Yet to only watch for so long has its limits, don't you think? When you are so adorable skipping around my own turf, don't you think it would be difficult for me not to get my hands on you? I just thought that maybe you would prefer something romantic.”

“I am hurt, dear, that you would still deny me like that when I went through all that trouble. But it is okay, I will forgive after we fix your habits a little at my shrine.” You growled at him, refusing to follow him, pushing yourself to even stand at this point. “Now, now, you shouldn't push yourself too much. The tea was drugged a little, something I made just for you if you had chosen to be a little naughty. Nothing dangerous, I assure you. All you have to do is just relax, and I will take you home.”

You tried to make a run for it, but your powers were restricted, and when your leg caught your own, you fell to your back. You could not catch yourself, as your energy continued to be sucked away from you. You thought that you would hit the floor again when a pair of arms caught you again. “Tch, tch, my little kit is so weak and clumsy when she is tired, hmm?”

He laughed, golden fox eyes staring at you. You felt something furry touch your cheek, moving your hair away from your face. “Don't worry, dear. I will help you learn how to use your powers well, and you will now be mine and mine alone.”

You tried to move your body, tried to push him away, but it was as if weights were placed on your body, preventing you from moving even just a little. You tried to stay awake, to make sense of all this, yet nothing seemed to work as sleep slowly took you away.

“Don't worry, my dear little fox. You will be my lovely mate, and I will take care of you from now on, okay?”

[youngcroissantturkeyworribler]

Applicable to any monster.

[chainoftalent]

Your username is beautiful, that's so fair, just like me and twitter. though protip if you are here for nsfw access you should probably quickly put an "adult" in your bio and reblog a few things, people tend to be strict about looking out for bots and potential minors on here

Or I guess this advice no longer matters because you got deleted while I was responding, pour one out for onlyherefornsfwacesses-blog.

Yandere Korekiyo Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Korekiyo is VERY touchy, though in weird ways, he's not like, casually grabbing your hand. It's more... inspecting? Running a hand down your arm checking something, grabbing your chin gently to analyze your teeth. He's very touchy, but in very odd ways. It's always gentle, except when he specifically doesn't want it to be, but it's definitely more like someone examining and running a finger on an item or specimen then like, affectionate touching.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Korekiyo will not kill unless the rival would be fit for sister. Torture and terrorizing on the other hand? That's on the table, I'm sure he's got questionable connections as well. There is no length he will not violently go, as long as it's not sending some unworthy wretch to his sister.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Korekiyo is again, gentle unless he actively doesn't want to be. He's very observant, almost poetic at times about it. Comparing it myths and stories and legends he knows, he will ensure his Kanashibari is well groomed, well fed, and beautiful.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I look at you, we both look at Korekiyo's love hotel, we both nod in understanding that the answer is just "yes" no further explanation needed. Even the pain and desperation of their Kanashibari is beautiful.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Korekiyo is the weirdest mix of you know everything and you know nothing, he'll tell you a million stories both of folklore and his sister and past and everything, but then you realize you don't know what his favorite color is. He's like a closed but unlocked book, if you open it up he'll go on and on and one, but if you never realize you need to open it, you're going to miss a lot.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Kehehehe, even this too is beautiful, how they squirm against the rope. Do not worry Kanashibari, the knots aren't that loose.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is not a game, it is very serious. Though he does enjoy escape's, if he actually felt any of them had a chance to work he'd flip out and get very angry. However, until that moment, he's just here to marvel at the beauty of their struggles and hopes.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

There's so much fucking rope for the love of all that is holy, chill, CHILL ON THE ROPE YOU CAN LEAVE THEM UNTIED FOR 2 GODDAMN MINUTES-

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

I don't know if Korekiyo actually...really thinks about his future? He just kinda expects everything to stay exactly the same until proved otherwise honestly.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Korekiyo does get jealous, in the same way he'd never let some swine be sent to his sister, he would threaten to tear the nerves out of any filth that tries to touch them.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Korekiyo is cordial, if a bit doting on most days. He ensures you're okay, checks the ropes and binds to ensure he's not causing nerve damage, infodumps for three hours. Sometimes though, he's in the mood for a different kind of beauty, those are the bad days where he embraces his more....sadism side.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

I feel like Korekiyo would approach it the same way he'd approach luring a victim to be murdered, however that might be. So while he would treat you with cordiality and patience, he's waiting for that moment to get you alone before going beyond that.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Uhhh I'm gonna say no, it's kinda hard to tell with Korekiyo tbh. They are in fact, Just Like That.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

This guy knows every shibari stress position by heart, don't fuck with Kork.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Most of them, due to his tendency to keep them bound, they have to get permission for basically anything, he tends to be rather generous though.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very very patient, this is Korekiyo after all, if you can get him to even raise his voice at all I'd be shocked.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Leaves or escapes and he's hunting them down like a bloodhound. Dies though? I'm unsure if he'd either start up a new tally of friends for them, or count them as one of his sister's friends now. Depends on the death I suppose.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No not really, Korekiyo is very certain about his moves, and why would he feel guilt when its so beautiful and also EXCELLENT for his studies to watch an study your reaction to this situation.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I am once again just gesturing to canon

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Beautiful, but also perhaps a touch annoying, but not enough to make him do anything then tell them to calm down and drink their water.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Look, in yandere fiction we gloss over it a lot, but keeping someone bound in like rope for a long period of time? super super dangerous, not with Korekiyo though! He's a master, beyond that I guess again, look at canon.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His instability about his sister mixed with faking a rope related injury like a pinched nerve at the same time miiight give you an opening? Risky as hell though he might kill you if you push him too far.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I AM ONCE AGAIN, GESTURING AT CANON

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

To korekiyo, their Kanashibari is a lot like a beautiful living statue or doll, so while they revere them, they do not hold respect for them. They are to be maintained and given proper dignity, but they are not a person.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I think most of the pining would be them dealing with the "want to send to sister but also? cute? kiss? keep? but also thats selfish? hm." and figuring what to do about that which would delay them, but probably not more then a year at most.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I don't think it's their intention but like, if you think you can get through the above without breaking, that's impressive.

[thebluester2020]

Based on this artwork

Hear me out— Spirit Hunter! Reader x Fox Yokai! Elliot

Check this out, imagine if Pelican Town was well known as a place that houses spirits and yokai. Sure the human residents of the town are friendly but interacting with spirits as if they are something to befriend? It’s completely against the laws of the Ferngill Republic!

So, on behalf of your late grandfather who left you a little farm as well as told you that Pelican Town is a great way to improve the way people see spirits, you eventually wind up in Pelican Town!

And it’s infested with the Yokai-kind. And when you find out that there’s a Fox spirit that lives near the coastline of the town, you quickly target him as the most dangerous. The residents called him “Elliot” but you’ve seen glimpses of him! Little green fox fires float by his sides like king’s attendants and his eyes are sharp! You could never sneak up on him for the kill, he’s either dodge your attacks or disappear and reappear somewhere else before you could even blink.

Yet…he was friendly all the same, unusual for Fox spirits. They were sly and cunning, seeking only to trick people.

But not him, it seemed.

And when you entertained the idea of visiting his cabin on the beach. You were shocked that he was...far more humble and hospitable than you originally thought. "Tea?" The spirit spoke after closing the door behind him, walking off to his kitchen area. And the cabin was...small, and not very well decorated, in your career as a hunter, you've seen plenty of instances where fox spirits have had lavish mansions with servants attending them at every turn! And they had the attitude to reflect their living style as well, snooty with their nose high up in the air and eager to kill a spirit hunter that was intent on ending their fun early.

But as you sat down on a chair next to a small table, the surface covered with crumpled-up papers, books, and written-on notes. The spirit you were talking to...he was...nice.

"What do you want fox? It's not smart to invite your hunter into your home y'know."

Elliot chuckled as he set down a small tea cup in front of you before he took a seat with a sigh. "Perhaps not, but I simply wish to get to know you. To squash any animosities between us."

You scoffed, you already saw through the mask he was attempting to put on in front of you! "You're a fox spirit, I'm a spirit hunter. I kill spirits like you, if you want to squash anything between us, let me kill you, and then tell me who else is a spirit in this valley." The ears on Elliot's head twitched at your determination, when he had first encountered you, he felt as if he were the one that was bewitched. Your fearsomeness in combination with your beauty and determination was a sight to behold, even if it was directed towards him and the other spirits that resided in this valley! Perhaps he was the fool for trying to befriend you rather than kill you as you were trying to do to him but...it was the reason he left his family to begin with.

He was different compared to other fox yokai.

Instead of lording over large grandiose estates, he preferred a simple life of writing with only the occasional crab that managed to wander into his cabin to keep him company, rather than being a wild fox on the hunt, slaughtering villages and towns en masse. He wished to be a part of the humble populace and remain a homebody with the occasional walks along the beachfront!

And instead of taking multiple women and men for concubines...he preferred his attention to remain on a single person.

Namely, you.

Even though you, not so subtly, carried a dagger on your person with the intent to harm him, trying to adorably cover it with your shirt as if his ears couldn't pick up the squeak of a mouse within' a crowd of people. Elliot found you to be the most interesting person in this entire valley, and he would gladly play the game of you trying to hunt him if it meant he'd get to spend more time with you.

"If you really wish to kill me, you'll have to try harder hunter." Elliot finally responded with a playful sigh as he sipped his tea. "Though I encourage you to try your absolute hardest. I like spending time with you, it'd be boring if the game ended so quickly, hm?" Your eyes narrowed at the wicked look he gave you as if he had already declared himself the winner despite this "game" not even starting yet! You refused yourself to be some poor rabbit for a fox to play with, this game would be finished before long.

You gritted your teeth together as you stood from your seat. "You're not getting a game from me fox." Elliot raised his brow at your confidence before he smirked.

"I suppose we'll both see if your words will be true, hm?"

. . .

Since your visit to Elliot's cabin and the beginning of the little "game" he declared, in the process of trying to clean up your grandfather's farm as well as getting more information from the villagers here and there about the local fox spirit. You grew more and more frustrated as the townspeople could only say good things about Elliot! "Polite", "Kind", all of it made you nearly cringe into yourself as you made a mental note to report the townspeople to the Ferngill Republic for breaking the laws of being so friendly with yokai spirits.

But no matter, today? After learning Elliot's schedule and following him for weeks, you've finally been afforded the break you needed to catch the fox off-guard. You had learned that Elliot wasn't a complete homebody and liked to venture off to the lake near Marnie's ranch occasionally and stare out into the lake. Today, he had brought a chair with him along with a notepad for his writing, and when he had set things up and sat down.

A part of you almost felt bad.

No fancy clothes nor lavish mansion, or servants or a multitude of concubines. And yet he was still as regal as any fox spirit could be.

"Focus," You whispered scoldingly to yourself before you propped an arrow onto your bow. You steadied your breathing and aimed for the spirit's head, waiting for any slight indication that he was onto you but...as his head lowered to begin writing into his notepad, his ears neither twitching nor moving to the sounds around him.

You were confident that your arrow would pierce his skull! Thus, you released your arrow from the string, and like a hawk diving for its unsuspecting prey, it quickly seemed like your arrow was going to hit its mark! Until— "The hell?!" You shouted as you quickly rose from your crouching position when the arrow suddenly burst into flames the second it was but a hair's length from the fox's head. And Elliot...he laughed. An arrogant and mocking sound that matched the reflection of confidence in his green orbs as he stood to look at you. "I thought I requested you to try harder?" He pouted teasingly.

"I-I did!" You shouted. "And that arrow cost me a lot damn it! That was an arrow tipped with magic!"

His head tilted. "I'll give you coin to cover it if that's what you want?" Then a smirk followed suit. "Not that I'm suggesting you try the same method again, that arrow wouldn't have pierced me even if it made it to me." You crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowing as you looked up at the yokai whose tail wagged excitedly behind him as if he were having the time of his life. Unconsciously though, your hand flew to your dagger when the yokai made a single step toward you before he quickly stopped once he saw where your hand was going.

Then he cleared his throat. "You've been at this game of killing me for weeks, how about a different game?"

"This isn't a game." You reminded him with a groan. "I'm actually trying to kill you!"

He smirked. "Well then, what about a different method of killing me? It'll be far easier than attempting to stab me or shooting me with an arrow." This was a trick, you just knew it but...seeing as you were turning up empty-handed in other areas. You'd indulge the fox, all you had to do was remain on your toes.

'Don't allow him to trick you,' You thought to yourself over and over and over again as Elliot searched for his next words.

"Allow me to court you."

What?

"I like you," He smiled all too easily. "Allow me to court you and if you don't fall for me by the beginning of fall...then you may kill me. I won't put up a single fight." You scoffed, on one hand, you'd be breaking the laws that you were supposed to abide by if you were to allow yourself to be courted by a fox yokai! A spirit infamous for their trickery but on the other hand? It would be a cold day in Hell before you fell for such a spirit to begin with. And this town...they had already proven to be under the influence of not just Elliot but multiple other Yokai spirits as well. Farm aside, you believed that your grandfather had sent you here for a more important reason rather than simply wanting to give you his farm. And you thought that reason started with, firstly, eradicating all the yokai from this valley.

It's what he would've wanted.

And...his wants, in order to appease his spirit, were more important to you than the laws of the Ferngill Republic for the moment.

"...Fine," You finally nodded your head. "It's spring, you have two months." You hated how you could feel your cheeks begin to warm up when Elliot's smirk grew even more prominent, all before he conjured a rose out of thin air and offered it to you. You then turned your head to the side. "I don't like flowers."

He chuckled. "Noted," He said before he gently took your hand into his own and placed the rose into your open palm. "It's simply a symbol of our agreement. I'm glad you've allowed me the chance to court you, it'll be quite an enjoyable experience for us both."

"I doubt that."

"Hm, then I look forward to how your answer will shift toward the end of our game~"

[inkyycapp]

Yokai!matsu kidnapping reader..? It ticks a few things at once. Oh! Oh! They're kidnapped cos they were found injured, but even after they've healed the yokai brothers (seperately) refuse to let them go.

Cough, cough. I love this, cough.

You're getting hcs too.

Ahem

Slight notice! I did some minor research for this, but even then I'm still unsure !! If anything is wrong please do tell me !!

(Uh so, really bad weather rn. Wifi going in and out and tornadoes lurking around, so, like that's rad ig !! Forgive me.)

Tw/Cw: Injuries, slight mention of blood, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome if you squint, manipulation(?), desperation, spelling/grammar(?), probably a little or a lot ooc I'm terrible at telling !! Forgive me !!

Youkai!Matsu x Injured!Reader

( Yokai!Matsu but used Youkai for letter colors..:D )

Small reader context !!

For whatever reason you're in the mountains doing whatever your mortal self does up there. A sharp pain shoots through your leg causing you to slip. Your foot set off a bear/fox trap. A group of bandits or just overall bad people--who one would assume set the trap--find poor injured you.

You don't have much on hand. Maybe you have a weapon, maybe you don't. But, regardless of how hard you fight, there are just more of them the there are of you.

Osomatsu

Oni

-He doesn't hate humans, but he doesn't actively like them either. He's more neutral about it.

-Like, he wouldn't go out of his way to help/save them, that's way too much work for him. But, he also wouldn't go out of his way to kill someone unless they really pissed him off.

-Doesn't really understand humans, but somewhat understand and takes a small liking to bits of their culture and activities.

-Actually fairly in with the times, but doesn't really try enough to be in with the times, y'know?

-Obviously takes part in gambling with the humans regardless of the time period.

-He finds that you're injured and probably not going to make it out of the situation alive.

-While at first he's slightly indifferent about your situation, he recognizes you from the village below. He probably asked for money and you gave it to him, or maybe you work at one of the place he frequents, but for whatever reason, he may be persuaded to help.

-You're already unconscious and he can't help but feel pity for you. Pretty nasty leg injury. Maybe he should help.

-And, so, he does!

-After attending to your Injuries best he could, he decided to wait for you to come around. He'll admit, the patch up was sloppy, but it did the job, that's what matters.

-Eventually, you'd come around and find yourself face to face with the devil himself. Whether fearful or not, this would take some...adjusting.

-Compared to the known sterotype, he seems more lax and less...demonic.

-He finds you interesting. Somehow, that curiosity hadn't faded one moment since he's found you. Expect some questions personal, even perverted, or not.

-Dislikes when you get up or move around without his help. Though, more chill and just lightly scold you for straining yourself.

-Then, soon, one day you're all better. But, he doesn't want you to leave. How strange. He didn't think he'd be this...attached to someone like yourself. Not like that, bit it's weird to him.

-He had seen humans come and go--grow old and die. He's never been this comfortable with humans before he'd met you. He doesn't want you to leave. Will you ever see each other again after you part ways? Probably not, but he doesn't want to take that chance.

-So, you can't leave just yet.

Karamatsu

Shikigami

-Karamatsu loves humans/humanity the MOST out of this list. He often tries to be 'in' with the culture no matter the time period. He goes through many "phases" trying to be what the humans deem is cool in certain points of time.

-He loves to collect and tell stories that humans tell, though can sometimes stretch it a little for a more theatrical performance.

-He often tries to interact with people and walk amongst them. But, it usually never goes well.

-His brothers often tease, but he's restless in his search for a human Karamatsu boy or girl.

-When he found you in the snow plains, a red staining the snow around you, he didn't hesitate to check out the scene.

-A group of people trying to take advantage of a defenseless Karamatsu boy or girl !! Of course he felt the need to intervene and help the poor soul.

-He manages to scare off the bandits, but by the time he gets to you, you're already out. It pains him to see such a beauty in so much pain.

-Karamatsu, without so much as a second thought, takes you somewhere much safer. A nice small cabin deep in the woods. That's where he nurses injured you back to health.

-At first, you're probably shocked, but maybe around the first week mark, you'll probably get used to it. If not, don't worry! You'll have a long time to adjust!

-He's very curious about you and the humans you surround yourself with. His knowledge of the culture is a little outdated, not by much. Still, it's nothing compared to understanding the real thing.

-He doesn't like when you try to get up. You need to recover. You'll probably hurt yourself! Don't worry, he'll do it for you!

-Honestly, just wants you to be safe. By far, you're the first human that he's ever gotten this close with--both metaphorically and literally.

-He just wants to keep you safe. There are monsters lurking both human and spirit. Surely you know.

-Karamatsu had already taken a liking to you since he met you, but over the time of your recovery, he's grown too attached to let you leave.

-You'll stay, won't you?

Choromatsu

Tengu

-Also kind of neutral, more lenient towards pretty humans. It's so painfully obvious, his brothers tease him about it, though he's incredibly indenile.

-While claiming he doesn't have an obvious leniency towards pretty humans, it is obvious to literally anyone. Including the mortals down in the villages.

-Choromatsu won't go out of his way to harm anyone he considers "pretty or cute", though his idea of pretty and cute is complicated! Not always about looks, but mannerisms, actions, etc.

-He spots you before. And, he folds at first glance. It's not difficult to be encouraged to help you. You're practically a sparkly treasure to be collected and safe guarded.

-But, then he watches as you're injured self begins to get surrounded by the group that seemed to have caught you.

-Choromats had quickly intervened, chasing off the group (probably off a cliff), before returning back to you.

-Laying in the snow, you were out cold and didn't seem to respond at all, your pulse being the only thing noting you're still alive.

-Won't deny, he was absolutely panicking at first, figuring out how to clean your injures properly.

-Eventually, he does somewhat figure it out, and once you're stable he takes that time to breathe. And, well, admire your sleeping form. Not in a creepy way, but just studying you.I

-When you do come around, he's trying and failing with his words for a moment.

-Takes care of you, and while he does often nag you, he's more so worried about how your recovery is coming along.

-Tends to kinda hover, keeping a close eye on you, telling you to lay down and get rest and that he can do whatever it was you wanted to get up to do.

-Will refuse to let you get up and do anything for yourself. Why have you do it when you have him? A literal waste, really!

-Even if he sees your coming around and the healing process is moving quicker than he wants, he still refuses to let you do anything.

-Now comes the time when you're ready to leave the nest. Pun.

-He obviously begs you to stay, much without words. Choromatsu doesn't want you to go now that he's oh so attached! You can't go. You won't leave, will you?

-Please don't leave .

Ichimatsu

Kitsune

-Ichimatsu, opposed to Karamatsu, probobly hates humans/humanity the most on this list.

-Often times, he was the cause of some humans lost or missing on the mountain. Though, he wouldn't go out of his way for anything unless angered or maybe he just felt malicious that day.

-Humans find him captivating despite his dislike for them. Even so, he won't admit it, but they do fascinate him on some occasions.

-He spots the bandits first, then you after he gets rid of those loud bandits that woke him from his nap. He considers getting rid of you, too.

-But, you're asleep. And, it seemed your leg is caught pretty badly. It doesn't seem like you'll be able to move far with your leg like that. You'll probably be dead in a matter of hours. He doesn't have to do a thing.

-No, he doesn't feel bad for you. Not one bit. You're just an unlucky human caught by the foot like some poor rabbit.

-Ichimatsu does somehow end up carrying you off elsewhere--somewhere more comfortable. Don't be mistaken, he may be helping you, but no further than this.

-Once you're safe in the small cabin, he does the bare minimum with your injuries and once your stable, he leaves.

-You'll wake up alone, and it'll probably be like that for maybe a few hours before you're visited by a stranger.

-Ichimatsu takes care you you between visits, though he doesn't speak to you often. You're probably scared being so close to a monster like himself.

-But, you grow comfortable in his presence and attempt to talk to him. Something he finds real odd, but almost sweet. He still doesn't talk to you though, but he almost wants to.

-His visits grow more frequent, and he even began bringing you gifts. Like dead animals. But, it's the thought that counts!

-He ends up more attached than he would've liked to admit. And, unlike some people on the list, he's more blunt that you remain here with him.

-You'll be stuck with a monster trash like him, but at least here he can keep you warm and fed.

-You're staying put. There's no reason for you to leave anyways.

Jyushimatsu

Inugami

-Honestly, it doesn't matter to Jyushimatsu. He's fairly friendly to any and all who walk in his path. Many run, but it doesn't bother him much.

-Though, if he had to love one thing about them, he absolutely loves their sports and activities. Often goes with Karamatsu to go take part in "human activities".

-But as one can assume, they get comically outed.

-Is fairly kind opposed to some on this list. He won't go out of his way to harm humans regardless how he feels, though when it comes to helping it's a 50/50. Normally at least tries. But, if he doesn't like you, he'll probably just watch with a lead stare.

-When he found you in the snow, you were surrounded, and he had accidentally hit one of the people with a baseball. Completely by accident. But, kinda thinks maybe the accident wasn't that much of an accident.

-Ends up completely making a fool of the group when leading them away. But, he quickly returns to where you had been laying.

-Similar to Choromatsu, he panics at first and is so unsure about how to go about this situation. Obviously he doesn't want to make it worse, but he really doesn't want you to die.

-He carries you off to the small cabin to tend to your wounds. It's sloppy patch-job, but it's alright.

-Watches you while you sleep. Pokes you now and again. When you don't move for too long Jyushimatsu does tend to panic a little but settles when you finally take in that breath of air.

-When you do wake up, he's happy you're up and not dead. Sure, he may not feel too bad if you died, but only because he didn't have a close enough connection to care, but that wouldn't mean he wouldn't care.

-Jyushimatsu tries to stay the entire time your recovering. While he does hover a little, he's more considerate of your space.

-Does whatever he can to make you laugh. Whether it's acting out a skit, telling jokes or just being goofy.

-Doesn't care if it makes him look dumb. As long as he at least gets a smile out of you it doesn't matter.

-Gets way too attached way to quick. And, when you're all better, he gets a little (lying) clingy.

-Whines and may even howl like a kicked puppy. Might even do tricks if it gets you to stay.

-Don't leave yet!!

Todomatsu

Baku-Danuki

-Todomatsu doesn't hate them, but he doesn't care for them either, similar to Osomatsu. However, he's more in with their culture, more so than Karamatsu. Only because he thinks it's cute.

-Prefers some time period clothing to others and can tend to stand out, but language is definitely up to date.

-He views humans/humanity as beneath him, or simply to play into his enjoyment. He has no issues getting rid of anyone that doesn't gives him what he wants out of an interaction. Absolutely stone cold.

-He spots a few humans gathering around, and grows curious as to what grabbed their attention.

-Their wares seem to interest him. Then, there's you. After disposing of the others, he's left with unconscious you. What to do with you.

-Well, you could be useful. You'll pretty much be indebted to him for saving you. Or, at least you should be.

-So, he drags you away from the scene, tenderly caring to your wounds, putting on a sweet and kind persona.

-When you awaken, he greets you gently, coming forward as the one who saved your life after he found you on the brink of death in the snow.

-Skeptical or not, you come around and thank him however you would. Already gaining praise from you. Admittedly, the praise feels...nicer than it should. He brushes it off, what else can he get from you.

-He slyly asks you questions, gaining more information of your personal life over a week, maybe two.

-You get up to do something, and being the ever so kind savior, he takes you back to bed, doing the task for you instead. Not that he wants to. He's playing the long game with your little life.

-But, you thank him, telling him just how kind he is. Todomatsu can't help but grow addicted to that feeling. Being appreciated and validated.

-Slowly, but surely, he begins to grow a bit (a lot) attached. He didn't think it was possible. But, soon he doesn't see you as just a human, but as you.

-Once you get better, he does contemplate poisoning you to get you to stay. Not much to kill you, but enough so he could still take care of you.

-Todomatsu doesn't do it. But, he has heavily considered it.

-He will try his damndest to get you to remain in this little cabin with him.

-You can't go yet! You need him!

So funny that Osomatsu and Karamatsu are my favorites in general, but Todomatsu is my favorite to write for, and Jyushimatsu is my favorite to draw. What.

I still dislike Choromatsu. There is no reason for it.

Anyway if you're here, try Arizona RX Energy Herbal Tonic Tea. It's so damn good. That's all lmao !!

[rednotebooksworld]

Fox Yokai in Heat

NSFW drabble

contains: masturbation, sexual fantasy, use of toys, and unrequited love (one-sided love towards reader)

Summary: a pinning turns to lust when Yuri enters his heat cycle

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His cycle snuck up on him this time around. Usually Yuri has his heat cycle memorized like clockwork yet this time he was surprised by it this morning when he woke up. He called into work to say he wasn’t going to be there due to… personal things… which was the unbearable feeling dizziness and the throbbing of his cock in his sweatpants that he wore to bed that night.

Yuri never missed work, well not never but working at the library was fun for him, mostly because he got to see a certain someone every day, You. Yuri liked you a lot, you’ve talked many times when you would come into the library and you both became very close friends.

He’s gained a bit of a crush on you, you were everything he wanted in a woman, sure you’re human but damn you gave him butterflies. You were smart, funny and very kind. You were absolutely gorgeous in his eyes. He wanted to worship the ground you walked on. The fox yokai was the biggest simp for you.

His rut really made his thought about you run wild. What would you look like underneath him as he thrusted into you? He wanted to here you moan his name. Wet dreams and masturbation were come place for him but his pinning after you made it more worth his while.

Yuri already stripped off his pants and underwear being uncomfortable in them due to how hard his cock felt and he was kinda laying on his bed as he fingered himself as he moaned your name. Mewls left his throat as he scissored his hole after add a another finger. Fuck, he needs more. Removing his fingers from his hole, Yuri scooted over to his bedside table and opened the top drawer, taking out toy and some lube that kept.

His fluffy fox ears went back as soon as he ease the lube covered toy into his open hole. Mewls left his mouth as well as squelching sounds echoed throughout his bedroom as he fisted his cock with his free hand, imagining it was yours as wondered to himself: would you peg him if he asked?

Yuri moaned at the thought of you making him get on all fours as you pounded into him with a strap, pre-cum leaked from his tip as he jerked himself off. A growl rumbled from his throat as he reached his climax. His back arched as he came on his stomach letting out loud moans and slight growls, he honestly wished you caught all of cum with your mouth as his heat flared up again.

[brokenpieces-72]

could we please get a part two for the lion!reader x horangi fic? 🙏🙏

Yes you can. You also get a little treat because why not.

Leo

CoD Hybrid AU | Navigation

Why did you have to be nervous, he was going to bug you about it as soon as he saw you. It was embarrassing enough that you were here. Come on, you’re a lion, buck up. You straighten, and take a deep breath, puffing out your chest. It was just a thank you get together. You had enough money to set proper boundaries and even get your siblings a better situation as well. Horangi had stepped in, and helped you, you owed him at least some food.

“You are up.” A cocky voice said. You looked up and saw a familiar face. Or at least you recognized the voice. Horangi had his neck warmer over his mouth and nose, and wearing glasses. He blended in perfectly with the rest of them, clothed in jackets, gloves and hats. You yourself had your leather jacket on and your scarf. Horangi looked well enough. You swore you could see his cheeky grin even with it covered.

“Did I say I wasn’t?” You asked.

“You said sure I’ll take you for food when we’re in the same neighbourhood.” Horangi pointed out. He wasn’t wrong.

“Any preference or are you at my mercy?” You asked him. Horangi shrugged. He wasn’t a picky eater to begin with. Though you noticed he’s more observant. You offered him your arm and smiled, tugging him along. Your touch seemed to let him relax more as you took him to your favourite restaurant.

Before then König was asking Horangi about you. Of course Spirit got curious as well. Horangi rolled his eyes, assuring you it was just a meeting among two friends, two coworkers.

“Simon and Johnny are coworkers and they do more than just work.” Spirit pointed out. König snickered at the blunt statement.

“Just a friend. Konig can vouch for me.”

“Since when?” Konig asked, with a stupid smile on his face. Horangi had half a mind to shoo both of them away but honestly, you’re one of the nicest things to happen to him.

A big crowded area would make Konig uncomfortable. You know Horangi, and he doesn’t mind crowds. Easier for him to lay low, and avoid people. A small night market was perfect for the occasion. Food stands and booths for you both to try, and plenty of friendly people. Horangi may be out of his element but he was impressed. You were so relaxed. Sure you didn’t have people coming after you for debts, but when last he saw you, you seemed reserved, headstrong and quiet. Yet here you were smiling and messing around at booths selling crafts. Maybe the holidays brought that out of you.

“You could probably take the sunglasses off, I doubt there will be anyone here who wants to collect money from you.” You told him. Horangi was caught off guard by what you said, so it gave you the chance to take off his sunglasses for him. Now you understood why he left them on. There was the remains of a nasty black eye, thankfully healing and useable but enough to make you were. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Horangi asked, trying to turn away and move on. You stared him down, tail whipping from side to side behind you. Horangi made a small growl, as you tugged him forward. He tried to pull away but you pointed out the kids running past behind him. Horangi refused to look at you. You took a quick glance and pulled him aside. He begrudgingly came with you so you could talk more privately finding a small alley.

“What happened?” You repeated. Horangi kept looking down the alley instead of at you. Ugh, of course he had to be such a trope. You took him by the chin and made him face you. “Start… talking.”

You voice could send chills down his spine, while relaxing him at the same time. If anyone would understand it was you. He told you what happened with him and Spirit, and the guilt he felt. “I put a kid in danger, just for going outside. I covered up, and nearly got her killed, and then I messaged you to see if you wanted to go out, and then… I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

There is a moment of silence between you two as you consider everything he told you. You sighed, annoyed. “Really?”

“What?” Horangi shrugged, still refusing to make eye contact until you crossed your arms.

“You think I can’t take care of myself? I’m not a child.” You told him. “And clearly you know that otherwise you wouldn’t come out with me. If you need a break say the word, and we can find another alley. It’s not like I didn’t come without some defence.”

You gave him a warm smile and held his arm. Horangi wasn’t used to the tender side of you but he had to admit it was kind of hot.

“If I need a break?”

“Say the word.” You told him. “This is my way of saying thank you, and making you uncomfortable is the last thing I want.”

Horangi got this glint in his eye, one you’d seen before, his tail brushing your leg. Your face was turning pink, but you guess it was from the cold air.

“Shall we continue then?” He asked. You gave him a smirk and tugged him back to the market smiling and chatting with him. It was a good night, and it didn’t take long for there to be a light snow fall.

The market is filled with plenty of things to do, it's like a small fair. Kids were enjoying maple syrup on snow, some bean bag toss games, and of course snowballs being thrown. You and Horangi ducked stepped out of the way of a few throws. Then you felt a hard packed one fired at your back. You laughed, but it did kind of hurt.

Horangi looked up and saw it was some adult human. Didn't apologize either just smiled looking smug. He attacked a defenseless person in the back, and he was acting smug. Horangi barked at him, saying something in Korean, but you tugged him away. There was some barked comments about his masculinity and hybrids being dirty animals. You flipped them off continuing your stroll.

"Could've fought back." Horangi grumbled.

"And then there would be a fight, and the kids around would get scared, police would be called, fingers would be pointed and nothing would really get resolved." You told him. "We would give them what they want and get nothing out of it."

Horangi had to admit you had a point. You worked for Kortac as a mercenary but you were getting paid, you were getting what you wanted. Equal exchange. Starting a fight here, there would be nothing but problems. Although he had to ask one thing.

"So when you punched the guy at the convenience store...?" Horangi asked.

"Well he was a pig. Needed to be put in his place." You said, folding your arms. "And he was teasing Konig about his height."

Horangi chuckled. You always had to be the bigger person one way or another. It was attractive. Wait.

Horangi waited just outside a small store front, not wanting to be in the way of the other shoppers while you browsed the tables. The mask was back over his face, but it was more as a neck warmer. It seemed to intimidate a few people, which was fine with him. At least it was less likely for him to be hit with snowball. While he focused on you, everyone seemed to ignore him. Except one.

There was a tug on his jacket, that he at first thought was just the material getting caught on something. He brushed it aside, and then he felt a small hand. When Horangi looked down, he found a young boy staring up at him, and politely saying "Excuse me."

Horangi wasn't really used to kids, it had been a while since he'd seen any of his younger relatives. He raised a brow, and then looked around. Where was the boy's parents? The boy said again, "Excuse me?"

"Uhh... yes?" Horangi replied.

"Are you a hybrid?" The boy asked.

"Yes." Horangi answered. The boy's eyes seemed to widen as he asked what kind of hybrid Horangi was. Horangi knelt down so he could talk to the boy a little easier. It was getting pretty crowded, and he didn't want to kid swept up, though he guessed the boy may already have been based on the absence of a parent. The boy was honestly just curious about Horangi and haetaes, asking what Horangi could do, and what it was like.

When you came back from purchasing a small gift, you found the pleasant sight of Horangi letting the boy touch his tail. You also looked around for the child's guardians as you can over.

"You making friends?" You asked Horangi who looked up with the boy. Before Horangi could answer, the boy spoke up.

"Are you a lion?" He asked. You smiled, answering him. Then it was you getting overloaded with questions. You don't mind, he isn't asking anything rude, and you welcome curiousity. You don't mind him touching your tail either. He's having fun but you are concerned about his safety.

"Are your parents nearby?" You asked. The boy stopped looking at your tail and then looked around. Had he not noticed them missing? There was a worried and panicked look on his face, and Horangi stepped in immediately.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll find them. Do you remember where they were last?" Horangi asked. The boy looked on the brink of tears as he shook his head. You stood up and looked around for a security guard or maybe a volunteer running some of the activities.

"Did they have a spot for you to go if got lost?" You asked. The little boy nodded, sniffling. "Do you want us to take you there?"

The boy nodded again. You took the little one's hand as Horangi stood up, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be looking frantic or worried.

Thankfully as soon as you arrived at the spot the boy led you too, the mother was there, and rushed over to hug her child, checking that he was okay, while the boy was apologizing. The woman thanked you both profusely. Honestly it wasn't a problem at all, he was so polite. You waved good bye to your little friend as the mother took him into the crowd, carrying him.

"Not what I thought this thank you would look like." You said, sitting at a table with some food. Horangi shrugged, taking another bite of food.

"Not the worst reunion I've had." He pointed out. Now was a better time than any. You set the small gift bag on the table.

"Not sure if you celebrate but happy early holidays." You said. Horangi was a bit surpised, staring at the back for a moment, before takin it to opened it up. Inside was a necklace with a symbol cut out of wood. A symbol Horangi recognized, symbolizing luck.

"Not one for superstition, but I figured you could use all you could get." You said. Horangi smiled. Jewellery wasn't much his thing, but this, this he would wear. Could tuck it into his shirt if he needed.

"Worried you might lose me?" He teased.

"You know most people would just say thank you." You argued, deflecting the question. Horangi gave you that cheeky grin and you smiled back. Damn that grin was hot. You coughed realizing you were staring. Your face was turning warm.

"Your cheeks are rosy. You cold?" Horangi asked casually.

“Why don't we find a warm drink after this." You said, focusing on your food and avoiding the question.

“Thank you for the gift. I appreciate it.” He said. You relaxed. It would hopefully make him feel safer on missions.

You and Horangi had found warm cider, and a park bench to relax on to people watch. Horangi was still looking around, you were too. You didn’t have very long with each other, maybe a couple more days or so before Horangi had to ship out again. Still, you wanted all the details.

“A wraith? Really?” You said, sipping your drink, while keeping your voice low.

“Caught me off guard too.” Horangi admitted. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“And Konig has more control?”

“Yeah that kid… that kid does something to you. It’s weird.” Horangi said, sipping his cider. He noticed your coy smile. “What?”

“Nothing.” You said. Something about the snow in his hair, and the scars peeking from behind his cup made him adorable and handsome all at once. You wondered if it was part of the lure a yokai could have. Horangi tries to ignore you, but then you get a thought in your head. You’d had this thought before but it was from a distance. And private.

“You know… I didn’t want to say it, cause of your pride.” Horangi started.

“My pride?” You asked, your smile now a scowl of confusion.

“Oh please you think you’re hot shit and you know it.” Horangi said with a raised brow.

“Cause I am hot shit, but go on. Tell me whatever it is that could wound or support my pride.” You commanded, puffing up your chest.

“You…um… you fight good.” He said. That took the wind out of your sail a bit. It was a nice compliment just… not what you’d hoped for.

“Thanks.” You said, feeling a little disappointed. You finished your drink and Horangi finished his quickly after. Suddenly he told you he needed a minute, so you followed him. Okay a little odd. Where was this going? He took you to the alley and you kept scanning the area. Nothing but happy people with a few tired and blank faces. No one trying to cover up their intentions. Horangi started to pace a little. You let him stir for a bit. It would go away. He was overwhelmed. You have a crazy idea. You approach him carefully and take hold of his shoulders. “Hey… what's wrong?"

Horangi stopped as soon as you got in front of him, looking at you. That red on his cheeks wasn't from the cold, and neither was yours. Horangi is still at war with himself because for the longest time he has been hiding, keeping a low profile while taking out higher ones. You weren't an easy target yourself, so he had little to fear for your well being. And he was still debating whether he wanted more than what he had. Once again, he refused to look at you.

"Nothing." Horangi answered after a brief moment of eye contact. Your tail flicked up, and a hand went to his neck. You found the sweet spot easily, and he started involuntarily chuffing. "It's nothing."

"Nothing is wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing at all." He said standing up straight.

"Good..." You said. Another moment passes, and both of you look around. Now was your chance. Horangi noticed your hand was still on his neck and moved his hand to remove it. Then your soft touch became firm. You tugged his mask down in one quick clean motion. You took your shot.

You kissed him. Horangi's eyes widened before relaxing and kissing you back. Your arms went around his neck, while he wrapped his arms around your waist and torso. You two weren't going to see each other for a while. This time was a thank you for the help with your family, but it was a chance to meet up, and see the person who meant a lot to you. You felt his tail go loosely around your leg. The world seemed muffled as you just focused and lost yourself in the moment.

After what felt like hours, your lips parted and you take a moment. Then you realized what had just happened, and you don't think your face has ever felt this red in your life. Now neither of you can make eye contact, and neither of you know what to say.

"S-sorry." You said. Horangi gave you a look. Yeah you couldn't believe you said that either. Then he started to snicker, and you punched him in the arm out of embarrassment. "Shut up!"

"What are you gonna do, kiss me again?" He asked with that same smug and cheeky smile. This joker.

"And what if I do?" You asked, folding your arms. Horangi had the best time when he got you to pout like that. It didn't look like a pout, you hid it well, but he could tell. Horangi's tail hadn't left your leg. He just smiled. The question still remained about what exactly just happened, but he didn't care. That could be discussed at a later date. Instead he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"We should keep going." You said, still flustered. Horangi just grinned, and you wanted to smack him.

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[momo-kageyama]

Spiritual art’s.

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Anime: Dan Da Dan.

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Count Saint-Germain (Sanjome) x R.femele.

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Saint-Germain, a collector of the supernatural, begins to be interested in you, not knowing who you really are. Over time, he realizes that you are different from everything he has ever encountered: neither ordinary human, nor yokai, but something unique.

Y/N is a kind and reserved art teacher, Momo's aunt. Secretly, she is also a powerful shaman who lives disguised among humans, hiding her true nature and being constantly chased by yokais - who arise in a comical and inconvenient way.

After a battle in which you fight together to seal an ancestral yokai, a powerful connection is born between you - no longer of hunting and hunting, but of two rare beings who finally understand each other.

Saint-Germain, once obsessed with possessing the hidden, now wants to protect you - even if you need to conquer your protective yokais one by one.

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—Kami School, arts sector.

A new semester begins. You (Y/N), a charismatic, creative and somewhat esoteric art teacher, has just been hired at the school - where your niece, Momo, studies.

You carry a secret: you are a powerful shaman, constantly chased by clumsy yokais, who try to bother you in absurdly inopportune moments. You hide everything perfectly... more or less.

It was the third day of school. The sun beat strongly on the windows of the studio, and the smell of gouache paint and pastel chalk dominated the environment. You were finishing organizing the brushes when you notice someone watching you from the door with their arms crossed.

- "Professor Y/N, right?" - the voice was firm, polite and loaded with an almost anachronistic elegance.

You looked up. A tall man, with a refined appearance, perfectly combed gray hair and eyes that seemed to know more than they showed, was there. She wore an impeccable suit, completely out of tune with the school environment. He leaned in a courteous gesture.

- "Deputy director Sanjome. I came to give an official welcome. I heard that we have an artist among us."

- "And a gentleman among the deputy directors. What a rare miracle." - you smiled with soft irony, drying your hands on a cloth stained with blue paint.

He didn't laugh. But something in his eyes changed - as if he had found a curious pattern in an abstract painting. You felt the chills on the back of your neck. One of his invisible yokais was trying to pull the lace of his shoe.

Discreetly, you gave a light kick to the side, hitting the air. The yokai hissed softly: "Aiiiii!"

- "...Something wrong?" - Saint-Germain asked, arching an eyebrow.

- "It's just that... the floor is slippery. Paint stains." - you smiled, trying to keep your composure.

He just tilted his head. His eyes moved from his expression to the environment. For a man like him, something there didn't hit.

- "Are you... a relative of the student Ayase?" - he asked casually during the coffee break in the teachers' room.

- "I'm her aunt." - you replied, looking absently through the window - and then, in a corner of the peripheral view, a yokai with a lamp body and octopus legs lurked Momo in the courtyard.

You threw the whole coffee in the trash, pretending to be natural.

- "Oh, I forgot I'm... fasting with caffeine. Spiritual motives."

Saint-Germain stared at the trash can dripping coffee with an expression that bordered on anthropological fascination.

- "Interesting. You seem... very centered. Despite the chaotic environment of this school."

You smiled widely, trying to hide a small living brush-shaped yokai that tried to climb your leg.

— "Meditation. Art. And sometimes, he really prays andly."

He didn't comment, but he was intrigued. There was something in you - that exaggerated serenity, the way your aura seemed to have no noise, and the fact that you look at "nothing" with millimeter-timed frequency.

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Days later, you entered the club room to deliver some artistic materials. Saint-Germain was there, typing on a very modern notebook - but in a suspiciously old-fashioned way, as if it were the first time he used technology after a century.

— "Teacher Y/N. Curious. I thought I would avoid this place."

- "I just came to bring pastel pencils. Art needs color even in paranormal investigation clubs."

You put the materials on the table. Unintentionally, he knocked down a portrait of Momo made by a student - behind him, a talisman fell. One that you had discreetly pasted there to protect your niece.

Saint-Germain caught him before you got it.

He looked. A subtle glow crossed his gaze.

- "This stamp... do you know ofuda well, teacher?"

You gave a short smile.

- "My hobbies involve a lot of paper."

He didn't return the talisman right away.

- "You have many secrets, don't you?"

- "And you haven't been deputy director for a long time, have you?"

Silence.

He returned the paper and leaned slightly, now with another energy: that of a man deeply interested - not only in finding out what you were, but in unraveling each layer as if you were a supernatural puzzle in the form of a woman.

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At the end of that month, an infestation of small yokai invaded the school. They couldn't hurt you, but they caused general chaos: furniture moved by itself, paintings fell from the walls, and there was always an inexplicable smell of ginger.

You left discreetly at night, drawing a protective circle with chalk on the studio floor.

But when he turned around, he was there.

- "I knew I'd find you after hours. And still with chalk, not brushes."

You sighed, tired.

- "If you're going to deny me, let it be after I expel this yokai with a toilet face who hid in the clay closet."

He didn't answer. He just watched, while the closet trembled and a weird grunt echoed from inside.

- "...You're a shaman."

- "You are a cursed old man, probably immortal, who hides in a school."

Silence again.

He laughed. For the first time, he really laughed.

- "I accept this tie."

You laughed too.

- "Great. So close your eyes and don't move anything."

And while you exorcised the yokai with a brush bathed in coarse salt and sunflower oil, Saint-Germain just watched... with a sparkle in his eyes. For the first time in centuries, someone had surprised him.

And he definitely wanted to know more.

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The teachers' room was strangely silent for an end of work. You were sitting with a cup of jasmine tea, reading a sketchbook. The weather was calm... until the chair next to him moved by itself.

You didn't even look.

- "Not now. I'm in human time."

But it wasn't a yokai.

- "I also prefer the night for more... spiritual matters."

You turned your face. Saint-Germain was there. Discreetly elegant, as always, now watching your notebook - where you had, by mistake, sketched a snake yokai with too much anatomical details to be just imagination.

He extended a gloved finger over the paper, without touching it.

- "You see them. You understand them. You even draw as if you had lived with them."

You just smiled.

- "Every artist lives with monsters."

He then stretched out his hand - slowly, without breaking eye contact - and with his index finger, passed through the edge of his aura. You felt an intense chill. He noticed.

- "Curious. Your energy is contained. Condensed. You are a living seal."

You collected the notebook calmly.

- "And you're the kind of man who likes to discover things that should still be locked up."

Saint-Germain didn't deny it. He just said, with that monotonous tone and loaded with double meaning:

- "That's exactly why I'm so interested in you."

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It was supposed to be just another normal day.

But an old yokai - a sealed entity that you had forgotten to review - woke up in the basement of the studio. He used as a receptacle... a clay sculpture made by a first-year student.

The creature took shape, grew three meters, and started screaming:

- "Y/N! MY ETERNAL WIFE! I'VE ARRIVED!"

You froze. Momo widened his eyes. Several students ran. And you whispered through your teeth:

- "Damn. It's Kazuzuki. I thought he had reincarnated in a cat."

The yokai chased you for centuries and you always deceived him. Now he was possessed by a ceramic sculpture.

You ran to the storage room, making seals with your hands, preparing an imprisonment circle... and then heard calm steps behind you.

Saint-Germain, of course. With your hands in your pockets.

- "Do you need help with your clay admirer?"

You were sweaty, tired and irritated.

- "He was once a spiritual war general, but now he's just a clay stalker with romantic delusions. Typical of my ex-yokais."

He observed everything - and then, without you asking, he drew a seal in the air with a precise, elegant and frighteningly magical movement.

The creature froze. For five seconds.

- "You... know how to use ritual magic." - you widened your eyes.

- "Let's say that... I learned by watching. And you are very didactic."

And there, something changed.

Saint-Germain, for the first time in centuries, felt a pulse in his chest. Curiosity, fascination... and the seed of a kind of dangerous desire: to possess you.

But not like you have a secret. As if you were a rare and living art, which he didn't want to let slip.

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In the following weeks, he began to appear more.

In your studio.

In the hallway of Momo's room.

Near your closets.

But always with a polite pretext: review school rules, do an inspection, check security against yokais (which theoretically no one knew existed).

He presented you with an old case, beautifully carved with forgotten symbols. You recognized the seals: it was a spiritual containment case. A gift from someone who knew exactly what you were facing... and wanted you to know that he was watching.

- "Do you think you're studying me, Sanjome?"

- "I'm admiring. And trying to understand how you still breathe with so many eyes on the other side staring at you."

- "Maybe I'm just waiting for someone to understand that I don't want to be collected."

He looked at you like a researcher who just discovered that his object of study... had heart. And it was hitting very hard.

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He didn't sleep. I didn't need it. But that week... he fell asleep.

And dreamed of you.

With its brushes turning into golden snakes. With his eyes being mirrors that showed himself - fragile, human, young again.

He woke up with his hand extended in the dark, as if trying to reach you.

Alone, he whispered:

- "It's not just a play. She's the whole board."

And the next day, he showed up in your living room.

With a rose. Not a common one - one made of braided exorcism paper.

You just looked.

- "Is this a threat, a gift... or an apology?"

He replied, with the softest voice you've ever heard from him:

- "That's all. But above all... it's an invitation."

- "For what?"

- "To stop running away."

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The school was evacuated because of an electric storm. Only you stayed. The teachers had left. The students, too. Except Momo, who was still waiting for her mother to pick her up - and you took her to the studio, to draw while the storm passed.

Everything was going well until the lights flashed.

And the seal you kept hidden behind the mirror wall - a seal that hid a centuries-old spiritual crack - broke.

You noticed at the time.

He closed the door, locked it, told Momo to hide, and activated the small seals attached to his paint necklace.

But you didn't expect Saint-Germain to be there too.

He appeared on the door frame as if he had come out of the shadows - with the same calm look, but more attentive. His eyes were darker than usual. As if he already knew.

- "You tried to hide it from me. Why?"

You didn't answer. I was busy holding one of the yokais that had emerged from the mirror. He looked like a bird made of iron and fire.

- "Because collectors like you only see value in controlled chaos. And I don't want to be another item in your window."

Saint-Germain walked among the smaller yokais as if they didn't dare to touch him. And, in fact, they didn't dare.

- "Do you think you can still hide who is from me?"

- "I don't think you still know who you are around me."

Silence. Tense. Almost mystical.

And then he stopped in front of you. Eyes on yours. There was no more theatricality, no more sarcastic smiles. Just... true.

- "You're the only person I can't classify. You are not an ordinary human being. Not even a mystical creature. You are a cross... between what I fear and what I desire."

You whispered:

- "And you're the man I should seal. But, for some reason... I still let you in."

The mirror exploded in ethereal fragments. The oldest yokai, a creature with five mouths and a central eye, emerged from the crack.

— "You promised, Y/N. Centuries ago. You were my guardian, my devotee. The time has come. I came to pick you up."

Saint-Germain looked at you.

A moment of understanding. He knew now. Everything.

— *"You're an ancestral shaman. Sealer. Guardian of forbidden portals. Who lives among humans as an art teacher. And I..."

He stopped. He snapled his fingers.

Behind him, a wind made of energy codes opened - like a floating mandala.

Your invocation blade appeared. He held her like a knight in a temple.

- "...I'm the only man capable of protecting her - or destroying her."

You stood between him and the yokai.

- "It's not time to show power. It's time to decide who to trust."

Saint-Germain hesitated.

Then, he lowered the blade.

And said:

- "You. I choose you."

You sealed the creature together.

The merger of his powers created a new seal. A unique mandala - made with paint, blood and light. A non-verbal pact, but eternal.

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– After the battle

Momo slept on a pillow in the studio.

You cleaned the mystical paint splashes from the walls.

Saint-Germain approached with a cloth and began to help - silence between you.

Until he said, without looking:

- "You may have hidden your nature from everyone. But not from me. And now that I've seen it... I can't see it."

You didn't answer.

He then turned his face slowly towards her. The distance between you has decreased. He stretched out one of his hands to touch her face. A rare gesture. Contained. Almost... human.

- "Y/N... if I say I want to understand you more... that I want to keep you - not as an object, but as part of me... would you run away?"

You smiled for the first time in weeks.

- "If I ran away... I would have already left the country."

He laughed. Low. A strange sound coming from him.

And then, he got closer.

The lips almost touched yours.

But at that very moment... a yokai the size of a cat jumped on his shoulder, throwing a lotus petal in Saint-Germain's face.

- "Kiss only after you get married!" - shouted the little yokai, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Saint-Germain blinked. You sighed.

- "Ignore. They are... possessive protectors."

- "They hate me."

- "They hate anyone who approaches."

He walked away, with an almost affectionate smile on the corner of his mouth.

- "So I'll have to convince them too. One by one."

You looked at him.

And he knew: the obsession had become something else.

No more desire to own.

But I want to belong.

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[flowerbetweenfangs]

Writings/Stories Masterlist!

I didn't realize how many of these there were. So I decided to put them all here. Note: these are stories as opposed to little drabbles/random thoughts. I might have to make a tag for those as well. @-@

Put under a read more because this list got LONG.

(Most Recent first)

Love Bite: M!Zombie/Ghoul/F! Reader. A woman sneaks into a cathedral on zombie feeding night to confront their leader.

Song of Summer: M!Forest God/Spriggan/F! Human. A woman recounts the summer she embraced her sexuality.

Bring the Storm: M!Djinn/F!Reader. A woman comes to a djinn's lair, seeking knowledge.

Lesson In Discipline: M!Werewolf/GN! Reader. A human decides to douse themselves with pheromones to attract the attention of a local werewolf and gets more than they bargained for.

Of A Feather: M! Harpy/F! Human (One Shot)

Breeding Season: M! Minotaur/F! Cowperson/Hautaur (One Shot)

Traditions: M! Minotaur/F! Human Reader (One shot, part of a script series that I am planning on turning into a series of shorts)

Cream Filling: Reverse Harem/F! Human. A series about a woman who takes up a serving job at a demon run cafe. Between her monstrous coworkers and clientele, she may be in over her head...

Marked by the Moon: M! Werewolf/F! Human/Werewolf. A series about a vet who is scratched by a wolf. During the next full moon, she runs wild... But She's not alone.

Lips of an Angel: M! Angel/M! Human. A man goes out to a bar and finds himself in some... Heavenly company.

Holy Light: F! Elemental/GN! Reader. (Series, Currently on Hiatus) A paladin discovers a sapient flame and decides to take them under their wing.

Caged: M! Lionman/GN! Reader (Series, currently on hiatus) A noble finds themselves in possession of an interesting leonine.

In Shadows: GN! Shadow/GN! Reader. (One Shot) a shadow monster saves the reader.

Disguises: M! Kitsune (although kinda GN? They're an old god)/ GN! Reader. Series. on hiatus. The reader accidentally pleases and weds an old god!

Burning Love: M! Demon/F! Reader. Craving a lover, a woman summons a demon to bewitch him... But finds what she craves may be right in front of her...

Seeds of Harvest: Multiple M! / F! Human. (Two parts) A follower of the old gods finds how possessive they can be.

Cuddles and Comfort: M! Werewolf/GN! Reader. One shot/fluff. The reader comforts their werewolf lover on 4th of July.

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Whispers In Dreams: A paranormal horror about a literary teacher who stumbles into the world of yokai. (Book On Amazon.)

[hitwiththefandomz]

Shhh I should be sleeping but I’m sneaking in a post inspired by this blerb by @desceros

It’s a x-reader perspective but I’m throwing my oc in there cause that’s how ma brain picture this story

I wanna illustrate the whole story because it is so art, but I have so many wips already. Maybe in the future? (・・?)

[belit0]

Indra was not a character I paid much attention to, as I saw him as a historical figure of the Uchiha clan. However, in real life it wasn't until I found your blog that I quite liked him. I can request Indra as a partner, and he is not a human creature, but a yōkai who likes to provoke intensely 😏😏

Anything related to Indra makes me so happy, writing that man is my life’s purpose. I’m glad you can see him from another perspective!!

The air is thick with something ancient. Something unseen, watching.

(Y/N) knows better than to acknowledge it. She walks through the darkened corridors of their shared home, candlelight flickering, shadows stretching like claws against the walls. Yet she feels it—him.

A shift in the air. A whisper of breath.

Her pulse betrays her before anything else.

-Running, are we?- His voice, smooth as silk yet edged with something sharp, drifts through the silence.

Her breath catches. -I wasn’t.-

Indra hums. A lie. He hears it in the delicate flutter of her heart. In the way her fingers twitch at her sides.

-Mm. Then why do you tremble?-

Before she can react, warmth is at her back—pressing, caging. Clawed fingers trace the line of her throat, slow, deliberate, the cool press of his sharpened nails making her shiver. His breath fans against her neck, lips just shy of grazing.

-I wonder,- he muses, voice deep, teasing, -what it is that excites you more. The chase— a claw drags lower, ghosting the length of her arm, —or the thought of being caught?-

Her fingers curl into fists. She hates that he’s right.

Indra chuckles, dark, knowing. -Oh, little shadow. I do love unraveling you.-

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The night air is cool, but (Y/N) feels warm. Too warm.

Indra’s presence is suffocating. A weight that wraps around her, dark and possessive.

She had known the moment he arrived. Before he spoke. Before he moved. Before his red eyes burned into her with something dangerously close to anger.

-You let that man touch you today.-

The words are calm. Deceptively so.

(Y/N) exhales, steadying herself. -It was nothing.

A mistake.

Indra moves.

Before she can step away, he’s there, caging her against the wooden frame of their home, one clawed hand braced beside her head, the other curled just beneath her chin, tilting it up. Not harsh, not forceful—just enough to make her look at him. Just enough to remind her who he is.

-Nothing,- he echoes, voice low, dangerous.

His breath fans against her lips. (Y/N) swallows.

-You forget,- he murmurs, red gaze sharp, molten, -I see everything.-

She does not deny it. What use would it be? He already knows.

Indra’s fingers ghost down the line of her jaw, his nails just barely skimming the surface, making her remember how easy it would be for him to pierce that thin layer of skin.

-You let him touch you,- he says, quieter now, but no less intense. -And you smiled.-

(Y/N) blinks.

Ah.

So this is what it’s about.

-The blacksmith?- she asks, arching a brow. -You mean when he handed me the bracelet?-

Indra does not answer immediately.

He doesn’t need to.

(Y/N) sighs. -It was nothing.

He hums, unconvinced. -Is that so?-

His lips brush her temple, slow, deliberate. Then lower, tracing a path down the side of her face, his breath hot against her cheek.

(Y/N) exhales. -You’re being unreasonable.-

-Am I?

His fingers—long, clawed, deceptively gentle—trail from her jaw down her throat, over the pulse beating just beneath her skin.

(Y/N) knows she’s playing with fire. Knows she should not provoke him.

And yet.

-He was kind,- she says, voice quiet, but firm. -He complimented my hands.-

Indra stills.

(Y/N) almost laughs at how easy it is. How simple.

-You are testing me,- he murmurs, a smile curling against her skin. Not his usual smirk, not the sharp, knowing grin of a yōkai who always wins, but something darker.

And then—

The air shifts.

One hand slides to her waist, slow, deliberate, fingers pressing in just enough to remind her of his strength, his presence. The other—cool, clawed, merciless—trails lower, down her wrist, curling around the very hand the blacksmith had complimented.

-You mean these hands?- Indra asks, lifting her palm, bringing it to his lips.

(Y/N) barely has time to react before he bites.

Not harsh. Not cruel. Just enough.

Her breath stutters.

Indra hums in approval.

-Mm,- he muses, tracing the mark with his tongue, his grip tightening. -Then perhaps I should remind you whose hands these truly are.-

(Y/N) shudders.

And Indra—Indra smiles.

He always wins.

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(Y/N) should have known better.

She had taunted him, pushed him, and played with things she shouldn't have, now suffering the consequences.

It started earlier in the evening. A passing remark, a teasing glance—something small, harmless. At least, that’s what she had thought. Indra had been lounging, half-draped across the tatami, red eyes half-lidded with something unreadable, yōkai arrogance radiating from him like heat.

And (Y/N), foolishly, had decided to push.

-You’re not as terrifying as you pretend to be,- she had murmured, tilting her head, feigning contemplation. -I think you just like acting as if you are.-

A mistake.

Because now—now he is here, in front of her, too close, too composed, red gaze dark and unreadable as he watches her with the patience of an animal.

-Ah,- Indra muses, stepping forward, slow, measured. -You truly are foolish, little shadow.-

(Y/N) lifts her chin. -You cannot always have your way.-

Indra hums, as if considering her words. -No?

(Y/N) refuses to move. Refuses to step back.

And Indra—Indra watches, red eyes gleaming with something that makes her breath hitch, makes her heart thrum with something dangerously close to anticipation.

-Defiant,- he murmurs, almost to himself. -But trembling.-

(Y/N) loathes that he’s right.

His fingers brush her wrist. Not harsh, not forceful—just a whisper of touch, a reminder that he could hold her down, restrain her, break her if he wanted to. But he does not. He never has to.

Because (Y/N) is already trapped.

Indra studies her with quiet amusement, the sharp gleam of his gaze drinking in every tell—every flicker of her throat when she swallows, every unsteady breath she tries to disguise as steady.

-Tell me, little shadow,- he muses, voice rich with something unreadable, -Is it truly defiance that sets your pulse aflame— his fingers drift, an aimless, idle thing, tracing the space between them like a promise unspoken, —or have you simply never learned the difference?"-

(Y/N)’s breath stirs, uneven despite herself. -You talk too much.-

Indra’s lips twitch—not quite a smile, more a slow, knowing pull at the corners.

-And yet— his voice dips lower, a quiet press against the edge of her composure, —you haven't left.-

(Y/N) stiffens.

Indra smirks.

He is still not touching her. Not fully. Just hovering, teasing, promising.

(Y/N) refuses to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

And that—that is her second mistake.

Indra hums, considering. Then—without warning—his hand grips her nape, forcing her gaze up, forcing her to see the dark amusement in his eyes, the quiet, patient cruelty of a yōkai who has spent centuries perfecting the art of control.

-You still don’t understand, do you?- he murmurs, tilting his head.

(Y/N) swallows.

Indra’s grip is not tight. Not punishing. But it holds weight, a silent promise of what he could do.

-You think you have a choice,- he muses. -That you can push, provoke, mock—and walk away unscathed.-

(Y/N) exhales, slow, steady. -And if I do?

Indra smiles.

Not his usual smirk, not the sharp, knowing grin of a yōkai who always wins—but something darker.

-You won’t,- he murmurs, low and quiet, lips barely grazing hers, mocking her restraint.

A breath. A pause.

Then, deliberately, Indra shifts.

The smallest movement. Subtle. Controlled. A slow press of his hips against hers, barely-there, teasing, a touch so light it might as well be imagined—

And yet.

(Y/N) inhales, sharp.

Indra feels it. Feels the way she stills, the way her body betrays her before her mind can catch up, the way her fingers twitch like she wants to hold something.

And Indra laughs.

Soft. Taunting. Destructive.

-Easy, so easy,- he whispers, lips just barely brushing her jugular vein, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath her skin.

(Y/N) doesn’t respond.

She can’t.

Because Indra—Indra is cruel.

Cruel in the way he knows. Knows that she wants him to move. Knows that she wants him closer. Knows that if he keeps teasing, keeps taunting, she will lose whatever pathetic grip on control she is pretending to have.

Indra exhales, a soft chuckle against her throat.

-You act as if you hate this,- he murmurs. -As if you hate me.-

(Y/N) clenches her jaw.

Indra smirks.

-And yet,- he continues, pressing just enough to make her inhale, to make her bite back a sound, -your body tells me something else entirely.-

(Y/N) shudders.

And Indra— yeah, Indra smiles. Again.

Because yes, that creature, always wins.

[janekarayel]

Doodle Tara shylars

[chimaerakirin]

Out Like A Light

Sometimes the line between man and monster is blurred. You're saved from one by the other, but it's not what you might expect. Sometimes indifference is benevolence. Your savior wasn't being kind, your tormentors just violated his boundaries. But now you're in his home, and you're stuck there. He's not so distant as he seems though, is he?

Many thanks to @shigarakislaughter for beta-reading.

TW: Inaccurate medical care.

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Sulfur And Moss

You wake up to the faint whiff of rotten eggs and a blazing ache in every muscle. Your foot and your shoulder, however, are oddly numb, and just a bit tingly. You reach up to the latter and find strips of what feels like raw silk plastered over something squishy, and a half-dry green paste on your fingertips besides. You sit up to find more of the same green stuff on your bruised knee, and your broken ankle has been set and splinted, more silk wrapped around bamboo pieces.

The treatment is reassuringly competent for how primitive it is. You think, anyway. That looks like a good splint, but you can only guess as far as the green stuff goes. That's a poultice, right?

Less reassuring is the fact that your clothes are gone. You're still wearing your panties, at least, but your pants, bra, shirt, and jacket are nowhere that you can see, and the same for your shoes.

What you can see is stone. Stone walls, stone ceiling, stone floor. All naturally rough, although you're not directly on the last one. There's an old-fashioned reed mat under you, layered over by what looks like a couple of deer pelts. You can't see the exit of the cave, but there's a stone lantern flickering with flame, which is the only reason you can see at all. There's a bowl on the floor next to you, water floating with some kind of leaf shreds.

You eye it suspiciously for a minute, remembering the coffee, then pick the leaf bits out and sniff it. The water is hot, so it's arguably more of a very weak tea at this point, but after one tiny test sip and several minutes of anxious waiting with no effect, you don't really care what's in it, and drain the rest of it.

There's nothing to do but think then, so you lay back down and close your eyes. When you open them again, there's another bowl of leaf-water and a few roughly peeled mountain yams. Not exactly your favorite, especially raw, but your stomach is growling and they are edible as is. You crunch them down slowly, then drain the leaf-water and lay back down.

When you wake for the third time, your shoulder is hot and stiff, your vision blurry. You blink, and you're sitting up. You blink again, and your shoulder is bare. You shiver nauseously at the sight. It shouldn't be that red, should it? You blink, and you're laying back down, a straw of some kind dripping liquid into your dry mouth. Red eyes surrounded by white stare down at you.

"Why are you helping me?" you whisper.

"You bled on my tree," is the answer, quiet and raspy.

You blink, and the eyes vanish. A crooning sound warbles in your ears, odd but soothing.

"Are you the mountain god?" you ask.

There's no answer, just more crooning.

You dream of being chased. You try to run. Strong hands hold you down, and red eyes bore into yours.

"Sleep," comes the demand.

When you wake again, the haze is gone. So is the bandage on your shoulder, showing a raw red scar bracketed by a square of much smaller healed punctures. Your ankle doesn't hurt anymore, although at some point the silk splint has been replaced by something like a papier-mache boot. You… might be able to stand now.

You try.

You almost succeed, too. You just run into the slight problem of being weak as a kitten, and you sit back down with a thump.

The sound brings footsteps, and you tense. Then your jaw drops.

The mountain god, if that's what he is, is most definitely not human. His bare feet are blackened and clawed, his visible skin birch-pale, his hair a long tangle of ghostly white, his eyes scarlet with nightshine pupils. Long-healed scars slash through the left corner of his mouth and the center of his right eyelid. His ears are long and pointed, but not as long as the fluffy antenna that twitch atop his head. At first glance, he's wrapped in a long silvery cloak with a shaggy fur collar, but the red eye-like circles at the corners of the drape remind you of what you saw just after your hunters were torn apart. Moth wings, folded around him.

"What?" he asks.

"I— Where am I?"

"My home." He looks annoyed. "Why did you try to get up?"

"I can't sit here forever, can I?" Your skin doesn't seem dirty in the literal sense, but you definitely need a scrub, and when you run your fingers through your hair you grimace. "I'm thirsty, hungry, and I feel disgusting. And I'd like my clothes back if you don't mind."

One hand reaches out from under his wing, black-tipped and clawed just like his feet. You think he's going to help you up, but instead he kneels and carves a talon through the boot so that it falls in pieces to the floor. Then he pulls you up by the bicep. "This way."

He leads you through the cave, deeper underground, to where the smell of rotten eggs is overwhelming. The light here is different, diffused through steam, and comes from the reflection and refraction of an array of polished metal plates and carefully arranged crystals, all carrying firelight from a lantern up the tunnel. The way sulfur streaks line the walls and the edge of the natural hot spring, it's more than an aesthetic choice.

He lets go of your arm and points to the pool. "Wash."

"I need something to wear when I get out," you remind him.

His antenna flatten and he turns away. "Humans," you think you hear him mutter. "I will return," is said louder.

You succeed at not falling into the pool, and sit on the edge to peel your panties off. They're nowhere near the color they started, but not stained with anything truly unfortunate. Well, other than dried blood. Which is… concerning. Arguably more than the fact that your broken ankle is healed. How long have you been here that your period has come and gone?

You slide the rest of the way into the water and hiss at the heat, it's at the very edge of human tolerance. You spend several minutes soaking anyway. Only then do you start scrubbing at your skin. You have to use a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool for that. Luckily something about the water seems to just suck the oil buildup off of you, including out of your hair when you dunk your head under the water. The bigger challenge there is picking the tangles out, because you're well past the point of easy finger-combing. You've cleaned up as best you can, and have gone back to soaking by the time the mountain god returns.

He's carrying a bundle of fabric, so apparently he did get you clothes. "Can you get out on your own?" he asks.

There's something distinctly grumpy about him, and you're not sure what. You try to climb out of the pool, and manage to get as far as kneeling on the edge. He doesn't scoff at that, not openly, but he doesn't look happy either, as he pulls you to your feet and shoves a piece of fabric at you. It's flannel, worn thin and faded, irregularly shaped like a shirt that's been taken apart at the seams and restitched into something flat.

Which is exactly what it is, you realize, and you hope it's intended as a towel because that's how you're going to use it. You certainly can't wear it anymore. He doesn't say anything, and just stands there until you start to wrap it around your torso. Then he hands you a different piece of fabric, this one the pale green and slightly rough texture of raw silk. It's clearly not a towel, and in fact turns out to be something like a sleeveless yukata, one that comes to just a bit above your knees.

Well… You did just get out of an onsen, sort of.

"Follow," he says, turning to leave the chamber again.

He ends up having to help you up the tunnel, because it is up and you're still too unsteady for slopes. He does take you back to the room you were in, but he doesn't stop there, and takes you down a different tunnel. The room he stops in has a natural shelf in it, and a basin with a clear spring tricking out of the wall into it.

You almost trip over your own feet getting to the water, and down two double hand-scoops of water before you stop to breathe. At that point you see a bowl dangling in front of your face, the familiar stone one you drank from before you got sick, the rim pinched between three of his fingers. You take it sheepishly and fill it, then drink from it more slowly.

Once you've finally fixed the thirst problem, all that's left is the hunger, and that's solved soon enough. The mountain god reaches up to a silk net bag hanging from the ceiling and fishes a few apples out of it, holding them out.

They're standard Fuji apples, as far as you can tell, and decently fresh. As you bite into one, the crisp texture and burst of sweet juice confirm both perceptions. You scrape the core clean when you reach it, then bite into the second one.

"How long have I been here?" you ask once you've eaten about half of it.

"A moon and a half."

You blink. "How was I not hungrier? Or dirtier?"

"My home is clean," he growls, sounding annoyed. Or maybe offended. You're not sure, but the tips of his wings ripple ominously, the eyes almost seeming to blink. Then he gestures to the apples, and another net bag that holds more mountain yam. "I poured plant sludge down your throat."

"Oh. Thanks. Um. The… leaves in the water?"

He outright glowers at you now. "If you had eaten those, you might not have gotten sick."

Heat flushes across your cheeks. "Yeah, well, it's not like I knew that… I'm pretty sure I got in this whole mess in the first place because my coffee was drugged, so you'll have to forgive me for being wary of mystery drinks. What was that, anyway? Did I get sacrificed to those tengu or something?"

He scoffs. "Those weren't tengu. They were humans. Stupid ones."

Humans? The mountain god seems… relatively benevolent, so he probably wasn't involved in the disappearances in the woods. The sightings — red eyes and winged shadows — maybe, but not the disappearances. Actually, maybe the tengu costumes were to take advantage of the sightings… The red eyes seemed kind of artificial, thinking back. But that's a… you hesitate to say smart, because praising people who almost killed you is icky, but it was a fairly clever set-up. "What was stupid about them? Three years and no one actually said it might be a serial killer."

"They died the same as their father did. The same mistake."

"Trying to kill someone at… your tree?" You take another bite of the apple and chew slowly, thinking. "Wait, their father? Thirty years ago? Well, twenty-five?"

He nods shortly.

"That was a serial killer? You stopped him?"

"I don't care what humans do as long as they stay out of my woods. If they must intrude, they should have offerings, and other dead humans don't count."

That… makes sense. And is sort of reassuring, that he doesn't approve of human sacrifice. You finish the second apple, then almost drop the core. "Wait, what did I offer?"

He doesn't answer.

Then another thought hits you. It was a week from Halloween. If it's been a month and a half… This is Tohoku. "The weather… I have to get back to town before it snows!"

"Too late," he says bluntly. "It will snow within two days. It will be a week before you can walk that far."

"Wh… what?"

"Unless you're very good at woodcraft, you'll have to wait for the spring thaw to leave."

"…Oh."

You sit down hard.

[2-dsimp]

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—> <Kitsune trait (Trick them): Pretend to have amnesia>

{80% success rate}

[You’ve met the criteria!]

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[YOU HAVE AN IMPORTANT UPDATE!]

Player stats window [Currently Closed]

—> {Open?}

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Main mission: Escape the pocket dimension!

—> [Completion bar: 9%]

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1st objective: Infiltrate the yokai

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—> Sub-objective: <SuRvIvE the Judge>

{CLEAR conditions:Prove that you’re not a threat}

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Current location: [Fontaine] {Warden’s office}

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<Neuvillette <The Hydro Dragon>

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[Relationship: Strangers]

Affection lvl: 🔒 [Censored]

Suspicion lvl: 15/30 {His suspicion has remained neutral.}

Envy/Insanity: 🔒 (Requirements unfulfilled)

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<Wriothesley <The ??? Warden>

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[Relationship: Strangers]

Yokai type: ??? (Currently Undiscovered)

Affection lvl: 🔒 [Censored]

Suspicion lvl: 35/50 {His suspicion has remained neutral}

Envy/Insanity: 🔒 (Requirements unfulfilled)

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The hydro dragon and the Warden both are noticeably miffed at your admittance to having amnesia.

Wriothesley remains unconvinced, however his posture eases up slightly. He’s still on guard towards you for your previous claims.

Neuvillette still remains neutral. all he wants is the answers he seeks.

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<ALERT>

You’ve tapped into your Kitsune side! You’re going through a slight metamorphosis. The top of your head is feeling quite itchy…

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<WARNING>

Neuvillette asked you a question!

Be wise on what truths you decide to reveal! Sometimes second guessing yourself could prove to be useful~

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—> {Truth: Say no}

<Are you sure you want to do this?>

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—> (Lie: Say yes)

<Are you sure you want to do this?>

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—> <Kitsune trait (Immersion): Naturally tap into your Kitsune origin to comprehend the blighted>

{90% success rate}

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<Are you sure you want to do this?>

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—> <Kitsune trait: Try to charm them subliminally> [Choose one target]

<Charm Wriothesley>

(70% chance rate)

<Charm Neuvillette>

(75% chance rate)

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