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Merfolk Headcanons

My take on merfolk from their biology to societies. Expect a good chunk of my works to incorporate these to an extent. Any fandom related ones like for KN8 will be labeled as such. Y'all are free to utilize this if you want. The only thing I ask is to maybe link the page so others can see it for themselves! Let's get started.

Merfolk consists of multiple species than just mermaids and mermen. Sirens, Selkies, Nereids are some examples amongst this diverse species. I can't forget the various subspecies and hybrids that slowly emerge from this tree of evolution.

Merfolk are related to humans through a distant ancestor. These individuals began to steadily adapt traits perfect for aquatic environments. An evolution that soon made them amphibious in nature before truly becoming the mers known today.

Merfolk slowly began to disappear from the eyes of their land locked relatives. Quite a few believe it was due to rising conflict between both races. Whatever the reason, the aquatic species soon faded into legend as they lived in their own underwater communities.

Of course merfolk also had their major conflicts just like humans. Even civil wars before a treaty was put in place to avoid self made extinction. This treaty led to a massive renaissance amongst the species, particularly in the realm of medicine.

Antidotes, antibiotics, vaccines, and any other cure to the ocean's maladies. Multiple species of merfolk were venomous in nature so these cures dropped illness or death from poisoning drastically. Especially since young mers have difficulty controlling their venomous bites and stings.

The latest development in merfolk medicine was actually prosthetics. Whether materials from items humans tossed to the sea or what their natural environment has to offer varied. Even merfolk can suffer grievous injuries so these prosthetics could make living easier.

(Kaiju No. 8) When kaiju began to infest the sea, multiple merfolk inventions were halted and possibly lost. The schematics to prosthetics were one such thing. Stone slabs depicting these life saving aids often found themselves in places like auction houses.

Another type of merfolk creation was bath soap, especially bubble bath. These aquatic individuals do love a good bath and multiple bathing places are hidden amongst the sea. Even hot springs which became popular with the elderly or ailing mers.

Merfolk bath products are 100% environment friendly compared to most of their human counterparts. Some even have more potency in certain areas. Merfolk bubble bath create huge bubbles that are able to be entered and played inside. Although caution is advised as they are meant to be played around water since contact with land or a sharp object would pop them.

Like humans, merfolk have planned on how to handle disasters. Especially if it makes the upper part of the ocean too dangerous for them to live. An emergency 'bunker' deep within the sea referred to as the Depths.

Should an event occur that requires this shelter, nearly all merfolk will retreat to the Depths. How long they stay down there varies but there's enough materials and supplies to keep them alive but also content. Not all merfolk retreat to the Depths as a good chunk of pods decide to tough it out.

Whether its stupidity or hubris which drives these rare few are unknown. Though the chances of their situation becoming complicated also arise. Some mers are born with a dormant mutagenic gene.

It slumbers amongst the unaware population unless certain perimeters are met. The main reason being if the environment in question has deemed itself too hostile for the host to survive. It's at the moment where it'll awaken and begin to mutate the mer.

The mutations depend on what is potentially threatening the host's life. Adaptations can be minor like hardening of scales, the ability to camouflage, being able to withstand inhospitable environments, etc. However there are occurrences where the mer becomes monstrous.

(KN8) Due to the threat being kaiju, the mutation merfolk go through is called Pseudo Kaijufication. The hosts in question begin taking on kaiju traits from size, advanced regeneration and even develop unique abilities. All of them share a stinger-like tail which is actually their old body's tail fin rendered useless.

These mutations often come at a cost as they become less merman/mermaid to fit their new kaiju genetics. Kafka lost his ability to take on human form and his enchanting song. In exchange he got a powerful ability in the form of Self Biological Manipulation alongside electrokinesis.*

All merfolk possess the power to take on human form. This requires the individual to dry themselves on land. Inside their body is a gene that is responsible for the transformation via their skin.

Whenever dry, a mer's body will expel the excess moisture creating a thick screen of dry steam as a result. All their animal traits recede into human ones without the needed water sustaining it. Some spontaneous fog banks are the result of Leviathan class merfolk taking human form.

If their outer skin touches water then they revert back. The gene orders their body to draw in water particles within the air at a rapid rate. Moister the area, the faster the reversion is. Some crafty merfolk created tonics that can temporarily nullify this gene for a few hours.

Quite a few members of the species secretly live amongst humans. No one knows how many people have a merfolk lineage but some guess around 22%. A human/mer couple can bear human and mer offspring.

The chances for either varies between individuals. Whether the 'mother' is human or mer doesn't matter at all. A few scholars believe it's because both races are distant relatives thus they share similar genetics.

The animal half of a merfolk usually affects their mannerisms and biology on certain levels. For example, some subspecies are born intersex/hermaphrodite if they're part sea slug or cuttlefish. Terms for offspring, how they are born, and terminology also varies.

Merfolk come in different size classes with the smallest being Mini while the largest is Leviathan. Every subspecies has a chance to be born in any size class despite the nature of their animal halves. Leviathan: 31-50 ft except for some rare cases being even bigger, Large: 19-30 ft, Medium: 10-18 ft, Small: 2-9 ft, Mini: Less than 2 ft.

All merfolk can have offspring with each other no matter the size class. This unique biology is the main reason why they usually travel in pods of varying sizes. Someone will be able to tend to offspring if the parents are indisposed for some reason.

A few merfolk do live solitary lives under different reasons. Sometimes it is their choice since pod life ain't for everyone. Most of the time it is by banishment via majority vote or the leader. The same condition is given to the mer's mate in question.

Sometimes a merfolk will perform a mating bond with their potential partner(s). This is an ancient ritual that links the participants' souls to each other. A connection which allows one to feel how their mate is doing and for one to follow the other(s) after death as a spirit.

When a mating bond is formed, unique markings appear all over the pair's body. The colors and shapes vary between individuals but only other merfolk can see it. It shows that the mated pair are taken but also share little interest in new partners. Mating bonds must be done willingly between both sides in order to work.

If a merfolk has lost something whether due to a mutation or another unnatural event, a mating bond would restore it to some extent. This even includes lost senses, lost ability to take human form, and for species like sirens they regain their unique power. Selkies gain the ability to regain their missing coat once no matter the location.

There is some human technology that can see mating bond markings if they have lenses made from sea glass. Merfolk and human tattooists are sometimes commissioned to make physical tattoos on the marks. The latter being fishermen or trusted individuals by the former.

Some human communities are aware of the merfolk's existence. They often vary but it's usually people who have occupation that results in moderate sea interactions or have mer partners. It ain't uncommon for lovers of the latter to make life changes.

Whether it's a life on sea following their mate's travel routes or even becoming a merfolk themselves. There is a unique potion made from a merfolk's blood that can convert a human into this unique race. Any who do partake in it becomes the blood donor's species and inherits their genetic traits including mutations from the adaptive gene.

Conversion takes one-two weeks to complete depending on the merfolk in question. This is so the human can adapt to the changes at their own pace without something going wrong. It takes extra time if the blood donor has mutated to a certain extent as they do manifest inherit physical traits.

(Kaiju No. 8) If Soshiro takes the potion then it would take almost three weeks to fully transform. He will become a 73 ft Great White Shark Siren in the Leviathan class and part of the Pseudo Kaiju class like Kafka. This includes inheriting his own bone like mask, bioluminescence alongside his husband's abilities such as electrokinesis on a lesser scale.

Merfolk utilize whatever they can find in their current environment. This even includes human made objects like scrap to lost transportation vehicles. It ain't uncommon for them to remove trash from the ocean with the occasional human help.

None of these sea denizens like polluters especially if it's done on purpose. It ain't uncommon for merfolk to toss garbage back at the offenders or dump it into their boats. Sometimes petty Leviathan class mers stealthily toss garbage island patches on large ships such as military vessels to cruise liners.

Merfolk have their own treasured landmarks and sacred sites of sorts. The species' most important plant is actually mangrove trees. It ain't uncommon for mers to hide their eggs amongst the roots of these trees for they serve as nurseries to orphans.

There are ways for humans to prove themselves trustworthy to merfolk. Whether it's through special charms made from dead mangrove bark, having mating bond marks, or being decently fluent in their language. The latter requires help from a mer in order to learn.

Meanwhile dangers like poachers are taken very seriously. The bones and dead flesh of merfolk are the deepest black in the species' eyes so they can immediately recognize items made from fallen kin. Mers will drown or tear apart threats like poachers without any remorse.

Even baiting them into deep enough water by playing dead, wounded, or unaware. These executions are done in small pods of any size class for maximum efficiency. Abandoned vessels on the sea can be attributed to merfolk attacks.

Items made from mers are given proper burials deep beneath the sea beds. There are rare exceptions to this. If a merfolk willingly donates part of themselves for an item's creation, then the donated materials are treated with a special solution that makes it a different color in merfolk eyes.

The main ingredient for this solution must be given willingly or it won't work. Another natural deterrent against potential threats that try to deceive them. (Not the first time it has happened nor will it be the last.)

(Kaiju No. 8) Kafka gifts Soshiro twin katanas made from a tooth and claw as one of his courting gifts. These blades come with the unique ability to slice even through diamond like a hot knife to butter in skilled hands. Something No. 10 learns the hard way.

Merfolk can live for a very long time compared to humans. Their life span varies between species but some individuals have lived even way longer than what's normal for any individual. Dubbed as Ancients, they are a rarity and often have knowledge that was lost to time amongst merfolk.

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My sort of A03 participation for HoshiKaf week on February 24/March 1st. Hopefully I can write more stuff in the future beyond these three drabbles.

Siren!Kafka/Marine Biologist Soshiro: A Storm's Song

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62777950

Kaiju!Soshiro/Kafka: Here With You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62996032

Kaiju!Kafka/Farmer!Soshiro: Family

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63342382

Enjoy!

#sonicasura #tales of sonicasura #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kn8 #kaijuno.8 #kaijuno8 #kaiju number 8 #monster no 8 #monster no. 8 #my writing #hoshikaf #kafhoshi

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Family

Family is what you make it. Even if it's the most peculiar.

A spin-off of Nobody Like You AU with Kaiju!Kafka and Soshiro. The basis for this hasn't been written, here's the context. Soshiro's father bars him from joining the Defense Force so he owns a farm with a secret pastime supported by his kaiju lover. Please enjoy.

Soshiro Hoshina never really thought much about the concept of family. His first experience hadn't been a great introduction to what most would crave or imagined. It was an old ghoul that bore looks of disapproval, scars born from bloody efforts wasted, and steadily rotted as it spent days in vibrant loneliness.

Years ago, the corpse would greet him in the early mornings. Whether in the form of a television ad, a news report, or irritating junk mail. *screek* Nowadays a new visitor greets him at his humble farm house abode.

The light of the morning sun obscures a small being in shadow, its inhuman form trying to stealthily climb onto the king sized mattress. Pudgy clawed hands carefully reach out to the red purple square quilted blanket. Teal orbs focused on the owner of the violet bowlcut underneath the lovingly knitted fabric.

*CHIRP* "I GOT YOU!" Laughter took over the small bedroom as the now airborne quilt floated haphazardly down to the floor. Soshiro abandoning its sanctity to tickle the belly of the little intruder in his arms. A small pudgy kaiju who bears purple dusted grey armor plates that only cover the grey hide on their back and thick tail.

Chirping giggles erupt from their cartoonish skull's maw, youthfulness made visible from round horn nubs to the few little fangs the whelp had. A big smile never left Soshiro's face as he stopped to hold the little kaiju at eye level. Bright teal orbs meeting his heterochromic red purple in a gaze that bled familial bliss.

"Skully, didn't Mama tell you not to sneak out of the nest while he's away? Or that I asked if y'all want me to sleep in the nest instead of my bed? How do ya expect him to react when he comes back to his baby gone?" Soshiro's questions were met with chitterish babble as the baby gently tugged at his green pajama sleeves.

"Did you forget the hens tend to get their feathers in a bunch whenever a chick manages to give them a slip? Or did I forget to tell ya the story about the 20 chicken strong search party who made a big mess of the farm. All because Taquito and Burrito wanted salad from the fridge. Not how anyone expected to learn that turtles can climb."

Shaking his head at the humourous memory, he gently shifted the little whelp into his left arm and left the confines of his bed. The sky still painted in sunrise's orangish tint when he took a step outside of the two floor house to greet the quaint farm that became his home. Soshiro acknowledging the various residents who helped him make a humble living.

Giving their ostrich Chica her morning snack until Kafka's return, glance at the turtles Taquito/Burrito/Fajita happily floating in the man-made pond while the two ducks Penny and Yen slept by the edge with their ducklings. He greeted the halfheartedly amused clucks of the chickens as they knew what happened. Soshiro let Skully pet their black stallion Sleipner when the beautiful yet attention craved beast huff for his morning pets.

The animal walk finally came to an end at the soft blue doors of the new barn, the left having a small hole dug into the dirt underneath. Its freshly painted frame had been given various art that was mostly childish in nature like clawed handprints. Adjusting Skully in his arms, Soshiro opened the door and flipped the switch.

Soft light steadily fills up the barn's interior to reveal what can only be seen as a children's nursery. The walls were painted in bright cheery colors, toys were packed on a small shelf at the bottom right corner and a bag containing various baby supplies hung by the rack next to a fridge. However the main centerpiece sat at the center of the room.

A large nest made from blankets, quilts, towels and any soft cozy material presented six other kaiju whelps who were starting to stir. Some were the same color as Skully but with minor differences like forehead markings, eye color to different color spots. A color palette between them is either sunset or ocean blues.

The remaining three had unrelated colors from complete pumpkin orange, rose pink, and snow white. All of the whelps shared one thing in particular: glowing cyan outlines on their hides than just skull like faces. This characteristic being inherited from their mama and Soshiro's loving husband.

A harsh thud struck the earth with little warning, the barn surprisingly laid still as small consecutive tremors shook the ground. The whelps nor Soshiro were phased by the ominous mini quakes despite the feeling it was getting closer. Gently pushing the barn door open, a large glowing cyan eye amongst a sea of black and bearing an X shaped pupil greeted them.

"Hey Kafka! Can you move back a bit please because your beautiful eye is blocking the door?" Soshiro nonchalantly stepped outside as what had to be a massive 70 meter adult parent of the small 1 ft kaiju whelps laid crouched before him. Some could compare the vast difference between both stages like an omen.

A massive maw consisting of sharp teeth that extended down to the neck, long horns able to pierce through a mountain that crown a menacing demon skull like face. Jagged dorsal plates came down from the neck to the massive scythe blade serving as a long tail's tip, and massive wings adorned in luminous green bone. The titanic unofficial King of the Kaiju by the public, Kaiju No. 8.

However to Soshiro he was Kafka Hibino, a loving husband and his hybrid children's mother. "Sorry about that Soshi. I can't help but check in on our cute whelps. Especially since someone made their first tunnel!" A distorted husky male's voice bellows out whilst the kaiju moved his head a bit closer.

Skully wildly squeals as the tip of Kafka's massive tongue gave them a slimy forehead kiss. Thankfully Soshiro had a small towel to wipe the saliva off since it would make the children's bath more difficult. Both of them watch as the kaiju stiffened and rapidly began to shrink.

Obsidian armor gave way to soft tan skin, the skull mask breaking away to a human male face with messy black hair paired alongside some chin scruff. The only similarity this 6 ft person had with the massive beast was a chubby round belly yet powerful arms and legs garnered from hard work. Soft chocolate brown eyes looked back at Soshiro full of love.

The man came over to plant a kiss atop the whelp's forehead before kissing his smaller mate on both cheeks. Soshiro couldn't help but giggle at the loud purring that hums from Kafka's chest. A domestic peace which he wanted to last a little longer yet alas...

"Go put some clothes on, Kafka. We have work to do and babies that need to be fed."

"Freshly harvested kaiju bee honey is now in stock!" The Farmer's Market never fails to be quite the spectacle for both lifestyles. Whether it is freshly grown produce or the occasional merchandise stall, you tend to find something intriguing at least once per visit.

The Hibino Family's stall was busy as always with Soshiro selling another jar of honey. Anyone who knew him in his past life would never expect to see the man in simple Western farmer's attire: blue overalls, purple plaid striped shirt, brown gloves, and even a cowboy hat. His stallion who helped haul over the goods sat with the other horses at the market's provided stables.

Soshiro couldn't help but sigh as he glimpsed his stall's sign for the sixth time this day. He honestly wished his husband and whelps could be here. The two of them take turns at the stall while the other tends to the cute rambunctious kids.

Sadly it'll be another two years before the whelps can learn to shapeshift into human form. Kafka's current presence at the stall is merely a footnote about how he supplies the kaiju bee honey that Soshiro sells. The perks of being a powerful kaiju is forming a symbiotic relationship with the weaker ones. In this case, a bee kaiju hive has his protection in exchange for some honey.

Soshiro wasn't in a rush about his family joining him at the stall though. Those thoughts are easily kept away as another cute picture of the whelps wearing their new chicken onesies graces his phone screen. Kafka once again never fails to get him laughing if Yuma's still form halfway inside the chicken feed was evident.

'Such a cute little glutton.' The humourous cute bubble of his lover cleaning up the pink speckled whelp was popped by a familiar rusty needle. "Soshiro? Is that you?" He barely withheld a sigh, a hidden annoyance looked back at his oldest ghoul knowing it wouldn't leave easily.

Wrinkles had settled into the older man's pale skin whilst gray overtook the once obsidian short hair and trimmed beard. However the signature closed eyes of the Hoshina Clan isn't something one could forget. Nor or is the stern, indifferent stare which betrayed Soshiro on that fateful day.

Although something felt different about the older man's calm facade. Was it disappointment perhaps? Shame? Annoyance? Soshiro didn't care to ask nor pry honestly as he put on his customer smile. The pain born from the sins of his father weren't good for business when said man stands before him.

"Welcome to the Hibino Family's stall! Is there anything that might interest you sir? We got fresh kaiju bee honey in stock today!" The older man didn't budge as he continued to stare into the farmer. An awkward silence that persisted for the next two minutes with neither wanting to budge.

"You left home without a word to anyone. For years, nobody knew where you went or were even alive." Soshiro's fake smile didn't disappear despite his father lighting the quiet ablaze with obvious disapproval. "Yet I find you here of all places working at a family farm."

The world around the two men disappeared as angry violet eyes now bore holes into his son's stone face. "If you aren't going to buy anything then I suggest ya leave. Bad attitudes like that tend to rot away the flavor of produce. Plus you'll just cause an unnecessary line."

He clearly struck a nerve via the soft crunch from his father's wooden basket as his grip tightened. "Soshiro Hosh-" "That isn't my name anymore." Silence fell between the two again as the younger male's false smile broke apart in irritation.

He raised his hand a bit to garner the older man's attention. The sharp gleam of a beautiful ruby and amethyst studded gold ring that sat upon it finally caught his father's eyes. He looked back at the sign then to Soshiro as the grip on the basket steadily loosen. "What...? When?"

"Been married for some years to a lovely man~ Right now he's at home watching over the kids as we haven't found a babysitter yet. Not like ya are gonna see them anyway." Red and purple orbs dripping in sheer disdain tore through the older man.

"Ya made it pretty clear where I stood in the Hoshina Clan a long time ago. There is some gratitude for making my life seem so empty. You cut the last tie that kept me from becoming Soshiro Hibino. Now go back to ya 'perfect child' before I ban you."

Soshiro tried to keep his stall open for a few more hours but his sour mood soon became too much. The products he didn't sell were donated to a homeless shelter and food banks respectively before returning home. If Soshiro decided to sleep in the whelps' nest that night, Kafka indulges the decision without a word.

They could discuss it later once his lover felt comfortable enough.

Harsh metallic clacks clung to the midnight silence of the Hyogo Prefecture for a foreign resident found sanctity in its darkness. Four piercing red eyes dart amongst the shadows, the owner's eight powerful legs galloped harshly across the asphalt with driven purpose. The silhouette cast by paper thin moonlight portrayed a centurion form.

Yet the sparse light of distant street lamps spread throughout the district revealed that this one figure had been two. A mighty black stallion twice larger than the average horse, the beast bearing four red arachnid eyes and eight clawed hoof legs. The horse's back was covered in a dark blue carapace that stretched out from the neck to the side of their limbs akin to armor.

A violet customized saddle which held two large containment boxes and reins around the horse's sharp fanged maw were markings that it had a master. Said owner is what many could describe as a demonic samurai. The body was covered from head to toe in obsidian armor with the traditional cloth garb being replaced by a dark grey body suit. Face hidden behind a gray demonic mask of metal while the head sat underneath dark cyan rimmed pitch black kabuto bearing familiar looking white horns.

Even in an age ravaged by monsters, individuals who take the law into their own hands still persist. Such individuals were known as Kaiju Slayers for they operate much differently than the Defense Force entirely. From the way they hunt to the reasons why these vigilantes risk arrest to fight.

This enigmatic samurai and ferocious kaiju steed were one example amongst these various slayers. One infamously known across Japan as the Phantom Samurai. The entire country was their hunting ground and this Kaiju Slayer stood at the top of the most wanted list.

*Vrrrooom* A harsh metallic roar accompanied by a bright light joins the heavy clap of horse hooves. The samurai's clawed gloves sat itself upon the two boxes that clung to their steed's saddle, fingers hovering above a dark blue button. Invasive light grew brighter whilst the monstrous roar of a motorcycle engine became ear piercing.

*CLANG* A loud metallic screech tore apart the remaining silence as the samurai's black hilt katana met their attacker's blade. "Ya got quite the sense to block my sword!" Soft playful yet impish male voice greeted the slayer like a rash underneath the armpits.

The eyes hidden behind the mask look annoyingly back at the silver ponytail man's closed eyes. "Soichiro Hoshina, Captain of the Sixth Division... I'm not in the mood to play with you." The person in question lightly cackled at the samurai's heavily distorted warning as if it were a joke.

"A jokester aren't ya? I can't wait to unmask ya before Commander Shinomiya. Maybe even do it on live TV to further dissuade any future vigilantism." The captain then sped up his motorcycle ahead of the samurai as their eight legged horse came to a complete start.

Soichiro halted a good distance from the vigilante, it was clear the man wants a joust and would play chicken if not given one. The samurai tighten the grip on their twin katanas, vibrant green electricity crackle across the silver blades turning them electric cyan. A change which spread into the armor they wore as dark gray became an radioactive teal that hums in sheer power.

The world seemingly vanished for both sides, their attention locked on each other's form. Only sounds that could be heard were the soft hum of the motorcycle engine and the horse kaiju's jagged breath. As if an invisible gunshot went off, the two warriors shot forth akin to speeding bullets.

Their blades rocketed closer every second before crashing with a harsh screech of metal. Soichiro swiftly manages to steady his bike and turn it around but the force from the opponent's blow was vicious. The samurai didn't have such issues as their steed turned on a dime before viciously charging forth.

Hyogo's Sixth Division Captain had been slow to retaliate for sheer pain shot through his arm when the steel of their blades clashed once more. 'This guy hits like a damn truck! I better keep up or else!' A sentiment that became more obvious as the joust of blades.

Unlike a motorcycle, the samurai's arachnid steed easily kept their momentum despite the harshest turns. Thus Soichiro had to keep enough distance in order to match that speed. It was the only way his strikes could cancel out the force behind his opponent's monstrous strength.

The captain's arm heavily throbbed in pain as his swords met the samurai's vicious retaliation. He knew it was gonna be broken once the adrenaline and the regeneration from his suit wore off. Soichiro turned his bike around, ready to meet his opponent head on again when he paused.

The samurai stood still as their steed scratched the pavement underneath them with sharp claws. Almost like a bull ready to mow down a circus claw. Within a split second, a monstrous electric green phantom overtaken the warrior and their beast.

A demonic horned skull roared viciously with a sharp maw fang full of lightning. Soichiro barely had a chance to move as his opponent shot forward akin to a thunderbolt. Their horse leapt between the walls of the buildings around them, its hooves tore apart the stone and glass whilst it barreled towards the captain.

Soichiro couldn't launch his motorcycle upwards to meet the samurai's downward striking swords. Like a meteor from the sky, warrior and steed struck down the Sixth Division Captain. The man was sent flying off his ride while the bike itself is sliced into four pieces then trampled over.

Soichiro harshly bounced a few times across the pavement before rolling to a stop as the samurai disappeared down the road. He would be found by his officers fifteen minutes later, unconscious with bruised ribs, a broken right arm and sprained ankles. A hospital room being the only thing he sees for the next two weeks.

Soichiro did have a constant guest throughout his stay. His father who held a look of personal shame than just sheer worry. The captain wasn't ready for the answer given as he pried into what was bothering him. Soichiro never expected to hear about his younger brother again.

The familiar sound of the eight trotting hooves would make its way to the Hibino family farm. Arachnid kaiju features fading away in seconds and until its appearance matches any other black stallion. Meanwhile the samurai stepped off the horse before carefully taking off the helmet.

Soshiro nonchalantly lets Sleipner back in his stable while he sheds the shell of his vigilante persona. Kafka's human form greeted him in the living room to exchange the armor for a Mont Blanc and the blades for tea. "The whelps are adjusting quite well to the indoor nest."

It was routine for the two of them for nights like this. Soshiro unwinds from an adrenaline fueled patrol while his lover mends any damage done to the persona. A chatter about their current thoughts that nowadays is sometimes interrupted by almost three year old whelps in character pajamas.

"I believe the paint should be here by tomorrow morning. We both know those little munchkins love to decorate their living space and crayons are awful to get off." Soshiro could hear Kafka hum amusedly from underneath his feet. The sound of a blowtorch erratically followed along a hammer's harsh clang and soft buzz from a power tool.

"I know we got some little artists on our hands. Good thing there's a board for them to hang their drawings as the fridge would be covered completely within a day! At least a third are from Yusuke alone."

The cute image of the dark bluish green whelp in an artist outfit almost made him choke on his tea. A pleasant thought that faded by an all too familiar haze. Despite it being a few years now, Soshiro never expected he would become a father. Much less to seven sweet yet mischievous kaiju human hybrids. Even his marriage seems less plausible.

His fingers are always reaching for the hidden scrapbook underneath his favorite armchair. The broken eggshells, red n purple stones, and dozens of diverse photos inside often remind him that this isn't a dream. How he wouldn't wake up in a large private home all alone feeling empty inside.

'First my father learns about where I work and now my brother shows up during patrol. I wish they would just leave me alone already.' Soshiro would've drifted more on the thought if familiar claws didn't tug at his pants leg.

His gaze laid upon the youngest of the whelps, Miko. The pumpkin orange child in blue shark pajamas was holding onto her favorite pink plush rabbit like usual. Soshiro instinctively turned around to see rest of his children were standing by the doorway.

"Papa ok? You look sad." Miko's soft squeaky statement had taken him off guard for a moment. His shock steadily fell back into a soft smile as he put the scrapbook up and took the little whelp into his arms. Soshiro gently ruffled her head while Kafka joins everyone else in the front room.

"Aren't ya just a sweet little thing? To answer your question, I'm fine now my little one. Ya just chased off some pesky old ghosts." He softly frowned when the clock above the fireplace read 12:13. "Alright everyone. It's time to go to bed. Growing kaiju needs their sleep too than just the adults."

The blanket nest in the guest room found itself at full capacity once. Soshiro and Kafka held onto each other as their seven little whelps laid haphazardly against, across or top of them. It didn't take long for the former Hoshina to fall asleep alongside everyone else.

The melancholic memories which haunt Soshiro can't stay long when he knows his strange family reminds him that he isn't alone anymore.

And that's it! This took me quite a while to write than just a few dead ins paired alongside interruptions. Here With You was supposed to be my work for Hoshikaf week but Tumblr decided to be a troll hence this piece.

For those wondering, here are the whelps names from oldest to youngest: Skully(♂️), Yusuke(♂️), Shuji(♂️), Carla(♀️), Yuma(♂️), Ryuma(♂️), and Miko(♀️). They all hatched on the same day but minutes apart from each other. We know those aren't gonna stay PG and accidents in the dark do make children.

It has been awhile since I wrote any battle scenes, much less one on vehicles. Really hope that one comes out alright. Especially when my brain wanted to insert Through The Fire from Sonic and the Black Knight before the fight with Soichiro.

Soshiro's vigilante kit is made from parts provided from Kafka. His swords are crafted out of a tooth and claw while the armor is scales with some horn clippings. Sleipner is part spider kaiju, Kafka nor Soshiro are aware of how this happened but keep him around anyway.

Skully is an example of what the whelps look like in kaiju form btw. Here are links to Kafka's weird biology to go along with the music and Kaiju!Kafka pages.

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I figured the first thing I would write with Kaiju! Soshiro is for him to help Kafka adjust to something huge like kaijufication. The use of the word human when referring to our himbo here is a personal choice. Even if he's a kaiju, that humanity still remains inside him.

A kaiju with a human heart or a human with a kaiju core. He's still Kafka Hibino either way. Something that Soshiro loves and admires so much. Plus they would be classified as a 'Pair Made In Hell' by the DF.

Two insanely powerful kaiju confirmed to love each other ain't gonna stay PG for long. 😏😂

Here For You

There's a saying: to be loved is to be changed. Has someone ever thought about their lover's perspective? Or how both can adjust to such a transformation?

Or how Kaiju!Soshiro and Kafka adjust when the latter is turned into a kaiju. This is part of a Nobody Like You spinoff which has a basis yet to be written. Only thing you need to know is that Kafka is from a prestigious kaiju research family who don't agree with him wanting to join the Defense Force. Please enjoy!

'I should've known something was wrong. Kafka is never this late.' Amidst a starry night sky overlooking the forests of Mount Fuji, a lone figure sat in near silence at the cliff's edge. Not many would think twice about seeing someone up in the mountains especially this particular landmark.

Mountain climbers often set camps when climbing such natural giants like Fuji. However this was no climber, much less a human at all. The observer is a kaiju unlike any other whose only known by his categorization under JAKDF ruling as Kaiju No. 7.

A 52 ft violet armored enigma recognized for the frightening fortitude of 9.2. and the three blades which adorn each arm. However the kaiju went under a different name, one that only his mate knew: Soshiro. A mate whose uncharacteristically late to their moonlit date.

Soshiro ran a clawed hand through his quill bowl cut, a harsh sigh escaping his maw as he sat up from his rocky perch. 'Knowing my mate's family, they probably decided to ambush him again. Looks like I finally get to re-enact that scene from the plumber and monkey game.'

A harsh beam of light shot into the sky within the forest brush below. The illumination blinking constantly in an unfamiliar pattern to many except for one. Soshiro became a purple blur as his powerful legs launched him off the ground.

Sharp claws found purchase in the dirt with the kaiju shifting into an all fours sprint. His large form weaving through the dense trees akin to a snake as his tail often wrapped itself around a tree trunk to steady himself for sharp turns. The faint lovely smell of chocolate came into range yet it felt wrong.

Kafka's intoxicatingly sweet scent was heavily smothered by something. The harsh yet crisp ozone of a thunderstorm wafts around the chocolate like a cyclone. 'KAIJU.' Bloodlust filled red violet orbs as they greeted the world from their calm darkness.

The currently lone figure began to become visible in Soshiro's furious gaze. Cyan bioluminescence highlights the thick muscles of the intruder's obsidian scale armor hide, their horned bone mask lined with teeth is open slightly like a dumb fish, teal slit eyes in those hollow sockets look nervous whilst clawed hands clutch a familiar flashlight. The last straw for the larger kaiju as his run became a ferocious lunge.

"HRRGH-" A wheeze barely came from the smaller intruder's throat before they found themselves between Soshiro's large hand and a tree. The flashlight clattered across the ground but it was swiftly ignored for a more important matter. Steam pour from No. 7's maw as he glared dual color daggers into the intruder.

There are very few things that could extinguish Soshiro's fury. "So...shi... It's me! Kaf-ka!" Yet this was the harshest as the distorted growl overlapping a familiar husky male voice couldn't conceal the truth behind. Only one person knew his name, the one who gave it to him.

Soshiro's grip fell as the smaller kaiju slumped to his knees. Heavy labored breaths harshly twist the sharp realization that now stab at No. 7. Kafka was a kaiju and he nearly killed him.

The gentle presence of a scaled hand laying atop his large palm kept Soshiro from spiralling. Kafka's teal slitted eyes look up at his own, soft forgiving aura shone back than a rightfully upset one. "It's okay Soshiro!"

Kafka gently rubbed his fingers across the larger kaiju's hand. "This was mostly my fault as I should've known my scent changed. Like seriously it's like lesson three in the beginner's book. For someone who comes from a family of kaiju researchers, this wasn't my brightest moment."

Soshiro stared at his smaller mate for a second before harsh laughter burst out his chest. "I guess we're both fools huh? Such a sweet caring mate." Kafka found himself gently plucked from the ground and raised over to the larger kaiju's shoulder.

He sat himself down on the smooth familiar surface as his lover began the trek back to the nest. "Now how did ya end up like this? I'm not complaining though. Our fun can really get wild now~"

Soshiro cackled as he felt the light elbow jab at his cheek. The red tint dusting Kafka's bone mask was worth it. "You're such a pervert, Soshi! Okay so this is what happened."

It became apparent that Kafka's new kaiju form had quite a number of abilities than just taking on his old human form. One being Personal Biology Manipulation, the power to alter one's own biology. A pretty powerful ability from what his lover explained.

Fitting for the 'most powerful kaiju' in the Defense Force's words. Kafka was labeled Kaiju No. 8 and his fortitude clocking in at a staggering 9.8. The Hibino family were obviously going wild upon this discovery, unaware about the irony behind their new obsession.

"Soshiro! What do you think of this?" The kaiju turned to look at Kafka from his nest. During his off days, the human would often experiment with his kaiju. Usually in the most mundane ways as a long thick reptilian tail now poked out from his lower soft tan back.

The white jagged spikes protruding out of the tail had barely avoided getting caught in the blue sweatshirt fabric. "Your control has improved quite a lot since the past week. Being able to partially transform your body is useful." It clearly wasn't the answer Kafka been looking for from the confusion on his face.

"Oh! I'm talking about my tail! Can't always rely on my fists and my kicks still suck at the moment. Then I remembered how you often use your tail in battle. Even made sure it was very prehensile!"

To prove his statement, Kafka lifted the pencil he set aside and wrote his way in neat cursive on a sheet of paper. He instantly shuddered when Soshiro's own tail snake itself around the new appendage. The scales scratching a bundle of nerves that wasn't protected.

"Looks like ya forgot to not make it sensitive. Otherwise it's a pretty good tail so far. Especially since I can do this with no problem." Kafka immediately found himself in Soshiro's as the larger kaiju began scent marking him through nuzzles.

The himbo let the kaijufication overtake him before growing to match his lover's size and reciprocate his affection. Another kaiju behavior that became Kafka's new normal. Their tails haven't separated for the rest of the day until the man had to return to base.

Kafka didn't know if he should feel ashamed as sharp kaiju fangs found purchase in an acidic bloody hide. It hadn't taken long for him to learn that his required calorie consumption quadrupled after the metamorphosis. Yet he ignored the unfamiliar voice in his head which told him otherwise.

Now Kafka was knee deep inside a freshly killed kaiju corpse again as he ate at its flesh. The man considered himself lucky that his prey had been roaming away from civilization. Unlike last time where he had to take it to go because a lady saw him and called the DF.

Not a good thing when the Defense Force is still after him and Soshiro. "I'm gonna have to take five baths just to get the stench of blood off me. Nevermind brushing my teeth until the bristles catch on fire or wither."

He can practically hear the debating match often tossed around his family on whether this would be cannibalism. "A 50 ft kaiju is quite the first catch! Mind if I take a bite?" Kafka nearly jumped out of his skin as Soshiro manifested before him without warning.

Thank god he hadn't taken another bite because he highly doubts the larger kaiju knew the Heimlich Maneuver. He glares back at his lover who just cackles upon the sight. "Go ahead as I can't eat all of it anyway. The hunger has bigger eyes than my stomach."

Soshiro shifted a bit so he wouldn't bowl over his small mate when attempting to sit down beside him. He could only shake his head as Kafka tore into the corpse like a starved dog. "Do you need help handling your new appetite? Can practically hear the stomach grumbling whenever ya visit."

Soshiro could make out the muffled sigh before Kafka took his blood covered face out. "Please! I can't eat that much at the cafeteria as everyone would get suspicious. And my family has been stalking my old Cleaner job so there's no chance of getting anything."

The violet kaiju knows there is a forest quite close to Tachikawa Base. It would make a perfect spot to drop off his kills for Kafka. A good mate does provide for their other and he was no different. Speaking of providing...

"You sure you don't want me to eat your family? It would be easy to just-" "THE ANSWER IS STILL NO! You don't even eat people and said that they probably taste like rotten shoes anyway!"

Not many things could get under Soshiro's skin as he wasn't an easy person to anger. At most, he would see the current issue bothering him as a minor annoyance. What the kaiju wouldn't tolerate is someone hurting his mate, whether they be friend or foe.

An abnormal newly listed by the DF as No. 10 had the balls to not only attack the base Kafka is at but bring an entire flock of wyvern Honju. When kaiju invade another's nest, it's to eat their young or the weakened owner.

The attack here is a war declaration amongst his species. It prioritizes causing the most damage while everyone is present. Casualties on the attackers' side doesn't matter, it is how much blood they spilled.

Soshiro had recently arrived to deliver Kafka his latest catch when he saw the signs. He didn't hesitate to pounce into range of the base's radar as fiery meteors appear above the sky. Not when Kafka was standing so close to the blast radius.

"A Kaiju has been detected! It's fortitude...is 9.2!! Readings confirm that it's No. 7!"

Officers found themselves in a battle preparation frenzy a minute before the molten blasts crashed down. If they weren't mad as ants from a kicked anthill now, the sight of Kafka in the violet kaiju's arm really set them ablaze. The man's clothes were partially burnt but he was overall fine thanks to intervention.

Soshiro ignored their confusion when he gently set Kafka down to face the arriving red menace. He paid little mind to the few bullets that purposely bounced off his hide as he led No. 10 away. Not even the few concerned shouts were heard when the kaiju's opponent grew 5 times his size.

The only human Soshiro kept his hearing open to was Kafka. It's the one thing that truly mattered to him in a fight. The background sound of his mate offering valid info about their foe sharpens the kaiju's blades. Evacuating his comrades to safety strengthen his hide. The lovely song of Kafka's heart made Soshiro's core burn bright. He fights this battle only for his mate if it meant the kaiju could keep that soul who enchants him so much alive.

Thus Soshiro's rage was certified when multiple guns soon level their aim at Kafka once the chaos finally ends. He threw his secret to the blaze once it became apparent that No. 10 had been sent by another kaiju. One who didn't hesitate to turn the bodies of the dead Honju into one giant bomb.

Something which would've reduced the entire ward to a smoldering crater if Kafka didn't blast it away with his kaiju power. One he still wasn't fully accustomed to as the man burnt himself out to the point of immobilization.

This is where everyone stood now. Soshiro hovering over Kafka like a furious dragon, his larger body now a shield positioned low to the ground as if ready to grab his mate and run. The base Captain was the only one amongst five to keep her gun steady despite the look of reluctance in her eyes.

Her other four soldiers were shaking with uncertainty at the potential bloodbath that could unravel in seconds. Their base already took a major hit and it wouldn't handle an assault from a 9.2 fortitude kaiju such as No. 7. Everyone else was frozen in a cocktail of silence.

Disbelief, shock, worry and awe at the chaotic canvas before them. The most recent update about the current Numbered Kaiju was that No. 7 has been confirmed as No. 8's mate. A 'Pair Made In Hell' from how frantic the superiors were about finding their nest due to the ghoul of possible offspring.

To learn that their loveable silly comrade was No. 8 had added bitter discomfort to the tension. A stalemate which would've last longer if Kafka's larger mate hadn't spoke. His voice a hot blade that demanded attention.

"I am only going to say this once. My foolish mate wouldn't have blown his secret if he didn't care for all of you. I don't know you like he does so my intervention had been for him." Piercing red purple eyes glanced at them all before him focusing on Mina's dark orbs.

"My blades will only cut for Kafka alone. His love towards y'all is what keeps me from taking him with me to the depths where none of you can follow. Thus I instead decided to lay down an offer." Mina's response was a harden gaze but her eyes held no rejection for what the kaiju is about to say.

"I shall lend my power to the Defense Force in exchange for Kafka's safety. We both know that an unnatural change has begun to shift on our respective grounds. The dead walk again, people are going missing under inhuman circumstances, and now your secure facilities are being compromised."

"You believe that whatever is responsible was behind the attack?" Soshiro couldn't resist the small fanged smile growing on his face from the Captain's interruption. "Good to know you're following along. We have all seen the signs. A massive storm is coming and I don't believe anybody's ready for it. Kafka already swore his allegiance to the JAKDF with everything he's got."

"I will offer mine if ya let him continue to do so."

Under any other circumstances a heavily monitored nest of cloth, stuffing, and other soft material would be an insult to Soshiro. Yet the small slumbering body of his lover curled beside him made such an arrangement tolerable. The kaiju's temporary home became a specialized cell as his enclosure wouldn't be ready until tomorrow.

Apparently they had plans to capture him after he aided in their fight against No. 6 long ago. Guess he also saved the commander's wife rather than just keep his lover safe from the destruction. Who knew?

Soshiro couldn't roam outside nowadays without being monitored in some way. It was part of the deal settled with the Defense Force in exchange for Kafka's life. The Commander and his wife made sure things were fair thankfully. Other than the annoying 1st Division captain, things had been mostly fine.

Kafka got permission to 'bunk' with him until his new enclosure was finished. There had been some protest but the commander shut it down immediately. It would take a bit longer for Soshiro to go on missions as they were currently trying to find him a handler.

So far, the only choice that hadn't been turned was Mina Ashiro i.e Kafka's Third Division captain and the one who gave them a second chance. Hopefully he can get her something nice as gratitude. A soft pat on his chest had Soshiro look down into the sleepy eyes of his mate.

"Come on Soshi. Go get some sleep as we have a long day tomorrow. A tour of your new den, setting up the actual nest, and some other stuff too." The kaiju softly hummed as he wrapped his arm delicately around Kafka. Hum of a human heartbeat and a kaiju core's gentle thrum lull to the two into a peaceful slumber.

All of it can wait for tomorrow. For now, they can bask in each other's presence. The new day would be tackled together.

And that's it! This would've been longer if Tumblr didn't decide to be a troll with the Save option. I hoped you guys manage to enjoy it regardless.

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Ao3 is acting weird at the moment. Basically any new works I post aren't showing up in the fandom tag nor My Works. Don't know if anyone else is currently having the same issue. I figured it would be best that people are made aware of it just in case!

This is the work in question!

Here With You, Kaiju No. 8 Hoshikaf fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62996032

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Here With You, Kaiju No. 8 Hoshikaf fic

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Here For You

There's a saying: to be loved is to be changed. Has someone ever thought about their lover's perspective? Or how both can adjust to such a transformation?

Soshiro's grip fell as the smaller kaiju slumped to his knees. Heavy labored breaths harshly twist the sharp realization that now stab at No. 7. Kafka was a kaiju and he nearly killed him.

He sat himself down on the smooth familiar surface as his lover began the trek back to the nest. "Now how did ya end up like this? I'm not complaining though. Our fun can really get wild now~"

Soshiro cackled as he felt the light elbow jab at his cheek. The red tint dusting Kafka's bone mask was worth it. "You're such a pervert, Soshi! Okay so this is what happened."

"Oh! I'm talking about my tail! Can't always rely on my fists and my kicks still suck at the moment. Then I remembered how you often use your tail in battle. Even made sure it was very prehensile!"

"You sure you don't want me to eat your family? It would be easy to just-" "THE ANSWER IS STILL NO! You don't even eat people and said that they probably taste like rotten shoes anyway!"

"A Kaiju has been detected! It's fortitude...is 9.2!! Readings confirm that it's No. 7!"

"I will offer mine if ya let him continue to do so."

All of it can wait for tomorrow. For now, they can bask in each other's presence. The new day would be tackled together.

And that's it! This would've been longer if Tumblr didn't decide to be a troll with the Save option. I hoped you guys manage to enjoy it regardless.

@noodlesbf-blog @kafkahibinomybeloved @iceclew @renard-dartigue @terra-sketches @driokrine @drmarune @scribblermerlin @giantgoblin

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A Storm's Song

They say there is a unique beauty hidden within a storm's roar. Whether it's true depends on the one who is willing to listen.

A Hoshikaf drabble involving Siren!Kafka and Marine Biologist!Soshiro! There is an event for the pairing happening around February 24-March 2nd but you probably won't see me participate. It was already difficult even trying to write this.

Writer's block and an erratic schedule tend to do that to anyone. I'm a bit rusty so I hope this turns out alright! Please enjoy!

"Looks like the radio is busted." Normally one would hardly care if an instrument like this was broken. People spend entire afternoons without music to keep them preoccupied while during work. The same doesn't go for a marine biologist who's over 100 miles away from dry land.

Soshiro couldn't help but pinch his nose, irritation rising as the once working radio continued to play cacophonic static. He turned the thing off before returning the emergency toolkit back underneath the boat's console. The man had set sail today as a pod of whales were migrating nearby and he wanted to record their song.

Sadly his ship's radio system chose it was time to finally break on him. Not before he put on his wetsuit and checked the cameras to see if the whales were in range. The dumb thing decided to break right as the hydrophone was ready for deployment.

"I have no doubt the whales have already left the area by now. Can things get any worse today?" Almost if on cue, a rain drop plop down on his purple haired head before being accompanied by a harsh downpour.

Soshiro briskly walked into the lower deck of his ship without a word. He wasn't gonna entertain the universe's bullshit any further as that's asking for something worse than rain. Last time the man did, a gull stole his Mont Blanc and dropped it into the sea.

Soshiro was halfway through his homemade unagi when a small flash of electric cyan appeared in the far distance. He sat at the control console on deck keeping an eye on the grey shrouded sea as the rainstorm continued its course. It wasn't dark enough to warrant the search beams but the man didn't need to anyway.

The seemingly growing white bone fin amongst a sea of rainbow bioluminescence swallowed the little shadows left as it grew closer. Soshiro wasn't scared when the water around him lit up. His demeanor remains the same despite the large bone pillar sitting not even a 50 ft from his small boat.

Why would he be as the marine biologist knew who it belonged to. The water before him begins to rise with the emergence of a familiar white bone masked face. Rainbow colors all across its bulky near black scaled body diluting back into cyan highlights.

Slitted teal eyes of those pitch black skull sockets met Soshiro's first as the sea slinked off its massive form. The beast opened its inhumanely large maw lined to the brim with razor sharp teeth akin to a Great White...to yawn. "Did you just wake up from a nap Kafka?"

Soshiro continues to munch at his unagi as he watches the kaiju looking siren stretch out his back for a moment. Too bad he didn't have his camera on to record the little show before him. It would've made this day suck a little less.

"This coming from the guy eating lunch in the middle of a rainstorm at sea. You do know kaiju are more active around these times despite it being just rain." The deadpan tone in the distorted light husky male voice spoke back from Kafka's toothy maw.

"It's a good thing that I have my big strong and loving siren boyfriend here to keep me safe." Soshiro gingerly picked up his last bite then toss it over to the sea beast. Kafka easily caught the small piece of fish, a soft rumble reverberating from his chest as he savored the offering.

Soshiro can't help but be amused at how simple the siren was. A miniscule piece of eel would have Kafka singing like it's the best thing on Earth. Singing...

"You said ya were a siren right? I find it strange that I've never heard ya sing before." The pleasant mood immediately evaporated back to the unease of the pouring rain. Kafka's piercing teal eyes dulled as a longing look came over them.

"Every siren is born with their own unique song. It's something we learn to find once reaching a certain age. The elders always told us that our song is split between three different voices ever since the time of our ancestors." Kafka paused for a few minutes before continuing.

"The voice of mortals which links itself to the humans near enough to hear. Another born from beasts that lend its weaker half the strength to snare. Finally the monster who uses the opportunity given by the other two to swallow the listener's mind. All three work together to allow us sirens to enchant others."

Soshiro gently hummed as he continued to write this information down in his private notebook. His gaze having never left Kafka's nervous visage. The marine biologist let his lover continue the story at his own pace.

"Sirens...take our singing very seriously. I have heard stories from my old pod where puppies were abandoned by their parents because something was wrong with their song. We can only enchant others if all three voices are in harmony. Even the slightest offkey will cause them to quarrel until one dominated over the other two."

Soshiro immediately halted his writing, his brows scrunching together as a familiar feeling washed over him. The weight of disappointment and disapproval. "My song... it's broken. The mutation fed into my monster voice to the point it silenced the others. A siren who can't sing is considered worthless..."

The notebook closed with a soft thump as the marine biologist set it aside. Kafka's head was slumped over in shame that his bony cheek barely brushed against the boat's guard rails. Soshiro gently places his hand on its smooth porcelain surface as teal eyes looked back at him.

"Kafka, can I hear your song?" Teal orbs widened in sheer disbelief at the words spoken. "But it's-" "I don't care if it's broken. No one has the right judge to ya for it. They're too stuck up on the power than the person behind it."

Soshiro leaned in a little closer to Kafka's cheek. "Plus how can they judge if no one ever hears ya sing? Kaiju drawn by the rainstorm will keep any eavesdroppers away. Your song is only mine to hear right now, nobody else's."

Kafka couldn't help but stare as he tried to understand the words spoken before him. Soshiro wanted to hear his song... Despite everything he said about it being broken.

The siren's form gently glanced around their surroundings. No one else was there amongst the erratic waves nor swimming under the surface. It really is just the two of them.

Despite the assurance, Soshiro could tell Kafka still seemed a little nervous. Luckily he had just the thing for that. The siren didn't notice the marine biologist leaving briefly as his thoughts invasively took over his mind.

A control swiftly broke by the wafting aroma of something familiar salty yet sweet. Slitted teal orbs glimpsed to meet Soshiro's form hovering over a large steel drum. Glistening inside the metal barrel's pool of soy sauce to greet him were countless fried eels.

"Not your standard liquid courage but I did promise ya some unagi." Kafka unconsciously licked his fangs before cautiously picking up the barrel. It honestly looked like a metallic shot glass in between the siren's giant fingers.

A fitting comparison as Soshiro watches him down the entire unagi soup if it were vodka. The ship vibrated a little from the humming purr that erupted out of Kafka's chest. 'Such a lovingly simple creature he is.'

The soft vibration softened as the massive siren put a little extra distance between himself and the smaller vessel. He went through a short mental checklist. Clear his throat of any delicious unagi? Check. Take a deep breath? Check. Focus on Soshiro only not the mess that's your abhorrent song.

With that last mental box ticked off, Kafka took a small pause and began to sing.

Ominous. It was the first word to greet Soshiro's mind when the song began. He hadn't been lying about the monster voice being more dominant than the other two. An embodiment of a storm itself, foreboding and fierce yet beautifully gentle if one was willing to wait out its fury. Fitting for someone like Kafka.

Despite the encompassing howl of the monster, there were two much quieter voices behind it. Subdued but still present if he focuses. One call Soshiro immediately recognized as a humpback whale from the eerie gentle tone their songs tend to carry. The human voice took a second to identify for an opera signer. Particularly one who savors the lower notes often heard in tragedies.

He unintentionally imagined the two quieter voices desperately trying to match their stronger counterpart. Every attempt to reach the monster's level always results in bruises and shame. The duet now follows the stronger sibling at a distance, present but easily ignored. Something Soshiro knew too well.

He shook his head and went back to Kafka's serenade. The howl began to steadily rise along with the air around them. Large fins twisted into bioluminescent teal wings slowly spread open to the rise. His teal markings shining even brighter as electricity began to crackle off the siren's body.

'Here comes the finale.' Kafka's song ascended into a loud earthshaking roar. Faux wings spread out so wide that they overtook the sky, lightning surge down from the clouds as if on command, and the erratic sea parting around them in fright. Soshiro was glad he didn't wear a hat today or the thing would've been in the clouds right now.

Harsh ragged pants burst out of Kafka's throat as his body began to unwind from the adrenaline surge. Why did he riled himself up so much!? The siren is already a failure for his broken song! He...

The sound of soft clapping froze Kafka solid. Wide teal orbs slowly look at the tiny form that was his potential mate. Those delightful sounds were accompanied by the rare appearance of Soshiro's beautiful red purple heterochromic eyes and more sincere smile.

"I can't believe ya were holding out on me! Such a hauntingly beautiful melody. Hopefully I can hear more in the future." Sparkling silver tears steadily began to pour from Kafka's bony sockets as his lower jaw began to chatter. The marine biologist barely had a second to pray before the siren's large form came straight for him.

"OOOOOH MY SWEET SOSHI!!" "OI! Be careful or else you're going to capsize the boat!!" The rain steadily began to ebb away as light started to pierce through the gray clouds. Almost if the heavens were appeased by the siren's song.

Or the peculiar love between man and beast displayed amidst the open sea.

And that's it. This drabble is part of an AU in the works. I'll be linking it here when the basis is fully written.

This is my first time writing for these characters so I really hope they aren't too OOC. Any questions can be answered on my main blog @sonicasura.

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talesofsonicasura · 2 months ago

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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talesofsonicasura · 4 months ago

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Venom and Shadow

A crossover that came to mind thanks to the latest Sonic the Hedgehog 3 trailer. This partly stems from a different idea I had for a while. If you guys are wondering about the other members of the Sonic movie cast, that will be for a different page. Now let's get started!

It has been 3 months since Eddie lost his job and marriage due to the Life Foundation 'scandal'. Things have been difficult as he struggles to find jobs to keep the roof of his cheap apartment over his head. Nevermind the still fresh emotional turmoil the man inflicted on himself.

Eddie honestly thought the insanity was almost over. That is until one fateful night changed his life forever. He was shamefully walking home in complete darkness. Eddie recently came from another failed job interview, the fifth one this week to be exact.

There is only so much cash writing minor tabloid articles could make him. He was running on fumes and it's only a matter of time before he had nothing. Eddie needed another job if he doesn't want the bills to stack. His thoughts are interrupted by a strange noise in a nearby alleyway.

Any normal person would have ignored but the man was too curious for his own good. Eddie honestly expects the source of the noise to be an alleycat at best and a shaky homeless person at worse. He never expected some black furry creature with red highlights.

Or the white gloves it was wearing to be stained blood from the gunshot wound in their side. Eddie didn't have much of a choice when the being collapsed to the ground. Hopefully he wouldn't regret taking them back to his apartment.

Yup! Eddie's first encounter with the otherworldly is with Shadow instead of Venom. Before anyone even asks, he wouldn't give him up. The movies take inspiration from the comics and Eddie's character is one such thing. He stands up for those who can't defend themselves through words even after he got Venom.

Eddie could use Shadow to gain money or fame but the man wouldn't. By doing so will make him no better than the corrupt individuals he fights such as Drake. To summarize how the hedgehog got out, you can blame an incompetent GUN officer for not monitoring his stasis pod well.

Although Shadow didn't come out of it with just some gunshot wounds. Whatever the officer done to free him resulted in the hedgehog developing amnesia. The only thing he remembers is his name, Maria's and that he is a hedgehog.

Due to his amnesia, Shadow is closer to a docile, nervous yet curious blank slate than an angry vengeful mess. (Like the fandom portrayed him before we got the first trailer for Sonic 3.) Eddie obviously doesn't know what he got himself into. Yet something inside him told the man he had to help the hedgehog.

The next three months consist of Eddie caring for Shadow. It includes taking him outside for nighttime activities, giving him an education to some extent, and anything else the hedgehog needs. This includes clothing to cover up the obvious inhuman appearance whenever they got out especially during the day.

Eddie also studied up on veterinary and standard medical procedures as well. He can't exactly take Shadow to a doctor nor a vet. The man didn't offer him food that normal hedgehog's eat because it might've offended the kid.

Only one person knows what Shadow really looks like: Maria. Meeting the homeless was a very rough affair for two reasons. The first being how it exactly happens.

During the first month, Eddie got into an argument with Shadow and the hedgehog ran off. He runs into Maria being harassed by a few drunks on the street thus he defends her. The woman's name accidentally triggers a lost memory and the intensity of it causes Shadow to collapse. He wakes up in her arms while she lectures Eddie.

This isn't the first incident where regaining a memory would cause the Ultimate Lifeform pain. Even the smallest thing like a cartoon could trigger a memory within Shadow. The more important it seems to be, the more painful it is.

Something that made Eddie extra cautious when it came to finding any information about the hedgehog. He knows it's only a matter of time before Shadow regains his memory. Thus the man would rather take it slowly for both their sakes.

Overall, everything had been mostly peaceful for the duo. Eddie doesn't feel like drowning himself in a bottle as Shadow keeps him grounded and mostly content. That is until Maria goes missing.

When Dora Skirth(female scientist) asks Eddie for help, he's very quick to jump on it. Shadow wasn't taking Maria's disappearance very well and the ex reporter is afraid that the kid will run off to find her. A fear proven true when the hedgehog appears at the lab to rescue the now unconscious woman.

Shadow was able to get Maria to a nearby hospital in time and doctors were able to resuscitate her. The Venom Symbiote however had already jumped into Eddie. You can bet it was awkward when the amnesiac hedgehog sees his dad walk into the apartment like a zombie. He does stop him from eating trash chicken but couldn't save the tater tots or dino nuggets.

Things get even more chaotic after Venom nips Shadow for trying to save the food. An unknown yet familiar power deep inside the hedgehog slowly begins to awaken. Something that the symbiote seems to recognize.

These newfound Doom Powers immediately put Shadow in the crosshairs of Carlton Drake. Now Eddie has to fight against the Life Foundation while trying to solve the deeper and darker mystery about Shadow. He can't forget trying to manage a predatory symbiotic alien's voracious hunger either. Or the sporadic mutations that begin to emerge within his hedgehog son.

Luckily for them both, Venom is happy to help Eddie protect his 'offspring' than just deal with Drake. Although the Life Foundation isn't the only thing he has to handle. Sometimes the past refuses to stay behind.

Whether it be his or Shadow's.

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