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Ashton's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Minotaur Word Count: ~ 0.61 K Relationships Mentioned: Crowley as a (godawful) father figure, young(er) Trein TW: Vargas was abandoned, Crowley as an awful father figure -------------------------------

Mozus stared dumbfoundedly at the chubbiest baby minotaur he had ever seen. He had found it out in the courtyard by the well, contentedly stuffing its mouth with tiny fistfuls of grass, looking around bright eyed.

He was only more confused when the tiny tot started to giggle and toddle after Crowley as he breezed past him to tend to one of the apple trees. It was evident the little beast couldn't keep up, and also that the headmage was far too scatterbrained to pick up on the fact he was being followed. Despite knowing better, Trein sighed to himself and followed after the two of them. "Crowley." The man whirled around to face him, grinning, until it faltered and he looked down. then squawked at the baby. "YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW ME!"

Trein sighed as the toddler inevitably burst into tears. It was only at that point he felt comfortable enough to pick the little monster up. He grunted as he did so, the babe being heavier than he had anticipated originally, but managed to stand up with it and allowed it to snuggle into him as he rubbed its back. "Where was he meant to go Dire? How did you even get yourself into this mess?" Crowley huffed, puffing his feathers up disdainfully and gestured for Trein to follow him as he continued on his way. "I didn't do anything, now get rid of it, it's parents must b-" "Minotaurs abandon their runts. You should know that. And assuming you found this one alone, you should have known it was going to follow the first thing that gave it attention. Though I've never taken you as the caring type." Crowley turned and blinked blankly. "I'm not. I was after the bell on his neck. It glinted and I figured I could take it, but since he is but a child, I allowed him to keep it. Aren't I generous?" He grinned widely. "Now you're holding the snotty thing, you can take care of it." He turned on his heel, waving goodbye to an incredulous Trein. "It can't come to classes though, so if you need someone to babysit it it's best you arrange for that immediately." The minotaur sat enough to watch Crowley walk away, before soft sobs left it and it struggled in Trein's grip, desperate to follow the feathered man. Trein couldn't keep his hold on him, gently letting him go and catching a glimpse of the aforementioned bell, watching him run after Crowley. He grabbed a fistful of the mans feathers, causing Crowley to squawk in surprise and look down at the minotaur now chewing on his feathers, eyes filled with tears. ".....go on. Leave me be." Crowley tapped at the little monster lightly with his shoe. Trein came up beside him and chuckled softly, patting his shoulder. "It seems hungry. I'm sure you can figure out what to do with him. He clearly doesn't want me." Trein gave Crowley a small satisfied smile and went on his way, ignoring the squawks and complaints from behind him. ----------------------------------- The baby merely giggled as Crowley tried to pull away from it, it's tiny hands gripping onto his feathers too tightly to merely shake him off. It took him a few moments, but he finally looked down at the little beast and noticed how brightly his eyes shined up at him. Crowley finally sighed. "Fine. You can follow me. I suppose having someone around that has no clue what they're doing will make me feel very intelligent. Not that you get it. You're a child. Very well. Just stop pulling on my feathers!" --------------------------------------------------

A/N: I hate writing endings I fucking suck at them lmaooo anyways. if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Sam's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Shadow Word Count: ~ 0.47K Relationships Mentioned: Sam's dad (completely made up, don't think you missed something in canon or I'm spoiling something, I'm not) TW: Death (peaceful/happy) the horrors that hotdogs are --------------------------------------

One of the many advantages to being a shadow, was easy passage to and from the human realm. Nobody paid any mind to things they thought were a trick of the light. The family business relied on this. And Sam loved it. He and his old man used to walk in the human cities together all the time, filling in the shadows of people to get around and take in everything the sights, the smells, the sounds - which admittedly, not all of them were very pleasant, but it was the city. What else could he have asked for?

People were stupid, slow and unobservant. While wallets and money were all well and good, they never saw the value of their belongings like Sam's father did. Sam remembered wandering the city, slinking from alley to alley, shadow to shadow, keeping up with his father best he could and picking up whatever trinkets he could find in hopes his dad would find a way to put a valuable spin on it. The other lovely thing about being a shadow was transportation was easy. All they had to do was allow an object to slip into the void that was their torso, and they could pull it out later. Anything they wanted, they would just expand their body to fit. Sam remembered how proud he was when he did it to his first hot dog stand, and the look on his father's face when he showed him what he brought home. They had repainted it together, rebranded it, and "borrowed" some other materials from the humans to upgrade it. Thankfully, hotdogs are hotdogs regardless of whether you're in the human or the monster realm. The amalgamation of deemed undesirable meats stuffed into a somewhat more palatable tube was almost surprising for it to have been a human invention. It didn't matter though, it had been Sam's first business he ran with his father in the monster realm. Even after his father passed, his memory lived on. Sam was rather satisfied with how his shop was coming together - on a college campus no less. He knew full well what he could do with the prices- and then tuition would practically pay for itself. He chuckled softly as he set the last of his wares down and picked up what was effectively a blacked out mirror. "They still don't know how t'get a good photo of people like us dad, but they can't hold a candle to our business either. I hope you're with mom. I can't wait t'tell y'both 'bout how far I've come." He smiled softly, placing the photo somewhere he would see it all the time, before moving to flip the sign on his door from "closed" to "Welcome In". Not that anyone was waiting or anything. But it felt good to be back on his feet. ------------------------------------- A/N: Does this make sense? hopefully it makes sense lskdjfhdskjf if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Che'nya's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Strigoi (took some liberties) Word Count: ~ 0.37K Relationships Mentioned: Riddle, Dr. Rosehearts (Read Riddle's here) TW: Dead animal/partially alive?, implied malnourishment on Riddle's part, neglectful "alcoholic" mother, and Che'nya is slowly killing her -------------------------------------------

"Hehehe, see I told nya I'd bring back some food." Che'nya butted his head affectionately against the tiny vampire, despite only having known him for less than an hour. He had climbed in through his window again, and made himself comfortable on Riddle's floor, plopping a still-squeaking mole on the floor. Riddle gasped and scrambled away from it as it struggled. Che'nya suppressed a giggle and moved to bump against the small boy gently again. "When nya get outta here, you're gonna have to learn to hunt. Don't worry. It can be scary the first few times, but I promise it's gonnya be ok. As soon as you bite it for blood, it won't feel a thing." He nudged Riddle towards the wounded mole gently, encouraging him to try it. Riddle glanced back at him reluctant, especially since hunger wasn't gnawing at him like it used to. He stared down at the mole before hesitantly starting to feast. Che'nya patted Riddle's head gently while he ate, before moving to his bedroom door. "'m gonna be right back, ok? Don't ya worry about me, I'll be back to clean you and your room up, mkay?" He gave Riddle a wide smile and wink. Despite Riddle being more than a little nervous, he found himself feeling rather "floaty" again as he indulged in the rodents blood.

Che'nya very quietly opened and shut Riddle's bedroom door, going invisible as he made his way through Dr. Rosehearts home. He made sure not to walk, instead floating over the ground to prevent her from hearing him in the event his little curse hadn't worked. It took him a minute to find her, passed out on the livingroom floor. He scoffed at the sight of her, moving to her stashed blood she used for herself and reinforcing the curse he had put on it weeks ago. Eventually, one of these days she would stop waking up after she drank while denying her son of his basic needs. For now though, the hours she spent asleep were more than enough for Che'nya to take care of Riddle without scaring him. Satisfied, he silently made his way back to his friend. He would never know the truth. -------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Neige's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: N/A - Human Word Count: ~ 0.5K

Relationships Mentioned: Rook, Vil (read their backstory here for some Info before this one) TW: Implied stalking, breaking and entering, torture, murder, a non consensual Kiss, basically dead dove ---------------------------------------

".....You really need to stop. I-I know you said you wanted to be friends, but this is getting out of hand Rook...." Neige's voice shook a bit as he watched the peculiar man. He was perched carefully on his windowsill, his eyes glinting madly in the low light. Rook sighed a bit and stepped into Neige's room, making the poor boy tremble as he backed up towards his bed.

"Rook I'm going to have to call sec-GHHK!" Rook stabbed the knife into Neige's stomach, pushing him back against the bed and making him lay back, covering his mouth. He pulled out the knife and dragged the bloody tip lightly against Neige's face, so as not to damage the skin as he giggled. "Call them. Go ahead and scream Neige. I dare you~" Neige gasped for air as tears rolled down his cheeks, trying to put together some sort of sentence, but failing as a sturdy hand grabbed his cheeks from under his chin. "You know how I feel about you, right Neige? You know how perfect you are, correct?" Neige gave him a weak nod as he sobbed "Please don't hurt me" Rook laughed softly, bringing the knife to his lips and licking it. "No, no no Neige, I'm not hurting you~ you should see the state Vil Schoenheit is in....he's hurting. Which is why I've come here. The little...accident he was involved in....he requires surgical help immediately....and while I could go with anyone else....nobody else has hurt me quite like you Neige. While you are perfect in every way...you still rejected me of your hand in partnership. So I will simply take what I need from you....to give to the man who DOES love me! And happens to be short a couple limbs at the moment. Oh but don't worry Neige. I've tested several other subjects to ensure your beautiful body will take properly to my new love." He leaned in to kiss Neige gently. "But don't worry your pretty little head. It'll all be over soon enough dear~" Neige tried to scream, but he blacked out, only for a moment. When he came to, he was coughing, choking on his own blood as Rook held his severed tongue in his mouth, still giggling. Neige hazily watched as Rook used fishing line to easily slice through his flesh, before everything faded to black. ------------------------------------------------------------

Rook hummed softly to himself as he finished up the job, stuffing the limbs he would use for Vil's body into a bag. He took his time, knowing full well that nobody would notice the beloved popstar was missing until morning. All he would have had to have done to avoid this was said yes, even to just one of the love letters Rook had sent him over the years. But he didn't. But Rook always had backups. He would never tell Vil that though. And now that Vil had "lost" much of his body...and his life, all that was left to do was give Vil the best body Rook could come up with.

-------------------------------- A/N: lskdjfhdlskjfhlkj uhhh sorry Neige byeeeeee

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Malleus' Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Loosely Based on Typhon - the father of all monsters in Greek Mythology Word Count: ~ 0.32K Relationships Mentioned: Malleus' grandmother TW: Not much just a sad bby -----------------------------------------------------

Malleus looked longingly outside his palace window at the multicoloured lights that dotted the kingdom he would one day inherit. He rested his cheek against his arms carefully, so as not to prick himself against the spines. He could hear the laughter and joy that spread throughout the kingdom, and when he closed his eyes he could pretend he was down there, among them, instead of this awful prison he felt he was trapped in. He sighed and "trudged" away from the window, before moving to look at himself in his mirror, dejected. He was supposed to have a handle on his monstrous form by now - if he did, he would have been allowed to attend his first festival. If he could do that, then his grandmother said that he would have also proven that he had a full handle on his magic. But his reflection was glaring proof he wasn't ready. The mass of writhing snakes beneath him, supporting him. His torso and face were humanoid, but the scales and spines on his arms were blaringly obvious, even with the few patches he had managed to control enough to merely look like skin. He spread his wings to take a good look at them. Leathery, bat-like wings protruded from his back. He let out a small huff of annoyance, and a small spew of green fire to accompany it as he closed them abruptly and went to his bed.

In a matter of seconds, fat tears rolled down the bridge of his nose and down onto his pillow as he sniffled, hugging it to his face and sobbing as he curled up. He had been looking forward to this being the year he could finally go and maybe....just maybe make a friend or two. But it was Draconia tradition he had to adhere to. And if his grandmother said he wasn't ready, he would respect that. ---------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: I might write a continuation of this like....in a month or so bc I have more ideas but I really need to catch up on twstober first lmao

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Lilia's Backstory - Monster AU

Monster: Naga Word Count: 0.68K Relationships Mentioned: Silver, his birth mother TW: Child abandonment, brief PTSD moment --------------------------------------

Who would be foolish enough to leave their child unattended in the woods? The babes cry hadn't ceased for nearly an hour. Normally, Lilia preferred a challenge when it came to food. Not only that, but he enjoyed watching children play and have fun from his refuge in the trees. He found them rather endearing, and thrived off how lively they could be. But this one sounded much younger than the ones he would watch play. And it didn't seem to stop crying, peaking both his interest and concern. It didn't take him long to find the source of the sobbing, draping himself comfortably across sturdy tree limbs as he peered down at the small wicker basket on the ground. There was a bag next to it, with a piece of paper attached to the side. The basket, upon closer inspection, had the child inside of it bundled nicely in a soft, blue fabric. It's crying was starting to slow, easing into ragged, tired sounding whimpers. It wasn't until Lilia was sure the tiny being was asleep that he let himself fall to the ground and slither closer to investigate. The child had fine, silvery hair and rosy cheeks from having cried so much. Lilia felt a moment of regret for not having come checked sooner, reaching out to gently wipe the child's tears away. However, the moment he came into contact with him, he recoiled as if he'd been shot. Images flashed in his mind of times best left forgotten; memories he had repressed. It took him a moment to collect himself, before wiping at tears he hadn't realized he'd shed. He glanced at the child, stunned and almost afraid. He wracked his memory for any sort of monster that was capable of such a thing, but the ability draw up old memories was too vague to really come up with something. He debated leaving the child - clearly he wasn't equipped to care for it- but chided himself when he looked back at the babies face. It wasn't the child's fault. His eyes finally settled on the paper on the bag next to him, cautiously approaching it before unfolding it and reading the note. I didn't want to do this, I never wanted to do this. If you're reading this, I hope you understand. I would tell you everything if I could. Bear to you my whole story, how it came to this. But I don't have time. All I can ask is that you'll forgive me for asking this of you. This is was? my son. He's six months old and hasn't got a name yet. I was terrified to call him by anything in the event he passed early, or if I was caught with him. This bag has the beginnings of what you'll need to take care of him. Diapers, wipes, bottles, formula, blankets, clothes, anything I could shove inside. I never wanted to part with him, but now that I must, I hope that some kindly monster will take him in as their own. Please. This is likely my dying wish. I know you don't owe me anything...but he's just a baby. And I have no other options. So if you answer this desperate mother's plea, thank you. Thank you and may you know a life of riches and happiness and health. There was another paragraph haphazardly scribbled, but she had crossed it out. Lilia folded the note back up and peered into the bag, curious and taking note that everything she had listed, and then some, was inside. He looked back to the now peacefully sleeping child, very carefully using a clawed finger to pull the blanket down from his face. He noticed there were no repercussions, easing his nerves and making the decision easier for him. He would learn to take care of this monster, whatever he was, and raise him as his own. Warmth sparked inside of him as he slung the bag over his shoulder and held the basket carefully, rocking it slightly as he slithered back to his home. -------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: I hate writing endings I fucking suck at them lmaooo anyways. if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!

Sebek and Silver's Backstories - Monster AU

lmao can you tell I'm starting to run out of steam? Monsters: Undead partial skeletal/zombie soldier, (Sebek) Baku/dreameater (Silver) (I did take some liberties) Word Count: ~0.42K Relationships Mentioned: Silver + Sebek sibling like bond, Lilia, Sebek's father, random werewolf family TW: Unattached limbs?? thats about it, pretty fluffy actually ----------------------------------------------

"Give it back this instant! As a future retainer to the Great and Honourable Prince Malleus, I won't be moked this way!" Sebek ran frantically between his father's friends sons, his efforts in vain to get his bone back between the two werewolf boys. Silver's attention was drawn to the commotion as Lilia and Sebek's father, and his friend conversed, trudging over to find out what was going on. He kept a tight grip on his pillow and blanket as he settled next to Sebek, who was fuming and near tears at this point, hugging himself with the one arm he had kept. "It's mocked." Silver rubbed his eye sleepily. "Not mocked. And could you two please stop it? My friend needs his arm. If you're looking for bones, my father can show you where the humans bury theirs." Sebek had a small, angry fit over being corrected, but settled, pouting and glaring at the older boys. Evidently, they hadn't heard, or chose not to hear Silver. Silver sighed softly, setting up his blanket, but not for one of his normal naps. "YOU BETTER STOP BEFORE MY BEST FRIEND GETS MY ARM BACK FORC-FORCING.....BY FIGHTING YOU!" Sebek's voice carried much louder than Silver's, causing the boys to stop their play fighting over Sebek's arm, before laughing. "What.....the kid on the ground?" Sebek glanced over to see Silver curled up on his pillow, snoring softly, before grinning widely a the two boys and putting his hands- ....hand on his hip. "I'd give it back right now if I were you! He's charging up!" "He's sleep-" The boy's retort was cut short as his brother sniffled, starting to weep. Immediately he turned to tend to his brother, concerned, but the boy just laughed softly. "Remember when...." He started rambling incoherently about a memory he had forgotten, a positive experience that caused his brother to get emotional as well, hugging him. In doing so, he dropped the bone that was Sebek's arm, giving him time to run in and grab it, shake the saliva off it, and try to reattach it before poking at Silver's back gently with his shoe. "I don't get why you don't just scare them like everyone else woulda done..." Silver stirred slowly, rubbing his eyes, before smiling sleepily at Sebek. "You got your arm back, and nobody got hurt. Why does it matter?" Sebek just huffed in response. "I'll take that as a thank you. Now come on, let's go back to father before they decide they want another bone to chew on."

------------------------------------------------ A/N: if you made it here, you might want to check out my other Twstober works here, or if you're looking for some more fluff after that fic, you can check out my main masterlist here. Ask box is open if you have any questions! Thanks for reading!