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valiantstarlights · 11 months

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I am obsessed with your writing especially Demon Dream and the lovely priest he took as his husband

I keep wanting the angst though of Hob getting kidnapped while he is carrying their baby and Dream threatening to unleash the apocalypse until he gets Hob back

Thank you 🖤 I love them too, blasphemous as they are. 🥰

Okay. So while I think it's highly unlikely for priest!Hob to get kidnapped, especially when he gets pregnant, let's say it did happen.

CW: violence and gore, but neither dream nor hob gets hurt so don't worry 😊 strangely fluffy 👀

Maybe the lower demons squatting in Destruction's abandoned territory thought it was a good idea to kidnap Dream's pregnant consort as a hostage. Give us what we want and you'll get your whore and your spawn back.

Maybe they managed to plant a couple of their own agents among Dream's household servants, and they knocked Hob out and carried him out through a hidden passageway in the dead of night while Dream is visiting one of his siblings' territories for some administrative business.

Maybe they even manage to drug Matthew the hellhound's food, knowing that the hellhound never leaves Hob's side, especially with Dream gone with Jessamy.

(Matthew has followed Hob around like a 3 month old puppy since he arrived, always begging for pets and treats. Matthew is as large as a warhorse and he is very spoiled. 🐶)

The lower demons behind the kidnapping plot are very happy that the first phase of their plan succeeded without a hitch.

For the second phase, they write a threatening letter to Dream with their demands. They foolishly mention that they're gonna hurt Hob and their unborn child.

Dream, currently in Desire's territory, goes ballistic when he receives the letter. He goes full Nightmare form, towering over everyone, horns and wings and tail on display, fanged mouth dripping with blood, claws long and sharp, his feet leaving fiery footprints in his wake.

(In short, very scary sexy.)

Desire, Unity, and a pregnant Miranda do their best to calm him down, but every time Dream sees Miranda's stomach, he is reminded of Hob and he wants to tear Hell apart looking for him.

Desire feels for their brother. When Unity had been pregnant with Miranda, they almost had their entire territory on lockdown. So they offer to join forces with Dream to look for whoever is responsible and fashion a new level of Hell just for the culprits. Them and Dream are going to personally torture them all for eternity.

Dream is very grateful and calms down a little. He is still freaking out, thinking the absolute worst scenarios and remembering the last morning he spent with Hob, with the man standing behind him in the vanity, combing his hair and being very careful about his horns, how warm he felt when they embraced, how the baby kicked between them, as if wanting attention as well. Hob had laughed when the baby continued kicking and stretching, with Dream's large hands pressed against his stomach, imploring the child to take it easy on Hob's body.

Did he tell Hob that he loves him before he left? He must have. He remembers kissing him until Hob pushed Dream's face away playfully and told him he's already running late.

Before Dream left, Hob told him that he wants guava jelly donuts and smoked sausages when he comes back from visiting Desire. They had visited together, a long time ago, before Hob got pregnant. Dream remembers being dragged to various food stalls, and Hob chatting with the food vendors, who were happy to serve him and Dream their best creations.

He wants to see Hob's smile again. Feel their child moving in Hob's belly again.

Desire helps him write messages to their other siblings, informing them of the situation, and has their own trusted messengers send the letters.

Dream is glad that Desire is helping him, because he cannot think clearly right now. He wants to storm Destruction's abandoned territory first, and Hob cannot possibly be there.

...Unless the rebellion they quelled years ago have managed to build their forces back up again and they were the ones behind this.

He tells this to Desire, who finds his logic sound. And without another word, they gear up for battle and call upon their armies.

Meanwhile, Hob is being kept in a glass cage. Not like Dream's fishbowl, but kinda like an aquarium. Roomier, and has the amenities of a prison cell, which Hob is actually thankful for, because he pees a lot these days.

No one has touched him yet, but he has heard the things they want to do to him: unpleasant things he'd rather not hear. He hopes his baby is asleep and not listening because he doesn't want them to be traumatized.

He knows that Dream is coming for him and that all these lower demons would pay for what they have done, but he wishes he would come sooner rather than later. He is still a couple months away from giving birth, but he worries about his nutrition. He wants his baby to be healthy, and prison food in Hell is just...not it.

(He's only been here like a day and he hates it.)

And he misses Dream. This is the first time they've been away from each other this long. He wants to lay in bed with him and have him hum lullabies from his own childhood while he presses kisses on Hob's stomach. He wants to read books sitting on Dream's lap, Dream reading his own book, and Matthew and Jessamy napping at their feet. He wants to eat his meals with him which would eventually lead them to fuck in the dining room.

Dream is gentler, these days, torturing Hob sweetly when he goes slow and gentle rather than fast and rough like Hob sometimes craves.

Hob wants his husband.

Hob wants his child to be safe and healthy.

Hob wants to kill every single last one of these motherfuckers who dare lay a hand on him, and would dare harm his child.

As you can see, once Hob enters the anger stage of the five stages of grief, he's as vicious as Dream and his other siblings. He may just be human, and he may be currently pregnant and seemingly helpless, but you have to remember that this is the same man who murdered someone in cold blood when he was still a priest because he wanted to save a convent full of nuns from being the man's victims.

Also, Hell has changed him.

He vows that he's going to survive, and in a couple of months, he'll safely give birth to his and Dream's child in the safety of Dream's castle.

And so he waits.

He waits until the lower demons grow restless, and for them to become stupid enough to want to enter his cage and do what they said they were going to do.

He barely has to wait a full day.

The first batch of demons enter his cage, and they're all smirking, telling him that Dream has abandoned him, and that he's their plaything now.

Hob has his back against the corner, but he is calm and says nothing back. Just caresses his belly complacently.

When the first one brazenly steps closer, Hob opens his mouth and starts reciting scripture.

The demons, almost as one, clap their hands against their ears before they explode in a shower of blood.

Hob continues speaking, projecting his voice louder, the way he used to do when he gave Mass as a priest.

It was an accident, how he found out that scripture can hurt the lower demons.

Back when he was new in Hell, a servant had given him his meal in his rooms. Dream had been across the castle attending to some business, and Hob had begged him for a reprieve after the previous night's activities so he was still in bed.

The servant served him his food, then demurely steps to the side, in case he has a need for anything else.

Unthinkingly, Hob had said grace. And the poor demon girl had shrieked and clapped her hands against her ears, and Hob immediately shut his mouth and apologized profusely.

The servant girl's ears bled a little, but her full recovery time took a week. She was a lovely girl and so Hob sent her gifts every day until she healed, genuinely apologetic about his thoughtless action.

Back then, he had only spoken the first four words of the prayer. Now he is reciting the entire Book of Psalms.

Desire and Dream, along with their combined armies, arrive at Destruction's territory and mercilessly slaughters all the demons they meet. Their bodies will reform later, but they have been marked for torture, and will not be able to escape or hide ever again.

Dream is a monster in the battlefield. Demons actually flee at the sight of him, but he does not let them. He carves a bloody path straight to Destruction's crumbling castle, where his heart is telling him to go.

Once he disintegrates the castle doors, he descends the stairs towards the basement, heart in his throat, fearing the worst.

He is barely halfway down the steps when he sees a massacre.

From how the bodies are positioned, though, they look like they were fleeing something. Some died covering their ears. Others are just a spray of red on the walls and floors.

He walks on.

In the middle of the basement is a glass cage. He snarls at the sight, imagining Hob being caged and treated like an animal, when he should be placed on a throne and dressed in the richest and softest materials, spoiled and well-fed and loved.

The cage's walls are covered in blood, and Dream knows he has to go inside and check, but what if--

He can't bear it if--

He hears humming.

He runs forward and wrenches the cage's door open, and is met with Hob, sitting on the bed that is pushed against one wall, covered in blood but looking unharmed.

Hob's face lights up when he sees Dream, and Dream rushes towards him, falling down on his knees and running his hands all over his love, checking if he's safe. If the baby is safe. Dream is going to start torturing everyone responsible as soon as their bodies reform.

"I'm fine, Dream, honestly," Hob says, laughing and batting his hands away.

It's so good to hear him laugh again. Dream kisses him, unmindful of the blood smearing between their faces.

"And our child?" Dream asks, hands still on Hob's arms, holding him so his mind registers that this is, in fact, real. Hob is alive. Hob is fine. "Are they safe?"

"Of course they are," Hob says. "Although I have to say, they have had enough excitement for a while. No excitement again until they're at least a century old, please."

"You would not let them help me torture the demons who dared to end their life before they're born?"

Hob hums and thinks about it. Finally, he says, "Not if I were there to remind you both to take breaks."

Dream laughs. It's terrible and frightening, but Hob loves it. And oh, how Dream loves his husband back.

"Thank you for rescuing me, by the way," Hob says as he stands. Dream helps him up, and places his hand on Hob's back, gently massaging the area. "Oooh, that feels good, thank you."

"I do not think you needed rescuing at all," Dream remarks, now looking at the scene around them. Only the place where Hob was sitting is free of blood and guts. "Did you do all this?"

Hob looks at him askance. "Of course I did. Have you so little faith in me?"

Dream pulls his beautiful, brilliant husband towards him again, and together they stand in the middle of the carnage that is Hob's doing alone. Between them, their child moves and greets Dream with a gentle nudge against Hob's stomach. Dream presses his hand against the movement, and with the other tilts Hob's lovely face up so he would see just how much Dream means his next statement.

"My love, you are the only one I have unending faith in, and the only one I will gladly spend the rest of my life worshipping." He leans down and gives his love a chaste kiss on the lips. They are both covered in blood, but it doesn't matter. It's irrefutable evidence that they would do everything in their power to get back together and keep their family safe.

Hob hums. "I'm looking forward to this eternal worship by first eating the guava jelly donuts and the smoked sausages I asked you to buy."

"And you shall have them," Dream promises. "For I have not forgotten."

"Carry me home?"

Dream obediently leans down and picks his husband up in his arms. Hob's ankles must be killing him. All the more reason to make these bastards suffer. He is looking forward to showing them just how badly they fucked up.

But that can wait until after his husband is happy and sated and safe behind his castle walls again.

#priest hob AU #phew this got a bit long #ask and you shall receive #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs #bamf hob gadling #shockingly good husband #dream of the endless

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obeymesheep · 2 years

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Nicknames

Lucifer, Mammon, Levithan

you/your reader

Part 2 !here!

Part 3 !here!

HII!! i'm back with so more headcannons, english has been draining my will to write anything full, but i hope to get my next full one out tomorrow or sunday! Sorry if Levi is ooc

Lucifer

Dear

Definitely not a unpopular opinion that Lucifer is more of a classic sort of guy, and Dear is his main nickname! He likes it because he feels very domestic when he uses it! He also feel very good when you bring him a little cup o' joe, and thanks you with a little "I love you, Dear"

Bean

Ok, a little silly sure but the story is cute. Lucifer is absolutely hammered on wine (or would it be demonias or smth) You sharing a couple of glasses, he starts getting really love sick silly, "You're such a little bean, you're so cute I love you" so of course you start calling him jelly, he only really uses it when he's drunk but you always call him jelly <3

Human

A fan-favourite among the demons, he only uses this when he's either teasing you or youre in some hot shit. It's like when a mom uses a child's full name to let them know they messed up. "Human, you think you can just get away with that?" But it's more of a tone thing so you can always tell when's he's teasing and time to kiss his face or when it's time to run!

Mammon

Little Crow

Mammon always uses this one when he's comforting you! It makes you feel small and safe, in your protectors arms! "Just relax little crow, I got you" one hundred percent starts calling you that because of how close you are with his familiars, they just naturally like you! They follow you around, and bring you little trinkets it just felt natural!

Baby

Starts calling you that, when you show him a human romcom, thinks it's a little weird that humans call each other that, but Mammons got the spirit! Definitely the one he calls you baby most, it doesn't embarrass him to call you that in front of others like his more embarrassing nicknames, "I love you baby, got that?"

Treasure

Another big fannon one! He uses this one when he's feeling a little more possessive, or when he's jealous! This one came pretty naturally to him it was the first one he came up with for you, "you're all my treasure! nobody else's" Just a swift arm wrapped around the waist and casual nickname drop says all that needs to be said when someone's challenging Mammon!

Leviathan

Henry

Cannon Nickname!! Calls you this because you're his best friend!! and wether or not you're in a romantic relationship doesn't change that! "ROTFL henry did you see that?" Uses this nickname the most, it's one that's close to his heart and can use wether or not he's feeling flustered!

Ruri

I can't believe I've never seen this before, but he definitely calls you that, I mean come on he known to call you Anime characters names this isn't totally out of the blue! He uses it when he's feeling particularly romantic, when you're curled into his side watching an anime! "I love you Ruri!"

Cutie

This is a normie nickname you forced him to call you! Well not really but that's what Levi tells people. You were playing nentendogs with him and named a dog Cutie, soooo totally not normie, right? "Aaah cutie stop being so cute!" Cutie is a nicknamed saved for comfort! He wants to remind you about being happy and playing video games with him.

#creams fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #creams headcannons #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

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dragontamer05 · 11 months

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There's so much to love about Iruma and Sullivan's relationship, but one of the best things is how much he not only loves but respects his grandson.

While I have no doubt in Sully's genuine desire for a grandchild- if well fueled for the demonishly selfish reason of being sick and tired of having to listen to his friends gush about theirs and getting jelly that he doesn't have a kid to gush about.

And beyond that, clearly having some deeper ulterior motives for choosing to take in a human child and simply adopt well a demon child.

Like based off only hearing that you might imagine a character that's totally selfish, cruel and uncaring as the parents who sold Iruma off to this demon in the first place.

But he's not. From the get go he's loving and caring and wants nothing for the best for Iruma. I mean technically had he not been such a pushover he could have said no to being Sully's grandchild but well that probably wouldn't have ended well (as while it's arguable if he meant it or not but when asked what would happen if he said no Sully said he'd eat him but who knows if he actually would have)

Now said ulterior motives as mentioned earlier, is and this isn't a spoiler as it's pretty clear from the get go, revolves around the currently missing Demon King - Derkila/Delkira and a prophecy of someone will become them someday.

You can't really deny that Sully definitely hopes and would love to see Iruma become the Demon King, however although that's certainly a future he sees and would like for Iruma it is and has by no means ever been forced on him. He might plant the idea and point his kid in the right direction while offering every opportunity that leads to the path of becoming the next Demon King, but the rest is up to him.

There's no demand that he has to become the Demon King, the closest being with some stuff happening more recently in chapters as the 13 crowns devise a plan of picking someone to finally take the empty throne but again Iruma did have some choice/say in the matter. In that he more then certainly would have been allowed to object if he held 0 interest what so ever

Which while I'm sure he didn't at first all signs are showing that he's certainly starting to consider the idea more at the very least.

Heck given that demon's are like mostly driven by their desires even if you wanted to try argue at the very start it was all an act or something regardless Sullivan most certainly comes to love and adore his adopted grandson.

Overall Sully seems like the type who's always adored kids and while maybe was to busy in the past to handle such a responsibility always liking the idea of raising a kid- or now that he's older in this case just wanting a grandkid to spoil and cherish

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(Outside thought connected to the Demon King stuff but not Iruma and Sully's relationship specifically)

Not even Azz who is utterly devoted and quite set on the idea that Iruma will be the Next Demon King for sure and he'll make it happen, at the end of the day still cares about Iruma more then anything else and if Iruma were to actually stand up flat tell him that 'Sorry Azz I know you want me to be become the Demon King but I just don't think that's for me," I'm sure he'd disappointed but that guy would follow Iruma to the edge of the Netherworld no matter what and would support him in whatever he decided.

#iruma-kun #m!ik #sullivan iruma #iruma suzuki #suzuki iruma #like even though like part of this whole story is basically fowllowing iruma to become demon king #it never feels like the story itself or any character is pushing him to become that / something being forced on someone who doesn't want it

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jellycreamjammedart · 28 days

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Hei there demons. It is I, ya boi

A while ago I considered making a trivia-like video about the assets I've made for Killer In Purple 2, and maybe show off unused content as well as asset details you probably don't see in-game. Instead I'm posting here!

Part 1: THE VERY FIRST MODEL

I was approached by the dev of Killer in Purple 2, GoldieEntertainment (GFC) after showing off some voxel art I've made in a mobile app called Fancade, and invited to join in on helping expand on Killer In Purple 2. I was like heck yeah let's get this bread!

I downloaded a mobile voxel app called Mega Voxels that actually lets users export their creations, which is exactly what I needed! All set!

My first task was making a new model for the kid NPC that was being used in the game at the time, which was made by Goldie... on Blender according to him, if I recall correctly?

(video thumbnail)

It was also the only kid model in the game at the time.

Looking at it and the rest of the game at the time, I tried to stick to the "blocky aesthetic" it had going on. I started with the head/face.

(don't mind the ads, you can't escape them nowadays.)

When I showed it to GFC he pointed out its "soulless stare" 😂😂😂 And I was not fully satisfied with the result either. So I went on from there.

I decided to retain the blockiness but also making use of more color shades in order to smooth the edges and give it more personality. After some back and forth of experimenting and tweaking, this was the final result:

The little kiddy face we've all become familiar with! If you pay attention you'll see the eyes are still pretty much a square, with a tiny bit of different color shades surrounding it to give the illusion it's rounded, plus different pupil placement to curb the "soulless stare."

The hair is basic, based off GFC's original model while also drawing slightly inspiration from the sprites of Crying Child from FNAF 4.

"But Jelly," you ask, "what about the rest of the model, like the body? That's just a head." Well, I say: DON'T LOSE YOUR HEAD! We're about to get there! (im funny i swear)

The body was surprisingly very straightforward; I tried to keep in mind where the original model was segmented and tried to stick to the same segmentation with the new body. I tried to keep the original clothing when coloring as well.

And here we have one (1) full boye, asserting his dominance!

(The solid green spots were to help GFC see where the different pieces connect, which he could easily color over once they served their purpose.)

Keep this fine young lad in mind, y'all, since he'll go on to also become the base for just about every other child character in the game. I made such choice to make things easier and faster for GFC; that way he could apply pretty much the same rigging and animations to them with minimal modifications, to save time.

Giving the characters different expressions was something that came only later once GFC figured out a way to do it, but it was something I had already been thinking about. He asked me to give the kids a small select of facial expressions; aside from the pre-existing neutral smile, I was also tasked with giving them a scared face for when they see William with the knife out or witness a kill, and a dead face for when... well, when William gives them the ultimate BONK on the head, I guess.

Scared is pretty straightforward, but what would be a dead expression? There are many ways one could go about it. So rather than making one, I made several dead faces with different designs, and left it up to GFC to pick up the "winner."

First is the default neutral smile, second is scared, and all remaining ones are different dead expressions.

I went for combinations of blank faces, empty/hollowed out eyes, tear marks matching the well-known children spirits in FNAF, as well as the cartoony X'd out eyes, which wound up being GFC's pick.

And with that we wrap up for now. These were my first steps in helping Killer In Purple 2 slowly become what it is now and my first contributions to the game (with the exception of the different expressions which we went for after a substantial amount of work.)

It all started with this little guy and his former soulless stare!

Stay tuned for whenever I decide to make new posts talking about other assets! ❤

#fnaf #fnaf fangame #killer in purple 2 #kip2 #jellycream art #jellycream speaks #voxel #voxel art #3d #3d art

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midnightdonghyun · 11 months

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Butterfly ｡˚ ° KDH

Pairings ｡˚ ° Donghyun x Daehwi

Characters ｡˚ ° Omega Donghyun (ab6ix), Alpha Daehwi (ab6ix)

AU ｡˚ ° Omegaverse

Genre ｡˚ ° character exploration, friends to ??? kinda lovers, childhood friends, forbidden romance kinda

Warnings ｡˚ ° None

Word count ｡˚ ° 3k

Summary ｡˚ ° Donghyun is not happy with his presentation and has withdrawn from the world and from the friend he met in the woods as a child. Seeing a reminder of said friend has him out in the forest again... and the two get to talking after a few years of separation.

Notes ｡˚ ° Not proof read lol. Sort of a plot in this one. Idk if i wanna keep this concept like canon? It's a fun dynamic to play with for sure and i like both their charcters but dunno if i should mate them or not

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Sometimes Donghyun would wake up and feel like he was suffocating on his own scent. He smelled like an isle of fruit, and everytime anyone commented on it he felt nothing but shame. It was a constant reminder. Anywhere he went, anything he touched, it smothered him. He picked up a pen and it was left with a coat of jelly. He smoothed the wrinkles in his pants and they were smeared with jello. He stopped touching other people years ago. He would feel so guilty leaving them with red and orange fruit stains.

A person can’t smell their own scent, but Donghyun was convinced otherwise. Why else would he wake up choking on perfumed air? Maybe it was in his head. Maybe it was his own fear. Or maybe it was the handful of plums the Lord so graciously handed him.

Donghyun didn’t want plums and oranges and strawberries. He prayed for tall glasses of salt water. But this is what he was given. This is what he had to live with.

Even now, staring at the black ceiling waiting until his breathing slowed he had to lie in a bed with apples and grapefruit.

Donghyun always wondered why he was plagued with nightmares. Why he woke multiple times a night trembling and drenched in sweat. He can’t even remember what he dreamed about. If there were faces or demons, if they were bloody with guts or traumatic with lost family members. He just… can’t sleep.

He sat up. Imaginary cherries rolled across the warped wooden floor.

What was the point of trying again? He would just stay awake. Everything was so fitful. Ghosts that he couldn’t remember in his sleep. The crushing weight of failure during the day. It’s like he was stuck in limbo. One foot in the Garden another in Hell. God even gave him a pomegranate to remind him. Look at what you did to man.

The floor was cold, and the light outside was blue and silver. A full moon.

Yellow and blue, Donghyun turned his desk lamp on. Its light was soft, but it took a second for his eyes to adjust to the sudden warmth. His room was small. All of their rooms were small. That’s just how boarding school is, he supposed. Twin bed, desk, a dresser, a radiator, garbage can.

He had been inside other rooms before. They had cork boards with memories bottled into tickets and pictures of their pets. They had framed photos of their parents, siblings, aunties and uncles. Some had old family crests. Some of them had gifts from home. Hand knitted blankets that smelled like their dams, small baskets of their favorite snacks they couldn’t in this small town tucked away deep in the pines.

Donghyun was an orphan. His walls had a calendar and a crucifix. His bed had a synthetic blanket that the school provided. His desk had textbooks and notebooks.

He felt so very alone, and when he started smelling so sweet he understood why he was abandoned. Who would want this?

The few personal items he had weren’t much. There was a bible bound in leather with gold lettering. There was a rosary with white, pearly beads. There was Celery, a worn stuffed rabbit. And then there was Celery’s rosary, of course, currently wrapped around his plush neck. That one had plastic yellow beads. He had a few books of his own. A few outfits.

It’s not like he needs much. It’s not a very holy thing to have so many possessions, anyway. Donghyun was content with his minimalistic room, but… maybe one family photo would be nice.

He’ll have to repent for the jealousy later.

But there was one more thing. His eyes fell on it standing all alone in the dim yellow light that washed over the desk. It was pushed a little farther back, a memory lost to a corner, school and bible studies had taken precedence.

It was a butterfly. Blue. Carefully pinned inside its black frame. It was easy for Donghyun to see the care that went into it. It was a gift from someone special to someone special. Truth be told he hadn’t thought of this person in years.

They were kids when they met. Donghyun had crawled out of the window after one of his nightmares. Lost himself deep in the forest. He was a child then. So was the boy he met. Skinny. Pale. Donghyung was afraid of him at first. Some kind ghost. An evil spirit to entice him into sin or lead him into a lake and drown him. But he was just a boy. A strange boy unnaturally comfortable in the dark woods.

He said his name was Daehwi. He said he was from a village farther up the mountain. He said his family thought of Donghyun’s boarding school as a religious cult. A place full of false prophets and lies. Donghyun was deeply offended at first, but it didn’t last long. They met nearly every night for a long time. He would go into the forest and talk to his friend under the moon. It didn’t matter that Daehwi thought Donghyun was living in religious bondage and following lies and it didn’t matter that Donghyun thought Daehwi was a heretic spreading harmful pagan ideas and living secluded in the woods like a freak. They just worked somehow, and they both learned not to question it much.

Things fall apart when you question.

Daehwi loved butterflies. He pinned their corpses and hung them around his cabin. That’s what he told Donghyun, who thought it was a little strange at first. But Daehwi gave him a gift. And Donghyun wasn’t one to question gifts. It was like a piece of his soul that he entrusted Donghyun with.

Donghyun swayed, still looking at the little soul in the black frame. It was important to Daehwi. Why hadn’t he gone into the forest recently? Why did he stop years ago? If he went back would this small child still even be there? And what would he look like now?

Donghyun was moved to pull on proper pants, socks, shoes, and a jacket before he even really considered what he was doing. Sister Catherine said that sometimes the Lord works in hidden ways. That He pulls you into actions you would never take and when that happens all you have to do is trust Him and follow what He’s pulling you towards. Donghyun steeled his faith as he pulled his first floor window open.

In a last thought he pocketed the white rosary, and then he swung his feet out his window and carefully lowered himself into the shrubs below.

It was a dream, or maybe a memory. He always conflated the two.

The air had a bite to it. Needles swayed in the wind above his head. His feet worked from memory, and everything was bundled in the silver gauze spun by the moon herself. Donghyun started to fret. Would Daehwi even be there anymore? Had he forgotten too or was he bitter with Donghyun’s sudden abandonment? What would he say to him if he was there? He hoped they wouldn’t fight.

The tree they met under was still there. Daehwi said it was a bigleaf maple. It was massive and covered in moss. Thick branches sprawled in all directions and seemed to encompass the entire sky when you stood under it. A leafy Atlas bearing the brunt of the stars on its bark. A few of those branches had collapsed recently, breaking off from the trunk and horrid angels. They were still attached by a few woody tendons, and the entire scene made Donghyun think that something had died in that tree, even though it remained alive above its dragging limbs.

“Softwood rots in humid places like this.”

Donghyun started and turned towards the sudden voice. He appeared silently, as if he had melted from the moonlight. He did that the first time too, when Donghyun was lost and on the verge of tears. He stared for a second, a little awed at the moonghost standing in front of him with his hands in his pockets.

He wasn’t very tall and nor had he bulked up. He was still fairly pale and his eyes still had that clear, freezing gleam.

Donghyun didn’t know what to say. The words that came out were a little stupid, but what was he supposed to say?

“You’re still here.”

Daehwi narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t been. I gave up awhile ago.”

“Fated,” Donghyun took a step closer. “God wanted us here. Together.”

Daehwi cocked an eyebrow. “Your god, maybe.”

Donghyun shrugged, lowering himself into a squat. They used to sit here for ages. Neither one of them cared about how damp their pants got or how the cold would start burning into their bones. They would be too focused on each other. Too busy listening and talking. Daehwi always did all the talking back then. He would tell Donghyun about the stars they couldn’t see under the tree. The butterflies he liked the most. The saints and gods of his religion. How to slaughter a lamb ethically and painlessly. He was without God, but he was fascinating.

He was silent now, regarding Donghyun cooly. Was he angry they stopped meeting? Had he waited in the forest night after night in vain? Donghyun had told him he might stop coming. That things were getting more and more complicated the more he thought about puberty. About presenting. About his future. Did he understand?

“I like to think of Him as everyone’s god,” Donghyun said softly.

Daehwi scoffed. “Of course you do.”

An owl hooted somewhere in the distance. Daehwi looked off in its direction as if he could watch it take flight from here. Even the air around him felt icy and tense. Donghyun traced his angular jawline, eyes moving from his small ear to the tip of his chin. He had grown well. Donghyun wondered about him. His identity, his education, what had happened in the few years they cut each other out.

“My friend, talk to me.” Donghyun’s voice was almost a whisper in the cedars, tangling in the small vine maples and getting lost. “What have you been up to these days? What happened?”

Daehwi’s gaze turned back to him. Donghyun winced. It was dripping with something he couldn’t exactly put a word to. Apathy? Hatred? An unsanctioned marriage between the two?

“I waited, for one thing. I waited for my friend to come back, but he ran off with my gift.”

Donghyun could only flinch and grimace. Gifts were so important, in both of their secluded little sects. Pieces of the soul. A promise from one person to another. The start of a dialogue between the two. He had ghosted a courtship.

“Of course then I realized we were kids mimicking things we knew nothing about and that it never meant anything in the first place. And that hurt for awhile. But you get over it eventually.” He shrugged stiffly looking off into the black distance again.

Donghyun was silent for a few moments. These things had to be navigated so carefully. He was crossing a river by jumping from one small rock to another. They were so wet… covered with wigs of algae and robes of fresh water. A quick sign of the cross and he had to jump.

“So much happened. So much I wanted to die.”

Daehwi’s head turned slowly back in Donghyun’s direction. His gaze was still pained, but a little softer. Donghyun wondered if he ever really got over it.

“What happened?”

“I wanted to be a priest.”

“And why can’t you?”

Donghyun sighed and stood up. There were so many smells in the air. Moss. Water. Wet bark. The forest was alive with scent. It was easy to hide out here where the wind blew everything away so quickly you could barely catch a whiff of it. It’s not like a classroom behind stone walls where you could smell everyone in nearly every adjacent room. So he stepped closer, almost closing the gap between them, and pulled down his coat collar a little and baring his neck in a dramatic flair.

Fruit.

Daehwi’s nose twitched.

“They won’t let us in. Too… compromised. Prone to sin. Made to serve God in other ways.”

“An old stereotype.”

“Religions are full of that.”

Another awkward silence. Daehwi cast his gaze downwards. Donghyun wondered if apathy was his protection the way isolation was his. The wind was picking up, and the treetops were rocking now. Donghyun crossed his arms and shivered. The air started to smell a little bit like rain.

“Do you hate me?” Daehwi’s tone was flat. Emotionless.

“No… why would you say that?”

He shrugged, the leaf litter seemingly more interesting than Donghyun’s face. “I just thought you were supposed to.”

Donghyun didn’t know what to say and hugged himself tighter.

“When you left, I guess I thought you were tired of hanging out with someone your people damn to hell.”

Donghyun kicked at the rotting leaves. He guessed it was true. Daehwi wasn’t even baptized. Where else would he go? But that’s not what the religion is about either. There are core tenets of understanding. Of love. Of forgiveness. Donghyun forgave Daehwi the day they met. Shouldn’t He have?

“Well… what do you think of me?”

Daehwi finally shot him another glance. “I think you’re misguided.”

Donghyun sighed again.

The world around them grew steadily darker. Clouds were blowing in blocking the weak rays the moon could provide them. Donghyun began to dread the walk home. Daehwi was a always a mindreader. He smirked a little, finally lightening out of his pensive and emotionless mask. “Need me to walk you home? Gonna get lost again, little kid?”

“I’d appreciate it. I can’t see well.”

They walked in a single file line. Donghyun was cold and unsettled. He wasn’t sure where they stood. They were talking at least, but it didn’t feel like how it should. Daehwi was upset. Their religions were a wall. All Donghyun wanted to do was climb over it, but he was too scared to find a foothold. He was on one side of the river, and he was too busy fussing over the stones in the middle to even try to cross.

Stone walls and lights in the distance. Daehwi walked him all the way up to his open window, and the rain finally started to fall.

Donghyun swayed, unsure, but desperate to extend some sort of olive branch.

“It’s gonna pour.”

Daehwi grunted in agreement.

“You should… come inside.”

The smaller man studied him for a moment, eyes traveling across Donghyun’s facial features, scrutinizing. Looking for something. But God had other plans. The rain picked up quickly, going from a drizzle to something steadier with threats to let loose into a storm.

“Yeah,” Daehwi agreed, and they climbed into Donghyun’s dark room before they could be drenched. Donghyun shut the window. Daehwi loitered until Donghyun turned the desk lamp back on.

The shrubs outside rustled and rubbed against the wall. Daehwi sniffed.

“It’s bare in here.”

Donghyun shrugged. “What did you picture?”

“A nest at least. You’re such a fucking monk.”

Donghyun let himself laugh a little. “I was raised by nuns, I guess it shows.”

Donghyun could smell him in here. He smelled like a mass on the beach. Incense, pews, salt water, sand. It was infinitely better than fruit, but Donghyun briefly wondered what they smelled like together. Cranberries growing in the ocean? Pineapple on white sand? A hidden apple underneath a church pew?

The butterfly on his desk. Daehwi was running his fingers across the top of the frame. “This was my first one. It’s crooked. I’m better now.”

“Make me a new one.”

“If I do, you can’t leave again.”

Donghyun reached into his coat pocket, feeling the beads he stashed earlier. The rain outside persisted, running down the window like steady lanes of traffic.

“Do you forgive me?” Donghyun asked gently.

Daehwi turned to him, crossing his arms. “For leaving? If you don’t do it again.”

“You said we were kids.”

“We were. It didn’t mean anything except hurt feelings then. If we do it now,” he quirked a brow again. “It’s for real.”

Donghyun took a deep breath. “And you don’t… care? About me?”

A brief look of confusion crossed the younger man’s face before it was back to apathy. “What’d you mean?”

“That I… that I’m… like this.”

Daehwi’s brow creased. “If I cared I wouldn’t have even walked you home. Shouldn’t you be more worried about God?”

Donghyun shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Silence.

“I prayed to be a beta.”

“That sounds like you.”

“I wanted to preach so badly, Daehwi. I don’t know what to do now.”

Daehwi shrugged. “I don’t know either.”

Donghyun wasn’t even sure a courtship between them would work. It was a matter of religion. They weren’t converting each other. One wasn’t about to drop his belief entirely. They were both feverish with faith. And that made Donghyun afraid. But he pulled out the white rosary anyway and offered it to Daehwi.

“It’s important to me.”

Daehwi looked at it pointedly before slowly taking it from him.

“And if I decide you aren’t for me?”

“Give it back to me.”

Daehwi nodded. “I’ll hold onto it for now.” He hesitated before stepping closer, twisting his head towards the shell of Donghyun’s ear. “You smell good, by the way.”

Donghyun shivered.

Daehwi glanced outside. The rain weakened a little. The night was growing old. “It’s the full moon, Donghyun. I have things to attend to.”

Donghyun nodded. “Just come back?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. A heavy pause, each unsure of how to proceed around the other. Each made a little dizzy by the other’s scent, each afraid of spitting at their faith, each terrified of ending up alone.

“Lend me an umbrella?”

A cloth torch passed from one hand to another. Sound and wind filled the room when the window open and then Donghyun was alone again, just as suddenly as he had left the room earlier that night.

Deep down he knew they wouldn’t last. He just hoped their fling would be worth it.

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arethereanyoriginalusernames · 1 year

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Let’s talk… next gen!

Part 1: the kids

What’s more fun than seeing what’s next?

Ok , so this was actually something initially done just for fun with pals on Discord. And… it kinda exploded?

So, let’s go over this precious babs, who the parents are, and how their parents influence them

From top left to bottom right

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Jelly the jellyfish Demon

Age: Around 4-6 years old

Gender: Uses they/them, but it’s unclear if they identify as nb, as they “can’t choose one gender” bc they “love all of them!”

Parents: Missi, Trix The Patchwork Demon

Jelly is an air headed but loveable bean, and they make a point to say that they love everything and everyone. They love everything! … Well, except PB and J sandwiches. Jelly is very imaginative and make up complex plot lines for their plushes. They love collecting and sharing their plush toys, and they’re especially close with Irini. Jelly can be annoying and very naïve, but it’s hard to stay mad at a child who’s head is just full of jellybeans

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Moth

Age: 5-8

Gender: Intersex, uses they/them

Parents: Wasp, And Morteus The Grim Reaper

Moth is reserved and mature for their age. They have a passionate interest for bugs of all kinds, and they are frequently trailed by moths. They’re self conscious and shy, and they like to avoid conflict when they can. They will even run away from home if they think their parents don’t like each other (or at least when Wasp scolds Morteus for doing something stupid like replacing a staircase with Lego blocks). Moth fears misbehaving, and is very well behaved. Many find it funny that a child resembling a moth is literally called Moth, but it makes sense when they learn that Morteus is one of the dads.

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Soli

Age: 5-8

Gender: Female

Parents: Clairisse the Rock Angel and Jadis the Serpent Demon

Soli has a reputation for being a bit of a problem child, as she not only tends to insult the other kids, she will often ignore any adult that isn’t her parents and will deliberately act miserable to get a reaction. This isn’t just out of normal juvenile delinquency, however. Soli is shunned by many angels and even some demons, as she is half angel half demon. This prompts many to debate in front of her where she really belongs. Soli tends to take out her emotions in music, and aspires one day to perform with her moms. She’s already musically gifted and can already hold the attention of a room of people.

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Loki Malisci

Age: 5-8

Gender: Male

Parents; Chronos Cendrillon and Chess Malisci

Loki is what many would consider “a little shit”. Inheriting his father’s telekinesis, he’s known for purposefully misplacing things, and causing all kinds of mischief while talking back to adults. He’s clearly smart, and already can speak multiple languages. He also tends to laugh at the misfortune of the other kids. That being said, it’s well understood amongst the kids to not bring up his home life. Loki was the result of a one night stand, and he lives with his mother. His parents aren’t particularly close, and both are very busy. This might be why Loki acts out as much as he does.

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Irini Dracula

Age: 4-6

Gender: Female

Parents: Vlad (Lucian) Dracula and Mina Hellsing

Irini is definitely her father’s child. Jumpy, easily scared and very shy. She tends to turn into a bat when frightened. Despite this, she’s very adventurous and loves to see new places. Irini loves bats And loves helping Mina take care of them. She also loves whenever her dad plays video games as she enjoys watching him play. Irini is very close with Jelly and considers them her best friend, and she’s also the main target of Loki’s teasing apart from Vesta. Speaking of Vesta, Irini does not like Vesta at all, as she feels she’s forced to hang out with her due to their parents being friends.

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Vesta Dawnsview

Age: 4-6

Gender: Female

Parents: Phoenix Dawnsview and Persephone Zima

The general consensus with Vesta is that you would never be able to tell that Phoenix was one of her moms. Unlike both her moms, Vesta is an absolute doormat with little confidence. She doesn’t even have confidence in her powers to create and manipulate will o wisps. She’s the frequent target of teasing, and is often left out in games, adventures, etc. Older characters try to fix this, but Vesta has little hope anything will change. Nowadays, she keeps to herself and works on mastering her powers. She also has been learning skills such as music, first aid, combat, and more in the hope that it will aid her making friends.

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Shadow

Age: 6-9

Gender: Female

Parents: Unknown, adopted by Syrellis

Shadow is a shifter who can take the form of a greater bird of paradise, and … that’s often all people know about her. She rarely speaks and many even assume she’s nonverbal. That’s why she was given the name Shadow. She’s very close and appreciative of Syrellis, and wishes he’d stop believing that he isn’t good enough at looking after her. Whenever Syrellis can’t look after her, he makes sure to leave her in the care of someone trustworthy, most often with Wrenlen, the kingdom’s blacksmith. Shadow has tried helping out at the blacksmith shop, and she’s surprisingly gifted. She’s already wielded some items. Shadow also has a love for berries, and will nab them whenever she can. Shadow also suffers from mild food anxiety and thus is always checking if there’s food available.

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Clara Dawnsview

Age: 3

Gender: Female

Parents: Ifrit Dawnsview And Kingsley

People fear Clara, and frankly it’s not too surprising. At three years old, she already operates her robot assistant NC, can build a bomb, does not act like a three year old whatsoever, has intelligence comparable to the adults, and was apparently brought into the world by Azzazel, the goddess of trickery and riddles. She’s well known for being an absolute gremlin, and can legally not be left unsupervised. Clara was born deaf, and Ifrit constructed NC to aid Clara and look after her in the absence of her parents. Clara also has the power to establish telekinetic connections between people and has absolutely used this power for trolling, especially with her uncle Johnathan. She has a crush on Bronie Orlok, has a chummy relationship with her cousin Vesta, and will absolutely beat up Loki whenever she finds out he’s been teasing Vesta again.

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The Orlok Siblings

Bronie Orlok(left), Morgan Orlok (middle), Chip Orlok (right)

Age: 4-6

Genders: Female, female, male

Parents: Logan Orlok, Vinne, Connie and Ronnie

No, nobody knows how Logan, the local vinegar chugging eclectic, got 3 kids. And nobody wants to ask. Morgan and Chip are clones of Logan. Morgan is obsessed with, makes, and drinks cooking oil. Chip is conspiratorial and frequently comes up with utterly ridiculous conspiracies, that Morgan always believes. These two enjoy sleeping in wooden crates and will cause utter chaos and devastation wherever they go. And nobody likes being stuck with babysitting them. And then there’s Bronie. Often called the “normal one” Bronie is a sweet girl who knits, sews, and crochets. She’s often embarrassed by her siblings and usually ends up apologizing on their behalf. Despite their oddities and differences, the three love each other very much and wouldn’t trade each other for the world.

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Let me know what you think of the babs!

Art and characters made by me

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himura-brothers · 3 months

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OC’s for this blog!

These are Maku and Sosuke Himura. They are brothers from the manga that I write, Kurai Jinhaku. They are demons created by the God of Death, doomed to feed off of the Children of Life (humans) in order to survive. After a human with golden hair massacred their clan, Maku and Sosuke decided that the only way to protect themselves is to coexist with humans— meaning they must balance between hunger and peace at all times.

CHARACTER BIOS UNDER READ MORE!!

To the right is the elder brother, Sosuke Himura;

Age: 23

Race: Child of Death

Occupation: N/A

Appearance: Sosuke is about 6’1” (or 183 cm). He has pale skin and scarlet eyes. His ears are long and pointed (think like an elf) and he has long nails and sharp fangs. He keeps his silky, black hair long, where it brushes just below his broad shoulders. Often, Sosuke dresses business casual. He is most comfortable in a button up dress shirt and some jeans.

Personality: Sosuke is cold, analytical, and quick witted. He prefers to build a plan (and a backup plan) before making any sort of decision. That doesn’t make him slow to act, however. He’s gotten rather swift and coming up with a plan and executing it without much trouble. He tends to be rather abrasive. Sosuke will tell you exactly what he thinks of you instead of making you waste time guessing. If he thinks you’re annoying he’ll say so. Despite this, he’s a very caring and loyal man, you just have to warm your way through his icy exterior. Sosuke keeps people away because not only does he believe he’s a danger to them, he believes they’re a danger to him. However, once you get him out of his shell, he’s very tender. He’d prioritize your comfort over his own just because he wants you to be happy and safe.

Abilities: ice manipulation

Likes: Books, the smell of coffee, winter, cats

Dislikes: being inconvenienced, being caught off guard, crowds, small talk

To the left is the younger brother, Maku Himura;

Age: 18

Race: Child of Death

Occupation: ((Menace to society— jk)) N/A

Appearance: Maku is about 5’6” (167.6 cm). Like his brother, he too is rather pale and thin. Maku has icy blue eyes, fangs, and pointed ears. His ears are a bit shorter than Sosuke’s and his fangs are a bit longer (he occasionally has a lisp because of this when he gets a little too hyped up.) he has tufty, silver hair which he parts in the middle. On top of his head are two cowlicks that lift his hair like cat ears. Maku is seen sporting leathers, spikes, ripped jeans, and converses. He is a huge fan of the punkrock-scene aesthetic.

Personality: if Sosuke is ice, Maku is fire. Maku prefers to act now and ask for forgiveness later. He’ll do anything for a bit of fun. He does what he wants, when he wants, and prefers life to feel like an adventure rather than a list. Maku has little regards for his own safety. This is how he shows he cares. If he’s attached to you, he’d throw himself into a vat of acid just to keep you safe. He would protect those he loves at any cost. With that said, he has little to no self preservation. Maku lacks the understanding that care and affection is a two way street and that people can care about *him* as well. He acts like he doesn’t care but it’s just his way of hiding the idea that, like everyone else, he’s soft on the inside. Like his brother, Maku tries not to feed often, though it’s not as altruistic as Sosuke’s reasons. Hurting others to keep himself alive kinda messes with him because he values others a lot and doesn’t value himself, like, at all.

Abilities: enhanced physical prowess (faster/stronger than most humans but lacks any magical capabilities)

Likes: cows (it’s a long story he has a pet cow), fizzy drinks, jelly filled doughnuts, loud music, trying new things

Dislikes: being bored, having to think things through, being lonely, the tufts on his head, the fact that he lisps when he gets to excited

#Maku Himura #Sosuke Himura #Demons #vampire #oc #anime and manga #original art #roleplay #backstory #my characters #oc rp #rp blog #god of death #creative writing #Kurai Jinhaku #character bio

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the-cookies-of-darkness · 2 years

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Jax: i would like to know how void infection works tho- it sunds neat!

Basically it's a bigger part of the story in @nothing-but-void-here, but here's basically the summation. On that blog, the summation would be much more fluffed up and spread out than this list.

One can get infected two main ways. One is if a void crystal has an immense amount of energy forced into it, it'll infect whoever directly touches it. That's how Void Cookie was infected, Dark Enchantress tried messing with it and ended up nudging our creamy peanut butter cookie friend, that infected him. Second way is if a already void infected being wants to infect something, they can, and they'll actually have control over what they infect.

Void infection can only work on something living. Though undead does count as living in this case.

What gets infected usually either instantly looses all their memories, or most of them and what's left fades away. Though in animals it's more dangerous, animals go nuts like rabies on steroids. And the infection causes them to be a lot stronger, too. Growing in size, growing void crystals typically out of their back(unless it's like a plant, then just anywhere), strength up, anything that would make them more dangerous. On more sentient beings though, they can fight the urge to go nuts and retain some memory on how to live. And the sentient ones are the only ones that can spread infection and control it. Void Cookie has done it on some Jelly Frogs before.

It can be cured by the infected coming in contact with something with power equal to or greater than theirs. However, such a thing is very rare, as void infected is even more powerful than a 'void demon'. And if it it equal power, the thing is usually destroyed or have it's powers removed on said contact. Though greater power can survive just fine. If the void tribes don't destroy it for being too powerful. Though sometimes if it's been long enough since infection, the cure won't restore all the memories in one piece. In my Roleplay Discord the purple meteorite is one of greater power, but I'm not gonna make that a thing on this blog, Frostbite already removed the meteorite's power.

There is only a few known cases of void infection, and most of it is on animals. There's actually a "monster of the void" that's a void infected bear. I choose bear for a few reasons. One is that the original void monster was just my muse Voidbear but I decided to change it, and bears are freaking tough being another reason. Basically all void beings fear the void monster.

While very resilient, void infected beings can still be killed. Breaking the crystals that have grown on them is one way to weaken them. Typically the easier to kill the thing was before infection, the easier it is to kill after being infected compared to other infected beings.

Void infected beings can survive both in the void and in our world, which the people in my void at least call the Osega. (In the void you basically loose the light within you, the immense darkness will drain you and at some point you just stop existing basically. Though the process is very slow and painful, the bigger you are, the longer it takes.) Though the same can be said for Void Demons and any being that's only half-void. (Though half-void beings being basically just as rare if not rarer than void infected beings, some argue half-void beings can be scarier as they have full control over their abilities. Also half-void beings are only made when a void being and a non-void being, ya'know... have a child.)

#void story

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Growing Pains

DemonRomantic

Summary:

Ciel is experiencing different symptoms of puberty, Sebastian sees fit to help his young master understand his own body.

Notes:

I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) or any of the characters associated with the series. The owner of Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) and all of it's characters is the goddess Yana Toboso. This story is purely a work of fiction meant to be enjoyed by the readers.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Growing Pains

(Book one)

By DemonRomantic

For many a night, my young master has been restless in his sleep. Although it’s not uncommon for him to have nightmares, he has grown rather… dependent upon me to calm him when he wakes. Before, I would merely have to stand sentry until he went back to sleep, but now he demands that I entertain him with stories to sooth him. Heh… and he says he’s not a child. The demon butler thought.

“Sebastian.” Ciel calls.

How long does he intend to be so needy, I wonder? Sebastian thought.

“Yes, my young lord?” Sebastian asks, with a nearly imperceptible sigh.

“I want you to read this to me.” Ciel says, holding out a book to his dutiful butler.

Sebastian takes the book from his young master and furrows his brow at the title. “You know that this will only give you nightmares, sir.”

“Just read it.” Ciel scowls, laying back against his pillow.

“The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, ‘Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-”

Ciel was soon breathing evenly and Sebastian closed the book, returning it to his master’s nightstand before covering the young boy fully with his blankets’.

“Good night, young master.” Sebastian whispered, before exiting the young earl’s bedchamber.

…

The next morning began as any other, with Sebastian waking his young master.

“Young master, it is time to get up…” Sebastian declared, drawing back the heavy curtains from the window, allowing the sun to hit the sleeping earl. He did enjoy pestering the boy, even slightly, as pay back for any and all annoyances he caused the demon.

Ciel groaned and turned a squinting face at his butler. “I don’t feel well. I’m staying in bed.”

“What about your duties?” Sebastian said, rather exasperated.

“I’ll do them tomorrow, just let me sleep.”

“Very well, my lord…” Sebastian replaced the curtains to block out the morning light and was about to exit the room when his master stopped him.

“Sebastian, is it…?” Ciel started, but he didn’t finish the sentence.

“Do you have a question?” Sebastian raised a curious brow at the boy who was suddenly turning red. “Master, have you caught a fever?”

“No, it’s nothing. Just… get to work.” Ciel turned away from his butler, unable to continue looking at him.

What on Earth is the matter with him? Sebastian thought as he went about his duties.

Meanwhile, Ciel waited until his butler had closed the door behind him and was probably a safe enough distance away before getting out of bed. His legs’ felt like jelly, they had been aching for several nights now and even standing like this was painful for him. The reason that Ciel did not want his butler to see him getting out of bed now, though, was because of an embarrassing protuberance in the nether regions of his night shirt that he knew Sebastian would’ve noticed. This was the first time it had happened, so naturally the fourteen-year-old was quite shocked.

Ugh, why? Ciel moaned to himself. What on Earth is happening to me?

The boy tried to press the bulge down, but that only caused him pain and was useless to make it disappear.

What do I do now? Ciel wondered.

He didn’t really want to spend all day in bed, but unless this unfortunate ailment went away, he couldn’t parade around the manor with it for all his servants’ to see. He tried everything he could think of; pressing it down with a pillow, crossing his legs back and forth, even jumping slightly, but nothing was working. Finally, he tried flicking water on it to make it go away, but the water in his wash basin was frigid and only made the aching worse.

Well that was stupid… Ciel thought, taking his night shirt and using it to wipe away the water. The motion actually felt somewhat nice. Then he got a crazy idea. Pulling up his nightshirt slightly, Ciel continued stroking himself with his bare hand.

At least this seems to be helping with the pain… He kept up his pace until the problem was resolved and sighed. Now, I can get on with my schedule.

“Sebastian.” Ciel called after replacing his shirt.

“Young master.” Sebastian said, appearing from seemingly out of nowhere.

“My illness has passed, I’m ready to attend to my work.”

“Very good, sir.” The butler dressed his master before giving him a brief bow and turning for the door.

“Oh, and bring me something sweet to snack on, I want chocolate.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The paper work was shorter than Ciel expected it would be, and he had it finished by the time Sebastian arrived to the study with a service tray carrying his afternoon tea.

“Today’s tea is a mild rose-hip and orange blend, served in a wedge-wood cup and accompanied by a Mont-blanc with blackberries.”

Ciel’s mouth watered at the savory dessert. He always enjoyed his butler’s sweets, although he wouldn’t let on just how much to Sebastian, it was more fun to keep him on his toes. Taking a bite of the delicious chocolate treat, Ciel was in immediate nirvana.

“Mmm.” Ciel crooned. Suddenly a familiar, yet very unwelcome feeling returned to his downstairs’, and he had to set down his dessert while he concentrated on making it go away, again.

“Is it not to your liking, master?”

“No, it’s not that… I just remembered that I wanted to try some of the new candy samples from the company along with today’s tea, that’s all.” His tone was not at all convincing, but Sebastian did not question his master’s motives.

“Would you like for me to acquire them now?”

“Yes.” Ciel said, trying not to sound suspicious.

Sebastian left the room to fetch his master’s request, and Ciel immediately went to work on his unwelcome guest before the demon could return.

“Come on, come on…” Ciel breathed. “Why does this keep happening?”

He didn’t hear the footsteps of his butler returning, nor when the demon lightly knocked on his study door. “Young master, is everything all-?”

Sebastian’s words broke off as he saw the young earl fully exposed and working himself with his hand. Ciel turned an ivory shade of white before his cheeks became redder than the roses in his garden.

“G-GET OUT!” Ciel shouted.

Sebastian quickly shut the door and took a step back. He couldn’t help but smirk after his initial surprise at finding the young boy in such a state. Never had he considered that the young master pleasured himself, and the thought made him chuckle lightly.

“It would seem that spring has come for the young master.” Sebastian sighed. “…And that means that I will have to teach him what it means to be a young man.”

…

When it was time for dinner, both Sebastian and Ciel remained quiet until it was time for the young earl’s bath. Neither of them spoke at first, and Ciel just stared down at his completely naked form beneath the warm water while Sebastian scrubbed his scalp.

“Lean back, young master.” Sebastian murmured, reaching for the pitcher to rinse off Ciel’s head.

The boy complied and closed his eyes’ as the demon poured the water over his hair. He felt like he should explain himself, but then frowned.

Why should I have to justify myself to my butler, no, to a demon? I’m sure he knows exactly what I was doing. I wonder if it even happens to demons? Probably not. Still, it would help to know why this keeps happening to me, and if it will ever go away for good…

Ciel’s thoughts were interrupted by Sebastian snapping out a towel and holding it open expectantly for his master to climb out of the tub.

“Sebastian?” Ciel asked, still soaking in the suds. “I know you understand what’s happening to me, I can tell by the way you haven’t asked if I’m alright since you walked in and saw me doing that. I want you to tell me, what’s going on?”

Sebastian’s expression changed from a frown to a smirk. “It is a conversation best had in the privacy of your bedchamber.”

Ciel frowned, but stepped out of the tub and allowed Sebastian to pat him dry. Once he was dressed in his night clothes and Sebastian had tucked him into bed, Ciel asked again.

“Tell me, that’s an order.” His contract mark glowed violet as he uttered the command, leaving the demon no choice but to answer his master.

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, you need to stimulate yourself to make that go away, correct?” Sebastian started, smirking at the innocence of it all.

Ciel was not amused. “Yes, but why does it keep happening? I can’t see the point of my body causing me to have such an odd reaction to cake.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Forgive me, my lord… It is a natural occurrence in young men your age, and it is no cause for concern. Merely a factor of pubescence.”

“Pubescence?” Ciel said.

Sebastian nodded.

*Transformation into ‘Chibi Tutor Sebastian’ complete with diagrams with Tanaka’s face blocking out the ‘danger-zones’. Ha ha. *

“Yes. Boys often begin to feel more attracted to women and you will also begin to grow hair in all sorts of places. A deepening of the voice and increased height can be expected, as well. The ‘ailment’ from which you suffer is referred to as an erection and it simply occurs from time to time, but more so when you are aroused. The Mont-blanc most likely just stimulated you to the point of pleasure, and it’s normal to wake-up with one on occasion.”

“So, I’m not sick, I’m simply just growing?” Ciel asked.

“Precisely.”

*End of Chibi slide-show *

“So, then, how do I make it go away?”

Sebastian grinned. “Well, the method you discovered seems to be doing just fine. It would help if you did that after I put you to bed, however, so as not to have any more accidental intrusions.”

Ciel blushed, turning away.

“Well, will you be needing a story tonight, then? Or shall I leave you to explore your changing body in privacy?”

“S-shut-up!”

“Heh, goodnight then, sir.”

“Augh!” Ciel shouted.

“Master?” Sebastian said, genuinely concerned. “What is it?”

“My legs… they feel like they’re swelling…” Sweat had broken out across the earl’s fore-head and he gritted his teeth in pain. “Aww! This is the worst they’ve been.”

“If I may, sir, there is a way I might relax the aching.”

“Do whatever you want, just make it stop!” Ciel groaned.

“Yes, my young lord.”

Sebastian removed his long coat and draped it over a chair beside Ciel’s bed. He removed his gloves’, revealing the contract mark on his right hand as well as his black nails’. After rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, Sebastian blew into his hands’ until they were as heated as stone on a summer’s day.

“Let me know if this is too hot for you…”

He placed his hands’ on the young earl’s leg and massaged it gently beneath his fingers’, working his way up and down and then switching to the other leg. The young boy’s groans soon turned to mild whimpers as the demon continued to run his hands up and down his tight muscles’.

“Does this help, my lord?”

“Yes, just keep doing that for a while, my back aches as well.”

Sebastian moved his hands’ to his young master’s back to relieve the pain there as well. He studied the boy’s body that seemed to have grown ever so slightly.

“It would seem that you are finally growing taller, young master.” Sebastian smiled.

Ciel was irked by the comment about his height, but let it slide because he didn’t feel like turning to scowl at his butler right now, he was enjoying the relieving massage far too much. In fact, it was relaxing a part of him that he was beginning to wish wasn’t there at all, and he was grateful that he was laying on his stomach now so that it was well hidden against his mattress. The last thing he wanted was for Sebastian to think that he had gotten aroused from being touched by his demon hands’. Ciel couldn’t hide his blush, though.

Sebastian’s voice was right in Ciel’s ear. The man had chosen a position kneeling beside the boy for easier access to his master’s spine. “Master, are you having another erection?”

Ciel turned now, out of sheer embarrassment. “That’s none of your business!”

The demon smirked, his eyes’ glowing in the dim room like jewels. “It wouldn’t happen to be because of me, would it?”

Ciel could feel his cheeks burning like fire. “You bastard.”

Sebastian smirked, completely amused by his blushing master. Virgins were such innocent, and sweet, prey, and it perked the demon’s appetite to see the flush on the boy’s cheeks.

There’s nothing against it in the contract… He thought, hungrily. The best chefs often taste the dish before it is served to make sure it is satisfactory.

“Young master… there are other ways to alleviate yourself, much more satisfactory than merely touching yourself.”

The young man looked up at the hungry demon, wary of the sudden interest he seemed to be taking in him. “Like what?”

“I could show you if you’d like?” Sebastian purred, his voice becoming sultry.

Ciel hadn’t noticed that Sebastian was leaning over him fully, with his hands’ planted on either side of the boy. Their faces were only inches apart. Although Ciel would have never considered the demon touching him before, he was intrigued by the odd sensations that ran through him like scurrying insects up and down his body as Sebastian merely spoke of such things. The earl would have said no, but he ached more thinking of the absence of the demon butler in that moment.

The first time he had been touched by another person the way Sebastian had just been touching him, was when he had been kidnapped. There had been so many hands grabbing him, touching him, making him feel dirty all over. Yet he didn’t feel that when Sebastian had been massaging him. True, there had been times when Ciel would get flashbacks and remember the extent of the awful things those perverts had done to him, and he wouldn’t let anyone touch him then, not even his loyal butler. Now was different, this felt… good. It was strange, but not so much so that Ciel wanted it to stop.

“Show me.” Ciel said.

Sebastian grinned.

…

“I’m going to kiss you, young master.”

Ciel blushed. “A-alright.”

Sebastian pecked his master on the neck, and it made Ciel shiver. The demon worked his mouth up the boy’s jaw, lightly brushing his skin with his lips’. When he reached Ciel’s mouth, Sebastian started with light pecks, not wanting to be too aggressive for the inexperienced boy and scare him from wanting more… The demon had witnessed the cruelty of men, not only upon this child, but upon dozens of humans throughout the ages, the last thing he wanted to do was be as monstrous and cruel to this unsuspecting boy.

While progressively getting deeper with his kisses’, Sebastian began to undo his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt so that Ciel could see his bare chest beneath the white fabric. He then moved to undo his master’s nightshirt.

“How is this supposed to help, Sebastian?”

The butler didn’t answer immediately, instead he finished unbuttoning Ciel’s shirt so that his front was completely exposed. Sebastian ran his hand up the boy’s stomach to his chest and lingered at one of his nipples’.

“Just trust me, master.” Sebastian whispered.

Before Ciel could object, Sebastian began tracing the nipple and went back to kissing the boy’s neck.

“Se-Sebastian… That’s nowhere near…” The contact was intoxicating, and Ciel wondered how it was even possible for the butler to be making him feel so good from just touching those spots. The demon pulled away and looked the boy straight in the eyes’.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” Sebastian asked, gripping the boy’s erection loosely in his hand.

The sudden contact caused Ciel to moan, making Sebastian’s own cock erect. The demon continued to stroke his master, until Ciel was squirming beneath him.

“I think… that’s enough Sebastian… aww… it feels like I’m going to burst open.” Ciel huffed in between ragged breaths.

“Please try to hold on a little longer, master.” Sebastian abruptly stopped stroking Ciel, and the sudden lack of contact made Ciel irritated.

“You’ve only made it worse, now.” He growled.

“Forgive me, my lord, but I have my own to worry about as well. It is common in these situations for the partners to give as much as they are given, if you understand my meaning?”

“You expect me to do these things to you, now? I am your master, you serve me, not the other way around.”

“Normally, you would be correct, but seeing as I am more experienced than you in such matters, I can tell you that anyone, especially a demon, does not want to be denied attention when it becomes as painful a need as hunger to have someone touch you. Judging by the state you’re in, I can tell that it will not be even half as satisfactory if you try to continue on by yourself. I would be happy to continue as a pair, but only if it is a mutual arrangement.”

Ciel grimaced. “Fine, but only when we’re like this.”

“You say that as if you want to do this again in the future, my lord.” Sebastian mused.

“You said this is a regular occurrence, well, if it’s as satisfactory as you claim with a partner, then I would prefer that over the lesser gratification.” Ciel smirked.

“Never one to take second best, aye, young master?”

“There is no second best, only the best.” Ciel stated.

“Indeed.” Sebastian smiled, eyes glinting.

The young earl finally managed to deliver the same amount of pleasure to the demon, after some light instruction on what felt better and Sebastian was soon reaching his limit. The both of them were completely naked, beholding one another’s bodies like works of art and tracing every part.

“Young master, there is something else I would like to show you before you retire for the evening.”

What else could there possibly be? Ciel wondered in amazement. “What is it?”

“It may hurt at first, but it will give you the most pleasure in the end.” Sebastian stated.

“Please, you think that I haven’t experienced pain far worse?” Ciel smirked.

“Very well, turn around then please.”

Ciel was confused by the request, but did so anyway. Sebastian placed a finger up to the boy’s mouth. “I’ll need you to suck on this.”

“This is odd…” Ciel said, but took the finger into his mouth anyway, sucking it the way he did his fork after dessert.

Sebastian pulled his slicked finger from the boy’s mouth and pressed the opposite hand against Ciel’s rear. “Now try to relax as much as possible.”

Without further warning, a stretching pain filled Ciel’s ass and he cried out. “Augh! That hurts Sebastian!”

“I told you it would, should I pull it out?”

“N-no.” Ciel grit his teeth. “No, I can handle it. As long as the pay-off is worth it.”

“Then I shall continue, my lord.”

Sebastian stretched Ciel as far as he could without injuring the young boy and pressed deeper and deeper with his fingers, trying to loosen the muscle.

“You’re nearly ready, young master. Bear with it.”

Ciel whined and gasped as he was stretched to the limit by Sebastian’s fingers.

“I’m putting it in now, master.” Sebastian whispered.

The demon slid his length into his smaller partner and was thankful, for both of their sakes, that Ciel had given him a hand-job beforehand.

“God, Sebastian!” Ciel gasped, twitching all around the demon.

Sebastian shuddered, his master was so tight, that it was hard for him to move without feeling like he would cum.

“Augh, just try to relax, my lord. It will feel much better if you allow yourself to get used to it.”

Ciel tried to do as Sebastian said, and released some of the tension little by little until Sebastian could actually move without feeling like he would break his young master.

“That’s it, young master.” Sebastian pushed and pulled gently, excruciating pressure building in his lower stomach.

“Sebastian, more…” Ciel huffed. “You have to move, more.”

Sebastian chuckled darkly. “I can barely move now, my lord.”

“Don’t disobey me, I said move!” Ciel growled, trying to press back against Sebastian.

In response, Sebastian pulled out from Ciel and flipped him over on the bed so that he was now facing the demon. Ciel thought at first that Sebastian would strike him, though he never had before. The look on Sebastian’s face was wild and hungry as ever. He placed both of his hands’ on the boys’ knees and spread them apart so that he had a full view of Ciel. He pressed into his young master more forcefully than the first time and continued thrusting at a pace that left them both breathless.

“Y-young master!” Sebastian moaned.

“Sebastian!” Ciel gripped at the back of his demon butler’s neck as the both of them climaxed.

They both collapsed on the bed completely exhausted from the endeavor, and panted out their pleasure. Sebastian laid on his side with one arm draped over his master, too exhausted to move it, and not wanting to. Ciel laid on his back, but turned to press up to his butler in a sleepy embrace, snuggling into him. Sebastian was somewhat surprised by the action but wrapped his arms around his master, pressing his face into the young boy's hair. He smelled like sweat and soap. The demon thought it odd that a human could smell clean as well as dirty.

Well, it is possible for my master to be sweet at times. Sebastian smirked, letting his eyes close for a few moments.

The End

#black butler fanfiction

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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" ACCIDENTAL SLIME FATHERS (ANEMO VER.) "

━━ ☆ INCLUDES: xiao, venti, aether

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: thoughts on how the anemo boys would react to a slime being attached to you.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: none

━━ ☆ REQUESTED: @fatisangraysama

— xiao;

it was a good day in liyue. the sun was warm but not too hot to burn and the skies were a clear blue with no signs of rain coming anytime soon.

it was a rare opportunity so you decided to take a stroll in the forest.

after a few hours of berry picking, you stopped for a quick rest by the roots of a big and archaic tree.

unbeknownst to you, there was a certain slime floating right over your head.

and while you didn't notice the foreign presence, someone else did.

you shrieked as xiao plunged right beside you, eyes dripping with strength and malice.

while diluc wanted to kill the slime, xiao wanted to decimate it.

he wasted no time and ran after the slime who bounced away in panic.

'you almost died. twice.' was all that ran in your head.

that is until the slime whimpered, effectively attacking your soft heart.

with a hesitant smile, you mumbled his name and xiao turns his attention to you.

were you hurt? did you need anything? should he race back to wangshu inn?

no, it was worse than that.

you wanted to keep... a slime? xiao briefly wondered if he accidentally hit you in the head or something.

good luck convincing him.

i'm not entirely sure how you'll manage to do that because xiao was looking at you very strangely.

"come on, please? i'll ignore the fact that you were practically stalking me when we agreed that you wouldn't do that."

"..."

it was a silence worth an hour at the very least. just as you were about to give up, xiao sighed and turned around.

"...tsk. you mortals and your odd behaviors."

so now you have a slime child!

all was good in paradise.

...except xiao did not like the idea of playing daddy.

he would glare at the slime and prod at it when you mentioned some out-of-the-ordinary thing it did.

and god forbid you spend more time with the slime than with him. he just might snap.

like that one time you were gushing over the slime because it cuddled into you out of nowhere.

he waited until you left to get a drink before he stared at the slime. after a while, he reached out to tentatively pinch it which prompted an odd (in his opinion) sound from it.

it was like a more durable jelly and it's very, very strange. it's a little cold though and for some reason, playing around with it felt satisfying.

not like xiao would admit to it. he heard you climbing up the stairs and immediately withdrew his hands much to the slime's complaints.

after that encounter, you notice the slime's inclination to xiao.

like that one moment when you were fixing yourself a snack and when you turned around, it was gone. you intended to ask xiao for help but instead, you found the slime next to xiao just purring at him with puppy eyes despite the adeptus' pointed attempts to ignore its presence.

one time, xiao was out and about, exorcising grudges and demons and all that fancy stuff.

in the middle of the fight, he spots the slime in the corner making heart eyes at him.

the way his heart dropped—

he swiftly finishes the one he's battling and speeds to reach the slime.

he grips it very unceremoniously but you can excuse his attitude because he's literally in the middle of a battle that could end with the both of them dead.

so now, there's xiao battling cursed subjects with one hand because the other is too occupied carrying the slime.

after a while, he got enough room to breathe and he places the slime up on a tree.

"stay," he says firmly as he pointed a finger at the slime. it was as if he was a father scolding a child.

in a way he was. trace amounts of disbelief and disappointment were in his tone but he wasn't angry.

he cleans up the rest of his enemies as quickly as possible and he brings the slime back to you.

you promptly began scolding it and the slime had the audacity to whine.

meanwhile, xiao was just crossing his arms in the background, watching the scene unfold.

even he had to admit that it was pretty cute.

later that night, you asked xiao to bring it along with him sometimes so it wouldn't have to sneak around.

xiao surprisingly agreed.

since they're around each other more often now, the slime slowly began carving itself a spot in his heart.

little taps of affection, not quite close to petting, just fingers lingering long enough for three quick pats.

sometimes, you'll be on your way back to wangshu inn and you'll spot them side by side, waiting for you.

even rarer, you'll wake up around midnight to see both the slime and xiao missing but the soft sound of a flute being blown calms you down.

he'll never confess to it but if anything happens to the slime, he'll go out on his way to exterminate whoever did it.

it doesn't matter if it's a shrub or a treasure hoarder. they're done for.

to sum it up, a very protective dad who pretends he doesn't care but is always keeping an eye on it. 10/10

— venti;

another one that started with a leisure walk.

it was pretty windy outside and you wondered if venti was playing some tricks on you.

in retaliation, you hummed one of the songs he made.

it never fails to fluster him, immediately rushing to you and begging for you to sing more.

much to your surprise, he didn't come this time so that means it wasn't him.

someone else did come though.

enter: an adorable anemo slime who had its eyes closed as it listened to the song.

when you hesitated, wondering if its out to kill you, the slime mewled.

you stared at each other for a while before you began singing again.

the slime went back to closing its eyes, bouncing a little to the beat of the music.

you grinned, moving to sit beside it much to its delight.

for a while, you just stayed there, humming and singing while the slime attempted to 'dance' beside you.

it was nice. the slime summoned gentle brushes of wind every time it gets to the part of the song it really likes.

it was around afternoon when venti arrived, beaming and very excited.

if he was a dog, his tail would be wagging very enthusiastically.

he called out your name, halting in his steps when he noticed the slime.

after a few seconds of confusion, he shakes it off and continues to run to you with an unshakeable smile.

"sing more! sing more!" the slime purred in agreement at venti's comment.

now you have two needy babies.

venti wasn't too concerned because, for some reason, the wind and energy that surrounded the slime were very far from being malevolent. in fact, they don't even belong on the same scale.

he's certain that it wouldn't harm you and even if it did, he's just right there ready to say adios.

to be honest, venti really didn't care much for the slime.

he's still the nonsensical bard you have come to know and love.

if there's one thing that changed though, it's that he became clingier. just a little though.

if you had the slime on your lap, he'd whine and childishly say that 'he better be next'.

once again for emphasis, you had two needy babies.

things took a turn when venti was out on a date with you, the slime tagging along because who knows what would happen if you left it alone.

venti took it up as his job to make sure the wind was at its gentlest.

when suddenly, the slime began bouncing up and down excitedly as if meaning to tell you something.

it took a little while but venti finally gets it. he chuckles, a mischievous smile lifting his cheeks.

you had no idea what they were planning but you knew. you just knew that it was not going to be good.

and it wasn't.

because the next thing you know, the slime propels venti in the air.

"yahoo~!"

"venti, that's illegal—"

oh boy. they did it many, many times after that. sometimes venti would be gliding and he'll ask the slime to make currents and whatnot.

seriously, you had two children. where did you sign up for this? is there a refund policy?

nearly revoked licenses aside, you notice the slime bumping itself on a tree.

you hurriedly came to stop it, wondering what the actual hell was happening.

but then, you realize that it wasn't just any other tree. it was an apple tree. your slime baby wanted to get some apples for its daddy :')

you quickly called venti over and explained what happened.

when i say venti squealed i actually meant he made a very high-pitched sound and tugged the slime close to him, nuzzling his face into the cool exterior of the slime.

"who's my good baby? that's right~ you are!"

he takes the father role very seriously after that.

slimes don't really need to eat but venti would blow the wind a little stronger to calm the restless elemental energy inside it.

he'll call it his little kiddo's breaktime and he's very precise on the time it happens. once in the morning around six, once in the afternoon around four, and once in the evening around seven.

cuddles. many, many cuddles. you're forced into being the big spoon because venti is too busy being the big spoon to the slime.

since the slime clearly loves his tunes, he'll whip out his lyre the moment it makes this certain sound that you both now knew to be the signal it gives when it wants to listen to some music.

i bet my life savings that venti made a song dedicated to this slime.

it quickly became the slime's favorite song and it's a must for venti or you to sing it before you all fall asleep.

overall, a fun and lively family that you wouldn't exchange for anything in this world. 10/10

— aether;

this one's a little different.

you joined aether and paimon on their journey across the seven nations.

one night, you were camping around mondstadt for virtually no good reason when you suddenly felt the urge to wash up.

after telling aether, you walked to the small lake to do what needs to be done.

all was well. the water was cool against your skin and the moon gave the world around you a mystical silver glow that made everything prettier.

after a few minutes, you began drying yourself up when a sudden gust of wind made a shriek escape from you.

lo and behold, a slime was looking at you with intrigue.

your mind told you to find something to defend yourself with but your heart told you otherwise.

you've been hit by anemo slimes before and they were never that gentle.

it was almost as if it was helping you dry up.

so you hesitantly asked if it could help you dry your hair and it made a sound of agreement.

meanwhile, aether was panicked.

what the hell was that?

were you in trouble? is that why you screamed?

with his sword at the ready, he ran as fast as he could to the lake you told him you'd be going to.

he expected a ruin guard, a mitachurl, or maybe even an abyss mage.

not... not this.

not you talking animatedly to a slime about your likes and dislikes while tossing your hair around.

and certainly not a slime blowing wind to your face as it made enthusiastic sounds at whatever you were telling it.

aether really couldn't believe he lost ten years of his life worrying over this. he accidentally dropped his sword which made a loud clang permeate the air.

he watched as you two jumped, one much higher than the other.

"aether! you scared it!" you were scolding him?

genuinely, what is happening?

you recounted the events to aether who listened patiently, curious eyes lingering on the slime who was shying away from his gaze. that pulled a boyish chuckle out of him.

"so? what do you think? can we keep him? not as paimon's spare food though!"

"well... it'll be a pain to drag her off the slime but sure i guess?"

aether always found slimes cute. he almost felt guilty killing them for materials.

they weren't a common sight in the worlds he's been in.

which was why it was surprisingly easy to get him to agree.

the next problem was the slime's shyness.

it could communicate well enough when it's with you but when aether comes, it instantly hides behind your legs, peeking before immediately pulling back when their eyes meet.

aether is confused, maybe a little dejected.

but he's a determined young man and he would and could get the slime to like him.

'maybe it senses the... remains of its kin on my sword?' aether thought as he eyed the enormous pile of slime condensate on his bag.

he cutbacks the slime extermination days after that, asking his fellow adventurers instead if he desperately needed some.

you couldn't forget the little victory dance he did when the slime allowed him to touch it for the first time.

the next thing he does is sit paimon down and lowkey threatened her to withhold her insatiable appetite if she doesn't want to be tomorrow’s roasted dinner.

paimon wouldn't dare approach the slime for the next few weeks.

she'll later come to befriend it though and sometimes, paimon could be seen on top of the slime's 'head' as they bounced around together.

going back to aether.

similar to venti, aether would use his anemo powers to blow gentle winds. the slime appreciates this a lot and so do you.

when the slime becomes more open around him, he invites the slime to little trips.

sightseeing over cliffs, running around fields, and all that pretty stuff. he's done it all with the slime.

during summers, you'd cuddle up to his side while the slime fans you with its abilities.

aether would reward it with loads of squishes and pats.

one time, the slime goes missing and aether almost had a heart attack.

after calming him down, he proceeds to search the entirety of mondstadt. all of it. no stone was unturned.

you find it in a hilichurl camp being bullied by pyro slimes.

aether was smiling. very terrifying.

he sweetly tells you to hold your baby and cover its eyes.

suffice to say, things did not go well for its distant relatives.

ever since then, aether would not pull back on his affection.

he'll cuddle it while walking, let it rest on his head when he's reading the commission board, and stuff like that.

when he needs to go to battle, he'll softly lay them somewhere safe where he tells them to be good. if the slime purrs at him, he'll laugh and place a chaste kiss on top of its 'head'.

"i'll be back soon okay? just stay there. oh! and don't forget to close your eyes."

'no violence in this house', said aether as he demolishes yet another fatui camp.

very gentle but can be firm if needed. will not hesitate to send a rabid 'self-proclaimed sibling' paimon to anyone who does so much as grimace at the slime. 10/10

━━ ☆ NOTES: ahhh thank you so much for requesting and i’m sorry if it’s late. i think i lost track of this one because i tend to focus on the ones in my inbox. anyway, i hope you liked it!

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Hello. I have a question. How would the demon brothers (and/or the undatables + Luke) react to a very hyper and adorable but mute six year old female mc with cute curly hair? (Mc can be gender neutral if you want)

Brothers + undateables react to adorable mute six year old MC

[brothers + side chatacters & mute, six year old MC]

Lucifer:

You were already better than any other child he's had to look after

Far better than any of this brothers combined

Your hyper nature did tend to annoy him at times and get you in trouble

But it was hard to say no or tell you off

Would often just have you sit with him whilst he works

He'll let you write your own 'reports'

If he's allowed; he'll twirl and gently pull the curls and let them bounce back - he tends to this absent-mindedly If you're sitting with him

Your energy is contagious

Is learning sign language for you and even has him and brothers do it with you when you have online classes

Mammon:

He keeps loosing - he calls out for you thinking you'll Respond before remembering you're mute

Has given you a whistle that any demon will be able to hear even if they're yards away

Definitely uses you in his schemes

Who could ever be mad at such an adorable face?

He couldn't!

Mammon has taught you how to swear in sign language - both human and demon style

Has tried to curl his hair to be like yours

He wanted to match but they didn't turn out right and wasn't a good look

Levithan:

Let's you mess around in his room

He'll normally find you in his tub bed, staring at the jelly fish lights he has

He'll pull down the lights and let you play with them

Tries REALLY HARD to keep his gamer rage controlled if you're in the room

Likes to squish and pinch your cheeks

If you're unable to sleep due to being hyper, he's the perfect person to go to

He barely sleeps and has a night glowy room to relax in

He suggests you cosplay with him, always picks out chatacters who have the same hair as you

Satan:

Your hair is his stress ball

He'll squeeze a fist fall of your curls and watch them spring when pulled - don't worry he's very gentle and mindful if he's getting carried away

Uses your hyper energy when he feels tired

Wants to prank Lucifer but can't finish the plan or device in time?

You'll be his helper

LOVES giving you loads of sugar so you're more hyper

He'll carry you around until he sees Lucifer or any brother that's annoyed him

Immediately put you down and let you go like you're a wild animal down the halls

Will swear in sign language If you're in the room and he's feeling angry - he's bribed you to not tell anyone he's swearing Infront of you

Asmodeus:

He does your hair every morning

Has become the master of combing through your curls without hurting you

Asmo will lend you his bath products if you want them

Works hard to keep up with your energy

He can't get enough of how adorable you are, always pointing it out to others and showing you off to other demons

Has you join him in skin care so you can keep your soft skin

Lucifer had to stop him from putting you into a pageant

Has no issues with your muteness, as long as he's able to communicate with you one way or another - he's content

Beezlebub:

He's your lift EVERYWHERE

Need to grab something high off the shelf? He'll either do it for you or lift you so you can grab it

He opens all the jars for you

Carries you everywhere

You're just so cute and small; he just wants to protect and hold you

Has suggest you work out with him to tire yourself out, not wanting you to be hyper all day and night

You actually did join him for awhile; lifting up plastic weights and small boxes

Meanwhile he did the real deal

He thinks your curls look like pasta; has lost himself in a day dream and ended up chewing on your hair

Has learned body language cues from you so he can understand how you're feeling when you can't do sign language

Belphegor:

How are you so hyper?

You've jumped on his bed whilst he sleeps too many times

He doesn't want to play dolls with you right now- wait - Mr toad and Bonnibel Alexandra the third did what?!

Likes resting his head on your hair, he can be a sleep cuddler so watch out

When you're being fussy and he doesn't want to deal with it

He closes his eyes so he can't see you sign

Your cute face is difficult to stay mad at

Besides, an angry six year old isn't something he can take seriously

Calls you Luke 2.0

UNDATEABLES ↓

Diavolo:

Big dad vibes

Encourages you to stay in the castle with him

He gets so happy when you show him your latest drawing or any school work you have

Has drawings you've done pinned up in his bedroom wall

Wants to look after you whilst you stay with him

He'll call asmo or look up tutorials on how to brush your curls and keep them from knotting

Will bounce the bottom of your hair; it just makes him laugh

Has said 'i don't like the tone you're using' after you grumpily signed at him

Made it a mandatory lesson in R.A.D to learn human sign language

Barbatos:

Sneaks you sweet treats and let's you help him out in the kitchen

Your energy reminds him when his master was young

Has lost you in the many hallways and twists of the castle

Stressed™

Diavolo thinks following a deviltube video will teach him but it's really Barbatos

Buys products and combs made specially for your hair

He pinches your cheeks to be affection but it can be abit annoying

He's always making sure you feel comfortable within the Devildom

Solomon:

Likes to play hide and seek with you

By hide and seek he means, you'll make you hide and he'll go sit somewhere you can't find easily and do any homework he has

Has been teaching you really low grade spells

Hopes you'll be his apprentice when your older

As a fellow human he is already knowledgeable to sign language

He understands your body language and will do his best to help if needed

Didn't expect to find a child in the Devildom

Wonders where your parents are

Trusts you with crystals he's collected over the centuries

Simeon:

He sees himself as Luke's grandpa and feels the same towards you

Gives you celestial realm sweets

Just always has them in his pocket

Finds your knowledge in signing swears extremely hilarious

Very protective of you, always worried the Devildom will be too scary for someone your age

Enjoys playing with your curls

Tends to spoil you

Just can't say no to those adorable puppy eyes

Luke:

Happy to have someone younger than him around

He's 4'5 and if you're taller than him; he'll be so mad and embarassed

He's still a child himself so he finds it very easy to keep up with you

Feels like a big brother to you

Is very protective, just like Simeon

Hates it when demons come near you

You're too young to be harassed by those demons!

What If they hurt your cute face?!

He likes playing with your hair and asks if you think curls will fit him

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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It is time. This took a while but I figured I should give you guys the closure you've wanted, even tho uh it's not really a closure lmaooo. Here's the first part for the new readers!

Xiao's Personal "Chef" Travel Edition

Xiao with a Reader who is not only his Personal Chef but assistant, adventuring together

General/Preparation

A visionless chef with an adeptus by their side, going in a routeless journey together to savor the world that had once been pulled away from their grasps.

It must be the cause of the recent ressurection and defeat of the Lord of Vortex, immobilizing him once more for thousands of years. And in the window time, there would be less worries for the Qixing and Liyue Adepti to worry about. Think of it as a day-off for the Adepti, and a vacation for you.

While you carry with you no traces of elemental blessings and an enthusiasm for swordplay, the blessed Sigil of Permission given to you by your adeptus (whom claimed it was created by Rex Lapis himself before his untimely death) grants you a special connection with Xiao.

Sadly a vacation from Liyue does not mean a break from the constant voices of demons within Xiao's mind. And you've prepared him the medicine necessary to soothe his mind even if temporary, three bottles to be exact, all of which can last him several months.

He looks at you with confusion and silent question, of which you waved away because you had prepared this batch in your room in the Inn to make sure he doesn't run out of stock.

He doesn't tell you this but lately the voices had been not intrusive while he gets distracted by your presence. Like a soothing balm, to numb the effects of the pain. It's still there but not as annoying.

Your adventure or journey usually lingers around Liyue for the first parts of it, looking around the nation to enjoy the sceneries without thinking about errands or protecting the villages from impending doom.

Xiao already uh announced his indefinite leave to the other adepti beforehand, but well, when you wanted to visit their domains, which you countered was PERFECTLY safe (almighty Sigil of Permission has lots of perks) it was a very awkward time for him upon meeting them again. It was inevitable because of the energy the sensed from Xiao and your Sigil.

"Hello again, Guardian Yaksha, were you not on leave?" "Y-Yeah... we're just... passing through"

Field trip with the Adepti!!!! Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper brought you around their domains as if to test you, like Ganyu's trials, while also flexing their achievements and who has the best domain. Humans are rare, but you are a mortal who carries the last blessed Sigil and you're tamed in the ways of the adepti because of your exposure to Xiao.

Cloud Retainer not only teaches you the glory of gliding, but she also has cute and embarrassing stories of Xiao from way back! Xiao is in the background trying not to scream or rage at the ensemble in front of him-

"He really likes collecting Qingxin flowers, always bringing one whenever he comes back from his exterminations. He even offers one to Morax everytime." "Yes, yes, such flowers grow common before, right?" "Wha- (Y/N), what do you think you're writing down in that book?!"

"The devoted that carries the last essence of Morax's powers. We've heard much about you from your adeptus, it is relieving to finally put a face to your name. Tell us, child, what is it that you seek in our domain?"

They pretty much just outted that Xiao talks about you to the others, and he- he's just so done. He's either going to hide, leave the area or pull you out of the conversation before someone *coughCloudRetainercough* starts embarrassing him in front of you.

Once you've gotten the supplies you wanted to collect from Liyue's wild lands, like flowers or ores, your little party will start going further away from the familiar nation.

Comfort on the Streets

Being the chef in the party, a lot of the time, resource collection stops you short from travelling despite the many prepped ingredients you had carried with you. There's a lot of things laying around and you just couldn't let such opportunities go. Your adoptive mother Verr had taught you to indulge in your curiousities, as a mother, as a traveler, and as a cook.

Xiao takes the brute force, the frontline of being the tank and general fighter of your band. He indulges himself with unhinged strength so long as he was sure that you were perfectly safe from his own barrage of offense. You think in the back of your mind that he's enjoying the exterminations but in his mind he indulges himself with your cheers and praises after fending off some pesky slimes that strayed too close to your temporary camp.

Xiao does not need rest and barely breaks a sweat but you're quite fragile of a human being, you still need rest and consumables, things that you had the luxury of despite working in the Inn. Here you were alone to carry your own weight and care for yourself. You look up from the boiling pot that was settled over the bright campfire to see Xiao's figure coming into view, a freshly killed boar in hand as some kind of offering for your sacred stomach.

You guess now the caring isn't one-sided.

When taking things into careful detail that requires precision and undivided attention, it seems the voices of the demons and revelled gods in the depths of his mind disappears, more so under the presence of you.

So it was the perfect opportunity now that no other errands hold you back, to teach Xiao how to make the infamous Almond Tofu.

When you teach him survival he takes into consideration everything despite the bored/blank face he dons.

Oh but he still prefers your way of cooking, he can never get the same soft texture of the jelly that you easily make.

Xiao doesn't really need to eat but he's glad to be your taste-tester for the new dishes you cook from the random, probably edible, ingredients you find here and then.

The stew continued to boil with bubbles popping despite the fire under it extinguished for a while now. It was an unnamed soup you concocted from the various seafood you've gotten from the ocean paired with the meat the adeptus hunted.

It was delicious. Despite being a palette he was not used to, it was something he can stomach. And despite the different meat mixed in, the flavours didn't clash like he thought it would but instead blended the tastes quite well. Xiao hums as he sips the soup politely, tilting the bowl as he gulps down.

"It is manageable, despite your first try, I can see this being sold in one of the restaurants in Liyue Harbour-" he turns to you as he proceeds to hold out his bowl for seconds when he stopped in his tracks, eyes slightly widening a crack at the sight of tears free falling off your chin.

The spoon on your hand was slack, eyes distant yet dilated as you silently cried. When you felt the glove of his hand cup your cheek, tilting your head to make you face him, your expression cracked to that of grief melded with forced laughter. "It's... it's just like what mum used to make." You sob, and his hand wavered from its touch.

Travelling reopened old wounds. For you and for him.

Xiao doesn't NEED sleep nor does he WANT it, despite the many times you had caught him dozing off in the middle of the day during your work at the Inn. Such occasions usually meant that there was an event that needed his aid the night prior.

Your guardian yaksha usually stays up to keep watch and when you wake up, you would find him spaced out or in the brink of passing out, desperately holding himself together

But there are other times when he feels more restless and not content with just standing guard to make sure you are protected—

Those moments are when you are held in his arms, him resting against a tree and you resting against his lean chest, travel blanket laid over the both of you. When the terrain allows it, the sleeping bag would be under your bottom and legs for extra comfort.

When you can't rest, he whips out his flute to play you a soft tune hoping to lull you to sleep. If he sinks into the comfort of the mood, he'll continue playing much softer to prevent waking you up so early

But the guardian yaksha can buckle at the temptation of comfort, a humanistic desire fuelled by the assurance that in his arms you are absolutely safe-

And you two lay under the stars in peaceful slumber. Good night~

Combat-side of Travelling

Kicking the bottom shaft of the jade spear, Xiao swiftly catches it with his other hand, a small smile aimed for himself at the expert action before he raises his eyes back at you where you lay splayed on the floor. Drenched in your own sweat and desperately breathing. A long, wooden stick discarded by your side.

You pried your eyes open when the rays of the sun suddenly stopped invading through your thin eyelids, the shadow of the Yaksha looming over your form with a rare triumphant smirk. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say-"

"I told you so."

"Oh hush you!"

His soft laugh was melodic and it made you break a smile despite the exhaustion.

We've already established beforehand that Xiao is your main dps here and you're just support/utility. But you've expressed your desire to AT LEAST pick up some weight, asking the man to help you hone your weapon proficiency, even if you knew he'd decli-

He accepts. Oh. But it's not about swords sadly, it's for polearms. Since it's the weapon he uses, it's the only thing he can teach you.

Will be CONSIDERABLY gentle in training you compared to his massacres, and will be ever so patient so long as progress is made. Surprisingly, Xiao is actually a really good teacher, and you'd find his points to be precise and on the spot.

He'll be there on the side as you try to fight off a hydro slime for the first time, with the aid of your cheap spear you both from the nearest town over. If you get cornered, he'll be there to instantly swoop in. Fortunately you managed, and he gave an approving nod.

Despite his acceptance to teach he's not gonna let you fight actual threats because he doesn't wish to risk your safety. And you're still gonna be a hundred feet away as he does his job

If he ever managed to hurt you himself, it's... it's not gonna be good, not good at all for the both of you... luckily that hasn't happened! Uh, yet lol

Just admire him from afar, he looks pretty anyways, although the black particles that seem to surround him before the end of the fight

But he'll always come back to you, with a slight limp you always notice despite his attempts to hide, and you'll be there to heal him up

Like a knight to his princess? Or healer, more so

And the process rinses and repeats at your generally peaceful trip

"Oh, oh, I see it! Uuup there!"

His honey amber eyes follow where your fingers point, high and up against the cliff until he sees the glimpse of the swaying violetgrass. No orders needed to tell him what the objective is, but as you place your hand on his elbow when he was about to leap, you had different plans.

"Woohoo!" Please be careful, he shouts in his head as you rode the tides of his Anemo currents, gliding over to where the violetgrass awaits for your plucking hands. When the glider retracts as you grip the cliff face, you broke the stem of the flora. A eureka in your voice as you held it up like a treasure before pushing yourself off the cliffside.

The wind on your back was not harsh, carefully constructed and maneuvered as you seemingly float down into the arms of the awaiting Yaksha, as per routine of your retrieval, "Thank you!"

"Is it in good condition?" It didn't bother you that he has yet to put you down, nodding with a grin as you gently waved the perfectly grown violetgrass in your hand. Satisfied, he turns around to go back to your route when

golden, brown and white silhouettes entered your peripherals among the turn.

"Eh?"

"Ah?"

"Traveler, Paimon and Zhongli?"

"Well, it is the most intriguing that we meet again this far out and in such a circumstance, Xiao and (Y/N)."

Party gained 2 ½ members!

I noticed upon writing that after you started travelling with Xiao, the formality in your tone of speaking started to dissipate. Easing into the comforts of your relationship with him, Xiao is relieved.

@kookieyachi @moaa @dandelion-dreams @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @witchsungie

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #exile.goblet #exile.flower #sojourner specials #reeeee part twoooo #oh gawd this may not be good as i wanted it to be aww

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skellebonez · 3 years

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Could you write 22 “Oh, you’re just grumpy” with Monkie King and a deage MK?

OOOOH coming back to this? Yeah, I am totally up for giving this another go! MK is having a not so great time, nothing warning worthy but I do HC him not being the healthiest kid. Mild spoilers for season 2 episodes 1 and 2.

Oh, you're just grumpy.

"Noooooooo!" MK shouted, stomping his foot on the ground in anger. "I'm not grumpy, I'm mad! You can't let them leave me behind! Take me back! I'm the Monkie Kid! I have to do this myself! I-"

"You are currently physically 4 years old with all the control over your powers of that age," Sun Wukong rebutted with a soft sigh, frowning and wincing at the high pitched angered scream in reaction he received at that. That was... not the best way to go about this... He needed a different tactic.

He knelt down to be at eye level with his now even younger protégé, holding out his hand. When MK stared at it he chanced putting it on his shoulder and continued when MK didn’t shrug it off or start yelling again. “Bud, MK, it’s ok. I know you’re frustrated. You have every right to be! But we just want to make sure you’re safe until we can get you back to normal.”

This was not the kind of trouble the Monkey King expected to happen immediately before... well, put a cork on that for now. But this wasn't the kind of trouble be expected to happen regardless of time frame. How in the world anyone managed to not only curse an object in this way but find a way to slip it on his student was anyone's guess. But the fact of the matter was that MK, the Monkie Kid himself, was now physically 4 years old. Mentally, he was still the same age he was before the curse, personality and memories still completely intact... for the most part, it became clear to them very quickly that being physically a kid again came with more than just a smaller body. It came with the mood swings and heightened emotions of “kid brain” as Mei called it, when MK immediately burst into tears at just the mention of being left behind so Mei and the others could go after the demon. And then he couldn’t figure out why he was crying, whether from frustration or worry or both or why he even started, which lead to more crying out of sheer confusion, which made everyone feel very bad.

They’d managed to calm him down long enough for the Monkey King get him on his cloud and bring him to Flower Fruit Mountain in case the demon attempted to go after him like this, but that was short lived once they actually made landfall.

"But I can do this!" MK continued, pouting and tears of frustration starting to peak at the corners of his eyes once again, albeit calmer frustration. "I-I beat the Spider Queen! I can handle one demon who had to slap a bracelet on me to make me a kid to beat me, even if I'm tiny! I can kick his butt!"

"I know you can, Bud," Wukong said evenly, offering him an understanding smile. "And normally I'd let you go in guns blazing and know you could handle everything no problem now! You've more than proven you can handle stuff even I couldn't. If you were just shrunk I wouldn’t dare think you couldn’t handle this." He reached out a hand, ruffling his hair far more gently that he normally would. But still rough, rough enough to let him know he wasn't going to just treat him like glass now. "But this is a bit different. Remember what I said when Macaque was having you use your full power?” MK scowled for a second before nodding. “Using your powers like this? Could hurt you. And I don’t want to see you get hurt like that. Heck, even I would have trouble controlling my powers and probably get hurt if I was turned into a little kid monkey man, and if this happened to me I would trust you if you told me to stay safe."

"... you would?" MK asked softly, and Wukong nodded. Maybe it was a... bit of a stretch of the truth. Sun Wukong would probably need some convincing too (Great Sage title leading to Great Misjudgement sometimes, the previously mentioned Spider Queen fight a key example), but that's just one more thing he and MK had in common.

"Course I would,” Wukong said, and given said convincing that was the truth. “I trust you, MK, and-AGH!" He may be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, but nothing prepared him for the barreling rocket that was a 4 year old launching themselves at him to hug him with all the strength of... well, himself!

"I trust you too!" MK yelled right in his ear and oh if he thought his student had a loud yell before. But that only lasted for a second before he pulled back from the hug, body limp and head rested on his shoulder as the energy seemed to sap a bit from him as Wukong stood back up and he held him on his hip instead of setting him down when he saw the bright red rings around his eyes and how tired he seemed already... Tang had mentioned that he knew MK wasn’t exactly the healthiest as a child... "But... I feel bad not doing anything..."

"Then we can do something, that's an easy fix!" Wukong laughed, and his chest warmed as he was reminded of the few children he had helped take care of or play with while on the long journey centuries ago. He was a softie, really. "No training though, I am not going to body slam you when you come up to my knees."

This apparently was the magic joke to make, making MK devolve into a fit of giggles. A testament to how this cursed object affected him, he never would have giggled at that without it. Probably... MK had an odd sense of humor sometimes. But then again, so did he!

"Actually... I think I have just the thing for us to try."

All things considered, Wukong probably should have expected something like this. He did tell MK that he probably didn’t have much control over his powers. And that using his powers was a bad idea. And Tang did warn him he wasn’t a healthy child. The three together were a bad combo when his powers activated with MK’s unconscious reactions to certain things...

“How you feeling, Bud?” Wukong whispered softly, rubbing his back as he laid face down on his couch. He’d barely used his powers at all, just activated his true sight to find ingredients when they were cooking without even thinking about it, but that was enough to make the kid’s head feel like it was splitting open (in symptoms that sounded like a migraine, which... yeah, he felt really bad for him, and the jolt of worry and fear that shot through him surprised him less than he felt it should). “Still bad?”

There were a few of Wukong’s monkeys hanging out on the couch, one in particular was curled up next to MK’s head. Perhaps they were keeping him company while he wasn’t feeling well and nodded off in the process.

“I think I’m ok now,” MK answered, sitting back up and leaning into the Monkey King’s side (he seemed to seek out contact a lot more like this, letting Wukong carry him to the house, leaning on his shoulder when he showed him how to prepare the snacks they were making, now this... it made him wonder just how much physical affection he got as a kid). He looked leagues better than he had just 40 minutes ago, thankfully not nearly as exhausted as he had looked before he laid down. “Headache went away... I dunno, a while ago. But I didn’t wanna get up.”

“Completely understandable,” Wukong nodded in approval, glad that he’d gotten some form of rest. He needed it after everything he had been through. “You feel like getting up now, though? I made us some lunch... dinner... not desert food! Just like I promised.”

“Yeah!” MK exclaimed, immediately jumping off the couch and making his way to the kitchen like a rocket. “How about our snacks, how much longer do they have? Do you think we did ok? Do you think the others are gonna like em!?”

“They still have well over an hour of sitting in the fridge,” Wukong laughed, following him and watching him scramble to sit on one of the chairs at the table. “But I think we did a pretty good job of making annin tofu for the first time. They already look pretty darn delicious.” The almond jelly dish wasn’t as hard as he believed it would be, and using agar even he would be able to enjoy it... once he added some peaches on top, of course! “But that’s for later, for now what do you think of your meal?” MK looked up from his bowl, a spoonful of rice and vegetables already in his mouth. Wukong couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I’ll take that as a job well done.”

The two ate their respective lunches, rice and steamed vegetables for MK and rice and fruits for Wukong, talking about what dishes they could try making together in the future. Being a monkey Wukong had a very limited pallet for what he could (and would, given other circumstances) actually eat, so brainstorming workaround for that was a great way to pass the time before moving back to the couch. They played some, shockingly not Sun Wukong related, games that he had stashed away (and he was very offended by MK’s disbelief that he had media not related to himself in his house, totally offended). The game was one of those ones with a motion controller that you had to move around to play, and MK was having a blast with it.

The monkeys also seemed to be enjoying the show quite a lot.

Before the two knew it the sun had begun to set, MK’s grip on his controller starting to weaken as he sat down on the couch and attempted to keep his eyes open. Even with his rest earlier he was exhausted.

“Did anyone... tell you anything yet?” He asked softly, once again leaning into Wukong’s side with a yawn.

“Not yet,” Wukong admitted, looking at MK’s phone for the fourth time in he hour. “Not since they told me they found out where the demon went. But that probably means they’re focused on catching him! They’re gonna get the guy, I have a good feeling about it.”

“If you say so...” MK mumbled out, the controller slipping from his grasp as he closed his eyes.

“UH.. Bud? MK?” Wukong gently nudged his student, smiling softly when he realized that he’d just fallen asleep. “OK, that game clearly did it’s job a little too well.” He made to stand up, stopping short when something tugged on his clothing. MK had an iron grip on him, holding tight to his side and not looking like he was going to be letting go any time soon.

Well... Wukong didn’t have the heart to make him let go or chance waking him up to move him... so instead he took a hair and poofed up a blanket to lay over top of MK as he made himself comfortable on the side of the couch. It didn’t take long, and it took even less time for the monkeys around the house to curl up around and on top of the duo.

It was nice... Wukong didn’t want to admit it, but he was going to miss this. Not just when MK was changed back to his normal age, but when he had to... “go on vacation”.

He felt bad, lying to his student. His kid, now that he realized he couldn’t keep from admitting that to himself. But he trusted MK, genuinely trusted him in this regard, to keep everyone in the city safe while he was gone and he didn’t want the extra stress of knowing just what Wukong was really doing to weigh him down. He knew how much MK worried, seen how much anxiety he had after Macaque and the fight with the Spider Queen, how hard it would be to keep him from following him into places that were too dangerous for him to traverse without training they hadn’t completed yet.

He... really regretted not training him more in the beginning. Regretted it more than most things he had lately. Maybe if he had he could have explained things to him better. Known that if he did sneakily follow him he would at least be in much less danger.

He couldn’t let himself be too close after this. He’d have to go back to normal, aloof, jokey, “ah you’re fine cool beans good luck bud I believe in you!” Monkey King. For MK’s sake.

As he looked down at the sleeping child curled into his side he had to make himself believe it was for MK’s sake.

Why did that feel like it was a lie?

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #deage fic #mk #qi xiaotian #monkey kid #sun wukong #dad wukong #kinda #SPACER TAG FOR HIDING SPOILERS ALL LOVE TO THE SPACER TAG #oops I made it SAD #are you even surprised?#someone is in denial about the possible consequences of their actions #WUKONG MAKE BETTER CHOICES THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO DO THIS #prompt fill

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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Prepare for trouble, and make it double!

My attempt of making a writing colab along with @thotsforvillainrights and her beautiful baby Kaishi! Hope I made justice for your cute little one!

"Boreeeeeeed....." the kid whined, upside down besides his fatger on the couch as he read a book without much caring it in the first place.

With a huff, Kaito raised himself up and kneeled right besides his dad, leaning his hubby cheek against his shoulder.

"Papaaaa?" The boy almost whined as Kai only flipped a page of his book. The five year's old pouted as he stood up and started to make noises with his mouth, knowing how much Kai was bothered by them.

"For crying out loud, what?" The older malr snapped as Kaito stopped making noises and just stared blanky back at him "Well?"

"I'm bored."

"... do I look like an amusement park to you brat?" Kai sighed before driving his attention to his book "Go play with your toys or read something. "

"You are the most boring dad in the world papa." Kaito pointed out with a frown and before Kai could come back with some smart ass reply they heard door's noises and Kaito immediately brighten up.

"Mama!" The boy shouted in goee as he climbed off the sofa as Kai immediately thanked God or whoever was above for you to finally be home.

"Woah hey bub!" You giggled with a few packs on your hands as the child hugged onto your lev with all the strenght he had.

"I missed you! Being with papa alone is boring." You tried to prevent a snort to come before you just giggled and carresed both of your son's checks lovingly.

"Guess what? There is a surprise on the hallway and maybe you womt be just as bored."

"But papa said we cant have a dog." The kid pouted as your heart clenched a little... you were still fighting over Kai to at least get a puppy.

"Is not a puppy sweetie. But is your cousin Kaishi!" You smiled brightly as your son's (e/c) shined a bit even if his face didn't changed at all "Go say hi to him and be nice!"

"Ok." The kid nodded and went pass you as you picked the bags and soon heard shrieks of gless coming from the hallway and a very fearfull looking Chisaki Kai almost drop himself on his way as he found you with wide eyes.

"I heard screaming. From two kids. We have only one. What did you do?!" He almost exclaimed as you arched an eyebrow and giggled.

"You already forgot hon? Our nephew Kaishi is here to spend the day with us. Isn't adorable? Kaito will have a playdate almost!" You stopped giggling when your husband's face went as pale as it could get "oh my god Kai you're okay?!"

"T-Two... brats... Two little demonic pests... in the same house... in my house..." his golden eye twitched as he brought one of his hands to scretch his forearm.

"Aren't you being a little overdramatic?" You tried to coax him to relax until you both froze at the sounds of devilsh giggles, pots falling and surely Rappa and Mimic's screams of anger.

"I am not." If you didn't knew your husband, you surely would've tell by his tone of voice that he was actually terrified.

"This drink will make everyone's who drink it into a rat!" Kaishi exclaimed while adding dead leafs into the pot as kaito nodded with a determined and concentrated face.

"Rats like cheese... I guess maybe a bit of spoiled cheese?" Kaito offered while pointing at to the trash can.

"Yeah! That will work!" Kaishi smiled as Kaito quickly picked with his already dirty hlittle hands the before saftely wrapped spoiped cheese and dropped onto the pot.

"Now what?" The boys looked at each other before Kaishi picked a bit of mud nearby, silently suggesting to put as Kaito smiled and nodded.

The... substance, was indeed something. Not only the appearance of it was terryfing but the smell of it almost made the two young boys puke.

"We will have to drink that?" Kaishi spoked, his little voice all funny due to him covering his nose as Kaito immediately shocked his head in disaproval of the idea "So who will?"

"..."

"Papaaaa!!!!" "Uncle Kaiii!"

He froze aat the voices of the boys as he was trying to play shogi in peace with Pops as the elder only chuckled when the two energetic boys opened the door's room, Kaito carrying a cup of God's know why.

"What now?" He arched an eyebrow from his place of the couch at Kaito covered in mud and dirt offering him a cup.

"Drink it!" Kaito told simply as Kaishi covered his mouth to prevent a giggle to escape.

"Why on hell I would do something like that?" He stared at the two before he felt his hives appearing on high speed "You both. Bath. Now."

"Drink this first papa!!" Kaito stoomped his foot down, not getting a tad bit scared when Kai just stood up with a glare.

"Kaito Chisaki."

"Drink it!" The boy accidentaly tripped and it sended the mixture right on Kai's necj and some of it on his mask... thankfully.

"Oh geez." Pops chuckled while grabbing his cup of tea as he saw in question of minutes Kaishi grabbing his cousin's hand and yelling to run as Kai ran after them with a pissed offf shout.

You finishedd making the snacks for the kids until you saw your husband on the doorway, eye twitching, sleeves rolled back, from head to waist all dripping wet as the two boys greeted you like little angels... and to notify, they were sparkling almost.

"Uh... I heard some shouting but I thought you three were playing so.." you smiled awkwardly as you picked Kaishi up as he nuzzled on your neck as Kaito pouted as the jelly little mommy's boy he was.

"Those pests..." your husband muttered in a murdeful tone of voice before sighing and going straight to the bathroom.

"What did you two do to your poor uncle and father huh?" You asked as the two boys stared at you back before both replying in the same time.

"We tried to turn him into a rat."

Oh dear...

You soon notice that the boys were handfull even to yourself together so you quickly offered a movie to put on as you saw the look of your husband's face as he tried to just eat his dinner in peace but alas, his son and nephew had other plans on just asking ever type of question possible and if not answered right away they poked him, not caring about his mysophobia anymore.

"You're an angel you know that..." you smiled in sympathy as your Kai rested his head on your shoulder, completely drained from having to deal with two versions of hyperative children of the same gene.

"You deserve to rest my poor baby." You murmured while kissing his temple as he grumbled something.

"Gross." Kaito commented as Kaishi nodded in aproval.

"Disgusting." Kaishi tried to imitate Kai's voice only to end up laughing along with Kaito.

"... tell me is already the time to bed for those..." your husband almost begged until Kaito got up to fist your clothes on his tiny fists and rest his head on your lap.

"Can Kaishi stay the night mama? Pretty please?" He asked with the puppy dog eyes you just couldn't refuse.

"Absolutely no-" "of course honey." Kai got his face up from your neck only to glare daggers at you as the children cheered.

"You traitor..." he spoke in utter disdust as you could only giggle.

"The boy are sleep. The extra cushion did came in handy." You smiled as your husband immediately fell into the bed with a groan.

"They're quite... handfull." You laughed at his mumbling and went to do your night routine... as soon as you finished you got out of the bathroom to met Kai already on his back staring at the ceiling before those amber eyes fell on you.

"They did drain your energy out today huh?" You sit down close to him and softly started to comb your fingers into his hair as he sighed in relief.

"... Lay down.. is getting cold and I dont want you to get sick." He mumbled sleepy as you smiled in utter love for usual anti social germophobic man, giving excuses only for you to lay down and touch him.

"Needy arent we?" You teased, face front to him as he opened one eye lazily before testing the waters and giving you a kiss that soon turned heated.

"I will show you needy."he growled lowly as you felt already heat coming down there and also a tad bit of hardness on his part as he hover over you to attack your neck only for-"

"We can't sleep." Kaito opened the door, carrying his plushie as Kaishi yawned wlazily and opened one eye.

"Auntie? Uncle?"

You just patted your husband's back when he just dropped on you and screamed in frustation on the crook of your neck.

Tough day for daddy Kai.

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Eliza!

Hi, jelly here with important question.

How do you feel about the movie Anastasia?

Do you think that villain song is so damn good?

Jelly I am so sorry I kept this for a few days because I had a brain freeze trying to figure out if I could tell you how much I love this movie!

I played it ALL THE TIME as a youngster. The music, the story, the plot, I loved it!

You know for a while I thought it was a Disney movie because as far as I was concerned at that time every animated movie was a Disney movie and it came in the same case as they did.

But I realize it might've had something to do with the fact that Don Bluth directed and he did a lot of the non Disney movies I watched as a kid (Land Before Time!!) AND he used to work for Disney.

More rambling below the cut! (tumblr deleted some of my stuff and I had to do it over! hjkjlklrhjfbndfnrutu!)

In the opening seeing Anastasias relationship with her grandmother was very special. Then to see Rasputin who has a bit of a Maleficent vibe coming in, and then he sold his soul?! You knew nothing good was coming! I was so saddened when Anastasia didn't make it on the train with her grandmother :(

Time jump to little orphan Anya who still has her necklace. I loved Anyas attitude and singing voice and ad libbed all the lines I could once I learned them and as a kid tried to hold the last note in Journey to the Past.

And Once Upon a December, when she's in the Winter Palace and things seem a little familiar to her, and she dances with those long gone. UGH it's beautiful and heartbreaking. She'll never see them again!

I'm gonna have to slow down on the gifs for a sec LOL!

Enter Dimitri and Vlad, loveable and snobbish (one of them, at least) conman who find their girl! Because she looks exactly like an adult Anastasia of the little girl in the portrait that still hangs there!

And THEN, as they go off together, we meet Rasputin again who is still hellbent of destroying all the Romanovs so he sends demons to do his bidding! Rasputin himself is hella creepy but I can't say this is my favorite villain song ever. It's very good though!

So can I just say the banter between Anya and Dimitri is some of my favorite of ANY movie. The childish gestures and whole "fine, I'll be quiet if you'll be quiet."

And after she asks if he'll miss his home, he's still going on about their argument and instead says "miss what, you're talking" AH SO cute!

Then she punches the crap outta him (by accident? LOL) when they need to get off the train and very quickly they realize they need to shut up and work together to get off what is now a runaway train.

The song Learn to Do It is really fun and all of a sudden she might remember something that she wasn't told to do or say by Vlad or Dimitri!

(there's like 2 other gifs I also wanna use here but I don't have enough room LOL) And THEN, Jelly, this scene. It's all downhill from here and even Vlad knows it. UGH it's so pretty I WANT it! They get close and when Rasputin tried to kill Anya himself Dimitri literally swoops into action to rescue her! And she herself is overwhelmed by everything and remembers the Romanov curse.

And soon we're off to try to impress Sophie so she'll let us meet with empress Marie and it's going well until it isn't, but Anya suddenly remembers exactly how she got out of the palace as a child and Dimitri is there to hear it?! He knows! The jig is up!

The man can't really even have fun wandering around Paris while everyone else is thrilled!

Then it's the night of the meeting and Dimitri is stunned by Anya and they have a couple nice moments and share some looks!

But then Anya learns the truth of how this whole thing started and slaps him again! Granted, he had it coming.

But he does the unthinkable and kidnaps the empress and risks everything just so that she will meet Anya because she IS Anastasia! And somehow she agrees to it and after realizing that they ARE family, she has to tell Anya that Dimitri didn't take the money! *sobs*

He's ready to leave it all because Anastasia has been found and reunited with her grandmother and why would he want the money anymore?! WHY? Marie knows why :D

And when Anya is trying to figure out if she wants to be Anastasia or Anya, Dimitri is still close by making sure she is save from Rasputin and between the two of them (and Pooka) they finally get rid of him!

And then she smacks Dimitri again! LOL

And then she makes her decision, it's her and him, and that she and her grandmother will still have their relationship.

And did I mention I LOVE THIS MOVIE?!

I'm mad I can only include so many gifs. LOL ones not included are Dimitri pushing young Anya out of the palace, meeting again in the Winter Palace, saving each other on the train, another scene of them dancing, hugging after Anya wakes up from her dream, Dimitri realizing he was the boy who saved her, meeting on the staircase during the opera, her slugging him!...and that's all I think.

Okay so THAT was a novel and I am open to talk about this movie anytime!! <3

#eliza interacts #moots #moots jelly #anastasia 1997 #you asked how i felt about this movie #it is still one of my very favorites #i love anya and dimitri together #i love that even though they both had exactly what they wanted in the end it turned out they wanted each other #the whole scene on the boat and the creepy nightmare and dimitri saving anya from potentially drowning #is my favorite

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