Sup, I'm just a simple otaku (24)who loves to create stories and fangirl over my fictional crushes. Be sure to check out my story; The Rabbit of Night Raven and Bizarre Brother. It can also be found in Quotev and AO3.
For those who don't know, I'm crazyyanderefangirlfan, but call Yan since I realized it's kind of a mouthful. This is my oc blog, if your curious on what I created check out my masterlist below, but I mostly reblog other stuff. Since I have horrible writer's block and school keeps me busy. Feel free to ask me anything, from my oc's, story or me. But I won't answer anything toxic or that makes me uncomfortable. Currently into Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Obey Me and Villain Recruiters might consider posting my other ocs from different fandoms though.
EDIT: Still busy but will now balance
Masterlist.
First updated: 10/14/20
Last updated: 06/30/26
Hi so I made a masterlist cause everything was messy and you guys won’t have a trouble finding what you want. Updates will be at random.
Hi Ditto, Ben said Rath’s purrs are earthquake level, do you like to lean against him when he purrs? He must have feel like a message chair
"He does! It's awesome! Sometimes, when I'm sad, he lets me lay on his belly and then he purrs so I get all shakey and have to watch so I don't fall off. It's great!"
Mini rant: I hate when people blame Jamil for enabling Kalim’s incompetence, like he wants Kalim to be helpless so he can control him or whatever. He has to do that because that’s his job. Jamil very clearly does not like being a servant to Kalim, (I’m not saying he doesn’t care about Kalim himself) and he wouldn’t want to increase his workload. Blaming him for something he is being forced to do just rubs me the wrong way
Jamil has always been forced to constantly cater to Kalim but while they’re at NRC there’s no one to enforce it, so as long as Kalim doesn’t tell his family Jamil can get away with pretty much anything. However pre book 4 he is still stuck in a (literal) slave mentality preventing him from being directly rebellious, which is why he resorts to backhanded schemes.
He also maybe didn’t trust that Kalim wouldn’t tell his parents about any efforts at decreasing his burden. We all know Kalim ignores a lot of things Jamil says. Telling Kalim not to tell his parents would also let him onto the fact that Jamil is doing everything against his will, which was something he was hiding.
After Book 4 Jamil lets himself push his limits and get away with whatever he can get away with, he also trusts Kalim a bit more. That’s why he starts letting Kalim be more independent, because he realizes that he can, it’s nothing to do with Kalim himself.
In conclusion, Jamil doesn’t enable Kalim because he wants to, he enables Kalim because he thinks he has to, and he thinks he has to because before coming to NRC he actually had to.
Kinda got off topic there and there’s probably typos, I’m writing this at 3am. Please give me any thoughts or comments
they're Each other's first relationship and it shows XD (let me know if there's a scenario ya want for them, Ask box it! Lol pg tho- they're 16)
So fun fact about this drawing, It was going to be about Sebek fuffin THRIVING in the Heat with Gwendolyn being happy for him but MELTING, but turned into them being Adorably awkward
(Goth gf doesn't do well in heat but Croc bf Does)
Also I LOVE Gwendolyn's Warm weather outfit A LOT
I still think someone should draw Sebek having Ungodly amounts of energy for 95°f/35°c weather
Humans Are Extinct Yandere TWST x Fem Reader Monster AU pt 46
(Vil's father is a more traditional coloration for Peacocks, and he is regarded as one of the most attractive actors in media. On top of being an actor, Eric is an impressive producer, playwright, and composer. When it comes to the creation of entertainment, Eric knows quite a bit. Vil is determined to stand on his own in the acting world, so he took on the last name of his Mother instead of his father's last name. Eric is extremely proud of Vil in every way possible.)
Warnings; yandere, multiple yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, unreliable narrators, myths are partially true but mostly false, descriptors of the Ursus Minor and Major, mention of injury/gore/sickness, gentle scolding, ice cream, smoothies, Harpies, Dragon, Shinigami, Hellcat, mention of Alicorn, mention of Unicorn, mention of Cervitaur, mention of Selkie, mention of Drider, mention of Raiju, mention of Vampire Bat
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You walked at a slow and relaxed pace through the field in front of you. Wind gently moved the long golden stalks of wheat in slow ripples. The air was warm and ever so sweet smelling as if something delicious were being cooked not too far away.
Deeper you went into this field as you enjoyed this blissful moment of peace. Even as the plants slowly moved around you, it was hard not to feel relaxed among the dancing fronds as they swayed in the wind. A low rumbling noise filled your ears and you vaguely thought it sounded like slow and heavy breathing.
"... Hello?"
Everything suddenly went still and silent the moment you spoke. The wind died. The wheat stilled. The breathing stopped.
From beyond the field a shape lumbered forward, dark ooze running down the open wounds of the beast as it cried out a feeble roar. Standing before you was a pathetic bear with no meat on the skeleton bones that covered its carcass. Still the carcass moved.
Standing on all fours, the pitiful bear almost looked like it was missing half of it's face. Where fur and flesh should have been, a large gaping wounds covered in flies and rotting from the bone of the skull was on clear display. The 'eyes' of the beast were no more than pits that has been plucked clean by cruel hands. Even the black fur of the beast seemed to be dripping with some kind of decay as the foul stench of the rotting blood inside the creature assaulted your nostrils.
Nothing about this beast was natural and the twisted fangs that glinted in the maw of the beast only made pity weigh down your heart. Each fang had been broken by the neighboring tooth, all overgrown and twisted in the maw of the creature. Some teeth grew up and back into the gums, some teeth grew out jaggedly though the mouth of the creature, and some were empty sockets where a tooth once was.
The beast lowed and huffed, sounding like it was struggling for air as it breathed out ragged sounds of pain. It was a dead bear walking, yet the beast longed for freedom. It needed the release of death yet was cruelly kept away from ever knowing that peaceful end. The rotted blood inside the wretched bear bubbled up past the throat as it cried again to you in agony.
You wished you could help it.
As hideous and beaten this beast was, you were determined to help it, even if that meant shutting the bear's eyes forever. It had long since been a shambling corpse even before it had gotten to you and the pained way it walked on broken limbs hurt your heart as you were forced to hear it cry. This creature deserved the dignity of a swift death.
As you raised your crossbow, another thought occurred to you; the sound of heavy breathing was back. Surely it was just the pitiful and wounded bear that you heard so heavily and deeply drawing in breath. Yet... The bear before you was hardly able to gasp, let alone make the sound you had heard while you were in the field.
The bear standing in front of you was not the bear you had been hearing.
Shadows fell over you as you turned to what could have possibly blotted out the sun. Lumbering behind you, coating by broken weapons that stuck out of the ragged and torn flesh like trophies clicked with the heavy and slow movement of the beast. One blind eye rolled around in the socket of the bear's exposed orbital cavity to look at you.
As the beast turned its head a scream caught in your throat when you saw what this monster had for a second eye. Lodged in the skull of the bear was another skull. An unmistakably Human skull. It was frozen in an eternal scream as the orbital socket of the Human skull was fused with that of the bear.
The Human skull's eye sockets glowed with a faint blue light as they seemed to lock onto you. The bear- or beast, as would be more accurate- reared up high above you, even dwarfing some trees as it let out a loud and piercing Human scream.
~•§•~
You woke with a startle, entire body shivering with each panted breath as cold morning air nipped at your skin. Nothing seemed familiar was you stumbled back, the forest wheeling around you. Your foot caught on something behind you and a sharp shriek left your lips while your body fell.
But you didn't hit the ground.
Instead, you fell into a pair of arms that broke your fall. Standing behind you, just as shocked and surprised as you, was a familiar face you immediately recognized. The older Sphinx Trein stood there holding you in his arms gently as he helped you back up and onto your feet.
"Pr-Professor Trein-!"
"(Y/n), what on earth are you doing out here, Little Cub?"
"What am I doing? What are you doing?"
"Responding to your collar pinging me. You are supposed to be in bed resting like Lord Hades said, what could possibly possess you to come out here alone?"
You finally took a moment to look around, seeing the tall forests around you looming like the trees that seemed so abundant. Above the trees you could see the top of Night Raven College and you knew you weren't far from the school given how close it seemed. If anything, you likely hadn't been in the forest for very long.
"I... I didn't realize I was out here. I was dreaming and then... Woke up here."
"Is walking away from your home normal for Humans while they sleep?"
"... No."
As you began to shiver, Trein was quick to pull his own burgundy top coat off of his shoulders and draping it over you. The warmth already clinging to the clothing seeped into your bones as the Sphinx picked you up suddenly. It was only at that time that you realized you were barefoot and had several cuts along your feet and legs from your unpleasant trip into the woods.
"Come on, let's get you back to your dorm and back to bed. This part of the forest is no place for anyone, with or without magic, let alone a Human."
Trein was nice and warm as he held you, carrying you back to your dorm and ensuring you were cuddled up safely in his arms. Part of you wanted to question the old Sphinx about his cryptic words, hoping they were just in reference to the plentiful poachers that likely stalked nearby. It was during your hesitance to ask that another thought occurred to you; why didn't poachers grab you.
All around you, the woods were unnaturally quiet. There were no birds chirping in the early morning light. There were no squirrels jumping from tree to tree. There wasn't even the sound of poachers scurrying away.
The forest was silent.
"Professor?"
"Yes, (Y/n)?"
"... What did you mean by what you said earlier? About the forest being 'no place for someone with or without magic'?"
"There are things that live in the untamed parts of the world that are best left undisturbed."
"What kind of things?"
"The kind that will kill a child as easily as they would kill an adult all for the crime of disturbing their rest."
You went quiet at this, wondering just what beasts lurked in the darker parts of the forests of Sage Island. Thinking back to that odd dream of yours, you realized that you had seen the smaller of the two bears before. That first night you arrived at Night Raven College and met Grim was the first time you had seen that thing.
Rook had called it some odd name when he explained the wounded and rotting creature to you. It had since slipped your mind as to what these creatures were called, but you just so happened to have your very own History professor with you. Maybe he could shed some light on the dream you had.
"... Do bears live on Sage island?"
"No. Not any that are actually considered alive, at least. Why?"
"I remember seeing one my first night here. It tried to attack me but Rook stopped it. What do you mean 'considered alive'? Are there dead bears here?"
The older Sphinx sighed as he moved with you through the forest, his back leg still dragging behind him. He didn't seem eager to explain himself despite your prying question. Still, that only served to rouse your curiosity.
"Yes. They are known as Undying Ursus Minors. Bears that are the offspring of the Undying Ursus Major. They typically look like shambling corpses and cannot be killed. Many have tried."
"... What is the Ursus Major like?"
This actually made Trein stumble somewhat, seeming to be thrown off by your question. Part of you worried as Trein rarely seemed riled by anything, but was clearly unsettled by your questions.
"The Ursus Major is a true monster. There are many legends that surround the Ursus Major and very few actual facts. He is larger than any other bear, scarred and covered in weaponry from those who have attempted to kill him. Even Lord Hades was unable to contain the beast. He sleeps for ages and is deadly when woken. He sleeps here, on Sage Island, where he is far from the mainland."
"... Why does he have a Human skull in his face?"
This question actually made Trein stop in his tracks, his wide eyes locking onto you in surprise and concern. His response only confirmed to you that the beast you saw in your dreams was the same beast Trein spoke of. But how could you dream of a beast you have never actually seen? More importantly, why would you dream of this beast?
"How do you know that?"
"I had a dream before I woke up out here... There was this golden field that led into the woods when it came up behind me. Its face was torn to shreds, and the one eye it had looked blind. The other eye... It was exposed bone and a second skull- a Human skull- was fused into it. I don't think I've ever seen a bear like that one before."
Trein frowned at this, but said nothing else and continued to walk back to the school. As he emerged from the tree-line, you realized he was not the only one who had responded to your collar pinging. Every Housewarden, Vice-Housewarden, guard, visitor, and all of the NRC staff were frantically heading towards the woods.
You could see the way their panic visibly melted away as they saw Trein emerge with you safely tucked in his arms. Even as they fussed over you and herded the Sphinx carrying you back inside, you were somewhere deep inside of your own mind still, thinking of the beast that came to you in your dreams.
~•§•~
"Little One."
"Hm?"
The sudden voice of the elder Shinigami made you break away from your intense thoughts, staring at the man in surprise. He seemed to be looking at you expectantly and you had to scramble to think of what it was he must have said. Perhaps he asked you a question and you didn't hear it?
"Are you alright?"
"No. Yes. Maybe?"
You had been sitting in the large nest in your room with the elder Shinigami. Despite your fever finally going down, the older man had decided that you should continue to rest. Thankfully, that did mean that he continued to keep Malleus and your other over-eager guards at bay. They had only been allowed into your room when you requested it. It was truly wonderful to feel like you had your own personal space back, even if only for a little while.
"Young Mozus tells me you were walking in your sleep when he found you out there. He also tells me you saw a rather unusual bear in your sleep."
You frowned at this, wanting to confide in the Shinigami, but not wanting to seem insane for what you had to say. Perhaps the elder could offer you some advice on your situation and even offer council. He had been rather honest with you since the moment you met him and it soothed you to know the ancient man didn't seek to deceive you.
"I did. ... Papa Hades, what can you tell me about the Ursus Major?"
"He is father to all Ursus Minor and has walked this world for several millennia. His official name is Mor'du, but most simply know him as the Undying Ursus Major. He is deadly when woken, impervious to all magic used against him, my own included. Many have tried to kill him and very few survived him. Young Mozus is one of the few to survive the beast."
"Trein did?"
"Yes. There are many a legend as to where Mor'du came from, but none are certain to his true origins."
You hummed, leaning back against the large Shinigami as he spoke. The fact that this beast was immune to magic made you wonder what happened to cause such a thing. Magic seemed all powerful, so a beast that could resist magic seemed even more dangerous.
"What do you think he is?"
"... I think he was Human. He has a skull embedded in his face, a Human skull, and I believe it is a remnant of his old existence. Humans don't have magic, so by him having magic like that overwhelmed him completely and turned him Feral."
"Do you think him once being Human is why I dreamed of him?"
This actually surprised the elder as he turned to look at you fully. It would make sense if that were the case. He knew of several species that had prophetic dreams of related family or friends, why wouldn't you dream of a beast that may have once been Human? Perhaps there was something more to your thinking, but the elder didn't want you to believe you could face the beast either. Nothing he knew of could kill Mor'du and he refused to risk your safety for a hunch.
"It's possible. For the time being, I think you need to have one of your guards back in the room with you. This wandering away in your sleep is not healthy for you and it could lead to greater injury than a few scrapes."
"... Hey, Papa Hades, have you ever had ice cream?"
~•§•~
You stood next to the churn, watching it spin and cool the heavy cream, mixing in the sugars and the vanilla. All three of your churns were working and you were thrilled to try and share what you have created. To your left was a blended smoothie of fruits that you planned to add into one of the churns for flavoring.
Naturally, any time you were in the kitchen, your guards were close by trying to sniff out what it was you were creating. They had been more distant from you and you realized that it was was likely a result of Papa Hades also hovering nearby. Whatever he had said to them when you fell ill clearly stuck with them.
"(Y/n)?"
You glanced over your shoulder to see a familiar and tired expression. Vil seemed hesitant to approach too quickly or be as proud as he usually was, clearly still shaken by what had happened with his mother and your following illness. The Harpy was a welcome sight and you allowed him to approach you despite how hesitant he seemed to be.
"Hey, Vil."
"How are you feeling?"
The Harpy settled for leaning against the counter next to you, watching you keenly as you poured your blended concoction into the churn. He- not so subtly- sniffed in the direction of the blended fruits, seeming curious about the mixture. You figured he could smell the various fruits in the blender and may have liked what he smelled.
"I'm... Not fully healed, but I guess I'm better than I was."
"Why didn't you tell us how stressed you were by all of this?"
"When did I have the chance to tell any of you? I've been dealing with Overblots, near Overblots, a possessive and protective Dragon, a world I don't understand, and others trying to kill me. I haven't really had the time to say that I'm stressed."
"I'm sorry."
You turned to look at Vil in surprise when he spoke, his voice a soft and sad sound which only made you worry about him. Ever the one to want to help and fix things for others, you didn't like seeing Vil so downcast and withdrawn. If anything, you wished Vil would return to his haughty and proud self. It would put you more at ease than the way he behaved now.
"Don't be sorry, Vil. Be better. I know you can be and I know you push yourself so hard just to feel deserving. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. You deserve it, Vil. I never want you thinking that you don't."
"You're a good person, (Y/n)."
"And you are a beautiful Harpy, Vil. Now, taste this and tell me what you think."
He seemed surprised as you poured the contents into a cup and handed it to the Harpy. At first, he seemed dubious as to what you gave him, but his nose told him whatever it was happened to be delicious. Despite his slow attempts. Reaching his tongue into the cup to sample the flavor his eyes widened. Within moments he slurped down the contents of the cup, reminding you of a greedy bird stuffing their face with available food.
It was difficult to stop yourself from giggling when you saw how eager the Harpy was. Vil slurped down the drink and made an odd cooing sound in his throat. His feathers gently fluffed up as that cooing sound continued, clearly pleased.
"What is this beautiful concoction?"
"Humans call it a smoothie. Usually made of blended fruits, occasionally vegetables, and sometimes sugar. That one is strawberries, blue berries, raspberries, and some sugar. Nothing too wild, but I plan on making more smoothies as well. Guess I can count on you to be a taster?"
Vil let out a purring coo as his wing tips fluttered excitedly at the prospect. Perhaps it was just your perception, but some color seemed to return to Vil's face and he gave you a genuine smile. You couldn't help but smile at Vil's soft cooing and pet his head, letting the Harpy lean into your touch.
"The ice cream should be done soon, I'll go get Tsuno and the others."
Vil hovered behind you as you walked out of the kitchen, noticing the several eyes that flicked in your direction. They all seemed eager to greet you despite how they held themselves back. Despite how the others seemed to temper themselves, Grim didn't have the same hesitation and ran straight into your arms. Though he had been allowed to spend time with you during your illness where the others didn't, he was always happy to see you.
"Mama! What were you doing in the kitchen? Did you make something yummy for us?"
"I did! It is ready for everyone to have some. Why don't all of you come get a bowl?"
This seemed to be the triggering words for everyone as they all rushed forward to have their own taste of what you created.
Despite the week Heartslabyul was assigned as your guards being over, they remained in the dorm with you as another group had not yet been assigned. This meant Riddle, Trey, and Alistair were keen to see what new treat you have created for them and keen to group up around you. Silver seemed pleased with the ungulate company as he rallied up with the three centaur men like a Herd.
Similarly, Vargas, Ace, and Deuce were keen to stay with this forming group of hoofed species. It was almost funny to see how easily they grouped together and took turns looking out for their fellow Herd members.
Cater was even a good member of that Herd despite the fact he was not a hoofed species like the others. He had thankfully been able to settle back into his own routine and took protecting your peace on Magicam very seriously. Apparently he blocked anyone who made any kind of suggestive comment on your pictures and had already blocked several thousand people.
Beyond the Ungulate species forming a Herd, the winged and avian species seemed to be forming similar alliances. Vil, Crowley, Trein, and all of the Shrouds grouped together like a big flock of feathered beasts. Even Lilia and Malleus seemed to group up together with the flying folk despite the difference in their wing types. Sebek simply stayed with Malleus while Rook stayed with Vil.
The forming groupings interested you, seeing how similar species kept together with one another. It was fascinating to you to observe the way they all seemed to find common ground, especially those who were often in conflict like Alistair and Riddle. Even in the groups, there was an obvious hierarchy that seemed to lend itself to how the men all behaved. The only two who didn't group up were Sam and Divus, but they seemed more keen to stay near you.
As you relaxed and doled out the ice cream, it was obvious you were supposed to sit at the left side of Papa Hades who took the head of the table for his own seat. This time, Malleus refused to allow anyone other than himself to take the seat next to you. Unsurprisingly, Malleus was not going to let you get too far from him after being forced to keep his distance during your illness.
He nodded in greeting to you as you set the large bowls of ice cream out and settled down. It was clear Grim was eager to eat the cold treat as the others regarded it curiously.
"Go ahead and take what you all want, just don't eat it too quickly or you may get a brain freeze."
Vil was first of the cautious group to get his own bowl of the treat, letting out a loud coo as he took a spoonful of the fruit ice cream. That was enough to encourage the others to take their own bowls and try the cold and creamy snack. It seemed like the others were pleased with the treat as well and Riddle even let out a thrilled whinny.
Malleus was the one who had the most extreme reaction of the group as he put the spoon in his mouth. A sudden warmth filled the room, akin to the feeling of cuddling in a group of trusted friends on a cold evening. His pallid face flushed a deep almost black shade as a loud and thunderous purr erupted from his throat. The Dragon swayed gently in his seat, humming and continuing to slowly eat the treat you had gifted him.
Grim impatiently grabbed your hand with his paws, pulling it down to place the spoon in his mouth. He began purring the same way Malleus had at the sweet taste, his tail waving excitedly as he let out little mewls. The others seemed in agreement and Malleus leaned over to you, affectionately rubbing his cheek against your shoulder.
"My dearest (Y/n), I would give you the riches of Briar Valley if only you continue to allow me to sample this decadent treat. Such flavor... And so soothing. Numbing. What do you call this beautiful creation?"
"Ice cream. Right now we have Vanilla, a fruit mix, and chocolate- thanks to Sam- so feel free to enjoy the flavors."
"All the more reason for me to adore the many things you do... What a truly magnificent treasure trove you are."
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 45
(Vargas is a Longhorn Minotaur bull. As a bull, he is territorial towards other fully mature ungulates. He doesn't view the students as fully mature so they fall into the same category as members of his herd. He is instinctually programed to protect his herd from outsiders and to keep a close eye on those he considers to be his calves. He considers The Human as a calf, so he is extra protective and territorial over the Human around the others.)
Your head was swimming as the room seemed to be spinning around you. Each breath was labored and felt painful as your lungs fought you for every inhalation. Somewhere in your mind you felt like you were overheating, but the blanket was too heavy to throw off of you.
"... Help..."
You croaked out, barely even audible as you tried to get someone's attention. Limbs feeling more like lead and your stomach lurching every time you opened your eyes, there was no choice but to close them and keep calling out. Hopefully someone would be able to hear you before you roasted in your skin.
"... Help..!"
A far too loud sound of footsteps slamming in the hallway let you know someone was present. The ear piercing creak of the door made you want to curl up and scream with how deafening it was to your ears. Soft and repetitive whimpers escaped your lips with low wheezing sounds from your labored breath. Someone approached from the side of the nest.
"What's wrong?"
The thunderous voice of whomever had answered your call made your body flinch in response. They didn't seem to realize how loudly they were speaking, or perhaps you were just sensitive to sound given the way everything seemed too much for you. Still, the sound wasn't what was bothering you.
"... Too hot... Can't... Move..!"
A blind panic was beginning to fill your confusion addled brain the longer your body struggled to respond to your commands. Whoever it was seemed to at least believe you as you felt the weight of the blankets lifting from you. The overwhelming heat continued to roll off of you but at least it wasn't trapped beneath covers anymore.
"Here, you should drink something. It has been a while since you last stirred."
Your heavy body was moved into an upright position, whoever it was that came to your side sitting behind you to let you lay exhaustedly against their front. A cold drink met your senses and seemed to spread throughout your body as you tried to gulp down the inviting liquid. If there was a flavor to it, you didn't recognize what that flavor was.
"Is there anything else I can do to help keep you comfortable?"
"... Tired..."
Your brain faintly registered the feeling of rough fur as you were settled back down into the bed, a rather hulking shape of your current attendant walking to the door. They paused a moment at the threshold and you wondered who it was out of the many that craved you violently. Perhaps that was not important as darkness pulled you back down into fitful sleep.
~•§•~
The ground beneath you rolled like waves, knocking you down and battering you as you tried to stand. Each wave taking you farther and farther out into what seemed to be a void of darkness that surrounded you. These waves were not gentle and slammed into you. Instead it was like you were being hit by hundreds of pointed grains of rice.
Your skin felt sensitive to the touch and made you feel like everything stung whenever it touched you. Voices echoed with no clear origin in your mind, making you look wildly into the shadows for an answer. If it weren't for the rolling ground tossing you around, you may have been able to tell what direction sounds were coming from. Even as you struggled to orient yourself, another roll and pitch beneath you would send you tumbling back down into the hissing darkness.
"Come back here!"
A voice hissed from behind you and the jaws of a white wolf snapped at your leg. Even when you tried to run, what felt like a hand gripped your ankle to pull you back and throw you roughly to the unsteady floor. As your back hit into it, you couldn't tell if it was a solid or liquid, but it was enough to force the air out of your lungs.
"You're mine!"
Another distorted voice hissed and this time you saw the snapping jaws of a dark dragon catching your shirt and jerking you back. Claws tore at your arms as this beast pinned you to the pitching floor. That weight lifted before being replaced by the sharp feeling of fangs digging into your neck as a scream escaped your lips.
"Delicious little Human, kheeheehee, you will be my precious little meal!"
The sudden feeling of falling made your body jerk as you dropped into a warm and thick liquid. It was viscous and filled your mouth when you tried to scream. The iron taste overwhelming you and congealing on your tongue as you tried to fight your way back to the surface.
"I am your one and only Hero! You can't leave me!"
The long teeth of an angler fish came shooting towards you and ripped greedily into your sides, cutting and pulling with each long fang dug into you. It felt like you were dragged through the thick liquid around you and thrown out into an icy tundra. The blinding white light making you close your eyes in agony as you shivered and cried out from disorientation.
~•§•~
Eric pulled the blankets up around your shivering body. Lord Hades had gone ahead and given you a bath with the aid of his magic before asking the Harpy to help you settle down again. Despite not being awake, you had audibly struggled against the water to the point the others could hear you whining and splashing. When the Shinigami emerged with your shivering and soaked figure, he informed them of your struggle and how you seemed to be unable to wake yourself yet still fighting.
The Harpy felt immense pity for you as you whimpered again and weakly tugged at the blankets as if to cover yourself completely. You had been switching from sweats to chills in your troubled sleep, leaving him and the others struggling to keep you comfortable. He felt somewhat relieved that the other staff had not made him abandon his duties to you and had instead incorporated him into their own rotation.
Even when he was not checking in on you, it made Vil seek him out and he was thrilled to actually be able to spend time with his son. Both Eric and Vil had been busy most of their lives as Vil was a child-actor from a young age, so they didn't often get to spend time together. Being able to talk to Vil and hear all about how much his son loved you soothed Eric's heart.
Truthfully, Eric had worried that Vil would never find someone that met his standards who wouldn't leave him behind. Even beyond the standards Vil had, there was always that painful part of his childhood that held him back from getting too close to others. The Harpy even distanced himself from his father until he became this untouchable idol of beauty.
Amidst the glamor and the coy smiles, Eric knew his son was hurting. He could do nothing to aid his boy as he was relegated to the sidelines of the young beauty's life. Being present with this fragile and gentle Human gave Eric such rich and fulfilling bonding time with Vil that he wouldn't trade for the world. Even if Eric was kept at arms length, you could get close and comfort the distant and brilliant Harpy who trusted you so deeply.
At least Vil had someone in his life he trusted. That was all Eric could ask for his son.
~•§•~
Your footsteps echoed in the shadowed woods. The ground stuck and pulled at your feet while you attempted to flee. No matter what you did, it felt like you were stuck running in slow motion.
Behind you, loud hoofbeats gained in volume as equine figures approached, their hands reaching out towards you greedily. No matter how you tried to run, they overtook you far too quickly. The hands pulled and ripped at your clothes, trying to grip to the soft flesh that lay beneath the covers.
You squeaked and cried out in fear when the centaur shadows began to kick at each other, fighting for the right to have you to themselves. Each hoof landing with loud thuds that hurt you just to hear. Cracking bones splintered through your mind as the shapes fought viciously and bucked, trying to get the other to stop fighting or die.
More shadowed figures joined the battle, leaving you trapped in the middle and trying to avoid getting hit by the limbs that lashed out. It seemed like a battlefield was forming around you as you tried to duck and escape the crossfire. While you struggled, a sudden stillness overtook the fighting figures. Dark shapes all turned to look upwards in silent horror as you followed their gaze.
Standing higher than the treetops was a pair of glowing green eyes. A low rhythmic growl escaped the shape before there was a sudden flash of bright green fire that escaped the maw of the beast. Glinting white teeth sent chills running through you as those around you screamed and burned in the flames.
Despite the fire that engulfed everything, you remained untouched and sheltered from the heat. But that didn't mean you were sheltered from the beast. That slender head covered in black scales ducked down to snap those large jaws around your midsection and hoist you off of the ground. No matter how you cried and struggled, the beast ignored you and took flight, the forest escaping far beneath you.
~•§•~
Divus frowned as he checked your temperature again, that damned Yeti standing by his side and watching closely. The Selkie was no stranger to ill students and had been both potion teacher and triage for the school for years already. He was skilled in caring for others so it felt rather insulting to have the Ape breathing down his neck while he took care of you.
If anything, the Selkie felt like there was a breach of territory by the Ape being so adamant to be present with him in your room. Though the presence of the Ape was insulting, Divus was determined to take his time and ensure you were comfortable. He halfway considered rousing you, but instead he was busy setting up a liquid drip into your veins.
You hadn't woken up for a few days and none of them wanted to risk you dying of dehydration. It was Divus who had suggested aiding you medically and the ancient Shinigami had agreed with him. Everyone seemed more on edge the longer it took for you to break this fever of yours and it was clear tensions were high.
Eric- who was supposed to leave a day prior- was instead extending the time he planned to spend in the dorm while you were ill. Divus didn't like yet another set of hands trying to take care of you. It had been difficult enough keeping the students away from your door even with Vargas standing guard outside of your room.
Students from every dorm had tried to visit you, even those who were not your guards had made an attempt to see you. It was like everyone was on some kind of pilgrimage to get to your door and leave offerings of fruits, vegetables, soft blankets, pillows, clothing, gold, anything that they could offer. Some Royal Sword Academy students had even made the trip across the island and up the mountain to Night Raven grounds.
News of your illness was impossible to contain and countless countries had been hounding Crowley for updates. All of the prior representatives- minus Rattigan- had reached out to check on your wellbeing. Scientists begged to be allowed to asses your current state and run tests to see if they could be the ones to break your fever. All had been turned away.
If the current behavior of those on and off of school grounds was anything to go off of, the school was likely to be put under scrutiny again. Divus wouldn't let them take you away. Not without a fight.
~•§•~
Slowly your eyes opened and you tried to look around, feeling like your limbs were too stiff to really function. Everything was sore and you felt as if you had been put beneath the wheel of several cars. Your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to wet your lips and move your neck to look around you.
Sparkles danced across your vision as you whined, slowly forcing yourself to be louder in the off chance someone was nearby. Your eyes trailed up the nest to see an odd little device that reminded you faintly of a baby monitor. The sound of your voice was foreign to you and felt scratchy in your throat as you whined again, louder this time.
"... H- Hello..?"
The moment you spoke, the door flew open. Standing there was Vargas, his eyes wild as the ensured you were alright. His horns stopped him from walking straight into the room and you almost giggled when he seemed to be struggling to understand his own horns were keeping him back. More footsteps approached as the man finally tilted his head and entered the room, several more coming in behind him.
You recognized the faces of those who entered the room. From the professors, to the staff, to Vil's father Eric, to Papa Hades. All of them looked worried and seemed more than relieved to see you were awake despite how disoriented you were.
Divus was first to sit on the nest next to you, resting his hand on your forehead and sighing in relief. From what he could feel, your temperature had finally gone down from that worrying fever and felt normal to the touch. You leaned into his hand and the Selkie smiled at you, adoring the gentle way you responded to him.
You had enough stress from those around you, he was going to do everything in his power to keep your stress down.
"Headmage Crowley," Divus said, not looking up from you or your confused expression, "I would like to formally adopt (Y/n)."
"What? No. She is-"
"Without a family. Without any documentation beyond this school. She is alone and I don't want her to stay that way. I would like to formally declare her as my daughter."
"... Then I hope you are willing to fight for that role. Trein, Lord Hades, Vargas, Sam, and Clay have already requested the same... Unless we all agree to take on that role and share to equally, all of us will be fighting over who gets to be her father officially. Even I endeavor to do the same."
You almost frowned, but felt too tired and drained to argue with the beasts. Even if they were trying to choose something for you again, you couldn't really argue with Divus' logic. Part of you had even wondered if accepting one of the many professors and other older beings as family would be able to protect you from those that romantically seemed to pursue you.
Perhaps claiming one of them as your parent was actually a good idea. For the time being, you tried to focus on sitting up to talk with them. This most recent illness telling you what you already knew; you needed to try and avoid the constant stress that surrounded you, and you would need their help to do so.
Hopefully the students that took interest in you didn't view it as a threat to them as well.
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 44
(Grim is considered to officially be the Human's child and is granted the same protections by the various countries as the Human would be. As he is a Hellcat, he has a special place in the hearts of the Shrouds who all adore the kit and feel at peace when spending time with him. Hellcats typically grow up with the Shinigami that takes them in and they form lifelong bonds with those Shinigami. They believe- due to how young Grim is- that he is imprinted on the Human as his parent, but could still bond with a Shinigami. Idia desperately wants to be that Shinigami.)
Warnings: yandere, multiple yandere, monster au, stressful feelings, poor health, sickness, mention of menstrual cycle, anxious yandere being next to useless, mention of menstrual cycle, Harpies, Shinigami, yeti, Hellcat, mention of others as a whole
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Waking up slowly in a nest not made by your own hands and surrounded by beasts that craved you like a drug addict craved their next high was an increasingly familiar and disquieting feeling. Grim was a lifeline in your heart and the stress you carried for his well-being was as heavy as lead shoes. Everything felt exhausting and as if the world weighed far too heavy on your shoulders.
If anything, it felt like you were about to be sick.
Removing yourself quickly from the tangled mess that was your nestmates was not as difficult as getting past those quickly rousing nestmates to your bathroom. There wasn't even enough time to close the door before you were hunched, entire body heaving and expelling everything inside of your stomach. Unfortunately, as it had been a while since you last ate, it was mostly just stomach acid.
Your entire body ached and felt as if your skeleton were far too heavy, to the point that your muscles just couldn't attach to it properly. Even as you shook and whimpered from the rolling force in your stomach, you stayed hunched over your toilet, trying to not continue heaving and gagging. From where you crouched, you heard constant voices overlapping as a low hum seemed to fill your ears enough that you cried out in agony from all of the sounds.
Your cry was followed by a heavy and deathly silence in the room beyond. The silence was better than the cacophony of sound that had been prior, your head continuing to throb and dully ache. If there were any footsteps beyond your little bubble, you didn't hear them. Instead, you slowly rocked yourself back and forth with a soft whining sound as you tried to self soothe.
As you rocked your body slowly you realized the silence was lasting longer than it usually would. Slowly, a cold hand rest on your back. It was far larger than the hands of Lilia or Malleus, so you had to guess it was likely one of the Shinigami given how cold the figure was.
"Little One, try to breathe for me."
Papa Hades.
Of course. Only Lilia had dealt with Humans before and that was limited given their scarcity, so they called for the one who was more equipped to deal with such things. Lucky for you, the elder Shinigami was in the dorm and had been for at least a week.
Despite things calming down around you for a few days following everything that happened with Vil, you had been feeling worse and worse. Part of you understood you were unwell and physically ill, the other part of you was busy silently cursing everyone for the sheer stress you had been experiencing for more than a month at that point. In fact, the week you were going into was supposed to be the beginning of your cycle again, so you would need those reusable pads sooner rather than later.
You felt something cold touch your forehead and leaned into it, loving the icy cold touch when you felt so exhaustively warm. It was nice enough you even tried to follow the hand as its owner moved away somewhat. Seeing your instance for the cool and cold feeling, Papa Hades left his large hand across your forehead.
"May I move you to your nest, or would you like to brush your teeth first?"
"... Brush."
"Alright. Let's get you up. Steady now."
The large Shinigami moved his hands under your arms before he gently lifted you to your feet. You felt shaky, but the steady hands of the elder kept you upright as you laboriously lifted your arm to brush your teeth and remove that awful taste in your mouth.
"Come, let's get you back to resting."
"My classes..."
"You don't need classes right now. I feel you need rest. Actual rest. Not taking classes, cooking, dealing with Overblots, weapons training, and parenting. Rest. Now, may I help you back into your nest or can you walk?"
"... Help..."
"Happily."
Getting back into the nest was easy when you were cradled like a child on the broad shoulder of the elder. It was as if you weighed nothing to the ancient man that looked no older than forty, cuddled up to the chilly body of the man who actually gave a damn about how you felt. He was gentle setting you down into the bed and pulling the covers up around your shoulders, resting his hand against your forehead one more time. This time, the cold lasted and you felt the ache in your head slowly subside, numbed and cooled by the frosty touch.
"There. Now, I am going to go get you something to drink that will be gentle on your stomach. You will be resting here and I will be making sure you stay resting. Alright?"
"Not going anywhere anyway..."
This relaxed the Shinigami as he turned to the wide-eyed group of students staring at him in absolute confusion. They needed guidance, and he was going to guide them right out of the room so you could rest. It didn't take more than a look from the elder to compel the worried males all out of the room, one large hand scooping up the worried Hellcat kit as he went.
The moment the door closed, you slowly closed your eyes and let sleep overtake you.
~•§•~
The moment the door closed, the questions began in rapid fire. Six males trailing after their elder and all of them talking over one another in concern.
"Lord Hades, what's going on?"
"She's unwell. I have no doubt it is a result of stress. She has been through quite a lot in a very short amount of time. Humans may handle it better than we can, but even they have limits."
"Is she going to die?"
"I will do everything I can to prevent that."
"That wasn't a 'no'!"
"Humans can die of a lot of things. Truly, I'm astounded she hasn't fallen ill before now with all of the exposure she has had to illnesses her immune system is not resistant to. I don't think she will die from this, but if she keeps being put under such endless stress, she will break."
"How do we help her?"
The Shinigami stopped, turning around to face the group that continued to prod for information. He couldn't blame them for being stressed, he was extremely stressed by the situation but was trying not to show it. Still, that didn't mean they were helping any.
"Help her by leaving her alone for now. She needs sleep. She needs time for her immune system to work. She needs privacy. She needs fluids. Gentle company is good and the mental stimulation will help, overwhelming her while she is trying to sleep will make her health degrade faster. Let her rest for now."
The group continued to follow the Shinigami down the stairs, not unlike a group of ducklings trailing after their parent. Sitting with confused looks at the set table were the other Shinigami, the five Heartslabyul guards for the week, the Yeti Clay, and Vil's father Eric. Idia was first to notice something was wrong and he was quick to stand.
"What?"
"Illness. Fluids."
"Got it."
The awkward Shinigami may be shy and hide around others, but he was no stranger to recognizing stress in his own ancestor. They all saw that crease of worry in his brow and they all knew only the Human could cause such concern. That meant they should all be concerned.
"Is mama going to be okay?"
"She will be. We just have to make sure she rests."
"Okay... You better make my mama feel better, got it, Sad-Guy?"
The ancient man laughed, a short barking sound of a chuckle as he nodded.
"Yes, sir."
This seemed to placate the kit who smiled in return as the elder set him down on the counter top. It seemed little Grim was taking after his mother in many regards, especially in her quick readiness to fight for others. Idia was quick to get an armful of drinks and presented them to the elder to sort through and decide which would be best for the Human they all adored.
"Tell me how to help."
The Yeti stated, walking over with his arms crossed and worry in his eyes. He wasn't alone either.
In the few days Eric had been staying in the run down dorm, he had come to several conclusions. His first conclusion was that the Human Vil adored so much was a wonderful and kind-hearted creature that deserved all the kindness he could muster. From her unusual and lasting patience to her willingness to care for everyone including himself. That kind of inherent kindness and affection even among strong personalities like Vil told Eric what a genuine soul the Human truly was.
Secondly, Eric saw how desperate Vil was to be around this Human however possible. From choosing to share his resting place- something Vil had been exceedingly high maintenance about- to the gentle way he attempted to preen the soft Human. All of it showed just how deeply the beautiful actor had fallen for this widely loved Human.
Finally, that Human needed a parental figure. Many of the professors- from Clay to Divus- had shown themselves to be good guardians but none were actually like a parent figure. Eric felt he could be that figure for the soft Human if he were just given the chance to try.
Now he was ready to aid the decorated Yeti in nursing that soft Human back to health. He had done it before for Vil, he could do it again for the Human. Truthfully, he had been apprehensive of this seemingly pointless Human, but now he felt compelled to care about her and take care of her however possible.
"You both can help by making sure she drinks liquid and stays hydrated. She was quite weak and unable to move easily so I do believe that she may need help in getting around her room. For now, she is sleeping. I will work on adding sugars and other vitamins into her drinks so she does not starve while she is ill. Can I rely on the two of you to follow my example and even teach the other staff to care for her in this state? Young Crowley will need to be informed of this as well."
"Of course, Lord Hades."
Clay and Hades were both leagues above Eric in terms of magic and physical skill. Where Eric never used stunt doubles and he was a skilled actor, he was still acutely aware of the fact that the two were far more adept in almost every regard. He scarcely even believed that he would encounter the two- one a famed hunter and the other being the equivalent of a God- and be considered on the same level as them.
"Very well. I shall be relying on the both of you."
~•§•~
You woke slowly to the feeling of a cool hand upon your heated forehead. Despite how your head felt like it was swimming in a fog and like the room was spinning around you, the gentle cold was a very welcome change. Slowly leaning into the touch, you turned on your side to cuddle into the Shinigami's arm.
"Can you sit up for me, Little One?"
"... No..."
"May I help you sit up? You need to drink something. I will be working on figuring out what you have fallen ill with to synthesize something that should help your immune system fight off this illness."
"... Okay..."
The larger arm slid underneath your back, slowly and gently lifting you into a sitting position. You were vaguely able to register the appearance of Clay and Eric standing nearby as an icy cold bottle was held up to your lips. Each slow and unhurried gulp of that water was crisp and almost had you shaking from the sudden change in temperature. From your stomach, the cold seemed to spread through your body so you were not as painfully overheated while you leaned heavily into the elder.
"I'll leave the rest right here in the nest, so you can drink more when you need it. Tell me, Little One, would it be alright if Young Clay and Young Eric aided me while we care for you?"
"... Sure."
You didn't really care what you were agreeing to as you leaned back into the hold of the Shinigami, eyes sliding shut. Though your stomach continued to roll in discomfort, the gentle embrace of the elder against your back had you cuddling into him. Something about the way he always asked your permission was soothing and a true comfort to you. None of the others had bothered to ask you permission or cared much what you wanted in a situation, so the caring nature of the elder was a welcome change.
"... Papa Hades?"
"Yes, Little One?"
"... Will you stay here until I fall asleep?"
"Whatever you need, Little One."
Leaning back into the Shinigami was a peaceful and comforting feeling as you began to drift off again. The room was nice and quiet and you felt more at peace than you had in a while. It seemed the elder was correct; you did not need more stressors and anxiety, what you needed was actual rest. Time spent away from the herd of guards that constantly required you to play mediator and emotional regulator.
Luckily for you, Papa Hades was just the being to bring you that comfort and peace.
As you faded away from consciousness, the three older males felt a kind of endearment for how trusting you were towards them. Your gentle behavior was sweet and set their hearts at ease despite how the three felt stress for you.
Papa Hades felt he was to blame for your sudden illness, or at least he played a part in it. Perhaps he was too hasty to tell you of your addictive nature and by doing so he had pushed your stress to the point of illness.
Clay had been present for such a short amount of time in your life, but he had seen the way you pushed yourself to help those around you. He was aware of your addictive nature thanks to the elder Shinigami and he had been trying to remain a steady comfort in your life. Maybe he didn't intervene enough when he noticed the many young males flocking to you for attention.
Eric barely knew you, yet felt a deep sense of gratitude towards you. That first day he had practically demanded to stay in your dorm- so he could keep an eye on his beloved son- had opened his eyes to how much the others and Vil valued you. Vil had even gone into detail as to what you had done to save his boy's life and he felt that debt needed to be repaid in kind.
The three males watched as your head lulled to one side, the elder helping you settle fully into the nest and cuddle deep under the many blankets around you. Despite your unwellness, they were willing to do what it took to see you healthy again even if they fell ill as a result. Each mentally resolved to do all they could to help you regain your footing but it was going to be an exhaustive week of keeping your admirers at bay.
With care, affection, and a bit of luck, you would recover in full. That was all they could ask.
——————————————————————————Tophyuu was with Appa waiting for the others to come back decided to do a little bit of training and started to use their bending ability to bend some rocks around having their own fun then they heard Appa roaring at them like a warning then they heard a carriage coming right towards them before they could Dodge it was too late——————————————————————————
Tophyuu was about to run the ones with Crowley but after he explained everything to them and they knew he wasn't lying decided to trust them for now
At first nobody knew that they were blind they're going to say nothing because they saw them walking normally well beside wearing shoes
Tophyuu manage to stop grim with one little sweep on the ground they manage to lock their feet and arms in place
A lot of the staff after figuring out that they were blind they were concerned that living in the ramshackle was not a good idea for a blind person but they still manage but usually the ghosts have to look after them and be there alarm clocks
Ace and deuce was a little bit worried about them walking around school because they were blind even though they know that they were very strong and take care of themselves but they still sometimes grow worried
They weared a normal school uniform outfit besides from not having any shoes because their feet need to be touching the ground to able to see
Tophyuu immediately knew people were lying because they can feel their heartbeat so they mainly knew that some of these these students are not okay
Sometimes they would do blind jokes even if it's in a serious situation sometimes
During an overblots fights tophyuu managed to hold them down and blocking their attacks but sometimes need injure them a little bit bad
Some of the students were interested to know more about bending and the different kinds of it and sometimes give demonstrations even though they can't do it but they still want to know a little bit more
Vil did not appreciate their attitude and sometimes rudeness even though they can act polite and will mannered they just didn't want to which sometimes gets them a scolding from vil which they didn't listen
Sometimes when they have to wear shoes they would have to be with somebody to make sure they didn't hurt themselves
Rook was impressed and even complimented their skills and also impressed despite the mean blind they still function pretty well who says you need eyes to see
Tophyuu have fun in savanaclaw not only they can do training but also mop the floor with the students that underestimate them
Malleus was interested in tophyuu not only they were not afraid of him at all but even kind of wanted to find him a little but despite that they became pretty good friends
They would have to go to on to specials class trein or crewel would have to give them assignments that they can do
Ruggie and epel became the most closest to tophyuu ruggie and tophyuu going to the cafeteria at night to sneak in some snacks and even helping him do a little bit of scamming by using their Earth bending
Epel and tophyuu became almost like siblings causing a little bit of mischief behind vils back but sometimes either he finds out or usually if rook was a snitch
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 43
(Floyd rocking his Knight of Roses outfit. As a merfolk, Floyd is less accustomed to clothing and heavy armors, given such things mean death in the ocean. He is actually quite happy with the armor and the fit, adding it to his ever growing collection of land-dweller clothing.)
It was a calm and quiet day after the storm had passed by. It was odd to see the world from up high as you had been placed on the palm of the elder Shinigami. You knew he had a larger form, but you were unaccustomed to just how large he truly was given his usual appearance. Even in his small form, he towered over you more than Idia did.
Now he was large enough to hold you in one hand, relaxing back on his summoned throne. His silencing magic once again swirled around the two of you, this time only blocking sound. You could see outside of the tangible magic and it was quite the view given everything you could see from on high.
"I wanted a moment to speak with you, Little one. It is... A long time overdue."
"What's wrong?"
"(Y/n), I'm certain you've noticed how... Interested everyone is with you. From your teachers to your classmates, even to those you've met only moments prior."
You went quiet at this, trying to find a way to tactfully imply you are aware of the situation without exposing the spirits that aided you. Of course the old Shinigami would be acutely aware of the aura that Humans seemed to have. He was the Lord of the dead, he would know the passed Humans well and likely knew of their aura.
Still, you couldn't give too much of what you knew away or he would question you. He was a curious soul.
"It feels like everyone can't help themselves but try to be around me. Where they want to be by my side almost aggressively and they are willing to fight one another to achieve that."
"There is a reason that so many seek you out so keenly. It is no fault of your own, and I don't intend to blame you for it, you are addictive to those with magic."
"... Addictive how?"
Though you knew the basics of how you were addictive, you needed to know in what ways and how bad the addiction got. If he was willing to share that information with you, you were willing to listen. It was now a game of information and you were keen to win without giving away your own knowledge.
"In every way. Your scent, your voice, your touch, the sight of you, even tastes of your skin or blood are addictive. Everything about you enchants and entices the species around you. Even I am not free from addiction. All Humans had such addictive qualities I have observed throughout the years."
"... How bad did the addictions get?"
"Bad enough to encourage others to consume and hoard Humans."
You took in his words, wondering how far that addictive reach was. If looking at you was addictive, then did that have any influence on those who saw your image on Magicam? How did this impact Lilia who has consumed your blood? Would he try to eat you later due to the tastes you have let him have of your blood?
"Do pictures and recordings have the same effect?"
"No. For the addiction to grow and fester, it has to be a direct observation made. Images have no addictive qualities, but that does not stop others from taking interest in you simply because you are Human."
You thought about this for a moment and faintly worried that you were being too calm for having been given this information. If you were going to be convincing in acting like you just learned this information, you would have to own the part. If you could help it, you were going to try to keep the Human spirits a secret even from Papa Hades.
"So... I'm why they're acting this way?"
"No. Not at all. You can't control being Human or the addiction others form to you. I don't tell you this to hurt you, I am telling you this because I want you to be able to keep yourself safe. Even after just meeting others, your addictive nature takes hold. But know this; it is not your fault you fell into this world and it is not your fault others can't help but crave you. Some may take the craving and perceive it as love, others may take this craving as hatred, so be cautious who you invite into your inner circle. Even that Harpy woman was interested solely in you, though she lied due to her affiliation with young Vil."
You looked away for a moment, feeling badly for leading the Shinigami on with your questions, but your loyalty to the Human spirits was strong. Still, it was endearing to have the Shinigami insist so strongly that you were not at fault. Had it actually been your first time learning about the addiction others had to you, it would have been soothing to hear the words of the elder being.
"I... Thank you, for telling me. I won't lie, I suspected there was something more at play. There's no way everyone I have met just happens to enjoy my personality. Is there any way to stop or lessen the addiction?"
"No. Not one I have found."
"Do you know what causes this addiction?"
"I don't know for certain, but I do have theories about a few things."
"Does my blot absorption have something to do with my addictive qualities?"
"I believe so. I believe the addiction you cause is a result of your blot abilities. That you calm the blot and the instincts of others by your presence alone. By doing so, they relax and let their guards down, no longer needed to self regulate to keep emotions in check. When you leave them, they are unable to return to that self regulation and begin to panic until you are back with them. Young Malleus Draconia is deep in his addiction to you. I have also heard Young Lilia is showing concerning signs of a dangerous addiction to your blood."
You remained in silence for a moment, observing the older Shinigami sitting before you. Though he literally held you in the palm of his hand, he didn't seem to lord that difference in size or strength over you. Out of everyone you had met, Papa Hades had been the most forthcoming and respectful of you.
"... Would you be honest if I asked you something?"
"Of course, Little One. Whatever you need."
"Even if I found a way home, or suddenly disappeared one day, all of those here would spend the rest of their lives trying to find me. Right?"
"... I believe so."
"No matter where I go, or what I do, they will try to follow because of the addiction?"
"Yes."
"Keeping them all at a distance won't stop their addiction to me?"
"No."
"Will they get increasingly impatient the longer I hesitate to choose one of them?"
"Yes. They may even become violent in their frustrations."
You went silent at this, eyes downcast as you considered what he was saying. If the spirits didn't find you a way home soon, you would have no choice but to choose one or more of the beasts as 'boyfriends' if only to placate them. Maybe choosing a handful of your strongest guards would be enough to keep the others in line, or it would make them worse.
You already saw how Vil reacted to not being selected as a guard, let alone a significant other. If the others followed his actions, there was a certainty you would be drowning in a group of Ferals that once protected you. If you didn't chose any of them the same result would take place.
"Would it preserve my life to choose all of them?"
"What?"
"It would take time, and more energy than I could possibly muster, but it seems like the only thing I can do to keep them all calm. If I choose only a few, the rest will turn Feral. If I choose only one, the rest will kill him for the favoritism. I don't want any of them, really. I want to go home, away from a place I am hunted, and attacked, and kidnapped, and hurt... But I can't. I can't just not choose either. No matter what decision I make, it is the wrong one."
A genuine look of pity overtook the expression of the elder Shinigami. He was worried something like this would happen and he was stressed about how it may affect your mental health. You didn't ask for this and he knows that. It was tough to try and stay positive in a world that seemed to constantly be pitted against you.
No matter who he personally believed you should choose, it was not his place to tell you such things. It was only his place to offer you an ear to listen and input when asked. Perhaps a bit of advice could aid you from his long and storied life, if you wished to listen to the elder's ramblings.
"Who would you choose, if you were me?"
"..."
~•§•~
Vil stood by the window, anxiously waiting for the soft Human he adored to return to his side. That suffocating feeling was back and it only hurt his chest to realize how close his awful mother had gotten to you. On top of his worries, no one would tell him what happened to the woman that attacked you.
Rook had been unusually quiet, refusing to allow the Harpy to look too closely at the Dragon that occasionally plucked lovely purple feathers from his maw. As frowned upon as it was for any of them to gravely wound another sentient being- let alone do as Malleus had done- they all had agreed it was for the good of Vil and the Human. None of them could have stopped the furious Dragon even if they wanted to.
Intentionally injuring you was a crime and they all felt it needed to be paid in blood. Even the more peaceful Unicorn and Alicorn felt the punishment fit the crime. None of them would tell Vil what happened and none of them would tell their beloved Human. That was not something that needed to be shared outside of the group.
It was during this moment of silence that the Headmage of their school arrived, either to explain himself or make excuses. The only way that Harpy woman could have had access to the dorm was if she was allowed in. Odds are, that meant the Headmage had decided to allow her entry and had likely been lied to as to the true intentions of the woman.
The only thing that confused the others was that Crowley didn't show up alone.
Following the Crow with his feathers ruffled and his mature face set in a frown was a man very familiar to Vil. He looked like he flew the entire way to the school given how disgruntled and ruffled he was from the ordeal.
"Vil!"
The older Harpy rushed to the side of the blond beauty who happily accepted the winged embrace of his father. A deep cooing came from both of the peacock Harpies as the elder ensured to keep his young protectively wrapped in his embrace. Eric Venue was furious his son was ever subjected to that awful woman for any amount of time, knowing how frightened and unsettled the young adult had to have been.
Eric had been soothing Vil's night terrors ever since Calliope attacked him. Night after night, he held his sobbing son who screamed in terror and tried to flee anything or anyone with feathers. The boy had even been frightened of his own feathers for a while. Over the years, acting helped Vil cover his weakness and pain, but it had never truly gone away.
For those that had no idea who this man was or his relation to Vil, they were confused and tense when the male entered the room so aggressively. One Harpy had already tricked them, they would not allow this Harpy to do the same.
"My boy..! My poor boy!"
The elder Harpy was cooing softly now, smoothing down his son's feathers in a repetitive and caring way. Vil was just thrilled to have his father by his side. His father had always been a busy man who was always doing something, so the fact that he had abandoned whatever movie- be it one he is producing, acting in, or writing for- to come see him meant the world to the younger Harpy man.
As welcome as the hold of his father was to the distressed Harpy, it didn't stop that feeling of suffocation.
"What happened-?"
The back door to the dorm opened, allowing the soft Human and the ducking Shinigami entry into the home. Despite the unrest with his own situation, Vil was eager to return to the side of the soft Human he adored. Eric easily let his son go to the Human's side, trying to figure out who this soft and featherless biped was.
Similarly, you were surprised to see yet another familiar Harpy standing before you. He looked older than he had when you saw him in that vision, the lines around his mouth and eyes lending themselves to the wizened appearance on the Harpy's face. His blond hair was a bit darker than Vil's and his colors were less vibrant than the younger Harpy, but he was also quite clearly a peacock Harpy.
"(Y/n), this is my father, Eric Venue. Dad, this is (Y/n), she's... the one I've been telling you about."
This seemed to relax the older Harpy, his almost glaring expression softening and turning gentle. Vil had spent hours telling his father about the lovely Human of Night Raven College. Eric was well aware of how much Vil adored the soft female and he held out hope that his son would be the one the Human chose in the end.
After everything he had seen Vil go through, Eric felt Vil deserved the most comfort and love from the Human. He was biased, but his son meant the world to him and always would.
"Pleasure to meet you, but no one has explained anything to me other than Calliope was here. What happened? Why are Vil's feathers dyed?"
It was then that you intervened, seeing how Vil flinched at the mere naming of his mother. You didn't know what happened to the Harpy woman after Malleus' rage, you just hoped she was far away from both you and Vil. On top of that, you knew you couldn't lie to Eric as he obviously knew Vil was different visually.
"I'll start from last night. Vil... was not in his proper state of mind and decided to create a very dangerous potion. This potion..." you glanced at Vil in concern, not wanting to upset the Harpy, "was a blot potion. It attacked Vil and tried to consume him. I- and a few others- were able to intervene before it turned him Feral, but he did not leave unscathed by it. Given Papa Hades is here to study blot and my supposed influence on blot, Vil has been added to the group of subjects to see if we can't help him heal."
Eric seemed less angry and more devastated that Vil had not only made a blot potion, but had been the one to suffer from it. Still, the older Harpy refused to comment, as he knew that was not all there was to the story, given you hadn't even mentioned his ex-wife yet.
"Because I can apparently lessen the impact of blot on others, Vil is staying here in this dorm for the time being so he doesn't have greater lasting effects. That leads to this morning. I don't know what lies she told everyone, but she was here when Vil and I woke up. She started off the interaction insulting Vil and taunting him, saying cruel and unneeded things. I... am aware of what she did to Vil when he was a child. I refused to let her talk to him that way or hurt him again, instead she attacked me. I don't know what happened after that... You'd have to ask Tsuno that question."
You nodded your head to the Dragon, neither you nor Eric missing the sight of the Dragon plucking another scrap of a pretty purple feather from his teeth. Seeing that made you shudder, having a vague idea of what the Dragon did to the woman but not wanting to question it. Truthfully, you had been under the impression that eating another sentient being was a crime against nature in the eyes of the monster men, but none seemed too bothered by Malleus' perceived actions. Perhaps he had merely chased her off?
You refused to ask, not wanting the answer and not wanting to upset the already mentally fragile Vil.
Eric was glad either way. Either the Dragon- a truly terrifying apex predator- did as all predators do and removed the threat with deadly force, or he had taken more than a few feathers off of the cruel woman's hide as payment for the violence and let her flee. The older Harpy hoped it was the former of the two options.
There was no love lost in Eric's heart for the woman that had tried to kill his son when he was barely old enough to remember. He would not mourn the woman who destroyed his chick's confidence and pride for the rest of his life.
"Now, you know about as much as I do."
Eric regarded you curiously, seeing the staining of darkness on your skin. He knew of the highly illegal blot potion Vil had crafted, and he would scold his son later for such foolishness. The staining on your person told him you had been a direct instrument in saving his son, and for that he was grateful. Now he needed to puff out his chest and get to the heart of the matter and the one who carelessly allowed that wretched woman back into his son's life.
Turning with unusual speed, his wings raised up in anger, the famed Harpy hissed at the Fae Crow that had allowed such actions to take place. Crowley seemed to be expecting this, as he didn't even attempt to return the challenge to the male that hissed at him. Crowley didn't often screw up to such a degree, but even he had to admit that trusting the lies of the Harpy woman had been a very poor choice.
"You let that woman get close to my son! MY SON! I had even made it more than clear she was to be allowed nowhere near him the moment he began attending this school! Give me one good reason I shouldn't pull him from classes and make you answer for your folly!"
"... Because, if he is no longer a Night Raven student, he can no longer be around (Y/n) or be part of this study on blot. His best chance for healing is here."
"You are careless and foolish to ever trust her near Vil!"
"You are right. I carelessly let her in believing her words of reconciliation and desire to be a parent. I will take full responsibility for my mistake, as you see fit."
The oddly calm way the Crow approached the situation greatly reduced the rage of the other Harpy, soothing it to a low simmer of annoyance. It was no solution, but it was a step towards reconciliation.
"Fine. I will remain here for the week, to ensure she is truly gone. If you are as remorseful as you say and this study is as harmless as you claim, you should have no issue with my presence."
"Wait- but don't you have a movie you are working on, Dad?"
"Doesn't matter."
"But-"
"Vil, I couldn't care less if the movie goes under because I stepped away. It wasn't going to be worth much if a small timeline disruption sinks it. You are my son, my boy, and I will not let any paltry movie take priority over your wellbeing. I simply refuse to do that. If this place is as safe as they claim, I will be here to ensure it. You are my priority. You always will be."
The words of his father soothed Vil considerably and you could almost feel the tension of the room release. It seemed another guest would be staying in your dorm, life returning to the worn down building in the form of visiting company. As long as you could keep the peace- and heed the elder Shinigami's advice- you may just survive the hostile world of monsters.
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 42
(Sam is a Shadow Person and as a Shadow Person, he cannot handle UV rays of high intensity- such as sunlight and moonlight- where even the UV from a flame can bother him horribly. He is almost always enshrouded by shadows which he can create with his magic. The level of how enshrouded he is, is determined by the level of UV rays. He HATES when it storms due to the cloud cover trapping UV rays more so than cloudless weather. Whenever Malleus throws a fit, Sam is mostly trapped inside as even his shadows can only handle so much.)
Warnings: platonic and non-platonic yandere, multiple yandere, semi fluff at the start, past issues, drama, attempt at being kind backfires on platonic yandere, entitled parent, hateful parent, Human gets no rest despite trying, hurt/comfort, Harpies, Shinigami, Dragon, Hellcat, Drider
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You woke to the feeling of warmth around you, wondering why it was so warm when Malleus was typically quite cool in comparison of body heat. Looking over your shoulder you realized the wing laying over you was feathered and not scaled or furred. The colors of the wings and the black striping along the flight feathers let you know that it was Vil holding you, still in a deep sleep as he looked more at peace than you had ever seen him.
Looking around, you saw that it must have been daylight for a while. Only you and Vil occupied the nest at the moment, not even little Grim or faithful Rook was present in the large bed. Perhaps you both had been left to sleep after the events of the night prior and only now were waking.
The peaceful room gave you a moment to roll over and look at Vil closely. His face was clean of the usual makeup and he was resting peacefully instead of pridefully flaunting. Even without makeup, Vil's face was clear of all blemishes and had several markings around his eyes that reminded you of a peacock. His hair was loose and his face was somewhat squished into the pillow below his head, almost giving him a gentle and innocent look.
Despite his many similarities to the birds his species evolved from, it would be a lie to say he was not a lovely creature to look at. Truthfully, he was beautiful.
As you continued to look at the lovely Harpy, he slowly began to rouse. His eyes seemed distant as if he were still somewhere between sleep and consciousness when he realized you were laying in his arms. This seemed to catch his interest as one of those lovely purple eyes focused on you, almost looking pink in the light of day.
"Good morning, (Y/n)..."
The Harpy murmured in a half asleep state, smiling as he gazed affectionately at you and pulling you close. Along with not being fully awake, Vil seemed to be in a trance-like state. A soft cooing escaping the lovely Harpy who nuzzled your forehead with a gentle touch.
"Good morning, Vil. We should probably be getting up soon."
He somewhat frowned at this and his gaze trailed over to fix on the window. After a moment of staring out he nodded and seemed to agree with your statement rather quickly.
"Alright. First, I have a question though. My memories of... of last night are hazy, but I do believe I remember feeling someone's lips against my own when that wretched potion was trying to consume me. Did that happen, or was I delusional from a severe lack of air?"
You hesitated, feeling like Vil deserved the truth but not knowing how he would actually take it if you told him flat out. If anything, you had been hoping he was too unaware to notice or really realize what you had done to save him. Again you scolded yourself for not finding another way but knowing it was likely still the best choice given how well Vil was recovering.
"That potion was trying to consume you, but it seemed drawn to me in a way. The only way I could think of to save you as quickly as possible was to allow it quick access to my own body. You can probably tell what I chose..."
Your hand absently came up to your lips, likely still stained by the blot potion just like your fingertips. Vil could feel his heart practically skipping a few beats as he stared at you in adoration. Though he had long given up on childish fantasy and tales of reviving others with a kiss, there was something almost poetic about how you had saved him. To be so willing to throw yourself to the mercy of the merciless and seal your own fate with a kiss of life in exchange for his own meant the world to the Harpy.
"Thank you, (Y/n)."
The Harpy's smile was warm and genuine, just like the warmth his body let off as you lay in his arms. He must have moved to cuddle you as you both slept and now he was laying with you under his wing and close to his chest. There was something incredibly comforting about laying in the arms of the Harpy that relaxed your heart just enough to let your guard down with him somewhat.
"Well, keep the memory to yourself for now, Vil. We both know how a certain someone would react even if the circumstances called for such actions."
Vil laughed at this, a soft and still somewhat sad tinge to his voice. Though it was a true sound of amusement from him, it was clear he was still grappling with whatever the blot potion had brought to the forefront of his mind. Part of you wanted to ask if he remembered anything or if any memories had come up, but you didn't want to upset the Harpy when he had finally calmed himself down somewhat.
"You truly don't belong here, do you?"
"What?"
"You are kind, (Y/n). Most of us would have abandoned anyone in the same position as me... I would have. You actually chose to help me when very few would have done the same. Though I could never bear the thought, you would fit in more at Royal Sword Academy."
"I don't want to go to Royal Sword Academy. I want to stay here. So don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, Vil."
This soothed the Harpy more than he cared to admit, happy to know that you were keen to stay. He was being honest though, he would have hesitated to do the same as you and actually choose to sacrifice himself for someone else. You were perhaps the only one he could confidently say he would choose to do that for. Maybe Rook, but absolutely for you.
"Let's get up. Who knows what type of testing Papa Hades wants to do today. Hopefully there is nothing too intense. I just really want to rest."
Vil allowed you to get up and prepare yourself for the day. Despite how desperately the Harpy wanted to be around you and hold you, he was trying his hardest to not push you away or make you uncomfortable. He was given a glorious gift that he would not trade anything for. The Harpy had been allowed to sleep in your nest with you and even got to cuddle you in that same nest.
Though the price for such an honor had been steeper than he could have ever anticipated, Vil was thrilled to have even a moment of holding you. When you left his side he felt like a crushing weight was squeezing the life out of him, and it only went away when you returned to his side and he could breathe again.
That isolation felt so much like when he was drowning and choking on the potion he created. His heart raced, his body shook with adrenaline, and his throat felt like it was closing up. Those feelings went away with you by his side and your affectionate smile directed at him, warming him inside and out. The screaming of his own mind and instincts quieted so drastically with your simple presence.
"Come on, Vil."
The Harpy was quick to scramble to get up, using his own magic to speed through his usual morning routine. He was almost sad to notice he didn't have his usual skincare products present, but he could always get them from his room when he next got the chance. Hopefully Pomefiore would be able to handle being without their Housewarden for the time it took the research to be completed. If needed, he could always go back and send Rook between the two dorms to keep the peace.
As you emerged from your room with the Harpy, an unknown voice met your ears. They sounded feminine and it piqued your interest enough to explore where the sound was coming from. Vil followed you closely as you reached the main lounge area of the dorm, feeling confusion and vague recognition wash over you.
Sitting with their legs crossed neatly and their wings tucked behind them was an effeminate Harpy. They wore a simple off the shoulder dress with long sleeves that covered up their hands. The Harpy was visibly mature and though they had a few lines that wore their face, they were fairly lovely with darker than expected colors.
Something about their coloration reminded you of male Violet Sabrewing Hummingbirds as the others and the Harpy seemed to take notice of your added presence.
As they turned to look at you, you felt Vil stiffen behind you, holding your shoulder with an almost vise grip. A quick glance at his face showed pure fear in the typically calm and proud Harpy's eyes, his silent terror speaking volumes to you.
Looking at the Harpy in front of you now registered to your brain why they looked so oddly familiar. Though the coloration was typically seen on males, the one in front of you was decidedly a female Harpy and you knew that for a fact. She had aged considerably since you last saw her screeching at her own son and attacking him viciously, but you knew this Harpy all too well.
"Ah, there you are, Villy. Took you long enough to come downstairs. I see you match your father more than ever in looks and laziness, but your purple will always be mine. Perhaps one of your best qualities, so of course it came from me, Dear. A good thing you grew into it too, you always were an ugly chick."
She approached the two of you as if trying to seem motherly even with her vinegar tainted words and you felt your entire body tense with anger. The last time you saw this woman she was screeching at a literal child and trying to kill him because she blamed him for something. Though her full reasoning was lost to you, the look of genuine horror in Vil's eyes as he shook behind you was not. His face was more stoic due to years of acting, but to you he looked like the same sobbing and frightened child that had clung to you for comfort while his parents fought in the adjacent room.
The Harpy Housewarden's body flinched and recoiled with her harsh words dripping in a honey sweet tone, seeming like he wanted to flee. Years of hearing the most hateful words that scarred his heart echoing in his head all screamed back at him as the female Harpy approached. He was stuck between wanting to escape the Harpy woman and seeking comfort from you as that suffocating sensation returned.
After what you've seen, you'd be damned before you let this awful woman anywhere near Vil.
"Get out."
Your voice was cold and steely, a sharp edge to your tone highlighting your anger and actually seeming to catch everyone off guard. None of them knew Vil's painful history, not even Rook had managed to coax the tale from the Harpy so none of them knew why you were so suddenly unhappy. The others had been under the impression that this was an unfairly estranged mother wanting to reconnect with her son, your tone told a different story.
Where you were usually friendly at best and coolly polite at worst with most upon first meeting them, your sudden change to smoldering rage was confusing and jarring to the others. Any time you had to bear your teeth in the past was shortly following provocation by others. From poor behavior to blatantly cruel acts, you always had reserved your genuine dislike for those who wronged you or those you cared for around you.
This Harpy- as far as they knew- showed no such disrespect towards you which only made your sudden distaste for her all the more confusing. Even Papa Hades felt a certain level of unrest as you placed yourself quite clearly between the Harpy woman and Vil.
"That's no way to speak to your elders, clearly manners are quite lax where you're from-"
"Get out now or you leave in a casket, Calliope."
There was something different about your tone that had everyone straightening up and feeling those echoes of your anger in their own hearts. Where confusion had once been, mistrust and dislike took its place. Your anger and hatred fueling their individual dislike for the woman.
Calliope was stunned that you knew her name, but even more stunned to see your sudden dislike towards her. She had only reached back out to that Feral brat that shared her genetics to meet you and it was certainly not going the way she had planned. It had been her belief that you would be sweet and cute towards her, having seen Vil in pictures with you. She had been so careful to keep her true intentions of spiriting you away with her quiet, so your anger ruffled her feathers.
"I'm just here to reconnect with-"
"GET OUT. You have hurt Vil enough, you wretched woman! Or did you forget what you did to your own child? Did you forget how you attacked him in cold blood? Did you forget how you screamed at him for simply existing? Did you forget that he was just a chick when you tried to kill him?"
Your last sentence made a look of disgust and anger take over her face as she hissed at you, her wings spreading behind her. It seemed she couldn't keep up the false affection with your direct accusations.
"He took everything from me! The least he can do is give me something of use and open the door for me to get my hands on you, even if you do act like a brat-!"
Your hands gripped the handle of the blade Idia had created for you, anger taking hold of you as she tried to grab at your shirt. Clearly, Clay's teachings were already proving useful as you moved your hand, the blade springing to life as you slashed the female Harpy's arm. She cried out in pain as she reeled back in surprise, hissing at you in rage as she tried to actually attack you now. She succeeded in slicing down your arm as you raised it to shield your face from her sudden attack.
Her violent behavior was enough to shock most of your guards out of their stupor, Rook's webbing restraining and pulling her down onto the floor before she could get to you again. Things were chaos for only a moment before a deep and thunderous sound rolled over the sky, filling it with darkness and electric green lightning. Everyone tensed at this and fell silent, instinctually shying away from the loud sounds of the storm outside.
Grim ran straight to your arms as a pair wings suddenly wrapped around you, shielding the both of you while the entire building groaned from the storm. The colorful feathers were familiar and it seemed Vil was hiding behind his wings as well, his face pressed into your shoulder and body tensed almost painfully. There was no mistaking who was so furiously guarding you, the simple act of aggression towards you being enough to trigger the Dragon into a rage.
You felt silence suddenly fall over everything and looked up to see the elder Shinigami had joined your small group, an odd shield of magic surrounding the four of you as the Shinigami looked down at you with concern. You couldn't see or hear anything outside of that bubble of influence. It was oddly calming compared to the near hurricane sounding storm outside.
"Papa Hades?"
He just shook his head and you figured it was for Vil's benefit. His nightmare and personal monster returned to his life, and he was forced to confront her and her cruelty. Who knows what Malleus had decided to do, but it was beyond your influence now.
If the Dragon torched the Harpy woman, you would not weep for her.
The elder Shinigami picked up your arm, a low glow coming from his hand as the burn of the cut soothed. He seemed to use a white bandage to wrap your arm, ensuring it didn't bleed anymore.
"How did you know what she had done, Little One?"
"... The same thing that happened with Alistair's Overblot happened with that potion... Like I saw the deepest and most painful parts of their soul that blot feeds on and exploits."
Vil curled closer to you, his breathing strained as he shook and gasped. He seemed like he was having a panic attack of some kind after seeing his mother again and all you could do was hold him. The lovely Harpy was shaking and seemed to only have enough awareness left in his mind to cling to you.
To Vil, it felt like his world was ending. His entire body struggling to stay calm as he panicked and tried to suck down every breath. The struggle of inflating his lungs only panicked him further as he tried to cuddle close to you. Every painful memory and time spent longingly wishing his mother loved him as much as his father did washing over the Harpy in drowning waves.
Grim also seemed to understand the stress the Harpy was feeling as he tried to purr and rub his cheeks against the upset Housewarden. Vil took to the affectionate behavior readily and you were quick to join in petting his hair. Even Papa Hades decided to show the frightened Harpy his gentle support while the four of you waited in the bubble of silence.
"Little One, when this is all over, I need to have a conversation with you about something important. I swear to you it is nothing bad, but we do need to talk privately."
You nodded and let Vil continue to lay against you, his eyes closed as he calmed down. His breathing slowing and relaxing as he no longer seemed to be fighting for air like he had been. When he got a deep breath, his eyes slowly slid open, his voice so soft.
"Don't let her get me, please. I... I know it's childish, but I could never bring myself to face her again. I don't care if she falls off the ends of this world..! I just want her to leave me alone."
You pet Vil's back, noticing how the Harpy leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He seemed more than relaxed with your kindness as Grim nuzzled his cheek and feathered neck. Despite his discomfort with his wrapped wings, the kit was eager to soothe Vil.
"It's okay, Papa Birdy! I think you're pretty!"
This actually made Vil smile, a warm and affectionate look pulling onto his lips as he looked at the kit. Vil had seemed indifferent to Grim when he had interacted with him prior but now seemed to be genuinely fond of the kit you cared for.
Grim clearly believed adding 'Papa' to names meant he respected and trusted them, having already added it to Malleus and Vil's nicknames. Perhaps- depending on how long it took for the Human ghosts to find you an escape- you should trust Grim's intuition regarding the others. Thus far, Vil, Papa Hades, and Malleus had earned the affection of your kit.
Maybe you should put more stock in his intuition. For now, you chose to comfort Vil and hoped that everything else would be dealt with before and that you would actually get a chance to rest.
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 41
(Vil- though not fully Overblotted- still has several visual changes to his coloration and appearance due to the intense presence of blot that had been in his system from his potion. He is able to explain most of it away for those who question him, but those who were present in the classroom when it happened know the truth. They are too loyal and earnest to speak that truth for Vil's sake and the Human's sake.)
Warnings; jealous dragon, fluff and theories, Clay is the only truly aware platonic yandere, Dragon, Harpy, Drider, Vampire bat, hellcat, mention of Cervitaur, mention of Raiju,
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"What happened?"
Standing before you- with his eyes wide and his entire body stiff- was a very unhappy and stressed Dragon. Malleus had been trying to keep himself calm with the aid of Lilia, but seeing your exhausted state sent him spiraling. The tell-tale black ink-like coloration at the ends of your fingers, lips, and hair told him you had more than just a brush with blot.
"Blot potion out of control. We're both good now, but we need a snack and some rest. Papa Hades said he would be up with something for us to snack on soon."
"..."
Malleus stood in silence, the tip of his tail flicking angrily and the low roll of thunder sounded in the distance. It often took a moment or two for the Dragon to fully process what was being said to him, and it often took your calmly stated words just a moment longer than most. You had been touched by blot and he was furious to think such a vile liquid could even have a hold on you for seconds, let alone long enough to stain your flesh.
"... Blot potion?"
"Yeah. A bad idea that became a dangerous opponent. It's sealed up now and Papa Hades said he would be dealing with it later. For now, I think Vil and I need a bit of a rest."
The trip back to your dorm had been a long one, or at least it felt so much longer to you and Vil given the prior events. Luckily Rook and Silver- after pulling themselves together- straightened up and carried the both of you. You were put on Silver's back while Vil was on Rook's back. Sebek, professor Clay, and Papa Hades led your group back to Ramshackle, all the while ensuring that any ne'er-do-wells knew to keep their distance.
Now you all were looking for a bit of rest, and Malleus was likely to panic upon fully realizing what took place. You weren't exactly keen to argue with the Dragon and you knew complete fallout would occur if he ever learned you had kissed Vil in order to give the blot potion easy access to your body. Though you could have likely done it a different way, it was the only thing you could think of to encourage the blot potion out of Vil and into you fast enough to save the Harpy.
"Tsuno, I know you aren't happy about it, but it happened and is over now. All that matters is we are back safe and sound. Right?"
"..."
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not going to classes tomorrow. Well, Vil won't be either after tonight's events, so you can stick around with us tomorrow if you feel like skipping a class or two."
This made the Dragon perk up somewhat, clearly pleased at the idea of spending more time with you than he usually would be able to. Still, he seemed hesitant to believe that all of the present issues were resolved so easily.
"Now, let's talk about who gets to sleep where in the nest."
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The ancient Shinigami watched the pan sizzle as he cooked a small meal quickly and fiddled with a device in his hands. If the Harpy was so keen to be a data point in this study, Hades wasn't going to argue. It unsettled him that several of the students were showing signs of desperation and of performing desperate acts to get the soft and coveted Human's attention.
Who knows what the next desperate action will be or how far it will go.
"Lord Hades?"
"Yes, Child?"
The Shinigami turned his head towards the Yeti who had been present for the fallout of the Harpy and had been a rather helpful aide when it came to restraining the other students. Had they all tried to help and not been held back by the Ape-man, they likely would have all Overblotted or worse given the situation at hand. He at least lived up to his reputation of being calm under pressure and having a good grasp on dangerous situations.
"That much blot should have killed her."
"I know, Child. That much blot would have killed all of them had it gotten a hold on them."
"I know that potion. Poachers use it to infest their prey to claim they were 'putting down a Feral' instead of illegally harvesting parts from a non Feral. It never ends well for those who use it. Ever."
"I am familiar with the potion as well."
This only made Clay's frown deepen. He had seen entire poaching encampments turned Feral due to that specific potion and he had seen the way it acted like a blight on any magical being. How it moved from body to body, infesting and possessing anything it touched.
"Why didn't it kill her?"
"I have several theories. Humans are not magical, so they have next to no accumulation of blot as they go through life. Blot is a byproduct of magic, and without magic, Humans don't form blot but are susceptible to those who have turned Feral. My own Humans had very little interaction with Ferals by design. Though I knew they were blot resistant, I did not know the extent of their blot related abilities."
"So you don't know?"
"I don't know for certain, no. She has shown an incredible ability to neutralize blot and even attract blot towards her, as shown by the potion itself choosing to abandon it's prize of young Vil and anchor itself to her instead where it could have just taken them both."
The Shinigami turned towards Clay, moving the pan off of the heat to let it and the food he was cooking rest. The monitoring collar he was fiddling with coming to life in his hands as he adjusted it.
"I have a theory that Humans are natural blot absorbers and neutralizers. They likely developed this and their addictive nature by evolving hand in hand with magic using species. Humans needed protection from magical species so they developed a way to be needed and helpful to those that protected them. The magical species create blot, and the Humans absorb it, creating a symbiotic relationship. Perhaps it is this blot absorption that led to Humans being so addictive as they relieve the negative impact of blot, which all magical species have."
"It would make sense... To have blot creators and blot neutralizers. But still, this rampant almost infectious attraction and obsession doesn't really fit..."
"That is why it must be studied. There is the potential that Little (Y/n) is a fluke among Humans with an unnatural resistance to blot. The only thing that I know for certain is the data that has been gathered. Humans are addictive, thousands of years worth of research has proven that as fact. This blot absorption is a new development, and with only one Human as the sample size, it can't be asserted that (Y/n) isn't the only blot neutralizer."
The Yeti crossed his arms, deep in thought. It made sense from a scientific view. No science was perfect and with the sample size being a grand total of one, there was always room for misinterpretation. Even still, there was more than just the science to be considered.
"She deserves to know."
"Hm?"
"(Y/n) deserves to be told of her addictive qualities. If not for the sake of others, than for her own sake so she can protect herself. If everyone is going to have some kind of obsession- deadly or not- she deserves to know about it."
"... I know. I have considered broaching the topic many times before, yet have found myself struggling to find the right words to tell her."
"Why?"
"Because," the Shinigami sighed, running his fingers through his flame hair, "Humans are delicate compared to us. Physically they could be a credible threat to other species, especially when their young were put in harm's way, but emotionally they put more value into how others viewed them. It makes sense, they were at the whims of others for an extended period of time and are an incredibly social species as a whole, but that does mean they are more delicate to the emotional impact they have on others. Little (Y/n) in particular seems mostly aware of her impact on the others, but I worry what guilt she will feel when she learns the truth."
Clay nodded at this, having seen his own fair share of just how impactful the affectionate Human was on the wellbeing of those around her. From the guards that flocked to her, to the students that stared whenever she passed by, she impacted everyone she interacted with. He had also noticed his own growing attachment to the kind little Human that so innocently looked to him for instruction.
"Young Vil and Little (Y/n) are likely hungry with the blot still in their systems, they need food before they rest."
Clay dropped the subject as the elder Shinigami split the ample and warm food into two servings, turning to leave. He paused for just a moment at the threshold of the door to speak to the Yeti with an even and measured tone.
"I will broach the subject when I feel it is right, but trust that I will do it. For now, I ask you keep our conversation to yourself. She doesn't need such stress so soon after an event like this one, alright?"
"... I understand."
~•§•~
Rook was almost vibrating with how thrilled he was, settled down in the nest with his boon companion laying against his side. Vil had his long tail tucked and curled under his legs as he himself had taken an almost fetal position up against the side of the Drider. You were sitting close by, petting a sore and less than pleased Grim who demanded cuddles when he realized you were back.
The storm outside had quieted somewhat, as Malleus had managed to calm himself despite not liking the two outsiders laying in your nest. Silver was already back to sleep, Sebek laying against his side but still warily observing the Harpy and Drider duo in the nest. Though the Dragon was displeased with the interlopers, he was more relieved that you were alright. He didn't overlook the staining you had on your skin, seeing the darker tints around your eyes and lips where the blot had forced itself into you.
"Are you certain you are alright, (Y/n)?"
"Yes, Tsuno, I'm okay. I promise. If I wasn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I appreciate that you care so deeply about me and want to make sure I'm alright, but I promise you I am okay."
"..."
The Dragon continued to frown as a light knock sounded from the door. It slowly opened to reveal the large Shinigami with two steaming bowls of food and you couldn't help but smile at him. At least Papa Hades was present and could help care for you and Vil after the impact of the disastrous potion the Harpy had created.
"Here you are, Little One. Eat up and get some rest, you and Young Vil are no doubt exhausted by the evenings events."
You happily accepted the bowl of warm food, Grim taking several long sniffs towards your meal as you pet his forehead. His little nose wiggled and you were content to give the sore kit bites from your bowl. Vil seemed much more hesitant to take the food offered, seeming as if he were close to crying despite the kind gesture.
"Vil?"
"... I don't deserve it."
Your smile fell and you sighed, having seen similar remorseful driven behavior from Riddle and Alistair following their Overblots. He was likely going to need an encouraging hand if he was going to accept the meal offered. At least his behavior showed he was regretting his actions that drove him to his current state.
"Yes, you do. Eat, or you will regret it tomorrow."
"... (Y/n), I almost killed you with my actions. I could have killed myself as well. I don't deserve accolades or kindness after my actions."
A beat of silence passed as you handed the bowl off to a confused Lilia, handing Grim to Malleus. Vil seemed confused by your actions as you moved through the nest to his side, grabbing the second bowl from the elder Shinigami. Using the provided spoon, you scooped up some of the food and looked at Vil expectantly, holding the spoon up to him.
"(Y/n), I-"
"If your next actions are not eating and saying 'thank you' to Papa Hades, I'm not going to listen or entertain any further complaints. You will eat. You will be thankful someone took the time to make you food. You will accept that I am not angry with you. And above all else, you will forgive yourself for your own misguided actions. If I have to sit here and feed you myself, I will."
Vil was silent for another long moment, but his stomach spoke for him with an impatient growl as he could smell the warm food you held. With a certain hesitance to his movements and very much like a baby bird, he let you feed him that first spoonful. You didn't have to feed him the rest as that one bite triggered his obvious hunger and he happily took the bowl from you.
Once Vil was eating his fair share you gently pet his head, making the Harpy let out a gentle cooing noise at the affection. Lilia returned your bowl to you and you proceeded to follow the Harpy's example, pausing to give the occasional piece to Grim. Papa Hades seemed pleased with the both of you eating and nodded, resting on the edge of the nest to wait until you both had finished your impromptu meals.
"Young Vil, given the... events... that took place, I would rather you join the current study I am overseeing. It is on blot and how Little (Y/n) affects blot in other species. It will require you wear this monitor on your neck so we can get vitals and a fairly accurate measurement of blot remaining inside of you. Is that amenable to you?"
"Yes. I... am still mortified that I even considered Overblotting in the first place, but I understand now how lucky I truly am (Y/n) intervened when she did. It would be meaningless to deny my own participation in your research given my misguided actions."
Vil moved towards you, Papa Hades taking both bowls away and setting them to the side as he held up what looked like the same collars Riddle and Alistair wore. The Harpy held up his hair to allow the elder Shinigami to place the device around his neck, shivering from the cold touch. It clicked in place and seemed to not bother the Harpy too much despite the way it sat on his neck feathers.
"The both of you, get some rest. You have had an eventful night and tomorrow will be more rest and testing. I wish you all a pleasant evening."
"Goodnight, Papa Hades."
The elder chucked at this, smiling warmly at you.
"Goodnight, Little One."
With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him so you and your company could get some rest. Vil seemed much more at peace as he returned to Rook's side, the Drider placing pillows against his abdomen for the Harpy to rest comfortably on him. You settled down with Grim, noticing the way Malleus kept his back to the outside of the nest before pulling you under his wing so he could keep an eye on you.
As the room settled down, Lilia turned out the lights and a tentative calm washed over your group. Rook, Sebek, and Grim were quick to drift off, comfortable among the others in the nest and trusting their company wholeheartedly. You, Lilia, Malleus and Vil still clung to some awareness instead of succumbing fully to sleep.
Though you fought to cling to consciousness, you were quickly pulled into the embrace of rest. Malleus and Lilia both wanted to stay awake and keep an eye on the nest given their own anxieties with the situation. As they were both nocturnal Fae, they were less affected by the siren song of sleep than the others were.
Vil was just trying to process all that had happened. Though it was all orchestrated by him, he still had to come to terms with the memories that had been dredged up from the darker corners of his mind. Your forgiveness was a soothing balm to his worrying mind as he contemplated the cruelty of his mother juxtaposed with your compassion.
Something odd happened with his hazy memories of his mother that the Harpy couldn't explain. Where he remembered crying and hiding from her under a rather sturdy table, sobbing as his father fought in a flurry of feathers for his safety, another figure had appeared. You were somehow in his childhood memory, holding him and soothing him after his mother had attacked him. Though he knew it wasn't possibly true, he still valued that odd change to his memories and cherished your comfort.
Perhaps something had happened to alter his memories to a more soothing outcome when you took on his blot. Perhaps he rewrote his own memories to include someone soothing his distraught child self. All he knew for certain was that you were a very calming and soothing presence that made his heart ache less when you were around.
Your presence comforted and relaxed him more than anything else could. Given the way he had lived his life up until that point, he considered it a miracle that he could find anyone he is willing to accept affection from. He even struggled to accept the endless praise Rook heaped on his shoulders, believing the Drider only focused on his outward appearance despite being his closest friend.
Maybe, just maybe, Vil could learn to love himself with your help. He still was going to try and win your heart despite everything, but he now had a clear way forward and into a better frame of mind. For now, that was all that truly mattered to him.
Is it alright to request poly! With heartslabyul? With a gn reader
Warnings: N/A
Wordcount: 1,310
Pairings: Heartslabyul x gn!reader, Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader, Trey Clover x gn!reader, Cater Diamond x gn!reader, Ace Trappola x gn!reader, Deuce Spade x gn!reader
To nobody's surprise, Cater is the one to first bring up the concept of being polyamorous. Cater is fully willing to admit he is totally cool with that kind of thing and that as long as communication is maintained those types of relationships can work out
What is surprising is that Cater was the first addition to the polycule! After being approached by Riddle to offer his blessing if Trey and Cater wanted to date each other, Catet joined and it just kinda kicked the whole thing off.
How the polycule is formatted is this: Riddle and Trey are dating, Trey is also Dating Cater, Cater and Ace are together, Ace and Deuce date, and finally Riddle and Deuce are also in a relationship. (Please see the drawing in the authors note if clarification is needed)
Riddle often organises weekly study dates for the polycule. So that way they can all spend plenty of time together while still managing to get some school work done
Ace definitely brings snacks to try and distract people from their homework and so that they'll pay attention to him
Cater is often more than happy to shower Ace in attention, often going overboard in order to ensure Ace would tone down his clinginess for the rest of the evening.
Surprisingly its always Trey who makes sure the study date devolves into cuddles.
Cater will have a whole archive of posts on Magicam dedicated just to cute candid photos he's taken of the polycule during the study dates.
In all honesty this polycule is a mess at times, because chaos is a given most of the time
But there's minimal to no jealousy involved in the polycule.
As every single one of the Heartslabyul boys will straight up communicate how they're feeling.
For example Deuce has in fact politely talked to Trey about how often he steals Riddle away.
And that he understands that Riddle is dorm leader, but Deuce would appreciate if maybe on the days Riddle and Deuce have dates if Trey could manage the dorm for an hour by himself?
And Trey completely understood. Asking if maybe Deuce would be willing to try and keep the dorm wide chaos he and Ace cause minimal on the days Riddle and Trey have their dates.
Because Riddle can be anal retentive and due to the wide array of grades and extracurriculars the members of the polycule have the 6 of you agree to schedule in dates.
So that nobody feels abandoned or that they're lesser than another person in the relationship
But if there's one thing that's for certain...
Everyone will be affectionate with one another
Does not matter if they aren't dating each otherThey will be holding hands or cuddling at some point
Honestly everyone is very relaxed in the relationship, minimal to no issues.
(Except for how somehow every time Deuce falls asleep in the cuddle pile he ends up kicking or elbowing someone in the ribs. Everyone still loves him anyway though)
Riddle is genuinely one of the sweeter boys in the polycule. Always willing to take you on romantic dates right out of a cheesy romance novel
Would absolutely help you with homework whenever you asked him, even if you aren't in the same year.
Not very physically or verbally affectionate, but he tries his best! Riddle will do things like hold your hand, give you compliments when he can, and offer you hugs.
And on occasion you'll get a slightly pink Riddle coming to you and asking if he can give you a kiss.
Despite this Riddle always ensures you know how he feels about you.
Since Riddle's love language is quality time he often offers to spend time with you whenever you are both available, no wild or pre-made plans needed, just so you both can relax and enjoy each other's company.
Trey absolutely loves to give you physical affection. He will be finding any excuse to wrap an arm around you or hold your hand or give you a sneaky kiss.
Literally any affection possible
The most teasing out of the boyfriends. He will purposefully try and get a reaction out of you, whether it be embarrassment, frustration or disbelief, he wants it.
Especially if he can make you believe he has no idea about what a simple everyday object is.
Trey, like Riddle, isn't the most adventurous when it comes to dates. He much prefers the classic go for dinner and maybe watch a movie kind of dates.
Trey's love language is acts of service, so expect plenty of little favours, paid for with a smile or a kiss.
Your to-do list will be at least partially completed before you could even think of doing the tasks some days.
And expect Trey to be the one to always remember to grab that thing you forgot to get before you left the house. Its quite sweet really.
Cater absolutely loves taking you out to the hottest and trendiest places for your dates. Adventure might as well be his middle name!
His favourite places to take you on dates have to be the interactive art museums/exhibits.
It makes for the best candid photos of you, on top of how fun it is to actually experience!
Cater will constantly be attempting to give you physical affection. Every time you're near each other Cater will somehow be touching you.
Holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder/waist, giving you a kiss wherever he can reach.
The most likely to end up roping one of your other boyfriends into coming on a date with you both.
He's just so excited by the prospect of getting to share a good time with the people he loves
It straight away needs to be said that Ace will drown you in physical affection. He lives for being able to wrap an arm around you and smugly show off how awesome of a boyfriend he is.
Though he will be blushing if you initiate the physical contact when he's not prepared
Ace definitely brings you to his basketball games, and expects you to cheer super loudly for him the whole game. Maybe even wear his Jersey while you attend the game.
He's a firm believer in the tradition of post achievement kisses. Doesn't matter what the achievement is or which one of you got it, he demands a kiss.
A good grade on an exam? Smooch. He got voted MVP on the basketball team during 1 game? Smooch!
Dates with Ace are most commonly on campus or close by. He enjoys more lowkey dates, they're more intimate in his opinion.
Though he will never EVER take you to Mostro Lounge. Not after Floyd spent the whole time teasing him and (in Ace's eyes) flirting with you.
Deuce tries his hardest to make the times he gets to spend with you memorable. Probably takes you on either the most lowkey and sweetest dates or dates meant for adrenaline junkies.
It feeds his ego to be able to take you on a long drive at high speeds on a bike. Your arms wrapped around him tightly as you race across the island, taking corners so tightly that it feels like you'll start flying.
Deuce isn't much for physical affection, it makes him very shy, but Deuce tries so hard to make sure he tells you how much he loves you. Just to ensure you know for certain that you're loved, (even though his love language is actually gift giving.)
Deuce likes giving you little things that remind him of you. A cute key chain, your favourite snack, a pair of socks with a funky pattern that he knows will make you snicker, an origami frog that he just learned how to make. Pretty much anything that catches his eye that he thinks you'd like.
The Polycule!
I have so much fun making polycules for twst, it just sparks so much joy in my tiny liddol heart.
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