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When the rainbow babies grow up, will there play Spell drive with their parents?
Leona's cubs absolutely will. They have a great ability to play and Leona makes damn sure that his cubs can eventually win against everyone else's young. Once they are old enough to comprehend the rules and use magic, they are being taught how to play Spelldrive.
Vil and his chicks are less interested, but he will be damned before he lets Leona outshine him. Rook will also happily join in and let the Driderlings learn how to play.
Azul's girls are not interested other than Cerulina, so she will play, but the others will not.
Most of the kids are happy to play and learn how, but the Husbands of the Harem always play far more gentle with the younglings. Against one another, they are brutal and vicious.
If some of the characters from the HAE universe were allowed to choose what style clothing the Human would wear for a day, what would they choose?
Mainly did the Housewardens because there are 22+ cast members. If you have a specific fella in mind, make another question specifically for them and I will answer.
Vil would choose something colorful that matches his colors. He doesn't care if it had to be a dress or pants, so long as they have his colors and are decorated with their feathers.
Leona wants the Human in his clothes. He doesn't care that his clothes don't fit, they have his scent and it will cover the Human in his scent.
Riddle wants the Human covered up except for their face. He doesn't want anyone being able to see their soft skin other than him. He is quite the prude and finds it highly sensual for the Human to be scantily clad. Booty-shorts would send him into orbit.
Azul wants the Human in nothing at all. Most Mer folk don't wear clothes, and he finds the bare body of the Human to be the most beautiful thing he can imagine. No need for clothes to cover up their natural beauty.
Malleus wants the Human dressed in his scales and his colors. Black, vivid green, and purple. If he could give them faux versions of his horns, he would. No claim is clearer than his very scales decorating his beloved.
Kalim really wants the Human to be in whatever they find comfortable, but he will be adding jewels, bangles, and any other kind of jewelry he can find. He wants his beloved Human to be shiny and comfy, so he will find a happy medium.
Idia wants the Human to dress up in one of two ways depending on his mood at the time. On one hand, he wants them to be dressed in something cute, short, and showing plenty of skin for him to feel up and pet as he wishes. On the other hand, he wants to see his lover dressed in the traditional Shinigami wedding gown. Long shadowed fabric that shrouds and covers, making his darling such a precious little gift for him to unwrap as he desires.
Hi, so I have a question (and I don't know if you already addressed this cuz I'm kinda behind and still need to catch up to the story).
Will the twst cast ever get to see Mc as an apex predator?
Because (earth)humans at their core are pursuit predators with stamina that is only lesser to one (the wolf), amazing tracking abilities -despite having a comparably weak sense of smell-, creativity and great aim. And if push comes to shove even untrained people can do some impressive and scary feats.
Like will they ever realize that without magic they would have been screwed against humans?
Spoilers for Fleur City arc of the HAE
It will happen eventually and has partially happened already.
When the Human was kidnapped by Night Fae seeking to use them as a breeding mare, the Human slaughtered them and lit their camp on fire. They have and will kill if it means their life or Grim's life will be saved.
Idia knows well that Humans can and will be horrifying if put in enough stress, Hades having deeply educated him on this fact. Lilia has seen what a Human running on adrenaline and sheer force of will can do.
The Human even THREW Riddle when he Overblotted. Yes, they heavily strained most of their muscles with their hysterical strength, but Riddle is aware the Human is stronger than they seem.
Humans are pursuit predators. They follow something at a leisurely pace until the thing they are following exhausts itself or dies. Humans are trackers and followers. Smart enough to make traps and potentially cut off their prey even if their prey is faster than them. Humans are the animal world equivalent of a terminator. They can swim, they can climb, they can throw with an accuracy most animals cannot, they follow something like a never ending hunt until the animal collapses from stress or exhaustion.
In the HAE, Humans- those raised among monster species- were effectively domesticated. They rarely fought, they were mostly removed from their base instincts. They could hunt, but had little reason to do so.
The Human of Night Raven College is basically a captive raised lynx being compared to housecats. The other Humans of the past were housecats, capable of damage, but unlikely to do it as they were raised under the belief that they could not fight, only showing such feats in extreme stress. The Human is a lynx raised in captivity, used to the advancements their own world has made and not the best hunter, but very capable of savaging those that earn their ire.
The beastly fellas will eventually learn the Human is no domestic feline, but one that is still very much a threat while being removed from pure base animal instincts. Those instincts exist, they just really haven't had to use them half as much.
They have magic that mimics fireworks- ie. Lights in the night sky, different color lights- but not actual fireworks that explode.
The percussive force of explosions startle and can hurt the ears of most species given their existing sensitivities. Explosions in the HAE au have not been crafted nor perfected because of the severe negative impact they have on most species.
Honestly, he would start excitedly squealing and tapping his hooves like a fan-girl getting to meet their idol if you kissed him. Kiss his horn and it is game over for him.
Warnings; monster au, yandere au, adult situations, adult scenarios, mating season, by selecting 'view more' you consent to view content and are of age to view content.
More thorough warnings under the cut
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Warnings; Yandere, yandere behavior, mating season, mention of past abuse (not towards reader), Unicorn Centaur x Human Reader, NSFW, afab reader, Oral (reader receiving), attempted oral/hand-job (male receiving), breeding kink, size kink, use of medications (muscle relaxers), inflation kink, purity kink, cuddling during intimate acts, nickname (King of Hearts- Riddle to Reader, Pretty Boy/Queen of Hearts- Reader to Riddle), praise kink, sex toys, slight orgasm denial,
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Spring had arrived in the Queendom of Roses.
Bees were buzzing peacefully, birds singing to one another, and what seemed like every species searching for a mate. From the prideful Harpies trying to dance for their chosen beloved, to the vibrant Kelpies flipping in the water, Spring was in full swing and everyone was eager to let you know about it. You had been propositioned no less than ten times just walking around the Queendom.
The smell of Roses hung heavily in the air and almost bled into the very fabrics you wore as you awaited Riddle. He had insisted that he needed to 'prepare' and had run off, leaving you in the tucked away section of the Rose garden to the Palace. Thankfully, due to your ties with the royals of the Queendom, you were able to stay safely hidden away while you awaited Riddle's return.
It was when you were examining a lovely large rose that you heard the hoof-falls of the Unicorn returning to your side. Riddle was loosely dressed in a near see-through white top, ruffles around the neck and wrist. Around him was a long chain of roses that had been meticulously woven into a sash and a flower crown. The roses themselves were a beautiful golden yellow that faded into red at the tips of the petals. Riddle stood quietly for a moment, shuffling his hooves and idly fidgeting with the matching flower crown in his hands.
"My glorious King of Hearts, I... Do you know why spring is important to Unicorns?"
"I would guess the spring flowers?"
"You are partially correct. Flowers are as important to Unicorns as Spring is, they so often go hand in hand. The primary reason Unicorns value spring so much is because it is the season we choose our life partners. That isn't to say all pairs last the test of time. Some Unicorns just aren't meant for each other, like my parents. But... Well, it is tradition to weave our chosen flower in our manes and gift our chosen mates with flowers of their own."
He moved forward carefully, almost acting like you were going to chase him away or intentionally make him startle. When he was directly in front of you, he curled one of his front legs, his equine half entering a deep bow before you. In his offered hands sat the flower crown that he had been fiddling with. You knew it was Riddle's mating season, having been made aware right before it began. What you also knew was that Riddle was trying very hard to ask you to be his mate without directly asking you.
Riddle was a deeply wounded and nervous creature. His temper was a hair trigger that easily got him caught up in his emotions, making it difficult for him to connect with others. His history with his mother and her abuse of him only further stunted him in terms of emotional growth. Even now, you could see the way he was shaking and how his breath hitched as he bowed to you.
Riddle- for all his pride and anger- was terrified you would reject him the way so many others had.
Without letting the decision weigh heavily for too long, you gently lifted the crown from his hands and settled it atop your own head. This simple act had Riddle staring at you in surprise before letting out an almost squealing whinny of joy. His hands immediately finding your body as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you to spin you in his excitement. You knew he was over the moon in joy at the prospect of you accepting his mating offer.
"My beautiful King... My glorious mate..! I promise, I will always cherish and adore you no matter what happens!"
The Unicorn made gentle nickering sounds as he rubbed his golden horn against the side of your head, careful to not poke you with it as he carried you. For as delicate as Riddle looked on any given day, he was strong enough to carry you in his arms or on his back. His soft whinnying and pleased noises filled your ears while he trotted back to the room that had been effectively reserved for the two of you in the Palace of Roses.
You figured Riddle would be keen to move onto the mating part of his mating season, especially after you accepted his proposal. There were still a few things to figure out before he could have you as he wanted, but he was far too elated to worry too much about the finer details. He had muscle relaxers on him, easily available for purchase around spring due to the fact that many of the Queendom's citizens were a Taur species of some kind. It was helpful for pairings of two Taur species and of mixed species relationships, so Riddle ensured to pick some up before presenting you with your flower crown.
As he gently lay you on the bed, he was quick to begin preparing everything. His hooves quickly trotting around the room as he gathered a sweet drink and prepared your medicine, knowing you would need some time before it fully kicked in. All while he moved and insisted upon doing everything for you, you were waiting expectantly for the Unicorn to finally just get on with it. There was certainly an impatience in you that made you keen to just grab him and get to work.
"Take these and then we can talk about how you want to proceed-"
You grabbed the medicine and downed it rather swiftly, not wanting to waste any time. For as surprised as Riddle was, he was almost shaking when you crooked one finger at him to coax him to your side. The look you were giving him only making his nerves writhe beneath that hungry gaze. Sure, Riddle knew the basics of fornication and had studied as much as he could before propositioning you, but the actual act? He was nervous.
"Come here, Pretty Boy."
Riddle flushed a deep pink at this, clearly growing interested based on the way he nervously crossed his legs and visibly got excited. Ever quick to obey you, he climbed up carefully on the bed and tried to settle next to you. Though you didn't really spend an extended period of time looking under him, you knew Riddle was fairly large and it would be a struggle to fit. There was a reason you were taking muscle relaxers and you could plainly see that reason laying out on the bed beneath Riddle.
"On your back."
He was quick to turn over, visibly flustered and excited as he tried to play it cool. The moment you got a full look at what he was packing, he let out a delicate squeal of embarrassment. His face burning that deep near crimson as he covered his eyes in an obviously timid way. For all his talk and his bluster, he was a very sensitive and delicate prude.
"W-wait-!"
Your hands gently trailed over that rather significantly large length now that you could see it easier. A harsh squeal escaping Riddle who almost seemed as if he didn't know what to do with his hands while you worked his thick cock. He switched between clawing at the sheets and pulling on his shirt, desperate the get control of himself but unable to think through the wonderful feeling of your touch. His soft whinnies and nickering let you know where your touch felt best on his aching body.
"Ngh-! Please...! Please, (Y/n)..!"
Riddle didn't even know what he was begging for, but he was desperate for whatever it was. He could hardly make his eyes focus on you as you used both hands to stroke over his pulsing cock. Every gentle touch from you had his head thrown back into the pillows, doing everything he could to keep his legs still so they wouldn't interrupt you. It didn't matter to him if you couldn't fit that monstrosity in your mouth, just your soft hands were enough to work him up.
"Tell me what you need, my pretty Queen of Hearts."
"Need... M-more..!"
It wasn't hard to guess how worked up Riddle was, or how close he was to cuming all over you. That thick cock pulsed in your hands as if it had a life of its own as you worked him over. The tip of it practically weeping a large amount of clear pre-cum onto your hands, helping you slide them up and down faster. Even as he squealed and arched into your touch, Riddle was blubbering and begging for whatever you were willing to give him.
You ensured to gently mouth along his length, knowing you couldn't take that bulbous tip completely into your mouth, but eager to please the blubbering Unicorn. He had clearly worked hard to clean himself, completely tasteless and smelling faintly of the roses he had woven for the two of you. It was more than obvious that Riddle had tried to plan everything down to the last detail. Still, the Unicorn was unable to do or say much beyond his sweet little noises as you stroked your tongue over his needy length and listened to him squeal from the stimulation.
His hands uselessly pulled at his loose and almost frilly top in an effort to remove it. Even the delicately crafted work of weaving roses into his tail and mane had all but fallen out as he let out a keening wail of pleasure. The only warning you really got was Riddle's cry as that pole of a cock pumped out what had to have been buckets of cum.
What was that firehose going to do to your soft insides?
The thought of all that pressure pummeling your delicate walls had you pressing your thighs together to try and stop yourself from getting too excited. Even as it splashed against your chest and soaked your clothes, you didn't have to work too hard to disrobe yourself. Riddle was watching with one eye peaking out from under his arm and clearly the sight of you bare before him had gotten him excited again.
"S-so... So pretty... Please... I want- I want to-"
He didn't even have time to finish his sentence as you stood over him on the bed, crawling up his front to start mouthing at his horn. All Riddle could really do was choke on his words as your wonderfully warm lips wrapped around his blunt horn and sucked somewhat on it. Your efforts were certainly appreciated as Riddle had nearly started to drool, his face almost pressing into your breasts as he breathlessly whined for you.
All too soon, you pulled back and he did what he could to follow despite being on his back.
Despite how odd he looked curled up, Riddle did manage to grab your hips and pull you back to him. Your warm heat was positioned right above his mouth as he breathed out heavy pants. Before you could ask him what he was doing, Riddle pulled you down to smother him with your thighs. He made quick work of shoving his tongue as deeply as he could into your warm heat as he began to moan into you. For as hesitant as Riddle was when it came to showing public affection, he was clearly a quick learner and wanted nothing more than to bury his tongue in you.
Despite how you tried to somewhat lift your hips to give the Unicorn a chance to breathe, he just pulled you back down onto him. Clearly, Riddle didn't want- nor need- to breathe if it meant he would have to give up his spot between your plush thighs. Despite your continued struggles in his grasp, you felt your body grow weaker and weaker as the muscle relaxers kicked in.
Unconsciously, Riddle raised his front hooves to act as a backrest for you, letting you melt into his body and into his touch. All the while, he continued digging his tongue into your soft heat and slurping down your slick. Even with burning pleasure soaking into your soul, you felt nearly boneless and it wasn't solely from Riddle eating you out.
"Riddle..! Too... Too much..!"
You were almost slurring your words and a faint worry bubbled in your mind as you wondered if you got too high a dose of muscle relaxers. Even with this worry dancing through your mind, you couldn't work up enough energy or strength to genuinely be concerned about it. All you could really do was lay back and let Riddle have his fun.
"My King..! My glorious and precious Love..!"
"Can't move... Ngh... N-need..!"
This got Riddle's attention, his eyes flicking up to see how you lay back against his legs, your head somewhat lolling to one side. Clearly the medicine was working and you were left completely exposed to his affections. He could do anything he wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to stop him in the moment.
Riddle scolded himself harshly for such a thought while you were trusting him so deeply to be exposed to his desires. Besides, he had gone through quite a bit of effort to make sure everything was perfect for you. Why would he ever betray your trust when you have finally accepted him as your mate?
"Let me take care of you, my King. Let me bring you to the heights of our pleasure."
Riddle moved slowly to slide you from his chest to the bed, your body limply obeying his grasp as you whined and shivered. For as large as his equine body was, he easily maneuvered you and himself so he was above you. His front legs were holding your legs open, his upper body curling somewhat to look down at you lovingly. If affection and blind loyalty could be defined in images, Riddle's expression in that moment would be the primary reference.
"I need to properly prepare you first, my King."
He used his fingers first, prodding gently and doing what he could to get your body to open up for him. Where he could have just taken you with reckless abandon, he refused to cause you any level of discomfort. He had also gone through quite a bit of embarrassment trying to research how to properly copulate with you. His stuttered questions and nervous behavior was all suffered for your sake, wanting to find the best way to bring you pleasure and help you reach that peak.
Your insides happily accepted his fingers, sloppily allowing the appendages to slide in with little resistance. Just the feeling of your body so warmly hugging those fingers nearly made Riddle drool. He could feel the way his needy length lay against the bed and pulse so strongly between his legs as he tried to keep himself calm. He needed to bring you the same supreme and mind-blowing pleasure your very existence brought him.
It was only fair.
"My fingers are not enough to prepare you, Beloved. Trey helped me purchase some... Items... That will assist in this endeavor. Let me know if they are too much for you. I can withhold from mating if it is too much for you. Just tell me how I can worship you better."
Riddle grabbed a few items from his nightstand, showing you what they were so you had the chance to refuse if you wanted to. He would never forgive himself if he pushed you too hard and too fast. In his hand was what was obviously a dildo of some kind. No doubt, it was smaller than Riddle's girth and size, so he likely wanted to use it to prepare you and properly stretch your body out for him so he wouldn't hurt you. Just because you had muscle relaxers running through your system didn't mean that he wanted to cause harm..
"Let me know if you need me to slow down, my Love."
As he had seen in his research- through his fingers as he bashfully covered his face when he saw such intimate depictions- Riddle applied and ample amount of lube to the toy. The lube was cold, but brought with it a very pleasant tingle that had your body almost humming from the feeling. It was as if the lube itself was intended to turn you on more than you already had been, leaving you soaking for the Unicorn.
Your body easily accepted the toy, rubbing up against all of those nice spots that make your toes curl. Soft and almost hesitant whines escaped you as he slowly began to pump the toy into you, watching in fascination as your warm hole sucked it in greedily. The sight alone almost pushing Riddle to forgo the gentle stretching and just mount you himself.
Luckily, Riddle had some self control. Even with your taste still on his lips, the Unicorn could tide himself over until you were properly prepared for him. He adored the way your body accepted the toy, hearing that oddly provocative squish as your warm folds sucked on it and swallowed it down.
Soon, it would be accepting his cock.
As you moaned gently, Riddle continued to replace each toy with one bigger. Before too long, your warm body was easily accepting a girth just smaller than his own. It had become a practiced dance on Riddle's part, he would lube up each toy and proceed to plunge it into you until your body fully accepted it. This slow practice allowed him to up the size bit by bit and keep you locked in the throes of pleasure for him.
Clearly you were enjoying the ordeal as you whined and writhed. Your gentle moans slowly increasing with volume as he steadily worked up your orgasm. There was no reason for you to try and stop him, loving the way each toy seemed to stretch your warm insides and rub against every pleasure point more than the last. Riddle was even able to adjust the toy to specifically hit those spots inside of you that had you seeing stars. Your body was winding tight like a coil internally as that pleasurable pressure only flooded your mind with more bliss.
Riddle quickly pulled the toy out, not wanting to see you clench down and cum on something that wasn't him. It was his mating season, he needed you to squeeze him the way you so beautifully squeezed the toy. There was nothing more in his mind than the desire to bind himself to you and unite in mutual mating.
"No! No, why would-?"
"Shh... It's okay, my King. I wouldn't want you doing something so intimate and beautiful from a toy. You deserve to have something warm and real inside of you for a situation so intimate."
"Please..! I want...!"
"I know, Love. I know. Do you think you can take me?"
"Ngh..."
"Let me know if it is too much for you."
Riddle gently got off of the bed, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed so you were in a better position. As you tried to lift your head and see what he was doing, you could see Riddle was putting on an almost odd reverse saddle that looked like it was meant to hold your legs. It made sense, you wouldn't be able to hold up your own legs, let alone wrap them around the broad Unicorn's equine end. No doubt his thrusting would also dislodge your legs from wherever they were hitched on his hips.
Once he was certain it was secure, he began slowly inching his way up with his front legs on either side of you. Ever careful and cautious, Riddle ensured to lift your legs, hitching them into the reverse saddle himself to make sure you were secure. Honestly, it wasn't too much of a stretch for you to have your legs up as they were and the stirrups were comfortable overall.
Slowly, carefully, Riddle began to ease that long and thick cock into you at a snails pace. He had clearly covered it with lube while he was attaching that odd saddle before sliding it into you. The stretch was apparent, but not unpleasant. Riddle had done quite a bit of work to prepare you so you didn't feel an ounce of discomfort from the intrusion. He certainly couldn't fit his entire length in you, but a fair amount was able to slide into you.
The pressure alone of your insides squeezing him was Heavenly. He could barely focus on anything beyond the feeling of your deliciously warm hole sucking him in and squeezing him. Even the way your legs squeezed his side had the Unicorn almost in tears.
Riddle had been incredibly celibate, not even deigning to give himself pleasure by his own hand. He had always believed that he would only participate in such pleasures when he finally found his mate, and here you were. Your touch, your body, the scent coming from you, all of it drove him to near insanity.
Who knew such pleasures existed in this world?
"Are you okay?"
Riddle gasped out, trying to stop himself from moving without first knowing if you were alright. No matter how good it felt to be buried inside of you, he would never take advantage of his size to do something you were not okay with. Even if it felt like there was not enough blood in his body to fuel his brain and cock at the same time, he wouldn't hurt you if it could be avoided.
"Ngh! Move... Ugh..! Please, Riddle! I need it..!"
That was all he needed.
With careful movements and ever cautious to not crush you, Riddle began his slow pace. Pulling back just enough to feel himself slide out of you only to stuff himself back inside. The squeeze of your warm pussy had the Unicorn drooling near mindlessly. He really only had enough wherewithal to not pound too roughly into you as he savored the feel of your body sloppily sucking on him with each movement.
Neither of you took very long to reach your peaks, having been sufficiently edged the entire interaction up until that point. You two had barely begun and you both were already at your end, feeling that pressure inside of you threatening to break loose. No doubt he wouldn't be able to keep it at just one round, but you both would likely need some rest after this tryst.
"With me...! My King of Hearts, cum with me. Only me!"
Riddle squealed from the sheer strength of his orgasm, feeling how he began to fill you and pump your soft belly full. That first splash of cum was enough stimulation that it shoved you into your own release, drowning your senses in blissful pleasure. Even as you felt almost too full, it kept going. Every shot of cum splashed against your delicate walls with such intensity that you could feel how your body tried desperately to stretch and accommodate the ever increasing amount.
You were shaking by the time you came back to your senses, your stomach almost sore from how distended it was. It was both concerning and endearing in how you could feel Riddle's stomach against your own despite how he was trying to keep his weight off of you. There was so much he had poured inside of you that your very stomach had bloated to rub against his.
"My glorious Love... My precious King... I will never leave your side again, I swear it. I... I love you, (Y/n)."
"I love you too, Riddle. My handsome and pretty Queen of Hearts."
Humans Are Extinct Yandere TWST x Fem Reader Monster AU pt 107
Warnings: yandere, yandere behavior, multiple yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, competing yandere, fem reader, monster AU, longing, sweet behavior intentionally used to manipulate, Drider, Harpies, Hellcat, Vampire Bat Fae, Dragon
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"A vision of beauty, as you always are and have been, mon Trickster!"
You chuckled at Rook's dramatic antics while you emerged from the changing room, settling on a rather tame sun dress among the piles of new clothes. From what you could only describe as ballroom dresses, to relaxed wear, all the way to several new swimsuits, every kind of clothing you could desire had been sculpted onto your body. Everything was tailor made for you, and you had even started to go beyond the chosen colors of Vil's feathers into color palettes more suited to your tastes. Despite the way Vil ruffled his feathers, he wasn't about to argue with you when you seemed so happy with your clothes.
It was obvious after the twentieth piece of extra clothing that the staff were looking for excuses to keep you with them. They wanted to keep dressing you up and designing clothes around you. The group just loved the way they could drape clothes on your figure and didn't have to worry about tails, wings, horns, or other such impediments to their work. Where they were top tier designers and crafters of their trade, you were a new silhouette and figure they could craft their art upon. How could they possibly let such a unique and helpful muse escape them?
It had taken a stern look from Vil and Rook to get the many beasts to let you leave, even then they tried to convince you to stay for "just one more" outfit. Though they were trying to get you to stay, none of them seemed very keen to test Vil's temper or unsettle your well-known guards by trying to make you stay. Even if Vil wasn't present to put his clawed foot down, Clay would not hesitate to force them to release you. Having all of these guards and terrifying beasts was clearly a good thing for you.
"There you are, my beautiful Baby Bird! I was so worried when you disappeared. Why would you ever possibly want to do such a thing?"
"Maybe it was because I didn't feel like listening to you and Eric argue over something that should ultimately be my decision?"
"Little Bird, you know I only get so involved because I care about you! Everyone who is allowed near you should be thoroughly vetted by myself to ensure they are safe for you."
"I have yet to be wrong about my personal choices in guards. Several you have trusted and have allowed near me turned out to be dangerous- Rattigan and Erikír, to name a few- but those I have chosen have only become dangerous when pushed, not inherently dangerous to me. Perhaps, in light of my fairly decently choices, you may want to put more faith in me and my decisions."
Crowley visibly deflated at this, almost hunching over in dejection at your flat tone. You weren't being particularly mean or unkind, but you weren't sugarcoating it either. He had been the one who always struggled the most with your autonomy as he hadn't yet shown much growth. Sure, there was some growth, but not much.
Malleus also didn't have much respect for your autonomy at first, but he has grown from where he started. The simple fact that he was chained far away from you to try and keep himself in control and not force you to lay with him proved that. Perhaps you could ask Malleus or Papa Hades to have a conversation with Crowley.
"That dress looks lovely on you, (Y/n)."
Neige let out a happy cooing vocalization as he quickly joined your side, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder and trying to wrap his wings around you. Vil was the first to follow you out, trailed by Rook who held a fussing Grim. Upon seeing Neige nearly draping hos body over you, it was more than obvious Vil was displeased. A low croaking hiss escaped the lovely Harpy, giving warning that he was likely to attack if Neige didn't mind his distance from you.
"Sorry, Vi! I'm not meaning to monopolize your mate, she's just so pretty and soft. Maybe we can see each other at the screening?"
"Actually, Neige," you interjected gently before Vil could snap at him, "I had a bit of a question and a bit of a proposition for you regarding the screenings and the events."
"Oh? Did you have something special in mind, (Y/n)?"
"I was actually hoping that you would be willing to come along with my little group here and bring Rook as your plus one? I want those I know I can trust around me, so having both you and Rook nearby is a comfort."
Neige seemed surprised at first as you extended such a sweet suggestion. He desperately wanted to stay by your side and especially wanted to snuggle close while you got a private screening for an up-and-coming romance movie. How fortunate that you would ask him to come along. All he had to do was give his plus one to the rather mysterious Drider that always carried you around.
Rook was equally surprised at this, knowing he would have to match his outfits with Neige if the Harpy agreed. He certainly wasn't displeased by this idea, knowing Neige was one of his cherished beauties. If anything, Rook believed that you were gently opening a door for him to create a bond with Neige. Naturally, you were first in his heart and you always would be, but that didn't mean his hearts weren't pounding furiously at the idea of being the lovely Dove Harpy's date.
Neige's cheeks flushed a gentle pink as he considered what you had asked. This could be his way to prove himself. If he showed you that he would put your comfort above his own time and time again, perhaps you would see what a good mate he could be for you?
"Of course! I would be thrilled to join your group. None of my family want to attend these events, so I am happy to use my plus one to make sure you stay safe! I know some paparazzi can get a little aggressive when it comes to how they approach, especially for events like this."
Originally, Neige was going to offer his plus one to his fans in a random drawing, letting those who support him spend time with him. However, your needs and your safety came first in his eyes. Maybe he could even feed his fans some pictures of the two of you together during the event. No doubt countless photos would be taken before and during each event, so all of those who shipped the two of you together would be feasting afterwards.
The simple idea that he may even get into Vil's good graces were not wasted on him. Neige was kind, but he wasn't a fool. He knew that he held Vil in much higher regard than Vil held him. It wasn't uncommon for Harpy males- especially the more drab ones like Neige- to intentionally pair up with prettier and flashier males- like Vil- in a kind of mating pair. Where the flashier male would bring in interested females, the drab male was able to pair with both the female and the prettier male.
He would never say it out loud, especially not to you or Vil, but Neige hoped Vil would be willing to form such a mating arrangement among the three of you. Neige had no issue being submissive to Vil, he had been ever since he first met the Peacock Harpy. If anything, he only stood to gain from putting himself under his proud rival.
"Thanks, Neige! I knew it was a bit of a long-shot, but I figured I would ask. Glad to have that worked out, I definitely feel safer with all of you by my side."
It was then Eric spoke up, his tone relaxed and his behavior calm as he approached you. Even Neige seemed to back off, moving away from the dominant male who walked with confidence in his every step. For as dominant as Vil was, he was still a younger adult coming into his own and finding his stride. Eric was a fully mature male who knew who he was, knew what he wanted from life, and had no need to make himself be small for anyone. He was a confident soul and younger males knew better than to challenge someone like him.
"Glad to see all of that is worked out. I did want to let you know that Headmage Crowley and I have come to an agreement regarding additional security. Sergeant Tibbs and The Colonel will be meeting us at a high-end restaurant. Neutral grounds, neutral territory, you can send them away if you don't want them to accompany us to the events or tonight's opening ceremony and Gala. I figured you can meet them, get a feel for them, and make your decision. Tibbs is a cautious Werecat who is incredibly loyal- especially given how most Werecats tend to be loners- with a beautiful heart and strong sense of justice. The Colonel is a long-haired Cynin who is up in his age, but no less fierce or dedicated to protecting those he cares for. They have both been personal staff and guards of mine for years. They were even Vil's first security detail. I trust them with my life, and I feel like you can trust them to."
Crowley didn't immediately argue, so you figured that Eric had won that conversation. While Eric continued to sing his praises for the pair of guards, you noticed that same almost empty feeling begging for your attention. What felt first like a longing was slowly becoming an almost hunger that you could ignore for now. Maybe you would have to try even harder to contact Lilia... Luckily for you, you had a doting Crow who called himself your father that could easily travel wherever he wished thanks to the magical mirror.
"Papa Crowley, can you deliver something for me?"
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Lilia sighed as he closed the door to the Dragon's room, hearing the deep snarl from the beast in question. He wasn't discouraged by the growling, more sorrowful for Malleus than anything. After centuries of raising the black-scaled beast, he saw Malleus as a son of sorts and desired to do right by Malleus whenever he could. For as temperamental as Malleus could be, it came from a place of pain.
While Lilia pondered such truths, there was a commotion from ahead of him as several guards approached. In the past, those guards would be doing everything in their power to try and remove Lilia due to him failing Malleus' mother. Now, they held him in high regard due to his existing bond with Malleus and his new flourishing bond with Malleus' betrothed. Not even Maleficent would drive him out now. He was too valuable to lose.
"General Lilia! Your presence is requested in the main hall! The Headmage of Night Raven College has arrived with a letter addressed to you from Lady (Y/n)!"
The simple sound of your name on someone else's lips caused an upheaval of rage from Malleus. No lowly creature should be able to taste your name on their lips without suffering for such insolence all while their Prince is in such agony. A loud and rumbling roar of rage shook the very foundation of Blackscale Castle, the chains binding their future King chiming out their rage while he fought against them.
Good thing the chains were enchanted by Malefica and Maleficent themselves. Otherwise the fragile metal would snap the moment Malleus pulled against them. Nothing short of the power of his ancestors would have been able to hold him as well as they did.
"Quiet!"
Lilia hissed, ushering the guards away from the door where their Prince continued to scream his agony for all to hear. If there were ever a way that Malleus could break free, it would be because of his need to finally lay with you as he desires. Best to not encourage his escape as it would put you and most of the world into immense danger.
"Do not speak her name around Prince Malleus right now. He is pining and pained without his mate, it would simply be cruel to tease him with mention of her."
The guards were quick to bow, scuttling back with Lilia in tow to receive that letter. Lilia knew it was wise of you to not arrive in person, as even he would not be able to stop the Prince from breaking free to see you. Still, he would be lying if he said he didn't want to see you.
Standing disgruntled was the very Crow of Night Raven College, his feathers ruffled and a frown on his face. It was more than obvious that Crowley wanted to get back to your side, feeling unsettled by being away from you for too long. Last Lilia knew when it came to your condition, you were in a deep sleep while your body began the transformation into Dragonhood.
"My Little Bird made me promise not to read the letter or come back without a response, so I need to return soon. Hurry up and read so I can get back to her! I shudder to think what those hyperactive males are considering without me present!"
Lilia didn't even dignify him with a response, taking the letter that you had written as carefully as he could. Your scent was soaked into the parchment and he knew just the Dragon who could benefit from your scent. The letter wasn't very long at all, but the words on it were certainly unsettling to Lilia as his eyes trailed over the page.
Based on what you told him and your own questions, Lilia felt like you were very likely going to enter your own heat. Perhaps this one wouldn't be as strong as a typical Dragon heat and may not need as much soothing, but that is certainly what it was sounding like. The more Dragon you became, the more likely your heat would bother you until the season was over. You were just Dragon enough that it was an annoyance for now. Maybe you wouldn't suffer this season, but it was certainly making itself known to you now.
"And you said she wanted an immediate response?"
"Correct."
Lilia was quick to pen his response, all while ensuring to not get his scent too greatly on your letter. Perhaps Malleus may even attempt to eat something once he got his claws on the letter and got the chance to drink in your scent. So long as he was able to tide himself over, that was really all Lilia wanted.
The older Fae would not tell Malleus about your condition as it would only drive the Dragon even harder to escape. As far as Lilia was concerned, the less Malleus knew about your state, the better. He was certainly in no condition to read your letter, so there was no chance that he would be invigorated by the writing on it. If anything, he would cherish your letter and insist on keeping it close so he could drink in your scent and keep himself calm.
As Lilia was about to return to the morose and dour Dragon, Crowley hesitantly stopped him.
"Though I don't agree with it, my Little Bird sent something else specifically for Mr. Draconia. She said hopefully something with her scent on it would be able to keep him relatively calm while he is sequestered."
Sitting in Crowley's hands was a neatly wrapped package that had been tied with a thick ribbon. The package itself having a paper wrap around it showcasing the soft item it wrapped around. Even though the thought truly gave the Crow a sour taste in his mouth, he wasn't about to disappoint you by returning with the shirt you had so carefully wrapped up.
"Understood. I will give this to Malleus, you can take that back to (Y/n)."
Crowley ruffled at this, not wanting to be told what to do, but willing to do anything for you regardless. While Crowley was led out by the many guards, Lilia made his way back through the winding halls to Malleus. The Dragon was still hissing angrily in his room, even when Lilia returned.
There was something both humbling and upsetting about seeing such a powerful beast chained into place. His wings were shackled. His legs were shackled. His neck was shackled. If his mother could see him in such a severe state of suffering, she would burn the Kingdom to the ground herself.
"I have a gift for you, Malleus."
"..."
"Come now, don't be so surly. (Y/n) sent it herself just for you."
This made the Dragon respond beyond his pitiful low snarls, his head raising fast enough to send the chains rattling in a chorus. His bright green eyes locked onto the smaller Bat Fae intensely. Even his large nostrils began flaring while Lilia unwrapped the package and held it up to the beast.
His pupils- which had been slits prior to that moment- were now blown wide and almost engulfed the green of his eyes. Not even the chains could stop his from burying his nose into the shirt, huffing and drinking down the scent that brought just a moment of clarity to his mind. Where there had once been snarls of frustration and lamentation, the beast now began to purr affectionately as that scent filled his mind.
The simple memories of sitting next to you and watching the night sky. Snuggling up with you tucked safely beneath his wings and in his arms. Feasting upon the divine food you gifted him. Hearing your soft voice hum while you worked, Grim held on your hip even as he fussed. The simple memory of you filling his heart with peace as he settled down, almost lulled into domesticity by your scent alone.
Lilia watched in fascination, hearing those sweet purrs while the beast closed his eyes. You truly brought a peace to Malleus that no other could, and it almost made Lilia feel badly for how intensely he longed for you.
Almost.
You had a big heart and had already selected several as prospective mates, surely you wouldn't mind allowing the old Fae among the ranks? It was a question for another time, perhaps. One he could ask you himself once this winter had passed.
The way they all squeal and scream until the Human acknowledges them and gives them attention would be hilarious if they weren't so loud. The Royal Clutch can typically tell when the Human is in Blackscale Castle based off of their natural bond with the Human and the way Dragon young instinctually tend to hone in on familiar scents/faces/places. They can sense their beloved parent is nearby and they need attention NOW.
Even if the Human just walked through the castle gates, the Royal Clutch know immediately and they are desperate to reunite. They scream, fuss, squeal, whine, cry, and whip up a storm with increasing distress/ferocity the longer it takes to finally see their Human.
Malleus is both overjoyed and jealous. He is well and good enough to the hatchlings, but he is just not the Human. He doesn't have that same addiction soothing properties their beloved Human has and they know Papa is always going to be around. Given the Human has such a broad family to attend to, the little ones know all too well that their time is short, so they snuggle as much as possible. Malleus' feelings and desire for snuggles/intimacy be damned, the Royal Clutch will not be releasing their little tyrannical grasps any time soon.
So I just learn something and had a question related to the little baby bat Selene! I found out Milk is in a way filtered blood just without the all the iron. So would the humans milk actually be also a good substitute for them instead of blood?
It can be her primary food, as it does have a lot of benefits for her to have, but there will need to be some blood supplements here and there. She is only half Vampire Bat Fae, so she doesn't need nearly as much blood as her father- or as often- but she does need it occasionally. For most of her first year of life, she only really needs blood shortly after her birth.
She will need increasing amounts of blood as she ages, but she still will need significantly less blood compared to a full blooded Vampire Bat. This is also a good thing because she will really only accept the Human's blood or Malleus' blood. She is very particular when it comes to what blood she will accept. She loves the Human's blood and would always want that over anything else. She got Malleus' blood shortly after her birth, so she has a taste for it, but she would still prefer the Human's blood instead.
What does rooks special broom look like? Is it meant for large species in general, or large driders?
I’m picturing a very wide plank of wood with straw on one end to make it a broom by technicality, but looks more like a watercolour brush
Technically, this is very close! They need a wider base of the broom to hold their larger bodies. Usually, most of the brooms have greater padding and built in seats so the larger species can actually settle on them and be supported.
It gets harder for the Taur species as their bodies are harder to manipulate onto a broom, even with a wider base where their body lays. For the Taur species, it is more of a harness that they strap themselves into to hold the broom to their body without straining their legs.
Driders are more capable of curling their legs to hold the broom, so they don't need to be strapped in the same way Taur species do.
Will the Human eventually have a just-as-painful Season?
Once the Human is a full Dragon (only their mind is left mostly Human), they will absolutely have a rather painful season if they do not mate. The season and who they want for it does depend on their pre-existing interests in those around them and who their Dragon brain wants.
They may choose Malleus because he is also in his season and he is desperate to mate. They may choose one of the other Harem members- such as Vil- because they see him as a pretty jewel to be enjoyed and savored. It is all up to their Human brain and Dragon instincts to decide who it is they want with them.
Humans Are Extinct Yandere TWST x Fem Reader Monster AU pt 106
Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, multiple yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, competing yandere, fem reader, monster AU, mention of adult situations, mention of beastly behavior,
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"Where's my baby bird!?"
You sighed, still barely stitched into the clothes that still held to your figure with carefully placed pins. You knew the angry cawing of Crowley damn near anywhere and he was certainly heated. Despite your frustration with him, he was stressed for a good reason and you knew it. Just the sheer number of stalkers you had was enough to make anyone nervous or worry.
"Busy getting dressed!"
You shouted through the curtains as you waited patiently for the woman working with Vil to finish stitching. She was a lovely poodle looking werewolf with almost pale periwinkle fur, her clawed hands incredibly nimble as she focused on her task. Even the other ladies around you seemed content to focus on their work, not concerning themselves with the angry crow who continued to squawk and hiss.
"Are you safe in there? Is everything okay?"
The concerned voice of Eric Venue spoke up, making you realize that the pair must have come to some kind of agreement regarding your safety. Maybe just realizing that you, Vil, and Clay had disappeared united them in their efforts to find you. Whatever the case, you knew that you would have to work to calm the two males who felt more than a little responsible for your wellbeing.
Even as you considered what you would say to the pair, the ever present reality of your life hung over you. Your life had been changing in drastic ways ever since you fell into this world and you have been barely hanging on as things stood. Now, you had your impending transformation hanging over you and the rapidly closing door of your freedom to contend with. Though pushing it away helped, you knew you couldn't push it off forever.
Regardless of if you wanted it or not, reality was not going to sit idly by and let you ignore it forever.
As you tried to calm yourself and take a few breaths, you vaguely felt an odd an insistent sensation in the back of your mind. A kind of pride that made you feel almost elated that so many were fighting over you. You could have the pick of anyone you could possibly want, and all you really had to be concerned about was Overblots from those who adored you. Despite your own dislike for the way the males chased you, that pride stubbornly persisted.
Could it be the transformation causing this change in you? Perhaps you were going to have to contend with more and more Dragon instincts the further your transformation took place. Despite how generally distressing it was to know you were changing due to something outside of your control, something kept you unusually calm despite it all. Was it the Dragon instincts quelling and quieting your own Human instincts and worries? Was it whatever that soul binding was that Malleus had been doing before you made him stop?
... Were you going into heat?
"May I come in, Little Bird?"
"No? I am barely pinned into my clothes and they are being hand sewn onto me at the moment."
"... Do you have at least one guard with you in the dressing room?"
"Yes. Vil is here."
The Crow sighed and you easily could imagine how deflated he had likely become at your refusal to his presence. You were well aware that Crowley had decided he would be your protector and guard regardless of if you wanted him to be. As overbearing as he could be when around you and when it came to your safety, he was at least trying to respect your autonomy. If this were when you first met him, he would have happily walked in regardless of if you were in a state of undress.
Part of you wondered if Crowley was unhappy because Vil was with you behind closed curtains, but it wasn't as if Vil hadn't seen this much of you before. He had been the primary instrument for creating your clothing and had quite literally created clothes around you. Vil, Rook, and Divus had seen more of your body than anyone else had due to literally designing your clothes and fitting them onto you. At least those three were always professional- minus Rook's fascination with your feet- any time they worked on making you clothes.
Though you could tell the ladies working with Vil were interested in you, it had yet to go beyond longing glances and lingering touches. Odds are they were intimidated by Vil who kept a close eye on them and you to ensure nothing untoward happened. For as beautiful as Vil was, he was clearly rather intimidating given the way everyone did as he said and obeyed his commands readily. Maybe he had even gone as far as to threaten them to make sure they behaved around you?
You certainly wouldn't argue against having a little extra protection regardless of why you needed to be protected. So long as they kept their hands in respectable places and didn't take advantage, you were content to allow your guards their moment in the sun. It still weighed on your mind to know that they were putting themselves in harm's way for you, but it was technically by choice. Granted, your aura didn't actually let them choose, but they believed it was their decision, so who were you to argue?
As you did what you could to stand still while your clothes were literally stitched around you, your mind wandered off to elsewhere. The thrum in your chest longed for something- or someone- and you wanted to know who or what it was. Somewhere deep in your mind, the howling of wind and the chill of frosty air danced in your mind. Far beyond your hearing, but still somewhere deep in your mind, there was the low roll of thunder.
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Skittering paws clicked against the cobblestone beneath the lovely Drider as he navigated the unusual city. He was more accustomed to the slow pace of smaller cities or villages, even the quiet of the woods as he hunted. Maquillaville was a buzzing metropolis of sound and chaos around him. Though the blond Drider had literally flown in on his own unique broom built for larger species, he was more than a little uncertain navigating the city.
His boon companion had happily sent the location of the boutique he and that lovely (Y/n) were currently in as Rook arrived. However, Rook had to navigate the city first to find this tucked away location. There was a kind of giddiness bubbling in his chest as he tried to navigate the buildings, his claws allowing him to go up onto buildings to circumvent the crowds.
Just the thought of being able to snuggle up once more with that lovely Human had his two hearts fluttering. Rook was no fool, however. He knew that he had bonded quickly with the beloved Human and that he was given greater grace than the others. In all he worked to achieve, he knew his position was contested by all of those around him. Even his beloved Vil Schöenheit was competition and trying to get the same prize they all wanted.
Your affections and the simple fact you were willing to help him during his rut only solidified your place in his heart. It had once been a rather even ranking between Vil and Neige, but you flew past them in a way he hadn't expected. It was no longer a contest for first in his heart, you won that hands down. If you asked- it would absolutely destroy him- but he would even kill his beauties for you.
As Rook finally came across the building in question, he felt relief flood his system. Last he saw you, you were surrounded by Dragons and looked to be a step away from death. He longed to see your smile and feel your affectionate touch against his skin once more. The longing burned in his very body and flooded his mind with images of you and the simple comfort of being snuggled up with you on those chilly evenings.
He would never admit to it- not until he was your mate, at least- but you occupied over 70% of his thoughts. Those thoughts were not all innocent, but he felt like he was somehow dirtying you whenever he did have impure thoughts about you. As far as Rook was concerned, you were an untouchable beauty that he could only ever hope to imagine himself with.
Truly, there was no greater image of beauty and grace that could compare to what he was treated to witnessing. The sight of you gently stroking over his aching length as he mewled and whimpered for more. Seeing how easily his cum had decorated your soft breasts and marked you with his scent. Even the way you had so graciously allowed him to hold your soft little paws- feet, he corrected himself- sent him into a frenzy. Nothing could compare to your beauty in that moment. That image had burned itself into his starved mind and he would have it no other way. Just even recalling the feel of your touch made Rook pause to collect himself.
How could he get so worked up like this? He refused to let you see him staring after you in such a way that it made you uncomfortable. Rook would sooner set himself alight and willingly burn before he allowed himself to truly make you uncomfortable around him.
When he finally managed to relax himself and come back to his own mind, he pushed through the doors into the well-known and high-end shop. Only those with the same renown as Vil could even hope to enter, let alone purchase something from the store. Rook felt almost giddy to even walk into the shop.
"Excusez-moi."
As he entered the shop, he found four familiar faces, but three of them he had not expected to see. The ever lovely Fae Crow who ruled over the school was pouting with his arms crossed and perched on one of the plush chairs. Clay- one of Rook's idols and who he used to measure his own skill- stood with his back to what could only be a changing room, watching closely as the Drider entered. On either side of the Sasquatch stood two beautiful and famous faces. Neige stood happily humming to himself, trying to keep himself occupied with the stitching in his shirt. On the other side- regal, beautiful, and proud- stood the famed Eric Venue with his crest raised and a calm expression as he scrolled through his phone.
Rook had expected Eric, having met the handsome Peacock Harpy before this moment when he traveled with Vil, but the others were a surprise. He certainly wasn't displeased that his hero and two of his beauties had joined the group, but the presence of Crowley did raise his suspicions. Truly his primary worry was you and how you were faring.
"Rook, are you here yet?"
"Oui, roi du Poison?"
"Come help me with his hem."
At the behest of Vil, Rook approached the dressing room where the Harpy had called. Clay was content to move and allow the Drider in, familiar with the intensely strong moral compass that the young Hunter had. Surprisingly, it was Neige who took longer to move, but in the end the Harpy did eventually relent.
As Rook entered the fitting room, he was stunned in place when he saw what awaited him. Stood in what was akin to a halo of light, you turned to glance at Rook over your shoulder. The colors you wore reminded Rook so strongly of Vil and the way the fabric hugged your body nearly made the Drider swoon. Your soft flesh so teasingly exposed around your neck, leaving him almost breathless. Everything about your appearance had Rook trying to choke down his sudden hunger for you. What he wouldn't give to be back in that room, feeling your lovely hands squeezing and rubbing him so well.
"O-oh, je m'excuse! I did not expect mon Trickster to look so divine. Truly, your eye for fashion knows no limits, beautiful Vil!"
You chuckled at this, the sound musical to the starving Drider who longed for your affections and attentions. Clearly, you had relaxed quite a bit around the Drider as you turned to look ahead of you again, watching him in the mirror. He wanted to melt into you and wrap his entire body around you, spinning a web of beauty that could only hope to hold a candle to the radiance of your smile.
"It's nothing you haven't seen before, Rook. If anything, you've seen a lot more of me than the others have."
Vil somewhat glared jealously at Rook, huffing somewhat as his feathers ruffled around his neck. He could tolerate a lot and he enjoyed the company of Rook more than others, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be annoyed at your closeness. At least the two of you were close with him as well, soothing that sting somewhat.
While the pair began to work quickly at finishing the hem, you relaxed just a little bit more now that familiar faces surrounded you.
So long as you could keep your guards bolstered and keep them with you, perhaps this winter wouldn't be awful. As you relaxed, the sudden feeling of longing demanded your attention again. Maybe you would have to try to reach Lilia and ask him your questions if you could. Odds are, Malleus would become unhinged if you showed up during his season. This meant you would have to figure out a way to contact Lilia without getting close to Malleus.
especially without their permission, because how disrespectful can you be towards the creator if you're gonna make a bot of their character when they DID NOT WANT THAT
DO NOT take an artist's artwork and use them for a c.ai bot
its extremely disrespectful and downright disgusting behavior
Again, DO NOT PUT MY OCs IN YOUR DAMN AI. I HAVE ALREADY SAID NO, STOP ASKING AND DON'T GO BEHIND MY BACK JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A PETULANT BRAT WHO PANICS AT THE WORD NO.
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 105
(Unlike Vil, Neige does not pluck his facial feathers. Despite the feathers, he is still seen as young and immature due to his more rounded face. Also unlike Vil, Neige does not have as much feather coverage on his arms, only adding to his perceived youth.)
Warnings; yandere, yandere au, monster au, fem reader, yandere behavior, multiple yandere, competing yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, Harpies galore, Hellcat, Sasquatch, mention of Drider
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"Pretty sure we have a follower."
You glanced over your shoulder to see the dutiful Sasquatch following you and Vil as you both moved through the city. As of yet, you had not been accosted by Paparazzi, but you figured they were lying in wait somewhere nearby. If not to get a picture of Vil, than to get a photo of you while you are visiting Maquillaville.
The lack of obsessed beasts approaching you did put you on guard, however. Even when you had gone to the Coral Kingdom- or even Fleur City- countless creatures couldn't help but approach you and speak to you. Perhaps it was because you were in a city actively setting up for a celebration of some kind. Countless folks were caught up in their own world, but you also knew that there were many who cast you and Vil curious glances.
Despite the lack of activity around you, it was clear you, Vil, and even Clay, were standing on guard.
As you walked with Vil, Grim snuggled safely in your arms, you barely had enough time to react when a feathered shape darted out at you. Vil reacted long before you did, using his wing to slap back the shape that had so carelessly tried to approach you. It wasn't until the feathered mass began cooing in confusion that you realized who the creature was.
With his feathers ruffled and a vaguely confused expression on his sweet face, Neige tried to orient himself before standing. His feathers were somewhat out of place and he was certainly fairly ruffled despite the way that he smiled at you and almost fell over himself getting up. He couldn't even help himself as he started cooing and lifted his wings to try and shield or hug you with them.
"(Y/n)! I didn't know you would be visiting! This is wonderful, I'm so happy to see you here!"
"Hey, Neige! What are you doing here? Thought you'd be home for the winter."
The Harpy giggled a short and chirpy sound as those large brown eyes stared at you affectionately. His porcelain-like skin dusted a delicate pink as he continued that warbling coo deep in his throat. You allowed him to cuddle into you, his wings fluttering as he snuggled into your shoulder, careful to not disrupt Grim in his affectionate behavior.
"I live here with my family! We used to live in a cottage in the woods before I started acting. Our home is still pretty out of the way, but I still like to come into town. Besides, with the Winter Film Festival, it's kind of expected for me to show up to a few of the events."
As you and Neige talked, you didn't see the way Vil's feathers had ruffled nor the glare on his face as he stared down the rival Harpy. True, he knew he was in a better spot with you than Neige was- proudly wearing his title as one of your prospective mates- but he still felt the pit of jealousy in his stomach. That pit only worsened as Neige hugged you fully, his smile coming across as smug when he glanced up at Vil from where he nuzzled your shoulder.
Unlike Vil, Grim was thrilled to see Neige, wriggling in your arms as he reached his little paws out to the Dove. Grim liked Neige quite a bit as the Harpy didn't mind when Grim jumped on him or played with his feathers. He certainly knew Neige would play with him where Vil would likely refuse to let his feathers be used for pouncing practice.
"Well, I am happy to see you! Maybe I can meet your family sometime?"
"For sure! Grum and Hop are the only ones home this week, but the others should be back soon! Right now they're out traveling."
"Aww, that's wonderful! Are they going anywhere fun?"
As you and Neige talked away, it was clear the presence of the two males was beginning to draw attention to your little group. It was known that Vil and Neige worked rather closely on movies, and also known that Vil had a chip on his shoulder when it came to Neige. The two males hanging out together and showering you with affection certainly drew more than a little bit of attention to your group. Simple visitors for the Film Festival and even several well-known actors clearly had an interest in the small gathering.
Clay kept a close eye on those that were lingering more than a glance, his hand resting on his crossbow in a clear gesture of warning. A few heeded the silent threat, but some simply ignored the untrusting gaze of the Sasquatch. How many of them could honestly say they saw Vil and Neige together? Even beyond just the two male Harpies, your face was as well known- if not more known- as the pair of actors. The group was certainly star-studded, so no doubt there would be plenty of beasts eager to interrupt.
"Actually, I was hoping you would be willing to be my date for one of the days during the actual Festival? I'm going to a few private screenings, and they gave me a plus one-"
"Absolutely not."
Vil hissed, his wings flaring out to the side as he glared at the sweet Harpy who was still hanging off of you. There were many things that Vil could tolerate- letting Neige hug you, letting him talk to you, letting him cuddle you- but Vil downright refused to allow anyone, especially Neige, to take his place as your date. A deep and indignant croak escaped the lovely Harpy as he quickly shoved the sweet little Dove away from you. He was not about to tolerate such a blatant offense.
"Did you honestly think I would stand idly by while you attempt to steal my mate? As if!"
The way Vil raised his voice and began loudly squawking in anger began to draw attention, many people staring on curiously. Neige practically folded in on himself, his wings folding around himself as he pouted and tried to avoid meeting the more colorful male's challenge. Where you wanted to interject and keep them from fighting, you felt it was important to Vil to be able to make his point. You didn't have many strong feelings for or against Neige, so hopefully Vil would be able to make Neige back down.
"Did you hear that?"
"Vil Schöenheit has a mate!"
"Is that the Human?"
"Are they actually together?"
"Don't they make such a cute couple?"
You tried to ignore the group as they all began making comments. A few people even got out their phones, so you were quick to turn away from the group to not get any clear pictures. It was at this clear sign of discomfort from you that Clay stepped in. He quickly joined the group and used his own broad shoulder to shield you from photos, glaring out at the onlookers with a deep frown. Apparently, this was enough to make several onlookers scatter, not wanting to tangle with the well known Ape-man.
Where you knew Clay was well known among certain groups- Deuce being an avid fan-boy of the Ape- you also didn't know the full extent of his renown. As you allowed the male to stand over you and shield you, it was clear Vil and Neige took notice of your discomfort. The pair was quick to break off from their scrap- Neige being faster to disengage than Vil- before joining Clay to glare at the group.
Those onlookers quickly made themselves scarce now that they had been caught, a few hidden beasts even scampering out of the bushes with their cameras in hand. Clearly, you had given these beasts far too much credit to think they weren't stalking you. Obviously, these were a tier above your usual stalkers and actually bothered to hide themselves instead of being blatant. As they ran, Vil was quick to usher all of you into a nearby building. Where you didn't believe he intended to being Neige, that was simply how it played out in the end.
"I was hoping it would just be the two of us... But I guess more protection couldn't hurt. I may even see if Rook is willing to fly down to join us. I'm sure he would be quick to agree."
"Rook can fly?"
"Not with wings, Peahen, be sensible! Rook is very skilled in flight magic and has plenty of stamina to make the trip with no issue."
"... So does he fly on a broom, or-?"
~•§•~
Deep in the lush lands of Briar Valley, many a concerned gaze turned towards the castle upon the mountain. It had not stopped thundering and storming since their beloved Prince had returned from his schooling for the season. They all knew the cause of his temper and that he was actively yearning for his beloved.
Most of their hearts were breaking to know their Prince was being denied his mate. Not only was it unfair to Malleus, but it was downright cruel from the standpoint of any respectable Fae. Day Fae or Night Fae, the idea that anyone being denied someone they so clearly adored made their hearts hurt.
Clearly, their Prince agreed with their sorrow.
As the blizzard raged and the newly mated pairs cuddle together for warmth, their Draconic Prince continued his lament. The deep roll of thunder couldn't even begin to compare to the long and mournful cries of the Dragon. Every lasting wail only emphasized the storm that continued to rage on above them.
Malleus had nearly torn the chains from the wall many a time, only the other Dragons- plus Lilia- could even hope to approach Malleus as he was. All others were either singed by flames or actively being treated for severe burns by the royal doctor.
"How are we doing, Malleus? I see you haven't even touched your food yet."
"..."
"Nothing to say?"
Lilia knew he was only safe thanks to how highly Malleus viewed him. Were he any other Fae, the Dragon would be actively spitting fire at him. He had even gone as far as snarling at his Grandmother and Great-grandmother when the flames didn't touch the other Dragons. The Bat was really the only one who Malleus would tolerate with limited fuss.
There was still fuss from him, just less so.
"... Longing."
"Longing?"
"I long for my Treasure... Her scent... Her touch..!"
The wailing began again as Malleus clawed into the stone beneath him, flames erupting from his throat. Lilia knew Malleus was yearning with pure unbridled desire. His mother- Maleanor- had been much the same when it came to her season, but she never had to be chained up the way Malleus was. If she could only see the state her poor son was in now...
She would free him herself.
"Soon, Malleus. You can see her soon. Who knows, she may even have an impressive set of horns when you get to see her next!"
Clearly this was not the thing to say to the Dragon, as the beast began to rage and yank on his chains from the thought alone. Lilia could only duck beneath the swinging chains as the Dragon rampaged and roared, doing what he could to break free and find you. Clearly, Lilia shouldn't be bringing up your horns around Malleus while he was in his season.
~•§•~
"So, remind me again what this is?"
"It is officially known as couture. Of course, I wasn't going to let them be alone with you during this fitting, but I figured you would enjoy the selection and some high-end clothes for our time during the Film Festival."
"I see... Did you intentionally request fabrics that matched your feather train?"
Vil flushed a deep pink at this, helping the various seamstresses pin the dress in place on you. He was very careful not to poke you with the pins and made it clear he would not tolerate you being poked by any of the others as he worked. Clearly, Vil had selected those colors in particular to claim you in a sense. The clothes were all familiar colors- as they could be easily found within Vil's feathers- and they were made of incredibly comfortable fabrics.
"Well, I figured we would be going to the events together, so we could be a good pair..."
"They're lovely, Vil, I'm just teasing you."
You giggled at Vil's almost bashful behavior, watching Grim playing with a string of pearls nearby. For as interested as the tailors were in you, they absolutely melted and fussed over Grim. Despite his scars and his clearly damaged eye, the group adored him and were keen to play with him. It certainly didn't bother you to see him getting to play, knowing that none of them could escape with him even if they wanted to.
Neige and Clay were stationed outside of the dressing room in the off chance you needed help or someone tried to escape with little Grim. Vil also made certain to tell you that Rook would be arriving shortly as well, having sent a message to the Drider requesting his attendance. In fact, Rook's arrival might even give you a chance to smooth things over with Vil and Neige.
"Vil?"
"Yes, Peahen?"
"Can we add Neige to our little group for the Film Festival?"
"Well," the Harpy curled his lip ever so slightly at the idea, "what purpose would we have for him?"
"If Rook is attending and you only get a singular plus one, he can be Neige's date? I know his feelings about you and I, but it would be improper to invite him yet not bring him to the events, don't you think? That way I can have more guards on hand, and that frees up your father's plus one for Clay or Crowley."
"... I see where you are coming from, I just worry Neige will take it as acceptance of his clear attracted behavior towards you. Even a fool can see how much that ugly little potato adores you."
"Don't be mean, Vil."
"I'm not being mean. I'm stating a fact. His feathers are such drab colors and he behaves far too childish for anyone to take seriously. He is an ugly little feathered potato."
Of course Vil would dislike Neige and call him such cruel things. He saw a rival in Neige and viewed the other Harpy as a direct contender for his position in the film industry and in his everyday life around you. On top of the way Vil felt pitted against Neige, Vil was a colorful bird species that valued such extravagance above all else when it came to the males. Neige was subjectively less valuable of a mate than Vil was in the eyes of Harpies. You found Neige to be more cute and Vil to be more beautiful, but you would never tell either of them that.
... Not yet, at least.
No need to make the males fight over your affections any more than they already did. As you continued to ponder and Vil fluffed with pride- pleased you didn't argue with him further about Neige- a sudden slam of a door nearly made you jump in surprise.
