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…so Malleus’s grandgrandma and grandma spoke with eachother and they said that the human would soon ‘see things their way’. What did she mean by that?
Also, a question that followed in my mind soon after i read those words, i became curious_ do luck dragons behave the same dragons do? I was under the impression they weren’t really like dragons in general. Not possessive. Not really.
Spoilers for chapter 100+
First question has been answered.
Second question:
Luck Dragons are similar but different from Night Fae Dragons.
Night Fae Dragons see others as possessions or pests depending on their personal feelings for the individual. Favored individuals are seen as property, something to own and protect. Others are seen as pests to be eradicated. Basically, they see all other living creatures as either domesticated livestock, or wild game. Night Fae Dragons tend to make living Hoards and non-living Hoards. The little creatures that scurry around their claws are to be ignored or crushed if a sufficient nuisance.
Luck Dragons see things differently. They do get possessive of those they consider close, making their own pseudo-Hoard out of treasured individuals. Luck Dragons tend to hoard wealth over living creatures. They see those they are close to as extensions of themselves, akin to a limb. They will viciously protect their limbs from outside harm. Luck Dragons also tend to be far more lax, so long as they know their treasured individuals are safe. Basically: do as you please, but check in before going somewhere. Individuals they don't treasure are not seen as nuisances or pests to be destroyed, but they do not get a free pass to cause harm either.
Hello, good evening. I just finished reading chapter 100 and I have a few questions. If it's not a spoiler, could you answer them for me? Regarding the human, can we say that she is a human who isn't entirely human because of the influence of Malleus' magic? Since she probably kept her selkie skin because of his magic? Also, if we consider that she possesses the "powers" of the luck dragon, wouldn't that make her a kind of hybrid? And how would the other children (besides Malleus' children, who already possess draconic traits) be affected by the luck dragon? I apologize if the questions are silly, but I've been thinking about this :)
Spoilers for chapter 100+
The Human is now technically a Human-Dragon Hybrid thanks to Fortuna literally passing on her essence and magic to the Human. This is known as choosing a "soul successor" by transferring will, magic, and the equivalent of their soul onto a living creature. Fortuna has basically fused her soul with the Human. Because Dragon genes are stronger than most, the Human is gradually changing into a Dragon. If the transformation completes, she will basically be a Human soul in a Dragon body.
As far as Malleus' magic is concerned, there is no hybrid piece. It is more like a magical shield that covers the Human and keeps them safe. The ritual Malleus is using is a soul binding ritual. It- in the most basic sense- attunes magic energy to the subject of the ritual's soul and starts to effectively stitch the caster's soul and the subject's soul together permanently. This "stitching" cannot be undone and takes immense concentration and time. He was at least a few months into tying their souls, so it created a lasting shield that kept incompatible magic from ripping the Human apart.
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 103
Warnings; yandere, Yandere behavior, possessive yandere, temperamental yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, competing yandere, fem reader, monster AU, mention of adult situations, mention of adult scenarios, descriptive language, chains, Shinigami, Hellcats, Dragon, Harpies, Sasquatch
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You carried Grim through the buildings of this unusual city, mostly unguarded beyond the Sasquatch who quietly followed your every step. He gave you some space while you tried to keep yourself busy, waiting for Vil to text you back about whatever accommodations he was setting up for you. The Harpy insisted on having a few hours to prepare for your arrival, clearly sounding excited over the phone when you asked him if he would be willing to host you.
Now that left you with nothing to do other than explore and search for Hades. The elder Shinigami had been uncharacteristically quiet and you wanted to get to the heart of the matter. For as much as you wanted to rave at the sky and scream the unfairness of your endless plight, it would do nothing other than upset the emotionally fragile beasts that snapped at your heels. You had to be calm and collected, even when you felt like crying. The alternative may very well end in your death if you weren't careful.
Most of the buildings on the island were vacant, holding only memories of those that used to live there. Countless Humans passed through this land before you, and now their voices had been silenced. All that remained were the lonely echoed memories of a place that didn't want to be remembered.
Humanity had tried and failed to thrive in this world, ripped to pieces by beasts that couldn't help themselves. If you were forced to stay against your will, could you really consider it ethical to bring more Humans into such a world? A world that would destroy them the same way it had tried to destroy you.
As you quietly pondered to yourself, you began to notice a blue light among the dilapidated buildings. That same gentle blue the Shinigami had for hair.
Rounding the corner, you cane across a rather secluded little spot tucked away among the mostly abandoned city. A serene lake sat surrounded by various fruit bearing trees, embraced along the bank by various reeds and water flowers. Honestly, it was a beautiful little place.
Sitting alone on the far shore was the elder, his gaze on the water. His bright yellow irises were clouded over with a thousand-yard stare that almost made it seem as if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. You knew he was an older male, but it never really occurred to you how old he may be or how much he has lost. He was known as the protector of Humanity and he had lost all of his Humans. Where Humans weren't pets and shouldn't be treated as such, he still lost countless of those he cared for and it almost killed him.
"Papa Hades?"
Your voice snapped the elder to attention, his gaze lifting from the water to you as you approached. There was a tired warmth in his eyes as he invited you to sit with him during his contemplative silence. Only the smallest of smiles pulled at his lips while you settled next to him.
Grim was quick to climb out of your lap and into the lap of the elder, stretching his paws out as he snuggled down. Hades took the intrusion from the little Feline in stride, petting his little forehead ever so gently. For such a large an imposing male, he seemed to have a rather gentle heart. Even when he could have forcibly taken you away from Night Raven College, he waited to let you choose what you wanted to do. He could have been an awful person to you if he wanted to be.
"Did you need something, Little One?"
"Actually... I wanted to talk to you about... About what happened."
"I'm not angry, if that is what you fear."
"No, I just... I..."
You were struggling to find the right words to speak with him, feeling like a naughty child under the gaze of the elder. For all the trouble you had experienced since falling into this world, Hades had rarely been a source of conflict for you. He cooked. He cleaned. He stood at your side against those who wished to hurt you. He did so much for your benefit and didn't ask for much of anything in return. He spoiled you.
"They asked me to not tell you about them. They have found peace in choosing where their spirits wander and didn't wish to be forced to do anything by anyone... I wanted to respect their wishes."
"I don't blame you for not being forthcoming with me, Little One. You know all beasts suffer an addiction to your kind, and I was not always forthcoming with you. Truly, I am not surprised you would trust the spirits of Humanity over me. Young Clay has remarked on it before, but you truly are a crafty little thing. You know when to grant or withhold affection to get the responses you want. You have navigated countless delicate feelings and instinctual behavior as if you have been doing so for years. There is so much you do that impresses me."
"... Papa Hades, I want to go home."
"We can send you back to Night Raven-"
"No. I want to go home. To my home. I want to see my friends. I want to see my family. I want to go home to my pets. I want to go home... But I can't."
A moment of silence passed as you looked down at your hands, feeling the lump forming in your throat while you spoke to the ancient man. You didn't often speak of your home, nor did you express your wishes to the males that obsessed over you beyond the few moments you voiced your true wishes. Not even Hades could deny the way your pained voice stabbed at his heart.
The elder knew you wanted to go to your true home. He knew you didn't see this world as your home and he certainly didn't blame you for wanting to leave. It broke his heart to keep you here when you were clearly so unhappy, but it hurt even more to think of never seeing you again. Truthfully, he had only survived this long after his Humans died because his family needed him. How could he survive losing Humanity for a second time?
"... I have already sworn to assist you if I can, but I cannot be false with you and say I want you to leave. Long have I contemplated what I would do should we find a passage back to your world. I wondered if I should go with you and spend my final days among your kind. I wondered if I could convince you to let me research your womb before you go to bring Humans back here. I wondered if I could ask the Humans where you live to return with me. I wondered if it was more ethical to just let myself die off without the comfort of Humanity. None of my options are easy ones. Still, I will help you return, if I can."
Part of you wanted to divulge everything you knew to the kind and gentle elder. A stronger side of you knew better than to reveal all you knew. No, what you had to do was pick and choose your response carefully and see how he took it.
"The spirits have been looking for a way to get me home ever since I first spoke to them. They think they have found a way- though they aren't certain- and it is close to Night Raven College."
"That is wonderful news, Little One. Where is it?"
"... In the den of the Human-turned-Bear Mor'du."
"..."
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The chains faintly rattled while the great beast settled into his binds. Burning green eyes smoldered in the darkness of the room as shadowed scales shined in the low light. The fragmented shards of his mind tried to hold a singular image in place. It was the only comfort he could call upon in his time of isolation.
For all he had endured- every moment spent alone and longing for the company of others- there was no agony greater than the pain running in his soul at that moment. Every movement and touch only brought burning pain that stabbed into his flesh beneath his armored scales. Even the regal crown of horns atop his head felt like iron spikes driven into the sensitive and fragile brain held within. His very bones ached with a constant throb, pushing against the backs of his eyes as if they would pop out from the pressure alone.
Within his mind's eye, he kept his most beloved and cherished treasure held captive. That soft form and even softer smile soothing the burning ache in his very being. It was the only comfort the beast could find against the cruel weight of the chains that bound him.
Somewhere in the Dragon's mind, he knew that he was the one who requested such a cruelty be enacted upon himself. It was the only thing that could keep him respectful of his beloved's wishes. He knew his most precious treasure was struggling with the gradual change taking place within them, and soon his beloved would be a Dragon like him.
The simple thought of his precious jewel, his beloved treasure, as a Dragon shattered any sense of control the beast had over himself.
Outside of Blackscale Castle, anguished roars of agony shook the very foundation as lightning split the very sky in two. Each roar more agonized than the last. The very sky reflected the pain and anguish that the beloved Prince was enduring bring forced to stay away from his precious mate.
Not even the usual merriment of the Winter Celebration kicking off could break through the worry all Night Fae held in their hearts for their cherished Prince. To think they were enjoying the start of their most prolific season while their Prince had to be chained and kept away from his beloved. Just the thought of their Prince suffering had soured the mood considerably.
A long and wailing lament began from the Castle, the Dragon crying out his loneliness as he longed for the company of his mate. Low mournful calls accompanied by repeated lightning flashes became a constant background to the merry-making of the common Fae folk. Each sustained and keening vocalization echoing the lasting sorrow of the great and scaled beast.
Malleus could feel the tears before they fell, burning trails down his face as he tried again to distract himself with thoughts of you.
This time, it was a peaceful scene where he sat by your side looking over Briar Valley. Your skin looked almost ethereal in the moonlight and it felt so right to have you laying in his arms. Behind the two of you sat a large bassinet with a beautiful egg- maybe even eggs- eagerly soaking up all the love and magic you two had to offer. Your lovely horns shining in the moonlight an ever haunting gold color as he traced the flowing notes that decorated them. Not even the silvery moon could outshine that which stood so proudly on your skull.
Everything was perfect.
A sudden bolt of agony ripped through the beast, like a pressure in his hips that threatened to burst his stomach open and spill his organs onto the ground. It was enough to shatter that absent fantasy into millions of pieces, leaving the beast screaming out harshly enough that his throat burned. He pulled against the chains, slamming his large head into the stones beneath him just to try and distract himself from that pressure. Even the pain of the stones did little to let the beast ignore the suffering searing through the rest of his body.
There was nothing that could be done to soothe the Dragon. Nothing other than offering you over to him. You had personally made it clear you did not wish to satisfy any carnal cravings until you were comfortable and he had longed to respect that. Now, blinded by pain and desire, he could scantly remember that he had agreed to this and personally begged his ancestors to chain him themselves.
His roars uselessly echoing in the uncaring night all while the pain poisoned him from the inside out.
~•§•~
"Are you ready, Little One?"
"As ready as I can be."
You sighed, looking out over the mirror in front of you. Crowley had been keen to ensure you were prepared and safe to leave, even having Hades check you for the fifth time to make certain. Once cleared, he nervously hopped around you and continued his cawing. Though Clay was going with you, it didn't really sit right with Crowley. How could he call himself a good father if he blindly trusted those young men to keep their talons and claws off of you.
"Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
"I have decided I will also be going with you! I have been shirking my duties as your guardian and papa. I simply cannot allow it to continue!"
You really didn't know why the Crow was so distressed over the idea of you leaving without him, but it clearly brought him some level of comfort to be near you. Besides, Crowley was technically your third strongest guard. Hades followed by Malleus were your two strongest, but Crowley was a fair third somewhere with Lilia. Where you didn't know his full strength, you did know that he was strong enough to get the others to fall in line.
That had to count for something.
"If you want... But don't think that means you can order me around as desired."
"I understand. I will certain be making sure those misbehaved ruffians keep their hands in respectable places, however! I know my students, and I know they are all sneaky and underhanded."
Crowley was quick to join you as he sent a quick message on his phone and the mirror began to shimmer. Part of you had wanted to use public transportation instead of the magic of the mirror, but you understood how that was a bad idea. Most widely available ways to travel would mean you are exposed to more people, and more beasts are exposed to the addiction your very soul carries. It was for the greater good and your own good to limit your exposure to the masses.
Unlike the other times you have visited a separate country or Kingdom, you went first into the mirror. It was safe for you to do this because apparently the mirror was supposed to drop you off right inside Vil's very home. All the other times you had to make a public appearance before entering safety, this time you were immediately dropped of in a safe location right off the bat.
It was disorienting to go from the darkened halls only illuminated by the blue flames of the dead into the well-lit and lavish home of the famed Harpy actor. The home itself had many white and gold accents along the architecture, the furniture clearly plush and expensive. Everything you saw gave off an air of elegance that was hard to find an equal to. Perhaps the times you had seen inside Pomefiore could bring a similar impression, but even the lavish dorm was old-hat in comparison.
Standing before you- clearly having posed himself and eagerly awaiting your arrival- was Vil. He wore a beautiful and somewhat loose purple top with gold accents. His pants were black with a flared leg cut. He was not wearing shoes at that moment, instead allowing his bird-feet to be exposed. Those light blond- near white- tresses were loose around his head, but clearly freshly washed. His outfit had a casual air to it which juxtaposed the obvious effort he had put in to being presentable.
The Harpy himself stood leaning against one of those plush couches, almost leaning back as if to give the illusion of laying down casually. His hand was up to sweep his hair out of his eyes, but he was clearly dragging out the motion. Vil obviously was trying to catch your eye and entice you to his side with his casual efforts.
Standing with a bit more formality was Eric, Vil's father. Eric wore a lovely muted magenta suit, neatly groomed and clearly eagerly awaiting your arrival. He was quick to offer you his hand as you exited the mirror, allowing you to put some weight on him and steady yourself.
Unlike most trips through the mirror, you were walking on your own two legs and it was a surprisingly unsteady experience. The particulars of the magic and how it transported you such distances was lost on you, but it was still surreal. Your two "guards" entered after you, but their presence did very little to deter Vil who happily rose up to see you.
Grim was eagerly wiggling in your grasp, held up by one arm as he squeaked and let out small excited mews. For as hesitant as Vil could be wit Grim, the Hellcat did like Vil quite a bit. Eric was all too willing to take Grim from your arms into his own, letting the little feline rub against his neck feathers while you greeted Vil.
The Harpy in question was happy to wrap his arms and wings around you in greeting. His face found refuge in the crook of your neck. Every part of your scent was more than intoxicating to the Harpy who hummed and drank in that comforting ambrosia. Finally having you in his home was just one more step towards his bed as far as he was concerned, and he was eager to leave the option open to you.
While he was nuzzling your neck and cooing to you, he paused as his moisturized skin brushed against something firm at the top of your forehead near your hairline. As far as he was aware, there shouldn't be anything firm on you in that location. Naturally, he was quick to look at you for explanation to this oddity he encountered. You were typically forthcoming and rarely tried to lead him astray. Certainly you would know what this odd addition to your form was.
"Peahen?"
"It has to do with what transpired during the visit from the representatives. I'll tell you everything in detail later, though. For now, care to show me around your home?"
"Happily."
Vil was quick to offer you his arm, leading you deeper into the home. Where Crowley was eager to follow you, it was Clay who stopped the well-meaning Corvid from crashing this little tour. The Sasquatch felt he could trust Vil after the painful lesson that Overblot potion taught him, so he saw no point in hovering around the two of you. All four males- Eric, Crowley, Clay, and Grim- watched you walk out of sight with Vil, eager to discuss accommodations as this had been a rather impromptu visit.
While they discussed the logistics, you were safe in the protection of the ever proud Harpy. This distance would hopefully give you time to explain to Vil the change that was infesting you and changing you. Perhaps he would have some insight to what plagued you. Then again, perhaps the Harpy was just looking for the same attention you had blessed Rook with.
A faint warmth burned in your core at the memory- more insistent than any of your other idle thoughts had been- but you did you best to push it away. Perhaps it was those Dragon instincts of yours calling for attention or satisfaction. Regardless of which it was, all you could do was hope these beasts had some level of self control.
I am curious about the luck dragon properties. Maybe the other children of the rainbow gain small traits of being part luck dragon for example they always get the perfect hand in Uno against most people or always know what side teh coin will flip just that the dragon hatchings have such high luck by nature of them being basically mini luck dragons. They have it more than the rest of the rainbow.
The Royal Clutch are the luckiest of the Rainbow due to their inherent Dragon genes amplifying their Lucky genes.
The rest of the Rainbow is also uncanny in how lucky they are, though they are not as inherently Lucky as the Clutch. It's the rainy season and Leona's cubs want to play outside? The clouds are clearing and suddenly it is nice and sunny. Azul installed an extra security lock with pick-proof pins? Those Cecelia girls are escaping with relative ease. Vil's chicks really want to go out with their father? Well, now Vil is trying to figure out how the four of them managed to slip into his bag without him noticing (and Grandpa Eric is having a full-blown meltdown trying to find them).
Any game of luck played by the Rainbow is suddenly won regardless of who they play (excepting each other). The Rainbow playing against one another typically result in evening out the playing field. The Royal Clutch typically win even against the rest of the Rainbow. All of them lose playing against the Human.
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 102
Warnings: yandere, yandere behavior, multiple Yandere, platonic and romantic yandere, competing yandere, fem reader, monster AU, more of a filler chapter but it is setting up for the next chapter, the timer continues on, Dragons, Shinigami, Harpy, Sasquatch, Hellcat
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You slowly awoke to the faint sound of voices around you. A kind of low hum that became enough of an annoyance that you had to force your eyes to open and your body to move. Still in that groggy state between sleep and consciousness, it took you a few moments to realize you were not where you fell asleep.
As you woke, you found yourself in a bed surrounded by various machines and monitors. All those monitors were actively hooked to you and made panic rise up as you struggled against the wires in a moment of blind distress. That commotion seemed to alert whoever had moved you to your change in state. It wasn't long before the door across from you slid open near soundlessly and several familiar faces entered the room.
Many of those who entered were not familiar to you, but you could recognize their species given their features. Long black oily-looking feathers with faint blue tints framed their shoulders. Bright blue beacons of flaming hair moving among themselves like candles in the shadows of the room. As far as you could tell- save for three individuals- the group was primarily comprised of Shinigami.
"Calm yourself, Little One. You are not in any danger."
The soft voice of the elder Shinigami you knew best hummed in your ears as he approached, crouching so he didn't stand above you. He seemed more worn than usual, the blue streaks under his eyes wet with recently shed tears. It looked as if he hadn't slept in an extended amount of time. This sudden change in scenery and in the elder Shinigami's appearance had worry worming through you worse than an infested apple.
"W-what?"
Your voice was incredibly hoarse and it felt as if you hadn't had a proper drink in who knows how long. Hades noticed your struggle and was quick to offer you an unusual light blue liquid that shined the same way his hair did. Without much thought into what this liquid was, you gratefully accepted it and drank down the icy relief that soothed the ragged burn of your throat. It was somewhat fruity, but mostly tasteless and seemed to settle wonderfully in your empty stomach.
"You are currently on the isle of Woe... You have been asleep for some time."
"Wait, how long?"
"About ten days."
"Ten days?? Why was I asleep for so long? Where's Grim?"
"Little Grim is with young Alexandros and young Ortho at the moment. We," he nodded to the four others among the Shinigami, "decided it would be best to keep you under a sleeping spell for that time. I am uncertain what you remember, but you were wholly incoherent and extremely debilitated. You were incredibly unwell and it was our concern that you were dying. I am happy to report you are not dying, but there has been... A change."
"A change? What kind of change?"
Your anxiety was beginning to mount, not feeling particularly different from when you fell asleep. It was clear you certainly had more energy than you remembered having prior to waking, but you also felt like you were forgetting something important. What happened to make you so tired? Why did you feel like there was some kind of dread hanging above you?
The elder didn't answer you immediately, instead he began to unhook you from the machines you had been fighting against. As he quietly worked, you tried to see who the three non-Shinigami were. Standing among the flickering blue flames were four familiar faces that brought some level of comfort to you.
The first was that ever insistent and near annoying Harpy Crowley as he seemed to be eager to bask in your coveted attention. On either side of him were two women you only recently got to know. Maleficent and Malefica stood in silence among the bustling Shinigami who moved around them the way a river would move around boulders. Finally was the brown and gray fur of the bounty-hunter Sasquatch Clay, his wizened face near unreadable.
It was Maleficent who spoke up then, approaching you as she summoned a mirror to her side.
"The change Hades is referring to is your new additions."
Looking in the mirror confused you, as there was indeed a new addition to your reflection that gave you pause. Sitting atop your head, exactly where the pain of your migraine had been centered- were two golden nubs peaking through the skin. They weren't very pronounced, but even the bit that was peaking out was obviously covered in music notes. The same golden and scrawling horns as Fortuna.
This change sent a bolt of memory and anxiety through you as you began quickly checking for other changes. The Human ghosts had warned you that once the transformation finished, you would be stuck permanently in this chaotic world. What that full transformation was supposed to look like was still up in the air and uncertain, but it didn't look completed to you.
Your ears were only slightly pointed at the very tips, hardly noticeable if you weren't specifically looking for a change. Your canine teeth seemed slightly longer, likely not even a millimeter of growth at a somewhat more pointed tip. Your tongue was the same as it had always been. Your pupils were ever so slightly more oblong in shape than the usual circles.
Had those horns growing in really been the cause of your debilitating migraine? It made sense, the head was a sensitive and delicate part of any Human body, so keratin covered bones growing from your skull likely would cause more than a little bit of pain and disorientation. All of your energy had been unwillingly devoted to growing a pair of new bones, so no wonder you had been exhausted.
"Why..?"
Your hands unconsciously went to the nubs above your eyes in your hairline, stunned to actually feel your hands touching these nubs. It had been your understanding that Dragon horns were unfeeling like Deer antlers. Clearly, that was not the case. The oddly intense sensation had you thinking of the times you had grabbed Malleus by his horns and it made you internally wince. No wonder Dragons saved any touching of their horns for mates and family.
"Fortuna has blessed you and granted you her magic. You are her official successor- something Dragons rarely deign to choose- and thus, you will become one of us over the next few months."
"So... I am actively turning into a Dragon."
"Precisely."
The female Dragon purred gently to you, petting your hair the way one would lovingly stroke a cat sprawled across their lap. She was quite careful to not brush your new horns, but it was clear she wasn't being shy about showing you physical affection. Something about her purr soothed you and made that looming worry settle down. That purr made you respond like a worrying child being soothed by their mother.
"My Baby Bird, this quarter of school is wrapping up and there will be a break from classes for about a month. Lord Hades was of the mind to keep you here on the Isle of Woe while your guards are displaced. I am of the mind that you should spend this time fulfilling your visitation requirements to the various countries that wish to host you. As it is dangerous for you to be so woefully unguarded, I have brought along Professor Clay to be a consistent guardian as you travel."
"I guess that makes sense..."
"I will, however, request that you do not visit Briar Valley, as Winter is peak breeding season for Night Fae. Mr Draconia has already begun to enter his season, so he has been chained and sequestered."
That made you pause, turning to stare at the Crow in a mixture of worry and anxiety. You knew Malleus would be more than a little frisky given his mating season, but it sounded like he had been arrested and jailed, not sequestered. That worry must have been visible on your face, as Malefica was quick to chime in.
"It is for your safety and his safety that he stay chained for his season."
"... Dare I ask how it is safer for the both of us?"
"Dragons are... Persistent. During our mating seasons- provided we have a mate in mind- we can be incredibly difficult to deter. Little Malleus has been through several seasons before, but never with a mate of his own. Without a mate, it is tolerable enough. Perhaps a few mood swings here and there. With a mate in mind, well... It gets a little more difficult."
"Will he be alright being chained up for so long?"
"Yes. I will not be false with you, he will be in incredible agony until his season is over. It will feel to him as if his skin is being peeled off and his horns ripped from his skull, but he will survive. If he is freed he will hunt you down until he finds you. In the interest of keeping you safe and keeping other countries from becoming enemies to Briar Valley, Malleus must stay chained."
"So there is no way around it? He has to be locked away."
"Unless you are willing to be his mate for his season, there is nothing that can be done. He likely will refuse food for a few weeks while he is pining, but it won't destroy him. Just the reality of being a Dragon. He can last a season without satisfaction, you two have plenty of seasons ahead of you once you fully turn."
This made heat rise to your face at the implications of her words. It was only around now that you really began kicking yourself for even entertaining any kind of relationship with these males. If you truly did get trapped here, you already had several potential husbands lined up with your Dragon Fiancé who was actively pining for you. What had been a fast fix to a growing problem had quickly backed you into a corner.
It never really occurred to you what you would do if you couldn't leave. The simple idea that you had to start considering it as a possibility weighed too heavily on your heart to focus on.
"Once I fully turn... How long is it supposed to take? How do I know when... When I've become more Dragon than Human?"
"It should take several months, if not half a year to fully settle in. You'll know when your wings start to grow. They are among the last to grow and it will very likely exhaust you just as your horns coming in did. You will never truly be a full Dragon even at the end of your metamorphosis. Your soul and that ever addictive aura of yours will always be Human, even if you are physically a Dragon like myself."
Until your wings grow...
"... Papa Crowley?"
"Yes, my beautiful, and delightful, darling little-"
"When is that movie thing the representatives from the Shaftlands mentioned?"
"It should be happening soon. I know Mr. Schöenheit will be in attendance, as his films are well known along with his standing as an actor, and your attendance was requested."
"Do I have to stay here, or can I get these diplomatic visits out of the way?"
"It is your choice."
"I think I should go to the Shaftlands for this gala or whatever it is, and then potentially go to Sunset Savanna after that. I will be taking Grim with me, unless, of course, he doesn't want to go."
Before they could respond to you, the doors opened again and a little gray blur of fur shot out towards you. Grim was quick to throw himself into your arms, purring as he snuggled into you and nuzzled your shoulder with his little face. His small wing tips fluttered as he smiled up at you, cheek pressed so hard into you it was as if he were trying to meld into one being.
"Mama! Are your growing pains done?"
"Yeah. All done for now."
"I was really scared, Mama. Sad-guy thought you were dying... I don't want you to die..."
Grim's little voice began to waver, pulling at your heart-strings as he sniffled. Of course he was scared that you would leave him. He lived most of his early life barely surviving with no parents to speak of. The simple idea that anything could happen to you was terrifying to the little feline that hugged you and tried to keep himself from sobbing.
It was something no child should have to endure or think about, but it was always on his mind. For one so young and so small, Grim had gone through an incredibly difficult journey just to survive to this point. He had even spent a longer time alone than with a family. As far as Grim was aware, you were all he had.
"I'm not dying any time soon, I can tell you that."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
With a gentle kiss on his little forehead, you slowly started to get up onto your own legs. Where you expected some level of strain from not using them for at least ten days, you only found strength and comfort. It seems those Dragon genes were kicking in faster than you would have expected.
You had some time- not much, but some- and you had no clear way forward yet. There was still an annoying voice in the back of your mind reminding you that there was something you had forgotten. As you tried to think back on whatever it was, a side-eyed glance from Hades brought the issue into the light.
He had seen the Human souls. He knew you had been talking to them and had likely been speaking to them long before you sought his council. He knew.... Yet he did nothing.
As far as you could remember- though it was hazy at best- Hades had allowed the Human souls to escape and simply brought you back to bed. Perhaps you would have to pick his brain and see what it was he was thinking about before you left for the winter. Maybe you could spend a day or two just exploring the Isle of Woe until you were ready to head to the Shaftlands.
Goodness only knew how much your guards and prospective mates were handling your sudden illness. You would have to text them once you got a moment to yourself and see how they were doing. For as sudden of a turn as your life had taken, you were handling it quiet well.
There was no sense stressing over the time ticking away any more than there was sense trying to flee the beasts just yet. You weren't on Sage Island, and you wouldn't be for at least a month. There was nothing you could do for now, so you just had to try and bide your time until you could be free from all of it.
Less than six months... Hopefully you could escape by then. If not... Perhaps being a Dragon wasn't the worst fate that could befall you.
Crowley's son with the Human. They only had one egg together, but Crowley was so overjoyed he sobbed for days afterwards and refused to leave his nest for any reason. He became extremely broody and proud, making sure his nest was always on standby for when his darling little chick hatched.
He is currently holding his father's mask (Crowley's masquerade beak mask) and curled up in his father's coat. Crowley is now a consistent annoyance to the other staff, constantly talking about his precious chick. Crowley also obsessively carries his chick around with him on campus, intentionally interrupting classes just to show off his chick to the other staff members.
(I Headcanon the chick's name is Jayden, as a play off of Crowley's name and Jays being Corvids like Crows and Ravens, probably closer to a Steller's Jay. Crow-ley and Jay-den, both birds and both corvids)
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU links
Warnings; monsters galore, yanderes, romantic yanderes, platonic yanderes, Yandere behavior, possessive behavior, unreliable narrator (reader), slight gore (for some creatures), my AU is a darker retelling of the TWST world, mention of eating Humans, mention of my AU's history, slower burn for some and right to yandere for others
Pt 1:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU
Warnings; Several yanderes, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, yandere behavio
Pt 2:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 2
(Unicorn Centaur Riddle wearing his dorm clothes. His hooves are golden as w
Pt 3:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU- pt 3
Warnings; yandere themes/behavior/actions, mix of platonic and romantic yan
Pt 4:
Humans Are Extinct- (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 4
(Since my computer died, I will use some of the other monster AU art I have
Pt 5:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 5
(It took me way too long and saving every 5 min, but I got my laptop to run
Pt 6:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 6
(Quickly running out of Monster men drawings to use as my chapter pictures.
Pt 7:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 7
(Last of my predrawn beast men, so I should probably see if I can get the ne
Pt 8:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) pt 8
(My laptop decided to keep working so I took advantage of the moment, here is Ortho. Ye
Pt 9:
Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 9
(Submitted fan-art of Jade in the monster AU. All credit goes to artist who
Pt 9.5 (Menstrual tw)
How do you think the characters react to mc having their period in the monster au. Cause it would make sense for other monster species to ha
not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
Fan fic writers create things for free and monetize what they legally can. This is something people do because they like the content and interact with it. Fan fic writers have been quitting and giving up because people are constantly demanding more to consume to the point they run to AI to give them what they want. The people who do write are far and few between, don't kill their spark by being so impatient for content you literally spit in their faces and claim your AI can write content better.
Don't destroy something that brings joy because you are too impatient to let others take their time. Asking is okay, and being told "no" is okay too. Just have basic decorum and respect for others, not demanding you get spoon fed content or commandeering someone else's work.
