Hii, name's Raf, Raphael, or whatever you want to call me! i love nicknames ^-^
Currently 20, mixed Ukrainian/Egyptian. Gender identity is a complex thing, so I'm up to your perception. A hyena furry and a pup.
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My interests and fandoms:
Hellsing
Golden Kamuy
Gachiakuta
Jojo's bizarre adventure
And One (band)
Batman (batman villains specifically)
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
The Magnus Archives
Lovecraft
Taxidermy
Crafting
Horses (biggest nerd, ask anything - I'll have an answer)
GAAAHH!!! I’m so sorry to the anon that requested this because I posted it when it was half finished, so I had to delete it to fix it ): Im genuinely kicking myself in the ass over it, so whoever you were I hope you still see this.
Sorta a sequel to my last ficlet about Godmo, but it’s not necessary to read.
CW: Canon divergence, Religious trauma, Cult activity, Toxic relationships, Monster fucker behaviour, blood, licking, Readers name/pronouns not mentioned, Manga spoilers
You hated this.
Day in and day out you did as you were told, like a cog in the same machine as everyone else.
Maybe at one point he thought you were special, even going as far to call you his lover, but not anymore.
You weren't even sure if he had the capability to love now.
Mymo, or.... The thing that now calls himself that, he calls you his High Priest/Priestess- his one and only prophet which he talks through. All it means was that you would go to various towns and settlements on his behalf, declaring that they bend the knee to their new saviour whilst he was doing something better with his time.
And it hurt.
No matter how bad it may have been with him before, he had still loved you, and you loved him in return. You could almost excuse the horrors he committed as he always seemed so giddy to tell you about them, claiming it was all for you. That he would reshape the world to be a paradise in your honour. Maybe he wasn't lying then, and he truly did want to shower you with the spoils of his hard work, but ever since the day at the festival....
You groan, the palms of your hands pressed against your eyes as you wipe the thoughts away. It must’ve been a few days ago now that you were working as usual- going from town to town, and preaching the word of Mymo. It was all standard stuff, really: Men, women and children, along with all Givers, Cleaners, and Raiders would be united as brothers and sisters. All will see the light as equals and shall live in prosperity if they just bend the knee to their new God. It was a script that you repeated on autopilot at this point, the words becoming like second nature to you, and so there was no need to pay attention whilst saying them, so you thought.
Slowly shifting out of the pristine white robes that had now become a mainstay in your wardrobe and letting them fall to the bathroom floor, your hand wanders to the bandages wrapped around your waist, the blood having mostly stopped after the few days that it had been, but the pinks and reds still visible through them. As much as you put on a brave face in the moment? It hurt like a motherfucker, and so now that you had a moment of silence by yourself you could finally let that out.
You hissed through your teeth as you slowly started to unravel the bandages, the blood causing them to stick together as well as to your skin. You don't know why you still did this for him. It was thankless, as people would either be too scared to look you in the eye, or they would push all their frustrations with the movement onto you. It didn't matter how much they hurt or maimed you, because even if they… Well, someone else would be just as eager to fill your role.
Hell, you began to doubt if Mymo even cared about what you were doing. Ever since he… “ascended”, there was no love in his eyes for you. There wasn't any consideration for what you might want– you were probably just the most convenient person in the moment to put in such a position. As you glance up to the mirror you can't even argue with yourself about that. Even after all the things you've been through for him, especially after the addition of such an ugly cut across your abdomen, you just couldn't leave him. He may not be yours anymore, and he may not even be human, but you're still his. Plus, at least you could still speak to him, albeit only occasionally as he's usually too wrapped up in gathering the scattered pieces of the watchman series to care about anything else.
You grab a cloth and rinse it under the cold water before beginning to clean the wound, occasionally wringing out the blood into the sink. It would be so much more convenient to have a healer Giver, but even now you're not afforded such a luxury as resources have been spread so thin. It wasn't until you reach out towards the counter mindlessly to grab the fresh bandages that you curse to yourself, suddenly looking up and realising that you left them in your bedroom. You stare at the empty spot for a moment before getting up, slightly annoyed because you don't want to possibly bleed everywhere. The wound wasn't that bad anymore, but it wasn't unlikely that moving without something holding it in place would reopen it. Sighing, you hold the cloth to your abdomen as you move into the bedroom.
It all seemed so empty now that only you slept here, and even then you barely did anymore. All of Mymo’s things were shoved into the closet or into the closest corner, sitting there completely untouched. It was both a comfort and a curse to have them, yet you couldn't bear to do anything about it. The large glass window that looked out onto the balcony shone moonlight into the room, but it was quickly overpowered as you flicked the light on, the view from outside now slightly obscured by the bright light.
Shifting yourself onto the bed you sit right at the edge, quickly rifling through the drawer of the bedside table. After a few seconds you finally pull the bandages out, humming triumphantly as you do. You hold them up for a second as you close the door, but your eyes flicker to the window. Thinking it was just a reflection from the inside of the room you turn away, but quickly your head whips back and your eyes widen as you see it properly.
Standing there, on the other side of the window, was Mymo.
You quickly scramble to your feet, not being able to wholly see him from your position due to his towering height, but it was undeniable what, or rather who, it was. Your breath automatically gets caught in your throat, body tensing at the thought. Why was he here? Ever since he became… what he is now, you only ever saw him infrequently, and it was never like this. Things were scheduled and orderly, you certainly didn't have impromptu meetings, and he certainly never showed up on your balcony.
It took a few seconds for your legs to move, but you quickly rushed to the balcony door, shoving it open as hard as you could. You almost fell onto the balcony with the force, but caught yourself as you looked up, your heart beating in your ears. Mymo stood almost completely still, and you would've sworn he was a statue if it wasn't for his eyes. He towered over you, easily 3 times your height, but if it was more you wouldn't be surprised.
“Mym– Lord Mymo, what are you doing here?!” You question, your voice projecting as you still weren't really sure how well he could hear like this. His eyes bore into you at the question, but they quickly dart down your body.
“You’re hurt.” Mymo’s maw opens, rows of shark-like teeth grinning down at you as he speaks. He keeps his mouth slightly ajar as you suddenly look down at the cloth you're still holding, more red seeping through than there was before. You look back up, nervously laughing.
“Oh, this? It, uh… Heh, it's fine, just a flesh wound, y’know?” You attempt to reciprocate the smile, but the sudden attention brought to the wound causes you to wince in a slight amount of pain. “I was just about to bandage it, actually. B-But, uh, if there's something more important–!”
Mymo suddenly leans down, one of his large claws landing next to you as he keeps his balance. You jump at the suddenness, but don't dare to say anything about it as he moves his face in closer to get a better look.
You don't need to be told to take the cloth away, the way he was looking at you expectedly having already solidified that. His eyes trace over your abdomen, the small wells of blood slowly seeping from the wound and down your skin. He didn't let out a breath, and you're not even fully sure if he breathes anymore, but you could've sworn he let out a quiet, strangled noise. You gulp, looking away as you feel heat flood to your face. Mymo had seen so much of you before– you were together for quite a long time, and so he was no stranger to your body, but this felt intimate in a way that was almost embarrassing.
You're not quite sure how long you weren't paying attention, your mind too preoccupied with trying to justify what was happening, but suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts with a gasp as you felt a hand on your back. It pushes against you slightly, holding you firmly in place as Mymo’s head leans in closer to your body. It felt far too inappropriate to say anything.
His eyes flick up to your head, pupils dilating as he notices you similarly staring at him. His hand was cold against you, like leaning against a stone wall, yet the way your blood began to rush through your body negated that almost instantly. It was completely silent between you both, your now heavy breathing being the only noise heard. Before all of this happened he would've been talking, rambling on and on and filling up all the gaps in a monologue, and so the complete silence was both alluring and unnerving.
You almost didn't notice it at first, how his mouth seemed to salivate and moisture seemed to build up along his stone-like flesh, but after what must've been a minute of staring, his tongue suddenly lolled out, swiping over his teeth.
What the fuck.
You let out a surprised sort of noise, eyes widening at the site. Hell, if you had any doubts about it before, you sure as hell don't now. Only one person gets that hungry over the sight of your blood.
The sound of blood rushing filled your ears as your body instinctively tensed in anticipation, his fingers curling as he held you in place like a doll. Your eyes shut, and you could almost picture it– how he was before, feeling things about you that were once so normal.
It didn't take long at all, the cold air mixing with his warm saliva as you felt his tongue on your skin, lapping up all of the blood in a single quick motion. Your body shivered but didn't move, though your eyes shot open as soon as the sensation of the muscle was off of your body. His eyes practically rolled back as he grinned, and you just knew it was a real smile and not the one his face was now forced to have. The blood was mixed in with his saliva, pink and translucent as his tongue retreated back into his mouth. He lets out a slow, deep chuckle, moving back but keeping his hand on you.
“You still taste the same, did you know that?” Mymo spoke abruptly, the words coming from the back of his throat. They were teasing, perhaps even demeaning, but said with a tenderness that you were familiar with.
“Wha-?” You didn't even get to finish the word as he crooned, his head cocking to the side as if you had just said the most adorable thing in the world.
“It's fascinating, is it not? That I could change so much, yet you're still here, bleeding for me as if nothing had changed at all…” A finger of his hand began to slowly stroke at your side. “And here I thought you had become boring... I can't lie to you, I have been bored as hell.”
Your mind raced at his words. What the fuck was he doing? What the fuck was he talking about?! He had finally become a god, and he's been basically ignoring you for months on end, but he's bored??? It must've shown on your face as he let out yet another chuckle, but otherwise he was silent as he stared down at you.
“Lord Mymo, I don’t understand-” Your eyebrows furrowed as he yet again cuts you off, a groan escaping his mouth as he leans his head back. The claw that he had on the balcony floor tensed, causing some of the concrete to crack as a response.
“God, you have no idea what it does to me when you call me that!” And you could hear the desperation in his voice clear as day, something that seemed almost foreign in his body. It was strange, maybe even unsettling, but you would be a liar if you said it wasn't doing something for you. You felt light in a way you hadn't for months. “Say it again.”
“Uhm… Lord Mymo…?” Your voice wavered slightly, though more out of confusion than anything else. It was something you had probably called him a hundred times at this point, yet he reacted as if you had just given him a hit of something intoxicating. You slumped into his hold, trying to make sense of it all.
“Ive been so busy trying to collect the watchman series…” Mymo growls, fixing his eyes back onto you. “Barely acknowledging you. Barely receiving attention from you. I suppose I'm not as above human emotion as I thought, because I thought I was just going insane…”
Mymo’s fingers coil properly around you, your resistance making it easy as he picks you up like it's nothing. You squeak as he brings you close to his face, your body feeling like it's practically on fire as your brain processes his words. You resented him, hated him, even, yet all of that waned in that moment. The pale moonlight mixed with the glowing light that shone from his back, causing your heart to skip a beat. He didn't look right like this, and yet…
“To hell with all of that priest/priestess business, hm? I don’t know what I was thinking, but it's completely ridiculous.” Mymo’s eyes scanned over you in his gasp, that almost giddy tone rising in his voice once again.
You're sure your jaw fell slack in that moment, finding it difficult to breathe as your heart beats out of your chest. Quickly your brain catches up, your breath quickening as a smile- a genuine one- forms on your face. “Mymo?”
Mymo hums, his other hand moving to rest under you. He held onto you as if you were a priceless artifact that he would destroy without effort, and you first hand that he could very easily. “Yes, my love?”
Holy shit.
You stammered for a moment, your whole mind rebooting at his mindless words. Love... He still loves you… He still loves you! In that instant you could’ve wept, and if it wasn't for your mind forcing you to speak you probably would've. “What are… What are you trying to say?”
He was silent, contemplating your words as he tried to find the correct ones to use. With something resembling a sigh he finally spoke. “Well, I believe that's fairly obvious, is it not? I've collected enough of the Watchman Series, and it won't be long until I've created my long awaited paradise…”
You nod along as he talks, just happy he finally is speaking again.
“And yet even in this perfect body, I somehow find my mind drifting to you, my dear. You seem to understand me on a level that no one else can, just like you always have, and I don't think I could bear to be away from that again”
Mymo spoke as if it was a pragmatic problem that he had just solved. There was only one simple solution: You. The tension left you with a breathy laugh, finding the whole thing ridiculously simple, but meaningful in a way you couldn't put into words.
Glancing away you lean into the touch of his hands, slowly pressing a soft peck onto one of his fingers. You felt them twitch, but he otherwise didn't move, simply allowing you to continue the affection. It was awkward, or even clumsy due to the sheer difference in size between you now, but with the thumping in your heart and the look in his eyes?
