Synopsis! Deep in the forest, you grew use to the noises. The symphony of chirps and groans that whistled through the trees… Until it didn’t…
Pairing! Eldritch Monster x Reader
Content! human!reader, forest eldritch monster, woods at night, danger, size difference, telepathic communication, monsterfucker, thieves, murderers, overprotective.
Word Count! 5.5k
A/N! Man do I love a size difference in a relationship even though you are smol and they are the size of a literal mountain.
There was a level of sound that was expected this deep in the woods. The settling of ancient trees, and the steadfast chirping of creatures smaller than visible in the dark hours of the night. Noises that contributed to a lulling melody that kept you asleep through the witching hours of the night.
The absence of sound stirred you out of the unwitting doze you found yourself in. Allowed the beating of your heart to take over all perceivable sound.
Until it didn’t.
A crack rung out just within earshot, stirring you from your curled up position on the ground and bring you to your side. Arms digging into the small rocks you managed to rest on. Pulling your upper body up high enough to gaze out into the dark of the night. Too dark to realistically see anything beyond shapes of figures, and yet you strained to push your eyesight past what you knew you could. To see what had disturbed the forest around you into silence. Something that didn’t belong this deep within the trees, and stumbled through like a lead-footed newborn heedlessly.
You adjusted yourself, preparing to raise fully to your knees, when the solid form against your back shifted. Rippled under the pressure of movement, and yet caressed you all too carefully—reluctant to be the sole cause for you to awake at this unusual hour.
“What stirs you from your sleep my beloved?”
The question settled deep in the base of your skull. Branching up into your mind, and settling deep into your chest in a near uncomfortable way. In a way that felt not too different than releasing every last bit of air from your lungs, and sitting with that subtle ache in your chest. An ache that once scared you. Long ago, something so startling it nearly sent you tumbling into a nearby ravine, but now filled you with warmth on even the coldest of nights.
“Something’s out there. Somewhere beyond the second oak leading to the villa…” before you could work yourself up to a standing position, the surface below you caved just enough to slide you further into its palm—the once flat fingers curling up around your form.
It’s indescribable colors passed through your vision as it’s secured hold lifted you up. Skin you only knew to be penetrable by massive fallen trees, and similarly rough to the touch of bark constructed the protective structure you took shelter in each and every night. The very mass of barriers that was temporarily blocking your view of the woods around you as several arms shifted to move the lumbering entity out of its restful place—all working together in a choreographed dance to journey further away from whatever had made you wake in the first place, and raise you up into the branches that thinned the higher you felt yourself go. Past the shaded canopy, and into moonlight that only broke through on nights the wind shifted the leaves typically above you.
“Do not pay mind to the sounds in the forest while I am around, for with me you will only know peace…”
Warmth joined the deep ache as you were brought face to face with the being that took you in long ago, and now called you their’s. Even I the dark of night, you could see how expansive their form overtook the landscape. Several sets of thick arms and legs entombing everything within its radius. Dark, rough limbs that spent weeks at a time still—woven amongst the trees like an impenetrable growth that had taken over as far as the eye could see. Limbs that held you so delicately as you continued to move away from your previous camp, and gradated lighter toward its face.
As though it absorbed every last bit of moonlight it could, its face was much lighter than the rest of it. A halo of wide reaching horns extruded from the crown of its skull—something you only called this for the bone like color that was only found here. While it did not have eyes, the sockets on its elonged head always kept a watchful gaze over your form. A necessity for how often you found yourself needing its help navigating through new and unfamiliar surroundings each time you moved.
“Rest little one… We have all we need once again.”
It’s mouth never moved, and you once again found yourself caring very little. A being many considered a sign of end times, your eldritch monster, reassured you to lay back down. To watch the world pass by as this being found a new place to exist along side you.
For that’s what it vowed many years ago.
So you kept your sights forward, until the late night air reminded you to close your eyes, and the subtle movements of you body in the palm of your creature reminded you once again to put your safety in its many hands. You let out a sign, and fall asleep once again, ready to awake and explore the new lands you were being carried off to.
And your dutiful monster… the eldritch abomination that would move heaven and hell for the little being it plucked from the dangerous woods made sure all was well in your perception of the world. For you would never know pain again. Never know the cruelty of man again…
And never see the trail of bodies it left behind…
Beyond that oak tree that led to the village you had ventured into earlier that day. The one place it could not follow you, but watched from the edge of the trees for your safe return. Watched as several men pursued your frail form in search of an easy target.
Synopsis! Training dogs you understood. How to get a lost brat home when he can't be bothered to look you in the eyes on the other hand...
...and where the hell was his father anyway? And what is a prospect?
Pairing! Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content! dog trainer!Reader, MCsargent of arms!Toji, motorcycle club AU, kid!Megumi, lost child, MCprospect!Mahito, MCprospect!Choso, Megumi is a brat, MC road captain!Geto, accidental kidnapping of a child, akitas, MC clubhouse, MC president!Sukuna, sweet butts, day drinking, gambling, horse races, conceal carry, where the hell does Toji keep all of those guns, Toji pins you against a car im not sorry.
Word Count! 3.5k
A/N! My god if baby Megumi walked up to me in public I would squeal.
“Can I pet you?”
You looked up faster than normal from the set of dogs at your feet.
Some variation of the question was to be expected. Socializing the dogs you breed was one of your priorities before handing off a pair to your clientele, and there was no where better than a public space. Parks were your go to, and with every set of akitas you brought by there was always a handful of people who found their inky faces too cute to not be approachable. Clearly they had never met your well-trained, pains in the butt.
The boy no taller than your hip was a surprise though.
His voice had little inflection as he asked the question, and you would have thought he was moments away from crying with how deep his frown dragged down his chin. It wasn’t until you dropped down, kneeling beside him that you could see past the wild head of hair and into half-lidded eyes that were just as uninterested as he sounded. And yet, not once did he drop eye contact with Kuro, the akita now positioned on your right as Shiro sat to your left.
“Are you talking to my dogs?” You were a bit perplexed with the child before you, and couldn’t help the bit of of laugh that bubbled up at the end of the question.
“Well Uncle Geto told me not to talk to stranger so no…” He was quite firm with his statement.
Shiro leaned further toward the boy, knowing better than to break formation from your side, but ever the lover for attention. She kept her paws firm to the ground, and leaned ever so close to the boy that her big head was inches from his arm, trying to give him a little test lick.
“…Can I pet you?”
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“Who’s watching you?” You had moved the whole situation to one of the benches nearby. Close enough to the bike path that if someone came looking for the kid you all would be easy enough to spot. He had been hesitant at first, maintaining enough distance to ensure you he was suspicious about you and your intentions, but agreed non the less as soon as you promised to keep a comfortable couple of feet away from him. Of course, your akitas had taken their jobs as furry sentinels very seriously, and had yet to leave the boy’s side once he put his hands on their snouts. You were stuck between being proud of their protective nature, and calling them traitors.
“Some prospect…” He shrugged in indifference. The boy hadn’t followed your lead in sitting down, and stayed standing to make sure he wasn’t the shortest in the gathering. From this height, you could see that he only came up to the brows of your dogs, his spikey points not close to being as tall as the akita’s ears beside him. Shiro had slouched down to comfort the boy, basking in the dog biscuits he kept slipping to her between pets while Kuro stood tall and proud. Occasionally, he would raise his nose into the air and drop his furry chin onto the boy’s head, keeping an eye on all angles of the field.
“Do they have a name? They’re not your mom or dad are they?” You couldn’t help the nervous infliction in your voice. Not enough time had passed that you were frantic to find the boy’s guardian, but there was a growing concern with how nonchalant he seemed to be about the matter. He couldn’t have been older than five, clearly tall for his age but that might be on account of his hair spikes. You hoped him getting lost wasn’t a reoccurring issue.
“Nah… I can’t get away from Papa this fast.”
You felt your eye twitch. It was not reassuring how much thought he had put into this. Or that he had decided to start stacking grass onto the noses of the both of the dogs.
“So can you tell me your name now?”
“Nope… no strangers…”
Twitch…
The wind blew off a couple of the blades off, and the little boy stood up from where he was crouched collecting more ammunition.
“… but can you take me home…” He said into the air, not quite in your direction, but with a lack of alternatives you got the message loud and clear. With a huff of exasperation, you got up. Your dogs at attention, flanking the two of you as you steered the little guy to your car.
“…sure kid…”
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The man leaning on the bar signed. In the middle of the day it was uncommon to be one of the only people in the clubhouse, but much more common for him to be the first to go from lightly buzzed to cautiously hammered within a couple hours. With someone else looking after Megumi it left him with more than enough time on his hands to sit back, bet on whatever is in front of him, and drink until he falls over.
But drinking gets hard when there’s something distracting you…
“What’s wrong with this picture here?” No one made a move as Toji hung his head down to the bar top. The whole point of keeping these weak monkeys around was to do shit he didn’t want to do, and the damn phone wouldn’t shut up.
“God…” He whipped his head up, and leaned back far enough to damn near fall on his ass. Toji lifted himself up and out of the chair, muscles tensing up below his cut and Henley long sleeve. The stool was near thrown to get out of his way as he lumbered around the bar, picking his beer up along the way, and taking a long swig before throwing the empty glass into one of the nearby cans. With one hand tightly fisting his hair, he yanked the the phone off the wall.
“..ome on fuckers… come on fuckers… co-finally! Damn what were you doing jackin…”
“The fuck you want prospect?” Toji slid the phone between his ear and the leather of his cut, sidestepping one of the sweetbutts as she came barreling behind the bar with a box of new liquor bottles, and pulling a bottle out before she set down the box. She didn’t pay him any mind as he twisted the cap off and drank straight from the rim. The punk on the other end of the line audibly choked hearing his voice, and Toji stood there drinking against the liquor wall watching the tv that was over his shoulder earlier.
Horse races… he’ll but a couple grand on that.
“The hell you mean someone took off with my kid?” It was the only thing out of the prospect’s mouth that Toji cared enough to comment on. Every set of eyes in the bar pulled to the back of his head, and he took another swig.
“The little shit just up and bolted, and the next time I see the prick he’s getting into the back seat of some bitch’s car. Didn’t you teach him not to do dumb shit like that?”
“Nah… Geto was trying to get it through to him, but I guess he’s a stubborn monkey like me.” Toji’s head pitched low, bangs dropping down his face to shield his darkening sightlines. His crooked smirk glinting in the low light. “That’s why your dumb ass was supposed to keep an eye on him.” Toji said as he threw the phone back on the receiver interrupting the new line of ranting to come out of Mahito’s mouth.
“Damn kid… what am I gonna do with another me…” He couldn’t hide the smirk ever growing on his face. Karma in physical form, the brat was amounting to be ten times the pain he ever was. Straightening up, Toji became every bit as intimidating as people knew him to be. Though he was definitely not the tallest in the club, his bulked up frame was a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He pulled his cut tighter over his back, straightening it up to cover the handgun tucked into his waistband. Several other men throughout the bar followed suit, gearing up without Toji having said a word in their direction. As loyal as they are to one another, they always had each others back and were more than willing to defend one of their own. Especially when one of the kids were involved. Then again, they were always nosy as hell, listening in for a fight.
“Prez… I’m taking the prospects to go find my kid.” Toji said making his way out from behind the counter and through the bar to the front.
“Take Geto, I don’t need your ass fucking shit up for us because you couldn’t keep an eye on the kid… and his boyfriend can clean things up for us if need be.” A near cynical smile took over Sukuna’s face as he sunk into his self-claimed booth in the bar.
“Yeh… whatever…” Geto met him where he stood at the door, accepting the gun Toji pulled out of one of his many hiding spots on his person.
“Why do you all insist we’re together?”
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Compared to this morning, jumping into the front seat of the car was a much different experience this time around. You were use to having a checklist every time you got into your car. For the amount of time you dedicate to your dogs, you were not going to be one of those people who made a careless mistake on the road, so you made sure to go through and check that everyone was secure for the journey ahead.
This now included the little boy who hopped into your car.
“Alrighty then…” You spoke up for the little boy who was twisted around, fingers poking into the cages in the trunk so that the akitas would keep giving them tiny licks. Shiro was more than happy to comply, while Kiro took the car ride to mean that his duty was on pause until they got out of the car again. The boy with the spiked hair turned around, his hair flipping back at him fast enough to earn a scrunched face as the tips came back to hit him in the eyes. With his eyes still closed, he huffed out a noise of acknowledgement that you had even spoke to him. Progress for the stranger-danger child.
“Does this look familiar?” The boy had been little help when it came to finding his home the normal way. While he seemed too little to know the ins-and-outs of the numeric postal system, his general disinterest in the world seemed to extend to any notable landmark that could have made this trip any easier.
“…nope…” Thought so…
“Then lets do this the old fashion way!”
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Most of the men had mounted their bikes by the time Toji and Geto made their way out of the clubhouse, and Geto made quick work of orchestrating a grid search to find Megumi before this mystery woman had the opportunity to get him beyond city lines. Ever the Road Captain, he was methodical in the routes they were to take, the points they were to take to divide and search, and ensuring that there wasn’t a scrap of information that didn’t make its way back to his ears. He was only as good as his intel, and there was no chance in hell he was going to let someone’s incompetence be the reason he breaks his clean streak. They were too hot headed to come back uninjured— but alive was alive.
Toji took this time to scan the horizon. The Cursed Spirits took pride in their vantage point over the city, and the clubhouse their castle to look down on the weak below. The unease creeping through his veins steeled his focus, and if that had to do with Megumi going missing — he didn’t allow himself to believe he understood that feeling long enough.
What he did understand was the inevitability of the universe.
Like all things that are too good for a monkey like him, he knew that he had no right to want for something to go right in his life, and yet that didn’t stop a silver SUV from cresting over the hill. Woman in the front seat… An outline of wire cages set up in the trunk.
The perimeter fence around the club was open in preparation for their manhunt, and he flagged the club member on guard to keep it that way. If the woman was dumb enough to bring her hostage, his son, right to them then who is he to stop her? She wouldn’t be leaving anyway.
Dirt flew up as the SUV drove past the group of men beside their bikes, and each of them repositioned themselves between her and the exit. Hands resting casually at a first glance, but meticulously placed upon every handgun and knife hidden throughout their persons. These men were armed to the teeth, and if there was a chance that one of their own, especially one of the kids, was in harms away they weren’t going to miss the opportunity to strike.
Positioned with the driver side furthest away from them, the vehicle came to a stop and shut off. The woman made quick work of exiting her side, and Toji was not going to give her the opportunity to strike first. Stalking low, he moved through the turned up dust, only briefly hesitating at the click of the rear driver door opening up as well.
“Up and out. There you go.”
“I got it…” The brat had the nerve to sound bored, and the face Toji met on the other side of the vehicle was every bit as mopey as when he sent him off.
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“Megumi. Here. Now.”
Over the bikes you passed entering the “clubhouse” lot and over the voice of the little boy insisting he doesn’t need your help getting out of his seatbelt — his voice rumbled low across the parking lot. It struck you where you stood, and you couldn’t do anything as the little boy in your charge lept from the backseat to the dirt below.
“Ya whatever papa… Thanks lady…” Megumi halfhearted tosed over his shoulder as he left your side. You stayed put as the little boy walked up to the much larger but equally unimpressed version of himself. The man loomed over the situation, literally towering over you and the boy — Megumi you realize — he had been called Megumi by the man who if indeed was his father would definitely have no trouble keeping him in line. Well, physically. Once the boy was behind him, his imposing for wrapped it’s way around the top of your SUV. Right arm draped over the top, grabbing hold of your mounting brackets and angling the rest of his body to near pin you to the car. A good twelve inches stood between the two of you, and yet it felt as though one breath too deep would have you chest to chest. Chest to very thinly stretched shirt wrapped in worn leather. Damn this man was large, and you had no doubt that he or the other large men behind him had minimal issue keeping that boy where they needed him to be.
Well—no, what little you learned about the boy alluded to way too much intelligence for his little body, and your logic is confirmed with the click of your trunk opening. You tried to make your way around the wall of muscle, but a single palm holds your hips in place. Stopping you from getting closer to his boy, but giving you enough leeway to watch Megumi. He Impatiently stared at the automatic trunk, waiting for it to raise high enough to stick his fingers right back where they were in the dog crates. His soft goodbyes whispered to your dogs who if given the chance would jump right out of the car after him. Little traitors.
“Thanks for kidnapping my kid. You could have kept him for longer.” The scar on the corner of his lip lifted with a smirk, though none of the humor met his eyes. They weren’t cold anymore. That lessened as soon as he saw the nerves radiating off of you, and left entirely as soon as he caged you against your car. Now they were calculating.
“Um… well I don’t think that would have been a good idea. Especially since all of this is what was coming after him.” The croud of men had made their way closer to the pair tucked behind the back of the car. Their bikes where they were originally stationed, left as though the level of violence they had prepared for was just another day. With Megumi in sight, a few of the men tucked him into their ranks. Putting more distance between the strange woman and one of their own. This was not lost on you, the scary group of men who seemed to protect the little boy as easily as breathing.
Tightness radiated from your hip, and your attention was brought back to the man you still didn’t seem to have a name for. His hand was cemented to your side, digging into the flesh of your jeans possessivly. His eyes had followed yours. The stormy blue depths of his gaze darkening with the shadow of his bangs taking over his face. You were trapped in a moment of his making, the deep intensity consuming the entirity of your attention, and the repositioning of his form to block your shape again made you question everything.
Megumi’s father was a puzzle if you had ever seen one, and to assume his actions were based out of something as human as jelousy felt like an insult to the man before you — and yet low vibrations trickled down to his fingertips, radiating from the same broad chest used to block your view of the other members. He had caught you checking out his club brothers, and didn’t seem to like it.
“I uh gotta get my dogs home—” You wheezed out. The air needed to have any confidence in your statement long forgotten outside the clubhouse’s gates. Side stepping to close your trunk, his hands never quite left your hip willingly; instead slipping down your thigh until his fingers couldn’t hold on any longer. Falling to his side with the disapproving grunt he threw your way.
“—but maybe next time let him know who he’s with before sending him off on his own?”
“If you’re referring to Mahito, Toji was the one who brought him in over 6 months ago.” A man whose top knot made him comfortably taller than Megumi’s fa—Toji—and gauged ears approached from the back of the group. His fox like eyes taking in every inch of the scene, not faltering as they swept over the near proximity between Toji and yourself. Or how his hands seemed to reflexively clench near your side, as if allowed to move with a mind of their own would place you behind his back, away from the prying eyes of Suguru Geto.
“Papa told me not to bother with names until you’re actually apart of the club…” Megumi’s interjection seemed to enrage a heavily scarred man, donned in a leather vest of his own. “Prospect” stitched above an intricate image of a four-armed demon.
“OH YOU LITTLE SHI—”
“Not in front of the kid… Come on Megumi let’s go.” A voice seeped out of the group as an older boy stepped away from the bodies slowly making their way back into the bar. The intricate arrow tattoos and violet blurred eyes would have normally been intimidating, if the twin, spiked poufs on top of his head weren’t being steered by the very same child called for. Lifted up onto the shoulders of the “prospect” by his father who had quickly returned to his position flanking your shoulder.
“Okay Choso…” The spiky haired brat mumbled already on their way back inside.
“FUUC—“
The seconds dragged as men cleared the parking lot; returning to the clubhouse where the day started, or heading out on a ride as promised. The man behind you took the opportunity to shift closer to you, closing a gap no one was present to call either of you out for.
“Better get going… Wouldn’t want you to get stuck here with a monkey like me…” The smirk returned to his face as his hand returned to your body. A quick snap, and your body shoots forward toward the drivers side, escaping the spell he transfixed you in place with. Broken by the slap of his hand on your ass.
A deep chuckle rumbles out of his chest as you peel out of the lot. Dust obscuring his lower form, and yet drawing your attention back to his eyes. A blue daring you to see what happens if you stepped back into his cage.
MCRoadCaptain!Geto that is by the books when it comes to the safety of his club. Methodical in his methodology, he lives to plan and plans to keep his club alive.
MCRoadCaptain!Geto who knew that he was only as good as his intel, and there was no chance in hell he was going to let someone’s incompetence be the reason he breaks his clean streak.
MCRoadCaptain!Geto that keeps a close intel group including PoliceOfficer!Gojo who is more than willing to spill info to the hot biker and definitely does nothing to discourage the rumors that he trades intel for romantic favors.
Omg I’m glad yall are into my Apothecary Diaries x Clue series! Im reimagining them as the main 6 characters so Jinshi as Professor Plum was just the iceberg…
I didn’t give up on art, but I definitely stopped putting any effort into maintaining this passion of mine. So instead of being an art lurker and feeling sorry for myself I am going to start drawing now. Sorry you have encountered it… Not sorry if you stayed!
