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Ok hmm.. Ginny Lives Au. Where Imu shows mu's Possesiveness for Dragon, bc Dragon cares more for Bonney and Ginny than Imu?

“Insects. Always with the insects.”

Mr. Shadow’s fingers tap against their chair and more than ever, Ginny is simply aware of how said fingers are tipped with claws. Especially when said claws begin to scrap instead of tap, grinding at the solid stone. 

At least Bonney isn’t here. Facing what seems to be rage about to boil over in a slave master with a baby is the absolute last challenge Ginny wants to take on. 

“Beloved, it is a waste of your time, to spend so much of it doting on mere insects.” So spend it with me, is what isn’t said and what everyone in the room knows lies underneath that complaint. 

A clawed hand creeps over to Dragon’s own hand, gripping it tightly. 

“They will not last. Not like you and mu will.”

Slowly, carefully, he peels his hand free. Red eyes narrow, and the slight release of upset Conqueror’s Haki from Dragon’s action causes Ginny to flinch. Her heart rabbits, before she forces it to calm again. Best not to be noticed in the middle of this mess. Dragon can handle it. 

(As much as anyone can handle the attention of Mr. Shadow.)

“Imu. You could do anything with the resources you have at your fingertips. You have the power to order Saturn to find a cure for Sapphire Scales. But you don’t.” Dragon bravely meets the red eyes looking at him head-on. “Why?”

“Are you not listening, Beloved? They will not last.” A casual hand waved through the air, like it’s not entire lives it’s in the process of dismissing. “To find a so-called cure only prolongs the inevitable. Death comes for all that lies outside of Imu’s purview, outside of Imu’s kingdom.”

“If that’s your argument, why bother spending time with me?” Fingers go up to rub against the collar he wears, so much fancier than Ginny’s own but even more of a cage than hers. That’s what Ginny would argue, at least. 

Because among Celestial Dragons, prettier is worse. 

“I am as mortal as the ‘insects’ you scorn, and as mortal as the Nobles you lift above the rest.”Steady, so very steady, as the leader of the Revolutionary Army tells to the tyrant of the world’s face that, “You’re wasting your time.”

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Warlock Patron Au. Imu seems even more yandere-ish than, normaly if so i pity the fools who's cannot keep their hands of Mu's Dragon.

How would a day be in this au with Mu's Pov?

The line between a cleric and a warlock is thinner than one might think. Especially when one such as Imu is involved.

It is due to those thoughts that Imu decides: today, mu will take mu's Choice to the temple.

The Choice fights mu as he always does, silly thing. Simple enough to to squeeze at the invisible contract between them, to freeze him in place long enough for Imu to pick him up in mu's arms.

To fly him over to the main temple. Hidden within the shadows, of course. To observe. To watch.

"What doth thine eyes behold, in the temple?"

A temple full of offerings and prayers and incense to the five acceptable gods of the world.

Science and Defense, Environment, Justice, Finance, Agriculture...each god covers a different area of mortal belief. Covers all of them, quite usefully.

"Five gods...but you're not one of them." Choice says slowly. "Does that make you less important?"

Hah, trying to make Imu angry. Mu grins, fangs bared wide.

"Mu's altar lies in the absence, mu's Choice. Each god here..." Imu gestures to the statues, the alters. "...owes their powers to mu and mu alone. Thou understandst?"

"If that's the case, what do you get out of it?"

Clever question.

Imu leans closer, wrapping mu's tail about Choice's legs. Pulling him closer, tight against Imu. So he can feel mu's desire pressing up into him.

"To pay off thy debts, there lies only one currency for those of power."

He knows. Of course he knows, foolish Choice who has spent so much of his time circumventing bargains for the weak as part of his rebellion.

"Souls."

"Yes. All of them. All who doth kneel at the altars."

"Their followers didn't agree to that."

Imu tilts mu's horned head. Why should that matter? "But they hath picked their gods and their gods agreed for them. Mu is paid, nonetheless."

"I didn't kneel." Choice pushes at Imu, stepping in a brush of mist out of mu's hold. Mu allows it, just this once.

"But thou didst once, mu's Choice." A clawed hand gestures at the altar in question, marked with swords and scales and seagulls. "At the altar of Justice."

A flinch. Oh, how he hates to remember those days when he served Imu's purpose with the rest of the sheep. Like there is a better purpose for said sheep than that.

(Than to have their throats cut, for the blood and meat to go upon Imu's table.)

"Not anymore."

Yes. A good thing. Imu would hate having to flay Warcury for daring to have any kind of jurisdiction over mu's Choice.

Mu hums, eyes flickering about the temple. Empty, not unsurprising considering the weight Imu pressed on it earlier. The priests would have taken it as a sign from their gods to leave it be for holy things to be done in the absence of men.

And they're not wrong. It is a sign from God. Just the most important one.

Oh, is the Choice trying to get away, trying to vanish into the shadows while Imu is seemingly distracted? Wrong choice.

"The difference between a cleric and a warlock, my love, is this..." Imu's red eyes draw close to dark ones, a clawed hand wrapping about a wrist. "A cleric chooses their god. But a warlock..."

Imu's other hand touches the Choice's face, resting near his mouth.

"Thy god chosest thee."

The Choice bites. It means nothing, blood flooding into him. Might even better for what Imu plans to do next, laying him down on the nearest altar. Knocking some of the offerings off in the process, but who cares? This is Imu's temple, through and through. Pinning him flat, Imu smiles down at mu's Choice.

And it is there, upon the altar of Justice, that Imu fucks Dragon.

Slowly and thoroughly.

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In Ginny Lives Au. does Imu have fit's of jealousy whenever Dragon and Ginny are to close for Imu's Comfort?

Very much so.

At first, Imu would physically punish Ginny for getting too close, but then Dragon would stonewall mu and that's no good.

Things that have proven more effective in expressing Imu's displeasure without the stonewall factor include (but are not limited to):

-Limiting both Beloved's and the mouse's access to the mouse's spawn, variations on this are good for degrees of displeasure. Limiting Beloved alone is good for lesser ones, for something bigger separating the mouse and child is better because Beloved does not like being the cause of his follower's (and follower's child's) distress.

-Lending the mouse out to one of the God Knights. See, Imu can reward mu's Knights and show Beloved what's best for him at the same! Very effective!

-Muse out loud about capturing another Revolutionary for fun, not seriously because having more competition for Beloved's attention is a no but it's so fun to see the fire in his eyes whenever mu thinks about it!

Really, one of the more fun parts of writing the Dragon x Imu ship is that both sides have great power over the other but not in any way they themselves think that matters.

Imu wants Dragon bad enough that mu is changing old behaviors that mu usually uses for bed slaves. Dragon makes Imu active in ways that mu hasn't been for centuries. But Dragon can't use any of that interest to make Imu stop destroying the world, torturing people.

On the other hand, Dragon could seriously ask Imu for almost anything and be granted it. Imu is the ruler of the world after all. But Dragon won't change to actually want anything from Imu, though Imu desires that desire from him most of all.

Want anything other than freedom that is. And freedom has been anathema to Imu for a very long time now.

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Hi i wanted to say your Dragon x Imu Au's are really Awesome.

So a How did the 5 (Elders) God's react as Imu choose Dragon as (His) Warlock in the Warlock Patron Au?

Aw thanks! I'm happy to hear people are enjoying them.

Well, at first the five Elders were pretty concerned that one of them might be replaced, because they all started out on their own path to Godhood/Power by warlock-type bargains.

That concern went away pretty quick after seeing their Lord actually interact with Dragon, because the assumption then became (correctly) "Oh our King is too possessive of this new toy to ever even consider raising him up to actual Godhood because that would mean losing control of said toy."

Like Imu definitely wants to make Dragon immortal, but in the sense that said immortality is always tied to Imu. Like those gods/powerful beings/spirits in real life mythology that are only remembered for being lovers of more powerful beings.

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Hi can you maybe make a snippet from the Warlock Patron Au where Kuma hat to Save Dragon from the Dead the first Time and Imu's Reaction to this please?🥹🥹

It’s the unfortunate reality of any battlefield. The dead. At the very least the Revolution’s victory on this section of the island means they can recover the bodies properly. 

Dragon’s at Kuma’s side for this today. He usually is, for this kind of thing. Has to see the bodies with his own eyes, pick them up with his own hands. To make up for losing them. 

Kuma understands. He’s also here for the same. To pay back the dead with respect. Even if they aren’t here to feel that respect anymore. 

So many piles. All gathered up to be properly respected for later, enemy and ally alike. 

Movement. Shifting. Something in one of the piles has moved. 

“Did you see that?”

Kuma nods, eyes also searching for the source. 

“Could there be-?”

A survivor? There shouldn’t be, the medics have already come through. But- what if? His heart quickens in his chest alongside his feet, to catch up with Dragon. Who is already kneeling next to one of the corpses piles, reaching out to check for a pulse. 

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“Wait, Dragon-”

Kuma reaches out. But not before something else does the same first. 

The owner of the wrist Dragon had been checking grabs onto Dragon’s arm. A voice, one using something other than the vocal chords of the young body, echoes and cracks through their ears. “How curious. What art thee, that lies on the other side of the Abyss?”

“Who, no, what are you?” Dragon sounds appalled, as he rips himself free to stagger backwards. Not faster enough, not when the rest of the pile is moving too. 

“Commander!” No names, not when they don’t know what kind of enemy (it has to be that) lies behind this abomination. 

“Cute. Thine taste...” A rotting bloated tongue swipes at holey lips. “Delectable.”

More and more moving. From every direction. All converged on Dragon and Dragon alone. 

“Come here. Allow mu to have mu’s fill.” Horrible words, ripping from many throats and shredded chests. Crawling on top of Dragon. Pinning him down, until Kuma can’t even see the bodies shift from the struggles that are surely happening underneath them. But again, the moving corpses are ignoring him. Giving Kuma a chance to act. 

(FREE HIM.)

It’s more than the pushing power of the Paw Paw Fruit that Kuma reaches for deep within, though later he cannot say what he had actually done. Only that he had reached and pushed at the dead surging towards them. 

“Turn Back.”

And the dead had. In fact, the corpses had turned to flee and the darkness within them...only a flash. Power gone. Allowing Kuma to stagger towards his friend so still on the ground, and haul him up onto his feet. 

“Are you alright, Dragon?”

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This Idea is soo deliciously positivly dangerous for poor teen Dragon.

So in the Dragon Deaged Au Idea if, Dragon's Memories return does his old Body return too or does it stay 17? How would Wooing Dragon even look like for Imu? and what Petname would Mu' call the Teenbean Dragon?

So, once he gets ALL the memories back, Dragon will return to his original age.

He's operating on a time limit here, for Imu figuring out what's up.

(I'm leaning towards this age thing being the fault of a Vegapunk Invention or MADS or something rather than a Devil Fruit. Makes for some different limits that way.)

Now, wooing a Teenbean Dragon, Imu will definitely offer him his enemies! A few Noble heads isn't too much of a trade-off for a lover that Imu wants to stick forever. And listening! Imu is very good at listening, and a Teen Dragon must have all KINDS of frustrations in the state he's in that need to be listened to.

Ironically, Imu is probably better at meeting a teenage Dragon halfway than a full grown Dragon.

Imu would still want to call Dragon 'Beloved,' but for now, Imu will simply call him Monkey to assure him that Imu is taking him seriously. Imu's little monkey, isn't that a thought?

Side note: Getting Imu backstory will be fantastic for a reverse of this, where a baby Imu hangs out with RA Leader Dragon.

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Older than Despair au

How would other form Imu interact with Ginny and Dragon? Would the elders Immediately know that Dragon was made Imortal?

Would the child Imu wants be luffy again or will there be another one? What if first dream of an Imortal Beloved came true for Imu? How would Dragon react if he was told he was Imortal?

HMM.

Yeah, the Elders would know right away. How Imu does immortality isn't exactly subtle.

Imu would prefer that there be no child at all, actually. Just Imu and Beloved.

But at the moment, Imu wants Luffy back because Imu invested time in making that one damnit. The revelation of Devil Fruit and hat and dream will put Imu off of Luffy and into making a new child, if Dragon still needs one.

If Dragon was told he was immortal, he'd...try to kill himself. This man knows what he wants and what he wants is to not be here forever with Imu.

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Older than Despair Au.

I thought Dragon despaired at Imu's open 'affection' for him with Ginny in the Room.

Could it be worse if it was Private between them in Mu's special Garden?

A part of the next chapter for this:

It is by leash that Imu brings him to the gardens, to the heart of them, where the butterflies as ephemeral as Imu’s subjects flutter about. A delicate leash of gold that should serve more as a reminder than actual leash, but one that Imu finds mu’s hand tugging at. Because Beloved continues to be rebellious.

“...what are you doing?”

Once again, the man stalls, looking about the surrounding greenery. The flowers. Pots full of them, that Imu had moved here for a very specific purpose. Flowers from the garden for Beloved. Hooded orchids, blue roses, various lilacs mixes...

“Do you not like this, Beloved?” Another gentle tug. “Your favorites. Cultivated all in your absence, awaiting your return.”

Some of the more exotic blooms in particular are still not cooperating, unfortunately, but Imu has full confidence that will not continue to be an issue for long. 

His throat works. Very visibly under his beautiful silvery collar. 

Imu watches, with no little relish. 

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course not,” Imu agrees easily. “But mu wanted to.”

Mu reaches out, with clawed hand. Beckoning. “Like how mu wants you. Now.”

Beloved doesn’t come. 

Of course. It wouldn’t be any fun if he did, even if Imu would personally prefer it that way. There’s a different kind of entertainment to be had, in dropping the leash and sliding forward to grip the man about the forearms tightly before he can even think to flee. 

Easy enough, from there, to pin Beloved to the silken lounge chair, also brought out here for its specific purpose. 

“And here I thought you weren’t the type to desecrate your gardens like this, Imu,” Beloved hisses, as he squirms in Imu’s grip, trying to pull his wrists free as mu carefully chains his arms behind the chair. In padded cuffs, of course, he cannot be allowed to seriously injure himself. Not without Imu’s express permission. “You’re fucking me here?!”

As much as Imu would enjoy that-

“No. Nothing so base for this.”

There are certain things that Imu is not willing to share, even with the extensions and followers of Imu. But Beloved? Beloved will have all of them. 

Immortality and all of its gifts. 

The simplest way to accomplish that would be through the Op-Op Fruit’s Immortality Operation. Alas, Imu’s followers have failed again and again to recover this particular iteration of said Fruit’s bearer. 

So Imu must resort to other means. Other bindings and sacrifices. Mechanisms akin to how the Knights and Elders are bound to Imu, though not quite the same. 

Imu discards mu’s hiding shade, to reveal wings and horns and everything makes Imu Imu. So much larger than Beloved’s mere human form. 

There’s a gasp, a hiss, as Beloved expresses shock at Imu's greatness. But Imu ignores it. It cannot be dwelt on, with the task that must be completed. 

Mu places mu’s hands on Beloved’s bare chest. Gathering Omen. And also, slips mu’s tail into his mouth, between his teeth. 

“This will hurt.”

It is more warning than Imu has given anyone, in over seventy years. And warning given, Imu forces the Omen through Dragon’s veins.