Bishops x reader, but the reader is a past lover and they see their bishop in their new follower form. They may be big and scary but hey! They can finally hold each other’s hands and or hug.
Bishops reuniting w/ their partner as Followers
I kinda miss cotl i need to get back into it- i cant believe its been almost a year since i first got into it... i dont like how fast time is flying... makes me... uncomfortable...
notes: gn any creature reader, post game, implied reader is immortal/has been brought back several times/has a skull necklace since the bishops fell and died a LONG time ago- something something the entire game actually takes forever in universe something something lamb has a different perception of time as a god/immortal
cws: mentions of death
LESHY
very eager and very loud when you two finally reunite, he doesnt really care how the other cultists perceive him. youre HIS partner and hes not going to act all cool and collected when he finds you again... you... nearly think he would start scuttling all over you like you
his tail knocks over at least one person and/or small decoration- its basically wagging. its going to be wagging for a bit until things start feeling normal again. you bring him a sense of normalcy in these times and hes going to cling onto that hard
HEKET
now she actually does make a comment that you could have done better with your cult choices, shes not too much of a coward like kallamar to keep it to herself... slit throat or not shes going to speak her mind even if it takes a lot of effort and pain
will not let you leave her side... one might think she actually hated being separated from you for so long while she was in purgatory- and if you have the balls to ask her she will give you... a non answer that at least somewhat points to that theory being true. not that she would admit any form of weakness
thinks she is above the flocks work but god (lamb?) help her- if she sees you struggling she will pick up your work to cut you some slack... mutters something about how you shouldnt get used to it (you will get used to it)
KALLAMAR
well... its nice having one familiar face here! that isnt family at least... he actually is really happy to see you even if part of that comes from him clinging onto his life as a god- he still expects you to pamper him the same way you did before
he... does have a passing thought that you kind of sank low- really? the lambs cult? you chose to join the lamb? not that he can really say anything, hes here too... but still! its like! a total downgrade from anchordeep!
it... actually is a lot like how things were before, just less him openly shaming cultists- the size is an obvious thing. he still has the same wants and demands... you do sometimes feel like hes a little too vain, though... one would think getting killed and brought back to life to work in some healing bay would humble someone but alas/lh
SHAMURA
they dont instantly recognize you... but they know youre familiar and that youre important to them. in a sad sort of way its like watching them fall in love with you all over again- theyve been in purgatory for so long and without the crown their mind is in an even worse state
always always seeks you out for something- even in their worse moments they get the sense that youd be there for them, thus the instinct to come to you
the happy chittering sounds they make almost come out of left field for them- its involuntary and it makes them pause for a second to ponder over it
(Non Gender specific; based on the hc that creatures in the universe are hermaphroditic. Some angst about their past alongside the sexual tension.)
Nsfw below cut:
Leshy
The bush worm pawed at you, a low growl leaving his throat as he patiently waited for you to finish what you were doing. Or rather, the Leshy version of patience. He’d wanted your attention for the better part of an hour, and by the god he was going to get it at some point soon!
He was bored. Tired of waiting. If he were to have his vision he would distract himself with the colors and sights of his environment, but he could not. There was not even a peaceful melody playing nearby, or the sound of others talking to keep his attention.
He was so bored. Also, he was horny. The smell of you was intoxicating, and he was unsure if it was because you changed something in your care routine, or if his own breeding season was coming into fruition.
Hell, it could just be the worm was just sexually frustrated. He just knew he needed it.
When he was a burrower he knew his life was going to be short lived- or rather he thought it would be. Back then he was the prey animal. Back then he was the food to be caught and devoured by the creatures around him, so much stronger than himself. He was to be the sacrifice to gods even older than Shamura at the time.
He was so small then. So scared, and tucked away.
So lonely. He had no one.
But these were thoughts he didn't wish to think of at the moment. What he did want to think about was plunging deep inside you and making you cock stupid. To breed you and fill you with his eggs and hatch a future generation of gods. Burrowers that he could care for unlike his own predecessors.
Fuck the idea of you being swollen with his brood made him even hornier... Fuck.
Coming up behind you, he wrapped a large hand around your waist, sliding it to your hips and letting them rest on the curve that fit so perfectly beneath his hand. He let out an impatient sigh as he leaned in beside your head and moaned, “Rosebud~” an affectionate name he’d come to call you, "I need you… I crave you!”
You grinned, suppressing a chuckle. It was fun to play this game and test his patience, as little as he had. The crinkle of the leaves on his head that almost seemed to mimic an eyebrow furrowed, showing his disdain. Even if the emotion of his eyes were hidden behind ichor-soaked cloth, he couldn't hide his feelings. But that's what you love about him. He was open with you, never lied even if it hurt. But that just meant you could trust him, and he expected the same honesty from you. A god had no use for a liar, and a liar you were not.
You questioned him about why he needed your attention so eagerly, so soon, so desperately, even though you already knew the answer. You just wanted him to say it, because perhaps this time you would earn a beg or a plea from the youngest of the bishops. Perhaps, you could get this feral man to beg you for a crumb of your body.
Hah. As if.
"Rose bud... you know why. I want to lay you by my temple and ravish you! To have you beneath me as I eat you alive~"
If Leshy were to say that to any other living creature it would be a death sentence, a symbol that you were his next meal. A mere sacrifice of flesh to feed his ever-unsatiable hunger.
But it was you he was talking about. You filled a whole different hunger within the chaotic god. One that only you could fill in him, and by the gods was he starving for that meal right now.
As he growled your name, he opened his mouth, tongue sliding out as he lifted your shirt with a clawed hand to run it along your bare skin. He left a floral smelling saliva behind as he tasted you, tugging your pants down slightly and dipping the tip of his tongue down the hem.
You felt that burn in your cheeks, not only from Leshy's seductive motions but from the buzzing feeling of the aphrodisiacs that subconsciously formed from the wetness of his mouth. He knew how to rile you, but you were unsure if he realized it was his saliva that brought you there.
"Mine~" he chuckled before slipping off your bottoms, using his tongue to taste between your legs, enjoying your arousal completely. As his tongue slithered back into his toothy void of a mouth, he pressed you against the table you had been working on and perched himself over you.
You could feel his cock thick and wet against your inner thigh, the honey fluid leaking from the petal like tip, a mixture of seminal fluid and gushing egg canal arousal mixing into a mess on you.
"My rose bud... let me put you in full bloom~!" He let out a dark chuckle as he leaned down and gently nipped at your shoulder, running his tongue over fresh blood.
"Mine..."
Heket
The woman settled behind you, running a hand over your shoulder, the large palm feeling lightly chilly against your skin. She smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss on your cheek before walking alongside you to gather supplies.
She wasn't often close to others romantically. But for you, she made an exception. You were the one person she opened herself up to in such a vulnerable way that no other was allowed to experience. She was the only one who she'd ever let pleasure her through egg canal whether it was with you or toys inside her.
An embarrassing topic for her really.
She couldn't really remember what her life was like before the hardened life she'd made for herself along her siblings had begun. Unlike the world her human lover had told her about, her position as a woman did not affect the opinions amongst her followers, no did one assume she was any less strong.
The idea of entering the humans world and decimating the humans that thought in such ways was a curious thought. One that she often mused at the thought of. Show that world the power of a eldritch god of famine. Make them suffer for their ignorance.
But... then she thought of you. Her small human that barely came up to her shoulder in size. How there were many creatures like you that would welcome her with open arms and love her. How there were many that didn't deserve the horrible treatment they received. Your people were cruel, that she wouldn't deny, but they were intelligent in their own right.
She would never let you suffer. Not if she could help it.
Pausing, she felt that warmth in her belly. The sight of you on your back as she took you. The look on your face as you pleasured her in return. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt the all too familiar pulse of need between her thighs.
She was giving you that look as she peered over her shoulder. The look that lets you know she needed you. She'd been patiently waiting for you to finish your work, as you had been helping her with gathering mushrooms and roots for a special tonic.
Perhaps it was the way your body swiveled when you turned from plant to plant or how your rear plumped up when you bent over the large fallen logs to grasp more herbs and mushrooms, but whatever it was it drew the frog in, making her bite her bottom lip as she recalled the image in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat- or perhaps it was just the wound that so rudely kept down the sounds she wished to make for you. Sounds she wished for you to hear as she spoke your name in the heat of passion or called out to you as she sung praises of your body and soul.
You could tell she was lost and thought and smiled at her before you asked what she needed. You let her know it was fine to just show you, so she didn't have to speak and harm her throat. After all you loved and cared for Heket, and the last thing you ever wished was for her to live through the pain in her voice.
Heket weighed her options a moment before she crossed the barrier between the two of you, and blocked you against the bark of a tree, one hand over your head as she leaned forwards to look at you. The frog gave a small smile that slowly spread to a larger one, and a devilish grin laced her lips. She took two large digits of her hand and slid them gently down the front of your pants and tugged on them, implying she wanted them off.
You felt your cheeks flush at what she wanted. What she needed and nodded a silent confirmation.
Heket lay you in the grass and dirt of the forest, some autumn flowers in bloom beside you as she ran her fingers up your shirt to lift the fabric and run her tongue over your stomach. She looked down as she did so curiously, going lower before her head dipped between your thighs and used her tongue to caress your most intimate of places. She’d always loved your taste, that odd salty taste mixed with something so human. Something no one of her own kind could reproduce that made you so deliciously irresistible.
She couldn't talk, but she could croak out a chuckle as she watched you squirm at her touch. This only resulted in her nesting her face closer and devouring you.
As she sat up on her hind legs, you could see the spot between her legs glistening with her egg canal's arousal as her cloaca dared to let her cock bounce lightly from its hold, the precum dripping from the feathered tip that slowly ribbed downwards.
As she presented her cock and her hole, she tilted her head as to offer whichever you wanted. There was a burning need, a pleading look in her eyes as she dipped her fingers into the fluid and placed them against your lips to taste as she had you.
With a heated breath, she took in air, bracing herself for pain as she spoke, "Ple...ase......... b…..br….eed …… m…….e….?"
Kallamar
The man was anything but patient, but he could be when he was the one causing the delay. Dressing you in fine silks and jewels, having you show them off as you titled, bracelets and necklaces jingling as a result… He absolutely adored adoring you with such expensive and grandeur treasures he'd gathered either by offering from his followers or collected as spoils of war when he'd fought alongside Shamura millennia ago.
Now, he had little use to wear them himself, little use showing off his spoils now that war had settled and there was nowhere near a constant happening. No need to show off his grand wealth and how, even when hindered with gems and jewels, complicated silks and clothing he could still beat his enemies into submission with skills one could only envy in his precise use of weaponry.
Instead, he opted to have his delicate human lover dress themselves in his spoils, and oh how it aroused him to no end. A low growl left his throat as he spun his finger in a circle, commanding you to twirl for the umpteenth time, having you do so whenever he changed jewelry or slipped you into a new outfit. There were times when he would strip you of clothing completely and see your naked glimmering glory shimmering with his wealth. A mixture of a power trip and sexual pleasure at providing he supposed.
"Beautiful... simply astonishing," he spoke more to himself than to you. But they were still compliments nonetheless, "Come to me my little pearl,"
He beckoned you with a nickname, motioning with a finger to come closer. His hearing was greatly muffled, but he could still hear you as you chuckled, distant and far.
He furrowed his brow. He was auditorial, more so than visual, and it pissed him off to not be able to hear your voice clearly. He was told his hearing was similar to being underwater, but he begged to differ as being underwater never sounded like this. Underwater was fluid and clear to him. Even now, as he settled underwater, keeping his blessing upon you to breath the same aquatic atmosphere, he could make out just barely the familiar call of the ocean in his ears. Begging him to listen and hear the ocean sing once more.
Though she called out to him, Kallamar knew he would never hear the ocean speak to him as she did so long ago. Long enough he feared he would forget her call. His heart ached to hear the ocean sing.
The muffling reverberation of your voice brought him back to his reality. His eyes trailed to your lips so as to take in what you said. He knew that you were not savvy to sign language, and so long as you spoke clearly to allow him to lip read he cared not. He would rather stare at your face and mouth over your hands as your face was mesmerizing.
Patting his lap, you could see that he'd obviously been enjoying the show of decorating you in jewels and gems, since his dual cocks stood at full attention, the thick tapered tips-tinged pink with a light blue decorating the entire shafts, a red pattern underneath with dark teal spots atop them. He gathered some of the slick fluids from his egg canal and smeared it over both, a deliciously seductive grin lacing his features as he picked you up and nestled you between the both of them, contemplating how deep they could sink into you.
"I bet I could make you bulge with my cocks... imagine how much I could fill you with my seed... hmm... let's see you house a gods brood shall we? I'm sure you could take both after all~"
Shamura
(Shamura’s goes more into sex than the others, but it’s not detailed in order to be fair. I just needed it to happen for story reasons. Also the reason it's so long is because it devels into Shamura's thought process, and this spider is VERY detail oriented and we all know this.)
"And you are absolutely sure?" Shamura reiterated as they ran a hand down your front and settled it on your stomach.
You nodded in agreement. Shamura had asked if you would be willing to carry their brood to term, which entailed them filling you with eggs and fluid to nourish them. Of course you were willing, as there was no one you trusted more than Shamura.
They were, however, a very large spider, and thus, breeding would be very difficult. So, the spider had offered an alternative to the act.
Settling back to relax, they patted their fluffy chest, beckoning you to lay against them. This was no spur of the moment situation. They had asked you before they asked anyone else, as you were a very dear person to them. You often wondered how special you were, and if you were anywhere near how much the other had felt towards Narinder.
Granted that had been a familial love, but a deep love all the same. Perhaps no one would ever be as special. While that fact on its own was painful, the fact they care at all was a special feeling.
As you leaned with your back into the god of war, they placed their hands on either shoulder, gently massaging you in small circles. This was to be an intimate moment, not simply a business transaction built under the guise of protection from others.
They pondered as they rubbed your shoulders… how long had it been since they had touched another intimately as a lover does? How long had it been since they’d felt the warmth of a lover’s breath on their flesh?
How long had it been since the last time they had bred with another?
It would be foolish to believe that a god of their age to not have sired children in the past. They had all long since passed however, which while painful to experience, was a natural part of life. Living creatures were meant to pass, meant to die, meant to leave this plane on a journey to another.
This was something that Narinder had not understood, and while they were on better terms now, was something of a sore subject to this day. Luckily, Shamura had never told the others of their past children, as those children had passed long before even Kallamar had hatched.
But now of course they would all expect a new brood of children, as he had told them all of their plans to produce offspring. Surprisingly, they were all excited to be an aunt and uncles. They pondered how their brood would fair being raised by so many different varieties of personalities- but they suspected they would do just fine.
Shamura had moved their hand slowly down their chest, and between your legs as they’d been lost in their thoughts, noticing the hitch of your breath and how desperately you clung to them as they had begun to stretch you one finger at a time to accommodate for more fingers later. After all, they would have to place their seed inside you, and to make sure it stuck well inside your opening, there needed to be a way to cake your insides without the risk of it sliding out from shallow penetration.
“Good…. Very good my dear,” they hummed, that airy breath in your ear.
You felt a slightly furry arm brush against your back as it moved between the others legs to slide between their own folds which held their ovipositor. A small inhale from them followed by the hum of a groan as one of their spindly legs pressed you closer into them.
They took a deep breath from you near your shoulder, lightly licking from shoulder to neck and nibbling flesh lightly. It was enough to make you shiver, but not enough to draw blood.
A few dips of their fingers inside their egg canal coaxed their cock from its sheath, lightly twitching and eager to be of use. Shamura themselves, however, was the most patient being in this plane of existence, and thus remained calm as they continued to massage between your legs to induce an orgasm.
The god of war themselves became lost in memories again. An unfortunate response to their skull injury. While it was not as bad as it once had been, it still stung and drew them into the realms of the past.
They released the fluid into their palm and slowly began to stuff your hole with their egg canal fluids, important fluids that would nurture and feed the eggs, as you could not produce such fluids yourself. Humans were not capable.
At some point you changed your mind and decided to become more intimate, letting them have you in a way couples often do letting them place themselves within you instead.
The memories came back to their days before a war god without family. Without lovers. Without siblings. They were nothing more than an angry monster. One that had been tired of the world crashing around them and trying to desperately kill them for merely existing. Being called a ‘disgusting creature’ as spiders often were. The crown had found them as they were spinning their web, fixing the damage that had been wrought in their home in silk cradle, a war zone that threatened to erase every member of their kind.
The irony.
Once they had adorned the crown they had changed. They had become angry. Vengeful. The beginning of another’s end. As war raged on, there were lovers. There were those that placed themselves before the other merely for reproductive purposes. After all their kind had dwindled quite a bit in the extermination, and producing offspring was of the utmost importance.
But none had loved them. None had embraced them with the love of a partner, lover, friend or even anything remotely familial. They had many partners within their lifetime.
A kiss.
Shamura’s mind fell back to the act at hand as you placed kisses over their lipless mouth, their chelicerae. Shamura tried not to show their surprise, as sex had never involved such intimacy with them. The way you caressed their face, kissed them, gently slid down to bury your face in the others chest gripping the fluff and riding them into the edge of ecstasy.
Even Shamura couldn’t help the sounds that escaped their throat as it all occurred. Hands briefly hesitating before grasping your hips to continue the act.
Warmth. A deep warmth. It was not familiar as it was the first time they had found their sibling Kallamar, a small squid who had recently found his crown, sobbing over the loss of their entire family and terrified. Someone whom they taught to fight so as not to be so scared of a war-torn world. A world… that they had created.
Death was born from the war the god continued to wrought, and as this small kitten played his role as a god of death. No remorse on his face as he slaughtered dozens, hundreds, it left the spider with a pain in their gut. Perhaps the reason that Shamura loved Narinder more than any of the other siblings… was because it became blaringly clear that there were things that children should not bare. Death was something that this child should not have to handle, something that was so terrible that they themselves wished they could take over from the child- but alas the crown was a fickle thing, and wouldn’t swap it’s owner unless it desired so- even if a god that was gifted it freely chose to relinquish it, should the crown not agree, it would simply not accept it’s new owner without reason.
So, Narinder’s job was born of suffering. Shamura would keep him safe. Make sure that his life was not more suffering than it already was cursed to be.
The next time that Shamura had felt warmth was the discovery of a tadpole who had only just begun to sprout her legs. A crown had chosen this aggressive frog offspring, and as she hissed and chomped at them Shamura could only let out the deepest belly laugh that surprised both Narinder and Kallamar. Such a small creature was able to be so vicious, a perfect addition to the growing family.
The final time that Shamura had felt this warmth was the discovery of a loud, crying burrower. He was hungry and had gotten stuck in a log, viciously flailing and growling, chomping at the log, and trying to make his arms work, as they were new. There had never been a creature quite like him in the forest before. Despite the bites and the scratches, Shamura did not flinch as they dislodged the infant god, and named him. The only one of their siblings they had given a name- Leshy, after the forest of gods older than even Shamura themselves.
Hearing you call their name brought Shamura back to the events that were playing out. How they wished their mind could stay in one place!!! How they wished he could focus on the deed they had arranged to be done.
They swore they heard you whisper soft words of romantism. They swore they heard you speak clearly the words of love and adoration a lover would.
They swore they heard you say that you loved them.
Those last words made their heart ache. Feel sore. Caused them to grip you tighter, closer, return kisses. Not want to let go even as they released and pumped their fluids and eggs inside you. Not even as they rode out orgasm after orgasm out of you.
This warmth was different from the warmth they’d felt in their previous years of life. It was hot, like a burning. Like they were on fire. Not any more important than the other flashes of heat that had marked important moments in their life, or the bonds that had formed from those seeds of warmth and love. But a different kind of… love.
They did not love you any more than their family. But you were the only one they loved in such a way. It was a unique kind of love.
As they let both yours and their own breathing steady, they pressed their chelicerae to your forehead, unable to give kisses as you would, but still giving the motion in an attempt to recreate the sentiment.
They felt you doze off. Not that they could blame you. The event had taken nearly four hours to complete thanks to their unwavering stamina.
Petting the top of your head, they became lost in thought. A low humming tune escaping their throat.
Cult of the Lamb x Tall! Reader who loves giving piggyback rides. Headcanons.
The Lamb, Narinder, Leshy, Heket, Shamura & Kallamar.
(this will be with the bishops in follower form because i dont really think it would be possible to pick them up in their bishop forms).
Narinder
General:
He had returned from a crusade with the lamb, his legs were hurting a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Someone else did though. He was not happy when he was lifted up into the air, out of nowhere.
Narinder can and will try anything to make you put him down, but upon realizing you're not putting him down, he accepts defeat.
When he suddenly gets put down on a bed, he realized that you probably somehow knew that his legs were hurting, and just wanted him to get some rest.
He will thank you, before asking you to leave.
Romantic:
Ngl he definetly enjoys the piggyback rides, as long as he initiates them.
If not then he will likely shout something along the lines of ''Put me down! I will not tolerate- oh its just you. Put me down please''.
Will purr lightly when recieving piggyback rides.
Can and will kiss the top of your head while up on your shoulders.
He enjoys cuddeling your back if you can't / dont want to have him up on your shoulders.
Loves the feeling of being big again. even if not as big as he used to be.
He will ask you to ensure that the lamb isnt around if you pick him up. He already got defeated by the lamb, he doesn't need to have them see him being given piggyback rides.
Heket
General:
I don't even know how you even picked her up in the first place to be honest.
Definetly enjoys them as long as people don't really see it.
Does kind of like it if you just carry her to the kitchen or just bring her food.
Also likes the feeling of being slightly bigger then everyone else, but the thought of how she looks alone is enough to turn her away for a majority of the time.
It reminds her of before she got slain by the lamb so she does find some joy in being carried around.
Romantic:
Heket does become a whole lot more fond of being given piggyback rides once you're in a relationship with her.
She will do anything to avoid you picking her up infront of the other ex-bishops (especially Leshy because he likely wont stop teasing her if he finds out).
Will probably ask you to take her somewhere if she doesn't feel like walking.
I feel like she has tried to jump onto your back atleast once.
She will kiss you one way or another whenever you pick her up.
Leshy
General:
I don't even know if its possible to give Leshy piggyback rides considering that, well, he's a worm.
He will try and wiggle out of your grasp if you pick him up.
Once he realizes that now he's far above everyone else, he feels happy, untill you or someone else, reminds him that he is currently being carried on your shoulders.
unless you hold him in place he can and will fall off you, unless he wraps around you like a scarf.
Romantic:
If you don't pick him up, he's definetly gonna try and slither onto you just so he can be on your shoulders, or somehwere else on you.
Makes for a very nice and alive scarf for the winter.
He will be cuddling you while he's wrapped around you in one way or another.
If its cold, he's basically glued to you.
He will ask you to just carry him sometimes.
Kallamar
General:
He is terrified when you first pick him up.
He's going through every single possibility as for why you would pick him up, and none of them are good.
Lowkey will have an anexiety attack if you don't tell him why you picked him up out of nowhere.
If you do it to him while he looks uncomfortable and bring him somewhere he can be alone for a bit he will probably try to thank you.
He is nervous so if you sense something is up and you go pick him up and take him somewhere to comfort him he's gonna be getting very close to you.
Romantic:
If he feels uncomfortable he can and will look for you.
You have become a safe space with the addition of maybe some cuddles.
Loves being picked up by you, makes him feel like he's not gonna get hurt.
Kallamar will hug you constantly while being given a piggyback ride.
He doesn't want to go back down once you pick him up, he has to though but he's not too happy about (too scared to really complain though).
if you're not gonna have him on your shoulders he'd likely prefer to be carried facing the front of you rather then your back. Mainly because he's scared he's gonna be attacked without you noticing.
Shamura
General:
Shamura was probably curious at first about what this ''piggyback ride'' thing you were talking about was.
Immidietly after you pick them up they get confused.
Just one moment ago you guys were talking, and now they're on your back.
Once you explain what piggyback rides are and why people give them, Shamura immidietly calms down, now knowing why they're currently on your back / shoulders.
Might rest their head on your head depending on how close they are to you and or if they're on your shoulders
Romantic:
Shamura will give you small kisses on top of your head whenever they're recieving piggyback rides.
If they have a feeling that they forgot that they needed to be somewhere, they'll go to you because you usually know.
If it wasn't for their injury, they would've given you piggyback rides as well.
They have read a book atleast once while sitting on your shoulders.
The Lamb / Lambert
General:
The Lamb had been on many crusades before, usually coming back un-injured.
Allthough one day in particular after a crusade they had gotten a somewhat bad leg injury.
You along with many other followers came up to see what was wrong. You being more then happy to carry your leader, gave the lamb a piggyback ride to the infirmary.
Once out of the infirmary they saw you carrying children around via piggyback rides as well
They definetly are curious as for why you're so willing to give people piggyback rides.
Will ask you about it one day, curious if you viewed them kind of like a child that day they had the leg injury.
Romantic:
The lamb loves recieving piggyback rides.
Whenever they return from a crusade uninjured and if nobody needs them at the moment, they will immidietly go to you, maybe ask you for a walk (mainly because if their legs get tired they can just ask for a piggyback ride).
Would give you piggyback rides if you werent as tall.
They love cuddling with you as you just walk around with them.
I imagine that their legs have been sore for some reason atleast once on a day where they had to perform a cermone so they just asked you if they could sit on your shoulders for the duration.
Hello again! It's been a while hasn't it? I was thinking about a young, pre crown, pre injury Shamura x Male reader that becomes best friends with them. How they grow up together as friends (maybe more) into Bishophood.
[I also hc Shamura as afab nb as well if that matters. Pretty sure it doesn't lmao.]
Childhood Dreamers| Shamura Headcanons w/ Male Reader P1
⟡↺ It has been very long! Happy to hear from you again :D (I totally didn’t start writing this instead of starting to get ready for bed) I am going off pure headcanon stuff since I don’t feel like looking if there’s any lore for precrown Shamura-
⟡↺ Seeing this request cured my depression /j
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Shamure/Reader, Romance?, pre-game, Reader being called MC
➤ Splitting this into parts because I want to a oneshot for it but it’s like 11 and I got schooling to deal with in the morning so sorry if it’s pretty short (wanted to get something done quickly but I’m like mentally out of it) will put part two here when done with it
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⋆.˚ Childhood Dreamers Headcanons ♡
Childhood Years!
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura steals MC’s clothes, no question about it. It doesn’t matter if MC is half their size, clothes will be stolen
๋࣭⭑⚝ They are pretty affectionate, liking headbumps and hugs
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura and MC have matching “web crowns” most of the time aka the closest you get to flower crowns most of the time.
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura goes to MC for comfort and reaffirmation about their feelings, with MC being the first person they told about being uncomfortable with being a girl.
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura tries their best to remember everything about MC since it makes them feel like a good friend.
๋࣭⭑⚝ MC was Shamura’s first and only friend for most of their childhood.
Early “Bishop” Years!
๋࣭⭑⚝ Pushes MC away at first in worry of harming them
๋࣭⭑⚝ Trusts MC like a lifeline, asking them for guidance constantly
๋࣭⭑⚝ Sometimes will spend whole days clinging to MC when their new followers get to much for them
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura has at least twice fallen asleep on MC while venting about how stressed they are with so many people caring about their option out of nowhere
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura’s crown likes to sit on MC’s shoulder and often fetches MC if Shamura gets overwhelmed (aka annoys MC until they follow it)
๋࣭⭑⚝ Shamura likely started to form feelings for MC a bit into these years
Can you do some bishop x follower!reader headcanons?? A little nsfw if you want ;)
I got carried away with this lol It is over one thousand words overall. I did put the NSFW content under the cut. And thank you for the request! (this post is tagged NSFT instead of NSFW as it actually shows up)
Warnings: Suggestive themes, Canon typical violence, Naughty stuff under the cut
Bishops x follower!reader headcanons, with NSFW 🔞
Shamura
Depending on your height, they may insist on you sit on their shoulder when out of the temple. They aren’t undermining your capabilities to defend yourself, but they just worry about you. The upside is you get spoiled AND get to cuddle into Shamura’s shoulder all day, such a win.
Loves to tell you stories when you have trouble falling asleep. They are a master storyteller and can make the readings from the Old Faith’s scripture interest even the biggest of heretics. Their voice lulls you to sleep every time.
Likes to make sure all your needs are met. Whether it be that you have plenty of nice clean robes that match their own, having handmade meals for every meal, or even that you have a piece of jewelry that has their symbol on it, so others know that you are taken.
Kallamar
Being a swimmer is a MUST. So if you don’t know how to swim he will be more than happy to help. It is one of the biggest bonding activities you both do. You will free dive as far down as you can with Kallamar swimming down, collecting shells and bones from dead followers all the same.
He likes to hold you as you two dance. With your stature being smaller than his (even if you are a follower with a tall height) it just makes it easier for you both.
Even if you are out with him, he makes sure you have a weapon on you. What if he lost you and you got attacked, huh? It just gives him a piece of mind that you can defend yourself. It is one of the things he will not let slide.
Heket
She loves it when you collect flowers for her. It is just such a simple act of affection that she will never get over. You have tried to collect enough flowers to make her a flower crown that would fit her. You got a fourth of the way done before it got caught in the wind and blown away. The sentiment was still there, so it was ok in the end.
Heket likes to walk with you in the fall weather in Anura. The brisk morning air is always refreshing, and watching you jump into leaf piles whenever you pass one is also a big bonus.
Will commission matching jewelry for you both. Part of it is that is to show your strong emotional bonds and deep commitment to each other. The other part of it is to let new and current followers know that you are taken. Some still seem too dense to get the memo, but it has gotten better than it used to.
Leshy
Leshy has a mean game that you both play on the other followers. He asks you if you would like something, you say what you want, and he makes a random follower go and get it! Most of the time you have pity on the follower and ask for something easy to acquire. But if it is a follower known for being an ass to others or has wronged you in the past, you will ask for something impossible for their skill level to achieve. Coming back empty-handed results in an impromptu sacrifice.
You will get ahold of his leaves that shed from his body and make shawls for yourself. He thinks it is genuinely the cutest he has ever seen. He will collect the leaves he notices falling off and bring them to you so you can make more.
Will not admit it out load, but he has the biggest soft spot for you. Has the biggest crush on you even when you are together. He likes to find cool precious or semi-precious rocks for you. Is still kind shy about it, you blush and giggle every time he does it.
🔞⚠️ NSFW under the cut ⚠️🔞
NSFW headcanons!
Shamura
They are a service top all the way. Wants to make sure you are satisfied. (Or overstimulated, whichever you like more) They will be willing to bottom but prefers to be the one pleasuring you.
Shamura likes to hold you in their hands when you two are getting nasty. It is incredibly intimate for them and makes them feel close to you. It also feeds you size kink, which is also delightful.
They haven’t mentioned it to you directly, but they love it when you are vocal. You’re not sure if it is a dominants thing, but they want everyone in the temple to know who’s you are. They will often egg you on to be louder if you are ok with it.
Kallamar
Kallamar is a switch that is more comfortable being a bottom. He is worried that if he is on top, he might hurt you, at least that is what he says. He truly revels in that fact that someone who is (or technically was) a follower is having their way with him.
Will do whatever position you want him to do. This man will do the banana splits if that’s what you want.
Would be shy about it but would love to be pegged. Not being in any sort of control would be euphoric for him. And he would be like putty in your hands. Just don’t tell any of his siblings, ok?
Heket
Heket is also a switch but is usually the dominant one. She loves making a mess out of you and will make you say your darkest desires. This is especially true if you show embarrassment, she will double down and she will know by the end of the night.
She isn’t mean in bed but won’t deny that she can be a bit of a bully. Heket can say the nicest things while forcing you to your knees with the best bedroom eyes you have ever seen.
Will call you a “Good little follower” if you are into that. But that also means you will be required to call her your Mistress. But that isn’t really a bad thing in your eyes.
Leshy
Leshy is a top. He has trouble being the bottom, due it his wandering hands that can’t stay to themselves. He also can’t help that you are so attractive to him! You are his kryptonite, in more ways than one. He is also a notorious tease in and out of bed.
His favorite place is in the baren parts of the Darkwood forest. He has an exhibitionist streak that simply can’t be ignored. He is a bit more primal due to him being a bit younger than his other siblings. So, he likes to be more in the open when you too are intimate.
Out of the current Bishops, definitely has a breeding kink. If you don’t want kids, he will respect that. but if you would at least roleplay it with him, he will be a goner. And if you do want kids? Be prepared, you are in for a ride.
