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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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Hunter meeting Hunter

A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 1

Authors Note: Do I hear OC x OC bells? Maaaaaaybe~ This is a story starting my OC Xaviera with @the-slasher-files‘s OC Andrei and how they meet and all the adventure and of course....murder, because they are killers. Many thanks to @the-slasher-files because this story couldn’t have been made without her help.

Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me

Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files

Warning: The following story below contains murder and death, because our killers love it.

Words: 2.0k

Winter in Himalaya was definitely cruel and oh so very cold, below freezing, everything was covered in pure white, the snow that if you weren't equipped adequately, would freeze your extremities like feet and hands.

That wasn't a problem for Xaviera since it wasn't her first time in Himalaya. For her, it felt like visiting her grandparents, who sadly died a long time ago. Her icy blue eyes took in the scenery; the quietness, the tranquility, she felt like she was home, but right now she didn't have time for basking in what Mother Nature had to offer, because the snow-white haired woman had a mission and just like an Apex predator, she was set to fill it to the end perfectly.

She was currently laid on her front on a low ridge, camouflaged in the snow, like Snow Leopard, her eyes trained on a small group of three poachers. This wasn't her principal mission for why she came to Himalaya, but when life gives you a chance at hunting to balance the ecosystem, you take it and that's what she does.

They are marching through the snow in the clearing of the forest, her eye looking at them from the telescope of her sniper rifle, her finger hovering on the trigger, waiting like an animal in hunting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

She was just going to do that, but she felt like something was off, like someone else was there; a feeling she got after years of observing animals. Her blue eyes left the poachers only to see something moving behind the trees.

A man.

Her lips were pulled into a thin line; that she didn't expect. Was he with them? What was he planning?

Before she could ask herself any more questions, the sound of a gun shooting meets her ears. The man just shot one of the poachers, not deadly, but enough to make said wounded man yell in pain.

Fuck, that didn't happen before and her first instinct told her to take care of the poachers; that was her job and she just did that. It only took one minute to fatally wound them, seeing their bodies drop on the snow, white turning scarlet.

Her gaze averted from the killed poachers to the man, only for him to be gone. Xaviera gulped down, still hiding in place, blue eyes scanning the area for any movement, not daring to move an inch from her hiding spot.

Where had he gone? She tried to peak her ears up for sounds that might give away his location, but nothing.

Another instinct followed, screaming at her to run the hell out of there and she quickly did that, strapping her sniper rifle on her back and getting off from the cold blanket of snow, marching off the ridge, only when she reached the bottom, she saw a silouethe from the corner of her eyes.

It was him, he was standing there on the entry of the forest that surrounded them.

It was like two animals coming face to face, neither of them moving an inch, waiting for the other to make the first move, which the man did. He just stared at her, like a predator that saw potential prey, and then he took off into a sprint in her direction.

This was bad. Xaviera had no combat skills what so ever and she knew she was no match for the tall and imposing stranger, who looked around 6'5 or so. She was only 5'4 for Christ Sake.

She did the first thing that came to mind; running, taking off into the opposite direction, straight up into the dense snowy forest. She wasn't one for brute strength, but she made it up with being an agile and fast runner, but just like the cheetah that was for small distances because she quickly lost speed.

She remembered the dart bows with venom in the pocket of her winter jacket. She may not pack deadly muscles, but she sure packs a sneaky and venomous attitude under the thick winter clothing.

She brakes to a halt and looks straight into the eyes of the man, who was just a few feet away from her, coming to a stop too, looking skeptical at her. Her hand was ready to throw the darts at him, aiming for the neck.

"One more step and you're dead. I don't suppose you would want a dose of Russell's Viper venom into your bloodstream. Even if you survive the venom, the effects are life-long term." she threatened him, getting into a defensive pose.

He looked like one of these big gray wolves that are really to pounce into the kill and that's what he did, dodging her venomous darts with precision, her blue eyes meet his own, and pain shot through her back as her rifle dug into her back.

He pinned her on one of the trees, both her hands in one of his so much bigger ones. She couldn't even move her hands an inch, that's how much power this man exhumed, and by the feeling of his grip, she knew he could break her wrists in a matter of seconds.

He had light brown hair in a faux hawk hairstyle and his eyes resembled hers a little in color, that icy blue. He also had scars, one on his right cheek, the other going from his forehead down to his left cheek, and another on the bottom of his jaw. What really caught her attention were his sharp K9s.....resembling so much of a wolf.

She looked up at him with eyes that would resemble a fierce cat, her lips pulled into a snarl, just like a cornered animal, hissing at him to let her go. His free hand moved slowly to her cheek, stroking the soft, cold skin with his rough one.

"Easy little mouse, easy...." he cooed, making alarm bells ring in her head, trembling like an animal that was ready to strike and she was ready to smash his precious jewels with her knee, only for a loud sound to pull on both their attention.

Xaviera's eyes widened as she saw the avalanche coming and they were done for, she blacked out as the snow-covered them. When she did woke up, she panicked and trashed, digging up to get out of the snow and breath, adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.

When her head peaked up from the snow, she took a deep breath, surprised even herself that she managed to survive this. Her eyes looked around and noticed one hand peeking up from the snow.

She stumbled on shaky legs there, digging the man from under the snow. One shaky hand checked his pulse; still alive, but unconscious and as she looked over his body she noticed that he had a deep gash on his biceps and his ankle was twisted.

'Just let him die and get back to the cottage.' That's what she first thought, but she also felt a sense of pity wash over her.

'Why help him? He was probably going to slice and dice you on the spot there.' She debated what to do.

He resembled so much more than a human, almost like he was at a moment a wounded wolf that she spotted in the snow. She groaned, her soft spot getting to her.

Finally deciding, she tried to put one of his arms over her shoulder to balance his weight, which wasn't an easy deal, because he was tall and very heavy and she was like a shrimp compared to him.

Her eyes took in the sky, signaling her that night was close and it was going to snow.

To say the least that the marching to her cottage was a challenge would have been an easy saying, it drowned all her energy, but her hope sparked up when she saw her salvation.

She got him inside and with her last effort, she dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. All she wanted was to sleep and recharge herself, but that was a luxury she couldn't afford at the moment. She needed to start the fire to heat up the cottage, treat his wounds, and hers; the ice really felt like blades.

Going downstairs, she put the logs inside the fireplace, lightening it up, rubbing her hands together, absorbing the heat the flames provided. Going back upstairs with a medical kit, she looked over his wounds; more urgent than hers, so she started to work, making sure to disinfect everything, especially the deep gash on his biceps, then stitching him up, her eyes looking over his naked torso, big scars littering it; from battles, assaults?

Just who was this man?

Finishing with him, she started to treat herself, hissing as she picked up tiny rocks and ice from her scratches on her forearms; she was absurdly lucky that she got off so easy from this disaster.

While she had patched him up, she got all his weapons off him; no way was she going to leave all the arsenal on him to kill her when he wakes up. She set all his weapons downstairs neatly, putting his big winter jacket and boots to dry off.

She was so hungry, but the need for sleep called louder, so she sat down on the fluffy blanket in front of the fireplace, letting her eyes close and bask in the flames, simple luxury in these mountains most couldn't afford.

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When she woke up the first thing that she did was go outside and provided more wood for the fire, then she started to make breakfast, considering that it was daytime. She must have slept all night.

She prepared stew in the cauldron above the fireplace, the only source to cook, but it was better than eating cold stew directly from the can. It's a good thing she prepared herself for times like this, stashing up food for two months for this trip. She also made hot tea for her and the man upstairs.

It would take one hour for the delicious food to be finished, so she decided to check on her guest. Entering the bedroom, he was awake, her eyes taking in his sharp ones, still predatory, but not like back there in the forest. She walked to set the cup of warm tea on the nightstand.

On both fell a dead silence, until he decided to break it.

"Why did you save me?" he asked, voice deep and raspy, Russian accent very prominent.

Well, that was a first. No 'who are you?' or something cliche like that.

"Would you have preferred I let you die under the ice-cold snow and bleed to death?" she asked, a tiny drop of sarcasm lacing her voice, her voice calm, not fazed by his hard-cold gaze. She had seen far worse; she patched up, bears, wolves, lions, and tigers.

He was a little baffled, in a strangely good way.

"That still doesn't answer my question." he grumbled and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you a poacher?" she asked with her arms crossed over her chest.

He sat up in bed, his lips pulled into a dark smile, a glimpse of his K9's.

"A poacher of sorts...you can say dat." he replied, making her suspicious.

"If you touch any animal I'm gonna skin your scalp off." she told him, with no hesitation in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the cup of tea from the nightstand she got for him.

"My hunting is different, little one....Humans are the real monsters. I think that we can agree." he explains, making her curious; well that assured her, plus it was new to hear such words from someone.

"Food is almost ready. I will bring the tray upstairs, since your ankle is twisted I don't want you stumbling down the stairs and twist your neck too." she said, leaving him be and going downstairs.

The food was almost ready, just five more minutes or so. Her eyes averted on the table full of maps, compasses, and files.

She still needed to finish her mission, but as she tried to find a frequency on the radio station for the weather, she knew this will have to wait; it was going to be a blizzard for the following days.

That could wait, at the moment her problem was the mysterious man upstairs.

She sighed.

'What had she just got herself into?'

#Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei Kulokova #slasher oc #original characters #Andrei x Xaviera?#We shall see in future chapters #Killer OCs

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inkjam-moon · 5 years

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Summary: Who wants a snow leopard as a pet? No one, and you don’t want to be a pet, but the day before you’re supposed to be euthanized you’ll take what you can get; a nice enough man, but something about him seems off.

Pairing: Snow Leopard!Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, FLUFF, hybrid AU

Word Count: 8.3k

TW: Death mention, kidnapping, masturbation, rutting, heats, doggystyle, light dirty talk, breeding talk, rough sex, multiple orgasms, virgin!Jimin

They all walk right past you. They see what you are and immediately move on. No one wants a leopard hybrid as a pet. No matter how cute you act, or how small and harmless you make yourself look, they all leave, they move onto the actually harmless puppies and kittens and rabbits that are cuddly and soft and sweet. No one wants what's known on the news as ‘dangerous’.

You gave up caring a while ago, and you know the shelter gave up as well, your thirteenth shelter, so much so that tomorrow you’re meant to be euthanized. It’s stupid honestly, that one little law change could you affect you in such a way. You’re seen as something to be owned instead of a real person; and if someone doesn’t adopt you today, you won’t even be that.

You sit in the back of your cage with your knees pulled into your chest, silent tears slipping down your cheeks as you watch the hours tick by, knowing it’s pointless to hope. As people walk by, they peek into your cage, but when they read your information tag, they smile sadly and continue walking, oohing and ahhing at whoever’s in the cage next to you.

You know nothing’s going to change, so you don’t even move to acknowledge the humans that do linger at your cage, trying to get your attention. You wallow in your self pity until your ears twitch as you pick up the sound of your least favorite volunteer, Haeun.

“...We have plenty of other nicer hybrids sir.”

“I want to see her.” The man insists.

“Very well.” Then Haeun appears in front of your cage with a man. He looks strange; a bit chubby with a mask over his mouth and a hat pulled down low over his eyes. His eyes… something about them seems off. “Here she is. This is Y/N, our snow leopard hybrid.”

“Hey girl.” He whispers, sticking his fingers through the cage.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Haeun scolds. “She has a tendency to scratch.”

You hiss, but it’s directed at Haeun, not the man and he knows that. Him you move closer to, trying to get a better look at; something about him screams ‘fake’.

He observes you closely, probably taking in the sight of your tear stained cheeks as his face softens. “Do you want to come home with me?” He asks. Your eyes light up at the prospect and you grab the bars of your cage nodding. The man seems nice enough, and he’s plump so he’ll probably feed you well. And more than anything, you want to live. “Alright, let’s go.”

Haeun scoffs. “Are you sure you want this one?”

The man glares at her. “Don’t you have a job to do? Open the cage.”

Haeun rolls her eyes, but relents, taking the key off her belt and unlocking the door to your cage, freeing you for the first time in what feels like years. You tentatively step out, wanting to make sure it’s actually real. Haeun goes to slap a leash on your chain collar, but the man stops her.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, do you?”

“It’s protocol.” She spits.

“Skip protocol for once.”

“Whatever. You have to put one on before you leave.”

“That’s fine. Do you have any collars for sale?”

Haeun sighs. “This way. We have to finish your registration first.” She walks out into the lobby and the man allows you to go first, following behind you closely. It doesn’t take much time to complete your registration, and when all the paperwork is over, Haeun leads you both over to the shop with collars and leashes and toys.

“Pick whichever one you want.” The man says, pointing to the collars. You have to admit, the thought of actually getting out of this place and having a human to call your own makes your stomach flutter. You’d never been one to crave ownership, but being alone for so long, so deep into the pit of despair, this small flicker of hope has a shred of light peek through your dark heart.

You observe the collars closely, finally deciding on a white leather collar with a heart charm dangling from it. You point to it and the man nods in agreement.

“The white one please.”

Haeun scoffs again. “That one’s pretty expensive.”

“It doesn’t matter. Here.” The man slaps his credit card on the counter. “Ring it up. And get the matching leash for it too.”

Haeun obliges with an expression of scorn, ringing it up and then handing him the receipt to sign. She grabs the collar and leash, handing it to him in exchange for the receipt. He pretty much throws the receipt at her which makes you giggle, and when she gets it, she clears her throat.

“Um, excuse me. Are you leaving a tip in cash? There isn’t one on here.”

“Because you don’t deserve it.” The man’s eyes light up with a smirk, making Haeun gasp and storm away from the counter. The man turns to you and removes your cold chain collar, letting it hit the floor with a harsh clank before holding up the white one to you. “Turn for me?” You nod, turning around and pulling your hair out of the way as he fastens the leather around your neck. “Is that too snug?” He asks when he’s finished. You shake your head and turn back to face him. “Wow, what a pretty kitty you are.” You can see his smile reach his eyes, his face still hidden behind his mask as he fastens the matching leash to your collar. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and he leads you out of the shelter and across the parking lot to his car. He lets you sit in the front seat, which is unusual to you. Maybe this man treats hybrids like humans? The prospect excites you.

It’s a bit of a drive back to the man’s house, he lives deep in the mountains of Gangwon Province near Taebaek Mountain, but the high altitude and cold climate suit your needs perfectly. Finally you’ll get to run around in the snow again, that’s all you really want.

As you drive, you doze off in the passenger seat, only waking up when the man gently shakes your shoulder, stating that you’ve arrived at your destination. You sit up and look out the car window to see snow capped peaks surrounding you. You look at the man for permission and he nods, unlocking the car so you can jump out and dive into a snow drift, squealing with glee.

“Alright, let’s get you settled, then you can come out and play.” The man laughs, helping you up out of the snow and leading you into his house. You take your shoes off and wait in the entryway for his instructions. He laughs and waves you over to the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink? Water, juice, beer?”

“Water, please.” You answer, bowing your head a bit.

He nods and walks over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and then bringing it over to hand it to you. You accept it gratefully and twist off the top, taking a large swig as you watch the man. He takes off his hat, revealing a mess of fluffy blonde hair and… wait, ears? You nearly drop your bottle as you stare at the spotted white fur adorning the top of his head, fur that looks surprisingly similar to yours.

“What…”

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He asks, ruffling his hair, his ears twitching.

“I-I was taught not to talk in a human’s presence unless asked.”

“Well,” He starts, taking off his jacket to reveal a long thick tail that was being used to puff up the inside of the jacket to make him appear chubby, when in reality, his white t shirt and black jeans cling to his lithe form, showing off his muscles quite nicely. “As you can tell, I’m not human, so no need for formalities noona.”

“N-noona?” You stare at the slowly transforming man before you, confused beyond belief.

“You don’t recognize me yet?” He inquires. “I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s been almost sixteen years.” The man walks over to the sink and messes with his face. He takes off his mask, but it isn’t until you see the contact lense case in his hand that you realize what he’s doing. No wonder his eyes looked so weird.

When he turns back to you, his eyes are the traditional greenish-yellow that are common amongst all snow leopards. It isn’t until you take in the features of his face; his plump lips, his crescent moon eye smile; that it hits you.

“Jimin…”

He smiles happily. “Hi noona.”

Your brain suddenly flashes back to the last time you saw him. You’re sitting outside by the swings as it snows, comforting Jimin after a few of your brother’s friends made fun of his ears for being too big. You hold him close, his tears finally having stopped as you comfort him with your purr, when a strange truck pulls up next to the park and a human man gets out.

Your brother, Jiwon, walks over to make sure Jimin’s okay, cursing his friends for being so rude, just as you see the tarp covering the truck bed lift up in the breeze, revealing a cage. The strange man walks closer and a low growl rumbles in your chest, alerting Jiwon that something’s wrong. His ears perk up and his head whips around to see the human. The two of you immediately move to stand in front of Jimin as protection; while your brother is sixteen and at least a little bit intimidating, you’re only eight, and while you’re tall for your age, you’re not that tall.

“Can I help you sir?” Jiwon asks the man as he comes to a halt in front of the three of you.

“I believe you might be able to yes.” The man snickers. “Are your parents around?”

Jiwon takes a deep breath before puffing out his chest. “They’ll be back in a second.” He lies. Your parents are at your house around the corner. They know where you are but they can’t see you.

“Perfect.”

Before you can register what’s happening, the man lunges forward and grabs both you and Jiwon by the scruffs of your necks, rendering you immobile as he yanks you in the direction of his truck. You let out an ear piercing scream as you and Jiwon try to wrench yourselves free. As the man tosses you into one of the cages, Jiwon manages to wrench free, but he doesn’t get very far as the man grabs his tail and pulls him back. You look up, terrified to see Jimin hasn’t moved an inch, and as soon as Jiwon is tossed into his own cage, the man’s attention turns to the cub.

“Jimin! Run!” You scream as the man sprints in his direction. At the sound of your voice, Jimin takes off up the sidewalk, and rounds the corner in the blink of an eye. The man shrugs and gets into his truck, starting it and pulling away as you and your brother cry out for help, the last thing you see before you disappear is Jimin’s head peeking out from behind the neighbors fence, terrified.

You forget about the water bottle in your hands, dropping it as you rush over, practically knocking Jimin over as you wrap yourself around him in a tight embrace. “Jimin!” Your voice cracks as tears of joy begin to slip down your cheeks.

Jimin hugs you back, his arms lifting you and carrying you over to the couch. He sits down, letting you sit in his lap when you refuse to let go as you soak his shirt with your emotions. He holds you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly in understanding.

“Do you even know how long it took me to find you?” He asks after a minute, his own voice breaking as he pulls your face back to look at you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I never thought I’d see you again. I couldn’t help but think that they already…” He trails off as his thumb brushes a tear from your cheek.

Your lip trembles as you smile at him before burying your face in his neck as happy sobs wrack your body. You breathe deeply, both trying to calm yourself down, and trying to inhale as much of his scent as you can. A rumbling in your chest quickly turns into a loud purr, deep in your throat as you rub your cheek against Jimin’s, scenting him. He chuckles at your actions as he returns your purr, possibly even louder than your own as he pulls you as close as he can get you.

You were holding him much like this sixteen years ago when it all started. You lived on top of a snowy peak and your house was one of about six different families of snow leopards. You went to a school not far from your house where you were intermixed with humans and other species of hybrids. Everything was peaceful and you were all happy just living your lives until one of your human classmates father’s found out his child was in a school with no less than three snow leopard hybrids, and according to him, that was unacceptable.

About a week after your abduction, a law passed stating that hybrids were no longer people, they were animals and should be treated as such. A few days later, then man holding you captive sold you as a pet. You were nasty, you trashed the homes of the first few families that bought you and then bounced between shelters and families. This continued for sixteen years up until today when you were supposed to be euthanized for being ‘feral’. You weren’t feral, you just didn’t want to live as someone’s pet.

“I should’ve looked for you sooner. I should’ve tried harder. I shouldn’t have let them take you!” He mumbles into your hair.

“You were just a cub.” You remind him.

“So were you!” He whines. “But you protected me!”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if anything happened to you.” You whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around Jimin, doing your best to soothe and calm him.

“I should’ve tried harder.” Jimin protests.

“Chim, you found me. You. No one else. You.”

“But Y/N-”

You silence him with your tail. “I don’t want to hear it.”

After a few moments, he whispers again. “I’m so glad I found you noona.”

You hum happily as you rest your face in the crook of his neck, your tears finally halting. You inhale deeply, only to realize that while the underlying scent is still one hundred percent Jimin, there’s an unfamiliar note lingering on top that you don’t recognize.

“You smell different…” You state, sitting up and looking down at Jimin from where you’re perched on his lap.

“I would hope so.” He affirms. “I did go through puberty while you were gone.”

He’s right. Jimin is no longer the sweet six year old you used to babysit. While his cherubic cheeks and perfect smile remain the same, he’s finally grown into his abnormally large ears; his hands are still relatively small, but they’re bigger than yours now; his face is more defined, and he’s more on the handsome side than the cute side now. As your hands rest on his shoulders, you realize just how muscular he’s grown to be, lithe and toned, doing well to fill out his clothes, the thighs you sit on nice and thick.

“Noona, you’re staring…” He whines, squirming beneath your scrutiny.

“I-I’m sorry I’m just… I can’t believe you’re all grown up now.” You state, as you climb off his lap and sit on the couch next to him.

“Well, not all grown up. I’m only twenty two.”

“Grown enough to live by yourself.” You point out.

“Not by choice. Besides, I’m not alone anymore.” He insists with a sweet smile.

You return his grin until a thought crosses your mind. “Jimin… How did you end up here? By yourself?”

Jimin sighs deeply before beginning. “Well after what happened, my parents and your parents left the group you know? So I had to go with them. I moved to a new school for hybrids and then the law was passed, so when they were taken, I was alone. I dropped out of school and moved out here to start looking for you.”

“They were… taken?” You whisper. You always figured something had happened to your parents after the law was passed, but you had no way of knowing until now.

Jimin’s face darkens when he realizes what he’s said. “Y/N, I’m so sorry… I followed the people that took them, but…” He trails off and you know exactly what he means. “But what about Jiwonie hyung? He could still be out there somewhere, right?” Jimin adds hopefully. “We could look for him and-”

“No…” You mumble, knowing exactly what happened to him. “He’s not…”

Jiwon fought harder for his freedom than you when you were first captured. He scratched up one handler and bit the other two, leading to them decide he wasn’t fit to be sold and they gave up on him. He was shot in the head. You couldn’t even get to him because you were stuck in a goddamn cage. You just watched him die, inches from your touch. The light left his eyes so fast, his blood rapidly forming a pool around him until they sent someone to clean up and dispose of his body.

“Was it… Was it bad?” Jimin probes, not wanting to upset you.

“No, it was quick… He didn’t suffer.”

“Noona, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay Jimin.” You offer him a small smile, the best you can do at the moment. “At least I have you.”

“You’ll always have me noona.”

It’s been a few weeks since Jimin rescued you. You quickly fell back into friendship with each other as though you were never apart. You spend your days playing out in the snow, snoozing in warm sun-lit spots, watching tv, and playing video games. After sixteen years, you’re finally at peace again. You’re even gaining a little weight from all the delicious meals Jimin cooked for you, but it makes you happy, having been starved most of your life.

You can’t deny that having Jimin back has sparked some sort of feeling inside you. You’re not sure if it’s because it’s been so long since you were last touched by someone else, or if it’s because it’s Jimin, but your hormones are going crazy, and you just know your heat is going to cause trouble.

Your first heat came when you were eighteen, and since it was your first, the foster family you were in at the time was nice enough to find a male and allow you a week in a room alone with him until your heat was finally over. The male, a Jaguar named Hyunwoo, was pushed into his first rut by your scent and the two of you spent the entire week in bed. He was gentle and unsure, but he wasn’t bad, and you two were friends until he was adopted and you were sent back to the shelter. For a few heats, some shelters were nice enough to let you ride them out with a partner, but most weren’t that kind, and you would often find yourself lying in your cage, in pain, bleeding on everything because they wouldn’t let you out; you were too ‘dangerous’.

You can only hope Jimin has control of his ruts; your pre-heat started a few days ago and by the way it’s already knocking you down for the count, you can tell it’ll be rough, not only for you, but for any males around you.

Today you’re curled up on the couch mid afternoon, only half paying attention to whatever show is on as your eyes drift open and closed, already tired from the energy being drained from you in your body’s preparation

Jimin’s at work; he’s part of a group that rescues and liberates hybrids from shelters, and he shouldn’t be home until later that night, at least, that’s what you think until you hear the front door open. You bolt upright, your anxiety shooting through your nerves until you look over and see it is, in fact, just Jimin.

“Chim?”

“Hey…” He grumbles.

“What are you doing home? I thought you were working?”

“I was, but…” He stumbles over to the couch and practically falls down next to you. “I just suddenly started to feel so awful.”

“Awful how?” You ask as you sit up, cradling his head as he situates himself in your lap.

“I’m so dizzy. And I have this… God, this awful pain in my stomach. I must’ve eaten something.”

You rest the back of your hand against his forehead to find that his skin is on fire. “Jimin, I think you have a fever.”

“God, just what I need.”

“Let me get you some medicine-”

“No, stay. I feel better already next to you.” He purrs softly, inhaling your scent deeply. “Noona you smell so good today.” He mumbles into your shirt, burying his nose in your stomach.

“I’m glad my scent can help soothe your woes.” You joke, running your fingers through his blonde hair. “Oh! You know what I realized today?”

“What’s that?”

“I missed your first rut!” You whine.

“Uh…”

“It made me so upset! I bet you were a real asshole.”

“N-not really.”

“You weren’t? I find that hard to believe.” You tease.

“N-no.” Jimin shakes his head. “I mean… You didn’t miss it.”

“Miss what? I know you’re still an asshole and all, but-”

“No, noona. My first rut. You didn’t miss it.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“It hasn’t happened yet.”

You stare down at him, bewildered. “Are… are you serious? Jimin. You’re twenty two.”

Jimin shrugs as he sits up. “I’ve basically been on my own since I was six. After I dropped out of school, I was busy looking for you, so I was never around any girls and I guess it just never happened.”

You stare at him in shock until you put the pieces together and a smile cracks your lips. “Oh god… Chim, I know why you don’t feel good.” You state, slipping out from under his head and standing, wanting to get away from him a bit to help.

“What? Come back, I was comfortable.” He pouts.

“Jimin, you’re about to rut.”

“What??” His eyes go wide as he sits up. “What are you-”

“I started my pre-heat a few days ago.” You can’t help but giggle as you explain. “I think… I think I pushed you into it.”

He waves you off. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Dizziness, stomach pain, clinginess. It all fits the symptoms of a first rut.”

“Wait, so you’re…” Jimin visibly gulps. “You’re going into heat??” You nod. “Have you done that before?”

You can’t help but scoff. “Of course silly. I’ve been in shelters my whole life. I got my first one when I was eighteen.”

“O-oh right…” He whispers, seemingly ashamed. You’re worried. Could you hurt Jimin, if he doesn’t know how to control himself? Or if worse comes to worse, could you sleep with Jimin and help each other out?

“I think we should stick to opposite ends of the house until it’s over.” You suggest. “Or maybe I’ll just sleep in the car.”

“What? No.” Jimin growls. “It’s fine. We’ll be fine, right? We can control it.”

“Yeah, I guess we can try. I’ll just have to run to the store and get some things.”

“Okay, I’ll go to the store tomorrow if you make a list.”

“Uhh…” You hesitate. “These are probably things I should buy for myself.”

“But you don’t have a disguise yet. I don’t want anyone to hurt you.” Jimin whines as he grabs your hand and pulls you back toward the couch.

You sigh. Damnit. He’s right. You could get thrown back in a shelter without a proper disguise. “Alright. I’ll make a list, but you might want to get some headphones too.”

“Headphones?” He eyes you curiously as you sit back down next to him. “What for?”

“Just… trust me.”

The next morning, you’re woken up by a sharp pang in your lower abdomen. Shit. It’s here. You can’t help the low groan that leaves your lips as the full force of your heat sweeps through your body. You immediately toss the covers aside, hot beyond belief as you try to slow your breathing, but it doesn’t work and you start to pant, the arousal swirling in your gut almost too much to handle as your senses of touch and smell are heightened.

“Oh god oh god oh fuck.” You whimper, clenching your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the ache between them. You’re so wrapped up in your feelings that you don’t notice the knock on your door until you hear the doorknob twist open. No. “Jimin no!” You squeak.

“N-noona?” You hear as the doorknob twists back into place.

“You can’t come in! Please… Please don’t come in…” He can’t see you like this.

“Is everything okay? You’re not hurt are you?”

You chuckle to yourself at his innocence. “Jimin, I need you to go to the store.”

“The sto- Is it here??” He suddenly sounds panicked.

“Ye-ees…” You half whine, half moan.

“O-okay, give me your list!”

Shit. You forgot to make one before you went to bed. You hastily grab a piece of paper and a pen out of your nightstand, but your overwhelming instincts make it hard for you to concentrate. Focus. Okay, you’ll need pads in case you bleed, snacks, lots of water, heat suppressant if he can find it to help with the side effects, and maybe… No. God you can’t put that on the list, what’s wrong with you? You immediately scratch it out and then fold up your paper. You stand and walk over to the door, slipping the paper underneath it to Jimin. “Please hurry.”

“I’ll be back as fast as I can noona, I promise.” You hear him run to his room, presumably to put on his disguise, and then grab his car keys before he bolts out the front door. You collapse against your bedroom door, at least you don’t have to worry about him hearing you until he returns. You crawl back into bed and slip a hand between your legs to sate your arousal the best you can. “Jimin, please hurry back…”

Jimin walks into the grocery store and pulls out your list while grabbing a cart. He pushes it through the aisles until he spots the first thing on your list. Pads, check. Wait… Why are there so many kinds?? Jimin’s eyes flit back and forth until he spots an older woman walking down the aisle. Maybe she can help.

“Excuse me auntie, could you help me?”

“Of course.”

“My little sister is having her first, uh, period. I was wondering which pads to get her?”

“Aw, aren’t you a sweet brother!” She exclaims before surveying the options. “I’d get her these,” She points to a package on the shelf. “You never know how heavy a first one will be.”

“Perfect, thank you so much!”

“Not a problem!” She smiles as she starts to walk away, “And don’t forget a heating pad for the cramps!” She adds before disappearing around the corner.

A heating pad? Jimin looks over your list, but that’s not on it. Would it help you? Couldn’t hurt to try. He shrugs and grabs one off the shelf before moving on.

Jimin fills the cart with your favorite snacks and a case of water before going to the ‘pet’ aisle to look for heat suppressants. He locates them easily enough and tosses them in the cart before looking at the last item on the list, only to see it’s been scratched out. Jimin holds the paper close to his face to try and decipher the letters; obviously it’s important if you took the time to write it down. V… i… b… n? No, it’s an r. Vibr… a… Jimin gulps as he looks at the word. Vibrator. Even though it’s been scratched out, you didn’t do it well enough. It definitely says vibrator. Jimin panics. Would that… Would that help you? Even if it would, he won’t find it here.

Jimin pays for everything else and loads it into his car before sitting in it and pulling out his phone. He opens a search engine, types “hybrid in heat - vibrator”, and hits enter. The first item that comes up says “Is your female hybrid in heat? Ten useful tips on how to calm her down!” He clicks the link. The first tip is to ‘get your hybrid spayed’. Jimin scoffs at the cruelty. The second tip is to ‘breed your hybrid’. Jimin’s face gets hot when he sees that and skips to the next option. Tip three, ‘get your hybrid a sex toy’. Jimin blushes as he reads the article.

Not ready to breed your hybrid? Get them a sex toy! Though it’s not as good as the real thing, it does the job; helping to sate your hybrids heat, even if it’s only for short bursts. Leave your hybrid in their room, making sure they’re comfortable with plenty of food and water, and let them play with themselves until their heat passes. It’s a simple, but effective fix!

Jimin closes his phone and takes a deep breath, unable to get the sight of you and a vibrator out of his mind. He shakes his head and lightly pats his face a few times to shake himself out of it before starting the car, his head swirling.

When you hear the front door open, you’re beyond relieved. Jimin was only gone for an hour, but it felt like forever. You perk up when you hear his cheerful voice, pulling your hands out from between your legs and throwing your shirt back on.

“Noona?” He knocks on your door.

“Did you get everything?” You ask, slightly out of breath from how aggressively you were touching yourself.

“I-I think so.”

“Okay, put everything down and then go to your room.”

“What? Why?”

“Because, Jimin trust me. You don’t want to smell me right now, it’ll send you right into your rut and that could be dangerous for you. You want your first one to come naturally.”

“Right. Okay, I’ll just leave everything here then.” You can hear bags rustling on the other side and smile as you hear Jimin’s footsteps disappear and the door to his room shut.

You quickly open your door and snatch up all the bags, dragging them inside before shutting the door again and rifling through them. It’s mostly snacks and water, but there are also pads and suppressants like you asked for, as well as a heating pad, which won’t do much, and… a small black bag tucked inside the bag with the pads. You pull it out and open it, your jaw dropping as you take out what’s inside; a bright pink rabbit vibrator. Rechargable with Multifunction! Enjoy an intense night in alone, or spice things up with your lover! Even if you weren’t in heat, your face would be bright red with embarrassment. This means Jimin; your sweet, innocent Jimin; went to a sex shop and picked this out specifically for you. You should’ve scratched it out better on the paper.

You lay it on your bed and stare at it from where you sit on the floor. It’s mocking you. It’s just sitting there, ready to use, but how can you even use it when you know Jimin bought it for you. You stare at it until another sharp pang in your stomach demands your attention. Fuck. Well, he did buy it for you. Is there any reason to let it go to waste? You grab it and take it out of its packaging, fiddling with it until you figure out how it works, the vibrations making your arms quiver all the way from your hands to your elbows. Your tail flicks at the sensation, pleased. You know what? Fuck it.

It’s been three days since your heat started and Jimin’s starting to lose control. He paces around the house, mostly in the hallway outside your room. He can’t focus on anything else when he’s home, all he can hear are the sounds of you pleasuring yourself, and it’s getting to be too much for him. All the beautiful moans that fall from your mouth are driving him insane, but he can’t do anything about it, he can’t even jerk himself off for some reason; he’s been hard for two days, but his hands don’t feel good enough and he’s had to go to bed unsatisfied. He should have bought better headphones.

It wasn’t until he caught the first whiff of your scent that it started to happen. He brought you food yesterday and left it outside your door, but you didn’t wait long enough for him to get some distance before retrieving it and he smelled you. God did he smell you. Your body is giving off enough pheromones to knock him to the ground in submission, but no matter how much he lingered at your door, he couldn’t get another taste of that delicious scent. He can’t get your scent out of his mind, or your moans out of his ears. He has to do something; he’s surrounded by you, everything is you, everything is you. He grabs his jacket and heads out the door, deciding a walk around the mountain trail might help clear his head.

Honestly, you’re not faring much better. While the vibrator is doing its job, it feels empty; your orgasms are disappointing to say the least and you crave the touch of another. You can hear Jimin as he paces outside your door, and it takes all your willpower not to unlock it and pounce on him.

You’ve just come off your latest orgasm and your arm is starting to hurt, so you decide to rest for a bit, but you’re overwhelmed by the urge to nest. You need comfort, and you need it now. You grab all of your pillows and blankets and shove them onto the floor, crawling down after them to arrange them to your liking. When you’re finished, you step back, but your tail flicks in irritation; something’s off. It’s not enough. You look around your room, but you don’t have anything else to add. Shit. You sit and ponder the idea of sneaking around the house to collect some more materials, but what about Jimin? You could throw him into his rut. But you need comfort. Your ears twitch, listening to see if you can locate Jimin. He’s pacing by the front door again. If he’s that far away, you could probably- Slam! As if he read your mind, you hear the front door open and shut. Is Jimin leaving for work? Thank god.

You immediately stand an exit your room, rummaging around the house to find more padding for your bed. You grab some towels from the bathroom and some sheets from the linen closet before taking the couch pillows as well, but even after you add them to the pile, it’s still not enough. As you’re adjusting one of the towels, you catch a whiff of something. You bring your nose closer and inhale deeply. Jimin. That’s what’s missing. His scent ignites your instincts and following them leads you to Jimin’s room. You grab the comforter off his bed, his pillows, as well as several pieces of his clothing before heading back into your room and shutting the door.

You make his comforter the centerpiece, putting his pillows around the edges and laying his clothes on top of it before crawling into your nest and snuggling up to his scent. It’s soothing and soft, and you quickly find yourself being lulled into your afternoon nap.

The walk did wonders and as Jimin returns home, he finds the house to be surprisingly quiet, he heads to the kitchen to grab a drink when suddenly he smells something. Just a faint touch of it, but it’s definitely there. It’s you. You must’ve left your room while he was gone. He follows the scent and it leads him down the hall to his own bedroom. That’s strange, why would you go into his room? He walks in to find all of his blankets and pillows missing, as well as his pajamas. What the hell? Where’d all his stuff go? He leaves his room and heads down the hallway to find out. He raps his knuckles against your door a few times.

“Y/N?” No answer. “Noona, are you in there?”

He tries the door knob even though it’s pointless. Wait… The door pushes open… It’s unlocked? He opens the door and is immediately overwhelmed by your scent; your normal scent as well as a sweet undertone that he finds completely irresistible, so much so that he unintentionally lets out a whine as he feels his erection forming again. He looks to your bed, but you’re not there. He enters the room but he doesn’t see you, so he walks to the side of the room blocked by your bed to find you curled up on the floor in what looks like a makeshift nest, made up of his blankets and pillows and clothes; you’re even wearing one of his shirts.

Protect. His instincts start screaming at him. She’s nesting. She’s in heat. Protect her. He can’t help himself. He crawls over to your nest and lays down with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close as you sleep. He nuzzles against your face, inhaling your scent deeply. God you smell so good. He grows harder, but his instincts are telling him to protect you, and that includes protecting you from himself, so he simply wraps his tail around you and relaxes into your nest, easily joining you in a sweet sleep.

When you wake up, you groan. That’s what you get for sleeping on the floor you suppose. When did pillows get so hard? You stretch your arms out to pull the pillow closer, but it doesn’t move. Wait. When did pillows start to breathe? You immediately sit up, and it’s then that Jimin’s scent surrounds you as you look down to see him sleeping peacefully beside you, his arms and tail wrapped tightly around you, his ears twitching in his sleep. Oh fuck, how did he get in here? Shit. Oh god he smells so good.

You lean down and press your nose against his neck, inhaling deeply, unable to help yourself as you rub your cheek against Jimin’s jaw, your instincts suddenly flooding your mind again. Mate. Mate. He’s rutting, Mate him. MATE. You look down, and sure enough, even through his jeans, you can tell Jimin is rock hard. But can you really do that with Jimin? Your sweet, beautiful, gorgeous…

“Noona?”

Fuck. “J-Jimin, how did you get in here?”

“You left the door unlocked.”

“But… Why? I told you-”

“I was looking for my stuff.” He states, tugging at the shirt the adorns your body, the one you stole from his bed. “Then when I saw you nesting, my instincts said to protect you. It’s like I couldn’t stop myself.”

“But Jimin…” It’s too late, you can already tell. His eyes darken as he looks over your body. “H-how long have you had, um… that?” You ask, pointing to the crotch of his jeans.

“I don’t know,” Jimin mumbles, looking anywhere but at you. “Two days or so?”

“Two days? Oh god, Jimin… You’re rutting.”

“I-I know.”

“You know? You knew and yet you still chose to come in here? When it could hurt you?”

“I needed to protect you.”

“From what?”

“I-I don’t know…” He shrugs. “Everything?”

You can’t help but scoff. “You didn’t protect me from yourself very well.”

“Yes I did.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t be in here!”

“If I didn’t, that shirt would be in pieces on the floor right now.” He growls.

A heat floods your cheeks at his words, noting the dark gleam in his eyes as your heat starts back up again. “J-Jimin you have to go.”

“I can’t noona.”

“Wh-”

“Not when you smell so good.” He purrs, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck and inhaling deeply as he pushes you down on your back, pinning your wrists down.

“J-Jimin!” You exclaim, making him sit back as he catches himself.

“Noona I… You have to tell me to leave, that you don’t want this. Please, I-I can’t… I can’t control it much longer.”

“I…” Suddenly you can’t think. You want nothing more than to flip Jimin onto his back and rip his clothes off, but at the same time, it’s Jimin. Can you bring yourself to do that to him? To cross this boundary?

“Noona?” He stares down at you with those beautifully sweet eyes.

Before you can think too hard about it, you reach up and grab his shirt, ripping it open, buttons go flying everywhere as you push him down onto his back and straddle his waist. Your head dips down to capture his lips with your own, a bit aggressively to be honest. You tug his bottom lip between your teeth, breaking the skin a bit, but the taste of copper only spurs you on.

You trail your lips to Jimin’s neck, inhaling deeply as he grabs hold of your shirt, ripping it to shreds in his haste to get it off of you, leaving you on top of him in only a pair of panties as he grabs your waist and pulls you down against him, letting out a small moan as you provide him with a taste the friction he’s been craving for the last few days. You nip at his neck as you grind down against him, rubbing your jaw against his to intermix your scents.

Jimin reaches down between your bodies and works at his belt and jeans, successfully undoing them and shimmying them down his legs to the best of his ability before flipping you onto your back and sitting up, pulling them off the rest of the way. You admire Jimin’s physique, his lithe, toned body; ears twitching, tail thrashing, muscles rippling, cock bouncing, tip dripping. You sit up on your knees and pull Jimin’s mouth back to yours, feeling the warmth of his skin pressing against you only turning you on more.

“Y-Y/N…” He groans as your lips find his neck again, this time leaving harsh bites in your wake, all the way down across his chest until you get to his waist and he stops you, pulling you back up to him and leaving one harsh bite on your neck. “Turn over.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You bend down onto your hands and knees, waving your ass high in the air. In his haste to be inside you, Jimin rips your panties as well, but he’s too caught up to care, tossing the torn fabric to the side as you present yourself to him, wiggling your hips back and forth until he grabs them tightly, holding you still to admire you.

“Oh god…” He growls. “You smell…. Fuck, you smell so good. You’re so pretty a-and wet, hah-” You can feel the head of his cock pressing against you. “C-can I noona?”

You press back into him, feeling his tip slip between your folds. “Mate me.” You hiss, having lost all semblance of control. You hear Jimin growl behind you, the sound rumbling deep in his chest before he pushes into you hastily, not wasting anymore time. The feeling of Jimin’s cock filling you up is instantly gratifying and you let out a satisfied groan as Jimin’s grip tightens on your hips.

“O-oh- Oh god. Does it always feel this good?” He pants. “You’re so tight. A-and warm ah-” He stops, buried deep inside you as he leans forward, resting his forehead on your back, his words reminding you that up until this moment, Jimin was a virgin. That thought swirls in your mind until your brain reminds you there’s a dick inside you.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You whine, growing impatient.

“R-right, sorry noona.” He gasps, readjusting his grip before he starts, nearly knocking you over from the force of his thrusts.

He feels so good honestly you’re in heaven, your body screaming in pleasure, every nerve ending on fire with the need to orgasm. Jimin’s hips smack against your body, emphasizing just how hard he’s fucking you, making you dizzy with lust. The sweetest high pitched moans leave the lips of the man behind you, only serving to heighten your arousal as his sounds fill your ears.

You’re in paradise as Jimin fills you to the brim over and over; your mind going blank as you focus on the feeling of him touching you, caressing you, entering you, fulfilling every primal need your body can come up with; that is, until a defined whimper catches your attention. He doesn’t stop, and if he slows down it’s only a microscopic difference in speed, but you’re almost positive you can feel the warmth of his release spurting inside you, and the increasingly lewd, wet smacks of him against you only serve to increase your suspicion, until you feel something hot and wet dripping down the inside of your thigh.

“J-Ji-min-” You whimper between thrusts, trying to get his attention.

“Hm?” You look over your shoulder to see his eyes closed as he continues, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his ears laid back.

“D-id y-ou cu-u-um?” Your words are drawn out when he goes harder.

He nods in affirmation, his eyes still shut. “Mm.”

“Are you- Ah!” You cry out when Jimin slams into you harshly.

“I can’t stop, noona you feel too good.” He whines.

“Oh god…” You whimper, gripping the blankets beneath you tighter. “J-Ji… Chim…”

“Fuck-” Is all you hear before he pulls out and flips you onto your back. Before you even blink, he thrusts back inside you, making you cry out in pleasure as you wrap your arms around him. Jimin leans down and rubs his face against yours, marking you with his scent over and over until his lips find your neck again. He covers your skin in kisses and bites in between low growls. He’s slowed his pace, switching to deep, calculated thrusts as he searches for that one spot, making you moan loudly when he finally finds it.

“Oh fuck~!” You groan when he slams into your g spot again, harder; loving the way it makes you contract around him.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Uh huh~”

“You feel so fucking good.” He grunts in your ear. “I’m gonna fill you up; fill you until you’re swollen with my cubs, does that sound good?”

“Oh god Jimin…”

“I’m gonna breed you so good baby. I’m gonna fill you with my cubs.” Jimin’s voice has lowered into a deep gruffness that serves to make the filthy words falling from his lips that much more delectable. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes-” Your voice breaks with desperation as you rake your nails down his back. “Make me yours, please.”

Jimin picks up his pace as he turns your head to the side, displaying your neck; he zeroes in on your jugular and bites down hard, kickstarting your orgasm. You cry out Jimin’s name as you quiver beneath him; the cage of your heat finally loosening its grip as the most breathtaking orgasm of your life sweeps you away. Jimin’s not far behind with his own orgasm, letting out a high pitched whimper as he buries his face in your shoulder, shaking as he fills you with his warmth. When he’s done he pulls out and collapses beside you, both of you breathing heavily, but finally satisfied.

Jimin’s the first to move again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, your back against his chest as he chuffs in your ear. You return the chuff as a deep purr rumbles in your throat, your tail wrapping around his leg, sated and happy. Jimin’s own purr mingles with yours, the vibrations relaxing you as the two of you curl up in your makeshift nest.

“So how was that for your first time?”

Jimin lets out a long sigh as he nuzzles into your neck. “Amazing. You’re amazing noona.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you never listen to me.” You tease.

“You started it.”

“Oh and um… What was that about ‘filling me with your cubs’, hm?”

“N-nothing.” Jimin mumbles. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t? It was something along the lines of ‘I’m gonna breed you so good’ I think.”

“I-I just got carried away is all.”

“Is that it? Just caught up in the moment?”

“Exactly.” He huffs. “Besides, you liked it.”

You chuckle lightly, smiling as you turn your head to face him. “I never said I didn’t.” You punctuate your words with a sweet kiss, lingering against his lips.

“Noona?”

“Mm?”

“Now that the urgency is out of the way, do I get to take my time with you?” He asks hopefully.

“You can do whatever you want to me baby. As long as you fill me with your cubs.” You giggle.

“You’re not going to let that go, are you?” Jimin inquires, pulling you close.

“Never.”

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ridiasfangirlings · 4 years

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An AU where everyone has daemons (the ‘His Dark Materials’ brand). When did their daemons settle and what kind of animal did they settle as?

Obviously Fushimi has a penguin, it's canon :P Animal K would be the easiest answer but I like the idea of a bit more variety. Mikoto's is the easiest one though, he definitely has a lion and his probably settled at an early age to no one's surprise, his personality is just so intrinsically lion-like that anything else would have been strange. He would be one of the rare people with a same-sex demon though, since Mikoto's personality is more lion than lioness, even as a kid I imagine him walking around with this full grown male lion and looking totally chill about it. Munakata by contrast I could see going with animal K and having like a big shaggy wolf which gets along horribly with Mikoto's lion. Though I admit I do kinda like the idea of Munakata having a peacock daemon, just imagine Mikoto and Munakata fighting and there's Munakata's peacock waving its tail in the face of Mikoto's lion with the perfect aura of 'smug bastard' just radiating from it.

For the rest of Homra, Anna's I think wouldn't settle until at the earliest when she becomes King. I could see her daemon settling as some kind of red bird to mimic her Red King phoenix, like a red-tailed hawk or a brahminy kite. Totsuka would probably have something small and mostly helpless, like his animal K sheep would actually kinda work especially if it constantly manifests as a lamb (plus bonus 'lion and lamb' imagery with Mikoto). Or maybe something small like a cute dwarf rabbit or a field mouse, something little and relatively powerless which nevertheless is perfectly calm with Mikoto's lion. Similarly Kusanagi having an owl would be kinda amusing, especially if people keep commenting on the similarity between himself and his daemon and he gets annoyed by it, though I could also see him having something with strong motherly instincts like some species of monkey (or something interesting like a spider, carrying babies on her back and weaving webs in the background while also keeping the bar free of bugs). Yata would likely have something high energy, like he gets his very own chihuahua demon. Though actually I could see Yata having some kind of dog demon, like an African painted dog which is high energy and wants to form social bonds with everyone, once he finds Homra it's like he's got his 'pack' at last.

Fushimi I could see having something standoffish that tends to snap when in danger and his daemon probably settled early at least partly due to Niki's abuse. I could kinda see him maybe having some type of snake, likely something venomous like a type of cobra or an adder (Niki, naturally, has a mongoose and laughs whenever Fushimi's snake tries to bite him). Having a snake makes Fushimi probably stand out amongst most of his peers, while everyone else's daemons are settling as mammals or birds here he's got this snake on his shoulder at all times whose presence is like a physical wall around him and it will only slightly relax around people that he's close to. His snake never liked Mikoto's lion and was always coiling near him but it doesn't seem to mind Munakata's stupid peacock at all. Awashima I think would have some kind of Tundra animal to match her nickname, like maybe a snowy owl (and then Kusanagi has a barn owl so they have a match) or even a snow leopard like her animal K self.

For the Greens, I wonder if Hisui would even have a daemon since he's technically dead, like did it disappear when he died and then reappear once the Slate resurrected him. Maybe he makes it look to everyone that Kotosaka is his daemon but really somewhere in jungle there's a small green very rare breed of parakeet that's in like a perpetual stasis and is kept somewhere very safe because it belongs to the King. I feel like for Iwafune a raven would work really well, it just fits his whole black aesthetic thing. Oh maybe he used to have a dove when he was Ootori Seigo and then his daemon actually underwent a shift after the Kagutsu Crater, like the emotional blow was so heavy on him that it caused his daemon to change. Yukari I see having something beautiful but deadly, like imagine him having this brilliantly colored poison dart frog as his daemon. Sukuna's probably wouldn't have settled yet during the time of the series and it only finally does later on after Hisui dies (for some reason I imagine him with like a weasel, to match his weapon).

The Silvers, Kuroh definitely has some form of large dog, maybe even something like a maned wolf. Neko I think would have a cat as her daemon too but probably not a normal house cat, I could see her having something rare or endangered like a flat-headed cat or Andean cat. Shiro feels like he should have some kind of bird too, like maybe an Albatross or something, though I do like the idea of him having a mouse just to fit the theme of his clansmen – actually it'd be interesting if he had just a plain small white mouse, similar to the type that gets used in scientific experiments and people often assume the Silver King has no daemon because it's so easy to overlook. Everyone assumes that as Gold King Kokujouji must have something really majestic but actually he totally has a cute lop-eared bunny daemon and I will have no arguments on this point.

#k project #Talking K #I wonder how Hieda Tooru's daemon would fit with Shiro in his body #or what about Colorless too #maybe Colorless has an unsettled daemon that can also take over the bodies of other daemons?#and Hieda's is unsettled and just takes the form of Weismann's daemon #when Shiro is returned to his own body the daemon changes back to something else #Kokujouji has the cutest bunny daemon and no one will convince me otherwise #I like the image of Fushimi with a snake coiled around him but please just imagine him with this cute clumsy penguin XD

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blondsblack · 4 years

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introspective on miss narcissa irma black .

birthday: born on the night of the 20th of may, morning of the 21st... narcissa lies on the border between taurus & gemini. a deeply devoted and dutiful daughter, narcissa is undoubtedly the most responsible and reliable of all her family. she represents stability as well as practicality when faced with the ever-heavy prospect of being her family’s ‘last hope’ and ‘saving grace’. she stands steadfast in her decision making and patient as ever as she awaits the payoff, or rather endgame, of all the years of hard work she’s put in to raising the black family up once again, from the tatters her dear sisters & cousin, sirius had left it in. beyond those taurus traits of her, lies the gemini... sociable, adaptable, quick-witted and charming. she’s disarming, captivating and two personalities in one. at the drop of the hat, you may well glimpse the narcissa spotted at grand parties, surrounded by glitz & glamour, talking up a storm with members of high society whilst on the other hand, the reality of it all will begin to set in - the weight of the world that lies on her slender shoulders. the responsibility passed onto her by her parents no less, tasked with restoring order... narcissa is thoughtful, earnest, restless even below the surface. so desperate is she for the ultimate seal of approval, the deepest of desires and to be content in it. truly content.

wand: since graduating from hogwarts, it’s not often that narcissa holds her wand in her hand anymore. champagne flutes, and expensive gifts given by ministry members and associates of the sacred twenty-eight, the so-called ‘wizarding elite’ perhaps but never her wand. it stays on her person, still as treasured as the first day she received it in ollivander’s, of course but she feels her spell-casting days are beyond her, or so her mother says. taking the dainty thing between her dexterous fingers, it’s just as ornate, and pretty as her life has become as of late. made of ebony wood with a core of unicorn hair, it stands at 10 and 1/4 inches (to fit her smaller stature) with supple flexibility. its decor, silver to compliment the sleek black of the wood with small, fine jewels dotted in a neat pattern around the handle where she comes to grip it.

amortentia: she’d quite like to think that when she holds the little, crystal vial to her nose, the scent will be of one, lucius malfoy. hoping perhaps, that a token of her devotion... and appreciation for him in such a way would serve in swaying her in his favour. she doubts however, that he’d be so fickle. not the lucius she knows anyway. to her disappointment, the blonde believes she can only just feel him creeping into the notorious love potion anyway... the most potent scent being her own. as it has been for many years now. notes of her perfume... fresh and vibrant orange, jasmine accompanied by rose. patchouli and vetiver further reflecting the floral nature of her signature scent. then comes accents of champagne, pink to be specific, tinged with a cloud of cigarette smoke and the distinct smell of packaged goods, new clothes and the like. all unwrapped before her, mirroring the morning of christmas day. the most recent change however, being the unmistakeable but glorious flowery scent of a hidden meadow she’d happened upon deep in the grounds of malfoy manor as a young girl. the potent woody smell reminding her of crisp, autumn mornings there, dew hanging from each singular petal - sparkling in the sun’s early rays.

boggart: brideswater manor is all that emerges when the youngest of the black sisters is confronted with a boggart. a familiar sight for narcissa, her home is stood in all its glory but closer inspection reveals that the hallowed halls are noticeably quiet, dark and derelict... the house sits entirely abandoned before her. the walls lay crumbling, in a state of complete and utter disrepair. her home... their home is a decaying ruin. It invokes the feelings of abandonment, loneliness and isolation that plague her every thought... surrounded as she is, or rather, once was. narcissa is somebody that feeds off of others, her childhood... chock-full of memories of the three sisters ruling the manor like queens and being treated as such by all that passed through there, she in particular doted on by her parents, waited on hand & foot whilst her present sees her surrounded by attendees at glamorous soirees, grand dinners hosted by the elite, she is as surrounded as ever and yet the very image of her home, their home left abandoned, as she might abandoned strikes fear into her heart.

patronus: although narcissa’s struggled in the past with conjuring a patronus... having failed on several occasions to stir up a memory deemed happy enough to cast it, she has glimpsed it once or twice. a brilliant swell of silvery light is followed by the formation of a snow leopard before her very eyes. as serene and elegant as she, the snow leopard represents a quiet kind of cunning within narcissa... the skill to blend in and an intrinsic ability to buckle down and survive even the harshest of environments. with their fur of large black rosettes on a sea of white-grey, the carnivorous, big cats are masters of camouflage. they blend in perfectly with their surroundings, their natural habitat - just as narcissa does when faced with the wizarding elite, and the rules and regulations of the high society she was born into and later returned to following her graduation from hogwarts. undoubtedly a formidable, little witch in her own right, having a larger, or rather, predatory patronus is a reflection on narcissa’s disposition as well. a suggestion that she is better matched with a bigger protector as she is less equipped to defend herself physically. as when you go to cast a patronus charm - that’s your sole intention... for it to defend you, a spirit guardian who will come for your defence. and narcissa can’t help but smirk at thought, as what better to defend you than a carnivorous, big cat such as the snow leopard?

mirror of erised: the reflection is as intriguing as it is haunting when narcissa approaches. for stood staring back at her with big, round eyes of grey, that shift unnaturally every so often to a blue-green, is a young boy. small in stature with bright blonde hair... a silver quality to it in fact. the youngest of the black sisters is taken aback for he is her very mirror image. not a detail had been missed. thoughts and theories as to who he is pass through her mind, forming gradually as the cogs begin to turn. a slight hitch in her throat as she moves to get closer to him. footsteps tender and gentle, as if trying as very best she could not to scare him away, despite him being no more than a reflection in a mirror. narcissa had always had a soft spot for children. but who’s child was he? rationale argued that perhaps he was her’s... her own, little boy, the heir she would provide to whomever she married. the silver hair suggests who that might be and the thought alone causes her heart to swell. upon further examination however, she can’t shake the feeling that the boy is her. no son of her own but instead the son her parents, or rather, her father had so dearly wished that she had been. the son who would make the noble house of black proud, the one child they could take pride in and how she longed for it to be her. how dearly she wanted that for herself and had been working for it just as long. he was a reflection of all that she wanted to be.

#◞ ❀ CHARACTER STUDY .#◞ ❀ HEADCANONS .

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dearoldtuxedo · 4 years

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The Love Interest

In 2017, Taft Studios hired a new screenwriter for their popular, and long-running show, The Banana Splits. Her name was Sammie Satterlee, and ever since they recruited her on the staff, she impressed the audience with her diversed setting scenarios.

Some new episodes took up morals that are rarely explored among children, and needed to be talked about more. The Sour Grape girls were given more personalities, rather than being reduced to cute, sassy dolls. She made Bingo and Drooper explicitly POC coded, so that minority children can see themselves in their favorite characters, even allowing some POC to guest star on the show. Bingo spoke Spanish occasionally, and Drooper celebrated Kwanzaa for a holiday themed episode. Stevie was also given a decent dose of character development.

Then, at that year, 2018, Sammie was ready to take on a new challenge: Introduce an LGBTQ+ character. Around this generation, a lot of children's media has been accepting of queer themes. The whole purpose was to help kids acknowledge that queer romance is just the same as the typical heterosexual romance. There is nothing inherently sexual about it.

Plus, Sammie happened to be queer herself. She grew up loving The Banana Splits throughout her childhood, and is still a fan to this day. She also grew up around a lot of homophobia at that time. Projecting sexualities/trans identities onto characters is a method of feeling more accepting, more valid. The same method queer kids on the internet use "headcanons" for. Queer children deserve representation. Sesame Street won't do it, so The Banana Splits might as well.

What better way to have one of the Bananas come out than giving them a male love interest? But, which Banana shall have a love interest? Fleegle seems too independent for a lover, regardless of what gender. Bingo prefers pranks and adventure over romance. And Snorky, even though as old as his fellow band mates, bears childlike innocence, so he's not ready for an adult love interest. The only option left was Drooper.

Yes, Drooper will work, she thought. The poor lion is considered the loser of the bunch. What if he had a sweet darling that would tell him how valid he is? Drooper's so clumsy, he's always falling down. Now, he needs someone to catch him and pick him back up on his feet. Sammie then started to sketch out her ideas.

That's when she conjured up Tux the snow leopard! Tux was short for Tucker, also defining his wardrobe, which was a tuxedo. The reason she chose a snow leopard was due to their majestic appearance, and she wanted Tux to come out as sort of a romantic gentleman. Also, because he should be a feline like Drooper. She drew out a reference concept of Tux, along with additional sketches of him and Drooper acting lovey-dovey with each other, and written a bio.

Tux was presented as a muscled man, a contrast opposite to Drooper's skinny frame. This snow leopard was purposely intended to be the hero to Drooper's damsel in distress. He sure is a handsome fella, but he's pretty dumb as well. That didn't matter. He's perfect for Drooper. Tux would be somewhat special to Drooper, like he understands him, he cherishes him, and he's willing to take a punch in the face for him.

After giving the references to Karl, and a bit of debate, the engineer decided to take a shot at it. Reading through Tux's biography, his personality and characteristics had quite interest Karl. This snow leopard certainly didn't possess the same energy as his other boys. Fleegle was the intellectual leader, Bingo was fun and energetic, Drooper was the butt of bad luck, and Snorky was the baby of the group. Tux was different. It would be quite complicated for a stoic machine to act out all these actions. Unless...

What if he gave this animatronic fully functional emotions? Karl always wanted to try something new. A robot with emotions would probably be his greatest achievement yet. No other engineer has dared to try it out. Not only will the idea be impressive, but his feelings would be very convincing.

After almost a month, Tux was completed. Although he matched his reference drawing perfectly, he appeared to be seven feet tall, instead of being two inches shorter than Drooper. Speaking of Drooper, not only were emotions installed into his databanks, but he was also programmed to fall in love with no one but said lion.

Karl decided to showcase Tux to Sammie. He then activated the mechanical snow leopard. It took some time for Tux to get into motion, but as soon as he saw those humans in sight, he stepped back nervously. He touched around at himself for a moment, and scanned his surroundings. He was now alive, and he wasn't sure how he felt about this. The animatronic walked around the room, picking up items at random. He went back to Sammie and spoke for the first time.

"Hello. I'm... I'm..."

Karl answered for him.

"Tux." "I'm Tux. Pleasure to meet you. ...I think. Say, could you tell me where am I? What is going on? What is my objective?"

Just as Sammie could say anything, the Splits had entered the room. Tux turned his attention towards them by instinct. The very sight of Drooper had already triggered him into love mode. The feeling of seeing the lion was undescribable to him, but since it's in his programming, he knew how to act. He stared at the lion for awhile, then ran over to him. Tux took his paw into his.

"Hello. I am Tux. Pardon me if this sounds so sudden, but, I love you."

The animatronic kissed Drooper's hand, even though he just gapped his mouth open a bit and pressed it against the paw.

"Do you love me?"

Drooper was confused by this abrupt gesture, and had no opinion about it due to his lack of emotions. Still, he responded anyways.

"I love you too, Tux! I love all my friends!"

Tux was quite offended, having to be considered a "friend." Sammie decided to clear things up for the lion animatronic.

"Uh, Drooper, this is Tux. He is your new boyfriend. You know, like, a lover. As in you two are in love. Or at least, pretend to be, for the show."

A new boyfriend? Drooper doesn't remember agreeing to that. He just met the snow leopard, and all of a sudden, they're lovers? The lion isn't sure how he feels about that, especially since he doesn't return the snow leopard's attraction. Then again, Tux is a pretty nice guy. And it's not like they're forcing him to love him back. After all, she did say he could pretend for the show. Since the Splits aren't on the air right now, they might as well just be friends. Drooper shook his hand and greeted the new recruit.

"Very nice meetin' ya, Tux! I'm Drooper! This is Fleegle, Bingo, and Snorky! Welcome to The Banana Splits! Enjoy your stay, friend!"

He still deemed Tux as a "friend." That's not what Tux wanted. He didn't just come alive, fall in love instantly, only for it to turn out to be one-sided. Tux figured, he will get this lion to love him back, even if it kills him.

And so, for the last four days, Tux wasn't ready to be onscreen, so that gave him enough time to win Drooper's affection. The snow leopard had snuck into Rebecca's computer to find information on how to woo a person. Then he'd capture that info into his system.

Tux tried presenting Drooper with a flower (one of the props). He was flattered, took the flower, and patted Tux on the head. But walked away afterwards.

He tried serenading a romantic song, which was performed by the Splits in another era. 🎵I enjoy being a boy, in love with youuuuuuuuuu.🎶 Once again, Drooper was flattered, and applauded his performance, but still, walked away.

Next, he tried the extreme. Tux grabbed Drooper, dipped him, and planted his mouth onto his, giving him a kiss. That only resulted in Drooper pushing him so hard, he knocks him down on his bum.

No matter what technique he tried, his attempts all failed. And Drooper showed no signs of loving him back. Today was scheduled for Tux to make his physical appearance. But before he's ready to be on the show, he discussed his issue with Karl.

"My lover... ...doesn't love me. What have I done wrong?"

Karl knew exactly what the problem was. It's not what Tux has done, but how Drooper feels. The lion animatronic was built to be emotionless, so it's impossible for him to accept a handsome man's gesture. Maybe Karl can fix that.

"Settle down, my boy. You'll get what you want. I promise."

He then called Drooper over for a tune up. The only way for the two's feelings to be mutual is to install the lion with the same features programmed into Tux's databanks. The snow leopard held his hands together tightly. Soon, he and Drooper will be bond together at last. Together, forever. He'll have him close to him. They'll hold hands. The two will spend their entire lives as one until they rust. Karl then motioned that he had the notion of giving the other Splits emotions as well, so that they can embrace Tux like a family member. He wanted to make his greatest achievement feel at home.

“Yeah yeah sure. Now hurry up with the process!”

Suddenly, Rebecca entered the workshop, announcing that the whole "LGBTQ+ representation" project was officially canceled.

While the news of The Banana Splits having an LGBTQ+ character on their show received largely positive from the queer community, they've also gained negative, violent feedback from those who were against it. They were being accused of "attempting to encourage children into sexual acts," and called out for spreading "leftist SJW propaganda."

It gets much worse. Straight parents set up a campaign to boycott the show. Stevie threatened to quit because he refuses to work around a "cybernetic f@gg3t." And Andy, the network executive, blackmailed that he would pull the plug on their show if they let this "gay shit" slip onto TV. Sammie was fired, and the whole assignment was history.

Karl stopped what he was doing, leaving Tux confused.

"Aren't you gonna-" "I'm afraid there's no reason to anymore, my boy." "But, Karl- Drooper- You said I could have what I want! YOU PROMISED!" “I wish I could keep it, but I don't think I have a choice. I'm sorry." "I don't believe it. How could you be SO SELFISH?! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I FEEL?! PLUG HIM BACK IN, RIGHT NOW!" “I can't-" "ALL I WANT IS MY KITTEN TO LOVE ME! DOESN'T ANYBODY CARE?!!"

The snow leopard threw a big tantrum. A single stomp on the ground made the floor shake. Then, he shoved items off of counters, and smashed stuff, while screaming at the top of his voice. He was absolutely terrifying at that moment. Tux turned to Rebecca, thinking it was all her fault. She tried to tell him to stand down, but he was too stubborn. He grabbed her by the neck, and pressed her against the wall. With Tux's back turned away, that gave Karl the opportunity to shut him down. Tux let go of Rebecca, and fell over unconscious.

Poor Tux. Maybe giving him emotions was a bad idea. As it turns out, he's not mature enough to know how to handle them, which makes him too unstabled. After that traumatized experience, Rebecca demanded that Karl should get rid of him this instant.

After she left, the three other aninatronics entered the workshop. Karl stared down at Tux for a minute. The snow leopard animatronic didn't mean to cause any harm. He's just a little faulty, with his ardent coding and all. Karl never worked out how he would have Tux cope with his emotions. The engineer couldn't bring himself to throwing out what he thought was gonna be his greatest achievement yet, so he asked his four to dispose of Tux for him. Karl then left the workshop to see if he could calm Rebecca down.

Four of the Splits gazed upon the now deactivated animatronic. They, including Drooper, felt a bit sorry for him. Why put him to waste? There's still some potential in him. The sad case just wanted, and needed, some love like they have had. A new Banana Splits member is still a member. Besides, he was much nicer to them than Stevie.

"What are we gonna do with him?"

So, rather than dragging his metal carcass to the dumpster, they all agreed to hide his body, behind a couple of boxes and bins in the corner. Perhaps he will make himself useful. Someday.

#The one who turned a banana cherry red [Tux]#Dear sweet kitten [Drooper]#Lover cats [Tux and Drooper]#Bleeding heart [Horrorverse]#Homophobia tw

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beneathtreemomo · 5 years

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For the character thing!! Yukimura Hyouga, Gouenji, Kidou, OH and that guy, Fidio Aldena, was his name? Along with Fudou. (I have to run and sleep, so goodnight ^_^)

Night night hun! Sleep well and talk to you tomorrow/later today! The rest are under the cut!Yukimura Hyouga: How I feel about this character: He is a precious smol snow leopard cub with a mischievous streak a mile wide by the time he turns 15 and I will fight canon for his backstory and give him the best one possible in fanfic where he is loved and just grumpy instead of betrayed and hurt like too many kids in this series are. (in short: PRECIOUS BABY WILL LOVE AND PROTECT) All the people I ship romantically w/ him: Never actually crossed my mind to ship him with anyone (probably because in Yoru’s universe he’s still 5 and hasn’t had to deal with it yet xD) BUT I read your fic and now I will gladly ship him with Itetsuki because the way you write them is pure adorable. Non-romantic OTP w/ him: I am a firm shipper of Hyogua & Hakuren, Hyouga & Healing, and Hyouga & Fubuki bros. Just soft healthy platonic relationships all around :3 Unpopular Opinion of him: ?????? I don’t know?????? I’m not into fandom stuff idk what their opinions of him are xD. I guess mine is that he had a childhood crush on Fubuki that later turned into him putting him on a pedestal. Like, the type of crush that your friend’s little sibling or the kid you babysit has where they insist they’ll marry you when they’re older. Not an actual romantic crush during his teens. And then he ended up transitioning from a crush to hero-worship since Fubuki is probably the first adult to believe in him/ see his potential in a long time. So that would lead to him feeling betrayed when Fubuki suddenly disappears off the grid w/o so much as a goodbye. One thing I wish had happened in canon: LITERALLY ANY BACKSTORY PAST SHIROU TRAINING HIM. ACTUAL INTERACTIONS BETWEEN HIM AND HIS TEAM. MORE OF HIM AND HIS TEAM AFTER THE MATCH WITH RAIMON.

Gouenji Shuuya How I feel about him: Cool loner boi with a heart of gold and daddy issues who isn’t actually a loner and would die or kill for his friends and family and I would gladly be his friend if I met him. Hopefully. If not friends I’d still have mad respect for the kid if he just let down some of those walls. Romance ships: Honestly the only romantic ship I can get behind with him is Shirou because A) Fire and Ice, B) they compliment each other so well, and C) THE CHEMISTRY. Like, they’re just perfect for each other in a way that’s so subtle but so caring and it’s really hard for me to see either of them with anyone else after it. Non-romantic ships: Break Trio, Gouenji & Yuuka (loving sibling relationship ftw!), Gouenji & Toramaru. I don’t really know what else to say, I love their dynamics, I just don’t see them as more than friends xD And again: HEALTHY LOVING SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS FOR THE WIN Unpopular Opinion: ….. another I don’t know, I’m afraid xD Even more so since I don’t have a single clue what fanon even does to him, really. I guess... that maybe when the situation call for it he shows more than a tick of a smile? Like, it’s probably OoC but I feel like if he needs to talk to someone about something super important (like, for instance, Shirou’s mental breakdown after Okinawa) he’d end up expressing a lot more than he lets on. He may keep his emotions from showing on his face, but I feel like he’d accidentally let more slip in both expression and tone if he’s focused on something else. One thing in canon: More of his struggle in his stay w/ Hijitaka would have been nice. Especially with the younger kids! Gouenji’s so soft with kids, it’s adorable!Kidou Yuuto How I feel about him: Eh, he’s ok I guess xD Honestly can’t even think of a silly thing to say about him even though I know there are plenty out there. He’s just... not that spectacular to me. Don’t get me wrong-- he’s really cool! A really good strategist and his struggles with coming out from under Kageyama’s control make for an interesting character! He’s just not a fav or a character I feel strongly about. Romance ships: Wow this is really showing my one-track “faves only” brain because I honestly never thought about it???? I guess maybe I can see something with Sakuma? But honestly I can’t see him or don’t really want to see him romantically with any of the characters. Non-romantic: Break Trio, Kidou & Teikoku, Kidou & Otonashi, Kidou & Fudou. Some nice deep friendships and another healthy sibling relationship after they’ve been separated for at least a few years? Heck yeah, sign me up! Unpopular Opinion: Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if me not finding him all that amazing is an unpopular opinion xD I don’t even know why I’m not a fan of him, but I’m not! *shrugs* just happened to be the way the cards fell, I guess. One thing in canon: Uhhh more home life outside of the team? Him and Otonashi starting to reconnect outside of school would have been nice. *gasp* it would have been awesome to see him hanging out with Teikoku casually after he transfered to Raimon!Fideo Ardena How I feel: He’s a cutie! I love how he’s so interesting in Endou (and by proxy, InaJapan) and honestly while I wasn’t super interested in other teams the first time I watched Inazuma Eleven, after nearly a decade and actually getting a friend who’s from Italy, it made me so dang happy to see him! I was just like “Hey!!! He’s from ‘Milla’s country!!! Yay go Fideo!!!” and idk I’ve had a soft spot for him since xD Romance ships: Another don’t have ‘em character, sorry xD I guess I can see him having a bit of a crush on Endou, but also feel free to ask me this again once his appearances in the show are fresh in my mind xD Non-romantic ships: Fideo & Orpheus and Fideo & Rushe! A shame they weren’t close in the anime; I would have liked to see that. Unpopular Opinion: N/A; I don’t know enough about fanon or about him to give an opinion, sorry xD One thing in canon: HIS! RELATIONSHIP! WITH! RUSHE! were they actual siblings? how did they meet? WHY WAS HE THE ONE SHE WAS CLOSE TO IN THE GAME. WHY NOT ORPHEUS IN GENERAL?!Fudou Akio How I feel: He is a little gremlin who acts like being mean and angry at everyone is fun but actually he’s just a prickly pear cactus protecting himself from others in case he gets hurt again and while he’s a jerk he’s actually super cool and his jerk-ness is acceptable. (in short: *in the tune of He’s A Tramp* he’s a jerk but I like him) Romance ships: Don’t have any! He’s too prickly with everyone xD I mean, him and Kidou are cute but I can’t see it as romantic as it’s too near “well, I guess you aren’t as much of a jerk as I thought, but I still can’t trust you” for me. Sure, they work out their differences, but idk it’s too hard to see as romantic xD Non-romantic: Kidou & Fudou, Fudou & Teikoku, Fudou & OG Hiroto, basically everyone who went “Oh come ON” since they weren’t stuck in the past w/ him and the others were screwing up perfectly reachable passes when Fudou was finally allowed to play in a match in FFI. Unpopular Opinion: another N/A, sorry! One thing in canon: I would have loved to actually see him trying to form friendships instead of always being a loner? Like, he gets close enough to them to be friends eventually, but we never actually get to see it? And that makes me a little sad. All we really see is him kinda pushing the others away while saying slightly less mean things to them and him and Kidou coming to an understanding, and idk I just feel like seeing him interacting more with the team off field w/o someone getting a bit mad or disgruntled would have been nice.Thank you for asking about these guys!

#ask mo and co.

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raendown · 5 years

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 2531 Soulmate au: The one where you have a spirit animal only you can see that will lead you to your soulmate

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KO-FI in the blog header!

Chapter 178: Madara/Tobirama

Tobirama’s animal guide was a cat, a lazy good for nothing smug little shit that lounged on the furniture and watched him with eyes that always seemed to mock him for something he could never figure out. It was pretty to look at, he wouldn’t deny that, all white and gold and almost translucent. Beauty did not make up for the annoyance of that mocking stare, though.

Hashirama laughed and told him he deserved it. Tobirama left spiders under his pillow again.

Resisting the urge to follow his spirit animal wasn’t a problem for him like it was for others since his stupid cat never actually tried to go anywhere. No matter how many times Touka explained that it probably meant his other half was supposed to find him Tobirama remained certain that his cat was just lazy. How could he, of all people, be meant to sit and wait? That wasn’t his style at all. If he had a question he had always been the sort of person to ask questions or go find the answer himself. Waiting was boring.

It was boredom that chased him out of the house and in to the forest when he was ten years old, irritation that made him flop down on the bank of the Naka River to scowl at his dumb spirit guide. The cat only yawned and licked its chops without care.

Only when a massive glowing snow leopard burst from the trees did his guide finally move, leaping to its feet just in time for the two beasts to crash together in a glittering explosion of light fragments. For a few moments during which he stood in shocked silence Tobirama could only think that of course he finally got to see the damn thing move quickly only to have it disappear for good. Then his brain finally caught up with him and he realized why, precisely, the thing must have disappeared.

Tobirama hated that stupid cat even more when he found out that his soulmate was an Uchiha, a loud-mouthed brat barely older than himself and only half as mature. It was hate at first sight and he felt absolutely no remorse for dunking the idiot in to fast moving currents before dashing off towards home. He could hardly believe his own bad luck to have matched with such a crappy soulmate.

Not that it stopped him from quietly checking the riverbank every chance he had thereafter.

It took a week before Hashirama suddenly looked around the room with the expression of one who’d had a revelation.

“How come I haven’t seen any of your stuff knocked off the walls in a while? Is your guide okay?” he asked. Tobirama eyed the spot where that damn glowing cat, visible only to himself, had spent most of its time lounging.

“Gone,” he grunted.

“Wha–!? But then – so you’ve met your soulmate! Who is it?”

Tobirama scowled and ducked his chin down to concentrate on the blades he was supposed to be cleaning. “Doesn’t matter. Can’t be together anyway.”

Matching with an enemy wasn’t exactly unheard of and his brother may have been an idiot but he wasn’t stupid. Hashirama was quick to connect the dots, face drooping in to a sympathetic pout. Tobirama ignored him. He didn’t need a soulmate to be happy. In fact, he didn’t need anything that he didn’t already have. He would be perfectly happy spending his life in support of his elder brother.

And yet, when the moon rose high and Hashirama had fallen asleep across the foot of his bed, Tobirama snuck out of his room and ran to the river, his heart hoping for something that his head told him would never be possible. He spent the night alone.

He was fifteen when they met again, dangling his toes in the water and trying to decide how he felt about the news his father had given them. Most shinobi died in battle. Not many lived long enough to gather their children and coldly explain the sickness raging through the body. Cancer, he had called it. Tobirama wasn’t sure what to think about the whole thing.

Was he supposed to mourn the impending loss of a man he’d never truly loved?

The sound of a snapping limb caught his attention just in time for him to hear an indignant yelp and witness his errant soulmate plunge out an overhanging tree in to the river. When Madara resurfaced Tobirama was howling with laughter, clutching his stomach as he rolled on the ground.

“It isn’t funny! Aren’t you supposed to be a sensor? You suck! I got so close to you because you suck!” On and on he railed but all Tobirama did was continue to laugh. The fool looked like nothing so much as a damsel in distress with all that hair plastered to him and a lily pad clinging just behind one ear. It was an unexpected brightness in a day he expected to be filled with nothing more than morose introspection.

“Aren’t you a sensor too? You know I have to be infusing chakra to feel anything.” Tobirama tilted his head to admire the disaster in front of him from a better angle.

Madara screeched but didn’t deny it and that small triumph would have been enough on its own to lift his mood. Riding the waves of that uplifting win, Tobirama spent the next hour dodging verbal barbs and lounging much like his cat used to, comfortable where he was sprawled out across the rocks yet unwilling to question why he was so relaxed in the presence of someone he should have been trying to kill. He also chose not to wonder why Madara was not attacking in turn. If Hashirama was allowed to go through life with his head in the clouds then Tobirama should be allowed one day of letting things slide.

When they parted that day he swore to himself that something like this could not happen again. He’d had his fill of whatever it was his stupid heart was looking for but it had to stop now.

Half a week later he found himself fishing a broken tree branch out of the Naka River while Madara sulked that the evidence of his own stupidity hadn’t vanished on the current. Once more he told himself that it could not happen again and once more he knew he was lying.

Butsuma was dying. It was a cold fact, terrifying for all that he did not love the man. His father’s death meant change; it meant Hashirama taking over the clan before he was truly ready, before they were certain that the council of elders was ready to support him without thinking they could somehow control him. The politics of the situation promised to be a nightmare in the coming year.

And yet Tobirama had found a silver lining no one else in his quietly panicking clan was privy to.

In the summer sunshine Madara’s smile was a sweet thing, hard earned and beautiful in the quicksilver moments when they weren’t bickering over something. He did enjoy their frequent battles of wit but there was a different feeling to knowing that Madara was smiling for him, happy to be there with him, amused at something he had said. Long since given up on denying himself, Tobirama wondered if everyone else fell in love with their soulmates this quickly. Barely more than a year had passed since they began meeting regularly and already it felt as though he had known Madara for a lifetime.

Surrender and selfishness, he had discovered, tasted like freedom. Dangerous and addictive. Time with Madara was stolen from things he should have been doing like training or helping Hashirama read through the clan records in search of some useless nugget of information to back up some unimportant argument. He did do the important things still, of course. Madara couldn’t be his whole life. Yet for all the hours he spent acting the perfect Senju son, at least half of them were abuzz with thoughts of how long Madara’s hair was getting and how much he wanted to braid it through with flowers just to mock him for looking like a girl. Softness between them was always offset with something else, afraid of facing the truth hidden in their words.

Although it was possible that reason was only on his part. Tobirama watched Madara from the corner of his eye, listening to him ramble on about something annoying Izuna had done and the sweet revenge of dunking him in the koi pond. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know if Madara felt the same longing that he did.

They could never truly be together, after all. What would be the point?

Autumn had covered the riverbank with a dewy blanket of colorful leaves the evening they first kissed. Tobirama choked on the lecture he’d been giving his soulmate on why it was stupid not to wear armor in battle, fingers tightening on the bandages they were tying around a bloodied arm. They broke apart when the action caused Madara to flinch.

“Oi! Careful of the goods!” he admonished. Tobirama blinked at him.

“You kissed me.”

“And you tried to take my arm off for it! See if I do it again!”

Tobirama flailed internally – and maybe a little bit externally as well. “What!? I never asked you to kiss me!”

“Good! I’m not gonna anymore!” Madara scrunched up his nose in a jeer and Tobirama felt his blood boiling, though it was hard to tell if he was angry or excited or some other strange emotion in between.

“Well – well – take this!”

Jerking forward before the other had a chance to dodge him, Tobirama crushed their mouths together again and poured everything he had in to a kiss that rather quickly turned much steamier than he had intended. All he’d been trying to do was make a point. What kind of point he had no idea as it was lost from his mind immediately when Madara’s teeth nipped at his lower lip.

Sixteen years old, feeling like he had stolen a bit of happiness just for his own, Tobirama held tight to the sleeve of Madara’s robes and promised himself that the world would have to make him let go.

“You’re not sad at all?” Madara asked for the eighth time. The very concept of not loving one’s own father seemed to baffle him, for all that he wasn’t exactly close to his own. Tobirama shrugged.

“No, we knew this day was coming. He was sick and now he’s dead. Hashirama will take his place and I will support him. There’s nothing to be sad about, really.” Uninterested in the conversation, Tobirama rather pointedly leaned over against his companion’s shoulder. Perhaps if he smiled the way Madara liked he might earn himself another kiss.

But no, instead his statement was met with a heavily exasperated sigh and a hand pushing him away. Tobirama narrowed his eyes. Separation simply wouldn’t do, not when he had spent the better part of an hour figuring out a distraction to keep Hashirama occupied so he could slip out to this meeting. After all that effort he deserved all the attention and contact he wanted. Or at least that was his opinion and, since he wasn’t often given to caring for other people’s opinion, his was the one that mattered the most.

Ignoring the protesting squawks from beside him, Tobirama dodged underneath the shoving arms and fell sideways until his upper body was cradled in Madara’s lap. He allowed himself a smug chuckle when he was not immediately flung across the clearing. Very few people could claim this level of familiarity with the boy underneath him and even fewer could get away with this unharmed. Other than himself there was probably only one other person who wouldn’t be risking death and that was only because Izuna was the last surviving sibling.

“Talk about something that isn’t boring,” he demanded. “I’m sick to death of talking about Butsuma.”

“Alright, how about we talk about your brother?” Madara huffed down at him.

“Ugh.”

“Why haven’t you told him about us? I understood when it was your father in charge but Hashirama would understand. You know damn well the first official thing he’s going to do is pitch the idea of a peace treaty.” Running fingers absently through Tobirama’s hair, Madara glared down at him, his expression in direct contrast with the gentleness of his touch.

Tobirama chewed on his lower lip. “But what’s the point of having one side behind us and not the other? You could never leave your clan – and I would never ask you to. So if there’s no chance that your father will see reason…”

“Hn. I see your point.”

Slowly sitting up again, Tobirama carefully balanced himself on one knee to throw the other one over his partner’s lap. When he had settled himself he leaned forward to wrap both arms around Madara’s neck and bury his face against the smooth skin there. Seventeen wasn’t very old in civilian terms but in shinobi years he was already approaching his prime. In this world they both understood that there were no guarantees that either of them would live to see tomorrow and yet what scared him the most was not the idea of dying, it was the idea of waiting out the rest of his life without Madara by his side.

When Madara began petting his hair again he hummed and burrowed deeper in protest of whatever the other was about to say.

“So…it’s going to be tough. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this but…my father won’t live forever either, you know?” Those words froze him in place but a hand cupping the back of his head kept his still as Madara went on. “If there’s no other options left then we play the long game. Some way, somehow, it might take years, but we’ll get to be together. Properly, I mean. When I’m clan Head we’ll make peace and we’ll build that village and then you and I? We’re gonna take the world by storm.”

Tobirama slowly opened his eyes, looking out at the world around them through the curtain of Madara’s wild hair, listening to the blood thunder in his ears.

“Sounds nice,” he admitted quietly.

“You’ll wait with me, right?”

“Forever,” Tobirama whispered. “For as long as it takes.”

Madara held him tighter and said nothing; they had already said everything they needed to. What they had was forbidden, it had gone from unwanted to the most precious part of their lives, and it was the biggest secret they had never told. It was something neither of them asked for but it was theirs and it was time they admitted they were willing to fight for it.

Some battles were fought with blood and steel. Others were fought with time and patience. Tobirama smiled to himself as he felt the tension draining out of his shoulders. If that was all it took then he was ready. He could be very patient.

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The Koto Player and the Young Dragon Chapter 4

By the time that they had made it back to the palace, it was late into the afternoon. The sun was creeping down, gilding the clouds in blazing gold against a scarlet sky as the swallows alighted on the warm updrafts of air. The fireflies dotted the grass like glowing snow, casting their iridescent lights upon the trees and earth. Once inside the palace, the maids had already prepared for the night of music and excitement. The palace was spotless, no sign of dust or clutter anywhere, however this did not prompt Masamune to check Kojuro's room as well. There are simply some things that no-one on this earth should ever have to witness. You had struggled to wrestle an over-excited Masayuki into the bath to get him bathed and prepared for the evening. However it appeared that you got more of a bath than Masayuki, your kimono drenched and hair in a whirling disarray. Despite all of this you smiled serenely and proceeded to chase your nude, giggling son around the room trying to get him dressed. Masamune came in just as Masayuki leapt dramatically out of arms-reach. His eyes widened, brows high, as he glanced from you to Masayuki, then back again. "He's almost as bad as you-" You raised your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. His whole face grew hot as he realized you were alluding to how he hated getting dressed the morning after the two of you had had a rather nocturnal night. He would stay in bed all day with you if he could. "What does mother mean?" Masayuki gazed in wonder and admiration at his father. "You'll understand when you're older." He stepped into the room, ruffling his son's hair affectionately before you finally whisked Masayuki away to get dressed. With the help of Masamune, you got Masayuki into a formal yukata of navy blue with an elegant green dragon soaring up the hem and sleeves. "You look so grown up my handsome little lord~" You laughed, tapping his little nose lightly. Masayuki glanced up at Masamune as if he were a mirror. Masamune met his gaze and smiled warmly, his son was the spitting image of himself when he was a child. "Shall we go to the banquet hall? I’m very excited to see what the two of you have planned for tonight." You gently took Masamune's hand, Masayuki hurrying to grasp your other hand as the three of you headed towards the banquet hall. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Masayuki squirmed next to Masamune in excitement, tugging at the hem of his hakama as the musicians and dancers entered the hall. The retainers bowed respectfully in acknowledgement. Among them was Aika-chan, wearing a white kimono adorned with scarlet and black cranes flying upwards through golden clouds. Masayuki waved enthusiastically, Masamune had to keep a hand on his shoulder to keep him from bolting from his seat to go see her. "Have patience, my son, let us enjoy the evening first." Masamune whispered from the side of his mouth as Masayuki puffed his cheeks out. You chuckled lightly from your seat on Masamune's other side. The performers bowed before Lord Masamune, an air of reverence and strange excitement seemed to permeate the air, filling it with a sort of mysticism that Masamune couldn't quite grasp. Many of the performers were dressed in clothing that seemed to flow with the air, as if they were personifying the raw elements of fire, earth, water, and wind. Some of the dancers wore masks, some of them with bright and bold colors, while others were blank aside from two holes for the eyes to see through. The blank ones seemed to unnerve Masayuki a bit as he scooted closer to the protective shadow of his father. Once the musicians and dancers had gotten into place, a hush fell upon all of the retainers, and the performance began. The dancers began slowly, building in tempo as the main dancer came forward in a mask of dauntless colors. The other dancers wove tightly around him as if he were locked in combat with them before they suddenly fanned away and the fue began to play softly, softly as leaves falling in the autumn. Another dancer was revealed as the others swept away, her legs folded delicately under her frame as her exquisite, masked face gazed upon that of the other masked dancer. Masayuki continued to tug on the hem of Masamune's hakama, his eyes wide as he surveyed the performance. The main dancer elegantly lowered himself so that the eyes of his mask were aligned with the heroine's. He gently grasped her delicate hand, she rose to meet him. They glided across the floor together like water skimmers upon the water. Their steps coordinating perfectly as the music hummed like the thrum of a thousand hummingbird's wings. They circled one another with grace and balance that could be on par with the gods, their courtly dance enraptured all who witnessed it. Suddenly, several darker dancers crept into the scene, their movements were sharp and precise as they came upon the two masked dancers. They wrenched the maiden away from her masked partner, spiriting her away from her lover. Masayuki was practically beside himself, his little hands curled into white-knuckled fists. To calm him, Masamune placed a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. He flinched a bit in astonishment, but when he looked up and met his father's eye he smiled and seemed to relax a bit, the tension in his wiry frame loosening. The remaining masked dancer rushed after his lover, desperation causing his strides to become longer and inconsistent. He continued to pursue her, facing whatever fiends came upon his path. He would not bow. He rose and conquered all that stood in his way with the brandishing of his mighty sword. Finally, he came face to face with the dark forces that had taken his love from him. They laced themselves together like a dark foreboding mass of an ominous storm. Emerging from the midst of the dark tempest, there arose another who stood above the rest. The masked hero approached him warily, brandishing his blade, the honed tip hovering above the tatami as he assumed a strong stance. The drum thrummed low as they approached each other, slowly increasing in tempo as the shamisen joined in before their narrowed eyes met and they lunged at each other. Their speed was remarkable, the only confirmation of their movements was the metallic clash of metal on metal that sounded throughout all of the hall. Their speed was only matched by their grace as they careened around one another with unmatched technique. The masked hero braced himself against his enemy's particularly powerful blow and slid back. His assailant took this opportunity to close the distance between the two of them and knock him off balance. Masayuki was on his feet, his little legs shaking as he surveyed what appeared to be the demise of the fallen warrior. "Don't give up!" Masayuki's shrill cry startled Masamune so much that he flinched visibly. The heads of several retainers turned, as well as Masamune's, but what they beheld was a courageous, and righteously determined little boy with the heart of a warrior. Masamune caught sight of you attempting to tug Masayuki into your lap to get him to settle down but Masamune simply smiled gently, his silent reassurance that it was alright. Masayuki scrambled back to his father's side to continue watching the performance with keen focus. By this time the hero who had fallen was now back on his feet, pushing his opponent back into the darkness from whence he came. He tensed himself, shifting his weight onto his left leg, lowering himself like a leopard ready to pounce. The roll of the drum highlighted the tension between the two combatants as they lunged at one another in what would be the final blow. The music stopped the instant that their blades met- but there was no clash of metal. A collective gasp rippled throughout the audience of retainers, Masamune too, found himself gripping his knees in awe of the brilliant display. An eternity seemed to pass before one of the warriors slumped to the floor, and the hero arose with a mighty war-cry that reverberated throughout the entire hall. A cheer rose to meet the hero as he rushed to his lover's side, the atmosphere growing soft and timid. She threw her arms around him in a grateful embrace as he clutched her close to his heart. The sound of the koto's string being plucked softly hummed throughout the hall like the timid fluttering of leaves in the autumn. Masamune found himself gazing down in amusement as Masayuki stared at Aika who was behind the dancers. For such a beautiful melody, it didn't seem that she was getting enough exposure as the other instruments. Like she was an undertone. Masamune's brow furrowed as he gripped his chin in thought. The fight being over and the two lovers reunited, the performers gathered in a line and bowed towards the audience who applauded them for their performance. Masamune cleared his throat before announcing," We thank you on behalf of all who are gathered here at castle Date for the moving performance. We invite you all to join us and feast side by side with the retainers of the hall." A loud cheer of approval roared from the retainers as the maids brought in food and drink to serve to them and the guests. Masamune felt a tug on his sleeve, he looked over to see Masayuki looking up at him eagerly," Can Aika come sit next to me?" How could he say no? He nodded seriously before adding," Just be discreet about it." And with that, Masayuki subtly crept across the hall to where Aika-chan was putting away her koto and wooden picks. You sidled up to Masamune, softly leaning your head on his shoulder. "I thought that Shigezane enjoyed playing match-maker, I didn't know that you shared in his interests." you whispered, your breath tickling his neck. A winsome smile flickered upon his lips as he shook his head," I didn't know that I did either..." * * * * * * * *

#slbp #samurai love ballad party #Samurai love ballad #Date Masamune #Date Masayuki #The Koto Player and the Young Dragon #kyotos-little-fox #this is way overdue lol #at least im done with school now #so I can focus more on writing #but I'm moving to Japan in two weeks to teach ESL for three months so I might be a bit preoccuppied #suzunesays #doodlebug5386 #rem102

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