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[crowdsourcedloner]

16. If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?

For the G'raha/WoL you have!

!!!!!

They commonly just cuddle together in their free time, with G'raha given free reign to ramble about any interesting discoveries he's made and Nailah doing her best to keep up. She'll occasionally interject with stories or anecdotes that she's picked up since they've last met, but more often she just listens to his voice and lets herself relax for once in her life. Cuddle locations change regularly, however, with Nailah dragging G'raha out of the annex every chance she gets with the excuse of showing him some new allagan technology she found (and of course she can't bring it with her, it could damage something!).

[monstrouslyobsessed]

Concept : Reader is a shrine priestess and have a crush on the shrine priest. But he is so powerful that people made a contract with the snake demon. They let him eat the priest in exchange for not attacking the village. The priest tried to fight the snake, but he was defeated. The villagers cut off his arms, so the snake can eat him better. Reader tried to save him, but was locked away in the shrine. But the priest cursed the village and his fused with the snake making him a snake monster he killed all the villagers and cut off six arms to replace those he lost. And now he can claim his sweet shrine maiden all for himself. (Sorry if its quite long and detailed, do as you wish) Thanks! —anonymous

—a/n: alright, i’ll bite and do this one with my own take, but please add the source behind such suggestions next time lol this one is originally from the compilation manga ive read forever ago, Hachishaku Hachiwa Keraku Meguri (TW!!! under-age, noncon, horror, extremely dead dove!!!), specifically the 4th story. i…don’t recommend reading every story btw, some of them are very…yikes, but the 4th one is pretty good if you can get past a certain issue (namely, the mc’s vague age range). the main difference is that the monster is a woman and mc’s a guy.

if you want my personal recs, stick with reading 3rd (the statues, is okay), 4th (6-armed snake lady, fave if only because of the monster’s beautiful design and backstory but wished the mc would be someone older), and 5th (swamp-worm monster in the forest, warning, pregnancy/birthing is involved, is okay) story and ignore the rest. 2nd (the monster on the road) is okay, actually, but i hated the monster’s creepy old man design lol rest is just a big fat no to me for various reasons.

anyway….i rambled enough. i think…i might actually keep this character, even if he isn't entirely original and is (almost) literally the genderbent version from the manga. i actually envisioned him with dark-colored skin though. hm, so the setting might even be different! i’ll let yall decide~enjoy!

—tw / tags: gn reader, horror, gore, violence, imprisonment, neglect, implied multiple deaths, amputations, general yandere themes, sfw…ish

—featured character(s): 6-armed snake-god / cursed priest

You can hear the screaming in your ears, the horrible gut-wrenching shrieks heralding the arrival of death. The earth rumbled distantly beneath your feet, striking unspeakable fear in your cold veins, pounding your heart, and your empty stomach twisting with nausea. You shuddered and your voice came out weak, dehydrated, “N-no…”

Raking your throbbing nails down the wood, bloody raw from scratching and pounding on the chained door, you fell to your knees and bowed your head. You’ve warned them, that the demon would not accept the trade—or that the priest wouldn’t retaliate in some way. A choke erupted from your dusty throat at the vision of the priest you cherished so, so much flashed within your mind.

His warming smile and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, had transformed into something wrathful and malicious. His expression became one that spoke of murder, of dark, malevolent intent, as the hateful village men severed his arms and fed him into the yawning mouth of the snake-god. It wasn’t his cruel fate that had broken your heart and shattered it into pieces though.

The very moment before he disappeared into the slicked depth of the demon’s belly, the priest saw you and wore a horrified face. With blood tears running down his eyes, he interrupted his furious cursing with a soft whisper of your name. You remembered screaming through your tears and fighting against the fisted hands of burly men then, when the snake-god folded its mouth shut and swallowed him whole.

That was the last you’d seen of him and wept his name as the men dragged you from the forest clearing, satisfied that you were too weak to save the one they all feared.  

He shouldn’t have died fearing for you.

As they’d thrown you into the dilapidated shrine, you were numbed with fury and sorrow and shouted that the demon would hunger for their flesh once more, that the priest had cursed them all, when they slammed the door shut and leave you for the dead. Your pleas and cries grew hoarse as you screamed your grief to the sky. There was no reply, only jeers from the village in the distance, as if laughing about your foolishness, that you shouldn’t have fallen in love with the priest.

Their cruelty was beyond your comprehension

You had no idea how long time had passed, there was no light in this rotting shrine, not even a single peek of any warm sunlight or the moon’s soft glow. There was no water, for your throat ran dry and your skin tightened on your bones, and there was no food as your stomach stopped rumbling some time ago. The villagers intended to let you die alone, pitifully and bitterly alone.

It could’ve been days, it could’ve been weeks, when you rose your head from the coarse ground, confused.  Weakly, your hand reached towards the wooden door, and your calloused fingers traced around its edges, feeling along the rough surface and finding the raw marks you left behind, until they settled on a crook. Something familiar electrified the air, the sense of power pressed into your senses. You furrowed your brows—before fear sunk in your nerves once more.

The demon had returned to welt its hunger.

Screams followed and you remained in the shrine, with no more tears to shed. You couldn’t weep for the cruel men and your tongue was too dry for you to utter even a single prayer for the innocent children you once tended to. You bowed your head between your knees, but you were still alive.

You still knew fear, trembling with the desire to live.

Your hands were shaking wildly, but you forced them back into prayer as the screams continued unabated. The walls rattled with thunderous crashes. Louder and louder, until finally, after hours of agony, they stopped. Silence followed.

Only silence and the smell of blood, lingered. And an ominous feeling.

You slowly rose from your hunched position, your gaze fixed on the wooden door. The air had turned heavy with tension, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something approached, quietly grinding the pebbles and dirt underfoot as it moved closer and closer.

Somehow, the walls started swaying and the sound of cracking timber reached your ears, rising above the deafening sounds of your heartbeats and your shuddering breathing. You clasped your hands into a prayer once more and begged the gods to answer, to spare you from the belly of the snake-god. Your prayers became desperate begging, for mercy.

As if in response to your prayer, the ceiling creaked and groaned and a low growl emanated from above. Your eyes widened, and you stumbled backward, barely catching yourself on a nearby pillar. The walls rumbled, and cracks began appearing along the floorboards.

Then, the light.

It cut into the pitch-black darkness you’d been trapped in for days and blinded you. Clasping your hands over your eyes, wincing in discomfort as if light burned you, something exploded overhead, shattering the roof tiles and raining tiny chunks onto your head. You flinched at the loud noise, shielding your face and ducking your head between your legs from any further danger.

As the crackling groan quietened, you remained still—half expecting the pain to cut into your skin and long teeth tearing into your brittle flesh. But, silence hangs thickly above into the air. As if in waiting for you to unveil your eyes to the world.

You hesitated, before slowly lifting your head, squinting and blinking against the light. When you adjusted to the brightness, you blinked and saw shadows. Shadows cast by a massive serpentine being coiling amidst the splinters and rocks littering the ground all around you, staring down at you with glowing golden eyes.

Your breath caught in your throat and you staggered forward, your arms reaching above your head, “—! You…you came back…?” Your words broke and dissolved into hiccupping sobs that shook your frail frame.

Long discolored arms distended from the being’s side, wrapping around you in a dangerous embrace. The priest’s pale face buried into the crook between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling into your dirt-caked hair and releasing a deep purr. Its body vibrated and you felt yourself being lifted from the ground. Your arms instinctively snaked themselves tighter around its thin neck, your cheek pressing against its strangely scaled skin, and you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. “Don’t leave me…please don’t leave me again…” You cried, with rivers of tears falling down your cheeks.

Tears you thought were completely dried out.

This was not the priest you remembered, his ashen body protruding from the mouth of the dead-eyed snake-god, his grin jarring with a smile too large for his handsome face, and having a few arms too many stitched to his sides. But as his fiery golden eyes warmed and his touches overly gentle on your skin, you knew. This was the same man you loved, the very man who never ceased to cherish you and always looked for ways to make you smile on bad days. Even after all this time. Even when everything else changed, he remained steadfast, loving, and kind.

—though, only to you, as he held you as if you were the most precious jewel in his world. Despite his loving gaze, he was dressed in the blood and guts of those he’d gleefully slaughtered for their slights against him, glimmering on his eternally long tail in the moonlight. Yes, he gripped your tiny body tighter to his emaciated body, all he’ll ever need is you.

—end

[storibambino]

When You Say It Like That

A/N: This is part 2 to Trapped (which was supposed to be a one-shot but yall asked and couldn’t just not do it).

Music inspo: Garden - SZA. I’ve always thought the song was beautifully tragic and heartbreaking

Warnings: mentions of violence and murder. domestic abuse. manipulator behavior. again this relationship is not healthy.

“Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?” His breath is hot on your face. “I do. I remember everything about that night. It was when it all changed when you showed me exactly who you are.”

He steps away from you and turns on a lamp sitting on a desk you hadn’t noticed before. The sudden illumination blinds you temporarily forcing you to close your eyes. When you’re able to adjust you see you’re in a small room. Bare brick line three of the walls the other looked to have steel plating. The only furniture present was the wooden desk and two chairs made from dark wood. One of which you were secured to with thick rope. Notebooks, papers, maps and pens liter the desk and there are a few bookshelves in two corners.

Erik watches you take in your surroundings before speaking again, “You don’t know where you are, do you?” He smiles at you coming over to remove the gag.

You take several deep breaths before you respond, “How the fuck am I supposed to know that?” Your breath is still ragged and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth.

“That language isn’t very becoming princess.” He says tapping you on the cheek.

“You rather I be demure.” You hiss through clenched teeth.

“I’d rather you be rational.”

“Rational? What about this is rational Erik?!” Maybe it was the way you whipped your head to look at him or maybe it was your blood pressure spiking but you instantly felt dizzy. Your vision swam slightly. “Did you drug me?” You slurred.

“I would never do something like that.” He scoffed.

“Oh right, but bashing my head in was fine.” You lean your head back to catch your breath and he places his hands on your shoulders. You stiffen at the contact and attempt to shrink into the chair away from him.

“I asked you a question. I actually asked you two questions.” When you did respond he continues. “This is where it all started. Right outside these walls, you told me you loved me the first time.”

You scanned the room again. There was a small window near the ceiling above the desk and that’s where you saw it, your poster. It was a small print of a field of orchids you’d gotten from a local artist at one of the shows you hosted upstairs in the art gallery you managed. The picture had often brought you peace after a particularly stressful day or client. You had abandoned this makeshift office over a year ago when you got the promotion.

“My office, we are in my office.” You whispered.

“That’s right. Now back to the first question. Do you remember or not?” He said, dragging the other chair in front of you and sitting.

“Erik please, you don’t have to do this.” You pleaded. The building was under construction you knew no one would be coming to rescue you or hear you scream.

“Answer me Y/N, my princess.”

“I was scared I didn’t know what I was saying at the time. I almost died and you saved me.” You began to ramble.

“So you do remember?” He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything else. You knew he wanted you to tell him the story of how it began, how you began.

“It was late. I had just finished locking up and I was attacked, a guy came out of nowhere and put a knife to my neck. I tried to get away and he cut me. I screamed and you came to save me. You shot him and I told you I loved you.” You never break eye contact with him as you retell the story. “But I didn’t mean it. It was adrenaline.”

“I know bullshit when I hear it. No, you said you loved me cause you looked at me and saw me then you saw yourself. Even if I wouldn’t have come that guy would’ve ended up dead. You know it just like I do, you’re just like me.”

“That’s not true!” You screamed. Tears already had begun to tickle the back of your eyes.

“It is! Wanna know how I know.” He leaned forward in his seat, his voice low. “I took your pulse.” Your thoughts run back to that night. The knife, a scream, the blood. Blood on your hands? A shot, a fall, a hand. A hand on your neck checking the injury. “Your heart rate was steady as a sleeping child and a man had died right in front of you. At that moment you knew exactly who I was and I understood who you really are. What you spend so much time trying to hide.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The response sounded childish in your own ears but you couldn’t think of anything else to say. Was he right? A good person wouldn’t be here right now. No. You are a good person. You deserve better. He’d done terrible things behind your back and it was over. “That doesn’t matter anyway. It doesn’t change that I’m done. You defended me that night but what you’ve been doing is murder. I wanna be loved and not be afraid of the person loving me.”

“I do love you,” He wiped away the traitorous tears that had escaped down your cheek. “I love the real you.”

The words sound hollow. He was just trying to keep you. “If you know the real me then you know if I don’t leave I’ll die. Either one day you’re gonna wake up and think I’m too much of a risk or…” You trailed off as your voice began to shake. Now isn’t the time for weakness so you pushed on, “Or I’m going to keep making decisions to destroy myself.”

Maybe he was right. Maybe you were like him. Since that day in the parking lot you’d grown more reckless, darker. You drank more and fought more. The relationship was killing you little by little you both knew it. “I’ve seen this story before Erik and it only ends one way.”

“We can get past this. You ground me and I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you.” His eyes were intense and his jaw was set as he spoke.

“There was a time before me and there’ll be a time after me. You just need to decide if you wanna kill me now or later or let me go and let me be free. If you ever really loved me let me go.” Your voice was steady but you could feel your lips quiver and hands shake.

“Those my only options?” He asks. You give him a nod. His expression softens for a moment and the rest of the tears spill over blurring your vision. He kisses you and wipes away more of the tears. “It’s gonna be ok.”

He stands suddenly and walks around to the back of the chair. The ropes are untied and fall away. Before you could move to stretch your tired limbs the cold barrel of a gun is pressed to the back of your skull. You don’t dare turn around, not that it would matter. Erik had made his decision.

“You really don’t think I love you.” He questions.

“I don’t believe you. You never loved me,” you say quietly.

The silence between you two extends for what feels like hours. He hasn’t moved and if it wasn’t for the steel against your scalp you would’ve thought he was gone. You have begun to accept your fate when a question forms on your lips.

“Erik?”

“Yes, princess?” He answers after a breath. Good to know you weren’t the only one holding it in.

“Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?” You don’t wait for him to answer. “It was one night, really late. We were exhausted and you thought I was asleep and honestly I almost was. You held me close to your chest and you whispered I love you into the darkness. It’s funny cause I thought it was a dream for so long. It happened again a few weeks later and I knew it wasn’t. Do you remember that first night?”

His response wasn’t immediate. You swear there’s a sniffle before his shaky, “Yeah Y/N I remember.”

“Can you say it like that?”

He leaned down and you felt his lips ghost across your neck below your ear. “I love you Y/N.” The words were somewhere between a prayer and an apology.

“I believe you when you say it like that.” You sighed deeply. You didn’t need anything else. You were ready.

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