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You couldn't stop the purring in your chest as you watched Robert kissing the kids goodnight. He gave you a nod like he did every night, a silent agreement that you'd watch over them through the night. You nodded back.

He didn't know what you were but you were just as fond of the kids and he could tell you'd protect them from anything. They were your family.

He also protected you. You trusted him. In the three years you'd lived with him, you watched him step into the challenges of a single father. He stood up to threats you could only cower at. He handled the human threats, you handled the supernatural.

You curled up at the foot of the youngest's bed. By now, the monster under Yazmin's bed was fully aware of your presence and knew better than to test you but Lorrie's monster still needed some education. You leaned a paw over the side, flexing the claws on that paw in silent threat.

You spotted movement from under Yaz's bed but it was only the monster turning to get comfortable for the long night of definitely not dragging her out of bed and scaring her.

Your ears perked up at some shuffling outside. Your purr stuttered out at the uncharacteristic noise. Robert tiptoed past the door if he needed and you knew his typical gait. This was different.

The scent warned you that this was a human threat, not supernatural. You were familiar with this type of threat. It smelt of metal and water, oil. A fake pine fragrance prickled your nose and the footsteps were heavy.

There were intruders in your home.

Your fur stood up on end and you walked over the youngest and jumped to the eldest's bed, the jostling waking them up. Yazmin was the first to sit up and you put a paw on her mouth before she could speak. She froze, listening in and noting the noise and your prickled appearance.

You jumped down from the bed as quietly as you could, heading for the closet before looking back at her. Yazmin stood up, taking Lorrie's hand and they followed you to the closet. You were happy the eldest knew you so well.

"Yaz?" Lorrie asked sleepily.

"Shh," Yaz silenced her as they closed the closet door.

With the kids successfully hidden, you've done all you could do. The rest was up to Robert. This was a human threat and while most human threats to the family were social services and abusive family members, you still trusted that he'd protect you all. He always protected you.

Your hackles raised as the door to the room crept open at first but you could recognise Robert in the dark. He looked scared and even more so when he saw the girls not in their beds.

"Yaz? Lorrie?" He whispered into the dark. You scratched lightly at the closet door and he walked over, opening it to see his girls huddled inside. He relaxed a little but his expression didn't change. "Hey, girls," he dropped down into a crouch beside them, taking their arms, "I need you both to stay very quiet for me, ok?"

"What's going on?" Yaz asked, also in a whisper, "Gigi's scared." They referred to your pet name and you realised your fur was still fluffed up.

It's not like Robert would ever let you down but you were worried about if the threat was too much even for him. He protected you before but can he now? He's never had to fight like you, not physically anyway.

You let out a weak mew in your fear and he dropped a hand down to soothe your fur, helping you to relax a fraction.

"I'll explain when it's over, just stay quiet and don't come out until I come for you. Ok?" Robert asked. The girls nodded. "Good." He closed the door of the closet again, turning back to the door of the girl's room where you could partially see him through the slats in the door.

He was scared. You could smell his sweat but it smelt different to when he was too warm or worn out. It elicited a feeling of dread in you.

You realised he'd been holding a bat when he entered the room and he'd picked it back up while he guarded the door into the girls' room. He was silent as all of you listened to the foreign footsteps in the hall.

Your tail lashed side to side and you pinned it with your foot to stop it causing noise if it hit something. Blood roared in your ears as your brain processed as much information about the attacker as you could.

You had their scent which was more metal-heavy than a usual human smell, typical of labourers that stayed around heavy machinery or metal workers. Their footsteps, while noticeable were lighter and hard to track in the house. If enough people had lived in the house and were awake at this time, you might not have noticed them.

As the footsteps got closer, you could hear their breathing. Deep, calm breaths. You've never had intruders in the house but you figured they'd at least be a little on edge in an unfamiliar house that they broke into.

You heard a faint clinking sound that went with their footsteps. A weapon of some kind? It was definitely metal, the clink had a distinct ring to it that metal had over other materials.

Robert stood behind the door, bat poised to swing. The door creaked open and Robert stayed behind the door. A head popped in and that sweat-dread smell intensified. It was so strong, you nearly lifted your paw to block your nose but stopped before it would free your lashing tail.

"I know you're here," a low voice sang in the quiet, making almost everyone jump.

Robert jumped into action, swinging the bat at the man's head only for a hand to grab it and slash at him. Robert grunted as he was shoved into Lorrie's bed, blinking as the light was flicked on in the room.

The intruder was bigger than Robert and in heavier clothing that would protect him from any blows. Robert was in his pyjamas, this man was in heavy boots and a trench coat, bits of metal equipment hanging off his belt.

Robert held his bat again, "leave us alone," he said lowly to the man, "I won't stop you from stealing, just don't hurt us. Please." He knew the odds of beating this man and from the shake of his voice, it mustn't have looked good.

You could do nothing but watch, muffling a noise as the man pulled the bat out of Robert's grip and slashed his arm. Robert was a little louder in his yell of surprise and pain but as he tried to pull away from the intruder, the man grabbed his arm, pulling his sleeve up to inspect the wound.

"I'm not after you." The man declared after examining the wound.

Your fur stood up as you realised what the man was looking for. This wasn't a human threat that Robert could protect you from. While the intruder was human, this was a supernatural threat and the most you could do was hide and hope police got there soon.

The intruder pulled Robert to his feet by the collar, ignoring the blood leaking down his arm. "Where is she?"

Robert obviously took that the wrong way. She means one of his girls in his mind, there's no way he'd think this man was after his cat and the intruder clearly thought he was purposefully hiding you. Robert fought to protect his girls, the intruder fought back to finish his hunt.

At this point, the girls' muffled sobs grew too loud for the intruder not to hear and Robert was not skilled enough to fight a fully trained hunter.

There was no benefit to hide now. This was not protecting the girls from a supernatural threat like you'd silently promised this family all those years ago.

The intruder threw Robert to the side as he stormed over to the closet, throwing the doors open while the girls cowered and huddled together. You jumped out in front of them, hissing and growling as aggressively as you could. You needed him to know immediately that it was you as you gave eye contact.

He gave it back and grinned. He knew it was you and you finally recognised him as he lifted you up by the scruff to be level. This hunter is the one who chased you out of the city and into the suburbs. He's the one who hunted you all those years ago.

You had not shapeshifted since you joined this family. You didn't need to. You had the perfect disguise and you were safe, even if it made your bones ache and your skin itch. For the first time in three years, electricity flowed through your veins and you shifted.

You planted two human feet into the man's chest and kicked hard, making him stumble into the wall. He was big but you could shift into any form so you could be bigger. You grew out until you were taller than him. He grinned something feral as he pulled out two silver knives, one for each hand. You punched with as much force as you could muster at the hunter's head while he moved in to stab you.

He was immediately knocked out by your hit, your ears rang as the clang of metal hit the ground. You distantly wondered if it was only one knife you heard drop before you felt the burning.

You dropped to your knees, a sob immediately escaping you as the pain and panic bled out and in your desperation to make it stop, you'd burnt your hands on the silver knife stuck in your shoulder. You shrunk, the motion of shifting loosened the knife to make it fall out on its own.

You kept shrinking, just wanting the pain to get smaller and go away as you curled up on the floor, blood leaking out into the carpet. Your crying got quiet and you heard the girls' crying as they left the closet, running to their dad.

"Daddy!" Lorrie called, latching onto his shirt while Yaz wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's ok, girls. Hey, hey, you're ok." He said, desperately trying to keep them calm but also aware that the intruder could wake up at any minute.

You just curled up into a tighter ball on the floor, a shiver running through you. You were used to having fur, not human skin but you were also used to receiving affection when something scary happened. Instead you were huddled on the floor alone.

You weren't sure what size you were now. Were you even human sized? Were you a cat again? Your body only burned, it hurt when you tried to focus on what shape you were.

"Gigi?" One of the girls asked. You didn't know which one.

You were still crying and one of your arms wrapped around your head to shield it so you weren't looking at them. "Mmhmm," you confirmed. Your voice sounded weird. Did it always sound so girly? So young? It sounded like you were a child. But that wasn't right. You weren't a child. You were eight years old at least and that wasn't a child in cat years, that was adult.

You flinched at a large hand that settled in your hair. Your hair was longer than you remembered. It sat there for a second, lightly but slowly applying a little more weight then it carded through your hair. It felt nice, like when the girls petted you.

"Gigi?" Robert asked. You just whimpered now. "How are you... how did you do that?" You just whined again. You didn't want to talk. You were scared. You never told your family about this. At least the petting didn't stop.

Your ears perked up to the sounds of sirens in the distance. They were going to have to explain all this. The police were going to want to take you away from the girls. What if they thought you were a real child that wasn't Robert's? Would they put you in foster care? Take you away from your family?

It made you whimper more, inching closer to Robert and the girls. The girls had loosened up on their grip of their father, also having their attentions on you.

"Gigi," one of the girls took your arm and you whined again. You couldn't possibly shift but you finally looked up, lip quivering as Lorrie's expression mirrored yours.

Robert helped pull you close, opening his arms enough to pull you into the hug before police got there. They walked in on the room, spotting the man on the ground and the kids in Robert's arms. They luckily didn't attempt to move the family yet, not until they apprehended the man on the ground who was only just waking up.

You couldn't stop crying and police could not get a word out of you or the other girls, all of you were inconsolable and while Robert tried his best to answer their questions, he left a lot of it up to their interpretation as he kept having to talk the three of you down every time he needed to explain any details.

They stopped trying to ask him questions after working the girls up so much. You were grateful that Robert hadn't outed you to the officers. As always, Robert protected you from human threats, cradling your body as he picked you up, leading you and the girls out of the house and into the car, heading for the hospital.

Police tried to stop him at first but since no ambulances had even been called to the scene, they couldn't deny him from seeking medical attention for him and a child so they let him go.

You’re a Shapeshifter who was wounded by a monster hunter, in a last ditch effort for survival you shifted into a normal household pet and were whisked away by a plain human unaware of the supernatural where you’ve lived for the past three years. You thought you were safe, but they’re back…

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magicspace114 · 13 days

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This is like me with writing. I can write a very emotional scene, I may be rather emotional at the time of writing it but after it's done and I read it again, it just falls flat.

I don't know if I just wrote the emotion bad or if by some catharsis, I've just squeezed all emotion i had for the scene out of my brain.

It's funny. I know that I technically can draw romantic or (light) suggestive stuff. I have enough understanding to make something decent if I want to, I think.

And yet, I'll still feel it's empty.

Not the suggestive art but what I try to draw as suggestive or romantic feels empty.

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Holy SHIT guys I commissioned Kevan Brighting to say some comforting things as the narrator and it’s giving me LIFE. He did such an incredible job. Please give this a listen. AAAAAAAAAA

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You were aware enough through the night that you'd stopped shivering. Something warm had come to you but you passed out quickly before worrying if a bear had come to eat you.

The warmth stayed with you as you woke up and when you tried to curl in closer, you noticed a soft weight at your back. You turned, burying your face in soft fur and you breathed in a familiar scent. You didn't even need to open your eyes.

"Asia, you should be at home, sweetie." You mumbled sleepily.

You got a low coo in response, the wing that was draped over you curled around you tighter, trapping you to the creature's side. You breathed deeper, arms reaching to hug the creature as best you could.

Asia, they'll be with us soon. We should move.

Asia didn't seem to agree and gave a sharper trill at the other voice.

"No fighting," you mumbled, finally opening your eyes and seeing that not only had the gryphon followed you but so had the nine-tailed fox. The mischievous spirit was probably how the pair of them had escaped in the first place.

You smiled at them, blinking slowly and tiredly. The bonded pair of creatures were known for their escapes but never under your supervision. You'd climbed up the ranks quickly with their help so it seemed obvious to you that they'd pull something like this.

"What's your plan, you two?" You smiled knowingly at them.

If they're going to throw you away like that, we'll just follow you instead. They have plenty of other animals anyway.

"Oh but they'll come looking for you," you said, "that new noble will probably track you both down. You may have escaped a lot but you were always brought back."

Not if we have you. You can help us hide for good. Then we won't have to be show animals for stupid royals.

You lifted your head as already you heard people yelling and dogs barking in a search effort for the two creatures.

You're our only chance to be rid of that place. Please. We don't want to be there if you're not with us.

The dogs were getting closer. You knew they'd hunt you too if you agreed but you couldn't leave them to fend for themselves. They needed you.

"There's a clearing a hundred meters to the east," you said, picking up the large fox's front paws as you usually did when you wanted them to shrink their size. They shrunk down until they fit comfortably in your arms. "When we get there, I'll need you to fly up as fast as you can, Asia." You pat the gryphon's head, waiting for them to lower it and offer their back for you to climb up.

Thank you, Asha.

You were the caretaker for the mythical beasts of the royal family. Yesterday they decided to replace you with some incompetent noble, before kicking you out of the castle. You then spent the night in a nearby forest. However today you were awakened by the beasts who chose to follow you.

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You fought them.

Of course you fought them. This was wrong. The timing was off, you weren't prepared for him. The day he brought was not supposed to arrive for centuries. So why were these mortals trying to speed up the process? What do they gain from releasing him now?

You'd known of cults like these for a while but the leaders were usually just fearmongering to gain power over people. None of them ever went through the trouble of trapping you to summon Alaos.

You thought you could overpower these mortals so instead of running or hiding, you stood your ground but you could not have known their technology was enough to restrain you. You had watched humans advance from the wheel to the car and even farther. You'd never assumed they'd try to catch gods with it.

Lightning shot through your body, freezing you to the spot as your muscles tensed and spasmed. You'd been hit by lightning before but it never quite felt like this. The burning sensation of the sun never hurt like this.

Eventually, the pain died down and you could force air back into your lungs. Your knees hit the ground of your temple harshly and while you still struggled to move, ropes wrapped around your golden wings and pinned them painfully.

Your sacrifice chamber was not prepared yet. The day was too far away for it to be fully stocked with everything you needed. The altar was horribly underdressed and would have undergone some repairs in the recent future from years of neglect. At the very least, you would have dusted the room for his arrival if you'd have known.

Your side caught on the line of carpet leading up to the altar, making you cringe at the grime that rubbed off on you. He's going to be so disappointed with the state of the room. Not even any candles were lit, the only light was the sunlight through the purple stained glass that depicted his arrival.

The cultists all grinned to themselves at their apparent victory and they kicked away the dead flowers from the base of the altar, not seeing use of them as they dragged you closer.

Your hand brushed the dry stem of one of the flowers and despite it having so little strength already, the poor thing gave the last of its straining life force over to you, the flower crumbling to dust as did the others that you could reach.

Your wings spread wide, breaking the net and your talons slashed at the nearest cultist, downing it instantly. Red blood smeared your altar and if the cultists still managed their mission, that was another thing you were afraid he'd see when he returned.

Blood splattered over your white robe and you turned to the other cultists who'd given up on trying to detain you. You were right where they wanted you so instead, they focused on making you bleed.

You hadn't thought they had the materials to do that but here, their knives sliced through your skin like butter, metal similar if not, cloned from your sacrificial knives. Gold ichor dropped onto the steps of the altar but it wouldn't be enough and they knew it.

They surrounded you, attacking from all sides and even if you were a goddess, you could not protect all sides at once. You screamed as a knife pierced through your wing, the pain making you drop to your knees as the cultists swarmed you, pulling your arms out so they could slash at your wrists and neck without you swatting at them.

You grew lightheaded, the blood seeping from your wounds and you grew too dazed to fight. All you could do was protect your vitals. You had no idea if they'd try to kill you or if they were content with just spilling your blood on the altar. Your wings wrapped around your injured body, unfortunately taking the brunt of their attacks now as you pressed your back into the altar and curled up.

"The altar! It's glowing!" The cultists all ceased their attacks and started to chant.

You didn't open your wings yet, worried they'd try to attack again while you were weak. Perhaps they'd assume Alaos would finish you off.

"Rise, oh great destroyer!" The leader of the cult called out, "rise and take your rightful place in this world!"

You heard a confused grunt behind you.

Just like you, Alaos knew it wasn't time. The pair of you have been through this cycle before and you both were aware of the rituals and the aligning of fates that corresponded with his arrival. He'd received none of the indications and your blood was splattered around the altar room, rather than neatly pooled in a bowl as a real offering should. He could taste your fear.

One of your wings uncurled when you heard his voice. It had been eons since you'd last been face to face but you still spoke with each other every year when the vale was weak and the stars were right. You knew his voice well over the cultists' chanting and joyous ramblings.

"Oh great one! We have freed you! We have broken your chains and brought you to these lands to do your bidding. We only wish to serve you, your greatness." The cult leader bowed and the rest followed suit.

Alaos just stared. His eyes darted around the room until he saw you crouched down on the other side of the altar, wings still hugging around you and tears running down your cheeks. You couldn't hide the horror in your expression at what had just happened and with all the injuries, blood continued to leak out and make you weaker.

"Elysia!" He rushed to your side, "what have they done to you?!"

"I- I'm sorry. It- it's not time yet. I tried to stop them." You looked down at the cultist you'd managed to slay. Killing wasn't your thing and Alaos knew it. You were desperate and your hands shook as you stared at the blood dripping from them, your own blood still leaking down your arms and tickling your skin.

"Shh, you did your best. It's ok. I know." He hugged your body tightly. You wished he was in his true form but he was still regaining his strength from your last cycle. At most, he had the same humanoid appearance as you but without the extra appendages that made him, him.

"I- I don't..." you stammered, your body going limp in his arms, head leaning on his shoulder.

"It's ok." He lifted you up onto the altar, holding you close so you wouldn't fall off. He looked at the cultists with the deadliest glare you'd ever seen from him.

Most of the cultists were starting to realise their mistake and at least the smaller lackeys were staring at the ground, trembling in fear. The cult leader only appeared confused, not seeming to read the room.

"You all have one chance to serve me well," Alaos said, his voice growing deeper and more distorted with how angry he became. The cultists all shrank at his voice. "One of you will bring me medical supplies, another will bring a floral arrangement. It doesn't need to be pretty, just alive. Quickly!"

Most of the cultists ran out of the room. The leader standing and watching his followers obey. "Forgive me but, what's going on here?" He asked, "I thought you would kill her for imprisoning you. Why are you helping her?"

"I wasn't imprisoned, you dolt." Alaos hissed.

"Please, not so loud. My head hurts." You groaned, the pulsing in your head getting worse with each second.

"I'm sorry, my love." Alaos said softly to you, running a hand through one of your wings, carefully avoiding the blood.

"Love?" The leader asked.

"I was recovering from our last world." Alaos said, "it takes a lot out of me to recreate the world and Elysia protects my sacred grounds so that I may rest."

The cultists rushed in with their supplies, stopping before the steps of the altar and setting them carefully on the ground. Alaos slowly laid you on your back, surrounding the altar in the flowers and long grass pieces that had been hastily grabbed from outside before taking the first aid supplies to start patching up your wounds.

Your blood dripped down onto the flowers and on contact, they grew out, filling the altar room and partially coating the cultists in vines and flowers, not like they dared move to untangle themselves. A vine reached down from the ceiling above your head and tickled your cheek but you shook your head at it.

"Elysia, you need the strength." Alaos scolded lightly.

"They don't understand," you mumbled, "they don't consent."

"Neither did you when they attacked you in your own temple!" Alaos said, "you need to live."

"This is not a sacrifice."

"Neither is what they put you through." Alaos said, "we're going off script this cycle. Just please, my darling." He wrapped a hand around your bandaged wrist.

You closed your eyes and sighed. The vine grew to wrap around your shoulder and vines continued to tighten around the cultists. They started noticing how their arms went weak and while a couple let out noises of fear and complaint, they suddenly lost all strength to fight and all of them flopped to the ground.

All of them except for the cult's leader who refused to let himself be tangled up in the first place. Unluckily for him, that didn't spare him from his death, it only denied him a painless end. To the others, the cultists fell into a sleep as their life force drained but the cult leader would simply be dealt with by your protective husband instead.

Your lip quivered as you finished your usual ritual. Not only were you one person short of your usual five sacrifices but so little was gained from the cultists who weren't consenting parties who gave themselves over willingly. Regardless, it was enough to keep you alive after losing so much blood.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll deal with the waste." Alaos picked up your body, moving you out of your sacrificial area and towards your recovery room.

Just as the cultists' souls would be used to help you recover faster, their bodies would be consumed by Alaos to help him recover some strength. The cult leader will be consumed with them, only he wouldn't get to be asleep for it. You grimaced at the screams and hid your head under your pillow as you tried to fall asleep.

You were kidnapped by a cult to provide sacrificial blood to summon a demon. They manage to finish the ritual and you see a hunky man standing at the centre of the summoning circle, looking confused as fuck, who goes from confused to enraged as he figures out you did not give consent.

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