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lunarblazes · 2 years

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Hi Luna, excuse me if this is a repeat ask, because I think tunglr may have eaten my first: but i am out here thinking about hostile stars, because it lives in my brain rent free, and i am curious about any info youre willing to share about the other gods in hs!

IT DIDN’T GET EATEN I SAW IT JUST BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP WHEN YOU SENT IT AND I COMPLETELY WENT HEAD EMPTY AND FORGOT. SO SORRY ABOUT THAT,

ahem! ANYWAY yes there are a lot of other gods in this au! none of them are related to mcyt except scar and grian of course, but i love them all the same. here’s a list of each god in aeor’s pantheon and their host empire (excepting exor, he’s not in the pantheon for obvious reasons lol, and grian, who is also not in the pantheon for slightly less obvious reasons):

[unnamed]: invention, caves, and electricity (grimlands)

matral: life, growth, and resilience (mezalea)

[unnamed]: memory (pixandria)

anthea: mystery, flowers, the wilderness (the overgrown)

nari: shrub and katherine probably share a patron, i think their patron is a dual-sided entity— katherine gets the mystery, shrub gets the wilderness (undergrove)

aeor: light, clouds, snow, purity (rivendell)

exor: darkness, ash, lava, corruption (mythlands, lost empire)

naia: the ocean, rainwater, thunderstorms, swamps (codlands, ocean empire)

ametri: magic, crystals, knowledge, learning (crystal cliffs)

grian: rainbows, embers, flame (gilded helianthia)

i have a lot more planned to talk about the gods and their fights in the sequel i’m planning, but i can tell you now that aeor’s pantheon is not all the gods there are. for instance, grian and scar are not included in his pantheon, and neither is exor, a very prominent god. i wanted to do something with aeor that was skirting the line of like how embodying perfection and expecting others to do the same is stifling and eventually leads to a sort of tyranny. aeor is basically one of those toxic parents who wants you to get all a’s on a report card forever and if you ever slip there are consequences. exor is not a dark conquerer god, really, he’s honestly more chill than aeor and focuses on the renewal of volcanic areas and the cycle of life. he’s the closest thing to a sort of death god they have. his cult are the ones who started the riders of exor, which caused huge damages to the world, but that wasn’t really his fault. they did that on their own. the pantheon is basically a way aeor uses to flex his influence over exor; a sort of cool kid’s club of all the most powerful or useful gods deemed by aeor. the grimlands deity, in particular, does not like being a part of the pantheon.

and yes, anthea and nari are the same goddess! two names for the same person, just to clear that up, and a quick disclaimer that two people sharing a patron doesn’t give them any intrinsic relationship. sausage and joey share a patron and just kind of… hang out sometimes, jimmy and lizzie share a patron and decide they’re siblings now, and katherine and shrub are, well, nature wives! so yeah. that’s some stuff about the gods!

#if you have any more questions or name suggestions for the unnamed gods fwel free to drop em in my askbox!#put a lotta thought into these guys since i started planning moon #which is the next fic!#’the moon is humming lovely melodies’ is gonna be the title of the sequel as of rigjt now :^)#lunar wishes #hostile stars au

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circusballoon · 2 years

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Kid design! They don't have a name or anything yet, but they're the child of my character Tiany and @erradox's character Zolji. And they're a tiger fox.

I'm pretty happy with how their markings came out!

#/#//#///#////#/////#Munanhil #Sweet Melody #unnamed character #don't ask how tiger-foxes work #this is a magical world and anthro characters are nonsense #and we do what we want and no one can stop us #oh and this is from the queue

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friendhearts · 2 years

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i got to 100 pulls and i still didnt get the goddamn saki card. i hate gacha games i hate gacha games i hate gacha games i hate gacha games i h

#repetition cw #proseka #im so upset #soup speaks #WHY does this game hate me when it comes to saki. this happened with the unnamed melody event #this is why i dont play gacha games </3 #thank god its not a lim at least #that being said. i need a BREAK from this game now godDAMN

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spice-and-pills · 2 years

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if i had a nickel for every time i made a forest entity of an oc id have a lot of nickels. what can i say i love the woods as a setting and i also love mysterious entities who live in the woods

#list of my ocs that live in the forest as entities of some kind:#weve got aila azzy melody egan lixue aster and a new unnamed oc #so thats 7 in total #spice.txt #i love the woods ok

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hiraethwa · 4 months

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one summer day

00 guidepost. where it all begins

>> 01 clear skies. | << the collection >>

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: my first writing in a loooong while, hope you enjoy! word count: 650 warnings: none... yet

may, first year

as a musician, you hear the lilting melodies in little everyday activities. the rhythm of volleyballs hitting the ground as the team warms up, the clicking of mechanical pencils in a quiet exam hall, the birds chirping outside as you sit in class listening to the teacher. you don’t find it particularly useful nor distracting, it just is. just as you are.

since joining shiratorizawa’s symphony orchestra, you found yourself immersed in your new afterschool activity instead of staying on at the gym waiting for your brother to finish up practice. not that it was bothersome, you used the time to do your homework before you get home anyway. unlike your brother’s club, orchestra almost always ends on time, and you still find yourself back at the gym, tapping out the melody that you have been practicing in the orchestra.

with two years between you and your brother, he is already in his third year while you just started the school year as a first year. he is the official setter for the boys’ volleyball team since his second year, which you supposed made him one of the best setters in the region since shiratorizawa is in itself a powerhouse school for volleyball.

semi eita, heir apparent to your brother, spies you watching from the railing and waves to you as he runs back from retrieving the ball. you wave back at him shyly, wondering if his fans would be coming after you. you have known him for more than a month, in that short time, he has garnered a sizable amount of fans despite not being a starter for the team. the whole laying low in high school plan is not happening, it seems. despite being his friend, it’s not like you’re fully immune to his boyish charms either. though you suppose that his fans have it worse than you do.

your brother had introduced the two of you after their first practice of the new school year. you had peeked into the gym half an hour after the supposed practice end time, thinking it was probably safe enough as most of the players should have left by then, only to find him giving some pointers to semi on setting.

by then they had already noticed your presence. “come in, y/n, there’s someone i’d like you to meet. this is semi eita, i think he is in your class,” and so you became friends with an otherwise popular, untouchable boy.

your attention turns to the other first year playing on the court.

you distinctly remember him running up the stairs to retrieve the stray balls that happened to bounce up to the second floor, and you were caught like a deer in headlights. although your brother told you it was fine to watch from there, you were not sure if it was actually allowed.

“sorry! my brother told me it was fine to be here.” you had bowed to him before passing the balls that you had collected.

he had looked at you with the most puzzled expression before asking in a gruff voice “who are you?” at that question, you had immediately apologized again, unsure of whether you were about to be reprimanded for being where you should not be, left only your first name, and ran out.

later on, when you were walking home with your brother, he had laughed at you and called you stupid after you told him the whole thing that happened. but you were intrigued by the unnamed boy, by his olive-mud colored eyes that reminded you of your favorite hojicha drink, by his voice that left this strange tangled mess of melody in your chest.

“onii-chan, who is he anyway?” you pouted at your older brother, and turns out, he is also in your year. you had thought that he was in his second or third year, judging by his large build and the strength that sent the volleyball ricocheting up to the second floor. “ushijima wakatoshi. it looks like he will be our next ace.”

ushijima wakatoshi. even his name has a sense of steady strength that left you admiring the way it rolls off your tongue.

and so that tangled seed of song silently takes root in you.

let me know what you think in the replies! i would love to hear your thoughts :)

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nefelegies · 5 months

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unnamed knight character design doodle

10/06/2023

#sketch #character design #medieval fantasy tag #unnamed oc #melody eklund

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andiloveyoutooangel · 8 months

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F/O and S/I organizational tags

click on tags to go to them, click on names to go to their info post, click on fandoms for relevant wiki pages! :>

f/o tags: #[ rose gold angel ] - Agent ❤️ #[ indigo thread ] - Alexandria ❤️ #[ peach butterfly ] - Coby 💛 #[ scarlet spike ] - Keter 💛 #[ green leaf ] - Dew 💛 #[ javelins ] - Alexandria, Coby, Keter, Dew, and/or J4-CE #[ cerulean hacker ] - Mallek Adalov (Friendsim) ❤️ #[ purple fusion ] - Ellry (The Henry Stickmin Collection) ❤️ #[ yellow chariot ] - Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5) 💛 #[ emerald express ] - Eugene Finch (Drawtectives) 💛 #[ blue seas ] - Willy (Stardew Valley) 💛 #[ pink ferris wheel ] - Emu Otori (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage) 💛 #[ general f/o ] - for non-tagged f/os

s/i tags: #[ waxen wings ] - Icarus (romantic with Agent) #[ starlit pendant ] - J4-CE (romantic with Alexandria, familial with Coby, Keter and Dew) #[ timeline guardian ] - Reader (romantic with Mallek) #[ floral fisher ] - Jazz (familial with Willy) #[ spotlit showtime ] - Song (familial with Ryuji and Emu) #[ unnamed melody ] - Untitled (undefined with Kaito)

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 4 months

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Pairing : Choi Beomgyu x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; none ; tooth rotting fluff ; Beomgyu being Beomgyu ; slightly suggestive if you squint ; Word Count : 1.1k Request : nope! A/N : This took longer than expected to come out... WHATS UP!!! First fic of the new year!!

Days off work were meant for being one thing, and that was lazy. That’s why you found yourself still laying in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as the winter air blasted right outside your window, whistling through bare tree branches as the wind whipped fallen leaves around in a vortex in the middle of the street. Your eyes were barely open, but your senses were sharp, noticing the lack of your boyfriend beside you. He was off today too, and his days off were usually spent on the couch playing video games with the other guys as you either laid your head across his lap or snuggled up beside him to read a book or watch videos on your phone. Your day would start off a little later than his, but it would most likely end the same way that most of your days off had.

With your ears perked up, you thought that you’d hear the sound of him grumbling to himself about losing or how his teammates weren’t the best, but instead you heard the soft sound of guitar strings being plucked in the perfect melody that had you almost lilting back into a deep slumber. He himself was completely silent, which, in Beomgyus case, was a rarity. You slowly sat up in the bed, your eyes still practically closed but your head tilted towards the door as if you’d be able to hear him better that way. The song was beautiful, but you hadn’t heard it before, it wasn’t one of their songs, it was new, something slower with emotion that came from somewhere deeper.

You slipped from the bed, the comforter drawn tightly around your shoulders, and as if like a cartoon character floating towards a delicious smell, you were captured by this unnamed tune that had you drifting quietly along the floor and towards the door that he was hidden behind. “So that was a new song that I’ve been working on… What do you think, MOA?” You heard his voice, just as soft as his guitar had been as soon as the song came to an end. The silence that followed soon after meant that he was reading comments, and then you heard a chuckle, the sound deep and coming from his chest, and then the slight rustle of his pajama pants against the carpeted floor as he shifted in his spot. “Yeah, it’s just something that I came up with… Well actually, I’ve been working on it for a while now… I just wanted you all to hear it and let me know what you think of it…”

More silence, but this time it lasted longer as quick hums of pondering slipped from his lips. You grasped the doorknob, turning it slowly so that it wouldn’t squeak, cracking the door open and peaking in at him. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, his smile widening and his face seemed to be glowing just at the sight of you. “Are you still live?” You practically mouthed the words, emphasizing them by pointing to the laptop in front of him.

Of course, Beomgyu didn’t care whether MOA saw you or not, and any hate comments were quickly shut down by him. “C’mere baby…” He cooed, making grabby hands in your direction. Management always worried about him getting in a relationship, mainly because they were worried about him making a spectacle and potentially causing the whole group to get backlash from the fans. “They’ve been askin’ where you’re at.” Luckily the fans took kindly to you, at least some of them did. Whenever you asked, Beomgyu would just say they all loved you and leave it at that. The only thing that truly mattered was that he loved you, and that you were sure he did.

“Just woke up… Was wondering where you were.” You murmured as you made your way over to where he sat and then lowered yourself to the floor beside him. “I look really bad, Gyu… Look at the dark circles under my eyes… And my hair… Oh god.” You started, looking at yourself in the mirrored view on the screen, but while you were picking yourself apart, you could see Beomgyu rolling his eyes and shaking his head at your personal insults. “Can’t believe you want them to see me like this…” You muttered, trying to hide your face in his shoulder, but he moved away before your forehead could rest against him.

“Like what? I think you look good, really good. You always look good. You’re smokin’.” He winked, wiggling his eyebrows in an overly flirtatious way that had you giggling and momentarily forgetting about the way you looked. “I like when you got that little bit of crusted up drool on the corner of your lips, and your hair is all frazzled. You’re not fake… And I think that’s beautiful…” His voice was once again soft, the way it had been when he thought you were still sleeping, his eyes aglow, almost twinkling as he looked at you. “I think you’re always beautiful… I love you.” For a second, it was like the stream wasn’t even happening, you both got lost in the other's eyes, finding there all the love you could have ever wanted, all the dreams that you wanted to come true.

You both were lost, but in each other you were found, and the room had disappeared… Until his phone began to vibrate on the table beside the computer, the focus that you had on each other was gone now as he scurried to answer it. “Yeah? Yeah! Of course I know the stream is still going… pabo…. Yeah! Fine, I’ll end it! MOA understands! They love her! Yeah yeah, whatever.” He ended the call just as quickly as he had answered it, placing his phone down before sheepishly turning towards the laptop, running his hand through his hair. “Sorry about that… I’m gonna end this now. Gonna spend some time with my lovey-wovey. I’ll talk to you guys later, byeeee!”

With a wave of one hand and the other sneakily sliding across the fingerpad, he ended the live, and then his attention was right back on you. “Sooo…” You drawed out the word, swaying side to side as silence, not awkward, but peaceful yet slightly electrifying filled the space between you. Not another word was spoken as his hands moved to your hips and his body was practically thrown forward, pinning you against the floor beneath him. “What are you doing??” You squealed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Starting our day off right… I just don’t think I’ll be able to make it to the bedroom.”

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mxnsterbabe · 11 months

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Male Demon/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 2,597 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist | Link to Request

He visits you in the middle of the night, curling up by your side as you sleep. In the morning, he's always gone; until one morning, he stays.

You were tucked into your bed, snug and warm under the patchwork quilt your grandmother had given you. Bonnie, old tabby cat, usually curled up at the foot of your bed, her purring a comforting rhythm in the dark. Tonight, something was off.

You felt a light touch on your shoulder. It wasn't Bonnie – it was too long, too thin, too human. But your heartbeat didn't quicken. You already knew what it was; the mysterious presence that had been popping by for the past few weeks.

Without opening your eyes, you let out a sigh and said, "you can get in."

The touch retreated, and the room felt different, like a cloud had just covered the moon. But it wasn't exactly dark. There was a weird glow, as if from a new light source. Curiosity piqued, you opened your eyes and looked.

There he was, at the end of your bed. The unnamed presence who had been visiting you almost every night. He was tall and shadowy, almost like a living silhouette against the backdrop of your room. His eyes glowed like two hot coals, warming the otherwise chilly space.

"Hey," you said, letting your voice fill the quiet room.

He looked at you, his fiery eyes soft. Over the past few weeks, he'd shared tales of his world and listened to stories of yours.

Tonight, it felt like the connection between you two had deepened. He was there, in his true form, sitting beside you. You patted the bed next to you, inviting him to join you under the quilt. After a moment's hesitation, the tall shadowy figure slipped in beside you. He was weightless, causing no dip in the mattress, but his presence was tangible.

You reached out to touch him, your fingers meeting an unexpectedly solid shadow. He felt both real and ethereal at the same time.

The silence of the moment felt intimate and comforting. You, sharing your bed with a being not of this world, yet somehow familiar. Although he never spoke, he seemed content you let you talk, night after night. His interest in you, your life, your humanity – it was fascinating and endearing.

Closing your eyes, you looked forward to more nights like that one, sharing stories and quiet moments. You hadn't only let him into your bed but also into your life.

You felt a subtle shift in the air next to you, a vibration in the very essence of the space you shared. You sensed Imerkatos' caution as he slowly moved, an almost hesitant movement in the shadowy dark. It was like he was gauging the boundaries, navigating uncharted waters. He was learning, just like he'd been doing ever since he stepped into your world.

There was a pause, an almost tangible silence, before you felt it; a ghostly arm, barely there yet so distinctly present, draped over your side. It was an unfamiliar touch, made of shadow and warmth that felt like a soft, summer breeze. You couldn't help but lean into it, a natural instinct to seek comfort and connection.

It was weird, really, this comfort you found in his presence. Imerkatos never spoke a word. His silence wasn't intimidating, though. On the contrary, it felt peaceful. It was a language of its own, a silent melody that hummed reassurance in your ears. His gestures, his attentiveness, the glow in his eyes, all spoke volumes of his intent, his respect, his...affection? It was too early to tell, yet the possibility lingered, swirling in the soft glow of his eyes.

Despite his nature, despite him being a creature spun out of shadows and mysteries, you found solace in his presence. His silent understanding, his respectful curiosity, his gentle touch, all fostered a unique sense of safety. This demon, this shadowy being from another realm, had somehow become your haven.

You snuggled closer, soaking in the strange warmth that radiated from him. It wasn't like the heat of another human body; it was more akin to the comforting glow of a dying ember or the last rays of a setting sun. You could feel it seeping into you, lulling your senses, chasing away the last vestiges of wakefulness.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself be swaddled by the serenity. You found your breathing syncing with the gentle rhythm of his silent existence. The boundaries between your world and his seemed to blur in this quiet moment of shared comfort.

As you drifted off, you vaguely registered the protective tightening of his arm around you, a silent vow of safety, of shared space, of a connection that was slowly deepening.

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You woke up the next morning to find him gone. It was always the same; by the time the first rays of dawn peeked through your window, he had disappeared. You didn't know why. Perhaps he disliked the sun, or maybe he didn't want to risk being seen by others. It could have been something entirely different that called him away at the break of day.

Whatever the reason, the empty space next to you was a stark reminder of his absence. The warm hum of his presence was replaced by the cold morning air, and the comforting darkness was chased away by the early sunlight.

It was weird, waking up alone after sharing such an intimate night. The connection you'd formed, the closeness you'd experienced, it all felt like a dream in the harsh light of day. The lingering warmth on your shoulder, the spot where his hand had rested, was proof enough of the reality of his presence.

You lay in bed for a while longer, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts. You tried to chase away the disappointment that crept in with his absence. The room felt bigger, emptier without him. There was a distinct lack of that strange yet comforting energy he carried with him, a void that nothing else could fill.

His absence was as potent as his presence, and it left you with an odd sensation, a sense of loss and anticipation tangled together. You missed him, but there was also the knowledge, the expectation, that he would return when night fell again. It was this thought that helped you get through the day, the assurance that he would come back, just as he always did.

Despite your acceptance of his routine, you couldn't help but wish he could stay longer, wish he could be there when you woke. You wanted to see if his shadowy form looked different in the daylight, wanted to know if his eyes would still glow as brightly. But these were mere wishes, idle musings that you knew were unlikely to come true.

You got up, the cool wooden floor under your feet grounding you back into reality. Bonnie was curled up on the chair by the window, her golden eyes blinking open as you passed. You greeted her, your voice filling the silence that Imerkatos' absence left behind.

You went about your day, carrying the memory of the night before. Every now and then, you would pause, letting your mind wander back to the comfort and peace you felt in his presence. Your heart fluttered with the anticipation of another night filled with shared silences and stories.

And as the day wore on, you couldn't help but count the hours until nightfall, until the time he would visit again.

At the close of the day, you retreated to your bed, the soft blankets a familiar comfort against your tired body. You lay there, your mind drifting between wakefulness and the cusp of dreams, the anticipation of Imerkatos' visit quietly bubbling in your heart.

As always, it was his soft touch against your shoulder that roused you. It was gentle, almost cautious, as if he was still afraid you might not accept his touch. It was an endearing trait, his respect for your space and consent, a gentle reminder of his inherent goodness despite his mysterious origins.

Of course, you accepted his touch. You always did, welcoming him with a soft whisper and a pat on the space next to you. "Come in," you'd say, inviting him to share your bed, your space, your world.

And he did, lying down next to you, his shadowy form blending seamlessly with the darkness of your room. His glowing eyes, the only light source, seemed to cast a warm glow over everything, softening the harshness of reality.

You never did anything else. There were no wild adventures or daring explorations in the middle of the night. Instead, you'd embrace each other, a connection physical and emotional, and lie there for hours.

Sometimes, you'd talk, your voice filling the quiet room. You'd share stories of your day, your dreams, your fears, and he'd listen. His silence was not the absence of communication, but a form of it. He'd respond in his own way – a squeeze of his hand around yours, a soft vibration that echoed his emotions, or the subtle shift of his gaze as he processed your words.

This was your routine, your shared ritual that tied your nights together. It was intimate, it was quiet, and it was yours. You wanted nothing more than these moments to last forever.

You voiced your wish that night, the words heavy and thick in the quiet room. "I wish you'd stay through the day," you said, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his shadowy arm. "Or at least, say goodbye before you leave." The words hung in the air, almost tangible in their honesty.

As always, he didn't reply; but the flicker in his eerie eyes told you he was listening. His gaze held yours, the soft glow providing a comforting presence in the enveloping darkness.

Emboldened by the silence, you decided to voice the feelings you'd been wrestling with, the emotions that had been blooming inside you. Your heart hammered against your chest, echoing the enormity of your confession.

"I...I care for you, you know," you began, the words coming out in a rush. His eyes widened a fraction, the glow intensifying. "I don't even know what we are to each other, but I..." You swallowed, steeling yourself for the next words. "I think I've come to...maybe even love you."

The room was silent, the only sound was the soft rustle of your bed sheets as you shifted. Your confession felt like a massive weight lifted from your chest, leaving you feeling both vulnerable and relieved. Your gaze was locked with his, your own emotions reflected in his glowing eyes.

He didn't respond, didn't say a word. Then again, you hadn't expected him to. He was a silent shadowy figure who spoke volumes with his eyes and actions.

His silence didn't discourage you. If anything, it spurred you on. You wanted him to know, wanted him to understand the depth of your feelings for him. You didn't even know if he was capable of such emotions, if he could reciprocate your feelings. It didn't matter. You had needed to say it, for your own sake.

His gaze softened, the glow in his eyes dimming to a gentle ember. He seemed to understand, to acknowledge your confession in his own quiet way. His arm tightened around you, pulling you closer into his shadowy embrace.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, an odd mix of relief and anticipation filling you. You'd spoken your truth, had laid bare your feelings for this otherworldly being. Now, all you could do was wait and see where these nightly visits, these intimate moments of shared silence, would take you.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "I love you," you confessed again, your voice echoing in the quiet room. "And yet... I don't even know your name."

The silence that followed was poignant, filled with your whispered words and the weight of your confession. His glowing eyes bore into yours, the red light reflecting your own vulnerability and hope. It was a moment frozen in time, your worlds colliding and intertwining in the dark.

Speaking seemed to take a great effort, like it was a foreign concept to him. His form flickered, a ripple passing through the shadowy mass that made up his body. You watched as he struggled, a strange sense of awe and anticipation filling you.

His body didn't have any distinct features, nothing that hinted at a face or a form. But as he spoke, a shadowy mouth appeared, filled with sharp, gleaming teeth. They were like shards of obsidian, catching the faint glow of his eyes and reflecting it back.

Finally, he responded. His voice was rough, like gravel being dragged over a rough surface, but it was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard. "Imerkatos," he said, the word hanging heavy in the air.

The sight should have been terrifying, a demon in your bed, his mouth full of sharp teeth. But it wasn't. Somehow, it was just another piece of the puzzle that was Imerkatos, another aspect of the shadowy figure you'd come to love.

His mouth disappeared as quickly as it appeared, his form reverting back to the familiar shadowy mass. But the word - his name - hung in the air, echoing in the silence of the room. "Imerkatos," you repeated, the name rolling off your tongue like a sacred chant.

As you nestled back into his arms, his name a soft murmur on your lips, you realized something profound. You loved Imerkatos, this shadowy demon with glowing red eyes. And even though you didn't know what the future held, you were ready to face it, as long as he was by your side.

Exhaustion eventually took over, and you fell asleep nestled in Imerkatos' embrace, your face pressed into his shadowy chest. The steady rhythm of his silent existence lulled you into a deep sleep, his arms providing a cocoon of comfort and safety around you.

In the morning, you woke up to the familiar feeling of emptiness next to you. A pang of disappointment gripped your heart, a now customary sensation every morning. Just as you were about to succumb to it, something made you roll over.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw him standing in the doorway. The morning light spilling from the hall framed him in an ethereal glow, casting long, wavering shadows behind him. A rush of relief so intense washed over you that you almost cried. He was here. He had stayed.

His form seemed different under the harsh light. His shadowy body was smaller, less flickering and more solid, almost like the light was giving him substance. He seemed to shrink away from the sunlight, a slight vibration in his form betraying his discomfort. Despite that, he was here. He had stayed.

As you took in the sight of him standing there, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. You pushed back the covers, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Imerkatos," you called softly, beckoning him closer.

His red eyes shifted towards you, the warm glow dimming slightly under the glare of the morning sun. Despite his discomfort, he moved closer, his form gliding smoothly over the wooden floor.

The sight of him, the knowledge that he had chosen to stay despite his discomfort with the sunlight, filled you with a profound sense of joy and gratitude. This was Imerkatos, the shadowy demon with glowing red eyes, who had chosen to step into your world, to step into the light. This was Imerkatos, who you'd come to love.

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #tag: mxf #tag: demon #tag: sfw #tag: male monster #tag: female reader

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