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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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I don't think I've seen something like this for Morell but if there is then feel free to ignore, but I have a fleeting thought that sometimes drifts back about Morell with a cannibalistic piglet. Like maybe before they were taken to the Clergy they were a killer/cannibal so when Morell feeds them a human they eat with delight or simply refuse to eat anything else but human.

OH! This is far fetched, but what if the human was like the one where they could regenerate organs/limbs?I can see piglet having him cut off a piece, cook it for the two of them (the mushroom hard and piglet probably getting off on it)and both of them happily consuming, having some fun after

[While I'll gladly indulge the idea of a cannibal Piglet, I've already written for pervy reader that can regenerate limbs here. Fem reader. Went just a tiny bit ham with this one. :'>]

TW: Cannibalism, romanticized cannibalism, in-depth descriptions of gore, I need Jesus what else is news?

You never thought you'd be the one getting kidnapped.

So used were you to being the lion amongst limping gazelles, that you made a critical mistake- Getting cocky. Turning your back to bigger fiends, believing yourself to be an apex.

The reality of your fragile nature comes crashing down when you find yourself dumped inside a den of real lions for the first time. The Clergy's Eye. Sickfuck central, in other words. Your deeds, compared to those of the monsters working here, are but crumbs. You're an angel in comparison, practically just as insignificantly innocuous as the average Joes that got lumped in with you upon arrival. They do not discriminate here, innocent and guilty are equal.

It took very little for someone as observant as you to understand what role exactly humans played in this cesspit. And that is the role of prey. Commodities. Products with price tags. And in your case, meat.

Hah.

The levels of irony are so far beyond comical that you could die laughing if you really thought deeply about it. The cannibal, coincidentally sorted to the human-eating chef... It can't have been mere chance, can it? They must have known exactly what you were before you got captured. But then... That can't be the case. Because Morell, as you've come to know the large shroom, didn't believe you when you told him you were fine with eating humans. You're more than fine with it, actually, your track record shows it crystal clear.

And yet, all he does is coo at you. Saying that his pretty piglet can't hurt a fly, that you're much too scrawny to put a dent in anyone, that you'd sooner hurt yourself than eat a man. The fact that you turn your nose up at any meat that doesn't taste like human doesn't get him to believe you. Fucking Hell, the fact that you're able to identify the flavor of human in the first place should be enough of a tell to let him know you were up to shady shit previously! What, does he think other people caught your victims for you? That you don't know what you're eating?!

All of this is really quite puzzling. You have no idea why Morell even took a liking to you anyway. For all intents and purposes, you are food, you should be hanging in the freezer, skinless like the rest of them- Or dangling upside down in his kitchen while he bleeds you out. He caught you, the fuck is he doing playing with his meal for so long now? Maybe he just likes the fact that you haven't had a little panic attack once ever since getting here. That you're mildly cooperative, never even tried to run. As if running were a good idea, either Morell cuts your legs off like he did to some chaps the other day, or another sicko catches you and does possibly worse.

No, it was most likely the hunger. This place smells good, for lack of better wording. Your favorite meals are always cooking, because the demand for them here is ridiculous. It always smells so so good- You think he caught you salivating once or twice. That might not have helped.

You're sure Morell could tell you were different from day one, he's probably just suspicious. Hell, you would be too, in his shoes. That's why you're tied to a restaurant table's chair, outside the kitchen. You challenged him when the chef "called your bluff", and now he's going to put you to the test, initially treating this as if it were a punishment- When really, it's become more of a mildly inconvenient dinner date. It could even be romantic, if the chef didn't insist on keeping you shackled to the warehouse all day, cold and sore and bored to death.

God, you're so hungry. He's taking his sweet time, isn't he? Maybe this is all a joke. He's not cooking anything at all, you're being played.

With a familiar, quiet creak, the kitchen doors part. And while you expected to see the large blue monster himself walk out, you're instead faced with none other than the head... Thing, that works inside his kitchen. These odd little dark creatures that do his bidding. Minion beings. This is the one in charge, the pink freckled one... What was his name again? Tomato? Turnip? Yeah. How come he always looks so oddly oblivious to the obscenities around him? Regardless, he carries a set of napkins and a vintage-looking bottle.

Once he comes over to organize the cloths, you make small talk, because there's nothing more entertaining to occupy yourself with. " Hey little man, what's on the menu? "

Turnip blinks, scrunches his face in deep thought, then snaps his fingers. " Blonde! " He simply says, looking much too proud.

" Uhuh. " You let him pour what you assume must be wine on both your glass and the chef's.

You know better than to try to ask the pink-eyed thing for help. It's unquestionably loyal to Morell, as are the others. And even if you think you could probably weasel out of these ropes with enough effort, or break the chair, the gates to the elevators have been closed. It's not worth acting out at all here, so you merely watch the creature in a chef hat trot back to the kitchen, passing the time by staring at the walls.

Such interesting walls they are. Truly, the soft tones of purple upon brick are superb. What type of brick is that? Who painted this place? The lighting is always so moody. Is that a bug on the wall? A spider? Huh. There it goes...

This time, you don't get the courtesy of a gentle warning as the kitchen doors slam open, giving you a mighty heart scare. There he is. The shroom. With perhaps the most jolly look ever on his face. He looks sweaty, like he's been standing in front of an oven for a while, or a fireplace. Is that a blush on his darkened face? In his hand lies a silver platter much too big,' something you're sure a human would have trouble carrying. Speaking of human, the size of that thing leaves little to the imagination. There's a person in that, most of one, at least.

Morell glances at you with a raw level of determination that scalds. Something fierce, to be reckoned with. He's marching to the table steadily, footsteps heavy. The monster only speaks to you when the platter is lowered to the center of the table, obscuring a great deal of it.

" Should'a had 'em put ya in a dress, piglet. " The cook comments. " Make this whole ordeal 'ere a lil' more romantic. " You're pretty sure those creatures aren't smart enough to even understand how a dress is operated. " Ya can't blame me for gettin' excited though, right? "

You can, actually. His excitement is what landed you here in the first place, so you figure that's pretty blame-worthy. Your lack of response doesn't faze the monster much, who quickly removes the shining silver cover off the platter. Dear God, it's mouth-watering.

What lies on the platter is very clearly a woman. Or, well, most of one- Her abdomen and upper thighs at least, what's left of her arms tied behind her back. She's roasted to absolute perfection, you wouldn't have it any other way. An assortment of veggies and fruits decorate the larger than life dish, some covering her privates, you're sure he's stuffed something in there. It wouldn't be Morell if he hadn't gone the whole nine yards, if he hasn't made sure all those cavities were made useful some way or another. Speaking of stuffing, her open belly is very clearly bloated. In all your years as an amateur devourer of men, you have never managed to achieve this level of elegance. Why, inside her grotesquely extended abdominal area, is nothing other than ludicrous amount of... Pasta? Yes, it looks like it. Pasta and vegetables, the taste must be delectable. Given how there's always so many humans being brought in, and how Morell does this day in and day out, it's unlikely he established a bond with this poor lady before she was sentenced to fire. This, in your eyes, dampens the experience a little. Though you're not about to complain, not when you're starving, and this equally insane man holds the cure for your perpetual hunger.

" Ain't seen somethin' quite like this 'fore, have ya, piggie? " Morell brags, glowing blue eyes fixed on yours.

You shake your head, allowing him to be cocky, because he deserves it frankly. The dish looks and smells delightful. He's a master of his craft and you will recognize that truth. The chef plucks a grape from the side of the platter, edging closer to you with it in hand. " Open. "

This close, you can most definitely tell he's not just sweating from the heat of roasting a person, or rushing through his work. See, through the chef's blood-soaked smock protrudes the real source of his perspiration, a raging libidinous thrill, which is probably making his pants feel real tight. You expected as much, he takes more enjoyment out of this than you ever will, perhaps now you can start to understand why he's so patronizing about your own fondness for literal manmeat.

Nonetheless, perhaps because you're bored, maybe because you want to push his buttons, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, making sure to keep eye contact when Morell dips the small fruit on your tongue. You catch it, teasingly tracing the tips of thick digits before leaning back and enjoying the treat. The monster very clearly fumes at the display, though tries to keep his cool. What's left of it.

" How's it look so far, babycakes? Ya hungry? "

God, are you...

" It looks amazing. " You begin, catching the way Morell's grin turns near-manic, hands twitching by his sides as if he wants to grab at you. " You have to let me see you make the next one. I'm starving, sir. " A vein probably popped in the man's body upon hearing that.

The shroom makes a sound akin to a low rumble, pulling a steak knife out from his pocket. Right, the one thing missing from the table set ever since you were sat down. He motions to it, sparing you a stern look. " Don' go playin' games now, I'd have ta punish ya real bad if our date got interrupted by some silly lil' stunt. "

What even would the point? You've seen the braver ones try to stab him before. As squishy as some parts of him may look, penetrating that thick hide is easier said than done. He hasn't bled once from their attacks, ever since your stay here at least. The knife he holds, while decently sharp, would probably not be worth much damage, unless you could somehow reach those glowing eyes of his. Maybe the underside of his cap, it looks softer. If Morell catches you scrutinizing, which is ambiguous honestly, he makes no comment on it, setting the knife down and moving behind you to untie the ropes binding you to the chair.

He tenses then. Deliberately. Daring you to try something brainless, like making a dash for the blocked elevators. Even if you did, the chef would probably still get off on the wild goose chase. Knowing this, you remain still, getting rewarded by a pleased rumble and some gentle head patting. " Good girl... " He slurs, pushing your chair in while he moves to be in front of the platter.

Your plate is picked up, you merely observe while the shroom makes a fine selection of each portion, cutting professionally at the meat. Fuck, he nailed the inside and everything. You don't recognize the sauce he put on her, but it smells so good... The plate presented to you, quite tall for the record, makes the cook in you nearly tear up from seething jealousy- Wishing, no matter how depraved it may sound, that you could make a dish look half as appetizing as this monster effortlessly does. Lucky bastard!

Morell takes his wine glass in hand and swirls it, looking eagerly at your person. " Eat up, piglet. I wanna hear what'cha think. "

You roll your shoulders, picking up the cutlery. Part of you wonders if he put something in the food, since he's not eating himself. But then, you know Morell is hardly that type of monster, if he wanted something from you, he'd be crystal clear about it. Drugs are not in his modus operandi, as far as you can tell.

The first bite is heavenly.

You moan. And you mean it. It's indescribable, the monster that captured you made ambrosia. He made art. He made beauty- Is this what they call a foodgasm? You take another bite, and another, and one more, cutting delightedly at the marvelous food, eating as if you'd been starving.

Unbeknownst to your oblivious self, the mushroom is watching all of this avidly, relishing the reactions on your face and feeling a wave of pleasant heat spread over his entire frame. He feels light-headed almost, part of him not wanting to believe that you were being serious, that this wasn't just a needlessly elaborate bluff. Fuck, he loves you. You're perfect, look at yourself right now, drooling over his talent. Beautiful. You're a gift. He knew you were special.

" Good, ain't it? Best ya had, I bet. " He rumbles, wine glass set down.

You catch yourself, swallowing around a mouthful and fixing your curved posture, ashamed of your lack of self-control. Your mouth is sealed, should you really encourage his arrogance further?

" Naw naw, open them lips. "

No.

Morell tsks, reaching over in a single stride to take your chin in his grasp. Although you jump in your chair, you know better than to panic. He's like a beast, should you let him smell fear, he'll lunge. " Come on, I wanna hear it. " Shrunk pupils dare you to lie.

" It's... It's perfect. " A small wave of defeat blankets you. It's not that you feel bad about enjoying the taste of your fellow man, it's that you don't want to admit he's better than you at this anymore. That getting to experience this free of any authority's pursuit, free of guilt, free of shame, makes you want to stay with him.

" There we go, not so hard, was it? " He grins, softly stroking a thumb over your lips. " It makes me real happy ta hear that from ya, sweetiepie. "

Oh, you bet it does. Morell is looking at you like you're a steak, as usual, and unfortunately, you can never quite tell if that means he's horny or hungry.

" Aight, enjoy yer meal. I reckon ya deserve it for bein' honest with me after all. "

The chef puts some distance between you, reaching for his own knife and cutting pieces of the woman's roasted thigh for himself. You would like to "enjoy your meal", as he put it, but it's a little hard to eat normally when you're being stared down by the mushroom. You know he's getting off on watching you simply cut into the meat, his eyes lidding everytime there's contact between it and your lips, memorizing the movement of your throat as you swallow. Morell looks as if he's moments away from reaching for his own cock. Honestly, he's done grosser before, but you don't feel like eating with someone spanking it next to you.

So, to alleviate the tension in this floor, which albeit being huge feels suffocatingly small when it's just you and Morell in it, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

" Did you do anything to her...? "

It's something you have to ponder. There's no doubt left in you that the cook gets personal with many of his "ingredients", that he plays with his food- There's nothing like the glee in his complexion when he gets to fondle his latest pig. Maybe it's the power, the importance of being the last person someone talks to or sees before death claims them. You... You feel a little bit of that sick pleasure yourself, but you never had a habit of massacrating your kills. It's unclear why you even want to know what Morell does with his human victims. Maybe you really just spoke to distract him from you, maybe you want to hear a disgusting answer.

Because it would thrill you.

The chef makes a sound between a huff and a chuckle, picking at the torso on a platter with the same knife. The very tip of the stainless steel piercing into one of her breasts beneath the nipple. Morell casually takes a slice for himself and finally takes a seat sideways on the chair opposite to you.

" Define anythin'... " The grin widens.

He knows what you mean. You know he does. The monster probably just enjoys making you spell things out to get himself off.

" Uh- Y-You know... " Very impressive.

" Do I? "

Alright, fuck it. You attempt to eat as you speak, to appear casual.

" Did you... Touch her? I know sometimes you get... Uhm, close to them. And you f-.... Finger... " What the fuck is wrong with you? You'll kill a man, but you can't even ask this pervert if he fingers his victims?!

Morell barks out hearty laughter at your struggling, tears in the corners of his eyes. " Lawd-! " He wheezes. " Did I finger her? "

" ... Yeah. "

Another small burst of chuckling, then the monster takes a deep breath, and spares you a surprisingly adoring look. Intoxicated, more like. " Dawww, piglet, are ya worried yer not good enough fer me? I ain't been touchin' anyone since ya got 'ere. "

Amazing. He managed to twist you wanting to know if he molested his victim into a display of insecurity from your part. As if the two of you are a couple having a heart-to-heart about your feelings.

" Uhh... Okay. " It's a little flattering to know that he hasn't been interested in anyone else ever since you were brought in, in an obviously depraved way. It's also dangerous, really dangerous, you're aware of that.

" I'm faithful to ya, pumpkin. Ya don' have ta worry. "

You just nod, cheeks coloring a couple shades darker. Emboldened by those words, or perhaps because his earlier answer wasn't satisfactory, you poke harder. You know riling him up is far from the best idea, but you're not known for your ability to make sane, proper decisions to begin with.

" You could have... " Is uttered in between bites, making the large shroom nearly choke on his own mouthful. He beats at his chest once and gives you a questioning look, flush darkening. " I mean, what does it matter if you do, right? They all die anyway. " Oh God why are you talking?! Where are you even trying to go with this?

Morell chews through his next mouthful slowly, giving you a fixed, knowing look while he drums meaty fingers on the table. " Does that do it for ya, piglet? " You choke. " Ya wanna watch that stuff? "

Damage control mode activated. " N-No, I- "

" 'Cus I can do that. "

Oh fuck. " O-Okay... "

Silence reigns.

You're eating faster now, though this time it's in an effort to get the little dinner date over with as soon as possible. You've embarrassed yourself enough as is. Though, truth be told, you also want to go for seconds, the meal is so appetizing... Even if this is by far the most awkward and tense interaction of your entire life, Morell's food is so utterly fantastic that you'd go through it all again just to taste this masterpiece one more time. A couple more forlorn forkfuls and your plate is squeaky clean. Pity.

Should you get up? Will he punish you for rising without permission or assume you're going to run? Ever starving eyes glaze over the platter's contents wistfully.

" Cravin' more? " Morell looks at you oddly. There's something strained about his posture, and you realize why when one of his arms is no longer poised over the table's cloth. Creep. He's doing exactly what you expected him to earlier...

Your tentative nodding is rewarded by another pleased rumble. " C'mere then. "

With a great deal of hesitancy, eyes trained on his, you do as told, knowing better than to try to draw out the inevitable. There's an audible gulp at the sight that greets you the closer you get.

The chef has freed himself from his pants, a pallid, large blue cock resting atop heavy balls. It's... Well, massive. Because the monster himself is huge compared to most humans, it makes sense he'd pack generously. Although overall humanoid in form, you don't miss the oddly-shaped bumps on the underside of it, or the fact that it sports plenty of the same marks the rest of his skin does. Your stare bounces everywhere in anxiety, unwilling to fixate on the cook's twitching length. Something about his nonchalant attitude is making a fire rise in your loins, unfortunately.

" Shorts off. "

Again, there's some seconds of reluctance from your part as you glance at your tattered clothes. You're wet, you know you are- But even then, it would be a challenge to fit that thing. Will you really let this happen just because your brain's wires crossed funny and your captor is mildly sexy? Just because, sometimes, you feel at home here?

" Piglet. " He warns when you take too long.

The moment said cloth hit the floor, you catch him huffing, gaze pointedly on your slightly flushed cunt. Your underwear privileges were revoked a while ago. You try not to lose your nerves, but some part of you does want to sprint right now. " Good girl... " He purrs, curling a finger.

The contact doesn't last, because you're swiftly turned around and manhandled to fold over the table, tits and face mushed on it. " Keep 'em spread, piggy. " Morell orders, prodding one finger against your opening. You don't get to say a word before it's jammed in, meeting little resistance.

When you're between the large monster and the table, he stays still in lurid observation. Then, in a fraction of a second, grabs your ass, forcing your sweet pussy against his face. The yelp you let out turns into a shriek when a fat tongue gives it a teasing swipe. You feel his blunt teeth on your mons and wonder if the chef is going to bite your genitals off entirely, a very real rush of fear making your body turn cold.

He's done this before, the shroom has no trouble getting people to open up for him, motions mechanic but effective. Soon, there's a quiet shlick muffling both your rapid breaths as his hand only ever withdraws so he can lather it in more drool and shove more fingers inside your gushing hole. By the time there's three trying to push in, you're grabbing the cloth like a vise and trying to bite down gross moans every time he thrusts, the force of each motion bouncing you forward. He doesn't know gentle, does he?

" Ya look so damn cute like this. " He murmurs, you can only groan nonsensically in response.

There's a sudden feeling of emptiness.

In a flash of movement, you're grabbed by the waist and dragged backwards. It all happens so quickly. One second you're poised in the air, the next you barely feel his tip before you've been forcibly impaled on the biggest cock you've ever welcomed within yourself.

The noise you let out is more akin to a dying animal's howl to a human vocalization, completely overshadowing Morell's own guttural snarl of pleasure.

Oh God, are you bleeding? It burns, it burns hard... But fuck, you're so full. He's touching everything at once. You swear you can feel him in your fucking lungs, holy shit. Is he fully inside?! Glazed, tearing eyes glance down. There's a distinct imprint on your lower abdomen, but sure enough, the monster is fully sheathed inside you.

" Ffffuckin' Hell, piglet... " Morell slurs, breathing ragged while he throbs inside you, grabbing onto your legs to keep you from squirming while the two of you get used to the sensation. Your insides contract reflexively and the shroom shudders, gripping you tighter. " Ah sh- Don' squeeze like that yet, girl. " Easier said that done.

Instead of moving, Morell extends an arm to drag the platter closer to himself, taking a fat cut of the roasted person atop it and stabbing it onto the knife. Casually, it's brought up to your incredulous lips. " Go on, I know yer still hungry. "

God, this sickfuck... But you're not any better, because you do take a bite, in spite of how depraved this situation already is.

" That's it, enjoy yerself... " You'd enjoy it more if he wasn't rasping into your ear, it's a challenge trying to eat with him palming his own cock through your tummy and moaning quietly.

You nearly choke again when your clit gets toyed with out of nowhere, forcing you to keen around the mouthful of meat. The shroom cackles. It takes very little to make you cum. Stretched as you are, the chef only has to make a couple of half-hearted grinds up into your wriggling body and flick your button a couple of times before you're sobbing out what could have once been words.

They're not stars, but there's definitely something swimming in the corners of your vision when you arch and gush on Morell, cunt spasming viciously against hard flesh. He himself can't help but fuck into you with a lot more vigor, knife discarded back onto the table loudly as the male leans back and uses both hands to rapidly bounce your drooling, crying form on his cock. The noises are downright shameful.

It's a mind blowing orgasm, you can't lie. As much as you want to.

You're breathless, boneless against the cook. Surprisingly enough, he forces himself to slow down, exerting what you imagine must be a stupendous amount of self-control for an indulgent creature such as himself. A thankfully clean hand casually strokes through your hair, patting you softly in reward. " Good job, piggy. I almost lost maself there. "

Almost? It sure as fuck seemed like he went feral, judging by the force he fucked you with. Like a cock-sock, you weigh nothing to him. You dread knowing what a "lost" Morell must act like.

The shroom reaches past you to retrieve the kitchen knife, eating from it calmly while you roll your eyes. Seriously?

The last thing you expect is for him to grab your chin and jerk it up, sharing an unwanted kiss with you. The way your eyes bulge out when flesh is passed from his near lipless mouth into yours causes Morell to grin. You have no choice but to swallow, his tongue won't allow any fight. Ugh.

Fucking disgusting. He's horrid.

You spare the overgrown mushroom a look of unfiltered distaste, to which he just chuckles quietly and lovingly wipes the corners of your lips.

In moments, you're being lightly bounced again.

" Think ya can stomach some more? "

#Morell oc #tw cannibalism #tw gore #gore tw #cannibal tw #minors dni

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beetlesau · 2 years

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!zombie Bakugou x reader, Warm Bodies

Chapter 1, "Curiosity Killed the Cat"

You weren't entirely sure how it had started, the end of the world, yet here you were, dead in the middle of it. Well, "dead" would be a poor choice of wording, considering all the people that now surrounded you that were, in fact, dead. Yep, of all the ways for quirks to spiral out of control, this happened to be the way the earth would kick the bucket. All you knew was that, somewhere down the line, someone's quirk became too powerful. Too uncontrollable. Within weeks Japan and the rest of the world were burying half the population. The only problem was they didn't stay dead. Nor did they remain buried. So here you were, sat atop an overturned semi-truck on the interstate just outside Musutafu, Japan. You came to this particular spot since the weather was so pleasant. The company, however, was a bit unfavorable. "Yeah, yeah. I hear you, alright? Moaning and groaning, I swear is that all you guys ever have to say?" You sit in a lawn chair with a bag of moldy bread, tossing wads of it off the side of the overturned truck as if you were feeding ducks at a pond. It sails past a couple of them, occasionally hitting one in the face. For the most part, they ignore it and continue reaching up to you as if begging you to come down. "You ever think of saying something else? Anyone wanna talk about the new explosion that happened last night? No? The smoke is still a mile high. None of you wanna fess up to causing that one, aye?" you look down at the pale, bloodless faces over the rim of your shades, cocking an eyebrow as you consider each one before you. "Susantha? Jimathy? No one? Hmm. Maybe it was a group of survivors, huh? Maybe some actual humans that could hold a conversation, unlike you guys?" The small herd groans as you goad them. You sigh and look far off in the distance at the black smoke that pollutes the sky. "Doubtful," you confess to the group. "Well, it's been nice hanging out with you lot, but I think it's time I head back home. I've got people waiting for me, after all." You stand, packing away your stale bread for next time. Staring at your feet for a moment, you almost believe there would be someone, anyone waiting for you. But there was no one. You were alone. The dead below moaned and hissed at your new movement. "You guys didn't believe that one, did yah? You're all a bunch of know-it-alls. … Shut up, would you?" you didn't intend to get teary-eyed even if the company was so understanding. "…….. bye guys. I'll be back. I always come back, don't I? You guys know you have first dibs when I decided to just let some deads take a bite, alright?" It wasn't much, but the small group that ended up trapped in a circle of cars out here was the closest thing you had to friends. At least that's what you'd told yourself just so the full panic could never really settle in. You didn't tell them others were living out there. You pretend it would break their little unbeating hearts to know that the only ones you'd come across were villains in the time before all this. You couldn't allow yourself to fall in with those lot, no matter how lonely you'd gotten. They never valued the life of the living before. They couldn't be trusted to value it now.

You were fortunate in these times, perhaps, to have a useful quirk. You're mom had all the abilities of a reptile, and your dad could blend into his surroundings with ease. The combination resulting in you essentially being a chameleon in every way but anatomy and looks, which you were thankful for at the least before the end of the world. When you were a child, you'd cry waking from a dream where you had wild eyes and had to eat flies with a long sticky tongue. That all seemed very trivial now, and at least the tongue could have been useful to safely catch food. Another drawback was you were always cold at night, and could hardly stand to go without a fire or warmth to get you through.

But, what you did have was the ability to blend into your surroundings. Making you exceptionally good at Hide and Seek, as well as confusing Deads that could certainly smell you but not see you.

Leaping down from the bus, you made your usual treck back to your safe haven. A short apartment building that had minimal damage from the looting and fires that followed the reemerging of the dead. It was nestled between a small gulf and the bridge that would take one to the other side. From your window, you could see the fire plum that had been burning all through the night and now well into mid-day. It wasn't unusual for fires to randomly pop up, but this one seemed to be out-lasting the others. Normally, you'd wait till the fire had died before exploring what had caused it or to see what supplies may have been left behind by a random arsonist. You'd learned that those few survivors had a system of setting a fire to signal a stash of reserves nearby. With your quirk it was easy enough to help yourself pick off a few things they wouldn't notice were missing. However, as you looked around your disheveled kitchen, you noticed your rations were lower than you'd usually let them get.

You sighed and decided you'd venture out at first light the next day even if the smoke hadn't died down a little by then. As you took off your clothes and shuffled over to your mattress in the middle of the room you couldn't help but feel like something was waiting for you across that bridge. Something at the heart of that fire. You laughed to yourself, "Always so dramatic. I've just got to get a few supplies then scram. Business as usual."

It was only six in the afternoon by this point, but you'd found it easier to sleep when the sun was still out enough to keep your body warm without having to worry about a fire burning the place down while you slept. You'd be awake and fully alert by time the sun started peaking back over the buildings in the morning.

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know" you told yourself before lulling off to sleep.

#my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #zombie au #zombie fic #bakugou is dead but not #AU #uuuh how does one make tags #Zombie bakugou #warm bodies type of story #halloween all year

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years

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Out Of The Nest

Summary: Eda convinces Enzo to leave the owl house with her so she can sell at the market.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, panic, panic attacks mentioned, manipulation, Philip/Belos and his shit mentioned. Typos

A/N: I'm pretty sure we don't see the Collector's ears in the show so I've decided that they do not have ears like a witch or a human, instead they have very tiny, moveable sea lion like ears, because it's cute and why tf not? Please enjoy the mental image of the Collector with tiny little sea lion ears.

Eda raises two gods AU link here.

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Eda rolled over in her nest with a sigh, King squeaked softly as he was dislodged from his spot on her chest.

Enzo had another nightmare last night, they had those most nights, so her nest had two more occupants. She didn't mind much, if they could sleep through the night, that was a good thing, right?

Her ears picked up the sound of rumbling stomachs, the kids would be up and hungry soon. Do I still have anything left to eat? I needa go to the market, ugh, I gotta sell too. Eda groaned internally. She hadn't left the house much since she'd brought Enzo and King. At first it was because King was sick and she couldn't leave him, now it was because of Enzo's nervousness about leaving and being caught, they stuck to her side most of the day.

That concealment stone should be ready by now. She'd been making concealment stones to sell for a few years now, and the other day she started making one for Enzo.

I suppose I have to get up before they do now. Shit.

Eda was many things, a morning person was not one of them.

She huffed and hauled herself out of her nest. She slipped on her slippers and shuffled to the door then down the stairs.

The fridge was close to empty, she had to start buying enough to feed three people. There was still enough griffin sausages to make some breakfast, and she could chop up the remaining fruits to make a salad. After that she needed to go shopping.

Feeling lazy, she spelled the fruit to move so the knife could cut it without her actually doing anything, and then she very lazily tossed the sausages onto the pan with the heat on low.

Next, the concealment stone.

She had to get it from the basement, and she needed to find some clothes for Enzo, and a baby carrier for King. There was a lot in her basement.

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Enzo yawned and rubbed their eyes as he made their way downstairs with King in their arms. Mmm, sausages... They could smell breakfast, it was smelling good. King squirmed a little, the aroma of food awakening him more.

They patted his head so he'd stay just a bit calmer longer. Feeding frenzy King was harder to hold and they didn't want to drop him.

The house demon was awake and setting the table. He looked up and waved his head upon noticing Enzo had entered the kitchen.

"Hiya Enzo! King! Morning!" Hooty screeched.

"Morning Hooty." Enzo greeted him, sleepily setting King in his high chair and slumping down into their own seat.

They hadn't slept well at all last night, Philip kept trying to summom them. They had been fighting the influence of the summoning tablet most of the night, only being able to rest once Philip gave up for the time.

Maybe I can sleep good tomorrow. They thought.

A plate being set down in front of them caught their attention and they startled back.

"Easy there, it's just a plate." Oh, it was only Eda.

"Thanks." They murmured softly.

King was already devouring his plateful of food. There was a bowl with fruit on the table too. It smelled good.

Enzo slowly started eating, going at a pace they could manage. Food was good. Food made sleepiness go away a bit.

They finished much later than normal, King was waiting to play, he'd become fascinated with fighting games. His vocabulary had expanded, he could say food, play, want, and he was trying to say Enzo now.

"Eso! Play? Want play King?!" King squeaked happily, his little tail wagging around.

"Sure buddy." They said, grabbing the plates to be put in the sink.

Eda didn't really like plates left on the table, she was happier when it was clean. Enzo liked Eda happy.

"Hold on kiddo, we need to talk." Eda stopped them from leaving the kitchen.

"Is something wrong? Did I do wrong? Are you mad?" Enzo asked.

"Relax, I'm not mad, I just need to talk with you." She patted the seat across from her.

She was calm, they sensed no anger or disappointment. Deeming there wasn't any danger, Enzo sat down and looked at the table as a bundle of things was spelled onto it. Clothes, a sort of harness? and a golden owl pendant with a soft looking red band, kinda like the one that those kids and their mom had all that time ago.

Enzo picked the pendant up and turned it over in their hands. They held it up to the light and- Oh? their hands weren't orange anymore, instead, they were brown, and there were darker freckles on their arms?

"Do you wanna take a look?" The owl lady asked.

She had a small mirror in her hands that she held up for them when they nodded.

There was no half orange and purple face, no pale purple hair, no scar, no red eyes surrounded by yellow staring back at them. Just solid brown skin, with freckles dotted all over their face. They let their eyes travel around the reflection.

They had a v shaped hair line, with pale greenish hair that was messy in a way reminiscent of Eda, they had longer eyebrows that were darker green and more mint in color. They noticed ears on the side of their head, witch ears, they never had ears like this before, their ears, externally, were tiny. The witch ears moved when their's did. They looked back to the center of the mirror and found bright golden eyes staring back at them.

"How do you like it, kiddo?" The owl lady sounded a bit nervous.

Enzo felt around their lip with their tongue, they could still feel their scar. So it was only an illusion.

"It's good." They said.

They hesitantly glanced up at her.

"But why do I need it?" They asked tentatively.

Eda bit her lip, worry was already forming on the kid's face. She didn't want to freak them out, that had proven to be very easy.

"I've gotta go to the market today, I need to sell some shit-er crap to fools, and I need to get more food. I don't want to leave you alone and I figured this would make you more comfortable while we're out." Eda explained slowly.

Enzo's eyes practically doubled in size.

"We're leaving the house?! We're leaving?!" He shouted, chest heaving as they started to panic.

"It'll only be for the day, we'll be back before the sun goes down. It'll be okay, nobody will recognize you, I promise." Eda said quickly to calm them down before the panic could fully set in.

Enzo looked at her with scared eyes, their breathing started to slow down. She'd been able to beat the panic this time. She lowered herself down so they were at eye level with each other. It was good to talk to kids on their level, it was supposed to help keep them calm... Right?

"I'm sure we'll all have fun, you won't have to go far from me if you don't feel like it, a-and you can even get something on our way back, how does that sound?" She asked, reaching out a hand, but not invading their space unless she got permission.

Enzo glanced at her hand and the pendant in their hand. They gave her a small nod of affirmation. She felt some of the built up tension in her body evaporate.

"Okay then, let's get some clothes."

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Eda bounced King a bit as he played with her hair. The infant demon had been entertained by Hooty while she was having her talk with Enzo and finding clothes that would fit them. They were waiting for Enzo to come out from picking which clothes he liked the best or found most comfortable.

The door to her storage- er, Enzo's room, opened and the young demon stepped out looking nervous. They had on a slightly oversized light blue shirt with elbow length sleeves, the concealment stone pendant was fastened securely by the raised collar of the shirt, Enzo had a bit of a preference for things that covered their neck, a pair of dark red pants were tucked into fuzzy brown boots. A yellow belt Eda recognized as one of hers was on over the shirt.

Enzo was fiddling with the red cord of the belt, a worried, nervous expression on their face. They looked up at her, ears bent down in worry.

"Are sure he won't recognize me?" Enzo asked in a hushed whisper.

"I'm positive, kiddo. It'll be just fine. I promise." Eda told them confidently.

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Eda pulled Enzo back out of the way of a passing cart. They squeaked and stuck closer to her side, tightening the grip on her hand. She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze as she peered around the corner, checking for any scouts.

She definitely wasn't looking for any trouble today, that would absolutely be too much or a trigger for Enzo. She didn't even know how she would handle a full blown panic attack or flash back from them. She had only seen a little of Enzo's power, since they didn't seem to like using their magic, but just going by the effortless snap of their fingers teleportation they'd done, they were definitely a powerful demon, and everyone's magic got out of control with strong emotions.

The small panic attacks they had were already worrisome with how Enzo pulled everything towards them in something of a protective ball. She didn't know how bad, or the limit of what they pulled in was.

So getting into any sort of anything with covens today was a big no no.

Eda stopped outside of her market stall, she'd be selling quick today.

"We're here, you can hang in the back or you can stay next to me and King." She told Enzo.

"Stay with you." Enzo whispered.

"Okay buddy." She gave another squeeze and got about setting up her stall for the day.

Foot traffic should be perfect for her situation, enough people to make selling today worth it, but hopefully not enough to scare Enzo. King was currently asleep in the baby bjorn she had in her basement so he shouldn't be very bothered by it, right? Babies were used to noise because of their parents heartbeat, even if King hatched from an egg maybe.

Maybe I should pick up a parenting book on the way out. That didn't sound like a half bad idea. She had enough snails with her at the moment to probably find a good basic parenting book.

"Aww! Mama! lookie! She's got a baby!" A child's voice caught her attention.

A Ocelat child with small fuzzy ears on her head, a fluffy tail and thick messy hair ran towards her stand with a matching demon following close behind.

The little girl stood on her toes and peered over the edge of her stand. She was staring with big eyes at King. The enthusiasm put Eda off a bit.

"Aww, they're so cute!" The big eyes turned to Eda, "Is this your baby?" She asked.

"Kitten, she might not want to answer that question, remember what I told you the other day?" The little girl's mother said gently. She looked vaugly familiar.

"Uh... no, sorry Mama, I forgot." Kitty smiled sheepishly.

"That's alright, we'll go over it later." The mother said before turning to Eda.

"I'm sorry about that, she's very excitable." She appologized.

Eda shrugged, it was nothing, she'd been shouted at by kids a lot. They usually weren't happy.

The Ocelat women was looking closer at her, sharp eyes narrowed. Uh oh, better bail before she calls the-

"Edalyn Clawthorne! Lord Calamity of Hexside. The youngest witch to ever get put on a Grudgby team! Bane of principle Faust's existence!" She was leaning closer, ears perked with interest.

"uh, yeah, did you go to Hexside?" Eda didn't quite recognize her yet, some bell was trying to ring as she tried to remember her.

"Yeah, I was in the oracle track and plant track.".

That wrung the bell.

In the history of Isles since Belos's rule, multi track students were a rarity, only being allowed with very special cases, like an oracle student who could only do that oracle shit through plants for example. Such exceptions were very rare, and extremely hard to get approved. An interest in all magic hadn't cut it when Eda was a student.

Oh Titan, had she resented the few allowed to do mixed track studies. But, those students had been branded with special sigils the moment they graduated and intensely monitored. So a bullet was dodged there.

And Clover had always been nice and didn't brag about their privilege like others did.

"Clover Margay. Who woulda known I'd run into Hexside's little Blooming Oracle all these years later in the market." Eda whistled.

Clover blushed a bit and looked sheepish.

"The Flower Future seer getting flustered?" Eda pressed.

"Eda stop!" Clover said in her signature adorable whiny embarrassed voice.

"Alright, I'll stop." Eda chuckled.

"What are you doing nowadays?" She asked.

"I'm a therapist."

"Really? What do you, uh, therapy I guess?"

"I help people with trauma, and I use aroma therapy to create a calm and safe environment." Clover sounded proud.

"That really is quite impressive, Clover." Eda told her somewhat awkwardly.

She glanced over at the little demon girl currently looking through a basket of human toys. Oh, her right arm had a prosthetic attachment, and hardened abomination goo was acting as her arm.

"Phocomelia, runs in the family, usually only the tail." Clover said like she was reading her mind.

"Ah. I didn't know you had a kid, how old is she?" Eda asked, shifting the focus of the conversation.

Clover smirked and glanced down, right at Enzo. They tightened their grip on her dress in response.

"I could say the same about you, miss Clawthorne." She leaned closer.

Eda frowned at the demon, unsure of how to respond with a reasonable answer. Saying she picked two kids up from a remote island no one knew about and unlike anything else on the Boiling Isles, oh and one was extremely powerful and definitely not a witch, wouldn't be the best.

She noticed Clover was looking at Enzo strangely, there was a little too much focus in her eyes. Clover frowned then looked back at her with a quizzical gaze.

"Everyone's going to think you and Raine banged." She stated bluntly.

The Boiling Isles suddenly got a lot more boiling as heat rised into Eda's cheeks. She'd noticed how the concealment stone had made Enzo look, well, something like her obviously but also something like Raine. Apparently it was obvious.

"Anyway, Gailine is six, she really likes animals and she wants to be a beast keeper when she's older. How old is your kid?" Clover breezed past that blunder.

"Oh, uh..." Eda glanced at Enzo.

I don't actually know how old Enzo is, I'm not sure if I actually want to know. How old do they look?

"They're eight." She said.

"And how old's that little one?" Clover's tail flicked towards King.

"Oh, he's less than a year." Eda looked to Enzo for confirmation, she got a very small nod.

"Aw, he's a cute little guy." Clover said.

"Yes, very active too." Eda nodded.

"I know a great slayground not too far from the edge of the forest around Bonesborough, it's got lots of climbing opportunities and it's a very quiet one. I think you and your kids will like it." Clover told her.

"That sounds nice?" Eda guessed.

She didn't do very much talking to people, hustling them blind was the extent of her interacting with others. And she may have been just a little caught off guard by Clover referring to Enzo and King as her kids. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, or if the kids would accept that.

"Maybe we'll see you there sometime? We have to get going, I've gotta get to the office." Clover collected her daughter and left with a cheery wave.

"Eda, who was that?" Enzo asked.

"Clover. She went to the same school as me. She's nice." She told them.

Enzo pressed further into her side, staring in the direction that Clover Margay had gone.

"She's got mind magic." They said.

"Uh, sure?" That was one way to name oracle magic, Eda shrugged the comment off as a customer came up.

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Short and kinda sweet chapter with less trauma.

Gailine and Clover Margay are new OCs for this AU. Clover is allowed to practice two types of magic because of an exception, she's a therapist. Gailine is Clover's daughter and she's going to be Enzo's friend, their only friend outside of the owl house.

You can find out more about Clover here, and more about Gailine here, I drew them.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I enjoyed writing it!

If you have any questions about this au or comments on the chapter I'd love to hear them!

And I have an ao3 account now, I'll be posting the chapters to there sometime soon, I'll put a link on all the previous posts and make a new post about it ao look out for thay if you're interested.

I wish you all a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

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