#rakshasa male oc

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Fortune Teller: Adar

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Relationship: f! reader x m! monster (Tabaxi)

[Also I am not familiar with tarot cards and palm readings so I did some research on it and hope it makes some sense.]

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“Tarot and dreams are two dialects in the language of the soul.”

― Philippe St Genoux

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The days were hot, days longer and lives lived longer.

Though even with the heat that swelled and radiated through the city of sand, it was known that fortune came to those who sought it.

With destiny that you thought a 'trial' awaited, you needed answers. Needed answers that would fall on false hopes and dreams; for it all to be wafted lies that anyone would have to pay double in seeking.

You did not pay for it luckily, with your parents and their pleas for you to seek 'professional help' in your dilemma, you found it in the eyes of fates, fates that lay within the flick of a card.

Adar was his name. Adar the Sahir. Adar the Seer of Fates. Yet, you had to be the judge of that.

You found his spot in the market easily: situated between the two stone walls of other buildings, his was smaller and made from sticks and heavy cloths, telling you it had been put up with haste and less in need of protection against the elements.

Off to a good start, in thinking this person and their job was real. You sulked, making your way over, ignoring the staring, and the whisperings that came from drawing your name. Many thought of you as odd, leaving you to yourself as they whispered and mocked.

When you stood a few inches from their open entrance, you gave a harsh knock to the wooden panel holding the structure together, and popping their head out was the one you sought that was known as Adar.

The palm reader was that of a Tabaxi, and though you had seen few of them in your lifetime, you had been familiar with them roaming the lands, tending to keep to warmer temperatures, though some preferred the cold.

You were familiar that many were different from one another: ones with dark fur, light fur, ones big and small, stripped or with spots. Though you had never seen one like himself. He looked like a caracal: small and lithe, standing almost an inch taller than you. He's dressed in cooling clothing: an open white blouse, with tailored purple and bold trousers, his long legs wrapped in dark linen that acted as 'shoes' to protect the soles of his paws from the heated cobbles and boiling sands.

"You must be my new customer? I am Adar, a palm and tarot card reader. You are familiar with my work?" You liked his voice immediately: velvety and pleasantly soft, mixed with a sweetened accent.

"That is correct, yes." You awkwardly spoke, he was charming, and the way he looked at you so kindly made your stomach flutter.

"Come, come, you are welcomed inside." You're shuffled inside the small hut with sweeping rugs and colour cloth that was as bright as him and his clothing. When he passed by you, you got a hint of jasmine and plum, a scent sweet that surprised you yet suited him well.

You entered his small hut, a richness of Sandalwood and Patchouli filled your nostrils, candles lit in the unlit room as you followed the Tabaxi to the table in the middle of the room. It was instead an eyesore, an controlled mess. Cards filled the table with crystals of all sorts of colours, mainly amethysts were scattered across his table of all shapes and sizes.

"Excuse the mess," Adar spoke cheerfully, "I need rearranging."

"It is quite alight. My ma is always telling me I must tidy after myself."

"You live with your parents, correct?" He shuffled around the table to sit, you following in the chair opposite him, nearly being engulfed by the plush cushions. "It is not a judgmental question," he eased, "it helps me to know you better and with the cards."

"Ah," you awkwardly laughed, trying to get comfortable. Maybe it was the ease of him, his aura, but you grew a bit more and more comforted. "Forgive me, I've never done this before."

"That is quite alright," Adar reassured smoothly, and your stomach twisted with glee. "I will go through everything with you, and what everything means." Your eyes lit up as you watched him smoothly stack the tarot cards, shuffling them as if they were nothing but leaves and he was the wind, guiding them with a sound that was a delight to anyone's ears.

"These are tarot cards, all different but will tell of your story and what will come. Look at them, and pick which ones look like they call to you. Pick three, and I shall go through them one at a time."

Seems easy enough. You thought, heart racing. They were just cards, it couldn't have been that hard. You eyed the cards, all facing down, and you carefully picked out the three. With a flick of his wrist, Adar swiped the deck away with a smooth motion, the deck stacked once again and neatly placed on the side of the table.

"The first card represents what you can do to surrender to the change in your life." He flipped the first card over, revealing the plain picture of a horned monster, sitting on a throne, above two naked and chained individuals. "The Devil is upright, which can mean shadow self, attachment, addiction or restriction."

It could mean a few things: how the way you had been completely controlled your entire life, dictated by your parents to suit their needs and please them. The ever-dutiful daughter, silent and obedient.

You didn't dare say what you had thought to the Tabaxi, instead, nodding along as the next card was flipped.

"The second card offers direction on caring for yourself during this process." It was a depiction of a knight on a pale horse, offering aid to a kneeling and begging priest, surrounded by others either begging or lying dead.

"Death." You read aloud from the card, but Adar was quick to interject. "It is not foreshadowing your demise," he laughed comfortingly. "The card can mean endings, change, transformation and change."

Oh, that seemed better than it threatening my death. You thought dryly. "So, death is giving advice?"

"Exactly." Adar grinned a toothy smile, before flipping the final card over. "This final card serves as a guide for centring yourself amid this change."

Two individuals, naked as the day they were born, in a loving embrace.

"The lovers can represent love, harmony, friendship, values, alignment and choices." He spoke before looking over to you. "Perhaps there is someone in your life you can look to for help in a situation that is troubling you."

"Perhaps," you thought, fully knowing there were only a handful of friends you could rely on, but they were rarely sighted in your hometown, instead, venturing off to seek a new life elsewhere. "There may be someone."

Adar smiled as he removed the cards away to stack with the remaining deck. "These are just speculations. I do not truly know the inner conflict that goes on inside my customers, so these cards should be of help."

You nodded, believing there was some aspect to it you could understand a bit better. "What about palm readings?"

Adar's eyes lit up with glee at the mention, "Ah, I'm glad you asked, it is after all included in my session with you today!"

After moving around things on his table, he placed his hands stretched, the claws in his paws had been retracted and not showing out. "Again, I will go through the process of how this works."

You shakily placed your left hand in his, aware that you had been sweating profusely when you were about to touch a handsome stranger, your body rigid as he took your hand into him to 'inspect'.

"You have very soft hands," he laughed to ease the tension.

"Thanks, you too." His paws were soft and warm, a contrast to the hands of humans when the fur on him was soft and short. "So how do palm readings work?"

Adar smiled at this as if the topic was a lifetime hobby of his joy from a youngling. "Think of your hands as portals- shedding invaluable insight. It is the art of analysing the physical features of the hands to interpret personality, and characteristics and to predict future happenings."

He inspected your palm closely, and you had to ignore the way it felt so comforting to hold his hand. "Your sun sign is fire, but the shape of your hand is that of an air sign." He spoke after some silence.

"And that means?"

"It means that you have a lack of nuanced insight into the complexities of your personality. You can be easily distracted, anxious or on edge."

He pressed into the bottom part of the palm below your pinky, "This mount of Luna reveals an individual's empathy, compassion, and imagination. And here," he points to the base of your middle finger. "The mount of Saturn reveals you have a hidden yet deep understanding of the ups and downs to life, hidden wisdom some would say."

"Some hidden wisdom, huh? Couldn't say I've heard that before." Your cheeks rouged.

"Meanwhile, your lifeline-"

"It doesn't determine how long of a life I live, does it?" You laughed nervously.

He smiled easily, "No, it doesn't." He squeezed your hand teasingly. "It reveals your experience, vitality and zest. Your line isn't deep, meaning you there is not have much experience. Your line is long, however, meaning you have had much influence and little independence."

How interesting. For not believing in any such thing, the cards and readings did an exceptionally good job in your predicament. It was as if Adar had been there for every aspect of your life, chipping away at your shell to find the crux of your issues.

"I hope this gave you some more insight. Is there anything else you wish to ask me before our session ends?"

"Yes, I do actually, just one thing." You braced yourself for the rejection, the hopes and dreams to be crushed. "Have you ever dealt with anything to do with curses? Or even if the cards could solve them?"

"Curses?" He queried.

Nerves wracked through you as you told him. "I've been told all my life one thing: make my family proud, and not in education but in marriage. I had to find a cordial spouse who had strong blood and good fortune. I had to be compliant, dutiful and quiet, yet the older I got, the more I was told how... undesirable I was becoming. How no husband would want me."

"And who told you this?" His long ears twitched.

"My pa."

His eyes locked onto yours, and it had felt as if he stared not into your eyes, but through the window into your soul. It was uneasy, and jarring to stare back, uncertain of what he saw staring back at him. The silence was palpable, before Adar gave a long hum, releasing your hand as he stated. "Well, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfectly fine, not cursed I may add."

"Are you certain? I've been told this my whole life. The readings could not be picking this up."

"The cards and readings never lie, sweet thing, and nor do I." His smile was lopsided. "Maybe listening to the wise words of your pa aren't something you should consider."

You could've laughed, could've thought that all of the nineteen years of living had come to being told it was all a lie. That being told a horrible thing would stick with you for the rest of your days: a challenge to your approach to living when it had all been for intimidation.

"So, I've never been cursed?"

"Never before and never have." Adar gave a sympathetic smile. "If what you're going through has been any foresight into the cards-"

"They have, to some degree," I answered. "I want to be independent of my family, but I fear I will never be able to."

"Breaking a harsh cycle is a lot for anyone," spoke the Tabaxi softly. "But if you need anyone to talk to, you know I would be there in a heartbeat."

Your cheeks rouged, words jumbling in your throat. "Is... would I need to book another session?"

His laugh was a sweet thing: a melody so fine. "No, not for me, sweet thing. Free of charge if you wish to have someone to chat with outside of my work."

"Then, I shall be seeing you again, correct?"

"Of course."

#tabaxi oc #tabaxi boyfriend #caracal #caracal tabaxi #rakshasa oc #rakshasa #tabaxi male #fortune teller #palm reader #monster writing #itstheendofthegoddamnworld writes #itstheendofthegoddamnworlds monsters #fantasy writing

[nejishadow]

Art I did in trade with N8mare for the Dracofleur design I posted about a bit back.

Both character belong to N8mare! I'm open for commissions like this, check pinned for any/all relevant details

#art trade #oc #original character #oc art #male oc #male original character #kemonomimi #kemonomimi oc #kemonomimi boy #chibi art #chibi oc #chibi #digital art #trade art #rakshasa

[yael-art-den]

Oc Masterlist: Mikháel

Name: Mikháel Ross (Current) / Aureos Plade (Former)

Gender: Male (He/him, Cis)

Race: Half-Tiefling (Rakshasa heritage)

Class / Job: Quickdraw Rogue / Bounty Hunter - Legion Agent (Investigator, fantasy CIA)

Physical description: 1,75 m, tan skin, light brown to dark brown hair. Has a birthmark (Visible) on his left cheek, and stripe-like patterns on his body + a mandala-like design on his back. His eyes are bright orange with a yellow, round pupil. His teeth and nails are slighly pointy

Mikh also has a scar on the top-right part of his forehead that he usually keeps hidden under his hair.

(Character design sheet I made for the campaign)

Personality: Mikhaél is a reckless wet rag of a guy who still acts like he is still 18. It's hard to get him angry, and he even tries to hide when someone has gotten on his nerves; because he can't stand feeling like someone has superiority over him like that.

He doesn't have a healthy relationship with death: His self-esteem and stress tolerance make him act recklessly and not think twice about the danger he can put himself and his peers in.

Although he is charismatic and flirty, it's difficult for him to ask for help in personal matters or stuff he feels that he should deal with "alone".

He also has a huge fear of turning out like his family- especially his dad- and that his bold attitude is just violent tendencies

Weapon Design

Lore Briefing

Mikh is the son of an arms dealer and a literal demon. As the son of the leader of the group to which he belonged, he was expected to act as his successor, or at the very least, an acceptable second-in-command, and his father was always especially hard on him, using the same intimidation and aggressiveness with his son that he used with the rest of the group.

After running away, stealing his dad's weapons and using them against him, he eventually got "adopted" by a bounty hunter that was going after him, who taught him most of what he now knows and gave him a new job.

#OC Masterlist #Its him!!! the issues guy! #he doesnt have mommy or daddy issues but a secret third thing #random facts about him: all of his friend group is trans. literally all. #also he is very hairy and has to shave every two days #wich is funny because his father cannot grow a beard to save his life #also he has died on the campaign AT LEAST once #he is also alergic to cinnamon

[blue-bower]

Ever since hearing this song and seeing people make animatics for it, I’ve had my own ideas floating around rent free in my head for months.

With Halloween around the corner, I finally decided to sit down and do it, and showcase some of my spooky bois for spooky month. I have a lot of non-human & half-human OCs (95% of my characters are dudes, lmao) and for anyone who knows me, y’all know I love me some pointy teef and glowy eyes.  👍

#opinions #animatic #animation #animation meme #animatic meme #OCs #original characters #monster #monster boy #vampire #werewolf #siren #male siren #naga #male naga #demon #rakshasa #incubus #incubus demon #clown #coulrophobia #robot #elf #imp #alp #dragon #male dragon #hyena #spotted hyena #hybrid

[ticklish-touch]

(EDIT: added my clown robot Roscoe. Don’t worry, I will always put art with him below a cut since I know coulrophobia is a big thing, but I still want to have a ref of him available.) Here’s a look at ALL of my OCs to date (except for like, 3 minor BG characters that I really have no intention of doing anything with. Honestly Ratel probably shouldn’t even be on this list, but he’s very important to Riley so I couldn’t leave him out.) I’m glad I finally get to have a master list of ref images for them. Excited to do more with them!! All of their bios can be found on my DeviantArt. https://www.deviantart.com/ticklishtouch/gallery/67142956/character-profiles https://www.deviantart.com/satin-bowerbird/art/Character-Profile-Colby-803304183

#OCs #original characters #headshots #my OCs #ttcharacters #artoftt #vampire #deity #naga #male naga #monster #monster boy #tickle monster #faerie #demon #rakshasa #harpy #male harpy #angel #robot #nephilim #male nephilim #kemonomimi #hybrid #raccoon hybrid #ferret hybrid #lemur hybrid #kitsune #fox fire #fox hybrid

[voidish-stars]

I figured it was time for you to meet my OCs! First

Meet Trey!!

Full name-Trey Rakshasa

Age- 23

Height- 6'1

Gender-Male

Sexuality- Hetero-romantic, Asexual

Personality- Quiet, Reserved, Shy, Anxious, Happy, Polite, Protective (Of Amelia), Yandere (If someone try's to harm or take Amelia away from him), depressed (Hides it well)

Clothing- Dark Grey Vest with light pale blue fluff, navy blue v neck t-shirt with Yin-Yang type symbol, black ripped jeans, black tall boots ( Doc Martins ), Grey and Blue arm length fingerless gloves, grey belt with gold buckle, Black choker with half of a blue heart on it (Amelia has a matching) Also he has other clothing this is just what he is seen most in. He also wears Sweatshirts, T-shirts and Converse.

Physical Appearance- Thin, Tall, and a Skeleton

Facial Features- One Purple eye, one blue eye with a heart shaped pupil, three scars on one eye, crack over other eye ( caused by events in his past ), usually a blank expression

Important note- Not supposed to be an Undertale OC he's just supposed to be a character I created.

Meet Amelia!

Full name- Amelia Angelynn

Age- 23

Height- 5'10

Gender- Female

Sexuality- Bisexual

Personality- Happy, Kind, Outgoing, Bubbly, go with the flow, friendly, Caring

Clothing- Black T-shirt, Dark grey sweatshirt with purple fur, Navy Blue Ripped Jeans, and a necklace that matches Trey's. This is her main outfit yet sometimes if it's too hot out she will wear a crop top and vest with the same color schemes, you can't see it in the image but her usual choice of footwear are High top Converse in either Black, Blue, or Navy Blue

Physical Appearance- One full skeleton arm, Skeletal midsection(sometimes can be visible when she wears crop tops or T-shirts), Average Height, Thin, pale skin, and Brown and Blonde Ombré hair

Facial Features- Freckles under her eyes and bridging over her nose, bright blues eye, bold eyeliner

Important note- Yet again not an Undertale OC just a character i created ( mainly she represents me and some of my features and clothing styles )

If you're interested; You can read their story here on WattPad!!

Have a SANS-SATIONAL day!!

#OC #OcXOc

[dawnlion]

Here is a list I found on this website (check it out for more information on mythology and folklore!) with very brief descriptions of shapeshifters found in various cultures. Since the wolves in Twilight are actually shapeshifters, not lycans, and these are based on real life stories the Quileute tribe, I thought that in a similar fashion this could be a good start for anyone looking for OCs or AU verses ideas with different kinds of shapeshifters that would bring more cultural diversity to the rpc. Our world is so vast and rich, our fiction should be as well. I hope this helps!

The telling of shapeshifters in myth and legend have been present from as far back as is recorded. It is a common theme in almost all cultures and tales can be found every corner of the world. With that in mind, I have an ongoing list. If you know of something that I am missing, let me know! I’ll keep adding as I find new ones in the hopes of making it as comprehensive as possible.

Argentina : A fox-like werewolf Lobizón or Lobisón as well as Werejaguars know as Runa-uturungu

Brazil : Lobisomem. There are also Boto, a river dolphin that transforms into a boy, and a Uirapuru – a small brown bird that transforms into a boy.

Bulgaria : Vrkolak is a Bulgarian Werewolf that after death turns into a vampire

Canada : Bear Walker is from First Nations folklore of that area. It’s an evil sorcerer who walks around in the form of a bear.

Chile : The Chonchon shapeshifter is a Kalku, or sorcerer that transforms into a mythical bird that announces bad luck. It has the shape of a human head with feathers, talons and big ears that it uses as wings.

China : 狼人 láng rén is the Chinese werewolf. 狐狸精 Huli Jing, a fox spirit which usually appears as a beautiful young woman; most are dangerous, but some are featured as the heroines of love stories.

Ethiopia, Morocco and Tanzania : The boudas is a sorcerer/blacksmith that changes into a werehyena. It often wears an ornament from its human form by which it may be recognized.

France : loup-garou is prevalent in France with the Beast of Gevaudan being the most famous documented case. Then there is the bisclavret which is a werewolf that cannot return to human form unless it can put its clothing back on.

Finland : ihmissusi

Greece : vrykolaka is a catchall word for werewolf, vampire or sorcerer. The word lycanthropy, from the ancient werewolf-king Lycaeon, originated here.

Haiti : loup-garou can change into anything, both plant and animal.

Iceland : A hamrammr (from old Icelandic literature) is a werecreature that shifts into the form of the animal it has most recently eaten. Its strength increases with each animal that it consumes. The current (and more correct) word for werewolf is varulfur.

India : rakshasa or raghosh is a shifter who can change into any animal it wants and is characterized by its large size and color of hair (red or blond). Ancient Indian mythology tells of Nāga, snakes that can sometimes assume human form.

Indonesia (Bali) : Leak or Leyak is a spirit that shapeshifts into humans, animals or objects and will cause mishaps, illnesses or even death.

Ireland & Scotland : The selkies are seals that take off their skins to become human. Dark-haired Celts may have their geneology explained via the selkies. Selkies are helpful creatures who watch over fishermen.

Italy : lupo mannero or licantropo s an Italian werewolf. The “Benandanti’ were werewolves that left their physical bodies behind to become wolves at which point they would go to the underworld to fight witches.

Japan : The most popular werecreatures in Japanese folklore is the kitsune (fox) and the tanuki or mijina (raccoon dog or badger). The kitsune is usually a female, and the tanuki, a male. Collectively, shapeshifters are called henge.

Kenya, Africa : The ilimu is a man- eating shapeshifter that starts out as an animal, but can shift into the form of a man.

Latvia : vilkacis, meaning “wolf eyes” or “werewolf,” is a shapeshifter that is usually evil, but occasionally offers treasures.

Lithuania : vilkatas is the Lithuanian version of the werewolf.

Mexico : nahaul is a werecreature that can turn into a wolf, large cat, eagle or bull.

Native Americans : Many different types of “skin walkers such as the Navajo Indians’ skinwalkers, the Mai-Coh and the Mohawk Indians limikkin.

Native Hawaiians : There are several shapeshifting legends out of the Hawaiian islands including the famous volcano goddess Pele who could shift into whatever appearance she wanted. There are also several shark-shifter legends.

Normandy, France : lubins or lupins look like wolves, but can speak and are very shy.

Norway & Sweden : eigi einhamir (not of one skin) has the ability to change into a wolf by wearing a wolfskin.

Norway & Sweden : Varulv (or varulf) is similar in looks to the traditional werewolf lore. However, the change is not brought on by a bite or blood. In many of the Varulv legends, the creature become a werewolf voluntarily. Usually with the use of a certain article of clothing, such as a belt, like the belt described in old 1582 werewolf story of Peter Stubbe and his Magical Belt.

Panama : Tula Vieja has been and continues to be sighted in Panama on a regular basis. The creature takes the form of a very, very old woman or witch (bruja) with a crow’s foot for a right hand. This child-eating shifter haunts all places dark and dismal, waiting to take anyone back to Hell with her that she can get her claw/hand on.

Persia : The Persians have a creature similar to the Indian rakshasa that pretends to be a harmless animal. It often attacks travelers.

Philippines : is a shapeshifting monster in Filipino folklore usually possessing a combination of the traits of either a vampire, a ghoul, a warlock/witch, or different species of werebeast, or even all of them together.

Portugal : The bruxsa or cucubuth is a vampire-werewolf that consumes both flesh and blood. The lobh omen would be your everyday werewolf.

Russia : There are two types of distinctive werewolves in Russian Mythology. The first, the wawkalak, is a werewolf who has been transformed as a punishment by the Devil whom they have angered. Recognized by friends and family, the wawkalak are not considered as evil or frightening. Unable to stay in any one place for long, the wawkalak are distended to roam from home to home and town to town searching out food, shelter and love.

Russia (Slavic) : Volkolak translates as lycanthrope. This is unusual in that the person can turn into a wolf or bear. Volkolak have been know to change willingly and against their will as a curse.

Russia, Central : The bodark is a Russian name for the werewolf. This type of Russian werewolf is actually a person that chooses to be one and goes through ceremony to force the change.

Scandinavia : The varulv much prefers beer to human flesh. Scandinavia is also home to the berserker (bearskin). There is also the ulfheobar (wolfskin), which is usually lumped in with berserker.

Serbia : The wurdalak is a werewolf that died and became a vampire.

Slovakia : The vlkodlak is transformed into a werewolf by the sorcery of another. It usually shies away from people.

South America : Kanima, a jaguar-shaped spirit that seeks and kills murderers.

Spain : The Spanish werewolf, or lob hombre, prefers pretty gemstones to human flesh.

United States : Native Americans and Native Hawaiians have many different types of “skin walkers” (see above). There are also wererats that are particularly rampant around Pennsylvania. The wererat skulks around at night, and prefers carrots with ranch dressing to human flesh.

#twilight rp #indie rp #dear indies #open twilight rp #spn rp #fantasy rp #resources.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Pirate Rakshasa Boyfriend: Aleksandr 3 [NSFW]

PART 1 - PART 2

Mature, NSFW warning!

A Golden Opportunity Part 3

The candles through your cabin glowed hotter than a thousand suns, and they had certainly made your skin slick with perspiration, building to make your pool in discomfort in your small bed.

It had been the umpteenth time you had turned in your bed, trying to sleep when the terrors of the previous nights played as torturous reminders throughout the caverns of your subconscious; awakening once you tried to rest.

It had been a week since the occurrence, and a week since you had seen Dante.

Your hair was dishevelled from the way your fingers fumbled through the locks out of paranoia and nerves; combing through them messily that you looked unrecognisable. 

You have left from that day a shell of a human; tending to your room or silently working, in fear you would have to experience something like that once more.

Aleksandr was quiet around you, orderly as usual, and you were certain that he didn’t know you were still feeling terrified of your own life - something in you hoped he was considerate - but he had been busier around his crew to check on you throughout the day. 

He was still trying to keep it tame so no-one was aware of your special relationship with the Captain.

Living the days out on his ship were feeling to dwindle, and for living out on the sea, away from land, was beginning to take a toll on your sanity.

Your eyes had landed on the flickering flame sitting beside your bed on the small table, the candle burning bright, and reminding you of the familiarity of burning coppers in the summer heat.

Maybe, he’ll understand. He has otherwise. You could only pray to any God out there that the Captain of The Lion’s Maw was more accepting to more things.

You swung your legs over the bed, taking your leave as your feet took you off on the untold journey to where you knew you would get your results from. 

Your feet padded against the cool wooden fooling of the ship, not too far from your cabin was his. The hallways were long and dark, no torch or lanterns ignited to let you know that all the crew had gone to bed or were still partying up on the deck.

You sneaked through with some unknown peace, hesitant to be caught with your hair out and long dress shirt loose to show off your figure.

You finally reached the end of the hallway, and there, was where you had reached the door, his door. The trembles could be felt through your entire body as your fingers, clenched, rested inches from knocking.

Finally, you did you, three distinct knocks, and a pause.

“Come in.” His voice was sharp and bold, and it certainly didn’t sound like he was getting ready to settle for the evening. It was typical maybe to see him up at this hour, as Captain, he had a bit more responsibility.

You took hold of the doorknob, shakily rattling it to open, before quickly slipping inside. The contrast from the darkness to brightly lit room was startling and your eyes squinted for adjusting; trying to take in everything.

His room was how you remembered it: elegant, spruce and large, not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be seen.

There he was, in the midst of it all, sitting at a seat by the fire, his back towards you, and book in hand, reading to himself.

He made a sudden turn to look back towards the door when he expected someone like a crew member to be standing there, and the tired, visible scowl and frown on his face had changed, his copper eyes melting at the sight of you.

“You’re still up?” It was no comment, but there was confusion left in his words at why you were still up. You stepped falteringly towards him, hesitant to break eye contact with him.

“I am.”

Lowering his book, he had his full attention to you. You took note of the lack of his iconic jacket, the white rolled-up shirt was large on him, and it could swallow you whole if you had attempted to wear it.

With a held out paw, he motioned. “Come here, dear.”

You were drawn to him, his call, but you quickly remembered. Quickly shaking your head, tears threatening to fall. “No, I would rather not.”

“Have you grown afraid of me? Do I terrify you so?” Aleksandr questioned softly, and almost wistfully. There was a descending expression to those eyes you loved, and he looked almost empty; disappointed in himself.

Hesitantly, you lingered. “I want to,” the lump in your throat was sore and sticky, “but I must speak to you first.”

“Anything, I’m listening.” He called to you. “Please.”

You took a shaky breath out in exhale, wary of what to say or how to begin. “You remember the day you had seen to me? In that cage alone, away from the others, you had captured?”

Aleksandr nodded slowly. “I remember your words that day, the promise to a better life, your words of my heart’s desires, and I took it to want a better life, and chance to escape and live.”

You could feel them, the tears fully falling now. “I remember how frightful I was of you, how I believed you would kill me and those who I came with, but you were kind and strong, and you gave me shelter and want to live.” You smiled sadly. “For that, I’m grateful.”

The pirate Captain didn’t need more answers to know what you were hinting at, and before you, he had risen to face you, stand at his full height.

Gingerly, his large paw-hands came to rest upon the sides of your face, stroking at the skin seeping with salty tears.

“You plan to leave?”

You didn’t want to say yes, but sadly so, it was the case. “My life is on the line here. I live out my days in fear that something like that day, will happen once again, but worse. And you won’t be able to stop them.”

Aleksandr gave a low growl, not in retaliation to your words, more so to what could happen again. “I won’t let them touch you, or hurt you. They know you belong to me.”

His eyes were deep and prideful: Eyes like a burning sunset in the summer. He was too beautiful and protective and it made your heart soar.

His large head kneaded at yours, begging for you to answer. “I would burn the entire summer sea in your name, my dear. You know I would do anything for you.”

“Then let me go, let me free,” you woefully spoke, “you said it once, I could have my heart’s desire, and I want to be let go.” 

Aleksandr gave a low moan in the back of his throat, holding you close to your chest, but not answering. “You’re cold to the touch.”

You whined in his chest, holding him to you, loving the feel of his strong burly arms holding you to him. “So keep me warm.”

He pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes once more, reading them as if to see if you had been correct. His paw came to run through your tangled hair, careful not to tug.

“Are you sure?” His voice a mere whisper.

“Make love to me like it is our last night in this world, Alek.” You murmured close to him. “By the fire to keep us warm.”

He kneaded at you once more, licking, purring and chuffing loud in your ear, groping and grabbing, and he took your lips to him, kissing and begging for you to reciprocate.

His large paws groped and grabbed at your flesh, feeling under the thin material to touch your breasts and pinching softly at your hardening nipples.

You breath got caught within your throat, your fingers roaming the soft short fur of his taut muscles, tugging to get his shirt off as you felt his stomach beneath; solid as a rock.

“My dear, you are too much for me, for one man’s wishes and dreams.” Aleksandr whispered huskily and low into your ear, swinging you round to the rug on the floor. “I have dreamt of taking you, and now that it has arrived, I do not wish to escape it. And if someone were to awaken me, I would kill them with my bare hands.” 

You stared into his eyes of liquid copper as your fingers trailed to his trousers, groping at the growing tent between his legs. “My, Alek, ever the poetic man.”

The Rakshasa pirate groaned softly at your touch, kneading at your flesh harder, “And ever so the lover. Just for you, my dear.”

He laid you atop of the rug, beside the flames as they danced alongside your intertwining bodies, dancing a familiar dance of passion and wanton.

He parted your shaking thighs, slipping your dress above your head to look upon your naked flesh, his mouth agape as he drank your body in. “Beautiful, a goddess brought to my eyes.”

“Alek.” You moaned softly, his head coming down as well as his fingers to spread your lips, his thick large fingers slipped inside, feeling at the wetness building as he circled his thumb along your clit.

“All spread for me and ready, my love, you take me so well.” Aleksandr smiled upon you, watching your facial reactions as your body reacted to his fingers in a delightful act.

You grabbed and opened his trousers, exposing the thick and large cock laying beneath the tent; leaking and begging for release. Between your fingers, it pulsed and the precum drooled onto your fingers as you teased the head.

Aleksandr cried in surprise with a low whine, falling slightly forward to allow you to hold more of him, guiding him to your pussy, feeling how your juices held to allow him to rut against you.

You finally allowed his cock to your entrance, the unexpected feeling of being filled overtook you and his cock slid inside, filling you beyond all expectations.

Aleksandr collapsed before you and laid atop to feel himself deeper inside, growling and grunting in your head, his paws grasping and holding at your rump as he guided his cock in and out of you.

You cried out, your legs locking him in as you took him deeper and harder, his hips snapping into you as he continued to lick and nip at your neck, collarbone and just below your jaw.

“Stay, stay with me. Do not leave me.” He moaned your name desperately, close as his movements grew frantic and fast. He held you close as he kissed at your lips once more. “Don’t leave me so soon, my love.”

“I don’t want to,” you breathed, moaning and gasping, “not so soon.”

He let out a gruff groan, unexpectant as his hips slowed and he stilled. You gasped, holding him close as you felt him spill his seed deep inside of you, so much of it leaking as when he pulled himself out slowly, it leaked and slipped down your parted thighs.

Wasting no time in watching it drip, he came back down between your quivering legs, licking you up as your orgasm took you as he finished you off, leaving you in an even more dishevelled mess.

You were barely able to move, which allowed the Rakshasa to pick you up and lay him on his bed, him alongside as the two of you laid bare beside each other, basking in the aftermath.

“I will find you a place, a beautiful place by the sea, where you can stare out every morning and night to watch the sky, and where I can come for just the two of us, and live and breath and make love for the rest of our days.” Aleksandr inhaled, holding you to his chest as you laid your head there.

You laid, listening to his heartbeat lulling you to a quieter place, quietly exhaling as you closed your eyes. “I would like that a lot.”

Aleksandr smiled, kissing your forehead as he watched you quietly begin to fall to sleep, taking in the surroundings as he too, went to relax for the night.

“I am a man of my word, and one to make you happy, my dear.”

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Royal Rakshasa Guard (Aureus)

Relationship: Male Monster x Female Reader

Summary: Out and about when you weren’t supposed to be, you get caught by one of your favourite guards.

The Gilded Guard

One then two then three.

The blade swished and moved around you, whipping around your head, but the two of you were one and melding together. Like a leaf, it could sway and float in the air without disrupting those around it, one with a serene atmosphere. You had heard this before, but not intentionally.

Sweat built on your forehead, seeping into your hairline as you continued to keep in time with the beats of every hit: dodging and weaving as your opponent continued with their attacks. You were lucky for the helmet guarding your face for protection and recognition, the head of your King father’s military was relentless when it came to training rookies, and not once did he seem to slacken.

“Again,” his voice was strained from the possible exhaustion. “Up, on your feet—widen your stance, boy.”

“Sir.” You obeyed gruffly, your short posture seemed to help keep your balance for the most parts, but you found yourself constantly being thrown off your feet every so often. It was no wonder Aureus was the perfect fit to be your personal guard: protective, loyal and true, looking for the best of everyone around him but himself.

The sword in hand wasn’t as long and sweeping compared to his spear, easily able to knock you off and hit in places where you knew it would leave bruises. But for every hit meant it would be easy to shake off the fall. Get up, up before he strikes you whilst you’re still down.

His golden eyes seemed to mistakenly hold some pity for you, not as much as all the other times you had trained. To him, some lackey who was shorter and skinnier than all the other boys appeared out of nowhere, a wooden sword in hand and always wearing a helmet. The only thing he could see where your eyes: bright and eager, your small exterior attempted to hold some power when you spoke that one early morning in the training yard.

‘I require a shield and sword. Mornings before dawn for your lessons so you teach me to become a warrior.’

“Twist your arm more—turn into the strikes—yes, better. Again.” Your personal guard was as tall and lean as any other knight of a high rank: dressed in the shining armour that held no scratch nor scrape to the material, as clean and glistening as golden coins. His name held a fitting meaning.

Marvelling at his looks didn’t help you allow to concentrate, subsequently, the earth met your body as you crumpled to the ground with a grunt, squeezing the wind out your lungs. You attempted to get back up again, the soreness to your body didn’t help when all you wanted was a hot bath for your muscles, but Aureus dismissed you. “We finish for this morning, lad.”

“But I’m far from done,” you caught your breath, panting. “Do we not have another 5 minutes, Sir?”

The Rakshasa’s charisma grew on the broadness of his smile, his face relaxing with ease. “I must attend to the Princess, she will be up and ready for her sewing by now. I must leave, until tomorrow.”

“Oh.” You realised too late, your guard down. “Thank you, Sir. Until tomorrow.” You hurriedly bowed and took off the opposite way, hoping that Aureus didn’t say anything in question. The Rakshasa watched quietly, observing your retreating form as you scurried across the courtyard, opposite to where the barracks of where the recruits stayed. Sighing to himself, he collected the wooden swords and spears back up before making his way to where he needed to go.

Only now did the sun begin to reach the red mountains, kissing the amber sky and reaching towards the town in surrounding golds and oranges. The golden sands surrounding the town grew with life as people grew bustling with their businesses: royal guards swapping in patrol with those of the night-time shift, with the head of the guard greeting those he spotted.

The dusky hues were bold and bright across the empire of sands, glittering brightly like gemstones across the palace tiles, giving the name of the Ruby City a fitting name.

Aureus stretched as he made his way through the courtyard to your apartment, greeting the maids as he passed, approaching your door and knocking curtly. The small “come in!” from the inside brought him to open the large wooden door, greeting you was always a treat for his day.

You always somehow managed to be awake before he arrived: stretched like a cat in the sunlight by the window, calmly and quietly proceeding with your embroidery. What you were sewing was indistinct to Aureus, just from how crooked your stitches were.

“Good morning, Aureus,” you smiled to him earnestly, your cheeks flushed with morning glow. “Had a productive morning so far?”

“So far strenuous, but my morning has brightened by being in your presence.” He greeted, bowing dutifully. His golden armour shone even in the shade of your apartment. “His Grace has asked for your presence for breakfast.”

“Very well.” you hopped down and placed your things down, passing him slowly, almost dragging your body across as if you were in pain. Your knight was quick to notice something was wrong practically immediately, “Princess, are you well?”

“Yes, I just—didn’t sleep very well last night. I will need a bath for my muscles.” You corrected sincerely, though Aureus didn’t respond with your explanation. His ears flattened against his head, his expression drawn from the notion. It was interrupted when he felt you link arms with him. “Come now, let me greet my sisters.”

Your sisters Marguerite and Cassia had been ten-and-two and eight compared to you near to your adulthood. Though they had taken on the more devoted roles of court, they were better ladies compared to you. You would know they would be better rulers compared to you when the issue of the throne would one day come.

“Oh, looks who finally decided to join us,” Marguerite was the first to announce your arrival into the large dining hall, smiling when she spotted the Rakshasa behind you. “How was your morning, dear sister?”

“Swell,” you quipped, coming round to kiss your father on the cheek. “What is the agenda today, father?”

“Lords and their sons come from the west in hopes of joining kingdoms through marriage,” the emperor was small and kindly from his seat at the head of the table. “You and Marguerite will be there to welcome our guests, and I shall match you with suitable sons.”

Your smile dropped from your face and you silently took your seat, the middle sister being the one to voice her opinions as bitterly as you had been thinking. “I suppose I shall send off my freedom now. At least some people get their freedom now to defy the norms of society.”

“No-one is doing that,” you warned quickly. “We all have our duties as women and young girls. We do what father thinks is suitable for us.”

“Yes, suitable.”

You rose from the table, Aureus was quick to follow you out as you said your excuses of not being hungry, straining in the corset of your dress as you left. You didn’t need to say much to Aureus as you went back into your room, the Rakshasa hovering in the doorway. “Princess?”

“You are free for the rest of the day, Aureus,” you forced a smile, strained as you had been in your clothing. “I don’t think you would want to spend it with me.”

“Quite the contrary, Princess,” he couldn’t help the smile to adorn his features, dazzling teeth on show. “But if you wish for me to leave you be, I shall have someone stand outside your room.”

He bowed courteously, his smile radiant as he took his leave. He would leave you for the rest of the day, knowing that you wouldn’t need him for your studies and lessons, but lingering close by if anything were to happen. Though he knew of your duties that were required, he knew of the love so unrequited that it stung his chest whenever you were nearby. A protective love – perhaps at first – but he saw your drive and wants, your dreams and strength, something that made him swell with pride. Had you been able to marry whoever you wanted, he would’ve been hoping your heart would’ve felt the same for him, but he didn’t believe you felt that same way within your chest.

The next day came and he had left his post earlier than expected, leaving another guard to train the rookies as he had decided to go to your room in hopes of speaking to you about his… feelings. A heartfelt confession, perhaps? No—you could decline his feelings that same day, but there was no hope in trying.

He had reached your apartment with his legs carrying him quickly, knocking once, then twice at the door, loud enough for you to hear, and when he heard movement from the inside, he was left bewildered when the person he wasn’t expecting opened the door.

You were there more ready than he had expected for the day, your hair tied in a neat knot, bare with little makeup on that you were required to wear at court. You seemed just as stunned to see him there, rigid in place with what you were wearing. Instead of wearing the normal heavy garments, you were dressed in boy’s trousers, a training doublet and breastplate were too bulky on you and hid your lithe figure, making you appear more boyish to what you normally wore. In your grip was the same helmet the boy he trained wore, tarnished and beaten with age.

You seemed to be outweighing whether to speak or close the door on him, your eyes shifting, “I can explain.”

“Oh,” Aureus piqued, a smile growing. “Knowing that you were the one that punched that boy’s tooth out makes this a whole lot better.”

“Please, Aureus. Don’t tell my father—if he were to hear of this-” your eyes were wide and frantic, but he was quick to step in and close the door so no soul could hear. “He will not be pleased if he finds out.”

“He doesn’t need to know, Princess,” the Rakshasa assured slowly, taking your hand into his, kneading your fingers carefully. “I will not tell a soul.”

You looked at your hands connected with awe, your eyes searching his own for something you didn’t know, but there seemed to be relief bubbling over the surface of your vague expression. “If there is one thing I must ask, would you continue doing something for me?”

“Continue what, Princess?”

“Continue training with me,” you hushed, squeezing at his paw. “I do not want to stop something like this with you. Even if I must cover my face, I do not want to lose this opportunity.”

Aureus’ laugh was full of mirth, gently bringing you to him in a reassuring hug, nudging you with his head. “Then this will not stop, my Princess.”

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