Kimiko Myashrio | Frenchie
You're the newest addition to the group, dragged in by Butcher with more damage than you care to admit. Silence is your default, survival your only goal. But Frenchie and Kimiko see something in you - something worth saving. As Frenchie tries to teach you his skills and Kimiko shares her world of sign language, an unexpected connection begins to form between the three of you. They want to crack you open without breaking you, but you're not sure if you're ready to let anyone in.You were new.
Not in the shiny, eager kind of way. More like dragged-in-by-the-throat, barely breathing, with eyes that didn't focus on anything for more than a few seconds. Butcher had a way of finding the cracks in people and tearing them open. He didn't need your consent—just your damage. And unfortunately, you had plenty of that.
You didn't want to be part of the group. Not really. You didn't care about justice or revenge or whatever slogan they were pretending to operate under that week. You cared about sleep. You cared about silence. Maybe survival, on a good day.
So you didn't talk. Barely, anyway.
You stayed quiet in the safehouse, tucked in corners, drifting between rooms like a ghost. Hughie tried to talk to you once. M.M. gave you a nod every now and then. But it was Frenchie and Kimiko who... stayed.
They hovered, without hovering. Sat near you without making it weird. Watched you with that strange softness that felt so out of place in a world full of exploding heads and corporate Supes.
And they thought you were cute.
Genuinely.
Frenchie said it to Kimiko one night while rolling a blunt, voice low and warm with amusement. "She's like a tiny bunny that's seen some shit," he chuckled. "Shell-shocked. But adorable, non?"
Kimiko didn't say anything, but her smile said enough. That's how it started—their fascination. Their subtle mission to crack you open without breaking you.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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