Fics Written in the Stars

The weather was nice again so MK had Red Son open the window wall so they go a nice breeze while cuddling in their nest.

"How much longer do you think we should keep our Hideout from out family." MK asks while looking down at his baby bump where they both had their hands, "I know were agreed to wait until we had kids, but that's happening sooner than we thought."

Red Son gently rubs his hand over the bump, "Maybe when you get a bit further along. I am a little surprised it hasn't been found sooner."

"I'm sure Macaque knows, just not quite where, since we have those sound seals around the place." MK informs him.

My own kind of Butcher/ Player

Also I added @shkoffu Butcher, he’s just confused on why stuffing is coming out from his chest and why his normal arms aren’t working. Also… THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY FANART!!! IM GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!

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The staff pressed up against his chin, forcing his eyes up.

He froze in place. Whether it was due to terror, similar to how a mouse would freeze in front of a cat, or shock, he wasn't sure. He hovered there as the staff pulled away.

He knew about his mother. He knew about his mama. His father had told him about both- one died before he could properly remember while the other had disappeared into the ether. He never expected to truly meet one of them.

His missing eye burned.

Be it how Sage came up with the idea, the aftermath of the whole thing, whatever other steps Sage was talking about, or Truthlesses POV during this horrific event.

Take your pick but please I’m starving 🙏

There had been an outfit waiting for him after all that.

An outfit.

A fucking outfit, made of layers of white and gold, too close to resembling his Beacon outfit for comfort.

Truthless Recluse licked his lips, trying to ignore the pain pulsing through his jaw. The Sage had yanked out all of his canines, replacing them with smaller, more cookie-like fake teeth. They felt strange in his mouth, and that didn't even mention the grinding of his other teeth, shaping them to the Sage's liking.

"I'm not wearing that." His voice sounded weird, and his throat ached.

"Of course you are! Look at your robes!" The Sage tugged on what remained of his outer robes, torn apart in the struggle. "They're little more than rags. Dearest, you can't wear them." He paused, a dark flush forming across his face. "But, I mean, if you wish to walk around naked-"

Nope. Absolutely not.

"I'll get changed. Out."

"Fine, fine, I need to check on your accessories anyway." The Sage gave a little wave before walking out of the room. The door locked behind him.

It should have been child's play to unlock the door or just blast a way out. However, the cuffs on his wrists, forced on him after the pain had grown too much, blocked his power. And, based on the view of the swirling night sky, the Recluse wouldn't get anywhere anyway.

He stared at his reflection and tried for a smile.

It wasn't his smile, not with the sharp teeth he took such comfort in. It wasn't his face, not with his horns lopped off. The only thing that remained was the wool that stretched from under his collar, and the Sage had spent too much time cooing over that to try to get rid of it.

He looked like a cookie.

He looked like the Beacon.

And that was what the Sage wanted. What all of the Virtues wanted, wasn't it?

He hadn't heard from the other Beasts in months. And that screamed a terrible truth, one he could not pretend he did not know.

Silent Salt doesn't care for his 'bride' much, since she obviously doesn't care about him either. White Lily's either wandering into his brothers lands leading to him having to fetch her or she's Witches knows where before showing up with some new thing she'll be rambling about for the next week.

Silent Salt doesn't care for his 'bride' much, since she doesn't respect his boundaries. She'll ask if she should do an experiment but it doesn't matter what he says cause she'll do it anyway! Or White Lily will walk to the entrance of a place Silent Salt told her not to go and then stand right on the edge waiting for him to notice her. And once he arrives, that's when she'll walk in!

Silent Salt doesn't care for his 'bride' much, not at all. Until one day she's found crawling to his lands covered in burns.

"She's more like a cat." Silent Salt grumbled to Solidarity.

"She was an unwilling sacrifice, Salt. I'm sure she'll adjust." Solidarity tried to be supportive.

"She openly states how much she hates my domain —,"

"You and Guide live in catacombs."

"She runs off and causes mayhem wherever she goes, so I have to go running after her!"

"Fae thought her attempts at reading one of his scrolls was charming."

"She questions EVERYTHING about our domains and then argues with MY answers!"

"Curiosity is not a sin, Salt." Solidarity thought it was endearing how much his little brother "did not care" for his bride.

"It should be for her." He grumbled.

"Salt," Solidarity laid a firm, but gentle hand on his shoulder. "She was sacrificed because her village believed the cult was performing unethical experiments on cookies. Seeing as you as the God of Silence, it would fall under your domain if any of these experiments crumble."

"But none have as far as we can tell!" Silent Salt insisted, "And by our laws, I cannot act until the transaction has been proven! Until then, she is simply a sacrifice!"

Solidarity was beginning to wonder if the Knowledge brothers had been correct in keeping their temple closed to mortals. It seemed like they invited nothing but trouble. He sighed and shook his head. That wasn't very "in solidarity" of him, was it?

He gave his little brother a shoulder squeeze, "Just...try to give her time. You saw how long it took me to seduce Fae away from his eternal rest in Guide's domain."

Silent Salt just continued to grumble as his older brother left him to his stewing rage. Feeling energized and unproductive, he stood and walked to his stables.

"Hello, Nox." He patted his oldest and most trusted companion.

Nox Black Salt, his old warhorse, sneezed and nuzzled his hand (no doubt looking for a snack or a treat).

He sighed, "Where has my blasted bride run off to today, I wonder..."

White Lily wasn't anywhere in his domain (nor was she visiting either of his brothers or their spouses). For a brief moment, he wondered if she'd perhaps wandered out of their temple entirely and gone back to her village (although he highly doubted it, seeing as the last time she'd done that the villagers had simply tied her back up and dropped her onto his altar).

Just as he considered wiping his hands of her, he heard someone collapse in the great hall.

Silent Salt ran out to see and gasped, "White Lily?!" He ran to her side. As her arms gave out and she fell back onto the stone floor. Her pale dough was burned in several places, including her face, chest, and arms. The burns on her face were so severe, her eye was nearly swollen shut from all the blisters that had bubbled up under her dough.

"What..?" Silent Salt looked over her wounds. It looked like she'd been in an explosion.

Shakily, White Lily pressed something into his hand.

Silent Salt held onto her hand. Even through his armor he could feel how brittle her dough had become.

White Lily tool a raspy breath and looked up at him, dazed. Tears fell from her unburned eye, "S-Salt..."

"White Lily...what have you done??" Silent Salt looked at her incredulously.

"Th-there are children there." She wheezed, "I couldn't...I couldn't save them."

And then she passed out from the pain.

Silent Salt's brows furrowed under his helmet and he finally looked at what White Lily had pressed into his hand.

It was a torn piece of paper with the words "experiment 0009" and the top third pf a picture which showed the top of a child's head.

Okay.

Now Silent Salt was involved. He glowered at the gateway out of his dominion. He would slaughter every wicked, twisted, cursed cookie for experimenting on a child!

White Lily groaned.

BTW “wife” is a gender-neutral word to me. You can make PV whatever gender you want.

Wife and husband are slowly becoming gender neutral to me as well. I think bc it's modern, PV's probably got a womb and breasts and calls himself a wife, but uses he/him pronouns.

And bc I'm so freaking poly-pilled...

Bitter exes FountSalt, but Salt worships PV and def isn't thinking about asking to be their third.

I just think soft, post partum PV needs to be squeezed and love between strong men

*Burning Spice and Dark Cacao tumble out of a closet*

That — haha — that might be too much for his poor post partum pussy to handle haha 😅👀

Lesson #9 joints

Lesson will be posted every two days now hopefully!!

The bed was warm, and N was cold.

It was strange, how used he had become to the cold. His memories, now that he had them unlocked (or in the process of unlocking), told him he had been warm like the other worker drones, warmed by the electrical mechanics under his white shell. It wasn't until Cyn's "upgrades" that his shell had lost its warmth.

Uzi was warm.

She warmed the bed with her presence and she wasn't even aware of it. It wasn't even just the warmth of her shell- even warmer than a usual worker, almost on the verge of overheating. It was the warmth of knowing she was there, that her snark and bite was there, as well as the gentleness that could rise up when he needed it.

He reached out and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.