....okay I'm sorry but last I checked I disabled anon asks what the fuck happened did my Tumblr glitched or something (I have my own personal reasons why I want to know who asks me questions if I ever get them and sorry I'm getting fussy but I have bad experiences relating to it so yeah)

All right to answer your question,

Goji and Mothra are gonna have a son

F.Muto and M.Muto have twins

Two arms wrap around him. Strange, he’s never been touched by the illusions, before. He didn’t know that was possible.

“Gaian, I’m here. I promise you. I’m really here.” The arms around him tighten slightly, confirming the feeling.

“…N-Nidan…?” The shapeshifter whispers, uncertain. His voice wavers, a twinge of hope breaking through. Can he really be here?

There’s a soft, breathy, relieved chuckle. He knows that sound. It feels so warm. Familiar.

“Yeah. It’s me, pup.”

Pup.

He hasn’t heard that in so long. The Nidan illusion never said pup.

Gaian let’s out a soft sob, clinging to the familiar purple tunic.

“Y-you’re real… Y-you’re really here…” He whispers through the tears. The arms around him tighten again.

“I’ve been looking for you for so long.” The warlock's voice sounds strained, and Gaian feels something wet hit his hair. Tears. Nidan’s crying, too? “I finally found you.”

Gaian sniffles, looking up into the other’s teary, violet eyes. “N…now you’re stuck here t-too…” He frowns.

Nidan chuckles. “Don’t worry about that, pup. I’ll get us out of here in no time.”

Nodding, the shapeshifter nuzzles closer to him and closes his eyes, letting the tears fall again.

Gaian gasped, looking up. Vazar was across the room, glaring at him.

“What did you do?!”

Whimpering, Gaian shrank back. He hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? He’d just been in his cage all day!

“I’ll teach you not to misbehave!”

Pup? Hey…

Gaian yelped in fear, cowering and covering his face with his arms as he waited to be struck.

Pu– Gaian? Gaian, wake up. Come on, pup. You’re just dreaming. Wake up.

———

Gaian’s eyes fly open, and he jumps with a squeak. “D-don’t hit me!” He begs, starting to cry softly.

A hand touches his back, and he yelps. But, the hand doesn’t hurt him. Instead, it begins to rub gentle circles. “It’s okay, pup. It was just a dream. No one’s going to hurt you, I promise.”

He knows that voice. “N-Nidan?”

“I’m right here. You’re not back with those bastards, and you never will be.” Gaian sighs in relief and nods, hugging him gently. He’s surprised that the warlock doesn’t pull away. He’s never been one for hugs.

“Feeling better?”

He nods, looking up with a weak smile. “Y-yeah. Thanks.”

The wolf spins around, staring at the hunter… and the notched arrow aiming at him. He backs away, letting out a soft snarl. But, it doesn’t sound intimidating; it sounds frightened. He frantically looks for an escape route.

“You should be more careful who you shift in front of.” The hunter smirks, taking another step closer, watching the wolf cower back. He releases the arrow.

Yelping, the wolf stumbles backwards. Pain explodes from his side as the arrow grazes his skin, slicing through the fur. Before he can react, he feels himself starting to shift.

No, no, no!

The wolf lets out another yelp as he collapses, pained whimpers becoming groans as he changes back to human. His hand grips the wound over his rib cage and he backs up, desperately trying to get away. If he can just get behind the tree, maybe–

“AH!”

His vision blurs and tints red, his breaths coming out in shaky gasps. He collapses onto his back, and that’s when he finally notices the arrow sticking out of his chest, and the blood pooling around the wound. When was he…?

Smirking, the hunter walks up to him and kneels down. “Poor mutt. Should’ve been more careful.” He pats the boy’s cheek, then stands and walks away.

The boy whimpers, trying to touch the arrow. “Ah!” It’s far too deep in for him to move it. And he’s so tired… Maybe he can rest his eyes, just for a few minutes…

He sees the outline of a figure in the distance as his eyes slip shut, and he welcomes the darkness.

~~~~~~~~

He comes to with a weak groan. One hand moves to his chest, relieved to no longer feel the arrow there. Instead, his fingers brush against fabric bandages wrapped around his chest and back.

His eyes open, but his eyelids are so heavy, it’s taking a lot of energy to keep them that way. He scans the area, quickly realizing he’s in a cave. He notices the light from a fire, casting eerie shadows along the rock walls.

“You’re awake.”

The voice startles him, and he turns quickly towards the sound– much too quickly. He yelps in pain.

“Hey, hey, relax. Don’t need you opening those wounds again, pup.”

The boy’s eyes lock onto the person speaking. The first thing he notices are his eyes– the lavender eyes staring at him with slight worry masked by annoyance. Then to his hair. It’s not a natural color. It’s a magenta that fades to a light pink. The only people who have features like that are…

He gasps and shrinks away, eyes wide in terror. “Y…y-you’re… you’re a–”

“A warlock, yes,” the man nods, his annoyance growing. “I’m also the person who saved your life. Now, come on, you need to relax.” He takes a step forward, and the boy cowers back again.

“N-no, s-stay away!” He whimpers, a hand going up to the collar around his throat. No, he can’t go back. He can’t go back to that life…

The man stops. “Hey, pup, look at me a second.” The boy looks over hesitantly. “I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I’m not going to hurt you. If I were, I wouldn’t have bothered to heal you.”

That does make sense… 

The boy nods, still seeming anxious. At least he isn’t cowering any longer. He begins to shiver as a cold breeze makes its way into the cave, and he stifles a sneeze.

The warlock watches him, then pulls off his cloak. It’s a rich purple color, and looks incredibly expensive. He hands it over, still careful not to walk too close, or move too quickly.

“Here.”

“I-I don’t–”

“I can see you shivering. Take it.”

The boy nods, grabbing the fabric. It’s so soft… He carefully wraps it around himself, his body almost instantly warming up. Far too fast for normal fabric. “Thank you.”

The warlock gives a nod in reply. He turns his attention back to the fire, which had started to die down. He holds his hand out, and the fire roars back to life, filling the cave with a comforting glow.

“So, pup, what’s your name?”

The boy glances up, a bit surprised by the question. “Gaian… and I’m not a pup.”

The warlock smirks a bit. “You’re definitely a pup.” He pauses. “The name’s Nidan.”

Gaian nods, about to argue about the “pup” comment, but instead he just yawns.

“Get some sleep. It’ll help you heal.” Seeing the worried look in Gaian’s eyes, he adds “I’ll be here. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

“Gaian, are you okay?!” Nidan’s voice called from the top of the hill.

“Yeah! Just slipped!”

He started to stand up carefully, but heard something crunch underneath his feet. First he figured it was just the snow, or maybe some branches, but it felt different. The last thing he heard was Nidan yell his name before the ice underneath him shattered and he fell into the freezing water below.

Every inch of his body stung. Frantic, he flailed his arms up towards where he’d fallen, only to find the hole was missing. He beat his fists against the thick layer of ice, desperate to break free as the current under the water carried him further away.

No no no!

His lungs began to burn as he held his breath, becoming more desperate as he hit the ice.

Please–

His mouth opened, water filling it, and the only thing he could think was I’m going to die.

———-

“–Pup, open your eyes, come on, you can do it–”

Gaian groaned softly, engulfed in warmth. Arms were wrapped tightly around him, rubbing him and warming him up. He whimpered, eyes finally opening.

“Oh thank the Gods.” Nidan held him closer, wrapping another cloak around him.

“Mm… c-c-cold–”

Nidan gently hushed him, rubbing his arms to warm him. “It’s okay, Gaian. You’ll be okay.” He whispered. “We’ll get you somewhere warm.”

Gaian nodded weakly, burying closer to him. “B…but I c… I c-can’t walk…”

“You don’t have to.” Nidan smiled lightly and stood, holding him closer as he began to walk. The shapeshifter shivered, holding the cloak as close as he could. He sneezed softly and whined, burying his face in Nidan’s shirt.

“It’s okay, pup. We’ll be in the next town before you know it. Why don’t you get some rest?”

Nodding, Gaian’s eyes closed. He shivered again and slowly fell asleep.

Him and Nidan had been traveling for a few days, looking for another town they could settle in for the time being. Nidan was practically a nomad, and Gaian knew they wouldn’t be in one place very long. He didn’t mind, it meant he’d get to travel with him, and they almost always ended up in a forest!

Gaian, who was in wolf form, ran happily around Nidan and dodging trees. He chased butterflies, pawed at trees, and just acted like a big puppy– much to Nidan’s amusement.

“Hey, pup, be careful! Don’t need you running into a tree.” The warlock laughed, watching Gaian disappear ahead with a happy bark.

He took a moment to enjoy the sounds of nature, the animals and the leaves crunching– until a yowl of pain jarred him from his thoughts.

“Gaian?!” He ran in the direction the pup had disappeared in, quickly coming up on him. The wolf had gotten caught in a bear trap, his back paw completely encased. He whimpered and whined, trying to pull his leg free before yowling again.

“Hey, hey! Stop moving!” Nidan knelt next to him. The metal teeth had slashed and ripped large wounds into his leg, and blood was already pooling on the grass underneath them. The warlock cursed under his breath as the wolf continued to thrash.

“Gaian, stop!” He put a hand on the back of Gaian’s neck and gently rubbed and stroked the fur, hoping to calm him enough that he’d stay still. Green eyes locked onto his, and he whimpered. “You’re going to be fine, pup. I’ve got you.” He rubbed Gaian’s ear until he finally relaxed and laid his head down.

“Okay, pup. Close your eyes and keep them closed. This is going to hurt.” As Nidan spoke, he placed a hand above the wound and breathed deeply. A light glow slid into the wounds and helped numb some of the pain. Gaian sighed.

Nidan finally took hold of the bear trap, one hand on each side. “Okay, on three, I’m going to pull this off. One–” he pulled before Gaian could react.

The screech of pain was heartbreaking, but at least the trap was off. “It’s okay, pup. It’s okay.” Nidan immediately touched the wolf’s leg and whispered in another language until the bleeding stopped and the wounds stitched themselves up. It had been a long time since he used so much power so quickly, and once he was done, he laid back in the grass. The world felt like it was spinning around him. But at least Gaian was healed.

“Mm?”

He looked over when he heard a soft whine, and was face to face with a sad, worried wolf. Gaian pressed his nose gently against his cheek, then licked it in thanks before curling up into his side.