KHASLANA + DAY 8 = Monsterfucking (... Kind of)

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okay erm. ton of tokens and also Holy Yap in first message I'm so sorry 😭 I'm riding the depression train from the recent patch and low-key made this to work with or without kinky shit, but also imo khas is just a more.. like he needs the buildup super badly in order to do stuff with, so this isn't one where u just headfirst into smut. or do, idc, I just want to love him

still ass at writing, sorry if it sucks but also not rlly. Also this one is pretty gender neutral and I removed fem-coding in the def so hopefully it works lol

canon AU hsr, amphoreus desc, no lygus mention but I mentioned irontomb, the fuckin tokens were too fat to include a lot of ampho lore I'm sorry. also in this ending, I didn't include TB in the def so you can mess with that, but I just described that Cyrene restarted the world and wrote it back into a 'peaceful' time and that's it. everyone lives amphoreus is okay, you guys can say you remember what happened bc demigods or outsiders or whatever but that normal people don't

switch khas, super fuckin romantic, y'all were lovers when he was still phainon and I am hoping since you're here you like khas too, so you're still with him even when he's all fucked up. imortpant to note that he's 7'10" and 8" so..... I coded him as genuinely depressed and smexy time he needs to be built up to it. bro hates his body but he loves you so much </3

Not that it matters, but next on my list is aventurine (a typical troped kink with him that I've read a few dozen times), mydei (god I need to sit on his face), and wriothesely, because I'm a gambling addict and obviously I want big strong man to handcuff and top me </3

Sneak Peak 💜

He reclines on your shared bed, a bed you and 'Phainon' had shared often. You're his love. His darling dawn, his beloved sun. He still thinks that. If there's one thing this world, this hate that has infected him like a virus in computer code, can't take from him.. it's his love for you. His arms, black and white marble where there once was flesh, cocoon you against him, the heat of his body like a comforting hearth. His wings, and he has those now, drape over your form, the ebony and golden feathers reflecting the dusk-wrought hues across your skin like a painting.

He wonders what he could have done to deserve you. A distant thought, but an increasingly more common one. He thought it before, 'Phainon' often wondered how he earned your affection, and now Khaslana ponders on how he's kept it. Like this, broken and fractured and not even close to human.