#Observation from the Outside - OOC

[tiredstudents]

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[adventuringhaul]

An idea I've had...

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[irisintheafterglow]

you make loving fun

summary: last time you checked, itoshi sae was terrible with children...right?

cw/tags: crack...just a lot of bllk boys interacting with kids, established relationship, ooc sae if you squint, occurs just after u-20 game

wc: 2.5k

note: this was meant to just be a drabble but ended up being a one-shot so...surprise! this came to me in a dream LMAO so hopefully it makes sense.

as you carefully line up the excited kids outside of the blue lock complex, you're almost grateful that ego doesn't greet you; from anri's descriptions of him, it sounded like he would frighten the children from ever thinking of a soccer ball ever again. it's just her, a few security guards, and--

"oh my god, is that itoshi sae?"

you stiffen and look up from your clipboard, something between leaping and sinking occurring in your heart. he wore his signature bored expression, but you could catch the corner of his mouth twitch when he made eye contact with you. ever the drama queen, your boyfriend (whose relationship status was yet to be disclosed to the public) had failed to inform you that he would be making an appearance at the first-ever 'blue lock youth outreach day,' considering that he had nothing but dry observations after the u-20 game. you were under the impression that he wanted nothing to do with the program, and figured that his sudden participation was a way to get back at you for being so consumed with work.

in hindsight, the collab seemed like a good enough idea. you, the pr manager of the largest youth soccer league in the country, and anri, an acquaintance you'd met through piano lessons who conveniently has a job in the most cutting-edge soccer training program in history. it was a headache, at first, especially with a certain moody player from madrid trying to convince you that it was a waste of time (anything was a waste of time if it wasn't with him). but, dozens of emails and a stack of field trip signatures later, you were loading thirty of the brightest soccer minds you knew--albeit between the ages of eight and thirteen--onto a school bus and headed toward the pentagonal fortress in the mountains.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him as evenly as possible while anri guides you and the kids through the maze of concrete hallways. "you hate children."

"hate is a strong word," he deadpans, his attention flicking to you when you answer with nothing more than an eyeroll. "can i not support the next generation of footballers?"

"you don't even support the current generation," you mumble. "i think it's fair to say this isn't usually your kind of event."

"it is when my partner has been ghosting me for it," he replies. some would think sae's declaration is nothing more than a push of your buttons, but you know him well enough that he was being purposefully petty. "i came to see what the big fuss is about."

"ghosting is a strong word," you mimic. he smirks, just barely. "radio silent, sure, but not enough for you to fly across the world to see some people you don't even like."

"god forbid i do something like miss you, cariño," he remarks with unexpected fondness underneath the blankness of his expression. "as professional and secretive as we keep things, your absence from my life is always noticeable."

"i was gonna call you later," you offer, and he narrows his eyes. "give you updates on how successful the event was and whatnot."

"phone calls aren't enough," he concludes. "i am here to support you, not whatever the brass are trying to concoct."

"how romantic," you chuckle. "i hope you'll play nice today, then?"

"only for you. not anyone else."

"with the kids and the blue lock players?" something in his jaw tightens, but he relents nonetheless.

"fine. i will be cordial with them, too."

"you really do love me." you can't help the grin that breaks onto your face, but you're back to perfect professionalism a second later. with his phone on silent and one of his managers mitigating the rest of his team, he was content to breathe the same air as you before the chaos of being a football star reinvaded his life.

"mmm, something like that." for now, this was his closest thing to peace.

the other blue lock players seem to mirror your initial shock from sae's presence, though most of their demeanors change upon the entrance of the young, prospective soccer stars. the kids are chomping at the bit to get their cleats on and practically climb over each other to start drills with each player. the files anri had sent to you proved handy, as you instantly recognized who was who based on the skills they were teaching the kids.

bachira had half a dozen following him through a dribbling drill, their movements all in perfect precision like a line of ducklings. when one ball went astray, he shifted the entire formation in a lesson on 'improvising.' yukimiya and karasu, similarly, were teaching how to steal from a player whose dribbling leaves your head spinning.

chigiri was running sprints with his group, one by one, and advising them when their best opportunity would be to accelerate based on what he observed. he had a line spanning half the field, eagerly waiting to race the fastest striker in the program like he was a carnival game. aryu provided additional recommendations on when to leap and use height as a weapon, something the youngest and shortest kids quickly internalized with a sparkle in their eyes.

nagi didn't say much, which was fine, since reo was there to fill in his blanks; the kids in their group were currently balancing balls on various parts of their bodies, including every possible angle on their foot.

barou, to your surprise, was not running a drill at all. instead, he had started a demonstration on how to properly braid the girls' hair back, how to do it on oneself, and how to do it on others. when you ask anri about it, she shrugs and explains that he has two sisters. you didn't question where he got all the hair ties from.

sitting against the wall, isagi was patiently making conversation with some of the quieter kids who tended to be more shy in new situations. they fidgeted with the grass beneath their fingers and smiled at him as they opened up about where they wanted to go with soccer. rin stood an awkward distance away and would stare at you occasionally, like he was trying to figure you out. guess both itoshi brothers have a habit of brooding and glaring.

you were making a point to avoid over-observing your boyfriend, but couldn't help noticing that he truly did not have a knack for coaching. interacting with children was never sae's strong point, and you tended to be the one to get down on their level and speak in a manner understandable to them. sae, on the other hand, once told you, verbatim, "kids are odd things. how do people deal with them?" thankfully, the kids in his group were too starstruck to notice how aloof their leader was and dutifully followed him through the same old drills their normal coaches ordered.

it was all fun and games until the children came up with a game they affectionately called 'steal from sae.' the goal was simple: steal the ball from sae as he tried to travel from one end of the field to the other and make a goal. the game started out as a group of five versus one, which he cleared without breaking a sweat. then, the five called over five of their friends, which soon turned into fifteen, which ultimately became the entire group of thirty children descending upon your boyfriend. the blue lock players observed the first few rounds from the sidelines, sadistically amused by the new challenge inflicted on the older itoshi brother. that is, until he barely dodges a wave of ten children and precisely positions the ball with the outside of his foot...right in front of isagi.

"let's go, rin's shadow," sae taunts and takes off, leaving a bewildered isagi to receive the ball in a panic and abruptly start running from the herd of youth-sized cleats coming his way.

"oh, wow, there's a lot of you," isagi nervously stutters. seven of your thirty break off to mark sae; the rest surround isagi, who makes a snap decision to send a long pass to the nearest person outside of the shrinking circle. "all up to you now, rin!" the second itoshi is fast, but chigiri's pupils are quick studies. three runners come at rin from the front, left, and right, blocking his passing opportunities.

"good acceleration, everyone," praises chigiri from the sidelines and rin fixes him with a scowl.

"shouldn't you be helping me, half-baked hair? let's see you get in on this mess," rin snarls, though it only hypes up the kids more.

"aww, are the little people stressing you out, rin?" yukimiya asks patronizingly, dancing around a group trying to corner him.

"shut your mouth, glasses. we're outnumbered here," rin shoots back, a little redder in the face. "and you all stress me out enough." if there was anything that amped up the kids' competitive spirits, it was seeing their opposition get riled up. though chigiri is completely open when rin passes him the ball, one of otoya's stealthy proteges makes quick work of stealing the ball and running it toward the opposite end, away from sae's goal.

"alright, show me what you learned, kiddo," karasu challenges as he rushes the mini-ninja, though you could tell he wasn't using all of his energy. none of them were, and you theorize that the blue lock players were actually enjoying this little back and forth between them and the kids. the game was a chance to not only play as one huge team, but also assess how much the next generation grasped from their lessons. from the way ten kids were now marking sae and the rest were attempting to curb karasu's trajectory, it seemed the odds were somewhat even.

otoya's student makes a short pass to one of bachira's, whose eyes are practically glowing as the ball weaves in and out of her legs like a snake. she and eight other girls have matching dutch braids keeping their hair out of their eyes, the day's crown achievement for barou.

"steal from her and i kill you, isagi!" he bellows despite being a blue lock player, barreling toward his team's incoming strikers and clearing a path for one of his girls to get closer to the other goal.

"i wasn't going to!?" your youngest kids are currently trapping isagi in a bear hug, preventing him from getting anywhere close to the ball. "i'm a little preoccupied!"

those in barou's path split with all the urgency of running from a freight train, leaving the girl to run freely down the middle. anri has appeared by your side and is watching with delight, snapping photos and taking videos that were sure to end up as positive pr for blue lock.

you catch him stalking up the right flank, evading children in one-on-ones and making steady progress toward the ball.

"watch out for sae! watch out for sae!" you call out and his head snaps to you, a look of bewilderment at your betrayal overtaking his carefree face. before he can get the ball, your kids run and tackle him, dogpiling on top of his body until the whistle sounds in the kids' victory. they cheer, still smothering your boyfriend, and you tense in anticipation of his harsh command to get them off of him.

but the only noise is whoops of celebration, high-fives, and pats on the back.

and when you catch a glimpse of sae's face as he's trapped under a mountain of giggling children, he's smiling.

---

later, when you're lying with your back against his bare chest and his forearm securely across your waist, you muster up the courage to ask.

"so, do you still hate kids?" he can hear you suppressing your smirk. he hums thoughtfully against your shoulder, the reverberation sending goosebumps across your arms.

"i need to get to know people to hate them."

"and?"

"didn't get to know 'em enough," he murmurs. "guess i'll just have to visit you again at work. for professional reasons, obviously."

"yeah," you agree, flipping to face him and brushing a strand of pink hair from his pretty face. he catches your fingers in his and kisses your knuckles, settling your hand right above his heart. "professional reasons."

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[running-with-kn1ves]

Exhaustion

A/N: Hey I should be working on everything BUT this. do NOT blame my ass if this is ooc (I can't handle criticism and I'm aware :,>)

PART 1

L Lawliet Yandere! X GN! Reader

TW: Stalking, breaking and entering, obsessive thoughts/behaviors, nonconsensual touching

It was an invasion of privacy; he knew that. It was against everything he stood for, what he strived to prevent-- an act familiar to the criminals he faced. And yet, he had no inclination to turn away, to retreat from your blackened bedroom and leave you alone in the dark. 

There was something comforting about how silent you slept. Even with your body sprawled out like a crooked starfish, with your legs tangled in sheets and clothes wrinkled, you were in pure sleepful delight. A nuclear bomb could go off outside and this little sliver of the world would remain untouched, your eyes so gentle and shut, with soft eyelashes falling against your cheeks as if it were nothing, as if an angel hadn’t fallen asleep on the softest patch of grass away from the rest of the world.

L observed you from a distance, brazen enough to take your desk chair and sit in his peculiar way as a spectator. He did not dare to disturb the sanctified corner that was your bed-laden body. 

You breathed in heavily, a quick heave through your nose that developed into a great exhale of pure exhaustion. It didn’t take a genius to see the weight witnessing your professor’s death left on you; L forgot how distressing morbidity could be for those not used to it, those who had not studied gruesome photos and rewinded videos of countless hours in crime and death. 

You shift just slightly to sling an arm over your face, the streetlight beaming in through your window and casting a glow on your eyes and hair. It made you shine which in any instance would have been mesmerizing, but currently it threatened to expose the felony your stalker was committing. 

Wobbling out of the desk chair with a catlike stare, L watched for movement as the chair creaked. His light, barefooted steps reached the curtains with a swiftness not expected of someone so gaunt. Your bedroom was curtained in complete darkness as his eyes adjusted, seeing the way your shirt rode up to expose just above your belly button, the sheets lined between your legs as you remained spread out, peaceful. It was an odd fascination he had come to realize-- not like one he had for solving crimes and convoluted mysteries, but a pleasant and simple interest in each little reaction you had. From the twitching of the tips of your fingers at times, to the way you’d swallow if your mouth was open for too long. 

Most especially the different vocalizations you made, from snore-like grunts, to hums and sighs of pleasure as your back cooled against the linen. L intended to return back to his place of distant observation, feeling a lump the size of a plum seed burrowing in his chest as he imagined you waking.

Oddly enough however, your skin caught his eye. So unbothered and untouched, barely hidden by the white background you laid upon. Human bodies were a tricky, messy thing; purely biological, and often betraying our more advanced mental capacity for what was right and wrong. But yours… Even beneath that flesh being bone and muscle and meat, it looked… right.

This must be the ‘aesthetic’ that draws so many people in, why love and lust are so often confused… L did not need to dwell on the idea to recognize this was one of the few ‘firsts’ for him.You were by no means exempt from his cynicism or brutal comprehension-- but something here spoke more to him than mere logistical sense. It was appreciation, interest.

What did you feel like, what would parts of you taste like? 

A pale, spindly hand reached out to you, gracing the exposed flesh of your midsection. You were hot to the touch, near burning; or perhaps he was just so freezingly cold. It wasn’t enough to disturb you out of sleep, just enough to send a shiver up your chest at the iciness. L’s hand found comfort resting there, his palm against the soft flesh as it rose and fell along with your chest. 

Dare he… lift his hand higher, hand jaggedly moving up to the middle of your ribcage, slowly disappearing under your shirt. It was warm there, against the heat of your skin and the air trapped against your pajamas; his palm buzzed with a kind of painless sting. 

Gracing the smooth ridges of skin, L’s fingers moved, almost in a ticklish motion as each pad searched to understand what allured him so much, what kept him here, drawing in his desperation to understand. Above all else L was an investigator, one with the all encompassing desire to expose the truth. He felt closer to an answer when he was near you, as if he could touch the reason why he was infatuated with you-- but still, he couldn’t make sense of it. There was no answer to be found, none that would satisfy him enough to leave you alone. 

You unconsciously push your shirt down with a limp hand, drawing away from the cold air creeping up your stomach.

L sharply pulls his hand away, a look of surprise almost making its way to his face. His hand stood outstretched, curled and hovering from above as he watched you shift to lay on your side. 

The anticipation keeps him alert, wondering if this will be the moment your snores turn to a panicked scream. The room is quiet, drifting… the perfect environment for a deep rest, no clear indication of a gangly body watching from the edge of your bed. Your phone occasionally lights up on the nightstand silently; it takes a wrongful amount of force to prevent L from picking it up. 

He could attempt to delude himself into thinking he was just watching over a witness, protecting you from whatever violently lurked in the shadows; whether it be Kira, or an unfriendly fly. Even going so far as to say the reason he adjusted your sheets and lingered his fingers over your hot forehead were to keep you warm, unbothered. 

 But there was no lying to himself, that immoral feeling wouldn’t be dissuaded so easily. And L wasn’t stupid enough to try and pretend he didn’t know what he was.  

The detective retook his seat in the desk chair, finding comfort in the distance between it and your mattress. This way, no movement of his would deter you from the unconsciousness he hoped to keep you in; though, was it truly for your benefit, or for his? His sunken eyes wander, grazing the soft darkness shrouding your silhouette. 

Bringing his chin to his knees, L busied himself with thoughts of what you’d look like when you woke up, how you’d act all sleepily in the morning, and if you’d be just as forgetful tomorrow as you were tonight in leaving your windows unlocked. 

[juricel]

god your yandere smc lives rent free in my head i wanna punch him, kick him in the shin and then give him a lil kiss

also if you're feeling up for it and your requests are open, would you mind writing some headcanons about yandere smc w/ a reader who is defiant but not really in the "kicking, yelling, screaming" way but in the "i will do my best to make your life miserable and inconvenience you as much as possible " (think refusing to talk or engage, entertaining herself in isolation, snarky backtalk; very much "cat making eye contact with you while pushing a glass off the table" energy, defiant yet still subdued)

bonus points if the reader is usually an affectionate person and continues to be like that w/ candy apple (hugs her/pats her head, speaks nicely and sweetly to her, treats her like a lil sis/daughter)

thank you so much for your time!! your writing is amazing!!

a/n: i'm flattered! and please do feel free to do so, anon... he more than deserves it with how he's been treating the reader in my fics.

— yandere! shadow milk cookie x defiant! reader hcs

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: manipulation, physical abuse, heavy possessive and obssessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, implied forced established relationship, mentioned and implied mindbreak, stalking, potential ooc.

𖦁‎ oh, he would adore your defiance! shadow milk cookie loves games, and he would view your defiance as such and daresay, it certainly has became his favorite game, even taking over the throne of his most beloved hobby of breaking cookies apart and observing them falling down the never-ending rabbit hole from illusions.

𖦁 your distant attitude towards him wouldn't faze him whatsoever either, and if anything, his lovesickness would delude himself into thinking it was a natural reaction of yours from being in love; oh, you're not listening? oh, that is no biggie for him! he'll simply blabber your ears off, isolating yourself? has his dear forgotten? he is an omniscient presence within earthbread and his kingdom, there is no way to flee from him, he'll just trail along behind you! being a petulant thing against him? oh, that's adorable! surely, you jest! breaking one his precious gifts he spent his time on solely for you? oh, silly little you! how clumsy you are! being such a nice lover, he'll put it back together! you didn't mean to break that, don't you? you didn't, right? he'd break your arms. regardless of how you much you pay no heed to his presence, he is an everlasting existence and will forever be right beside you! there is no escaping him and his sight, it is just as fate concluded, after all!

𖦁 candy apple cookie—although, you treat her nicely—doesn't mean you're still exempted from her trickery: for her undying loyalty to shadow milk cookie overshadows anything to her; she'd allow you to braid her hair, all the while inquiring you why you loathe shadow milk cookie when he's just protecting you from the cookies outside, in love even! in that sickenly sweet tone of hers dripping with deceit. she'd even ask you to come with her for something she proclaimed was in dire need of help for only to lead you to back to shadow milk cookie with a cheerful face, giddily probbing shadow milk cookie if she did good.

𖦁 to shadow milk cookie, your defiance is none but a mere game to him, however, the moment you went against him and betrayed him by helping pure vanilla cookie within his spire? oh, that is when he actually takes your advances seriously. why are /you/ helping that pesky little thief? can't you comprehend that he's punishing him for taking what was his? don't tell him that you fell for that querulous cookie's lies? yes, surely, pure vanilla cookie did something to you that turned you against him, truly! what a fiend, stealing his soul jam and then you? oh, he is gonna crumble him into pieces! he vows on the witches the moment he's done with him he would be beyond recognization. you, on the other hand, unmistakably needed some tweaking—yes, he'd need to find a way for you to not do that again, surely, his sweet dear wouldn't mind being confined, would they?

a/n: extremely short compared to my other works but i do hope its fine.

[luneariaa]

⋆˚࿔ — TIRED ? YOU CAN JUST REST ON ME ; ➢ ; DANTE S .

☁︎ — wrote this for funsiess in a very tired state after work,, anyways need this to happen to me so bad,, 🙂‍���️🫶 might be ooc dante, dividers by @/cafekitsune .

minor proof-read .

@shomatoriashi 💫

THE MOMENT you arrived at the doorstep of the all-too-familiar place around the late hours of the evening, the unwanted soreness sensation returns from within you, groaning out in a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

Relieved because finally— you could leave your workplace. It's not that all bad, to be fair. It wasn't so complicated, for you at least, but you're just glad to be back home and away from that exact place.

You didn't even bother to find him just yet; landing swiftly onto the quite old couch that's located nearby with a small sigh. God knows how much you wanted to rest up right now so bad, but you know that you needed to, at least, clean yourself up first.

But eh, maybe that could wait.

The bones and muscles within your body is almost seconds away from giving in— wanting to just shut down everything that's possibly existing within your own mind and even whatever's currently happening from the outside world.

Even without telling him directly still, Dante could immediately sense your arrival, despite of your efforts on not making too much noises, which is almost quite odd to him.

Usually, you would've at least greeted him in a cheery manner, even though you're actually tired. But today is a little different, and he took an immediate notice of it and tried to mentally think of ways on what to do and approach. It doesn't take long, however.

Because it is Dante we're talking about. He would know, regardless.

You're not even aware that the male had been standing near one of the room's doorframe, eyes observing over your fatigue form. It doesn't take long for him to actually, and effortlessly setting you down atop of his lap instead. You're too tired to care about your current position anyways.

At certain moments like these, Dante didn't really speak much. He somehow could sense the weariness radiating off from you alone, and so, he simply held you within his arms securely; as if protecting you so closely, and so dearly.

A soft sigh would escape from your lips, resting your head comfortably even more against his own; focusing on the way his heart beats right at this moment, the way one of his hands would hold you against him— the other would tenderly stroke your hair as a way to lull you even further into a state of slumber.

"I know you're exhausted.. Just rest up, okay? I'm here."

He would mumble several comforting words next to your ear, kissing the side of your head after while rocking you gently in that position, still. It didn't take long before you actually fall asleep on him, snoozing off with your mind elsewhere— feeling safe with him.

And even when you're asleep, he wouldn't stop holding you until you're properly awake later on.

— written by @luneariaa . reblogs are appreciated. do not repost; all rights reserved . 💫

[grudgecollector]

protective daryl is such a Must like

imagine someone’s just threatened you and he stands in front of you with one of his arms back so he can hold your hand. “you don’t talk to her” he’d growl.

after somehow sending them away he’d turn back to you and hold your face and just “you okay?” and a “i’m never gonna let anything happen to ya”

Ol' Coyote | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Tags: Swearing, smoking, protective Daryl, season 2 Daryl, light angst, mentions of past domestic violence

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I'm FERAL over protective Daryl YES GAHD

Something you'll never get from me is a non-southern reader in TWD fics.

I may have made things a little ooc with Shane, possibly just a tad more aggressive than he actually is with people confronting him. But it's for the plot of the fic.

Also I'm not sure if I really like how this turned out, but I think I've just been staring at the words too long. I hope you enjoy it either way <3

Tension was running high on the farm. A nervousness had settled over you in the last few days as you watched Shane. His erratic behavior was becoming unnerving to observe from the outside. His freshly shaved head glistened with sweat as he shook it, watching Lori practically stomp away from him after a heated conversation. 

This was what you were best at. Watching. Every move that was made within your eyesight didn’t go unnoticed, every twitch, every heavy sigh that came from the man. You always had a knack for catching things just before shit hit the fan. That was the only thing you were thankful for when it came to your ex boyfriend. 

The things Brian said and did to you during those four years were permanently ingrained in your mind. Always reminding you to keep your guard up around men who would view you as weak, feeble minded, helpless and in need of saving. Men with the kind of charm that draws you in, making you think they can protect you from the dangers of the world, when in reality they are the biggest threat to you. 

The almost sadistic glint in Shane’s eye. The way he’d suck on his teeth and laugh humorlessly. The way he watched her… It was starting to scare you a little. It wasn’t a fear you held for yourself, but for Lori, a woman tangled in a web that was impossible to escape from. 

It wasn’t hard to admit that you did not feel safe around the man anymore. That feeling started to dissipate after he proposed the idea to give up on the search for Carol’s missing daughter. He was losing his grip. Even more-so after his botched run with Otis. 

“You good?” Daryl asked, nudging his elbow into your side. 

He had something hanging from his fingers, the necklace he had gifted you a week ago. He followed your gaze as he clasped the necklace for you, fingertips guiding along your hairline softly before settling on your shoulder. 

“Yeah…” You replied quietly, turning your head to look at the man beside you, “Is it just me or is he losin’ his damn mind?” 

“Oh it ain’t just you, sweetheart.” He nodded towards Dale who was sitting atop the RV, occasionally glancing over towards Shane. 

The angered man was pacing back and forth, roughly rubbing at his chin. Whatever conversation he and Lori had seemed to have stirred him up pretty bad, you could practically see the smoke rolling off his shoulders. 

“He needs to get his shit together.” You shook your head, crossing your arms, “The way he acts just... Ugh.” 

“You can keep on hoping, but I think he’s lost his marbles a long time ago.” Daryl huffed, hand dropping down to your waist as he brought you a little closer. 

Daryl and you walked back over to his area away from the rest of the camp, your shared tent occasionally rustling under the wind. The fire Daryl built an hour ago was starting to go down, tiny flames licking pathetically towards the sky, failing to build itself back up. 

The sun was starting to set, pink and orange hues blending together with the darkening blue sky. Daryl settled next to you on the grass, his knee brushing against your thigh. 

These were the moments you cherished the most. Calm and peaceful in a world filled with unimaginable horrors. A chance to take a deep breath and forget about your worries for just a short period of time. And you couldn’t ask for anyone better to spend it with. 

Over the last few months you had spent most of your time next to Daryl. At first he didn’t seem too fond of it, occasionally glancing your way with narrowed eyes and a suspicious attitude. Like he was waiting for you to strike, trying to stay a step ahead of your nonexistent plan to rob him blind. 

In reality you just appreciated the quiet. Away from the hustle and bustle that came with such a large group of people. You wanted to keep your distance, especially when it came to the children at the camp, trying your hardest to avoid the gut wrenching feeling that came whenever you looked at Carl. Oh how innocent and naive they were in such a heartless world. 

Eventually Daryl started to warm up to your presence. Allowing you to accompany him on hunts, teaching you the basics of tracking, and how to skin animals properly. It was easy to see through him, see past his rough edges and appreciate the moments where his kindness would shine through momentarily. 

The closeness between the two of you was something you cherished deeply. Knowing that wherever you went, he wouldn’t be far behind. 

It was moments like this that you could momentarily forget the ticking time bomb that slept just a few feet away from you. The very man in question is sitting next to Rick at the group’s shared camping area, laughing almost emotionlessly at something his best friend said. 

“You’re gonna burn a hole into his head if y’keep starin’ like that.” Daryl muttered, smiling a little bit when you halfheartedly glared at him. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled, “I’m gonna head up to the house real quick, gotta use the bathroom.” 

You were quick to stand. Your fingers brushed gently through Daryl’s hair, prompting him to place a hand on the back of your calf. 

The field in front of the house was still muddy from the rain, your boots sinking in just a little with every step you made. The sound of the ground squishing beneath your feet was drowned out by laughter from the camp, Carl, Lori, and Rick huddled together in front of their own fire as they shared a can of corn. 

It made you happy to know that at least one family was able to stay together through all of this. While they may not be perfect, they were still trying to stay intact in such a hectic world, making things as normal as they could be for their child. 

“Sup lovebirds.” You greeted Glenn and Maggie as you walked up the steps to the house. Glenn rolled his eyes and gave you a tight lipped smile. He hadn’t exactly sealed the deal with Maggie just yet, the both of them tiptoeing around each other cautiously. 

“Evenin’.” Maggie smiled, nodding towards you, “Where you headed?” 

“Is it alright if I use y’alls bathroom? I promise I won’t be long.” 

Maggie tilted her head a little, “You always ask and the answers always gonna be the same.” 

You couldn't help but smile a little, “Yeah well, believe it or not my parents did teach me manners. I usually don’t like invadin’ other people’s spaces without askin’ first.” You shrugged, going to grab for the handle of the screen door. “Thanks Maggie.” 

The hinges groaned loudly as you opened it. The Greene’s home was so beautiful, a warm yellow light casting over the neatly kept rooms, picture frames of the occupying family decorated the walls. It was that sense of normalcy you had needed ever since everything started. Something reminding you that not everything had to be so terrible all the time. It made it easy to forget the reality of things. 

You walked into the bathroom and gently shut the door behind you, not bothering to glance at your reflection in the mirror. Scared of what would be staring back at you. 

By the time you opened the door again, you could hear Beth and Patricia talking in the living room. Maggie was sitting next to her sister on the couch now, Glenn must have gone back over to your group for dinner. You figured you should probably do the same thing, cook up those squirrels Daryl and you caught earlier in the morning. 

You walked back outside and unzipped the pocket to your cargo pants, a lucky find at an army supply store. The top of the crumpled red and white box flips open easily, and you pluck a half smoked cigarette out along with your lighter and begin making your trek back towards your camp. 

“Hey.” A voice stops you, Shane standing from one of the rocking chairs on the porch. 

Great…

You brought the orange filter to your lips and flicked open the zippo lighter you stole from Daryl. You didn’t bother to look at the man walking towards you for more than a second, exhaling the smoke from the corner of your mouth as he got closer. 

“Can I help you with somethin’ Shane?” You asked, annoyance present in your tone.

“I don’t know, can you? Cause you seem to be starin’ an awful lot recently.” His broad shoulders rolled back a little as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

“You feelin’ a little paranoid there? Intimidated by someone doing a little people watching?” 

“Don’t patronize me.” He shook his head, stepping closer towards you. 

An anxious feeling started to eat away at your stomach. You never liked when men started to close in on your personal space, even less when it was someone like Shane. The unpredictable and dangerous types. 

“I’d barely call it patronizing.” You shot back with a small shrug.. 

“You got a problem with me or somethin’? With how I’ve been handlin’ things?” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “I mean I got my fair share of issues with a lot of things, man.” He was starting to prick against your nerves, “Like you wanting to call off the search for Sophia? That was pretty fucked up.” 

“Not this shit again.” He shook his head, hands going to rest on his hips, “It’s bad enough I got to hear it from everyone else in the camp. Now I gotta hear it from the girl who’s too good to even grace us with her presence.” 

“Oh boo fucking hoo. Why is that such a big deal to you? Can’t someone just enjoy some alone time?” You scoffed, flicking off the flimsy ashes from your cigarette.

“Ain’t no such thing as alone time anymore. You gotta start contributing more to the group.” 

“Or what? You gonna boot my ass to the curb and call it a day? Seems like the kinda route you’ve been lovin’ lately.” You almost spat, an accusatory tone to your voice, “I’ve contributed plenty of my time to the group, helping Daryl with hunts and runs, making sure your bellies are full. I help wash clothes in the morning, I do daily perimeter checks with Glenn. Ain’t that enough for you?” You stepped a little closer this time, lowering your voice to harshly say, “Cause if you’re implying anything more, I ain’t doing personal tent calls like some street whore.” 

“You better watch your mouth.” His eyes were starting to get that wild look again, twitching a little when you smiled bitterly at him. 

“Did you hit your head or somethin’ when you went on that run with Otis? Is that what’s got you so fucked up? Some traumatic brain injury or some shit?” 

“Who do you think you’re talkin’ to, little girl? Cause I know it ain’t me.” He sized you up, chest puffed out as he got closer, but you stayed firmly planted, not allowing him to intimidate you. 

Not this time.  

“You’re fuckin’ losing it Shane, sure there ain’t many in the group that pick up on it but I sure do.” You shook your head, “All I’m sayin’ is you need to take a step back before you get someone else killed.” 

Clearly your wording made something snap within Shane. That littlest bit of self control he had disappeared, and suddenly his hands were clutching onto your biceps, blunt fingernails digging through the fabric of your shirt. 

“I ain’t getting anyone killed,” He growled out, “I keep this place safe, me. Not you, not Rick, or Daryl, Dale, none of you. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, girl, you’re barely smarter than a bag of fucking rocks. All talk and no bite.” His words punched into your harshly, he was practically snarling in your face as he got closer and closer. Your eyes were wide, fear striking through your heart as you stared at him. “Got any other smartass remarks, huh?” 

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of me, man!” You thrashed in his hold, quick to bring your still lit cigarette up and pressing it against his forearm. 

He flinched away, letting you go, and for a split second you almost thought he was about to rear back and slap you. He had that same exact look in his eyes your ex would get. 

Dangerous and unpredictable.

“Hey!” You heard an angered voice growl from behind you. 

Suddenly you felt hands on you again, making you flinch. But the hold was gentle, guiding you as Daryl stepped in front of you, his shoulders heaved with each heavy breath, clearly having run over to you as quickly as he possibly could. 

“The hell you think you’re doin’, huh?! Puttin’ your hands on her like that!” He was seething, but his hand was gentle as it held onto yours, squeezing softly as a way to reassure you. “You don’t fuckin’ talk to her, y’hear me?” He growled out threateningly, his hand resting on the knife secured to his belt, ready to strike at any second. “Don’t let me catch you near her again, asshole, or it’ll be hell to pay. I promise you that.” He glared at Shane, quickly turning around and guiding you past the group’s camp. 

“What the hell is going on? What’s with all the shouting?” Rick asked, catching up to the two of you. 

“Y’better get your fuckin’ boy, Rick. Ask him to explain the situation t’you.” Daryl spat, not giving him time to reply. 

You sat back down in front of the fire, staring at the yellow flames blankly. Never did you think Shane would put his hands on you like that, but the way he had talked to you, looked at you. It was too familiar, as if you were standing in front of the direct reincarnation of a man you fought so hard to forget. 

Daryl’s hands gently held your trembling ones. His index finger and thumb came up to your chin and pushed your head up so he could look into your dewy eyes. His fingers caressed your cheek, he knew that look on your face all too well, having seen it in the mirror plenty of times. 

“He ever tries anything like that again, he’s a dead man.” He stated firmly.

“I thought he was gonna hit me.” You said weakly, you hated how pathetic your voice sounded.

“I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen t’you. Not while I’m still breathing.” 

The promise would be a difficult one to fulfill, you both knew that. But the words still held weight, settling deep within your heart. You would be safe with him, you knew that.

[lurochar]

By the Full Moon

18+ MDNI

The Radio Demon finds a spell to go back in time to reacquaint himself with his wife. His past human self is more than willing to help.

Demon Alastor x Reader x Human Alastor

Warnings: Demon Alastor mainly referred to as Radio Demon to differentiate between human Alastor. Established relationship between Alastor and Reader. OOCness. PWP. Aphrodisiacs. Lame title. Basically pure indulgence here. I haven't written anything in a while and smut even longer, so I apologize if it's bad.

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You were worried.

Truthly speaking, you had no reason to worry as Alastor was more than capable of taking care of himself and even more so since he had his hunting rifle with him and more than likely his hunting knife, but you just could not help yourself.

After all, that murderer now labeled the Bayou Butcher was still on the loose and law enforcement had no clue as to who the killer was.

It was a silly worry since Alastor was still on the property simply storing away his hunting rifle in the shed a little ways from the main house, but it seemed like he was taking far too long to do so.

You could not help but to pace near the front door, knowing that once Alastor finally came back, he would just give you his signature smile and laugh at your apprehension all while calming your nerves down with a single stroke down the side of your cheek with his thumb.

‘He’s fine.’ You thought, breathing in deeply as you attempted to calm your pacing. ‘There's no need to worry like this. He will be back any moment.’ You nodded your head with your thoughts, finally able to stop your body from your frantic movements.

And it was only a few minutes later that you heard the key to the front door being inserted before it swung open and you instantly perked up. “Alastor!” You called out to your husband in relief, quickly moving towards him, your mind registering the radio static in the air before your body did and you abruptly froze, watching stunned as not one, but a second figure entered the house.

“Darling! I apologize for taking so long!” Alastor opened his arms, wrapping them around you and observing you closely as you trembled like an adorable newborn fawn, just as he – they expected you would. “I didn’t expect to meet such fine company outside our humble little abode here! Such a riveting conversation we had!”

Red eyes stared hungrily into yours.

“I–” You stammered, shakily peering over Alastor’s broad shoulder to look at the… otherworldly being currently standing in you and your husband’s house. “W-what– w-who is that?” You could not help the tremble in your voice.

“Hmmm,” Alastor stroked your hair, seemingly trying to find the right words. “Funny enough, this gentleman’s name is also Alastor. Isn't that just a neat coincidence?” 

“What?” You looked to Alastor weakly, knowing his name was not exactly the most common of names out there. “But that’s…”

“Do excuse my rude manners,” the ‘other’ Alastor suddenly spoke and his voice possessed the exact same tone, accent, and cadence as when your Alastor spoke on air on the radio, “but I simply had to stop when I noticed your lovely house, my dear! Why, it looks the exact same as the home I once owned many years ago! So I hope you don’t mind me dropping in unannounced like this.” He began to move closer and you shivered in your husband’s hold, “It’s a pleasure, quite the pleasure, my little Doe. I’m Alastor, the Radio Demon.”

.

.

.

What!?!?

“D-demon?” You swallowed thickly, tightening your grip in Alastor’s coat as you took in the ‘Radio Demon’s’ features. He certainly was not human, that was for sure and with those tall ears (and tiny antlers?), you almost wanted to say he was almost deer-like, but those utterly massive fangs, razor-sharp claws, and terrifying smile had you second guessing yourself.

“Remarkable, isn’t it?” Alastor murmured in your ear. “A demon straight from Hell, he says. Who would have thought Hell actually existed?” He chuckled, but you barely heard a word he said.

A demon.

A demon was standing in your house.

A demon named Alastor.

“W-wha…” You faltered, whimpering when the Radio Demon stepped in front of you and in your personal space before you could even respond. “W-what’s happening?”

“You have no idea, my darling Y/N, how long I’ve waited for this.” Demon Alastor’s tipped your face upwards with his deadly claws rather gently to get you to look at his face (and wow, was he ever so very tall), “How many decades it took for me to find a spell that could break the laws of time, just so I could see you again.”

Your mind was racing, but ultimately, could not keep up with the situation.

Decades? Spells? Laws of time? Demons? Hell? 

What was all of this? Did you fall asleep waiting for Alastor to come back and were just having some bizarre dream? 

“It's not a dream, my love.” Alastor seemed to know what you were thinking as he began to nuzzle the crook of your neck. “I didn't quite believe it either, but he knows things about me that none other could, including you.”

“T-Then you're saying–” You could not even finish your words and you jumped when the Radio Demon's claws tightened around your cheeks, not enough to cause pain but enough to get your immediate attention. “T-that you… you’re–!”

“Figured it out, my darling Doe?” The Radio Demon’s grin stretched inhumanly wide. “I'm sure you have, you always were quite clever, my dear, but in case you haven't…”

Your heart pounded.

“Yes, I am Alastor Hartfelt, your husband. A denizen of Hell for decades now, though I have done well if I do say so for myself. I am a Demon Overlord, the Radio Demon. The year, I believe, was 2024 when I last checked.”

2024?!?

Alastor whistled lowly from your shoulder as you gaped in disbelief at the Radio Demon in front of you.

Was he really saying that he came back in time by almost a century?! 

How was any of this even possible?

“You shouldn't be this baffled, Darling.” Alastor spoke, moving from your shoulder to kiss your cheek. “I, too, would do anything to find my way back to you, even break the laws of time and space. So why wouldn't my future dead self do the same?”

Wait.

“Am I not there with you?”

The Radio Demon chuckled, his hand now affectionately caressing the side of your face. “Perhaps you missed the part about my being in Hell?” His hand slowly slid down your body to your hip, causing you to shiver. “My darling Doe, you do not reside in Hell and have no place in it.”

A sudden surge of bravery rushed through you. “Then why are you there? You're a good man, Alastor! A perfect husband! Why would you get sent to… to Hell?!”

Alastor tightened his arms around you from behind and the Radio Demon squeezed down on your hip at the question.

“The spell will only last for the night as long as the moon is full on Earth.” The Radio Demon’s smile looked tense and his fangs were gritting. “I would much prefer getting reacquainted with my lovely wife than with frivolous chatter.”

And even if he did answer, he did not intend to leave your memories of this night intact.

This was not his preferred method, but he knew his Y/N would not let the topic of either Alastor’s fate go, so there was no other choice lest he allow the night waste away.

Alastor caught the eye of his past human self and nodded, having discussed this back at the shed where they had met as a possible option should it need to be one.

It was crude and vulgar, but Alastor was desperate with the need to touch your flesh once more and if he had to kick start things with a light aphrodisiac (one not made by the Vees), he would.

Your Alastor slowly reached into his pocket, slipping out a vial of clear liquid. He carefully uncapped it while you trembled against him, repeating your question in apparent shock at the knowledge that your husband was destined for Hell.

“Ma chérie.” Your Alastor turned you to face him before he downed the contents of the vial and immediately kissed you after. He glanced up to see his demon self step up behind you, caging you in between them so you could not back away from his kiss.

You let out a strange noise, feeling Alastor's tongue swipe in your mouth as you unconsciously opened your lips for him and a sweet liquid seeped in that you had no choice but to swallow.

Oh.

You were suddenly warm.

Your body was hot.

Your nerves felt like they were on fire.

“W-w-what’s this?” You babbled, completely forgetting about Hell as you began to ache between your legs, “H-hah…”

“It’s alright, Darling.” Alastor was quick to come to your comfort, rubbing your shoulders and even that innocent touch sent sparks of pleasure straight down to your core. “Just let it happen and everything will be fine.”

“I must admit, it is not my proudest idea.” The Radio Demon seemed to sigh from behind you, his large claw-tipped hands back firmly on your hips. “Surely you understand, my little Doe, that it needed to be done. You were much too tense and I only have hours to spare.”

Your head was fuzzy and you honestly did not understand a damn word of what either Alastor was saying.

You just wanted relief and the ache to leave.

“Don't worry your pretty little head about anything right now.” Alastor cooed, “I would take care of you, but I'm sure our guest here has been waiting for so very long now.” He smirked. “I'll join in a little later.”

“I can smell you, my dear.” The Radio Demon purred, his hands moving from your hips as he ran a single claw up the side of your dress, ripping through it with ease and you could not find it in yourself to care about the ruined dress at the moment. “You're dripping. Naughty girl.”

Had you been in your right mind, you would have been completely embarrassed by such a thing, and you let out a pathetic little whine when the Radio Demon began to kneel in front of you, with his massive hands gripping your soft inner thighs.

Your underwear was ripped off a second later and you did not see the Radio Demon pocketing the arousal-soaked cloth before he turned back to you.

“Ah, it's been decades since I've eaten one in this way.” The Radio Demon hummed, releasing one thigh to slowly slide his hand up to your leaking core. He found your clit with ease, slowly rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb, extremely mindful of his claw, “Though, of course, you are the only one I have done such things with.”

You cried out at the touch, feeling like a jolt of electricity had just run through you. “P-please!” You sniffled, unsure what to call this being - Alastor or Radio Demon?

The Radio Demon grinned up at you and you were too lost in arousal to flinch back at the sight of those fangs, “Please what, my little fawn? Use your words.”

“Eat me.”

The Radio Demon groaned. “You know me too well without even seeing the entire picture.” He surged forward, abandoning your clit momentarily to part your folds before taking in a deep intoxicated breath.

You bit down on your hand, trying to keep your yelps and moans down as the Radio Demon shoved his face in your pussy, his rather long tongue fucking up into your soaked hole as his nose rubbed against your clit, sparking pleasureable warmth throughout your lower half. 

“Now, now. None of that.” Alastor came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling your hand away from your mouth. “I– we both want to hear you.”

The Radio Demon crooned, pressing his face closer, feeling his wife tremble against him, “That's it. Cum on my tongue. I would like to get to the main course as quickly as possible.”

You shook, feeling Alastor's hands cup your breasts, pinching and rubbing your nipples as he nibbled on the lobe of your ear while the Radio Demon slurped your slick and suckled your sensitive nub.

A strangled sound left you when one of Alastor’s hands trailed down your side, sliding down your stomach before he slid a finger into your soaking cunt, bending his finger just so he would hit that spot that had you seeing stars and cumming far too early to be normal after a few more jabs to that spot.

The Radio Demon eagerly lapped up your gush of slick, not stopping even as you began to shudder from overstimulation.

“Does it feel good, chérie?” Alastor asked with a flush rising on his own face as his wife writhed in his hold while the Radio Demon did not relent in his own assault. He humped up against you, reaching down to his belt and zipper to free his aching cock. 

“S'good.” You slurred, panting when you felt Alastor slide in another finger, scissoring them to stretch you. “Alastor.” You sighed, leaning against him as you reached down.

“You needn't worry about me.” Alastor inhaled sharply once you wrapped your soft hands around his length. “Darling, this is about you.”

“I want you.” You moaned, your fingers fondling the head of his cock, spreading his precum down the length of his shaft. “I-if he really is you,” it took everything out of you just to string a coherent sentence together, “I want you both.”

“You heard our darling little Doe.” The Radio Demon finally pulled away from your cunt as he eyed his past mortal self, “As much as I hunger to do so, I cannot prepare Y/N properly without the potential of injury.”

Just a glance towards those sharp claws was an answer enough.

Alastor wasted no time and pushed in a third finger, jamming them against that sweet spot of yours and you cried out, no longer able to focus on your husband’s pleasure, though he did not mind at all.

 “What a face you’re making, Darling,” he murmured into your ear, “Not a single thought in your head, is there? Are you drooling on yourself?” His eyes darkened as his sadistic side began to show and, finally, he was able to slide in a fourth finger, “Do you know how fucked out you look right now? If that wasn’t me in front of you, I would have had to kill him for seeing you like this.”

It was fine, saying such things as you were not coherent enough to even understand him right now and the Radio Demon would take your memories of this night away anyway.

“Four fingers? My my, how debauched you are, my sweet Doe.” The Radio Demon was at your other ear, whispering just as filthy things as Alastor was, “You can take it, can’t you? You are my– our wife, after all. All you need to do is let go and cum on your husband’s fingers and then you can have all the cock you want, for the rest of the night.” He reached down, finding your clit and only needing to stroke the bud twice before you reached your high.

Your mouth could not even form words as your wet slick pussy contracted rhythmically around Alastor’s fingers, trying to milk them as you blacked out for the briefest of moments. Your limbs were like jelly and the only reason you did not collapse was because Alastor had propped you against his body.

“Still in there, my love?” Alastor patted your sweaty face, smiling when your glazed eyes fluttered open and you whimpered when he slowly pulled his fingers from your sopping hole, “You’ve done wonderfully thus far.”

“I–” It took so much just to think, “I want to–to…” Why couldn’t you think of the words to say? Your body was still burning even after cumming twice and that felt a bit frightening to you.

“As I said, you don’t need to worry about me. I have you to myself every night.” Alastor repeated, glancing over your head, allowing a lazy smirk to appear on his face, “But if you really want to repay the favour, I’m sure our guest would be delighted.” He just shrugged when the Radio Demon narrowed his red eyes at him.

You turned your head and peered timidly at the Radio Demon. The static in the air seemed to grow louder the longer you stared and his smile only seemed to stretch even wider.

“I'll even help you.” Alastor wrapped an arm around your waist and slung your arm around his shoulders, making sure you were steady, even as your legs shook like a newborn fawn’s as he guided you to stand in front of the Radio Demon.“Here you are.” He was quick to remove his overcoat, placing it on the floor for the comfort of his dear wife’s knees.

“This is unnecessary.” The Radio Demon stated, though the changes to his body said differently – his sclera turning pitch black, his antlers quickly extending outwards. He had to forcibly stop his body from growing larger, knowing his wife's human body would not be able to take anymore than what he was now.

“Please.” You kneeled in front of the Radio Demon, still a bit wary of him, but the aphrodisiac still running through you won over anything else, “You… you're still my Alastor, right?” Your hands shook as you attempted to loosen the belt of the Radio Demon.

“Yes, in life and in death. I am always yours.” The Radio Demon's usual filtered tone disappeared for a moment as he ripped off his belt with ease and he pulled his pants down low enough that his cock could spring free.

You leaned into him, feeling his hands run through your hair in a gentle gesture before they were gone from your head. You straightened on your knees, reaching up and feeling yourself jump a little in shock the moment you realized you couldn't fully wrap your hand around the Radio Demon's cock.

Was everything that much bigger when one was sent to Hell?

“Think nothing of it, my little Doe.” The Radio Demon cooed down at you, “I am completely content if you only wish to suck on my cock - the part that fits in your sweet little mouth, that is. I will not fuck your throat.”

The dull ache between your legs seemed to roar back to life at his words and you moved forward, opening your mouth, feeling the Radio Demon step a little closer until the head of his cock was resting on your tongue.

Your lips closed around his glans, your tongue prodded at the slit and you heard the Radio Demon growl as the static grew louder. Your head moved forward, wondering how much you could fit in your mouth before you started gagging.

“No, no.” Large hands on each side of your head stopped you from going further, “Do not test my self control, my dear. I said you may only suck. You are much too fragile for me to fuck that delicate throat of yours.”

You look up at the Radio Demon, barely noticing in your lustful haze that his pupils have shifted into a shape that resembled radio dials as you tightened your lips around the impressive cock in your mouth and sucked hard.

It was utterly obscene and Alastor watched with fascination as large amounts of saliva seeped from the crevices from your lips to drool down all over the Radio Demon's shaft, your jaw and chin, only to land on your chest in sticky globs. The static from the Radio Demon could not drown out the sloppy wet slurps of your tongue.

“That's it. Thaaaat's it.” The Radio Demon purred, “Such a lovely wife I have, so willing to suck the cock of her demon husband. Even wanting me to fuck my cock down her throat. How filthy! Are you truly that desperate for my seed? Suck harder, my dear.”

You tried, tightening your lips, hollowing your cheeks and sucking as best as you could until your jaw ached. You wanted to bob your head to make it a little easier, but the Radio Demon’s hands made it impossible to move. You began to hum, hoping the vibrations would aid you in getting him off.

“My sweet fawn. So depraved, just for me. Salivating all over yourself like a dog to please me.” One of his hands moved down to stroke at your cheek. “You are doing exceptionally well, such a good girl for me. Keep your mouth open.”

Your face burned at the Radio Demon’s words as you gasped for air when he pulled back from you, though you kept your mouth slack as he asked and found yourself shuddering when thick loads of cum landed on your tongue and didn’t seem to stop.

The Radio Demon watched with greedy eyes as you struggled with the volume of his seed, having to swallow a few times over and even then, remnants dripped off your lips towards your chest, “I should punish you for wasting a part of me that no other will ever have, my dear, but there is no time for that this night.” His grin widened, “Perhaps, should the spell work on the next full moon…” He tucked himself back into his pants, though didn't bother zipping them back up.

“I admit I never thought I would witness such a sight.” Alastor stepped forward from his position of observation, kneeling down as he reached for his handkerchief from his pocket and began to gently wipe your face from the cum and drool. “I certainly was not opposed to it.” He said quickly to reassure you when your eyes seemed to widen.

The Radio Demon did mention that the aphrodisiac would wear off once you took semen in your body. How fast it would diminish depended on how much semen you took in, in a certain amount of time.

“While I’m sure our guest appreciated the appetizers, I’m sure he is starved for the main course.” Alastor uncaringly tossed the dirtied handkerchief to the floor, helping you stand. “We would be such rude hosts to make him wait any longer.”

“I– of course.” You replied, looking towards the Radio Demon with a little less hesitancy than before, “You know where our… our bedroom is?” You asked almost shyly.

“I remember every single detail of this house as if I lived in it just yesterday,” The Radio Demon’s smile softened for a split second before it sharpened once more and he offered you his hand, “Shall we, then? You may want to close your eyes for this.”

You took it reluctantly, unsure what he meant by that last statement. You felt Alastor rub your back as he nestled you up to his side and you let out a shocked gasp as you all seemed to sink down in the floor into a void of black before emerging only a moment later right in front of your bed, “W-what was that!?” Your nerves weren’t burning as hot as they were earlier, but that strange sensation certainly was not helping your dizzied mind.

“Fascinating.” Alastor simply said under his breath.

“Instant shadow travel.” The Radio Demon answered nonchalantly, “It really is nothing to be impressed by.” He turned back to you, not wanting you to get distracted now that your mind was a bit clearer, “Darling Y/N, why don’t I show you how much I truly missed you over the decades?”

Your eyes unconsciously teared up at that.

The Radio Demon stalked forward, forcing you backward until your back hit the mattress. He took in the lovely sight of his wife spread on what used to be his bed before he was caging you in with his much larger body, “Every single night, whether or not I sleep, I think of you, dream of you. How exasperating that I still pine for you even after all these years, but I suppose you were the only one I felt any affection for – l̵̨͔̗̩̯̮͔̜̋̎́̃̐ͩ̓ͦo̿͂v̸̷̳̬̭̝͔͍͙͈̇̌̈́͟e̞̰̩̋̂̚͝ even – after Mother died.”

He could confess this much, as you would not remember this when it was time for him to leave.

“So you really are me.” Alastor murmured from the side of the bed, slowly undoing his tie, “That’s right. Y/N was there from the start – what do the masses call it, childhood lovers or such nonsense? It was only Y/N. None other would do.” He almost scoffed at his next thought. “Maybe soulmates do exist after all.”

“If you really are Alastor,” your arms rose and you placed your hands on both sides of his face and his entire expression softened and his smile wobbled, “then I'm so sorry that I'm causing you any pain.” A tear slid down your face from your already watery eyes. “I'm sure there are many…uhh, demons who are interes–” A claw-tipped finger pressed against your lips, cutting you off from what you were about to say.

“Even parted, what remains of my cold dead heart still beats for you, my lovely wife. I will never stray.” The Radio Demon leaned down to lick the tear from your cheek, causing you to shudder.

“Even if we wanted to fool around,” Alastor was now unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time to undress, “which, Darling, I can assure you, we do not, our bodies are simply not interested in any other. Woman, man – it doesn't matter how attractive they may be, if it's not you, I cannot get aroused. I'm sure it's the same for our guest.”

You felt your face flush and wanted to hide from the embarrassingly sweet words, but you were trapped under the Radio Demon, who was staring down intently at your reaction.

“You know I love you, Alastor! I have since we were children!” You tried to cover your face, but the Radio Demon grasped your wrists before you could.

He settled more on top of you, aligning your lower bits as he ground his clothed erection against your slick sensitive skin. “Say it again.” He groaned, “Say it.”

The static was almost deafening now.

“Best do what he asks, Darling.” Alastor was now removing his pants, having moved to the top of the bed so he could observe his wife's expression. “I'll never tire of hearing it either.”

“I love you, Alastor. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!” Your face was burning red as the Radio Demon reached down to fish his cock free from his unzipped pants, “Not even death can do us part!”

That had been the one line you and Alastor had changed at your wedding, but…

“You don't belong in Hell, my sweet fawn.” The Radio Demon grasped your hip and gripped the base of his cock, your legs spreading as he rubbed his shaft through your creamy folds, causing you to shiver and moan, “While I may crave your presence every day, I prefer to know that you are safe where you belong.”

Your head tossed to the side as the Radio Demon slowly began to penetrate you and your eyes opened in surprise when you felt lips pressing against yours. “Alastor?” You panted, feeling your silky walls being stretched more than they ever have before. He was bigger than anything you had ever taken before.

“You will adjust in a few moments, ma cher. It won't hurt or feel uncomfortable for much longer.” Alastor stated, staring at the scene in front of him and feeling a heat settle deep under his stomach.

He wanted to join, but he did not want to push his dear wife any further than you were comfortable with. Plus, you and he had never ventured to that area before either.

The Radio Demon’s eyes glanced up at Alastor for a brief moment before setting down back onto you as he finally slid in all the way to the hilt, “Fuck, I haven't even moved yet and you're already clenching down on me so tightly.”

“S'big!” You almost felt like you were being split in two and you whined when the Radio Demon slowly withdrew, caressing every sensitive spot before he swiftly thrust back in, “HAH!” You were seeing stars as he found a rhythm, “S'good!”

Alastor watched with slight envy, but it quickly changed to confusion when the Radio Demon gave him some sort of look before focusing back on you.

Was he supposed to know what that meant?

It was only a few seconds later that a long black tentacle-like appendage snapped out of the Radio Demon's back and Alastor found himself surprised for the nth time that night, even by this point, he shouldn't be.

It seemed that you were already too fucked out again to notice the extra appendage as the Radio Demon flipped you over to your stomach, positioning you on all fours as he maneuvered over top of you, pressing his chest to your back as his hips thrust blindly, seeking your warm wet hole.

He used the lone tentacle (that you still have yet to notice, but you would very shortly) to wrap around his length, guiding it back to your slick cunt. He growled, loud static popping in the air, drool dripping off his fangs as he humped you like the deer he resembled.

You are so lost in pleasure, gasping and wheezing, that it takes a few moments for you to realize that there's something prodding you back there, “W-wha?” You swallow thickly, feeling something cool circle and lightly push at your other hole, causing you to flinch, “W-what is that? Alastor?” You whimper.

It took a second for the Radio Demon to come to his senses, especially when you were squeezing down so tightly on his cock. “My little Doe, it must be done if you wish to take both of us. Surely you want that. It's not often one can fuck two forms of their spouse at the same time.” The tentacle began to breach the rim of your second hole and you let out pained noise.

Alastor moved on the bed, stroking your hair and kissing your temple, “I know, Darling, I know.” He reached underneath you when the Radio Demon resumed his crude humping, finding your clit with a bit of difficulty due to the constant rocking. “If you truly do need to stop, say ‘jambalaya’ and we will.”

This was for Alastor and a few minutes of total discomfort should not stop you.

“How's it feel?” Alastor asked, curious as he had never touched that area before.

“H-hah,” you felt sweat drip down your face, trying to answer your husband’s question, but the sensations of the Radio Demon's cock hitting every sensitive spot in your sloppy cunt, Alastor’s fingers strumming along your puffy clit, and the slippery tentacle now an inch or two in, squirming against the walls of your ass?

You crumbled.

“Fuck!” The Radio Demon snarled, halting his movements as he felt you cumming hard around him. His ears twitched at the sound of your wailing and he summoned another tentacle out of his back, using it to hold your shaking body up against his as he clenched his hands in the sheets below, claws easily ripping through the material.

As he completely avoided any sexual activity during his time in Hell, the Radio Demon found he was a lot more sensitive than he recalled and simply having you suck him for a few moments and cumming once on his cock was enough for him to lose it.

It took all of his self control to not finish so early as he focused on his tentacles and stretching your other hole slowly but surely.

Alastor watched with exhilaration that he only experienced when he was pounding you into the bed, or watching the life fade out of the eyes out of some degenerate after hunting them down, and after your keening quieted down, he found himself surprised that he was stroking himself, something he never partook in.

“Do you think you are able to take me, my love?” Alastor asked after a moment of allowing you to catch your breath, though you still looked a little out of it, still caged under the Radio Demon’s much larger body – looking helpless, small, and stuffed full of cock.

He needed to stuff you with more.

“I… I think? Maybe?” You lifted your head to look at Alastor, watching him smile at you and you bit your lip when you felt that strange appendage slowly pull out of your ass and you grimaced at the sudden feeling of emptiness?

The Radio Demon squeezed your hips and also pulled out of you, sitting you on the bed as he snapped his fingers and you jumped, feeling your body tingle for a second before it disappeared and you felt strangely lighter, “W-what was that?” You asked as he snapped his fingers again and a small bottle appeared in his hand out of nowhere

“I cleansed you,” The Radio Demon simply stated, not wanting to get into the finer details of anal sex and embarrass you, “You will need this, my dear. Use as much as you need.” He handed his past self the bottle and eyed him expectantly.

“Extra lubrication.” Alastor said, snapping the lid open and squeezing it out on his fingers, rubbing them together experimentally, “It’s needed so I don’t, well… tear anything.” He grasped your hand, unfolding it. “Aid me, won’t you, Darling?” His voice grew a little sultry as he squeezed the lube out on your hand.

You flushed, reaching down as your hand wrapped around Alastor’s cock, trying to spread the lube evenly as you jerked his shaft, causing him to sigh with contentment, feeling your hand glide smoothly, “I believe that’s enough. Your turn. Turn around for me and either lie down on your stomach or get on all fours – whichever is more comfortable for you.”

You say Alastor’s eyes flash and knew what position he would prefer, but despite your embarrassment, you got on all fours like you knew he wanted and you spread your legs as much as you could.

“Bear with it.” Alastor felt his heart race as your head lowered when he squeezed the lube out and you shivered when you felt his slick fingers begin to prod at your ass, passing the tight rim after a few nudging of his fingers.

It still felt strange, but Alastor tried to make up for it with slow firm thrusts and filthy words.

“Darling, I know you will feel so good squeezed around me. I never imagined you would be so receptive to the idea. I can’t wait to see what sort of face you will make this time for me. Taking both of our cocks at once, perhaps you will cum so hard, you will soak the sheets? Forget your own name?”

You whined, feeling your face flame.

“I have done what I can to prepare you.” Alastor removed his fingers from your back hole, “Now go over to our guest. I believe you will have to ride him in order for this to work.”

The Radio Demon's smile seemed to twitch at Alastor's remark, but he did lean back and prop himself against the pillows so you were able to straddle him – which you only did so after a pause from you and a nod from him.

“Not yet, my dear, though I appreciate the enthusiasm.” The Radio Demon chuckled, stopping you from gripping him and just sliding down his cock, “It's best for my past self to go first.”

Alastor moved over to you, stroking your back in a soothing manner, “Remember what to say if you want to stop.” He said with a slight frown and it lifted when you repeated ‘jambalaya’ back to him, “I'll go slow.” He gripped himself, watching as the Radio Demon oh-so kindly spread you (and you letting out a cute squeak) and he lowered himself until he felt skin on skin.

You tensed, trying best to calm down when felt the head of his cock prod at your ass, just resting there until you relaxed enough that he could press forward. “Haahhmmm.” Strange noises escaped you as Alastor slowly proceeded, stopped, rocked back and forth a few times, before repeating.

“My little Doe, breathe.” The Radio Demon trailed his hands down your sides, moving towards your dripping core to find your aching clit to help alleviate any discomfort with pleasure, “It won't be long now, my dear. You will be, as an effeminate fellow acquaintance of mine likes to say, ‘cockdrunk’ soon enough.”

You groaned, not only from the Radio Demon's words, but from feeling full. Yet you felt empty at the same time as your pussy clenched nothing but air.

Arms wrapped around you from behind as Alastor buried his head in your shoulder, breathing hard while sweat dripped off his face. “Shit.”

You were so fucking tight – to the point he ridiculously feared you might squeeze his cock right off.

“Prepare yourself.” The Radio Demon purred, lining his length up with your dripping cunt, “Or perhaps you needn't to. There won't be a single thought in that pretty little head of yours.” And with that, he thrust in carefully, knowing he and his past self had to find a rhythm that would not cause their wife any pain.

“A-Al–” You mewled, feeling tears forming in the corners of your eyes, “A-Ala–” You couldn't even talk straight anymore.

Alastor grit his teeth, thrusting in when the Radio Demon pulled back. His wife was tight, hot, and he could feel the Radio Demon through the thin membrane.

He wasn't going to last long.

“Such a perverse wife I have! Tell me, how does fucking two cocks at once feel?” The Radio Demon's smile turned sadistic, seeing that you couldn't even comprehend his question and his hand came up to wipe the drool seeping from your mouth and watched with satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he began circling your clit, “Are you going to cum, my dear? Should I allow it?”

You babbled nonsense, not hearing a word anyone was saying as you were sandwiched between your present husband and his future demon self and only able to focus on the molten heat in your core.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Both were big (though the Radio Demon was bigger in that department), so with every thrust, they hit every spot that brought stars to your closed eyes.

Someone was rubbing circles on your slick clit and the other was fondling your breasts. Teeth nibbled at the lobe of your ear and sharp fangs and a long tongue were dragging along your skin dangerously close towards your throat.

It was the hand that pressed down hard on your pelvis that had you come undone.

Were you screaming? You didn't know as the world blurred and you could feel nothing but ecstasy shoot through every part of your trembling body and the afterpangs were just as pleasant to feel as you slumped down, barely even conscious after the many orgasms you had experienced that night.

“Fuck!” The Radio Demon knew he would not be able to stave off this as your vevelty walls clamped down on his cock and he looked down in shock, unconsciously licking his lips when he noticed you were squirting all over him.

This sight alone had him shooting spurt after spurt of ejaculate into your gushing pussy.

Alastor simply observed all this happen, having pulled halfway out of your ass so he could wrap his hand around the base of his cock to delay his orgasm, though he no longer needed to. 

He released his hand, thrusting forward as deep he could go in your ass. He was already on the edge, waiting to tip over and just the tightness of your anal walls squeezing him was enough to send him over, shooting his load of cum into you with a satisfied groan.

Both you and Alastor collapsed on the bed as the Radio Demon shifted so there was more room, though after a brief moment of silence other than heavy breathing, both males looked towards you as they grudgingly pulled out of you, eyeing the leaking mess they made of you with fervor.

You only had so much stamina however.

And–

“You did so well, my love.” Alastor brushed your hair from your face, kissing your temple when you attempted to focus your glazed eyes towards him, “Only you could satisfy us so.” He lightly pinched your cheek to keep you awake when they began fluttering.

A glass of water appeared in the Radio Demon’s hand as he sat up, propping your back up against his chest as he brought the glass up to your lips and tilted your head up, “Don’t drink it too fast, my dear.” He instructed, appeased when you slowly swallowed the water down and he vanished the glass, relishing the feel of your skin against his.

It was time for him to leave.

“My sweet wife, it took me decades to find the spell so I could see you again,” the Radio Demon stated and he felt you stiffen against him, “I am uncertain if it will work again or if this was a one time occurrence, but know that this night was to my utmost delight. I must say, simply seeing your lovely face satisfied me as much as–m̨̻̪̣̹̙̰̦͇̏͒̅͒ͪ͝ơ̧̛̛̗͍̝̣̜̺͉̜̜̩̥̈́̋ͫ̌̽͐̅̔̍̋́́̏̇ͧ̀͘͘̚͜͜͢͝ŕ̛̝̺̖̬̰ͫͨ̆͌͛̾ͭ̈̾̉̌ͯ͞e̸̙͕̯̻̘͈̋ͩ̑ͦ́͟ ţ̶̟̯̻̘͍͓̯̈̂h̿ͮ͘a̶̸̲̣͖̻̦̜ͯ̉͌ͣ͂̈́͞n͙̳̍ͫ–the screams of the souls I rip apart on my broadcasts all over Hell!”

What?

“You’re leaving?” The Radio Demon’s words snapped you to attention in more than one way, but you put those rather disturbing words aside for that moment to focus on his departure. 

Your mind was clear and your body was no longer burning and you should be honestly terrified that there was a demon from Hell wrapped around you now that you could think straight, but he was still your husband.

He was still Alastor.

“Regretfully so.” The Radio Demon gently removed you from himself, standing from the bed as you stared at him with those wide eyes of yours. He snapped his fingers, fixing his appearance to his usual pristine condition and dressing you and Alastor with a second snap, causing you and his past self to jump in shock to his amusement.

“But…” You bit your lip, feeling it wobble as you looked between the Radio Demon and Alastor, “Why… why are you in Hell? You never told me.” Your voice started to crack.

Alastor clenched his fists and looked away from you and the Radio Demon’s static grew louder at the question, “I am certain you will find out the reason why in the future.” After all, he did leave you a widow after his unexpected and pathetic death and it most certainly got out how he brutally murdered and engaged in occasional cannibalism – he just had no idea how you felt about him after that all came to be.

Did you still love him afterwards as you lived the rest of your mortal life?

Did you still love him in Heaven as an angel?

“I told you, Alastor,” you seemed to notice the tone in the Radio Demon’s filtered voice, “I love you, since we were children. Not even death can do us part.”

Alastor inhaled sharply and the Radio Demon eyed him for a second before turning back to you, “If this spell does not work for the next full moon on Earth, I must bid you adieu.” He moved forward, bending down to press a kiss against your forehead.

There was a flash of green light and you fell forward, unconscious and memories of the night gone. 

The Radio Demon caught you, stroking your side before placing you on the bed and turned to his past self, his smile tightening.

“Well, what an interesting night this has been!” Alastor tilted his head, appearing thoughtful, “I admit I never believed in Heaven or Hell, but clearly I was wrong about that. Good to know that Mother is where she belongs and that I will kill that wretch of a man all over again.”

“His screams of agony were most entertaining. Why, I could listen to them over and over again and never tire of them!” The Radio Demon let out a puff of amusement, fondly remembering torturing the man whom he once had to call ‘father’.

“I suppose if that spell of yours works again, you’ll be a familiar face here every full moon?” Alastor asked casually, “I’m not opposed.” 

The Radio Demon held out his hand, much to Alastor’s surprise, “Yes, I would. Just a friendly shake, no deal here. I don’t think I can take my own soul.”

Alastor took the Radio Demon’s hand after a moment of hesitation, shaking it firmly before his eyes widened as the same green light flashed and, he too, fell forward, unconscious with his memories of the night gone.

“I can’t have you dragging our lovely wife into your depraved acts now. I saw how Y/N’s words affected you.” The Radio Demon placed his past self on the bed beside you, staring at the couple, “Our darling Doe doesn’t belong in Hell. I would like to keep it that way.”

He vanished with the moonlight.

[celestemona]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒

and how they deal with their children and domestic life.

pairing: dad & husband! wriothesley, lyney and neuvillette x fem! reader.

cw: original characters, slightly ooc to fit the plot, domesticity, fluff. pregnant reader is mentioned to introductions but not too elaborated. not beta read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

kazuha’s part. | part. ii

WRIOTHESLEY

If outsiders had once been intimidated by the Duke's mere reputation, the announcement of your pregnancy elevated that fear to an entirely new level. The very mention of Wriothesley’s name was enough to unsettle even the bravest of men.

It was no surprise, really—Wriothesley’s demeanor during those months was enough to terrify anyone. He was often seen patrolling the corridors of the Fortress of Meropide with a perpetual frown and clenched fists, as if prepared for battle at a moment's notice. New prisoners, who already dreaded the idea of crossing paths with the Duke, now did everything in their power to avoid his gaze entirely.

What they didn’t know, however, was that beneath the icy exterior, Wriothesley was a bundle of nerves. The mask of aloofness he wore so convincingly was the only defense he knew against the overwhelming fear brewing in his soul.

Fortunately for everyone in the prison, including Wriothesley himself, you were there—attentive, reassuring, and endlessly confident. Your steady presence and unwavering support helped him find calm amidst his storm of insecurities. With your encouragement, he overcame his fears and finally allowed himself to celebrate the arrival of his son.

When that day came, even the guards seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. They silently thanked you, the Duchess, for the sudden shift in their boss. You merely winked in acknowledgment, sharing the unspoken understanding.

Little Cameron’s entry into the world was far from smooth, arriving during one of the most tumultuous times for your family and Fontaine alike. Your own health had been fragile during the pregnancy, leaving you weak and bedridden despite Sigewinne’s best efforts. To make matters worse, the political upheaval in Fontaine added layers of stress and uncertainty.

Wriothesley’s fear of losing both you and the baby loomed large, but deep down, he knew better than to underestimate you. His wife was nothing if not resilient. He held onto that faith as tightly as he held onto you.

Thankfully, Wriothesley’s faith was not misplaced. Against all odds, both you and Cameron emerged victorious from the harrowing ordeal of his birth.

“Please don’t scare me like that again,” Wriothesley said, his voice trembling with residual fear. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you both.”

“You really need to start giving me more credit, Wrio,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Your wife is far too stubborn to let herself be beaten by anything, even illness.”

Though Wriothesley had his doubts about fatherhood—his own troubled upbringing having left deep scars—he turned out to be an incredible father. His gentle affection was boundless, and not only you, but the entire Fortress of Meropide began to notice a softer side blossoming in him.

That didn’t mean he let his guard down completely. As the prison's director, he remained unwavering in his enforcement of the laws and its administration.

Still, it was a sight both comforting and amusing to see Wriothesley patrolling the production zones or administrative areas with a baby carrier strapped to his chest. Cameron, a tiny replica of his father, sat calmly nestled against him. Of course, no one dared to comment on the endearing scene, much less approach the new father uninvited.

Cameron, for his part, was a remarkably calm baby. Rarely fussy, he spent most of his time quietly observing his surroundings, his icy blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. Wriothesley found this trait endlessly fascinating and would often spend hours simply watching his son’s inquisitive nature at work.

You and Wriothesley were a seamless team when it came to parenting, balancing your responsibilities to both Cameron and the Fortress of Meropide. When Wriothesley was busy with his duties, Cameron was perfectly content in your care. Likewise, when you were called to perform your job as an interrogator, Wriothesley often retreated to his office with Cameron sitting on his lap. There, father and son would share quiet moments—Wriothesley sipping his tea, Cameron clutching a toy as he mimicked his father’s serious demeanor.

Like every first-time parent, Wriothesley experienced the highs and lows of fatherhood. Some nights, his past demons would awaken him, flooding his mind with fears of inadequacy. But those fears always dissolved as he watched Cameron grow—celebrating his son’s milestones, witnessing his small successes, and marveling at the honorable young man he was becoming.

In those moments, Wriothesley knew he had done well, that there was nothing to fear.

“Well, since we have nothing to fear,” you said one evening, a playful glint in your eye, “I suppose it’s time for me to announce that I’m pregnant again, huh?”

LYNEY

Lyney liked to believe that even if you hadn’t met in this life, your souls would have found each other in another. Even if you belonged to different worlds, the thread of fate that bound you both would transcend time and space, drawing you together. It felt as though an invisible red string—one only the two of you could see—connected you, weaving a tale written by destiny itself. For Lyney, it was undeniable that the stars had aligned perfectly to lead him to you.

The love he held for you was unconditional, unwavering, and unshakeable—an immutable truth in the fabric of his universe. But that certainty deepened, expanded, and transformed the day you gave him the greatest gifts of his life: your twin babies, Quentin and Corinne.

Everyone in Fontaine already knew Lyney was a devoted husband. From the earliest days of your relationship, he had made your connection known, never shy about showcasing his affection for you, whether privately or in public. When your pregnancy was announced, his pride only grew. His characteristic smile became brighter, his steps more buoyant, as he walked through the streets of the hydro nation with you by his side, radiating joy and treating you as if you were the most precious treasure in the world—much to your delight.

His affection for you remained unchanged during your pregnancy, but now it was accompanied by an even greater attentiveness.

Lyney anticipated your needs and desires before you could voice them, always eager to ensure your comfort. His innate talent for understanding people made him not only a caring husband but also, as you would soon discover, an exceptional father.

And exceptional was truly an understatement.

You had only ever seen Lyney’s tears once—on your wedding day, when his eyes glistened with barely restrained emotion. That changed with the arrival of the twins. As he cradled his newborn children for the first time, tears streamed freely down his cheeks, his voice trembling as he whispered, “They look so much like you. They’re beautiful.”

Indeed, Quentin and Corinne inherited almost all their features from you, save for Lyney’s striking violet, cat-shaped eyes. Far from being disappointed, Lyney was overjoyed—he believed no one in the world was as beautiful as you, and he was delighted to see that reflected in his children.

Fatherhood transformed Lyney into an even more devoted man. Despite the challenges of balancing his duties with the House of Hearth and his magic performances, often requiring him to travel far from home, Lyney rose to the occasion with grace. He made it a priority to support you, especially during the sleepless nights. Whether it was feeding, changing diapers, or comforting a fussy baby in the early hours, Lyney was always there, sharing the responsibilities of parenthood without hesitation.

From the start, it was clear that Quentin and Corinne had distinct personalities. Quentin’s boundless energy reminded Lyney of his own enthusiasm, while Corinne’s calm, quiet demeanor mirrored Lynette’s. Lyney adored them both equally, cherishing the moments when Quentin’s giggles filled the air or when Corinne snuggled into his embrace for a nap.

While Lyney relished the thought of showing off his children to the world, he prioritized their privacy while they were young and vulnerable. He kept his family close, shielding you and the twins under his protective wing while teaching them to care for each other and grow into independent individuals.

Magic and illusions were constants in your household, with Lyney delighting in performing small tricks for the twins. Their wide-eyed reactions and gleeful laughter were the highlights of his days. As they grew, Lyney made it clear that his love and support were unconditional. No matter what paths Quentin and Corinne chose to walk, he would be their greatest supporter.

Though Lyney sometimes feared that the world might dim the sparkle in their eyes, he vowed to do everything in his power to protect their innocence. His actions, words, and unwavering love ensured that they knew, every single day, just how deeply he cared.

NEUVILLETTE

In the beginning, it was a surprise for the people of Fontaine to see their reserved and dignified Iudex walking through the capital’s streets at your side. That shock only deepened a few years after your marriage, when the front page of The Steambird featured you with a slightly rounded belly, accompanied by an exclusive interview about your career and personal life. The issue flew off the shelves, with sales as abundant as the waters surrounding the hydro nation. Charlotte, ever the savvy journalist, wasn’t the least bit surprised—Fontaineians, after all, had an insatiable appetite for juicy gossip.

While the interview revealed little to sate the public’s curiosity, it didn’t stop them from spinning wild and absurd theories about your life. You, of course, found their speculation amusing and even played into it for your own entertainment. Neuvillette, however, didn’t share your sense of humor. Rumors about his supposed "lack of sensitivity" or imagined scandals involving his name often resulted in rainclouds replacing Fontaine's sunny skies.

The truth, hidden from prying eyes, was that you and Neuvillette had been planning to start a family for quite some time. However, the uncertainties surrounding his draconic heritage made the journey a cautious one. Neuvillette’s greatest fear was putting your health and safety at risk for a selfish dream. It was only after much reassurance, support, and medical guidance from Sigewinne that the two of you felt confident enough to take the leap. The result? The arrival of your beloved daughter, Éveline.

To say Neuvillette was a helicopter husband during your pregnancy would be an understatement. His meticulous care and constant attention, though rooted in love, sometimes left you feeling smothered. His devotion to even the smallest details, while appreciated, occasionally pushed your patience to its limits. Yet, when the time came, and you saw him cradling your newborn daughter in his arms, all the frustrations melted away.

At that moment, Neuvillette revealed a side of himself you had never seen before—a serene, passionate love that only his daughter could inspire.

Fatherhood, unsurprisingly, suited him perfectly.

In those early days, he rarely left Éveline’s side, instinctively anticipating her every need. Whether it was his centuries of caring for the Melusines or simply his natural instincts as a father, Neuvillette’s devotion was unwavering, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Éveline inherited much of your physical appearance but unmistakably carried Neuvillette’s draconic traits, including his calm yet commanding personality.

Unsurprisingly, Neuvillette was fiercely protective of your daughter, allowing only a select few to meet her during her first months. His philosophy was simple: love meant protecting, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her.

One secret you cherished—shared only through photos and private moments—was Neuvillette’s tendency to transform into his draconic form during his rare nights off. The sight of his massive dragon figure curled protectively around tiny Éveline as she slept was enough to melt your heart. Though she was growing older, these tender moments continued, with Neuvillette showing no signs of wanting to let go of such precious rituals.

Neuvillette’s love for his daughter was evident in his every action. Though a man of few words, his affection was shown through countless gestures, whether it was a comforting hug, a gentle pat on the head, or quiet moments spent together. Under his guidance, Éveline grew up in an environment filled with warmth, where affection was as natural as breathing.

Even with the immense responsibilities of his role as Fontaine’s Chief Justice, Neuvillette made sure to be present for every milestone in Éveline’s life. Patiently and lovingly, he guided her, teaching her to become a person of integrity, fairness, and a noble heart. Through it all, his devotion as a father shone brighter than any duty or title—a testament to the boundless love he held for his family.

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a/n: i intended to rewrite kazuha's part, delete his solo post and add it here but it'd be very troublesome because some people has read already. even though i wished to let it all together i'll let it like the way it is already. furthermore, i don't know if it's gonna turn into a series since my will to write disappears as fast as it appears. but if so, i'll only write for these four men.

please let me know if there are any mistakes ;)

edited: nov/2024

[tiredstudents]

Hello everyone, it's me.

Sorry I have not been on much, I have been extremely busy with work and had not had that much time to come on. I am writing this because I was to inform everyone that I'm goin on hiatus. Tumblr just has not been fun for me recently and was feeling like a chore. So I've decided to put all my blogs on hiatus. I might come back at some point but I do not know when.

I am sorry for any new followers, and for those of whom I own replies. I am deleting all current threads.

I am on Discord though and I do roleplay there more these days. So if you want my Discord just IM me.

Thank you for everything.

Draco.

[studentshaul]

Inbox call for new characters!

416

UMP45

Executioner

Dreamer

Destroyer

AN-94

Specify muse and who for.

[adventuringhaul]

Inbox call for the RPG meme

Like this and I'll invade your inbox, please specify who you want the stuff for, it can be for more then one muse.

[kwnnies]

apartment no.17 - 부승관

summary: moving to a new apartment seemed like an exciting thing, a breath of fresh air maybe; only then your peace is disturbed by the likes of an old friend and his extremely attractive roommate.

words: 7.8k

warnings: jeonghan, a few swear words, maybe a tad bit ooc? that's it i think

a/n: i'm a bit skeptical about the quality of this but!!! my friend liked it so that means it's not as bad as i think ^w^

‘i’ll finally experience some peace the moment i move out’ turned out to be the biggest lie you have ever told, and you’ve learned this the hard way.

it seemed almost too perfect, you thought. finally moving out of your family home with one of your closest friends, finding a spacious apartment not that far away from your workplace, said apartment not costing a ton of money so that you could actually live without worrying about making ends meet. two separate bedrooms, a closet big enough to fit all of your wardrobe and boxes full of sentimental things you just couldn’t throw away no matter how much you tried, even a nice view outside the windows. with the money you’ve saved up, it would be a waste not to buy it.

there had to be a catch somewhere, though. and, as it turned out, the catch in question lived right across from you, in apartment no. 17.

you looked over to umji, who tried her best not to react as yet another round of loud screams and laughter erupted from the other side of the wall, a soft sigh leaving her lips as she flipped through the pages of the book, fixing her hair so that it wouldn’t get in the way. it’s been this way for three hours already - noises growing louder and louder with each hour, much to your dismay. for a split second you thought that maybe a family with kids lived there; which would’ve been at least understandable, as children often tend to have problems with controlling their volume. but you also remembered umji mentioning how no kids live on the same floor as the two of you.

you raised your hands towards your head, fingers gently massaging your temples as if to try and stop the gnawing headache which has slowly been growing in intensity for the past thirty minutes. the noise was all too unbearable; and the slight buzz from the two glasses of wine you shared with your friend before didn’t seem to help either.

umji could only observe as you slowly stood up from the couch, annoyance gracing every inch of your face as you marched towards the door with an amount of energy that seemed way too big for a late hour like this. a second passed and you were out of your shared apartment, knocking- no, banging on the door across from you.

the door opened slowly, noises which were muffled by the walls now out in full glory, and you were met with with three pairs of dark brown eyes staring you up and down with curiosity and confusion, one of them quickly turning around to hush what seemed to be the rest of their friends with a loud yell. but it wasn’t him you payed most attention to.

it was the man right in front of him, his face a bit too familiar for your liking.

‘you have to be kidding me,’ you mumbled, a deep sigh leaving your lips as the man erupted into laughter, you following soon after.

yoon jeonghan.

if there was one thing you would’ve never expected, it would be to, in your adult life, neighbor with the same exact man you lived next to as a child, back when you still learned how to ride a bike with no extra wheels, said boy boasting about already being able to do it while riding alongside you (even though he was three years older than you, so it should come as no surprise that he acquired said skills much earlier), laughing each time you fell down. you loved him the same way one loves their siblings; you knew you could rely on him throughout the entirety of your childhood and teenage years, you knew you could come to him for reassurance or advice, which he would give you after a few minutes of making fun if your situation. safe to say he was like an older brother you never had.

although you still kept in touch with him well into your adult life, meeting occasionally with the limited time you had on your hands, you weren’t as close as before. and although you sometimes missed having him next door, you would’ve never expected for it to be true again.

the universe must’ve been really bored to orchestrate this.

‘missed me so much you had to stalk me down to my apartment?’ his words had that familiar sting of teasing to them and you realized that he hasn’t changed all that much throughout the years.

‘even worse’ you replied, trying to keep yourself from smiling at your friend as a little crowd started forming around jeonghan, some of his friends gathering around with curiosity as to what was happening. the music in the back got turned off for a second. ‘i actually live across from you. and i think the first thing i’ll have to do is file a noise complaint, my lovely neighbour.’

he smiled, almost proud of the snarky tone of your words, the tone that you obviously inherited from him. if inheriting traits from people you’re not related to was even possible, he thought.

‘we’ll keep it down’ he said, laughing at the surprise on your face as you thought of just how quick he agreed. no sly replies, no tricks. ‘but you’re coming over tomorrow evening. we have a lot of catching up to do.’

a sigh left your lips, knowing that trying to say no to his offer would be pointless - he’d end up making you come either way.

‘only if you provide me with some good wine.’

you kept your promise - showing up in front of the apartment no. 17 yet again, which would soon become almost a habit for you, this time in a far better mood than yesterday. this situation was all too convenient, as umji mentioned something about wanting to invite a guy she’s been seeing over to the apartment, and you weren’t exactly sure whether you wanted to be there for that or not. knowing your friend, you’d rather be out.

jeonghan seemed not to change almost at all; he was still the same boy you knew as a child, with the exact same personality and sense of humor. although you had to admit he was way more mature now, which wasn’t surprising - after all he was an adult now.

‘oh, i also forgot to mention’ jeonghan said between small sips of wine. ‘seungkwan should be back in like ten minutes, so he’ll probably join us.’

you tilted your head slightly, as if trying to assess whether you had any knowledge of someone of that name. jeonghan seemed to catch that as he put his glass down on the table.

‘one of my friends. he lives here.’ he explained shortly.

‘there’s someone in this world who can tolerate living with you? that’s surprising.’

jeonghan let out a chuckle, reaching for the bottle to pour you another drink. as if on cue, the two of you heard a shift of the keys outside the apartment, the door opening in one swift move as a young, brown-haired man entered the apartment, reaching up to get the bangs out of his eyes as he closed the door with the other hand.

he was wearing a black tee and shorts, a sports bag thrown over his shoulder. he was probably back from some sort of training - which you didn’t need to be sherlock holmes to deduce - and by what he was carrying you figured he played badminton. but that wasn’t exactly what you paid most attention to.

jeonghan’s roommate was cute.

extremely so.

‘talk of the devil’ jeonghan muttered. his eyes darted to your face for a second, then back to seungkwan’s. ‘i’ve told you about y/n before, haven’t i? my amazing and definitely not annoying childhood neighbor.’

seungkwan nodded as he took off his shoes, stepping further into the apartment and stopping right in front of you. he offered you a warm smile as he reached out his hand, and you swore you almost melted right then and there.

‘sorry for being so loud yesterday,’ he said almost immediately. you focused on the softness of his voice rather than the statement itself, finding it surprisingly pleasant. ‘it’s hard to not be loud when you have thirteen grown and drunk men roaming around your living room.’

you laughed at his words. cute and funny. noted.

‘the downsides of a big friend group. i can imagine.’

‘not that you’d know anything about that’ jeonghan’s voice echoed from beside you, and you didn’t have to face him to see the smirk on his face. it was almost imprinted in your memory by now.

‘i have friends, jeonghan. if you’re curious enough to check, one of them is probably getting dicked down in my apartment right now.’

seungkwan cackled quietly, trying to cover up his sudden laughter with a cough but failing to do so. his smile dropped, however, once he noticed a small detail that he hasn’t registered before.

‘is that- yoon jeonghan, is that my wine?’

jeonghan’s lips curved up into a sly smile and it was enough for the younger man to know the answer.

‘yah! i told you not to drink it, i wanted to save it for a special occasion!’ he said dramatically, as if he was in a scene of some k-drama. watching the situation unfold, you couldn’t help but giggle. ‘how could you betray me like that?’

jeonghan shrugged, standing up to pat his friend on the shoulders. he shot him an annoyed glare.

‘don’t bitch about it, i’ll buy you a new one.’

‘that one was from italy.’ he whined, his expression changing into a pout as he turned towards his room. ‘and i had it hidden in my room, too! you truly are a devil, yoon jeonghan.’

you let out a laugh at the scene in front of you, your eyes lingering on seungkwan as he entered his room and closed the door behind him. the moment it closed, jeonghan was already facing you, his signature smirk gone.

‘you were giving him the eyes.’ he muttered, tilting his head slightly. you pretended to ignore his comment, as if you had no idea what he could possibly mean, but jeonghan knew you better than anyone; of course he’d notice that you’ve found his roommate attractive.

‘what, can’t let a girl dream a little?’ you said, putting your wine glass down on the table. maybe it was because you were slightly tipsy, but you didn’t notice straight away that jeonghan was now completely serious.

‘y/n,’ he said silently, almost as if he was disappointed to have to be the bearer of bad news. ‘he’s taken.’

oh.

oh.

and so almost a year has passed, and you powered through it, trying to ignore your feelings to your best ability. you got to know your neighbors and their friends - mainly soonyoung and dokyeom, a bit better - which, unfortunately for you, only fueled your crush on seungkwan. it was still a secret, though; a secret which you have now shared with jeonghan and umji, as it was inevitable that your amazing roommate would find out sooner or later. she was also no stranger to the boo seungkwan from apartment no. 17. as it turned out, they worked at the same place and have been colleagues even before you moved here.

what a small world it is.

by default, you were also introduced to seungkwan’s girlfriend, and the fact that she was the sweetest girl you’ve ever met in your life made your blood boil. she was the epitome of perfection; not a flaw in sight, easily likeable, perfectly matching seungkwan’s dramatic personality. it was as if they were tailor made for eachother. everyone adored her.

well, maybe except jeonghan. and you, but you weren’t so outright about it.

you always trusted jeonghan’s judgement about other people: after all, he’s been right time and time again. even back at school, he could always clearly tell when someone’s intentions weren’t good, he always saw clearly through anyone’s bullshit. it’s like he had some sort of sixth sense, used solely to sniff out whether someone was a good person or not.

‘i can’t pinpoint it exactly, but i don’t trust her one bit.’ he said one day, during your weekly meetups, plopping on your couch with a bottle of beer in hand. ‘i know that they’ve been dating for like, what, six months now? but there’s something fishy about their relationship. it’s like it’s all too good to be true.’

now you were seated between jeonghan and wonwoo, laughter erupting inside the living room of your friend’s apartment as soonyoung recalled one of his many embarrassing stories from when he was still studying to become a dance instructor. mingyu and umji were sitting at the kitchen counter, preparing some intricate dish that mingyu wanted to try out on his friends, while dokyeom and seungkwan were trying their hardest to convince chan to join them in singing karaoke. weren’t it for the fact that apartment no. 17 was the only used apartment on this floor other than your own, you would’ve probably got a noise complaint long ago.

but you’ve grown to appreciate the chaos that ensued whenever you met up with jeonghan’s friends. not only did they accept you as part of the group almost immediately, meeting up with them also meant being able to see seungkwan; even if it wasn’t going to lead to anything, which of course it wouldn’t (you aren’t a homewrecker, after all). they were definitely a very interesting bunch - sometimes you wondered how did it happen that all of them even became friends, given how different they were from each other. maybe that was just the key to a good friend group.

you heard mingyu groan in annoyance, a displeased look on his face.

‘we’re out of alcohol. anyone sober enough to go to the store?’ he said, closing the fridge as he turned towards the group. you knew what was coming, given that you haven’t had a drink yet, so you stood up from the couch almost on impulse.

‘i’ll go. none of you are eligible to drive in this state anyways.’ you mumbled as you headed towards the door, already crouching down to put on your shoes. ‘any special wishes on the specifics of the drinks?’

you’ve got a few answers, ranging from beer to the ‘strongest thing you can find’, which made you cackle a little considering that it was soonyoung's request (and you all knew that he was a lightweight, no doubt).

‘wait,’ you heard jeonghan say the moment you reached for the door, opening it slightly. you turned your head towards the man, and by the look on his face, you already knew he was planning something.

‘take seungkwan with you.’

you sighed, praying no one had noticed your reaction as seungkwan made his way towards you, seemingly ready to go. you shot jeonghan a knowing stare; if looks could kill, he would’ve been dead by now. he only laughed.

the fact that seungkwan was in a relationship didn’t stop jeonghan from putting you in situations where you had to spend one-on-one time with him. why? you figured it was to taunt you; as he liked, no, loved doing it to all his friends when the opportunity arose. your crush on his roommate was a perfect excuse to do just that.

you quickly grabbed the car keys from your apartment as seungkwan waited for you in front of the elevator. when you finally joined him and the two of you went inside, the automatic doors closing behind you, you could immediately feel the silence taking over.

boo seungkwan was far from a quiet person. all of his friends said he was the biggest extrovert among the thirteen, and it was easy to see. he was always the life of the party; entertaining everyone around him, cracking jokes left and right, always willing to talk with everyone no matter the topic, always ready to lend a helping hand when in need. everyone who ever had a chance to met him had the very same opinion of him - he was an amazing, sweet, loveable guy.

and yet somehow when the two of you were alone it was completely different.

it’s like there was an invisible wall between the two of you, something blocking a normal conversation from flowing naturally. it did make you a little disappointed every time you thought about it, although you have long given up the hope of building a closer connection with boo seungkwan the moment jeonghan informed you of his relationship status. maybe your crush was supposed to stay just that - a fleeting feeling unable to bloom into something more.

the entire drive to the store was silent; you could only hear the music coming playing at a low volume, seungkwan humming the melody occasionally. throughout the entire drive you couldn’t shake off the feeling of seungkwan watching you; you didn’t dare turn towards him, too focused on the road. you shifted your focus from seungkwan to the shopping you were about to do. you were lucky that the nearest supermarket was still open at this hour. thank god to whoever thought of making stores open 24/7.

you parked right next to the entrance, both of you swiftly making your way inside the store. still, no words were exchanged as you walked around, trying to find the alcohol aisle before seungkwan finally caught a glimpse of it at the end of the store, taking the lead as he pushed the cart in the right direction.

‘how much do we actually plan on buying?’ you were almost startled seungkwan’s voice, the man finally starting a conversation with you as the two of you stood in front of the alcohol aisle, eyeing the various bottles displayed on the shelves. you thought about the answer for a second, turning your head towards the boy.

‘enough for all of them to be satisfied, but not enough to let soonyoung throw up in the kitchen sink yet again.’ you said, recalling the unpleasant memory. ‘that shit was a nightmare to clean.’

seungkwan chuckled quietly, that warm smile you adored so much appearing on his face, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer.

‘noted.’

before he could reach for the beer bottles on top of the shelves, he heard his phone buzzing, reaching into his pocket to check who it could’ve been. you’ve assumed it would probably be one of your friends, their patience running thin as they wanted their drinks to arrive as soon as possible - but you were proven otherwise once you noticed his reaction.

upon seeing the contact name, which you didn’t catch, flash on his screen, seungkwan’s demeanour immediately shifted. you could visibly see him tense up, fingers almost immediately clicking ‘ignore’ as his smile fell for just a split second. he quickly regained his composure, though, his lips curving up yet again, softer and less convincing this time. you decided not to ask him about it; if he wanted to, he would tell you himself. but your mind couldn’t stop itself from wondering.

you pushed those thoughts aside for the time being. right now you had to focus on getting the alcohol to jeonghan’s apartment - or else you would have all your friends sending you death wishes.

you tried to stay out of other people’s business, you really did. but with a roommate and best friend as nosy as umji, it was almost impossible to do so.

it was genuinely impressive how much she knew about other people’s lives - you could say she was your own personal gretchen wieners, providing you with gossip and drama whether you asked for it or not. an old colleague was getting married? she knew. your ex situationship fumbled another girl? she knew. that one professor from your college turned out to have a romance with one of his students? she made sure it was the first thing she told you after entering the apartment. so when you opened the door after work and saw her face almost buzzing with excitement, you knew that something interesting must’ve happened.

‘good information for you, not so good for the man of your dreams’ she said, motioning for you to close the door, as she turned her head towards you instantly. ‘i have reasons to believe seungkwan broke up with his girlfriend. scratch that - i know they broke up.’

you didn’t know whether you should jump with excitement or feel bad for your neighbour. instead, you just gave umji the look.

elaborate or else i might explode.

‘she came to our workplace today. i was just finishing some paperwork when i saw him storm off to the bathroom like he was trying to hide from someone. cue a few seconds later and she’s there, all dolled up, somehow even more than usual, listening to mingyu’s poor attempt at convincing her that he was sick and had to clock out early or something.’

umji sat down on the couch, running a hand through her hair.

‘my take is,’ she continued as she got comfortable ‘she did something to betray his trust really bad, and now she’s trying to get him back while he very clearly doesn’t want to and is avoiding her like crazy.’

‘aren’t you two friends?’ you said, reaching for the glass of water you left at the coffee table. ‘you could just ask him, you know.’

you knew that breakups were a really vulnerable thing. still, you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting to know the full story - the tiny glint of hope was still there in the back of your head. you felt bad for thinking like that, but unfortunately, curiosity got the better of you.

‘oh, i didn’t, but mingyu did. from what i overheard, he said that it’s a little complicated and that’s why he doesn't want to bring it up to his friends.’

you let out a chuckle, finding it amusing just how selfless your friend was with the snooping around.

‘well, no wonder. he’ll never hear the end of it if jeonghan finds out. he’s been skeptical about her from the very beginning and-‘

‘holy shit!’ umji squealed looking at her phone, making you jump in surprise at the sudden loud sound. she quickly stood up from her seat, running off to her room. ‘i’m late! okay, i would love to sit here and chit chat with you, you know i would right? but i have to leave in like thirty seconds or else i might be late to my date. love you, bye!’

you didn’t even have enough time to process what she said before she was out the door, leaving only silence (and a dirty dinner plate) behind her. a chuckle left your lips. classic umji.

you shot her a quick text of ‘stay safe and call me if anything goes wrong’ and stretched out, thinking of what to do now that you were left with this information alone, with no one around to talk about it with. so you did what everyone would do.

you were in front of jeonghan’s door in no time, a soft knock as you waited for him to open. you were ready to blurt out the entire formula of ‘you were right again’, following that with the explanation of the entire ordeal, but you were glad you held it in.

boo seungkwan opened the door, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he saw you standing in front of him. he must’ve just gotten out of the shower - his hair was still wet and a little messy, and you had to for yourself not to stare at him too much.

‘oh, hi’ you said quietly, somehow not expecting him to be the one to open the door for you, even though he lived in this apartment just as much as your best friend. ‘is jeonghan here?’

seungkwan shook his head, a soft smile on his lips.

‘you just missed him. he went out like half an hour ago to discuss some work stuff with seungcheol.’

‘oh, i won’t bother you then-‘

‘you’re not bothering me’ he said quickly, words blurted out faster than soonyoung when he tried to showcase his rapping skills after two beers and some whiskey. ‘you can come in. if you want to, of course. i’m actually quite bored so if you have nothing else to do then it would be nice to have some company.

you never complied so fast.

seungkwan suggested ordering some take out, complaining about how his stomach has been empty for the last few hours, and you were happy to agree to his suggestion, quickly agreeing on the food and opting for the most cliche way of spending time together; watching a movie.

you’ve (barely) managed to talk him into putting on one of the final destination movies, despite his many protests (which sounded like a child trying his best to persuade his mother not to go to the doctor). you convinced him it ‘wasn’t that scary’.

seungkwan was hiding behind a pillow before the movie even started.

‘oh come on, i’ve only explained the plot! the movie hasn’t even started yet.’ you whined, trying not to laugh at seungkwan’s displeased expression. ‘you’re just being dramatic.’

‘and you’re trying to make me have a heart attack so you can have your precious best friend jeonghan all to yourself.’ he said, his words muffled by the pillow on his face. the scene was almost comedic, you thought, deciding to torment him a bit more.

‘at least it’s not the one where a guy’s insides get sucked in by a pool’s draining system and then they get sprayed put everywhere-‘

‘can’t we watch cocomelon instead?’

you chuckled slightly, plopping down onto the couch, right next to seungkwan.

‘if you’ll get too scared, i’ll consider it.’

he finally complied with the most dramatic sigh you have ever heard in your life, the sound in itself making you giggle yet again. seungkwan kept clutching the pillow in his hands as the movie began, ready to use it to cover his eyes at all times, shooting you a glare each time you held up your laugh at his reactions.

after around twenty minutes or so, seungkwan’s phone started blowing up.

at first you thought it was his friends; you were after all aware of the infamous group chat with his twelve friends that would blow up with hundreds of messages due to the sheer amount of people in it.

but seungkwan’s expression changed to a displeased look, and this time it wasn't because of the movie.

his eyes kept moving from the tv screen to his phone, a small, almost inaudible sigh following each. in result, you watched as seungkwan finally put his phone on mute, standing up so he can leave it somewhere out of his view.

‘everything okay?’ you asked quietly as you noticed him sit back down, his mood slightly changed. seungkwan looked over to you, his face expression changing to a smile.

‘yeah. it’s just,’ he hesitated for a little, as if deciding on whether he should confide in you with this information or not. after a short pause, he decided to continue. ‘my ex won’t stop bugging me, you know? well, i suppose you do know already.’

you tilted your head slightly, as if not understanding what he meant.

‘umji isn’t really slick with her eavesdropping, you know.’ he mumbled. ‘and knowing her, she’d probably yap to you first.’

well, he wasn’t wrong.

‘sorry for that.’

‘don’t be. it’s not your fault.’

‘can i ask what happened?’

seungkwan let out a small chuckle, his eyes darting away towards his hands.

‘we started dating- well, fake dating first because she tried to get rid of a guy that wouldn’t stop bugging her. i felt bad for her, and i wasn’t interested in anyone at the time, so i agreed to it.’ the movie seemed to be forgotten already, your attention solely on seungkwan and the story he was telling.

seungkwan seemed like the person who would agree to a fake dating situation out of pure pity; his friends often mentioned how he’s too nice for his own good, and you couldn’t disagree. he was always extremely empathetic towards others, and as much as you viewed it as a strength, at times it was the exact opposite.

‘it wasn’t all that bad; she’s sweet, funny and all, but i thought we agreed on it being just a deal that would last for no more than a year. but when that weird guy finally stopped bugging her and i tried to call things off, suddenly she would find every excuse imaginable to keep me next to her for longer. she wouldn’t even listen to me when i tried to give her my reasoning! the only thing that i could do was to just try and ignore her. unfortunately for me, she knows where i work. and even worse: where i live. i’m surprised she hasn’t tried to come down here yet. except for leaving multiple letters in our mailbox downstairs. then there’s also calling and texting me every day and-‘

‘is she a psycho or something?’

seungkwan chuckled.

‘yeah. insane girls dig me, i guess.’ he fixed his hair, a few strands sticking to his forehead. ‘unfortunately for her, i like someone else.’

oh.

seungkwan’s confession definitely caught you off guard, but it has also made you extremely curious of the details. of course, there were a few possibilities of how this situation would unfold:

1. the, at least in your opinion, less possible one - the mystery girl that seungkwan mentioned turns out to be you, cue a sweet love confession and living happily ever after with three dogs two cats and jeonghan (because he is part of the package, unfortunately)

2. it’s a different girl, and upon finding out you will drown in agony yet again, having to listen to him talk about someone he likes while being painfully aware that it’ll never be you.

you thought of what to say next, weighing the options while taking into consideration the possible outcomes as fast as you could, trying not to let the silence between you and seungkwan linger for too long. the most logical approach would probably be not to ask, slowly changing the topic of the conversation to avoid any awkwardness from both sides. but logic, as it often was the case with you, got quickly swept aside by a wave of curiosity.

‘oh really? i wonder who that could be.’

you tried to sound chill, and you prayed to god that seungkwan didn’t notice the slight change in the pitch of your voice as you spoke. he averted his gaze yet again, eyes falling down to the floor, all of a sudden very interested in the rug that has been in that same place for over two years now.

‘well, i guess i can tell you.’ he mumbled, and you swore you’ve never seen him this shy before. you always believed seungkwan to be the loud, extrovert type who’s always extremely outspoken and draws attention all the time: and you mostly weren’t wrong. but behind that was a different side of him, one that you wouldn’t see often. a side much more vulnerable, much more calm, almost as if he switched personalities with someone else.

seungkwan cleared his throat, turning his head to face you with a small smile. he scooted a bit closer, as if to tell you a secret, and only then have you noticed how close to him were you sitting, arms gently brushing against each other, faces closer than ever before. you could almost feel his breath on your skin, the entire situation making your face flush with a light shade of pink that you hoped seungkwan hasn’t noticed.

you expected him to explain who the mystery person was. what you didn't expect, however, was for boo seungkwan to lean in and kiss you.

in a different life you might've taken that as a sign of you finally getting your chance; kissing him back, getting your happy ending after months of unreciprocated feelings. and yet as much as you wanted to pull him closer, move towards him, your body betrayed you. you froze on the spot, paralyzed and unable to do anything other than sit there in utter shock, which alerted seungkwan to move back, a look full of panic and regret starting to appear.

the boy opened his mouth, eyes scanning your face. he was ready to say something, but the sound you were met with was surely far from his voice.

‘guess who’s back!’

yoon jeonghan.

you almost jumped at the sound, quickly followed by what seemed to be bottles clanking in the bag and seungcheol’s quiet greeting as he entered right behind your friend. jeonghan immediately sensed that something was happening upon noticing the displeased expression on your face and the slight flush on seungkwan’s ears; a detail that even you haven’t noticed. you turned towards the tv, ready to grab the remote and pause the movie, only to notice the end credits rolling. time sure flies fast.

‘weren’t the two of you supposed to discuss some work stuff?’ seungkwan asked awkwardly, hand motioning to the bag his friend set down on the kitchen counter, as if to suggest they were using work as an excuse to drink together yet again. jeonghan chuckled, opening one of the drawers to search for a bottle opener.

‘we finished early. sorry for interrupting your date, lovebirds.’ seungcheol couldn’t help but cackle at jeonghan’s comment. your face heated up almost immediately, head quickly turning towards seungkwan who was ready to deny his roommate’s claim, but jeonghan was faster. ‘don’t explain yourself, i don’t wanna know. join us for a drink, will you?’

the two of you complied, having no other choice, and even though you weren't the only ones in the room, you could feel the atmosphere change; seungkwan appeared more quiet, avoiding eye contact with you, almost as if he wasn't fully present in the conversation.

you couldn’t help but sigh, pulling out your phone to quickly answer notifications from umji, opening your chat with jeonghan to send him a short message, making your friend chuckle, his signature smirk appearing as he spotted the notification on his phone screen.

‘i hate you more than words can describe.’

umji hasn’t stopped laughing for five minutes.

‘oh, jeonghan really knows how to fuck with you two. it’s almost as if he did it all on purpose.’

‘you're focusing on the wrong thing, umji!’ you whined, turning to lay on her back, a displeased look on your face as you covered it with a pillow. ‘did you not hear me when i said that he kissed me? do i have to repeat myself again and be even more embarrassed? he kissed me, and i didn't even react- god, why did i not react at all?’

‘i did, don't whine. have you spoke to him since then? small talk doesn’t count.’ umji questioned as she plopped on the couch, laying down next to you. the grimace on your face only grew larger as you shook your head.

it’s been over three weeks since that evening and you and seungkwan haven’t exchanged a single word or text. you tried to blame it on the different work hours, the piles of paperwork you had and the time consuming team projects seungkwan had to deal with, but deep down you were aware that what happened has surely been at fault as well. despite your busy schedule, trying not to think about it was impossible.

if you bumped into each other on the elevator, seungkwan would politely meet you and practically sprint out the moment the doors opened. as time went by you noticed that he even started taking the stairs sometimes, giving the excuse of ‘getting more exercise’ when questioned about it by jeonghan. whenever someone mentioned going out for drinks or meeting at someone's house to spend some quality time together, seungkwan was either a no show or avoided you like the plague; it was an unbearable thing to experience, but you've learned to bottle it up so that you don't turn everyone's mood sour.

umji broke the silence, noticing your long lack of a verbal response.

‘to be perfectly honest, i think the two of you are just fucking stupid. well, him mostly, but you know what i mean.’

‘huh?’

the girl sighed.

‘you two clearly like each other.’ she explained, dragging you up to a sitting position. ‘instead of talking to each other and clearing things up, you tiptoe around it and pretend nothing has happened. and i can understand everything, truly, but he's acting like a high school girl avoiding her crush in the hallway. no offence, i love you both, but if you don’t corner him in some way and talk it out i will ask jeonghan to do it for you, and you know he will make a show out of it.’

‘you wouldn’t do that.’ you looked over to your friend, who shrugged in response.

‘desperate times call for desperate measures.’ she smiled innocently. ‘anyways, it’s your turn to do the laundry today, love. the basket isn’t going to get itself downstairs to the laundry room, you know.

upon hearing you groan, umji couldn’t help but crack a laugh. getting the laundry downstairs and then back to your apartment had to be on of your least favorite house chores to do despite not being as tiring as some of the others. you hated the laundry ever since you were young; maybe because you were always the one to do it in your house, taking a plastic chair from the garden to stand on so that you would even be able to hang the clothes to dry, or maybe because jeonghan tried his best to make you fall from said chair whenever possible, blaming it on the wind each time. as the two of you grew up he stopped his antics, but it was safe to say that upon any mention of the laundry your expression still turned into an almost comical grimace.

the laundry room in your apartment complex was located on the first floor, and so you opted for the only logical option; the elevator. while inside, you couldn’t help but think of seungkwan. maybe what umji was saying was right - maybe you should’ve just come up to him and talk instead of drowning in agony and waiting in your room. but then again, with how much he was avoiding you, it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

your thoughts were consumed by seungkwan at this point; about how to approach him again, how to tell him the truth about your feelings towards his. the universe had a funny way of working, though, and it certainly did not want to give you time to plan it out.

you saw his face first thing when the elevator door opened; here stood boo seungkwan in all of his glory, black shirt and shorts along with his all time favorite navy blue cap. you assumed he was back from a run by the outfit and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

seungkwan seemed just as surprised as you were, eyes darting away from your gaze instantly.

‘oh, hi-‘

‘could you help me carry the laundry?’ seungkwan was ready to greet you and leave it at that, but you didn’t give him the chance, cutting him off before he finished speaking. the man turned around, taking a quick look at you and the heavy-looking laundry basket in your hands, and the answer was obvious.

neither of you uttered a word throughout the walk, the silence between you absolutely unbearable; you could physically feel the weight of the words that haven’t been said for the past few weeks, hovering over you and making it impossible to function normally around one another.

seungkwan awkwardly put the basket down on the ground, right next to one of the many washing machines in the laundry room.

‘thank you.’ you offered him a smile, trying to soften the atmosphere at least a bit. a sense of relief washed over you when you saw him smile back; you missed that sight a lot during the past weeks, so, although it was a small thing considering the whole situation, it made you more joyful than you would like to admit.

he stood there for a few more seconds, unsure of what to do with himself before eventually turning back towards the door.

‘i should go back to my apartment now, i guess.’

seungkwan didn’t even manage to take three steps before he felt your hand on his arm, gripping it lightly.

‘wait.’ your voice was quiet as he turned around to face you, confused and curious at the same time. you took a deep breath as if to gain some more courage through it before you continued. ‘can we talk? about, you know, that evening-‘

‘ah, that!’ seungkwan’s demeanor changed visibly at the mention of that particular situation, an awkward laugh leaving his lips. ‘yeah, about that. i’m sorry for doing that, you know, kissing you and stuff, i should’ve told you that i like you first instead of acting up on it like a hormonal teenager and ruining the mood. it’s stupid, you can forget all of that really-‘

‘seungkwan.’

‘-and i can understand if you don’t feel the same way, you know? i didn’t want it to be awkward for you at the functions so i distanced myself a bit but it’s all good, we can still be friends if you don’t mind but then again i can totally understand it if you don’t want that to be the case-‘

‘boo seungkwan.’

‘what?’

before he knew it, your lips were on his.

seungkwan was definitely caught by surprise, and yet his hand instinctively went up to rest on your cheek as the other found its way to your waist, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. it felt as if the two of you were letting out all the tension from the past weeks; all the words which haven’t yet been said conveyed in one action. he felt your fingers running through his hair and he couldn’t help the low hum of satisfaction leaving his lips.

you were practically melting in his hands, trying to keep yourself from smiling as your lips worked swiftly against his, wanting to savor this moment forever, drowning in the pleasure of a simple kiss.

‘you said that it’s stupid and that i can forget all of it.’ you repeated his words, breaking the kiss for a quick gasp of air. ‘it wasn’t stupid. and i certainly do not want to forget it.’

seungkwan smiled, eyes sparkly, glimmering with a childlike joy and you swore he never looked more beautiful. he didn’t say anything; instead kissing you again, letting his actions do the talking for him.

‘this whole thing feels like a dream i’m going to wake up from in a second.’ he muttered in between kisses, not wanting to stop it just yet. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark.

‘should i pinch you so you find out?’ you mumbled, reaching for one of his hands and intertwining your fingers with his as you took a step back, smiling playfully at seungkwan, both of you visibly flushed.

‘nah. i think one more kiss will do the trick instead.’

‘are you sure you packed everything?’

you turned your head towards seungkwan who was anxiously pacing around the room and you. couldn’t help but chuckle. you smiled, getting up from your sitting position to approach him, a reassuring smile on your face.

‘a hundred percent sure.’

‘what about sunscreen? and toothpaste, have you packed toothpaste?’ seungkwan continued rambling as he stood in front of you, taking your hands in his. he was caught off guard by your sudden laugh, head tilting to the side. ‘what’s so funny?’

‘you’re cute, kwannie.’ you mumbled, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. ‘i have checked it a few times to see if i have packed everything, so you don’t have to worry. and even if it turns out we forgot something, we can buy it when we get there.’

seungkwan seemed more relaxed after hearing your words, lips curving up into a smile as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

‘you’ll have plenty of time for smooching and hugging and whatnot once we’re at our destination, lovebirds.’ jeonghan’s voice echoed from behind you, the man leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. ‘we have a plane to get to now, you know.’

you sighed dramatically, loosening the hug and eventually stepping out from your boyfriend’s personal space to go close your suitcase.

‘remind me, why are we taking you with us again?’ you asked, pretending to be annoyed with your friend’s presence.

‘because you both love me very dearly, obviously.’ jeonghan muttered, rolling his eyes, and you could hear seungkwan laughing behind you at his roommate’s statement. ‘also, me and seungkwan are a buy one get one free package. you signed up for that, so take it or leave it.’

‘sure, whatever tickles your fancy, jeonghan.’ you laughed, walking past him in the door. ‘remind me to find you a date so that you stop following us like a puppy.’

‘just call seungcheol up and the problem will be solved.’ seungkwan muttered, the three of you making your way to the elevator. jeonghan was ready to deny his friend’s words but he stopped himself, a sigh leaving his lips.

‘i introduced you two to each other and you make fun of me like that? you two are really something.’ his words earned a laugh from both you and seungkwan, which seemingly irked jeonghan up even more. ‘thank god i have perfect blackmail material for both of you.’

both you and seungkwan turned towards him at the same time, jeonghan’s signature evil-looking grin plastered to his face. the elevator doors opened and all three of you stepped inside with your luggage.

‘oh, and one more thing.’ you mentioned as the elevator stopped downstairs, ready to step out of it the moment the doors open. ‘since i’m driving, i’m choosing the playlist.’

the chaos that ensued after this statement could only make you laugh, seungkwan and jeonghan arguing over how your playlist is shit and it should be one of them who gets to control the aux, the discussion then drifting towards who’s going to be the passenger princess (as if the answer wasn’t obvious already). looking at the two of them bickering, you only thought one thing.

this is going to be a long, long drive.

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. father knows best . have the real me! series

in which a certain someone from ignihyde made a game called twisted wonderland with them in it, and you ended up ignoring the real them over their game self. how would they react?

featuring : malleus draconia, (cameo appearance: lilia, sebek, silver)

cw : gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, malleus almost destroys the school(not really), bad grammars and may be ooc

a/n : yaaaayyy, it's malleus' turn now!! i hope yall like this:3

there is a storm today.

earlier in the day, malleus was hanging out with you because you have been dying to show him your collection of his cards in the new game shroud made. and, being the good man he is, he agreed. the hangout was going so very well at first.

you were showing each of the cards you have of him and some of the other students too, and you were smiling ear to ear. really, malleus can't ask for anything better than that. but then, after a few minutes, you seem to be squealing every time his virtual self shows up on screen.

you don't even talk to him anymore.

so, he decided to leave you to your little game and quietly leave your room using a teleportation spell. when you turn back, he's no longer there, and you can hear a distant storm coming.

oh no. this is bad.

when malleus arrived at his dorm, he was striding through the halls with a scowl in his face. which was rare because he is not the type to show emotions much. each step seems heavier than the previous one, and the thunder seems to grow louder than before.

idia is dead meat if he meets malleus now.

because not even sebek or silver was brave enough to ask what was wrong, lilia was called upon to comfort the now sulking malleus. though, when he saw malleus, he laughed. he claims that malleus looks more like a pouting cat instead of an angry dragon.

which makes the storm worse. so, lilia coughs and sits on the couch besides malleus. "my, what has angered you? were you not invited to another meeting? ah, but if it's that, i would've known." he looks out the window, observing the storm outside. malleus then sighs heavily, which caught lilia's attention once again.

"is it childish if i had walked out from my 'date', as you had called it, just because they were playing on their device instead of talking to me?" malleus asks, looking at lilia with great sorrow, which makes lilia snort.

"pfft- ah, sorry. i mean, was that not the reason why they had called you over? you said that they were going to show you the new game they were fixated on, no?"

he hums, nodding at lilia's words. "well, yes, that is true ... at first. they were talking about it, and i was delighted to hear it all, but they gradually stopped talking to me and just squealed at the sight of me in their device. how could i not be angry?"

"hmm, that's true -" lilia's words were cut off by sebek. "THAT HUMAN! i knew they were bad for you, my liege! i shall tell them not to approach you from now on!" he yells, looking all serious. "sebek, there is no need for that, you know? this can all be solved by communicating your feelings, malleus!" lilia smiles brightly at him.

"communicating ...?" he tilts his head, pondering on lilia's words. "yes, that is right! tell them that you feel sad when they pay more attention to the game instead of you. im sure they will apologize."

"you're right ... i must thank you for your wisdom once more, lilia. i shall go ahead and come back to them." malleus then disappears into thin air, leaving lilia and sebek in the lounge. "ah ... young love, am i right?" lilia talks to himself, looking out at the window, where the storm has finally calmed down.

malleus finally came back to ramshackle. he suddenly materializes beside you, which scares you to death, but then you're relieved and immediately embrace him in your arms.

"mal! oh, im so sorry ... i didn't mean to ignore you! i messaged you, but my text didn't go through. i was about to go and run through the storm to come to diasomnia, you know ..."

malleus was surprised, but then he smiled. "it is fine now, beloved. i do not feel upset by it anymore. and my device is currently broken, so i couldn't text you back. i am also sorry about that. i really love you."

"no, dont apologize! it's my fault. im sorry, i love you too."

happy dragon great fortune

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[kykyonthemoon]

Rain On The Way Home

Zayne takes you home after an argument between the two of you.

ಇ. Zayne x Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags & warnings: since there's a bit spicy at the end I shall put 16+, MDNI here, fluff, short and sweet, kiss and make up, making out, argument, hurt/comfort, established relationship, character might be a bit ooc idk.

ಇ. Word count: ~1k9

ಇ. Based on a request by YNhi.

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Your lips were pursed tightly. Hands placed on your thighs were clenched so tightly that you could feel the nails digging into your skin. You did your hardest to keep back the tears that threatened to fall, but failed. Warm drops dripped on the back of your hands, and you brushed them away as soon as you noticed a familiar figure approaching from afar.

Zayne opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He did not glance at you or say anything. You turned entirely to face the window, observing the soft drizzle fall outside. All you wanted to do was kick the car door open, run out into the rain and scream your lungs out.

The atmosphere between the two of you had never been this stuffy. You could have left alone, but because your body was injured and your emotions were all over the place, you lacked the strength to oppose Zayne's decision. So you let him do anything he wanted. Perhaps that was best for both.

Just a second ago, you fought to reject him and ended up sitting here with bitterness in your heart, allowing him to take you home, allowing him to control you like a puppet again.

The third time you had been hospitalized in one short month, you had also reached Zayne's limit.

People at the hospital claimed that when Dr. Zayne was upset, he became quite frightening. They thought he would explode and anyone unlucky enough to get in his way would suffer. On the contrary, Zayne's rage was like a blizzard on the horizon. You might believe it would not find you, but when it did, no matter where you hid, you would never be secure. 

And that day, for the first time ever, Doctor Zayne was seen losing his usual composure.

His lengthy and fast steps resembled racing through long and busy corridors. The hospital room door opened in such a way that it was about to come off its hinges. Zayne's face solidified. Without a word, he confiscated your medical documents and commanded everyone to go, in such a frightening manner that the nurse caring for you had to shiver from the cold after leaving.

Zayne looked at the documents and then at the wound on your shoulder. It was treated in time but remained painful. The injury had left you quite weak, but after nearly a day of medical care, what distressed you the most was Zayne's attitude.

Before he could say anything, you spoke up and explained:

“It was just an incident… It wasn't like I took the initiative to accept this mission. It's just that there were no other Hunters closer to the attack area than I was…”

“That's why, despite the fact that you hadn't completely recovered and were resting, you hurried to the scene, dismissing your prior injuries. Dismissing your doctor's orders?"

One corner of the file in Zayne's hand was so tight that it became wrinkled when he let go and threw it hard on the nearby table. He turned his back on you and looked out the window. One hand on his hip, the other hand to bury his face. He acted as if he was trying his best to retain the last bit of composure. 

"I'm fine." You said. "I honestly felt no discomfort. I have been able to move properly for a week now. Staying at home constantly is boring. I needed to stretch a little so I could get back to work quickly."

Zayne slowly turned around to look at you. He was still standing in the corner of the room, and you noticed the window glass behind him starting to freeze. 

“You were bored? If you feel bored, call your friends. If you feel bored, go shopping or hang out where you like to go. You were bored so you decided to jump right into a group of Wanderers?"

“Zayne…” You grimaced. “I don't like you this way… You… are acting so strange…”

“Do you think I'd like to see you lying here? Do you think I'd like to see you being carried to the hospital?"

"I'm sorry…" You murmured. You knew it was you to blame for not listening to him and instead running to the scene of the attack. But you were conscious of your own strength and wanted to fulfill the commitment you made when you decided to become a Hunter.

"You've said sorry for the third time this month." Zayne responded. His face was rigid, yet his fists were clasped firmly. "I've heard enough."

"Oh, just quit it!" You abruptly raised your voice. "I told you I didn't like you acting this way. As a Hunter, it's normal for me to get hurt!"

Zayne opened his eyes wide. He was astonished by your response. He stayed silent so you could pour out your feelings.

“I am capable of taking care of myself! I don't like being told what to eat or drink. I don't like being told what time I must  go to bed. Or being compelled to stay at home even though I have completely recovered and ready to battle! I'm not a child for you to order around, or tell me to do this and that!”

“You're saying, I'm too controlling over you?”

“I…” You halted. It seemed that was true. Even while you knew Zayne had good intentions and genuinely cared for you, you were unable to avoid feeling as if he was in charge of every part of your life, controlling every meal and sleep. 

"Understood."

Silence permeated the hospital room for a long moment. Zayne gazed at you as if he was considering something, then he started to pack up your clothes and belongings that remained in the room.

“What are you doing?” 

Zayne responded: “I don't want to be the one who controls you. You will be discharged from the hospital and free to do as you please.”

“What do you mean by that?” Free? It sounded like he did not care about you anymore. It sounded like he was going to give you your freedom back by not getting involved in anything related to you anymore.

“I will not force you to stay here. No one can do that. In roughly ten minutes, someone will come and take you to my car. I only ask you to do this for me once more.”

Having said that, Zayne turned and left. The door closed behind his broad back and you swore you were about to cry right from that moment.

The nurse came to inform you that Dr. Zayne had directly requested your discharge from the hospital. They let you go since your situation was not too serious and they believed Zayne would care for you discreetly at home. Zayne waited for you in the parking lot. He unlocked the door for you to enter first and returned to fetch a few more medical supplies before driving you home.  

All along the way, you kept wondering if you had made a big mistake. You were exceptionally disrespectful and became frustrated with Zayne for no reason. However, he did not give in to you as he always did. Confused, you simply wanted to lie down on your pleasant mattress at home and weep loudly. However, as the car came to a halt in front of your flat, Zayne refused to let you get out.

You turned to look at him. He looked exhausted and miserable. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, then your eyes met for a moment. You were the first to break that connection.

"I'm home now. Can I leave yet? Or do I still have to wait for your permission?"

"Just stay a little more." Zayne's deep voice rang out. He was considerably more relaxed now than he had been previously. "I'm sorry…"

That was the first time you had heard an apology from him. How strange! Usually, you were the one making trouble, and Zayne was the one who looked after you. You were the one who said sorry. Hearing those words coming out of his mouth made you feel so odd.

“I'm sorry if I become too controlling and that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

You were astonished for a second. You still wanted to weep, but your emotions had settled down considerably.

Zayne slipped his hand down from the steering wheel to seize yours and turned it over. He said:

“When I saw you almost unconscious from the poison, being carried into the hospital room, my heart seemed to stop beating. That is not something I want to see at all.”

Zayne's eyes were quite sorrowful. You subconsciously imagined that if you switched roles and the injured person was him, you definitely would not be able to remain calm in such a situation.

“I know you can take care of yourself,” Zayne continued. “But I still want to help you do that and protect you. In my own way.”

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of calmness. The street lights were illuminated, and the rain stopped pouring. You softly clutched his hand.

“I'm sorry too, because what I said was not true… I didn't mean to call you a dictator who controls this relationship…”

You smiled at him. The corners of Zayne's lips also loosened somewhat. He took your hand and tenderly pressed a kiss on.

“I'm really okay.” You added. “The doctor also said that the poison from the Wanderers had been purified. I don't feel too much pain anymore."

Zayne gave a slight nod. He understood this from the moment he read your record. That was why he boldly asked for you to be discharged from the hospital. Even though he was upset, your safety would come first in any case.

"You said you were fine?" Zayne inquired out of the blue. "How do you prove it then?"

You exhaled. After all, he still had reservations about your ability to care for yourself. You leaned in to offer him a passionate kiss. The resentment in your heart melted away in his warmth.

As your lips withdrew from Zayne's, he whispered:

"Good enough. However, in the future, if there is an issue between us, or if you are dissatisfied with something I do,... can I trust you to talk to me directly about it?"

You gave a modest nod. Zayne kissed you, deep. He caressed you but only so gently, as if afraid that you would melt into rain bubbles if he became too greedy. A while later, perhaps since your head was hazy from the injury, you had no clue how you ended up sitting on top of Zayne in the driver's seat, your lips locked with him while your hands constantly touching his flesh underneath the shirt. His delicate but searing kisses fell on your shoulder, around the bandaged area that had just been revealed to his sight as he pulled your shirt down. He kissed your wounds, new and old. He asked softly, would you feel pain if he touched them? And you replied that there was only pain if he did not do so.

Rain began pouring again; it might last all night long. How convenient, since he did not intend to let you get out of the car in such a condition.