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Her Heartkeeper (Lycaon x reader)

Summary:

Your grandpa just died and left you all of his money and a little surprise. He worries for you after his death, and so he hires an attendant from Victoria Housekeeping. You don't take too well to the transition; you haven't needed a servant before, why would you need one now?

TLDR; Lycaon comes to serve you for a year, cures you of your depression, and you fall in love with him.

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You’ve always hated seeing your financial advisor. The offices are just too perfect, the floors are too pristine, the plants are too lush, and the secretaries are too smiley. Not to even mention the wait. Weeks ago, they had called you to request a meeting to go over your money and investments and yet, they are never on time. Though you can’t really blame Mr. Evergarden, his daughter did recently have a stunt with PubSec over some copycat gang.

Speak of the devil, Mr. Evergarden finally emerges from his office. “How are things going Ms. (L/n)?” Mr. Evergarden asks with an outstretched hand.

A lie quickly forms on your lips, “Things couldn’t be better.” After your handshake, Mr. Evergarden leads you to his office and you take a seat on the plush chair sitting across from his desk.

Mr. Evergarden takes a seat and gives you a look you’re all too familiar with, a look of pity. “I know I expressed this in my email, but I truly apologize for your loss, Ms. (L/n). No amount of money can make up for a lost person, but at least-“

You cut off Mr. Evergarden rudely, but at this point, you can’t bring yourself to care, “You’re right, no amount of money can replace a person.” Putting your elbow on his desk, you start to rub your eyebrows together. Breathe in, and breathe out, you encourage yourself silently. A sigh prefaces your next statement, “Can we please just-“ You finally open your eyes to give Mr. Evergarden a defeated look, “Can we not talk about my grandfather?”

Solemnly, Mr. Evergarden nods, “Well on a financial note, everything looks great with your accounts. You’re making an average of 12.7% on your stocks, bonds, and mutual funds. If we tally up all of your different accounts, you have a little over nine billion dennies.”

Mirthfully, you smile, “I guess that’s my reward for being the last (L/n).” You stare out the window overlooking New Eridu. What would your grandpa say about you now? Some hopeless sap, friendless, purposeless, and hopeless.

Mr. Evergarden snaps you out of your self-pitying daze, “Everything is almost ready with the trust, all you have to do is sign this paper and all of the money is yours.”

“Alright,” you say somberly. As you read over the stapled trust agreement, you ask Mr. Evergarden about his daughter, Lilac. When you would come here with your grandfather to help him manage his accounts, Lilac would always be around the office, reading comics. When you were told to wait in the lobby, you and Lilac would talk about whatever struck your fancy. Perhaps, you wouldn’t consider her a friend, but definitely an acquaintance. Though, now, she may be the only thing close to a friend you have.

Mr. Evergarden beams at you and starts to talk up a storm, “My Lilac is so talented. Not only is she at the top of her class, but she also helped to catch that band of ruffians who called themselves Mockingbird. My little girl sure is something. I would have never thought to create a whole sting operation like she had.” Gazing to the left, Mr. Evergarden looks at a well-drawn comic strip framed on his wall, “She even started to take up art classes, and look how much she’s improved in such little time. My little girl can truly do anything.”

Internally, you sigh in relief. The topic of conversation has shifted from your unfortunate fate to something more optimistic. At least Lilac has been able to get her life together. It feels almost as if your roles have been reversed.

You try to keep the topic going by inquiring more about the PubSec sting operation, “How was Lily able to catch Mockingbird all on her own?”

Mr. Evergarden’s smile falters a tad, but he doesn’t miss any opportunity to boost his little girl’s reputation, “Oh well, she had some help from one of our temporary servants, Lycaon, from Victoria Housekeeping Co., but he was only there for the muscle. My Lilac was the brains of the operation.”

With a hint of amusement, you smile and say, “Oh, I don’t doubt it.” For the next thirty minutes or so, Mr. Evergarden is like a dog chasing a mailman, non-stop yapping until a fence gets in his way. He glances at the clock and gasps, “Oh dear! My next meeting is starting in ten minutes; Ms. (L/n) did you look over and sign the papers?”

“They're right here sir,” you say as you hand back the thick stack of black and white. Hurriedly, Mr. Evergarden nods, grabs his coat, and heads for the door. “Wait!” He halts at your words, “Everything is good with the accounts, correct? Grandpa isn’t losing any money?”

With his hand on the doorknob, Mr. Evergarden smiles back at you and says, “My dear, it’s your money now, but to answer your question, yes everything is right as rain.” He leaves and you are thrown back into your world of despair again.

Though you have the money to buy hundreds of New Eridu’s best electric cars, you opted for the subway when attending this meeting. There’s just something about walking the streets of the new capital that can calm your mind. You live close to the outer ring, and it used to scare you for fear of Etherials and new Hollows forming, but now a small part of you hopes that happens.

You walk up the steps to your mansion, lost in thought about all you have lost this year. The jingle of your keys distracts you and you miss the lock, dropping your keys. You groan and bend to pick them up when a gloved hand covered in rings beats you to it. “Allow me,” A deep and majestic voice says.

The presence of a person at your door startles you so much that you scream and throw your purse at this mystery fellow. He catches it with ease and now he holds all of the money you have on you and the keys to your car and house in his hands. "I believe these are yours, Ms. (L/n)?" The mysterious Thiren asks while handing your items back to you.

Confused, you take back your things and with a furrowed brow ask, "Wait, you aren't here to rob me?"

"Rob you? My lady, I am here on behalf of Victoria Housekeeping by request of Mr. (L/n)," The well-dressed butler explains and you deflate.

"Unfortunately for you, he's no longer with us," you say apologetically as you step around him towards the door. "Thank you for helping me with my keys, but you should get going. I'm sure my grandfather hired you to help me take care of him before he died, but I have no use for your services." You give the housekeeper one last look before you shut the door, "Thank you for coming regardless."

The door is almost shut when a mechanical boot stops you from closing it all the way. You look down at the foot and then back up at the Thiren, "I was not hired to aid in the care of Mr. (L/n). He hired me to look after his only living relative. It seems I was too late to get instructions from him directly, but I shall do my utmost to make your life go as smoothly as possible."

Feeling rude for crushing his foot in the door, you open it further and stare him down, "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need help living my life. You can take your pay and do whatever you want until your next gig."

The Thiren puts his left arm over his breast and bows, "I deeply apologize, but I'm afraid I cannot do that. My orders from Master (L/n) were strict." He looks up at you with the most piercing red eye you have ever seen, "Master (L/n) informed me that you would be reluctant, but I am fully prepared to serve you through any means necessary."

You stand in your doorway, trying to collect yourself. Your grandpa knew you too well. He always hated your friends, but would never tell you why. Somehow, someway, he knew that you would be completely alone after he left. For a while, you stare at the Thiren butler before conceding, "I already do all of the housekeeping by myself, but if this is what Grandpa wanted, then I'll allow you to stay for a spell."

The man gives you a demure smile and moves past you into the foyer, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Von Lycaon, head of Victoria Housekeeping Co." His greeting has clearly been practiced to a tee. All of his mannerisms denote the most proper of etiquette and his speech is sophisticated. On the surface, he seems to have been a butler his whole life, but to a trained eye like yours, you can tell that all of this is a facade. There's something he's hiding beneath the surface.

You don't bother with the long drawn-out greeting and simply say, "You already know my name Mr. Lycaon, so I won't bother with the pleasantries." As you say his name aloud, you get a sense of déjà vu, Mr. Evergarden mentioned that name somewhere, "Are you the same Lycaon who helped out Lilac Evergarden perchance?"

Lycaon briefly shows the surprise on his face before swiftly covering it up with his practiced poise, "Ah, yes you've heard of my work for my past employer. Please take that as an example of what I am capable of."

"Yes, well, I don't suppose I will be needing services like that, but I shall keep that in mind," as you speak your gaze starts to drift over to the kitchen. "Mr. Lycaon, you can familiarize yourself with my home. I'll be in the kitchen preparing something for dinner."

Lycaon is quick to correct, "Please, there is no need to refer to me as Mr. Lycaon, Lycaon will suffice." In response, you only shake your head and start to walk to the kitchen. Instead of exploring he follows, "I can also prepare your dinner, Ms. (L/n). There's no need-"

As soon as your brain processes your last name on his lips, you whip around to interrupt him, "If I cannot call you Mr. Lycaon, then you may not call me Ms. (L/n)."

Putting his hands behind his back and standing up straighter, Lycaon says officially, "I apologize, but that would not be proper, Ms.-"

Again, you cut him off, "You're already on thin ice. I will not permit being referred to so formally in my own home, and that is final." A silence fills the air as a stand-off commences, "If you wish to complete my grandpa's request, you're just going to have to break some butler rules."

With an annoyed twitch of his brow, Lycaon surrenders, "As you wish."

Stiffly nodding, you continue your path to the kitchen. This place always brings a feeling of melancholy. So many days and nights have been spent here cooking with or for your grandpa. The vintage old civilization look is something your grandpa always loved. Most of your home has a touch of archaic architecture, but no place is more old-world than the kitchen. It looks like it was taken straight out of The Little Rascals. Thankfully, the cooking equipment works the same, it just looks old.

You open the fridge and look at your meager ingredients. Damnit, you were supposed to go grocery shopping today. Well, you were supposed to go shopping every day this week, but for some reason or other, you made an excuse to get out of it. Your friends, or should you say old friends, shop at the same place you like to go. The longer you can avoid them, the better. So, all you have are a couple of eggs, a carrot, butter, and half a gallon of milk.

Letting out a groan, you lean your forehead against the freezer above the open fridge. "What seems to be the problem, Ms.-" Lycaon stops and corrects himself, "I mean (y/n)."

"Sorry Lycaon, guess I'm going to have to go out shopping tomorrow. Unless you can do with half a carrot for dinner?" The last question you ask with a bit of a smirk and chuckle.

Lycaon lets out a huff of amusement and gently nudges you aside, "Let's see what we have here." As soon as his sights set on the contents of your fridge, a look of horror and confusion passes over his face before he swiftly clears his throat. "I see what you mean..." He silently contemplates for a minute or two, going through all the recipes he knows, trying to find something that he can make with what little ingredients he is provided.

While he stands there pondering in your kitchen, you take the time to admire him. He looks very out of place in the small space. Your grandpa always thought a smaller kitchen would lead to more interaction and communication between the chefs, so despite having the money to upgrade the space, he never did so. Considering that there were only two of you living in the house, there was never a real need to anyway.

This Thiren must at least be 6" foot 5, if not taller. If his height didn't attract you to him, then certainly his chiseled jaw and lovely red eye would have. His eye is like the finest grade of ruby you have ever seen. For a moment, his eye flickers over to you and you avert your gaze, trying to act as if you've been thinking about anything other than the handsome Thiren in your kitchen with you.

You almost continue down the same train of handsome Thiren thoughts as before when your eyes catch on his formal clothes. Right, he's only here because of your money, like everyone else. It would be best for you to remember that.

Suddenly, Lycaon perks up, "I've got it! I can make a nice vegetable souffle with all of this."

You clear your throat and ask, "You mean I can make a vegetable souffle?"

"Ms.-" You give him a pointed look before he can resume, "I mean (y/n), since I was the one able to come up with a recipe, why don't you leave the cooking to me?" Gaining an idea, Lycaon's ears perk up, "I have some reference photos of other dishes I have created in the past if you are wary of cooking skills."

As he starts to take out his phone, you take hold of his arm to stop him, "No thank you, I just like to cook for myself and others."

With a soft shake of his head, Lycaon states, "I cannot allow my master to cook for me."

You groan and roll your eyes, "First of all, I'm not your master, and second of all, fine! Just help me cook up this souffle." Lycaon looks like he wishes to argue, but compromises and takes out an apron. Surprisingly, the two of you work together very well. What weaknesses you have in the kitchen like mincing and lifting the heavy pots and pans, Lycoan can handle. While Lycaon leaves the more delicate part of decorating the souffle to you.

By the end, the two of you have made the best vegetable souffle you have ever seen. When suddenly a thought strikes you. Lycaon is a Thiren, not just any Thiren, a wolf Thiren. Can they even have dishes that don't contain meat? Fuck, shit, damn, maybe your friends were right. Maybe you are a thoughtless bitch who can only think for herself. Why didn't you just go out and get something for him instead of thinking only of yourself and your human palate?

You try to hold back your tears and slowly look over to Lycaon. With a waver in your voice, you apologize, "I'm sorry Lycaon, I didn't think, We can still go out and get you something."

You continue on in your ramblings until Lycaon puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you, "Whatever are you talking about??

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you explain, "We made a vegetable souffle; can wolf Thirens even eat something without meat?"

Lycaon gives an amusing huff in reply, "I prefer dishes with meat, but I can eat a vegetarian dish. Honestly, I was planning to leave this all for you."

Your tears have dried and you are back to arguing with him, "You helped make it. It's only right that you help finish it."

Lycaon smiles without his teeth and says with amusement, "I had a feeling you would say that."

The dinner you two share is the best you've had since your grandpa died. Conversation flows like water in a stream and the food tastes divine. Before you know it, it's time for bed, "Oh, Lycaon, you better get heading back to wherever you came from. It's getting quite late and I don't want you to have to walk home for lack of a cab."

"I was hoping I would be able to stay in the servants' quarters," Lycaon asks hopefully.

That was going to be difficult considering your house didn't have a servants' quarters. Your grandpa never liked having unnecessary help around so, when he constructed this house he didn't include such a room in the floor plan. "We don't have anything like that here..." you start to trail off and quietly suggest, "You can stay in one of the guest bedrooms if that is permissible."

Lycaon looks a tad uncomfortable with the idea, but accepts it, "If that is the only place for me to stay, I shall stay there for the remainder of my time here."

You smile sadly and say, "Here, the best one is next to mine so, let me lead you to it."

The two of you wish each other a good night and head off to bed. Lycaon thinks about what has transpired today. You were almost exactly as your grandfather described you, stubborn but beautiful. Lycaon only wished that he had come sooner in your time of need. You can be so open with him but then suddenly something falls over you and you start to close in on yourself. You remind him of himself when he was your age. Perhaps he could be there for you when no one was there for him.

The next day, the two of you wake up bright and early. The first thing you do is head to the kitchen, forgetting about Lycaon completely. So imagine your shock when you see a tall wolf Thiren standing in your kitchen, looking in your fridge. Upon seeing him you let out a little yelp. That presumably startles Lycaon enough for him to let out a yelp of his own. It’s funny to see Lycaon's perfect composure break. His eye is so wide and his mouth has fallen open; with that expression, you can’t help but let out a small chortle and then belt out some full-on giggles. Thankfully Lycaon doesn’t take offense at your actions and lets out laughs himself.

While still laughing he says, “I believe we used the last of your food supplies to make our meal last night. Why don’t I head out to get some groceries?”

At the mention of groceries, you stiffen up, but as you process his whole sentence you take to glaring at Lycaon. Disapprovingly, you say, "I'm not letting you do all of my chores for me. At most, you can offer your help."

Lycaon's ears briefly flicker back in disapproval, but quickly he gains his composure again and bows, "As you wish."

Shaking your head with a huff, you turn to your garage to get in your car. Lycaon stands there, dumbfounded, until you break the spell, "Well? Are you coming or not?"

He shakes his head and responds, "Forgive me, I was lost in thought."

The drive to the grocery is uneventful except for the humorous image of Lycaon trying to squeeze himself into your car. Though it's not small by any means, Lycaon can make anything look small with his huge stature. Looking at his large hands perched politely on his mechanical knees, you wonder what those hands would feel like clutching your hips.

You arrive at the 141 Convenience Store parking lot. Lycaon moves to get out of the car, but you hesitate, trying to work up the courage to exit the safety of your car and enter the unknown of the store. Removing his hand from the door handle, Lycaon turns to you and says sympathetically, "If it's too hard for you, I can get the items by myself." Just by Lycaon's stance, you can tell that he's anticipating your blowback, but in a place like this where you've been so scorned and mistreated, you don't have it in you to fight his help any longer.

"I think maybe-" You almost agree to allow him to do your work for you, but then you turn your gaze to the ordinary grocery store and decide it's time to face your fears. Trying to play it off, you continue in a nonchalant tone, "It's just a grocery store, what's there to be afraid of?"

Lycaon looks at you skeptically. He almost says, ‘You tell me’ but thinks better of it. Something happened here to make you uncomfortable and Lycaon aims to get to the bottom of it, but your relationship is too new for his prodding. Unfortunately, his last job with Miss Violet and master proxy took longer than he anticipated and he was unable to do much research on you and your family. In a way, he's glad for his lack of study. There is little possibility you would be pleased if he said he knew something you did not already explicitly tell him.

As he gets out of his side of the car and moves to open your car door, you thank him and walk to his side. He continues to think of how unique this job is compared to his others. He has never heard of such an affluent family lacking servants. At least a butler would be present, but for you, there is no one. You must have been alone in that big house after your grandfather died, well at least until he came.

The chime of the grocery store breaks his concentration and he focuses back to you in the present, "Do you have a list or an idea of what we should purchase?"

"Of course, let me just look in my purse for the list," you begin the arduous task of moving everything around to hopefully fish out the small notebook you've always used to grocery lists. After a little while, you triumphantly hold it up and start looking at some of your past lists to get a good idea for the menu for this week, "Alright, I think I have an idea of what we should get."

Getting the food was no trouble. It was when you got to the bottom of your list that your troubles began. Right there at the bottom was listed pads, tampons, and birth control. You glance at Lycaon at your side and decide this is something you can do on your own, "Can you just wait here with the cart for a bit?"

"Are you trying to be rid of my help yet again?" Lycaon asks with a skeptical brow raised.

Your cheeks were glowing red from embarrassment, but still, you tried to stay serious and convince him to allow you to go alone, "No, I just think it would be best for me to get these last items alone." The two of you persist in arguing until you grow tired of it and you exclaim, "Fine! Come with me if you must, but know that you will regret it."

Lycaon doesn't show it, but he is internally scoffing at your proclamation. That is before he sees what aisle you're heading to, the feminine hygiene aisle. If Lycaon was not covered in fur, his cheeks would be as red as a sumo Bangboo. During most jobs, Rina or Ellen would handle these sorts of things, so he has little to no experience with these matters.

Stiff as a board, Lycaon follows you into the aisle after some hesitation. Your cheeks still haven't flared down and though you can't see any embarrassment on Lycaon's face you can tell by his demeanor that he's just as affected as you are by the current state of affairs. The thought causes you to laugh as you look back at Lycaon. He must be thinking something similar because, soon enough, he starts to laugh as well. The two of you must make quite a sight chuckling in the pads and tampons aisle.

You're able to calm down after a minute or so, "Okay, this is the last thing we need, so let's get this done quickly."

Nodding with a sense of finality to it, Lycaon takes in the image that is you. He finds that he can't take his eye off of you. You look beautiful at any time, but especially when you're laughing and enjoying yourself. Perhaps your grandfather was wrong, and instead of needing help with housekeeping, you need help with heartkeeping.

After loading in the items you require you stand at a fork in your path; do you go to the self-check-out, or do you risk going to the normal check-out where you have more of a chance to see your friends but acquire more help loading up your cart? You debate with yourself for a moment when a tuft of Lycaon's fur catches your eye. He has been offering his help all day, so why not give him an opportunity by going to the self-checkout?

Without complaint, Lycaon assists you in bagging your groceries and loading up your cart. The rest of the day goes as smoothly. Before you know it, Lycaon and you have fallen into a comfortable routine.

Sitting down at your in-home office setup, you take a glance outside the window. It's such a beautiful day in New Eridu... You've kept Lycaon cooped up in this mansion for far too long. Calling down to the first floor, where you suspect Lycaon is reading something from your grandpa's extensive library, you shout, "Lycaon!"

A steady thump thump of Lycaon's mechanical legs follows the call until you see him in the door frame, "Yes, (y/n)?" Seeing him lean down, looking over you while you sit in your office chair makes a sensual pulse course through you. Two months spent in such close quarters with this handsome Thiren have led you to develop a little bit of a crush on him. Maybe it's a bit more than a crush, but you don't want to think about that yet.

"Would you mind terribly if we went for a stroll at the park?" you ask hopefully and hesitantly.

Lycaon does not answer immediately. So badly does he want to agree to your offer, but he doesn't know how you'll react to strays following the two of you during your stroll. Lycaon has tried everything to get dogs to leave him alone while he's serving his previous masters, but nothing has worked. He nearly declines the offer, but as he sees your face downturn in disappointment, he knows there is nothing he wouldn't do to see your smile again. "I would love to for a stroll with you..." Lycaon trails off as he agrees.

"What's wrong? Was it something I said? Is asking a wolf thiren to go on a walk disrespectful?" Your eyes widen and your eyes begin to water with a small amount of tears that have yet to fall, "I'm so stupid. Forget everything I said. I just wanted to get out of the house and I felt bad for keeping you cooped up in here for so long. I mean we only go outside for food and-"

Amid your babbling, Lycaon has walked up to you and put a gloved hand on your shoulder to stop you. He stares at you silently for a few long moments when he squints his eye hesitantly, "It's not that..." Again, he trails off. A sigh punctuates his last sentence, "It would be best to just show you at the park."

"You want to go?" you ask optimistically.

"I enjoy spending time with you, (y/n). With you, I'm able to let loose," he pauses, rethinking his last statement, "At least a little."

Letting out a very undignified laugh, in your opinion, you push Lycaon away. You head for the car with a newly found spring in your step.

Lycaon is trapped in place, watching your alluring behind shift as you walk away. He perks up out of his attraction-induced daze at the sound of your lilting voice, "Lycaon, let's get going. Don't just stand there."

As expected, All of the stray dogs in Lumina Square flock to the both of you once you arrive. Thankfully, you take it in strive, leaning down to greet the puppies and old dogs all the same. Crouched down, you look up at him and ask with a giggle, "I've never had this happen before, did you bring dognip or something?"

Accidentally, Lycaon gets a glimpse of your cleavage; quickly, he looks away and responds, "This happens a lot when I go out. The strays like to follow me around." Lycaon starts to rub his neck in anxiousness, "For wolf Thirens, this can be a common occurrence."

You keep petting the dogs alone but feel an innate awkwardness come over you as Lycaon stands above you instead of joining in. "Lycaon," you say to gain his attention, "Come and join me. I'm sure you know better than me how to pet dogs."

Lycaon smiles and joins you without complaint. Perhaps a few months ago, he would have put up more of a fuss, but now he's learned to acquiesce to your demands. It's been a long while since he's been treated like more than a friend or partner rather than a servant.

Your shared day at the park ends on a high note with the stray dogs of Lumina Square pouncing on you, giving you licks and kisses all the while. "Lycaon, can you hold my purse while I go to the bathroom? Not that I don't like these guys, but I would rather not drive back covered in dog spit and grime," you say as you hold out your purse with a cheerful aura. He nods and takes your items.

Now that he's alone with these attention-stealing canines, he can settle some things. The whole day, these dogs haven't left you alone one bit. What was supposed to be his first special day out with you, turned into a stray babysitting day. Involuntarily, he lets out a growl that shoos the cowardly dogs away. The braver, bigger, dogs stay and stare back at him. All it takes is a glare for the rest to turn tail and run.

By the time you get back, all of the strays have scampered away to their separate hidey holes and homes. Disappointedly, you say, "Oh, I was hoping to say goodbye..."

Lycaon tries to hide his glare by staring off into the distance, "Does petting those strays please you so much?"

You sigh while heading back to the car, looking back at Lycaon to silently signal for him to follow, "I like petting anything really. Don't you find the act of touching something fluffy and soft comforting?"

Lycaon stops to order his thoughts better. You might find his request inappropriate, but for Thirens, it's commonplace to groom each other. How did he even come up with this strange idea? Intently, he stares at you. Perhaps, he could inquire about these feelings to Rina or Ellen, but that would take too long. He'll just try to ease you and himself into this, "Would petting anything do?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so?" you reply to his question, bewildered. Trying to clarify, you ask a question of your own, "What are you getting at, Lycaon?"

You have never seen Lycaon look so shy and demur. As you were waiting for him to answer, you two reach the car, so you lean against it. After avoiding your eyes, Lycaon works up the courage to look you directly in the eye, "I'm right here; you can always pet me if you'd like."

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn't say that you had never thought of petting Lycaon, but something in the back of your mind told you that it would be wrong. In one of the few books your grandfather had on Thirens, it was stated that petting and grooming were only reserved for those who were very close. There's no way that Lycaon thinks of you that way, "I don't think I'm qualified enough to do that for you Lycaon."

Only for a moment do his ears go back, but then he's right as rain again, "I understand."

He goes to get into the car, but you still have yet to unlock it, "Fuck, I mean, shit. I'm not telling you no- Well I guess I am, but I just mean to say-" You take a pause as Lycaon taught you in the past to take a deep breath and release it, "I would love to pet you, Lycaon, or even brush you, but are you sure you want to trust me with this? I know how important it can be for Thirens."

You can hear a faint rustle of fur behind Lycaon that you suspect is his tail wagging, but you have no way to tell, "I would not have asked if I did not find you important and special enough for this task."

Both of you are smiling the whole way home. That day starting a weekly grooming routine between the two of you. Not only did you get to brush and pet Lycaon's fur, but he also combed through your hair. After the two of you were done with each other you were left feeling sleeker and cleaner than you had felt in a long while.

A month later, during one of these grooming sessions, as you are combing through Lycaon's fur you remember something. Slowly, you stop your ministrations and whisper out a barely audible, "Fuck."

Lycaon, slightly annoyed that you stopped, turns to give you a side eye, "What is it?"

You remove your fingers from his silky smooth fur entirely. Faintly, you think you hear a small whine, but ignore it for now. "My grandpa made reservations at The Simmer to celebrate my parents." Lycaon gives you a look that says, please elaborate, "The reservation takes place in a week..."

"Oh," Lycaon sits up and removes his head from your lap, "Do you have anyone to go with?"

A firm frown forms on your face at the thought. You had been avoiding the topic of friends for a long time. Surely, Lycaon must be curious why you never go out with anyone or even note past relationships, but you can't bring yourself to mention your failure. How could you have been such a poor judge of character?

With free fingers, you start to fiddle with them. "Not really," you finally reply. The only person in your life you can even imagine taking to The Simmer is Lycaon, but you fear it might be inappropriate. Over these couple of months, he's become a lot more than an attendant to you. You've tried to not treat him as you would a servant, though, with how your grandpa raised you, you don't know if you would even know how to treat a servant. You go through a catalog of people you know and come up with nothing. The only two options you have are to go to a reservation for two alone or to invite the only other person you interact with. It would probably be even more of a social faux to go alone, so, "Lycaon, would you mind terribly if-"

Lycaon swiftly gets up from the large chaise the two of you were lounging on, "I understand. Do not fret, I will procure a date for you with due haste."

Quickly, you grab Lycaon's arm to stop his retreat, "What are you talking about? I want to invite you to come with me."

Slightly stuttering from surprise and anticipation, Lycaon questions, "Are- are you sure? I have many famous contacts that may be better suited for your needs tonight. What about Koleda Belebog? She is in a similar situation to yours-"

You move your hand down from his forearm to his hand to gently hold it. Without looking into his eyes, you address him, "I would rather go with someone I know and trust. That person just so happens to be you, Lycaon."

Your eyes lock as Lycaon gets down on one knee to delicately grasp one of your small hands in two of his, "I would be honored to accompany you to such an important event."

A large, gleeful smile forms on your face. Lately, you've been smiling so much because of this man that your face has started to hurt, hopefully, you won't get smile wrinkles. You snap up out of the chaise and look over at your room, your lack of a partner was not your only problem. This was the only time of year your grandpa would allow you to buy a nice formal dress. Since this is the only time of year you wear something this nice, you give away the dress to charity immediately after.

Somehow, you would have to find a way to go to your favorite boutique alone. Not that you didn't want to go shopping with Lycaon, but it would be nice to surprise him with a glamorous ensemble. There is no feasible way that Lycaon looks at you in any sort of romantic light, but perhaps for one night, you can imagine that you're going on a date.

For the next couple of days, you are looking for an opportunity to slip away from Lycaon. During dinner, a chance presents itself, "(y/n), I won't be here tomorrow. I apologize for the late notice, an urgent meeting has been called by the head maid of Victoria Housekeeping. As the leader and representative, I am required to be present.

Perfect, you think to yourself. You try to make your devious smile look like an understanding and compassionate one, "I appreciate you letting me know. That's not a problem with me, Lycaon." He nods and asks you about your day, you tell him about your escapades on the stock market, then ask about his. Conversation flows, and too soon, dinner ends.

The following morning, you give Lycaon well wishes for his meeting. After you are sure he's out of sight, you rush to your car and get a move on. There's no guarantee that his meeting will last more than a couple of hours; you have to use every second granted wisely.

Lumina Square is bustling in the morning with all the different types of people. The crowds overwhelm you a bit, but you press on despite the anxiety creeping up your chest. With much hassle, you make your way inside the boutique. The saleswoman recognizes you from previous visits and ushers you into a VIP private dressing room. You thank the clerk as she brings out all the dresses currently in season for you to try. Most were too flashy for your tastes, but then your eyes caught on the dress. It was perfect. The gray color would perfectly complement Lycaon's fur and tailored suit, and the sleek look would accentuate your curves.

You almost go right to try it on, but a memory of some of your old friends stops you in your tracks. The girls in your friend group would always say you were trying to be too showy with your body, you were nothing special, really you should buy something like that for them. Nice dresses like this gray one would just be wasted on you. Would Lycaon think the same thing? Were you being conceded?

Unconsciously, you take the dress off the rack. Your staring contest with this ravishing garment is broken by the saleswoman from before, "Is everything going alright in here, Ms. (L/n)?"

Swiftly, you place the dress back on the rack and turn to say, "Everything is going splendidly." You glance back at the dress forlornly, "I still haven't found anything to my liking yet, unfortunately."

The woman steps around you and brings out the dress you put away, "Really? I thought you would like something along the lines of this?"

Your eyes don't lie as they assess the dress, "Won't that be too much for someone like me?"

Delicately, the woman holds out the dress, "We won't know until you try it on, now will we?"

Squinting your eyes, you slowly take the dress from her and move to a secluded area hidden from view by shoji dividers. The dress fits like a glove, with every other dress you've purchased, you've requested alterations, but with this one, there is no need. You turn to the mirror and gasp. Have you ever looked so enchanting? At the thought, you deflate. You look great, your friends would call you vain if you went any further. There's no need to overdo it. Maybe other people won't see you with rose-colored glasses.

Stepping out of the changing area, you look at the boutique worker hesitantly. She's beaming at you, "I think we found the one. Unless of course, you don't like it?"

You twirl and look at yourself in the mirror again. Looking yourself in the eyes, you work up the courage to buy this dress and wear it. This time, you may even keep it after the reservation. You nod with determination, "I think we've found the one too."

Barely, you were able to get home before Lycaon and act as if you had been there the whole time. He came in to check on you and didn't notice anything. The next couple of days pass without any incident, and finally, it's time to go to The Simmer.

Lycaon waits patiently at the door for you to finish getting ready; his normal outfit is already very formal, so Lycaon has not opted to change much. The only difference is the bow tie that now adorns his neck instead of the necktie.

After his meeting a few days ago, he talked to Rina, Ellen, and Corin separately. Any advice he could get about his current feelings would be appreciated. Rina had pinched his cheeks, cooed, and said Lycaon was in love; she floated away without another word. Ellen rolled her eyes, groaned something out about schoolgirl crushes, and walked away as well.

Corin was still in the meeting room when he went to pack up the last of his things after those two unhelpful conversations. It wouldn't hurt to also ask the socially awkward maid for help. Corin also thought he had fallen in love with his latest client's granddaughter, but she also took the time to explain what would be the best course of action according to the Maid and Butler Handbook. After hearing what she had to say, he was resolved to end things as swiftly with you as possible. It was not appropriate for him to harbor feelings for his charge, but before he could leave the conference room, Corin pinched his sleeve to get his attention, "Although that's what the handbook says, I think you should be able to do what your heart guides you to do."

Lycaon sits and contemplates Corin's advice. What did his heart guide him to do? If he dug down deep inside of himself, he wanted to spend time with you, groom you and have you groom him, and protect you from harm be it mental or physical harm. Would you want him to do all of that? He's seen how you look at him, but plenty of people admire him for his body, he wants something more than physical intimacy with you.

A clack from the top of your home's staircase interrupts his whirling thoughts. There you stand, the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. All of the suffering he endured on the streets as a child was worth it for this moment. Your smile is brighter than the pearls dangling on your neck, and it's all reserved for him. Whatever doubts he had about your feelings before have been snuffed out by your bright smile.

He clears his throat and closes his open mouth, offering his arm for you to hold. You grace him with your saccharine smile and sparkling eyes, "Thank you, Von Lycaon."

Bowing his head, he replies, "It is my pleasure."

This time, he drives the two of you to Lumina Square. He didn't want to say anything to you, your grandfather made these reservations after all, but The Simmer has been known to have rude waiters from time to time. The manager of the establishment enjoys spending his time in a club more than in his establishment. Luckily, he finds a parking spot without issue and gets out of the car to open your door. As you exit the vehicle you thank him. With you on his arm, he hopes that there will be no issues. Unfortunately, he's proven incorrect when he takes one look at the waiter.

"(L/n), for two," you say to the host of The Simmer. Instead of looking down at his list of reservations, as you would expect him to, he glares at Lycaon. You start to give him your own dirty look in turn, "Is there a problem, host?"

The host, Jimmy, huffs snootily and says, "We don't appreciate you bringing your toy here."

Confused, you ask, "Excuse me, what do you mean?"

Host Jimmy loudly sighs, sneers, and gestures at Lycaon. He sneers, "Your pet."

Lycaon bristles, but keeps his cool, "I am Von Lycaon of Victoria Housekeeping, Ms. (L/n)'s attendant." You frown at his words; you had forgotten that he was your employee. Shaking your head, you try to get the thought of paying him to hang out with you out of your mind.

"I don't care who you are or who you work for. I won't allow one of your kind into this establishment," Jimmy scoffs.

"One of his kind? If I remember correctly, Thirens are allowed the same rights as any. other. being."

"Honey, we have a lot of high-class clients at The Simmer. They wouldn't appreciate someone like," Jimmy pauses to fake a gag reflex, "him."

More and more irate, you argue, "I have a reservation at this restaurant and I plan to use it."

"Ma'am, do I have to have you escorted out of the restaurant? No means no," Jimmy snaps his finger and two bulky men come out of a dark room behind him, each one grabbing one of your arms.

Lycaon's eye glows in anger and he lets out a growl, "Let. her. go."

The two men look at each other, sweating, and back off. Jimmy smirks, "Now you see what The Simmer is capable of."

Your fist clenches at your side; you open your mouth to begin arguing again, but a furry hand on your shoulder halts you. Lycaon leans down to whisper into your ear, you can almost feel his sharp teeth graze your ear, "This reservation is not worth your safety."You gain a pleasant shiver at the sound of his deep gravelly voice caressing your ears.

Though irrational, Lycaon almost nipped your ear as wolf Thiren might do to their mates or pups. The idea of you being his mate involuntarily causes his tail to start wagging. Once he realizes the big bushy thing is betraying his feelings, he consciously forces it to stop.

Leading you out of the restaurant, Lycaon feels slightly guilty for ruining one of the last things your grandfather left you. If he had procured a human date for you, this wouldn’t have happened. Very rarely does he spiral into self-doubt as he is now, but he cares considerably how you view him. There’s no use now dwelling on the past; the best thing to do is to find a more suitable restaurant. As he was lost in thought, you’ve already led the both of you away from The Simmer to the street of Lumina Square.

Looking to the right, he sees Chop Jr. Though his debt to Lycaon has technically been repaid when Chop Jr. answered his inquiries about Ms. Lilac, he may be able to persuade him to keep his shop open for the both of you. He starts to steer you towards the noodle shop.

Glancing over at the eatery, you perplexedly ask, “Isn’t Waterfall Soup closed?”

Lycaon keeps walking to the shop as he responds, “I’ve helped Chop Jr. out on one of his busiest days. Hopefully, he will keep the shop open a tad longer for us.” Breaking eye contact, Lycaon frowns and sadly apologizes, “I’m sorry that we were unable to use your grandfather’s reservations. I’m sure they were very important to you, but if you’d give me a chance to salvage this night, I will seize the opportunity and make it one you shall never forget.”

You smile sympathetically at him, “I appreciate your apology, but there is no need, Lycaon.” A deep frown forms on your face, “It’s not your fault that The Simmer can’t follow the law. Don’t you worry Lycaon, I will make sure to get in contact with my lawyer about this. I mean, can you believe the audacity-“ You cut yourself off with a deep breath, “You know what? I’m not going to let that disrespectful host ruin our night.”

“I completely agree with you,” Lycaon nods.

Fortuitously, Chop Jr. is more than happy to keep open a little longer for Von Lycaon. Lycaon orders a classic bowl of Noodles, but you haven’t been here since you were six and your parents were still alive. Biting your lip, you look over the extensive options available to you. Lycaon, noticing your inner turmoil, stands next to you after telling Chop Jr. his order, “Would you like to try something new, or stick with something tried and true?”

Your friends always said that you were too boring, always having that girl next door look. No guy would ever date someone so dull they would sneer. So, with as much courage as you can muster you march up to Chop Jr. and say, “I’ll have some spicy noodles please.”

“How spicey?”

You falter a little and reply sheepishly, “Can I just have a very small amount of spice?”

Chop Jr. smiles and loudly proclaims, “Coming right up.”

Lycaon and you wait against a wall for your noodles to come. “I neglected to ask you before, but why did your grandfather make reservations on this date in particular?” Lycaon asks with a cute and small tilt of his head.

You start to scuff your high heels on the pavement, “It’s a sad anniversary for the family. My parents died over ten years ago on this day.” Hopefully, you didn’t sound like too much of a sad sack when saying that. Everyone used to always say how they hated to be around you at this time of year because you would bring down the mood so much. If only you could be more cheerful and full of life like Brittany.

“I see. I’m sorry to hear that and I am honored you chose me to spend this special occasion with,” Lycaon seems genuinely touched if the look in his eye is anything to go off of.

Shortly after, you hear a bell signifying that your bowls are ready. Lycaon graciously takes both hot bowls in his gloved hands, so you start to lead him to some seating by the river, “I think there’s a picnic table over here.”

The two of you get seated and start to dig in. As Lycaon is halfway through his bowl of noodles, he looks up to see you slurping up what could be 100 noodles at once. He chuckles, but quickly covers it up with a cough, but you catch on quickly, “Are you laughing at me, Von Lycaon?”

“I would never deign to do such a thing.”

“Are you sure? Because I think I heard a little bit of a chortle just now,” You lean over the table to squint your eyes skeptically at him.

He nervously looks away and spots one of the strays he scared off previously and gets an idea, “I’m sure it was probably one of the dogs nearby snoring.”

You’re so far over the table that he can clearly see your cleavage and how tightly that dress hugs your body when he glances back at you. Deviously smirking, you lean in further but get distracted by something on his face. Before he can check himself, you use your thumb to wipe away a bit of soy sauce from his fur. He fears the moment will end too soon; you must be thinking the same thing because instead of moving your hand away you cup his soft cheek in your hand.

For a long magical moment, the two of you stare into each other’s eyes, but your self-doubt gets the better of you and you move back, cheeks aflame. Clearing your throat, you say, “Sorry, there was a bit of sauce and I thought it would be best to get it myself.”

Lycaon looks away as well, “Ah… Yes thank you, fur stains can be especially tricky to remove.”

You hum and the moment is over. The conversation meanders to the topics of books, stocks, and finally your parents. It’s been so long since you’ve been allowed to talk about them. Your grandpa hated hearing about the son and daughter-in-law he lost and your friends never wanted to listen to anything you said regardless of what the topic was. But Lycaon was different, he listened to the good, the bad, and the great.

The night can’t go on forever and eventually, the date ends. Both of you go home feeling closer than ever, but somehow farther apart. Your routines return to normal and that fairy-tale night is never mentioned aloud again. Only in your dreams do both of you relive the sauce-wiping, but this time the story ends with a kiss.

In the morning, a month later, you open the fridge and are reminded of the first day of Lycaon’s stay at your abode. Yesterday was usually your grocery day, but you got caught up in reading over and evaluating stocks, while Lycaon even forgot to eat while going over Victoria Housekeeping’s books. Lycaon emerges from the hallway and sees the same thing you do, a completely empty fridge.

“Looks like we’ll have to head to the 141 convenience store,” You say with a groan.

"Please forgive me for being so inattentive," Lycaon says as his ears go flat and his eyebrows scrunch together. He's been so open with his emotions since that night spent together at Waterfall Soup, and you couldn't appreciate it more. Things have been looking up for you after feeling miserable for so long.

Patting him on the shoulder, you say with a hint of humor and teasing, "Stop being so dramatic, Lycaon. We just forgot to get groceries for one day, no big deal."

At least, that's what you thought before arriving at the store and seeing her... Brittany. She has a baby bump and she's on the arm of an attractive man. You think you might have seen him in the Millionaires Weekly magazine. Lycaon stands next to you, unaware of your silent freak-out session at seeing your ex-friend. Scooching a little bit closer to him, you attempt to hide from her serpentine-like leer, but even Lycaon's imposing figure isn't enough to escape her clutches.

In a shriller voice than you remember, you hear, "(y/n)? Is that you? I haven't seen you in ages." Brittany smiles, but somewhere deep inside you understand that it's closer to a smirtle, "Well since you know, the funeral? How are you holding up, Babes? Still living that highlife in that big dusty mansion, your pops left you?"

Brittany's boy toy leaves in a grump when he realizes that his woman is going to talk, and it's going to take a long time. Maybe if you play your cards right, you can leave just like him, "Things are going fine. Actually, Lycaon and I need to be-"

Her analytical regard finally falls on Lycaon, "Who's this fine piece of meat you have here? How much did you pay for him, sis? Is he for sale? You know, I was thinking about-"

"I don't own Lycaon and nobody ever will. He's his own person who makes his own decisions!" For the first time in your life, you raise your voice at her.

Brittany scoffs, "Honey, we both know that the only way you can get people to hang out with you is to flash a couple of dennies at them."

And with one sentence, you're sent spiraling again, because wasn't she right? The only reason Lycaon is here now is because of your grandpa paying him. Why does nobody ever like you, for you? Don't you deserve to be like everyone else, with friends and family who love you? What makes everyone else so much better that they get to bask in these simple pleasures? What's so wrong with you, that nobody will be around you without the promise of dennies? Even someone as sweet and kind as Lycaon can only bear your presence for the promise of a paycheck.

Lycaon will not stand to be a bystander in this exchange any longer. He wraps his right arm around your chest from behind. The woman who seems too familiar with you for Lycaon's taste chuckles, "So he's even a guard dog." The lecherous stare she gives him brings a shiver down his spine, "My my, Babes, you really know how to pick 'em." Lycaon must consciously force his lips from baring his teeth. How dare this nobody threaten you, his best friend, and maybe even something more.

Having not moved an inch since that woman started spouting lies about you and your money, Lycaon grows concerned. The best course of action would be to leave as soon as possible. He goes to step away from this monster of a woman, but she follows his movement and whispers into your ear, "If you dare raise your voice at me in public again, I will make sure you regret it."

With more growl than voice, Lycaon threatens back, "If I ever hear you intimidate her again, I'll rip your throat out." Her shock gives Lycaon the opportunity to guide you out of the 141 and into your car. The drive home is filled with excruciating silence. It's never been like this between the two of you, even during his first day on the job.

You don't even notice you've left the store until Lycaon stands outside your passenger's side door, looking down at you, concerned. Brittany wasn't always a good friend, but at least she always helped you to realize things about yourself that you were too blind to see. For example, how much of a user you are.

Lycaon stays with you out of pity and a sense of obligation for his job. Nothing more nothing less, and yet you force him to play the role of your boyfriend in your day-to-day life. As soon as you felt yourself develop feelings, you should have told him to leave and never return. The only person who deserved to be trapped in all of these dusty walls was you. Why must you always drag people into your problems?

Taking Lycaon's offered hand, you squeeze it one last time then let go forever. In the foyer, you address Lycaon for the first time since you left the grocery store, "I release you, Lycaon."

Perked-up ears crown Lycaon's head as his eyebrows scrunch together, "Release me? I beg your pardon?"

Taking a calming breath, you explain, "I have no need of your services anymore." Tears brim your eyes; you try to blink them away before Lycaon can notice, "Please don't feel compelled to stay any longer. I'm sorry that-"

Lycaon interrupts you, though it is against etiquette, "I haven't felt obligated to spend time with you." Bravery was something that Lycaon exuded without trying nowadays, but somehow around you, he feels like that pup who just lost his parents all over again. This is one of those moments when his fear gets the better of him, "Serving you has been a duty I have taken to gladly. Never have I felt forced to stay in your presence."

Moving closer, Lycaon hopes to remove this invisible wall that you've put up around yourself, but you take a step back, "Please leave." He clenches his right fist and quickly hides it behind his back. An argument is on the tip of his tongue, but your rejection of everything that is him is too hard to handle. He withdraws to his attendant mask of indifference.

"Is there any way I can convince you to rescind that order?"

You look away, hugging yourself, "No." The only way you're able to say that one little word is to think about how much you are helping Lycaon by letting him go. He must have been acting like he was enjoying your company, just like the others, just like Brittany said. Who would ever want to spend time with someone as unkind, stupid, and weak as you?

Swiftly and silently, Lycaon packs up the personal items he left throughout the house. Lycaon promises to all who he serves that he will eliminate any obstacle. But now that you see him as an obstacle, he finds himself almost unable to remove himself from your life. In the short time he's come to know you, you have become indispensable to him.

In no time at all, his duffle bag is packed and he's heading for the door. A small part of him hopes that you will be there to see him off, giving him one last chance to convince you to let him stay, but you are nowhere in sight. So, he leaves believing that this is all for your own good, not knowing that you are thinking the very same thing.

The final click of your door closing is the straw that breaks the camel's back. You collapse in on yourself and start to sob. Now you are truly and completely alone with only your money for company.

Lycaon's next month passes in a slog. Seeing as he won't be having another job lined up for six months, he decides to get a head start on the paperwork required to run Victoria Housekeeping. Unfortunately, even this isn't enough to completely distract him from you. The time without you passes in a slog. He feels like a fly stuck in a trap, stuck but still trying to move forward.

On the other hand, you aren't even struggling to move forward. After Lycaon left, you haven't been able to leave your house. Stuck in bed, withering in sadness. Life has no meaning when you have no one to share it with. Your heart has no one to keep it and now it is slowly dying.

Today is like any other day for Lycaon, dull. That is, until he receives an unexpected call from one of his past employers, Mr. Evergarden, "Good morning, Mr. Evergarden. How may Victoria Housekeeping be of service?"

"Are you busy right now? I need you to do a wellness check for one of my clients," Mr. Evergarden pauses, trying to think of how best to phrase, "Her last remaining family member just passed away. She seemed to be doing well for a while, but that all changed last month. I haven't heard from her in a couple of days." Lycaon hears Mr. Evergarden sigh, "She's a good kid, reminds me a lot of Lilac; I'm just worried about her."

"Luckily, I'm free at the moment. I can check up on this client of yours as soon as you send her address and info," Lycaon says as he starts to get up from his chair and head for the door.

"Thank you so much, Lycaon. I just sent it over in an email. Call me with an update once you find out about her whereabouts," Mr. Evergarden ends the call and Lycaon's face goes white when he reads the email- it's your address.

Frantically, Lycaon knocks on your door. He had tried to keep you out of his mind as much as possible in these last couple of weeks, but now he sees how much of a mistake that was. You don't have anyone to depend on right now. Why was he so selfish as to try to keep you all for himself instead of setting you up with a support system? He was such an utter and complete fool.

Lycaon pounds and pounds on the door and yet, still no response. Closing his eyes, he tries to focus on his sense of hearing and finds nothing. Not even the shallow breaths Lycaon would hear when you slept were heard. Perhaps you would yell at him later for destroying your front door, but consequences be damned when there is a chance you are in danger.

By all accounts, the house seems empty. The only lead Lycaon has is the faint smell of water, soap, and blood. The sight he sees in the bathroom is like that of a horror film Master Proxie might rent out. There you are with vertical slit wrists and a bathtub full of blood and bubbles.

Without delay, Lycaon swallows the sobs that threaten to break from his throat at the sight and gets to work; he can worry about the why later. Your bathroom sink has a first aid kit under it, so he can use the bandages to quickly stop the bleeding. No matter how adept Lycaon is at first aid, he still needs to take you to a hospital. The cuts you've made on your arms are deep, they may even need stitches.

The rest of the day is a blur. Getting you to the hospital, checking you in, sitting by your side all night because the doctors said you might not make it, Lycaon cannot distinctly recall any of it.

A feeling of weakness overcomes you as you peel your eyes open. Something is weighing down your right arm. Using your left, you try to remove it and instead come into contact with something warm and fluffy. The texture reminds you of someone you miss dearly, someone who made you feel like something more than your grandpa's money.

On your right arm, you start to feel water drops and the voice of the man you miss the most, "I never thought I would see you again."

Then, it all comes rushing back: your month-long spiral into madness and sadness. Everything is so hopeless when you're all alone, and everyone eventually leaves you or you push them away, so what's the point? You stop stroking Lycaon's ears and use your left hand to clutch your hospital gown at your breasts, "Why did you bring me here, Lycaon?"

Lycaon tries to pull himself together; his response is almost robotic, "You are a client of Victoria Housekeeping, it is my duty to serve and protect you."

You can't even look at him right now. All those moments spent together, building a bond closer than that of master and attendant, must have been exaggerated in your head. Sighing, you say, "I made sure that my grandfather's payment to your company went through. There was no reason for you to come to my house." Quietly, you mutter, "I even left some money for you in my will."

A snarl permeates through the room, "Do you think I only care about money as all of those worthless beings you used to call friends do?"

Tears have started to openly fall from your eyes, "Doesn't everyone!? Brittany was right! No one wants me. No one stays with me. My money is all that I am. Without my family legacy, I am nothing. Isn't that just the most pathetic thing in the world?" The pain and agony your mind must put you through are clearly shown in your eyes. You continue faintly, "Aren't I the most pathetic thing in the world?"

Lycaon can barely hold himself together and when he hears your final question, he falls apart. His fur is matted with tear streams, "I am so sorry, (y/n). I am sorry that I ignored your suffering or that I was ignorant of it. I started this job because of the money your grandfather paid me, yes, but I stayed for you. Selfishly, I chose not to help find you friends; I wanted to keep you all for myself. Now, you have paid the price for my greed."

You give him a look of confusion, hurt, and disbelief, "Then why did you still try to act like my servant, even to the very end?"

Eye closed, Lycaon ignores his instincts and does the brave thing, "When I was younger, I had to live on the streets. As an orphan living in poverty, I had to do what I could to survive. Our relationship was too important for me to risk losing, so I did the cowardly thing. I should have known that you are not like any other patron of Victoria Housekeeping. If I had just been honest-"

"Wait, Lycaon, what are you saying?" you grab both of his hands with yours.

"I love you, (y/n), and I hope that we can still maintain our relationship," Lycaon's eye is so intense, you cannot see a hint of a lie in his words. "I would like to give up my role as your housekeeper and instead become your heartkeeper. I have seen how kind, thoughtful, and down-to-earth you are. You have a bravery I could never match, and don't even get me started on your great sense of humor. I could go on, but we may be here all day if I list all of the things I like about you."

For the first time you can remember, you cry tears of joy, "I love you too, Lycaon. You're so kind and considerate to every being you meet, including the dogs at Lumina Square." Lycaon looks away, slightly guilty, but doesn't correct you, "I love how trusting you are of me, how each moment spent with you is a moment of joy and hopefulness, and how I feel able to put my trust fully into you and you can do the same. Don't even get me started on your velvety smooth fur."

Though in your eyes, you must look like one of the least attractive beings on the planet, clad in hospital garbs and connected to IVs through plastic tubing, Lycaon still asks, "May I kiss you?"

You pull him closer. Very nearly, you don't, but if Lycaon can be brave so can you. Nervous fingers twitch, wanting to grab Lycaon's vest and you say, "You can kiss me any time you want, Heartkeeper." The kiss isn't demanding or forceful; it's like a kiss shared between the prince and princess of a Disney movie, all softness and sunshine.

The hospital keeps you in for another night, to make sure you're mentally alright to go back home. Lycaon has to sign a document stating that he won't leave you alone. Even though you should have everything you want, your depression doesn't magically vanish. It takes months of work with a therapist, but things do get better. The real test is when you see Brittany again at 141.

She looks a lot sadder than usual. She's lost her baby bump and gained a baby on her hip. The man she was with last time is nowhere to be seen. Seeing you and Lycaon, she saunters up to the both of you, "Nice to see you here again, Babes. Would you mind helping a girl out with her grocery bill? This little one just lost her dad, and you know how hard it can be for a child to grow up without a parent or two."

Lycaon almost rolls his eyes at her comment. You don't want anything to do with this woman, but for safety's sake, he keeps close tabs on her. That baby on her hip is surely going to grow up without a father because the father is unknown. She tried to pin it on her stockbroker boyfriend, but once the paternity test came back negative, he ran like a bat out of hell.

You look guilty, about to give in, but a large hand holding yours helps you gain the resolve you need, "I am not your Babes anymore Brittany. We stopped being friends after my grandpa's funeral." Brittany balks, trying to call you out for being a bitch; you only walk away.

The sound of a grocery basket hitting the floor startles you to turn around. Brittany has gotten on her knees, begging, "Please help me out. I don't have anyone else to go to, and you used to be so good and generous."

Seeing her act this way allows you to let go of any attachment you had for her. You see her as she truly is, a sniveling, worthless, bottom-feeding worm. But, that doesn't mean her child has to suffer. "Here," you say as you hand her 1,000 dennies. "That should cover the cost of groceries and for something a little more for your baby. I wouldn't be helping you out if it weren't for that little guy." The stare you give her could kill it is so fierce, "You are one of the worst people I have ever met, but I'm not going to be as horrible as you. If you're ever on the streets give me a call, and I'll see what I can do." And with that, you've made a clean break from Brittany.

As you and Lycaon unload your groceries, he asks you, "Would you ever want to have kids?"

You pause in putting the milk and eggs away to ponder his question, but the answer seems clear, "I would, but the thought is so terrifying. What if I end up leaving them like my parents left me? I don't have a father they can fall back on, but isn't the risk always worth the reward?"

Lycaon nods thoughtfully, "I was hoping you would say something like that; you would make an amazing mother."

"You would make an amazing father, Lycaon, and that's a good thing since I'm going to need all the help I can get, raising Thirens," you say, quietly giggling.

Lycaon's ears swerve when hearing your final statement. He quickly puts away the last of the groceries, "I hope I'm not presuming too much, but do you mean to say, that you would like to create a child with me?"

Looking behind Lycaon, you see his tail wagging the fastest you've ever seen it wag. You trail your hand down his arm, following the flow of his fur, "Who else would I trust with such an important task?"

Faster than you can blink, Lycaon has you pinned against the kitchen counter, "You are a vexing little minx when you want to be."

Caressing his cheek, you seductively whisper in his ear, "Only for you." He crashes his lips against yours in a frenzy. Lately, your kisses have gotten much more bold and aggressive. This is the culmination of that. You can already feel the bruise form on your lips from this brutal, but oh so satisfying kiss.

The only reason the two of you break away from each other is to get a breath in. Huffing and puffing, your big bad wolf grits his teeth and looks away, "If we continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop."

Gently, you guide his head back to yours so you can look him in the eye, "I think I'm ready. Just, try to be as gentle as you can."

Lycaon's eye sparkles, his ears twitch, and his tail moves at a mile a minute. Without any hassle, he picks you up and heads for the bedroom. Somehow, Lycaon is able to keep enough of his attention on walking as he kisses with all of the passion in the world.

Like you are a fine piece of china, Lycaon lays you down on your shared bed. The makeout session continues as you slowly but surely remove each other's clothes. You glance down to get a sneak peek at what he's packing. From what you can tell from that bulge, he must be packing at least eight inches. Lycaon follows your gaze and reassures, "I'll prepare you, don't worry." Slowly, you nod and start to explore his exposed body. Unsurprisingly, Lycaon is ripped. Just by squeezing his arm, you moan from the pure strength encased under his fur.

Lycaon is no better at the moment. Your breasts are perfect in every conceivable way. He can't get enough of caressing them and a part of him wonders what they would taste like. Tentatively, he licks. The pillowy feel of them on his tongue is too much for him to resist.

His licks and suckling are making you wetter and more distracted by the second. Distracted enough for Lycaon to remove the last two articles of clothing separating the two of you. He replaces his mouth with his hands on your breasts and moves down your body to where the most delicious smell he has ever experienced is emanating from. So badly does he wish to start digging into his feast, but he wants to wait for your permission to go any further. This is truly the point of no return. Though he is painfully hard right now, he still has enough consciousness left to back down.

You look down and see Lycaon's head between your thighs, eyes silently asking for permission. Smiling softly, you stroke his ears, "I wouldn't have gotten this far with you if I wasn't certain I wanted this. Please, Lycaon, fuck me."

That's all the go-ahead he needs before he starts tasting and lapping at your juices paying special attention to your clit with his fingers. When he feels you are wet enough, he pauses to snip the claws off of his left hand. With one finger, he starts to move one finger into your tight channel. Even though it's only one finger, you still struggle to take the girth of it. Lycaon doesn't ignore your clit as he works you up to take more of his fingers. Within no time at all, he's helped you to take three of his fingers and with a few mind-blowing orgasms to boot.

Lycaon huskily pants, "Do you think you're ready?"

Vibrating with need, you reply, "More than, but do you want me to?" In place of words, you move your hand down between the two of you to do a few tentative strokes to his hard girth.

Lycaon growls and groans, "If you keep that up, I won't be able to hold back." You remove your hand swiftly, but not before feeling something very thick at his base, but you don't have much time to ponder the feeling before your vision is entirely taken up by Lycaon.

His impressive length is lined up with your tight channel. The two of you are one thrust apart from being joined. Lycaon leans forward and growls in your ear, "I am going to absolutely ruin you."

The thrust starts strong but settles down to gentle prodding when Lycaon witnesses your pained expression. It takes all the willpower he possesses and a little more to stop him from rutting into you like a dog in heat. You are gripping him so delectably that he can't help but want to go feral for you. Finally, he feels himself bottom out. Patiently, he waits for your approval to move.

A couple of tears have escaped your scrunched-up eyes, so Lycaon licks and kisses them away. Your eyes open at the feel of his warm tongue on your cheeks. Hesitantly, you clench your pelvic floor muscles and Lycaon playfully nips at your ear, "Do not do that too much or I will not last long."

Cockily you reply, "Start moving and I won't need to." That's all the permission Lycaon needs and he gets off to the races. Without mercy, he thrusts in and out of your pussy. The drag of his cock on your walls is heavenly. Especially because of your previous orgasms, you know that you won't last long.

Lycaon is in much the same boat, "Sincerest apologies, I don't believe I can keep this up for much longer."

In between pants and moans, you say, "Same." One particularly hard thrust is all it takes to push the both of you over the edge.

You think Lycaon will remove himself soon, but he stays in plays with one wide eye, "Lycaon, what's wrong?" Without thinking, you clench and feel it, his knot. How you didn't feel the large bulge at his base before this point is beyond you.

Seeing the realization in your eyes, Lycaon looks at you guiltily with ears flat to his head, "I didn't realize my knot was inflating before it was too late. I hope you aren't too disgusted with me."

Smoothing Lycaon's unruly hair, you say, "Nothing about you would ever disgust me. If anything, this makes you even more attractive. I love you, Lycaon, and that means all part of you."

Lycaon's tense muscles relax as he lays on top of you like a weighted blanket, "I love you too." You and your housekeeper-turned-heartkeeper fell asleep in love and joined together.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! I think this bitch is good luck bros. I got C1 Lycaon while writing this. I hope that if you want him, you guys can get him. Comments are appreciated.

#zenless zone zero #von lycaon #zzz lycaon #lycaon x reader #nsfw #knotting #bullying #depression

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violent-grove · 1 year ago

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Yass bitch please write this! I’m begging you! It’s such a good idea

inspired by

Lucifer x Reader. Y/n was his first wife his first love. She was the brightest angel in all of Heaven. She shared the same dreams and ideas, to share with the creation of the new world.

She was excited having great news to share with her lover. The Garden of Eden, where the first two humans resided Lilith and Adam.

That’s where she saw Lucifer gazing into the eyes of Lilith, as he did to her. That loving gaze. Y/n flew away before he could notice.

Eons have past Lilith and Lucifer married after they were banished from Heaven.

Charlie is greeted by someone who looks an odly a lot like her dad. Who shows her around, heaven then takes her to meet his mother y/n..

I should write this

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violent-grove · 2 years ago

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(Neuvillette x Reader) The Final Ingredient

Summary: You are the last of your people to meet with the hydro dragon. All others scorn him for fraternizing with the Fontainians that chose the land. They wonder why you still stick around; they say it's because of loyalty, but really it's because of love. With the help of a certain potion-obsessed melusine, the two of you can be together.

NSFW

Word Count: 4k

What you wouldn't give to be out of the waters of Fontaine and move to the land. You are a part of the few Fontainians who decided to stay in the water when all others chose to move to the land. By now, all of you had been forgotten beneath the waves. Well, forgotten by all except one, Monsieur Neuvillette. Even the incompetent Hydro Archon had forgotten about her water-bound people, but not your precious Hydro dragon.

Every new moon, he would make the trek down to Elynas' skull to meet with you. The two of you would talk for hours on end about whatever caught your fancies. You tried not to be greedy, you really did, but every time Neuvillette would have to leave you for his larger duties as the Chief Justice of Fontaine, your heart would tear in two from the longing.

It didn't used to be like this; you weren't always the only one to make the effort to meet with Neuvillette. All of your people used to relish in the attention he would give, but as Neuvillette slowly transferred his life from that of a water-bound hydro dragon to that of a human Iudex, he slowly lost the respect of your people.

"How dare he disrespect the water who hast given it but a sliver of its power," some would cry. "What gives him the right to abandon us here just as Egeria did when she turned herself into that archon-forsaken pool?" another would question. All of the many protests and excuses you gave fell on deaf gills, so eventually, you stopped trying to make them understand your loyalty to Neuvillette. After all, it wasn't only loyalty keeping you by his side, but also love.

Swimming around, pacing back and forth in the melusine's village, you await the time for the sun to set and your time with Neuvillette to begin. Finally, after what seems to be decades, the sky has darkened enough for you to feel safe enough to venture out to Elynas. If you had it your way, you would go and wait for him as soon as you woke up, but after so many of your kinsmen turned up dead and fished up, the elders forbade anyone from surfacing outside of nighttime.

As usual, you're the first to arrive. Using the time afforded to you, you try to finger comb through your hair to get rid of the knots that formed from your quick swimming.

It had been a long day for Neuvillette, no scratch that, it had been a long month, but now that long drought of time without you would finally be over. Neuvillette walks to the eye of Elynas and spies you: the last mermaid who will dare to see a land-dweller like him. To get your attention, Neuvillette clears his throat. With a gasp, you turn around, and just like every other time, Neuvillette is practically blinded by your beauty.

With splashing water behind you, you glide to the water's edge, "Neuvi! You're finally here." A soft quirk of Neuvillette's mouth appears on his face. Your cheerful and bright demeanor never fails to put a smile on Neuvillette's face, especially after a long day of looking over court documents.

"How have you been, ma cherie?" Neuvillette asks while dipping his feet into the water, even under such dismal lighting, you are simply breathtaking. Giggling, you go on to tell him about how things have been in Lower Fontaine, but as you start to explain the current political affairs of your people, Neuvillette cuts you off, "I asked about you; how are things going in your life."

Your smile slowly drops, and Neuvillette's heart fills with concern. With a sigh, you look off into the distance, "Things are... fine. I wish I could gaze upon the blue sky floating upon the surface of the water, like in the days of old."

Neuvillette sadly sighs along with you, "You know why that is impossible now."

Sadly smiling, you reply as you have many times before, "I know." Picking up the conversation where you left off, you describe how day-to-day life has been going. The romantic drama has been alive and well this week, and even though Neuvillette is usually not at all interested in the inner workings of intimate relationships, he is now because it's you describing it. By the time you've finished explaining all the details of what's going on, the sun is about to rise.

A soft orange glow reflects off of the water and your eyes. Though Neuvillette is the first to notice the time, you soon see the sun peaking out from the lake too. Swiftly, your head turns to Neuvillette, "I'm so sorry, I took up all of our time with useless drama." You put your head in your hands to hide the embarrassed blush that is slowly appearing on your cheeks, but Neuvillette leans down to remove them.

"It's quite alright. I'm always glad to hear that your people are doing well," Neuvillette politely reassures.

Giggling, you simper brightly, "Whatever you say, Neuvi, but promise me that next time we'll spend the whole time talking about you." Neuvillette slowly nods, but he hopes that you will forget his promise. In comparison, he feels that his life is leagues more boring than yours. How would a vibrant young mermaid such as yourself find paperwork and court affairs at all interesting? How do you find him interesting? An old fogey hanging around a young mermaid; what has become of him?

As his thoughts start to spiral for the worst, you notice the clouds starting to darken, "Oh, Neuvi, it's okay; we don't have to talk about you if you want to. I just- I just wanted to hear about life on land. You know how curious I am." Sending him a reassuring smile, you swim up on the rock next to him to hold his hand. Oh, look at him now: he's even made you upset. How shameful.

"Do not fret over me; I am more than willing to share as much of my life as I am able. My only fear is that it would simply be too boring for you to listen to," Neuvillette confesses slowly and deliberately.

Moving up the rock you are perched on and therefore closer to Neuvillette, so close that your chest is touching his arm, you say, "Nothing about land-living or you would ever bore me. I find both subjects to be absolutely riveting."

At the feel of you pressing up against him, Neuvillette stiffens but slowly tries to relax his body. The two of you only have a short bit of time left together; there's no point in him being tense in these last precious moments. You certainly didn't know what you were doing. In the past, many Fontainians would brush up against him in a purely platonic way; you must be trying to recreate that. Even though that is the case, it still does not stop Neuvillette's beastly tendencies from surfacing in his crotch.

Now would be a perfect time to go: the sun has almost risen, but Neuvillette still cannot force himself to leave your softness and gentility. No one else in the entirety of Teyvat talks to him so freely and kindly. Being the Chief Justice of Fontaine had its ups and downs, but the loneliness is definitely one of the worst downsides.

As it is almost time for Neuvillette to go, he starts to move to sit up, but a hand gripping his sleeve stops him, "Please, just stay with me for five minutes more." And so, he does, and if he could extend those five minutes into five lifetimes, he would. A mere night a month is not enough to satisfy the constant need for you that lies within his heart, but he knows the dangers that are present for you. Humans can be such harsh creatures.

"Ma Cherie, I really must be going now. The court needs its judge," Neuvillette delicately removes your arm from him. The look of sadness and longing you throw his way is almost painful, but he must persevere, for your sake.

Each step Neuvillette takes feels like he is walking on fish hooks, trying to pull him back to you, but he loves you too much to stay any longer. If the humans ever caught wind he was fraternizing with a mermaid, they would show no mercy.

Waving dejectedly at Neuvillette, you sigh wistfully. You must wait for another month of your life to drift away while you and your hydro dragon are apart. At least, the melusines would prove to be a nice distraction. Somewhere, you heard Verenata was making potions and needed a taste tester. Perhaps that would cure your month-long boredom...

Another day, another pile of paperwork, that's Neuvillette's motto. It's already been two weeks since he's seen you, and just like every other time, it feels like a lifetime instead. If he could finish this stack of papers promptly, maybe he could see you in his dreams, but that infernal tap, tap, tap on the window behind him makes the task quite impossible. At first, he elects to ignore it, but that only makes the tapping grow more incessant.

With a glare on his face and a few harsh words on his tongue, ready to be spilled forth from his mouth, Neuvillette turns to deal with the tapping menace only to come up short on words. Perhaps, in his old age, Neuvillette has gone senile because there is no way you are standing right outside his door, waving at him animatedly.

Like a codfish, Neuvillette's mouth opens wide, and his eyes bulge from his skull. Briskly, he stands and opens the window. "Whatever on earth are you doing here!?" Neuvillette whisper-shouts scoldingly. The danger you put yourself in to see him is immense. He's seen too many mermaids impaled on spears to risk you ever coming on land. The question of how you could have even flopped all the way to his office never crossed his mind. Your safety is his top priority.

Devilishly smirking, your reply to his question, "Why, I walked, of course." Only then do Neuvillette's eyes meander down to where your tail normally is, but instead, lie a pair of legs. Neuvillette's hand comes up to stroke his chin. "Hmm," escapes his lips as he contemplates what he has just seen.

As Neuvillette is contemplating this strange turn of events, you take the opportunity and lean into his office, "Neuvi, would you mind at all spending the day with little old me in The Court of Fontaine." You pause to wait for his reaction, but all you receive is a sharp intake of breath, "A small country fish like me needs a city slicker to show her the ropes. Oh, won't you indulge me, Chief Justice?"

Neuvillette finds himself slowly nodding along to your demands, even though crime never takes a day off to go on a date with a pretty mermaid, and neither should justice; Neuvillette knows he will fall for your charms every time. You should be called a sirene instead of a mermaid; it is a name much more befitting of a temptress such as you. One day off should not be the end of the world, especially if he writes a strongly-worded letter to Furina about being overworked before he leaves.

Writing said letter takes no time at all, and soon enough, he's walking around the city with you perched on his arm. In all of the commotion, Neuvillette regrets that he did not ask you how you are here with legs nonetheless. As you stroll, he works up the courage, but right as he's about to voice his questions and concerns, you cut him off, "Isn't the weather simply marvelous today, Neuvillette?" In response, Neuvillette gives you an incredulous look. You sigh and say pleadingly, "Can we just enjoy one day together while I'm still on land, at least for today?"

Hesitating at first, Neuvillette finally relents with a nod at the sight of your importune face. He'll grant your wish until the end of the day, but then his selfishness will end. Releasing you back to Fontaine's waters is the right thing to do, but oh how this greedy dragon wishes to keep you beside him forever. If only his greed for you outweighed his love, but alas, the fear for your safety outweighs all of his desires. For now, your beaming face is enough to distract him.

The first spot you bring him to is Cafe Lucerne, "Look Neuvi! Isn't this that place with the great desert? Oh please, can we try some together?" How could Neuvillette ever deny you?

"Of course, ma cherie, let us take a seat over here," Neuvillette says as he guides you to a table overlooking the city's streets. Lifting his hand, Neuvillette motions for a waiter to come and take your orders while you are distracted by the new sights and sounds. He orders a Conch Madeleine for you and some high-quality water for himself. It has been a while since he's been able to sample the waters of his nation, and you have given him the perfect opportunity to do so.

Just as the two of you have every new moon, you make conversation. As promised before, Neuvillette reluctantly talks of himself. Though, at the beginning of your talk, he had attempted to swerve the conversation towards you, but you thwarted him. Without haste, the food and water arrive at your table. You immediately pick up your dessert before Neuvillette can warn you of its hot temperature. Predictably, you drop the food back onto the plate with a hiss of pain, "That's as hot as Emporer of Fire and Iron! How on Teyvat do humans eat this stuff."

Then, you proceed to do something that chokes the words right out of Neuvillette's mouth: you lick the burned fingers with such care and amourness that Neuvillette cannot help but wish your fingers were something else instead. Curse this human body and its weakness to carnal desires. Noticing Neuvillette's intense stare focused on your fingers, you smirk and get back to eating. That smirk confuses your poor dragon to no end. Surely you didn't know of humans' fornication. Your people have not needed to participate in such actions for centuries as all of you, like him, are immortal. You were one of the last born from this sort of romantic coupling, so you should know nothing of it. No, his indecent mind must be to blame.

The next stop on this little day date of yours is Bertin's House of Curiosities. Before Neuvillette was pulled into the store, the two of you had been on a leisurely stroll, but now here he stands: wearing funny hats and glasses, all for your amusement and partly his own. Neuviillette's happy when you are happy, and if making a fool of himself allows joy to come into your heart, he will play along.

By the time the two of you are done with your shopping trip, the moon is about to rise. You meander around, but finally, both of you end up walking along the road to the Opera Epiclese. Many couples stand around the Fountain Lucine. At the implication, Neuvillette blushes and looks away from your figure. At least now that the moon is rising, he can find out the answers to his many questions. The satisfaction Neuvillette feels is bittersweet because this also means that your time together is, once again, coming to an end.

As the people around the fountain file out to return to their homes, only you, Neuvillette, and the distant guardes remain, "How are you able to be on land?"

You turn to Neuvillette with a smirk, "You know Verenata? Well, after you left, I took up the job of her potion tester. As a reward, she asked me what kind of potion I would like to drink. More than anything, Neuvi, I wish to stay on land, and so I asked for a potion that could turn my fins into feet. Lo and behold, here I am."

Surprise is evident on Neuvillette's face, "So does that mean-"

"Yes, I could stay in my current state for as long as I wish, if provided the proper ingredients. Unfortunately, I'm only missing one thing."

Desperation consumes Neuvillette. What material would Verenata be unable to procure? He thought he had made sure she had access to all manner of plants and minerals for her potions. If you needed an ingredient, why were you spending the day goofing off with him? It's too late to go searching now; Neuvillette will not risk your safety by going out of the city at this time of night.

"And what, pray tell, is this last component needed?" Neuvillette asks calmly, though his heart and mind are aflutter with worry.

Breaking your eye contact with Neuvillette, you turn to gaze at the fountain's waters: ever-changing, ever-moving. It's time for your relationship with Neuvillette to do the same, "It's rare, it's a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing."

"As the Chief Justice of Fontaine, I will do everything in my power to assist you as the last of your people to still acknowledge me," Neuvillette says as he gets down on one knee and kisses your hand. His eyes plead with you to reveal a way in which he can help.

Sadly, you smile down at Neuvillette, "What I need is true love's kiss." And immediately, Neuvillette understands. The reason you spent this past day gallivanting about with him, the reason you have been acting so bittersweet in these past moments: they all lead back to your true love.

Neuvillette drops your hand and stands, "I see." He looks away while clearing his throat, "Do you acquire any help in locating them? My files on the citizens of Fontaine are quite extensive." Even though Neuvillette can not have you for himself, he still wishes for you to be happy.

Softly, you whisper, "Oh, you silly dragon." You grab Neuvillette's face and swerve it so he is looking at you, "Let's hope that this works." As an inquiry starts to form on his lips, you smash yours into his with unpracticed passion.

Neuvillette's eyes are in contentment as the kiss continues, but a soft blue shimmer appears around your legs which causes them to open and stare flabbergasted. Has he been blind to your feelings this whole time? He really is just a silly dragon. After what seems like ages, the two of you part, gasping for breath.

Cheekily, Neuvillette suggests, "Perhaps we should take this somewhere a little more apt." Still breathless, you nod and allow Neuvillette to lead you to his secluded estate. The mansion is made of marble with blue lapis accenting the exterior. The inside is filled with nick-nacks from Neuvillette's long life and time as the Chief Justice.

You are left no more time to admire Neuvillette's house because as soon as the door closes, Neuvillette is caging you against it like a beast gone mad. The kiss you shared by the fountain was of a more innocent quality, while the one you are experiencing now is full of salacious longing.

Neuvillette didn't know that he had this sort of zealous lust hiding within himself, but your kisses of true love brought out something feral within him. The only thought that consumes his mind is how best to take you as his own. If your wish is to stay on land with your true love, he will fulfill that wish with pleasure. While you are distracted by Neuvillette licking the seam of your lips, he takes the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth and pick you up by the thighs.

Having intercourse for the first time with the future Madame Neuvillette against a door will simply not do. While maintaining the kiss, Neuvillette cautiously carries you to his bed-chamber and lays you down on his bed. Having broken the kiss to make sure you were put down carefully, Neuvillette moves to continue where the two of you left off, but a push against his chest stops him in his tracks. Has he misread the situation? Is he moving too fast?

Before his thoughts can spiral any further, you interrupt them with your reassurances as you always do, "Neuvi, I just want to warn you that-" You take a deep breath to gather all of the courage you can muster, "I've never done anything like this before." Biting your lip, you look away from Neuvillette's intense gaze, but a chuckle causes your eyes to whip back to him.

"Forgive me for laughing, ma cherie, but neither have I," Neuvillette says with a seductive smirk. Relief floods your being, knowing there will be no judgment from Neuvi.

You pull Neuvillette down to continue the Fontainian kiss from earlier, tongue and all. Quickly, both of your clothes become scattered across the floor, discarded in haste. Neuvillette caresses your now bare body. The feel of you is heavenly, especially the part of your new anatomy that calls to him the most. Your cunt smells more divine than all of the waters he's flavored put together. He cannot even fathom how wonderful the taste will be. Taking a long lick, Neuvillette moans at the taste. Is this what the water tastes like in Celestia? If Neuvillette could drink only this from now on, he would die a happy man.

Slurping and sucking with unpracticed vigor, Neuvillette makes you come on his tongue thrice before he feels that the ache of his cock finally gets to be too much for him to bare. By the time he climbs up your body to taste your lips again, you are a panting mess of sweat and tears of pleasure. You take a couple of deep consecutive breaths and then break your kiss with Neuvillette, "I'm ready, mon amour."

Neuvillette takes one more steadying kiss from your lips, then starts to push into your tight, wet tunnel. Even after making you cum many times, the push is exceedingly difficult: given his size and your virginity. The slow pace is agonizing for both of you, but your safety comes first. One final push is all it takes for Neuvillette's thick cock to be fully sheathed inside you, and the squeeze is delightful. He takes a few stabilizing intakes of air to try not to cum too soon. This moment needs to last for a long while in his memory. Finally, his pretty little mermaid is all his. All he had to do was kiss her. Seeing your slight nod of the head, Neuvillette slowly pulls out and then back in.

The drag of Neuvullette's inhuman cock is remarkable. You have never experienced anything like it. After the initial pain had ebbed away, you were on cloud nine. Though Neuvillette said he had no prior experience, you find that hard to believe with how viciously he is pumping himself in and out of your pussy. All his ridges that had scared you at first only add to the mouthwatering friction his cock brings to your insides.

It's not long before the two of you are close to climax. To speed up the process, Neuvillette rubs your clit with fervor causing moan after moan to spill from your mouth. Soon, your walls are clenching and fluttering around Neuvillette's cock causing him to cum as well. The feeling is euphoric in a way like no other. As Neuvillette cums, he buries himself as deeply as he can inside you, trying to memorize the sensation that is you.

Quiet pants fill the room as both of you come down from your highs. "So, that's what sex is like," you breathily conclude. "That was amazing. Why did we stop doing that underwater?"

Neuvillette collapses beside you face first with a quiet groan. Giggling, you comb your hands through Neuvillette's long and luscious hair, "Thank you for giving me the final ingredient, mon amour."

Practically purring from your ministrations, Neuvillette replies, "Anything for you, ma cherie."

#neuvillette x y/n #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette x you #reader #neuvillette #genshin impact #explicit #dragon neuvillette #mermaid reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin smut

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violent-grove · 2 years ago

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(Neuvillette x Reader) A Simple Blouse

Summary: Neuvillette received a new secretary last Summer, you. Over this past year, his attraction for you has grown and triggered some of his baser instincts.

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Word Count: 2.6k

Today should have been like any other day for Neuvillette, except it wasn't. Outside, the birds are chirping, the skies are blue, and spring has finally sprung. Spring is the real problem in this matter; spring brings on a kind of uncontrollable want in most animals. Their biology is telling them that the time to mate is now. In normal circumstances, Neuvillette would not be affected by these biological urges. Though he is a dragon, mating season usually does not affect him as severely as it is now.

The only change that he has observed in his life is you: his cute little secretary who started work last Summer. At first, you were just like any other secretary he has had before, but after an all-nighter you two pulled together, Neuvillette became acquainted with your intelligence and wit.

After that fateful night, there were more like it to follow. Now, not only was Neuvillette noticing your stunning personality, but also your attractiveness in other areas, such as your appearance. That tight pencil skirt that all of his previous secretaries wore now seemed too revealing on you. On one fateful occasion, Neuvillette was working in his office when he heard you arrive and make polite conversation with Sedene, the front desk Melusine. Casually mentioning your new top, Neuvillette became curious and made sure to pay extra attention when you next came into his office to deliver papers.

The sight that you were to behold was simply breathtaking. The nice white button-up showed just enough cleavage to keep one wishing for more, but not too much to make you seem crass. Mind blank, Neuvillette accepted the papers without a word. Giving him a warm smile, you slipped out of the room, but though you were not there, Neuvillette's thoughts still lingered on you.

The aforementioned example is one of many in Neuvillette's time of working with you where he has become distracted by your inner and outer beauty. All of those little moments led him here: to mating season. If he thought his little problem with his secretary was bad before, it's downright unbearable now. His thoughts used to be split 75/25. Seventy-five for justice and twenty-five for you, but now almost all of his thoughts have been consumed by you.

In the past, Neuvillette would have gone to one of the other dragons for advice, but with most gone or in hiding, there are no options left. To think, the honorable Monsieur Neuvillette would need to have "the talk" at his age.

Sitting at his desk, Neuvillette puts his head in his hands and tries to breathe through his mouth. Not only is the sight of you delectable, but also the natural smell you give off is as well. Everything about you is making Neuvillette absolutely feral at the moment, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Work is impossible in his current state of mind, so Neuvillette gets up and heads for the door, intending to request some time off from Furina. At the very same time he moves for the door, you walk into his office with your delectable presence. Audibly, Neuvillette groans and leans against a nearby pillar.

Quickly setting down your paperwork, you run over to Neuvillette and support half of his weight, asking, "Monsieur Neuvillette, are you alright?"

Gods, even your voice is killing him. With as jerky a movement as a gardemek would give, Neuvillette nods. Curse your caring nature, because even with his afformation, Neuvillette can tell that you aren't going to take that as a real answer.

"Let me help you to your home sir, or at least to the aquabus," you say as you guide him out a back door to avoid alerting the other staff. You're always so considerate when it comes to him, perfect for a mate and a mother to his young, Neuvillette's internal thoughts supply. Clenching his fist and eyes, Neuvillette tries to calm down, but with you being so close, this attempt proves unsuccessful.

Finally, the two of you make it to the aquabus leading to his home. All he must do now is resist your siren-like temptation. You sit him down on the boat, making him as comfortable as possible. Just as Neuvillette thinks this torture is over, a strong breeze blows your scent right into his awaiting nose. As if the gods of Celestia are out to get him, he lets out an involuntary moan and slumps over from his sitting position, making you even more concerned, "Monsieur Neuvillette, this may be a tad unprofessional, but please allow me to accompany you to your home. I don't mean to doubt your capabilities, but you may have trouble in your sickened state."

At your words, Neuvillette can't get the thought of you in his home, in his room, on his bed, and in his den out of his mind. Would you find it acceptable, or would you reject his very being for showing such incompetence in his living quarters? At this point, Neuvillette is too weak to argue and too intoxicated on hormones to deny your request, so he softly says, "Please."

The rest of the ride is spent as close to heaven as Neuvillette could get, meaning his head was seated on your lap the whole time. By the end of the thirty-minute journey, Neuvillette had almost drifted off to dreamland. Only the soft shake from your hand and the warm and welcoming scent of you finally rouse him from his slumber.

Thankfully, the walk to his estate is a short one, and soon enough, you've laid him in his bed and started to dote on him as any good secretary, or mate, should. Throughout the day, you bring him soup, a cool cloth to help with his warm temperature, and make sure he is as comfortable as possible. The longer your motherly actions continue, the harder it is for Neuvillette to resist the urge to claim you as his.

Finally, his breaking point arrives when you replace his cool cloth for the fifth time. You're wearing that designer white button-up again, and your bent-over position provides Neuvillette the perfect vantage point to see your cleavage. Taking this prime opportunity, Neuvillette releases the small amount of control he has kept for these long hours and flips you over so your back is to the bed and he is hovering over you. Only a brief question of, "Neuvillette?" escapes your lips before he quiets you with a searing kiss.

At first, you submit entirely to the kiss, but soon, the realization dawns on you as to who you are kissing, and you forcefully tap Neuvillette's chest in protest. Reluctantly, he releases you from the passionate exchange. The sight of your bruised lips and debauched expression causes him to innerly purr. His mate is marked up by none other than him, but not nearly enough for his liking. So, he goes back in for another kiss, this time intending to turn it Fontainian with the use of his tongue, but yet again, he is stopped by your pleading look and pushing hands.

"Monsieur Neuvillette, I don't know what has come over you, but let's talk this out first before it goes any further," You try to get through to him with logic, but it takes a while for Neuvillette to cobble enough non-primal brain cells to respond.

Closing his eyes and breathing through his mouth helps to negate the aphrodisiac-like effects your presence has on him, "Do you know what season it is right now in Fontaine?"

Hesitantly, you reply almost questioningly, "Spring?"

"And do you know what animals go through during spring?"

At Neuvillette's words, your eyebrows scrunch up but slowly loosen as your eyes widen in realization. A dark flush appears on your cheeks as you ask the obvious, "Are you in a sort of... What I mean to say is- Is your body going through-?"

"Yes, I am in heat. The first one in many years," Neuvillette mercifully answers. Though it has only been a minute or so, the temptation that is you is too much to ignore, and he ends up burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, breathing you in.

Squeaking at first, you relax and try to continue the conversation as best you can, "Should I go get someone?" The mere thought of you leaving him and being replaced with an inferior model makes a deep rumble appear in his chest, "Or not..." Neuvillette removes his head from your neck for a moment to stare at you, before finally deciding to plop down his entire weight onto your body and trap you in a bone-crushing hug. Letting out a small umph, you hesitantly start to hug him back and rub small circles onto his back, "Neuvillette, what would you have me do? As your secretary, I will attempt to assist you in any way that I can."

How could a perverted creature such as himself ever dare to even attempt to touch you in such a way? And yet, he still holds onto you just as tightly. Perhaps, he really is the monstrous dragons human texts make him out to be. At his silent stewing, the sky starts to reflect his inner turmoil. He's only ripped from his thoughts as he is ripped from the comfort of your sweet-smelling shoulder, "Neuvillette, please, just talk to me." Your thumbs start to rub soothing circles along his cheeks.

"Just- just please stay with me. Just like this for a while," Neuvillette looks away from your kind face before continuing, "Then, I promise to let you go, but let me melt into your bliss for a few moments more."

The kindness in your face slowly fades into a bittersweet smile as you call him on his bluff, "If you were planning to let me go, Neuvillette, you would have done so already." Neuvillette's eyebrows scrunch together at the truth present in your statement. He knew that once you entered his home and den, there was no coming out until his heat had abated. Turning his eyes back to you, you ask him the million mora question on your mind, "Neuvillette, why am I here?"

Clearing his throat, he gives a non-answer, "I think you know why."

But you persist, "Please, just humor this secretary of yours."

"I believe I have fallen for you, Mademoiselle (y/n); perhaps even as hard as the raindrops hit the ground after a trial, or as hard as the water hits the falls of the Fontaine plateau." There is such conviction in Neuvillette's eyes that it makes you believe his words immediately.

Pulling him down for a quick peck on the lips, you ask, "Then, would you really be satisfied with only holding me?" It is only then that Neuvillette notices the growing strain in his pants. His cock is now rubbing deliciously against your thigh, courtesy of you. Again, Neuvillette breathes through his nose and frantically shakes his head. Because of your ministrations, his shaky hold on reality is slowly but surely slipping. "I'll help in any way I can, Chief Justice Neuvillette," your sultry tone does Neuvillette in, and he finally loses himself to his instincts.

The first course of action is to mark that unblemished neck of yours, so he goes right in and sucks and bites to his heart's content. Soon enough, your neck is blooming with red and purple marks, all thanks to the Iudex of Fontaine.

Seeing where this is going, you start to try and hastily remove your clothes in preparation for what is to happen, but Neuvillette is faster. Before you're even halfway through unbuttoning your shirt, Neuvillette has ripped it clean off of your body. The pencil skirt you wore was not far behind. Sensing a protest starting to form on your lips, Neuvillette kisses you as a distraction. Unlike before, where there was still a modicum of gentility, now there is only sharp teeth and tongue left in its place.

Though you are fully disrobed, Neuvillette still dons his undershirt and pants. Earlier, when you arrived at Neuvillette's estate, you had helped him out of the stuffy judicial robes to help regulate his temperature. Pawing at his remaining clothes, Neuvillette quickly gets the message and tears them from his body as well. To have his mate wanting to see him so makes his inner beast preen.

At the feeling of his cock hitting the cool air, he hisses, but a gasp rips him from his pain. He spies you staring in awe, shock, and fear at his less-than-normal cock. Just like his arms, his cock is an azure blue with many thick veins. "Don't worry, ma chérie, it will fit." But truthfully, Neuvillette knows his cock could never bully its way inside of you when you're in this compressed state.

So, he takes to his knees and starts eating pussy like mad. Though Neuvillette is inexperienced, he's read descriptions of this from over your shoulders. Perhaps Inazuman literature is useful for something. The way his tongue dives into your inner core slurping and licking with such brutality has you cumming almost embarrassingly quickly.

Giving you only a few moments to collect yourself, Neuvillette is already lined up and ready to go. Seeing that you are somewhat calmed down, Neuvillette gives no warning as he starts to push into your tight cavern. Though he loosened you up a bit with your previous orgasm, it is still a tight squeeze for him with his massive cock, but the two of you persevere. Tears are running down both of your cheeks from the pain and pleasure this intercourse brings, but soon enough Neuvillette is seated fully inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix.

For a long moment, Neuvillette stays still trying to stay calm and not cum from the sheer feeling of you engulfing him. Once he feels that both of you are adjusted, he is relentless in his pace: pumping in and out of you at an inhuman speed. The delicious feel of your walls clenching around every inch and vein of Neuvillette's cock is indescribably brilliant.

With the pace Neuvillette has set, it doesn't take long for the two of you to start to feel the build-up of an orgasm in your stomachs and for Neuvillette's knot to start to inflate. Noticing you are close, Neuvillette takes to rubbing your clit. Without further ado, you're cumming all over Neuvillette's cock. Your orgasm triggers Neuvillette's basic instincts to ram his cock as far as it'll go into your tight little pussy, knotting you together. Both of you pass out on Neuvillette's bed, still connected.

You wake up to the gentle stroking of your hair. Looking up, you see half of Neuvillette's pleased face as the other half is buried in your hair. You try to move away, but his arms hold you to him tighter, "Don't. My knot hasn't gone down yet." His words cause you to blush, but before you can get a word in, he says, "Please forgive me for my improper courting etiquette. I should not have allowed my baser instincts to control me and treat you so brazenly. If you would allow me, I would like to treat you like the proper lady you are and take you out on a nice date after this... period of time is over."

A soft smile forms on your face, but suddenly, his words strike you, "What do you mean, 'period of time'?"

Giving you an incredulous look, "You didn't think one round would be enough to satisfy a beast who has been denied carnal pleasures for millennia, did you?"

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n #knotting #heat #mating season #reader #explicit #you're his secretary UwU #dragon Neuvillette #Genshin Impact

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violent-grove · 2 years ago

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(Trickster x Reader) Starstruck No More

Summary: Being a previous fan of The Trickster gives you an upper hand with dealing with him and his shenanigans. At first he may need a bit of a reminder to who you are, but after he finds out, it's a game changer.

Word Count: 5.1k

This place was already enough of a nightmare without your murderer showing up here as well. You still remembered the fateful day that you allowed your misguided love for your bias, Ji-Woon Hak, to dictate your utterly stupid actions. Many called you crazy for hopping on a plane to South Korea just to meet your favorite K-pop star, but as a dedicated fan, this action was anything but insane. How were you supposed to know that your bias was a mass-murdering psycho? Meeting him was a dream come true; being murdered by him was a complete nightmare. Fortunately, as you were on the brink of death, the fog took you.

The realm wasn't the greatest, but at least you were alive. Your fellow survivors weren't that bad either; you'd even made friends with some of them. Finally, you were getting used to your predicament, when the entity threw a wrench into your life, Yun-Jin Lee.

Seeing her appear in the realm, made your blood turn cold. Hearing her harrowing tale of how she got to be there, made your blood turn to ice. Not only did she know about The Trickster's murderous attitude, she actively ignored it for her selfish desires. The shock you felt soon turned to anger, and that anger soon turned to fear. If she was here, was he here as well? You didn't get much time to mull over the new information, as the fog surrounded you, signaling the start of a new trial.

The trial was in Blackwater Swamp. Seeing a generator right next to the shack, you get to work as fast as possible. Maybe this killer would have an off day, and let you all escape. It was unlikely, but it happened sometimes. You spotted Yun-Jin a little in the distance and waved her over to your gen. This was probably her first trial, and though you hated her with a passion, you knew the more knowledge she possessed, the more likely everyone was to survive.

The both of you were about 75% done with the gen when you started to hear the build-up for one of your favorite songs. Yun-Jin softly tugged on your sleeve and whispered in a heavy Korean accent, "Remember that guy I was telling everyone about at the campfire? I think he's the killer." You nodded and tried to keep working on the generator to the best of your ability, but the music kept building and building until it felt like the tune was practically blaring in your ears. Looking over the side of the gen, you see him.

Out of shock, you open your mouth in a silent scream. If there was any doubt in your mind about this being the Yun-Jin from your world, that was now gone. There was no possibility that you would mistake his face; the face of your murderer, the face of your favorite idol, and the face of the man running over to kill you and Yun-Jin. She was also frozen in shock, but you were luckily able to think fast enough to grab her arm and take her over to shack. Even though you weren't the best chaser yourself, you knew you would be leagues ahead of this newbie. You turn to her and say, "Get out of here or hide in a locker; I'll try to keep him distracted." She nodded and ran off to what looked like another generator.

Now it would be just the two of you, killer and victim, reunited. No amount of mental preparation would have made you ready for him to zoom into the open doorway of shack with the most manic look you had ever seen. Taking a right, you fast vault the window while hearing the glass clinking of The Tricksters knives. Of course, he used his knife-throwing trick while trying to kill all of you; why wouldn't he? Looping shack had become second nature to you after all of your time spent in The Entity's realm, but his knife-throwing was making the task extremely difficult.

Before long, you were downed from his expert aim and hooked. Luckily, it seemed like The Trickster hadn't recognized you at all. While you were on the hook, you gave yourself time to think. If you were being honest, you would say that you were a little insulted. Did Ji-Woon have so many victims that you were just one of the others? The thought almost made you feel dejected, but you didn't have time to mope; Meg came and saved you from the hook. The rest of the trial went horribly. Everyone, but Yun-Jin, was sacrificed, and everyone returned to the campfire in a sour mood, you most of all.

Before today, you finally thought you were getting a grasp on your situation, but The Trickster's presence stirred up unwanted feelings inside of you. Sure, you still hated him, but you also couldn't ignore all that time you spent fangirling over him, his past band, and his new solo career. Why did you find him attractive even now? What was wrong with you? Why couldn't you get this stupid K-pop artist out of your head?

The next few trials for you were tortuous. Everyone one of them pitted you against The Trickster. The only upside to this was that you became practically an expert at dodging his knife attacks. Already you were above average, having watched his knife performances over and over on Youtube, but now you were so good that all survivors would quickly turn to you when they heard The Trickster's melody.

It was during one of your many chases with him that when you finally went down, you yelled out, "You motherfucker!" With you on his shoulder, he let out a chuckle and leaned against a wall in amusement. The laugh he let out reminded you of some of his interviews: it sounded normal. His mirth gave you enough time to wiggle off his shoulder and run away, but instead of chasing you as usual, he allowed you to run and went after a different survivor. You used the opportunity to try and work on a generator.

It was the end of the trial, and you were the last one left. Looking up, you saw Kate's body being taken by The Entity. You tried to focus on your surroundings and listen for the hatch, and soon you heard it, but Ji-Woon must have as well. When you became closer to the hatch, you also heard his tune. As you rounded the corner of Dead Dawg Saloon, you saw him there in the open, standing over the hatch.

Figuring you would get this over with, you marched right up to Ji-Woon. Instead of throwing any knives or swinging his bat, he just stood there and watched you approach. The both of you were only three feet apart by now. Maybe he was letting you go? At first, that was your thought, before he kept stepping in your way. You had tried to keep your patience, he was once your favorite idol after all, but you were done. Looking up into his eyes, you said with annoyance, "Ok dude, let me through or kill me. I want this to be done with."

Ji-Woon only smirked before saying in English, "I just want to get to know one of my fans. Is that too hard to ask?" You knew he could speak English, but not that well.

You take one look at him, scoff, and say, "Yes, yes that is too much to ask." Looking at the hatch behind him you ask in the fakest voice you can manage, "Now, can you please let me get hatch, Ji-Woon?"

He did one of his deranged laughs and shook his head, "Can't I at least know your name, Starstruck?"

Your lip arches up in a snarl, and you answer with a resounding, "No." The Trickster looked taken slightly aback, and you used that opportunity to slip by him and make your escape.

After that streak of constant Trickster trials, you were finally allowed some reprieve. Not that you missed the other killers, but at least there was some variety in your trials again. While you felt relief at being apart from The Trickster, he felt quite the opposite. Over the many trials the two of you had spent together, Ji-Woon's fondness for your chases had grown. Out of all of the survivors, you were the only one able to keep up with his knives.

The Entity granting you a break from him made all of his following trials more and more boring. None of the other survivors' screams compared to yours. The sound his little Starstruck produced was like no other, but it almost felt familiar. There would only be a couple more trials before night fell upon The Entity's realm, and everyone would be let off the hook for twelve hours.

With the days you've been having, all you wanted to do was flop down on the ground and sleep. Unfortunately, Yun-Jin had other plans. Just as you were losing consciousness and giving up your body for a well-deserved rest, you felt a hand start to shake your shoulder. Because you were face-planted on the ground, you had to turn your head to the right to look up at her. In a groggy and annoyed voice, you asked, "Yes, Yun-Jin?"

She averted her gaze, and gave off an aura of nervousness, "I wanted to talk to you about The Trickster." Sitting down beside you she motioned for you to do the same. Reluctantly, you moved yourself into a sitting position and looked at her expectantly. You could tell she had put her business mode into gear by the seriousness in her tone, "How are you able to dodge his knives so well?"

The question made you stiffen. Truthfully, you did not want to tell her about your intertwined past with The Trickster, but you could try to come up with a lie of some sort, "I don't know, I've been here longer than you. Maybe I'm just more used to dodging things like that. You know The Huntress, she throws stuff similar to how he does it."

Yun-Jin squinted her eyes at you as if to say 'really?' and looked you directly in the eyes, "I might buy that, but there are people who have been here longer than you, and none of them are as good at predicting his moves." The more you talked with this woman, the more perturbed you became. What right did she have to interrogate you? She indirectly caused your death!

Your irritation with the K-pop manager in front of you caused you to get up and leave, but as you were doing so, you had one last thing to say, "I'm tired, and I don't like to talk shop when I'm supposed to be resting." She was so pushy. It seems like she hadn't changed a bit from the last time you saw her, the day of your almost-death.

You and a group of maybe ten to twenty others were being herded by Yun-Jin backstage to meet some of the performers. But you only had one performer in mind at the time, and his name was Ji-Woon Hak. After months of saving, you were finally able to buy your dream ticket: a front-row seat with a backstage tour. The feelings you got when you met Ji-Woon were indescribable. It felt comparable to meeting a god. One of the goals you had for making this trip was to hopefully get over your obsession with The Trickster, but meeting him in person made you fall in love with him even more.

When you and the group walked in, he was removing some of the more cumbersome makeup. Immediately, the two of you made eye contact, and he gave you one of the prettiest smiles known to man. Luckily, you were set to meet him first and then the rest of the acts that performed, but when Yun-Jin began guiding the group to the next performer, you hung back and headed for the door.

A hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks. Looking behind you, your heart almost stopped breathing at the sight of Ji-Woon. He gave you a gentle smile and asked in Korean, "Where are you going, Starstruck?"

Taking a sharp inhale, you tried to call upon all of your Korean knowledge. You were able to understand quite a bit, thanks to the help of some Discord friends, but your ability to speak the language was quite lacking. Trying your best to respond, you say, "I- uh, want see only you." That Korean was terrible, and you knew it. That sentence made you want to crawl into a corner and die of embarrassment.

Ji-Woon chuckled and said in a very thick Korean accent, "You came all the way here to see little old me?" You could only dumbly nod in response, if only you could go back and slap some sense into your past self. Ji-Woon gave a bright smile that, now, you know as predatory with your foresight, "Why don't follow me; I'd like to learn the story of one of my most dedicated fans." He led you into his private room.

You were only given a couple of seconds to gawk at his personal quarters before you felt a stab in your side. The pain you felt from this newly acquired injury was like none you had felt before. It felt like your insides had been split open and then pried apart. The moment that you registered all of the pain, you collapsed onto your side. Your vision was blurry until you were able to focus on some shiny black boots walking your way.

Looking up from the ground, you saw your bias, and now murderer, standing over you, colorful knife in hand. He was letting out an insane-sounding laugh at your pain. Taking deep breaths, you use your final words to shakily ask, "Why?"

He goes to bend down as you feel your life slipping through your fingers. You see him open his mouth, about to say something, but before he gets the chance, everything goes black and you're sat by a campfire.

That brought you back to today with a hatred for K-pop and trust issues. Taking a look at your surroundings, at least you were far away from Yun-Jin for now. Finally isolated from the others, you were able to rest peacefully.

The next few days in the Entity's realm were back to the same old routine, for a while. It was the start of another trial in the Yamaoka Estate. You knew that the generator in the house was the most dangerous, but if you could get it out of the way, the rest of the trial should go smoothly. Quietly, you make your way over and get to work.

Ji-Woon did some shakes to get rid of his pre-show jitters; he needed to have absolute focus if he was going to hear all of those mediocre screams. Instantly he spotted David and started to pursue him. Within a couple of seconds, the large Englishman was on the ground with a dozen knives protruding from his back. Picking David up and hooking him, Ji-Woon thought he heard some noises coming from the main building of this map.

Making his way over, he spots you through the window; his little Starstruck is in the trial. Immediately after his lemon eyes saw you, he started to devise a plan. If he could kill everyone else in the trial, and down you at the end, he would have until you bled out to talk to you.

Now with a purpose, The Trickster got to work. First to go was David, then, Kate, and that Dwight character was the easiest. While he was chasing your teammates, he admired how you tried to take chase and lead him away, but with your time as his prize, nothing would stop him.

Again, you were pitted against your most hated killer. You had tried so many times to save your teammates, but it was all futile. It's almost like he was avoiding you. You saw the body of Dwight get lifted by The Entity and started to run and look for the hatch. Regrettably, it looked like another Dead Dawg Saloon scenario; across the map, you could see The Trickster standing above the hatch as if he was taunting you.

Starting to trudge over to him, you accept your soon-to-be fate. After last time, there was no way he would take any chances with you, and in your injured state, you didn't stand a chance.

Ji-Woon heard your footsteps and put on one of his best performer smiles. As he swung his bat, knocking you down, he happily yelled, "Starstruck, you made it!" The cry you made as you fell to the ground was divine, but he did not appreciate the glare that came after, "Aw, did you think you'd get past me like last time? That was a mean trick you pulled, and as you should know, out of the two of us, I should be the one playing tricks."

Your glare hardened, and you asked, "What do you want, Ji-Woon?"

He only smirked and said, "I'm only giving a bit of VIP time to my most dedicated fan."

His words made your nostrils flare, your face turn red, and your veins filled with molten hot lava. With all of your strength, you yelled out, "I hate you!"

When Ji-Woon heard those words, there was a small crack in his trickster persona, but only for a moment. His anger soon overtook his shock. How dare you? Stepping on your hand, you let out a yelp as he leaned down, "I would watch your words carefully, bitch. We still have a couple of minutes until you bleed out."

Your determination never faltered, "Do your worst. It can never be as bad as killing me in the real world."

Stepping off of you, Ji-Woon knit his eyebrows together in confusion and asked, "What?" Thinking back to all of his victims, Ji-Woon realized why you seemed so familiar, you were the one who got away. You bled out too quickly, and he wasn't able to capture any of your screams in his soundproof room. The knowledge made him visibly flinch. He couldn't even bring himself to stop your escape from his grasp a second time. Silently, he allowed you to crawl through hatch and escape.

Back at the killer's campsite, beyond the forest, Ji-Woon felt something he had never felt before, regret at killing someone. He remembers your vibrant spirit that he had dampened. Thankfully, he could still feel that spark emanating from you; it wasn't completely gone. Instead of attempting to snuff it out again, he wanted to fan your flame.

At the survivor campsite, you felt better than you had in ages. You were able to stand up to your murderer and live to tell the tale. Witnessing that shocked expression bloom on his face was more healing than any therapy session. Your fellow survivors congratulated you on your escape and started relaxing. Night had just fallen upon The Entity's realm, and you went to your Special place on the edge of the forest for some solitude.

The next trials were strange, to say the least. You went up against The Trickster every time and every time you got the hatch. By the sixth trial, you knew something was up. The amount of luck you would need to find the hatch first five times in a row when you're shorter and slower than Ji-Woon was almost impossible. You were very suspicious, so when the hatch spawned right next to you once Jane died, you hid in wait. Luckily, the bushes in Dead Dawg Saloon provided excellent cover.

Starting to hear The Trickster's musical build-up, you held your breath and tried not to make a sound. He was close enough that your heart was beating; he had to have heard the hatch's ambient noise by now. From your bush hiding spot, you saw him look at the hatch, then look around, and then walk away.

Your shock caused you to accidentally fall out of your bush. The both of you locked eyes and held expressions of utter surprise. At the same time, both of you ask, "What are you doing?"

Scoffing, you ask, "You thought you saw the hatch first; why didn't you close it?" Your eyes widen as the realization dawns upon you, "Were you doing this every trial? I don't get it! You love killing me; what would make you give that up?"

Ji-Woon's shoulders tensed, and he averted his gaze. Faintly, he whispered, "Well, why were you waiting here?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest, "There was no reason for you to stay."

Getting up off the ground and standing to your full height, you pat your shorts clean of dust, "For your information, I found it suspicious that I was finding hatch first every time, and rightfully so." You squint your eyes and point at him, "Clearly, you're up to something."

In real-time you see The Trickster mask don Ji-Woon's face, "What? I can't give my favorite fan a free escape now and then?"

You give him a deadpan look and answer matter-of-factly, "Not when you love to hear your "favorite fan's" screams of pain, no."

The pleasant smile slowly falls from Ji-Woon's face and is replaced with a frown as he finally reveals the real reason for his kindness, "I remember the night you died."

Your body goes straight as a rod, and your eyes quickly shift to the open hatch behind Ji-Woon. Noticing your eye movement, he steps to the side, giving you a clear out, but you don't take it. Instead, you look him in the eyes and brashly say, "So, what? You feel bad now? Yun-Jin told me I wasn't the first, and I certainly wasn't the last." Fists clenching at your sides, you don't stop, "This is just another way to manipulate one of your "fans" and I'm not buying it."

In response, all Ji-Woon can do is give you a sad and regretful look. You used to love him so much, but he turned that adoration into hatred. Placing his bat on the ground, Ji-Woon asked timidly, "Can I do anything to show you that I don't wish to kill you anymore or ever again?"

You thought for a bit. How could you use this manipulation to your advantage? Glancing around in contemplation, your eyes landed on a locker, or a reload station for Ji-Woon, and an idea struck, "Give me one of your knives." You held out your hand and made a come-hither motion, silently telling him where to place the knife.

For a moment Ji-Woon hesitated, and you used that moment to say, "If you aren't going to do it, I'll just leave."

Before you could blink, the handle of one of his blades was placed in your hands, "Just don't go showing it off to anyone, Starstruck" A wink followed, "Let's keep this idol-fan relationship a secret between just the two of us."

Your grip on the handle tightened, and your heart started beating for all the wrong reasons. Don't forget that he's a killer, a torturer, a murderer. He doesn't mean any of this. But god, did it feel good to get some attention from your old favorite bias. A robotic nod was all Ji-Woon got in response from you before you leaped into the hatch.

That was the start of many meetings the two of you had at the end of trials. You both learned that if he didn't close the hatch and you didn't open the exit gates, you had all the time in the world to talk. At first, the meetings were awkward, but over time the both of you warmed up to each other. You still didn't trust him entirely, but after so much time spent with Ji-Woon, you were getting to a place of mutual trust.

It was during one of these meetings that Ji-Woon realizes that he loves you almost as much if not more than he loves himself. You're fun, you're utterly enchanting, and you understand his music, even the screaming bits. That realization soon causes the fear to set in: the fear of your pain.

After that meeting, he tries to convince the other killers to go easy on you. You're his, after all; he should be the only one allowed to cause you pain. Some agree, and some don't. Those who disagree with his terms become his enemies. Any way he can, he tries to screw them over. The Entity seems to be in favor of your relationship as well. Ji-Woon can't remember a single trial where you aren't one of the four survivors with him.

Things were heating up between the two of you, but there had to be just one final push to bring the two of you together. Starting another trial, you see it's going to take place in Ormond. Great, this place is notorious for having difficult-to-work generators because of the cold. There's no time to waste, so you start to idly connect some wires. Yun-Jin makes her way over and begins to help out.

Things are going smoothly when the two of you hear the build-up for The Trickster's music. Yun-Jin lets out a quiet, "Oh god", but you just keep on working and touch the knife in your pocket. After that trial at Dead Dawg Saloon, Ji-Woon stopped trying to kill you altogether. He only ever hooked you when you wanted to make yourself seem less suspicious.

The only one who had seemed at all suspicious was Yun-Jin. As the music kept crescendoing, and you kept working, Yun-Jin's feelings from before came to a climax. She asked with determination, "How do you know Ji-Woon?" Her question made you mess up and explode the generator in front of the two of you.

You tried to play it off, "I have no idea what you mean."

But she wasn't buying it, "I know you know him. That's the only explanation for how he plays the game around you. Do you ever notice how you always escape the trials he's in, how you could last longer than anyone else in a chase?"

The music was so loud now that you could barely hear her, but she still managed to yell out, "Who are you?"

Giving her a pained look, you finally reveal, "He killed me!" That was the last thing Yun-Jin heard before going down and being hooked. As you ran in the opposite direction in mock panic, you got one last look at Yun-Jin's shocked and regret filled face. You tried to help the rest of your team during the trial, but as usual, it was all futile.

Ji-Woon entered Ormond's main building after hooking Jake, the last survivor before you, when he saw your shivering form. There you were, in all of your beauty, hugging yourself on the couch. How had he never noticed how the cold affected you here. Immediately, Ji-Woon removed his jacket and put it over your quaking shoulders. Looking up with a smile, you shakily thank him.

He takes a seat next to you on the couch, but before he gets the chance to speak, he feels you subtly scooting closer to him and the heat he provides. Any chance Ji-Woon has to be close to you, he'll take. So, he puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side.

Blushing, you look up at him, "Ji, you don't have to do this. I'm sure you're just as cold as I am." Thinking for a moment, you hesitantly suggest, "I could leave through hatch, then you wouldn't have to be-"

Ji-Woon put his chin on his outstretched hand and gave you one of his best celebrity looks, "Oh, Starstruck, you can't get rid of me that easily"

Snuggling into Ji-Woon more, you speedily reply, "No! I treasure every moment I can spend with you..." Trailing off, you keep going, "I just don't want you to suffer."

Your words make him think about all the times you've had to suffer. Whether it was being in The Entity's realm or by his hands in the real world, you've suffered enough in Ji-Woon's eyes. He holds you tighter and says one of the sweetest things you've ever heard, "If I could suffer for eternity instead of you, I would do so in a heartbeat." Looking down at your pure and kind expression, Ji-Woon swallowed. "You don't deserve the pain of this place."

His words felt so genuine and true; this was one of the many moments when it became impossible for you to tell yourself that this was all an act. His charming gestures in response to your shivering and his sweet words gave you the courage to lean in for a kiss, but halfway you started to chicken out. What were you thinking? Ji-Woon thought himself a god; there was no way he would even consider kissing a nobody like you.

But before you could back off completely, Ji-Woon made up the final distance and met your lips with his own in the most endearing kiss you've ever experienced. As you were kissing Ji-Woon, you felt something strange wash over you; it had the same feeling as entering the fog. The kiss lasted for ages, and the two of you only broke away when the need to breathe became too much.

When you opened your eyes and saw The Enity's claws coming up behind Ji-Woon, you pulled him back before any harm could come to him. At first, he was confused by your actions, until he also saw The Entity rising from the ground.

"That was impressive."

These words streamed into both of your heads, causing you to hold them in pain. You looked at each other in confusion.

"That true love's kiss was very touching." The disembodied voice sounded like it licked its lips, "Fortunately for you, these emotions taste way better than pain and mania. I won't be letting this relationship fail any time soon. Anything the two of you desire will be yours."

Soon enough, the both of you figured out this must be The Entity speaking. Ji-Woon was the first to speak up, "I'll be happy as long as I can stay with her."

You looked at Ji-Woon, no longer starstruck, but still very much in love, "I have the same wish."

"It shall be done."

Staring lovingly into Ji-Woon's eyes with a smile, the two of you lean in for one more kiss.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope my first attempt at writing a murderer wasn't too bad. If you've made it this far I cannot recommend fifteenine's work on AO3 enough; please go read it. It deserves a lot of love.

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