Yan! Ky Luc with a sassy darling headcannons? I feel like they would build off of one another’s sarcasm until it gets dangerous 🙈
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Yandere Ky Luc x sassy reader headcannons
Being yandere Ky Luc's lover Isn't for the faint of heart. Ky Luc is a man who thrives on control, elegant mockery, being the smartest person in the room and graces it by his presence. And when you possess a sharp tongue that can slice through glass makes it 10 times better. He expects people to be overwhelmed by him when he directs his mere smile towards them but you, aka their sassy lover just look at him, yawn, and ask him if he practiced the little eye squint in the mirror this morning. The nerve you have is quite impressive. You don't just match his sarcasm, you weaponize it and insult the dead life out of him.
For any normal person, "I hate you" is hurtful but for him its a marriage proposal. Your conversations hardly sound normal due to so much irony and sarcasm mixed in it. A standard morning doesn't start with "Good morning darling" from him. It starts with Ky sipping his glass of blood, "Ah, opting for a 'dragged through the forest' aesthetic today? Bold" to which you would smoothly reply, "I dressed to match your personality, darling. Desperately in need of a wash" and the conversation builds up in this manner, nobody giving up.
When he goes to balls or fancy dinners he always makes sure to bring you along with him only to watch the absolute havovc you wreck with your mouth. Your retorts and comments always stunn the men of vampire high society. And the entrance to the event starts with Ky Luc offering you his hand while leaning down and whispering in your ear, "Try not to embarrass me, I left the bail money in my other suit" and when you've caused a ruckus within the vampire nobles, you are pulled away to the open balcony of gala, "You're an absolute menace to society" he'd say playfully. He throughly enjoys watching you run your sharp tongue.
A relationship doesn't survive on sarcasm and venom alone, it takes affection as well. When you're sick and can't get out of bed, he will bring you soup and the sarcasm will melt but it will still be present. "How am I supposed to defeat my foes when my love is taken down by a common cold? Drink the soup before I force-feed you" he'd say with a sarcastic edge as he presses a cool cloth to your forehead and make sure your body is warm. Even though he says stuff like this, he is incredibly gentle behind closed doors. And when its your turn things are quite the same I'd say. Perhaps he came from a battle and is far too famished to be healing his bloody wound, you'd offer him your blood and be so gentle with him that he wont know what to do with it and how to react. And he'd refuse at first saying he wouldn't want to hurt you but if you convince him hard enough, things might get steamy after you share your blood and he heals.
He will speak to you however he wishes and you wouldn't mind that. He'd act like you're a nuisance to him (not in a mean way though) who's testing his patience but the moment someone else tries speaking to you as casually as he does he will personally ensure they are never heard from again. I mean, come on its a luxury to have someone as unhinged and as sassy as you are in a tragic immortal life. Ain't no way he's sharing that bliss with anyone. And he's often say, "Why would I want a boring peaceful life when I can spend eternity trading insults with you?" with a chuckle in the end.
Fun fact, he takes you to commissions and all other vampirey stuff he does and sometimes it doesn't take words to embarrass someone. One day a lower vampire was explaining a failed mission with frantic hand movements, stuttering and Ky luc just looked back at you raising an eyebrow while you gave a sigh in reply. The underling stared at it and his ears went impossibly red with awkwardness and he really thought Ky was about to kill him when he took sips of his blood-wine to stop himself from laughing at the underling. Truly judgemental.
Neither of you would admit fo jealousy but you'd give hints! Its quite passive aggressive. "My, my, Ky. Did you see tha way that lovely associate of yours was looking at you? I believe she was practically offering to.. assist you permanently. Should I leave you two to discuss your council matters?" He'd chuckle and lean down, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, darling. It clashes with your outfit. And besides, if I wanted someone boring enough to fawn over me, I wouldn't keep you around to constantly spit irony at me, would I?" "Who knows what you'd do" you'd dismiss him like that. But if someeone flirts with you its more forward and jealousy is vibrant in his words and behaviour. He will wrap an arm on your waist and pull you close to his side while looking at the offender, "I admire your bravery. It takes an immense amount of courage go hit on someone whose partner takes part in managing the council. Best of luck with your future endeavours, assuming you have them" he'd give a smile to him and walk away with you and you liked it when he expressed his jealousy deep down and he knows it very well and he isn't a tad bit shy to do so. Afterall, if not for you, then for who?
One birthday, you gave him what was supposed to be an expensive intricate puzzle but when he spent an hour umwrapping it (you wrapped it in what seemed like a mountain of wrapping paper) he found a sticky note which read, "I thought it perfectly represented your emotional availability" which isn't true but you gave it in spite. He keeps it in his wallet but he'd be shot rather than tell you. But later you gave him your puzzle gift so he was happy in the end.
Summary: A story where Ferid falls in love for the first time in his entire existence and he does everything he can to keep it together.
Chapter: 4/15
Chapter name: Giving up already?
Warning : there are yandere themes and there is one 18+ scene in it which some of you might not like so please avoid in that case.
The heavy oak doors of your quarters haven't been opened in hours and your head felt like it was being crushed from the inside. The air in your lungs was too hot and the back of your eyes ached when you opened them. You lay tangled in the silk sheets of your canopy bed, beads of sweat forming on your body. It was a severe fever brought by the chill of the underground city. To any normal vampire of the city a sick human would mean defected product and you would be thrown out immediately.
The knob clicked as it opened, you tried getting up but your muscles failed you. Your body let go of itself and you fell back on the bed. Your eyes are half closed, your dry and cracked lips let out a shallow whimper of pain. You don't think you've had a fever this bad ever in your life. "My, my, look at this." A melodious voice chimed from the doorway. Ferid walked into the room, his hair flawlessly tied back, he wasn't wearing his usual uniform, he had a white shirt with black formal pants on but his mocking smile was fixated on his face. He looked ravishing.
Carrying a bowl he sat down on the edge of your bed, "I leave you alone for one evening to attend a dreadfully dull council meeting and you decide to whither away in my absence?" he sighed dramatically. "Go away" you said, your voice hoarse and weak. You tried to glare at him the way you usually do but your eyes are too heavy and unfocused to do so. He placed the bowl on the night stand and putting his weight on one knee he reached out, "Let's see the damage" he murmured.
Before you could move his hand met your forehead, tears pricked your eyes from the shock coldness of his fingers. It felt as if a block of ice was being pressed down on your forehead. But it did feel good, you relaxed under his touch. He didn't remove his hand, it stayed splayed on your forehead cooling your nerves. "Goodness heavens" Ferid chuckled softly, "You're practically boiling sweetheart, if I put a tea cup on your forehead I'm sure it would stay warm all afternoon" his voice lacked the usual tone of sarcasm but you didn't care. "Go..away from me" you whimpered.
"Is that an order or a request? If it's an order I'm afraid I have to disobey and if it's a request, well..your skin is begging for my cooling touch" he lifted his hands away and you let out a weak noise of discomfort, "See? utterly contradictory" he walks out of the room, his boots making soft noises and he returns with a bowl of ice water and a clean cloth. He sits back down at the edge of the bed. He dipped the cloth into the water before he wrung it out,"Now hold still" he says before he places the cloth on your forehead. The relief made you open your eyes and with a blurry gaze you saw Ferid sitting on the edge of the bed looking at you."Why are you doing this? Call a servant or..." you took a break not being able to speak much,"let the fever finish" you said as you closed your eyes again. Ferid raised his eyebrows a smirk playing on his lips,"Call a servant? To look after my special guest? Those low borns do not have the honor of being graced by your presence. And besides, they'd probably try to drain out your blood to 'reduce the pain'. I prefer to handle my investments on my own"
"I am not an investment" you retorted as you turned your face away from him, the cloth on your head slipping a bit. His cold fingers fixed the cloth,"Fine. A hobby then. Honestly, you surface dwellers are so fragile. A little cold air and your immune system starts to throw a tantrum. Its a miracle your species survived long enough to build cities and bring destruction upon themselves" "We survived because we dont live in holes underground" you rasped before Ferid broke out into laughter.
Minutes blended into hours after that, the fever lulled you into deep sleep and you'd wake up every now and then to see Ferid leaning on the back canopy post on your bed as he sat on the bed, arms crossed while looking at you. You didn't pay attention to it and went back to sleep. He often changed the heated cloth with a new cold cloth. Sometimes pulling your blanket up to your chin.
Deep in the middle of the night your fever peaked and you felt heat waves pass through your veins. You weakly pushed off your blanket and lay sprawled on the bed. Your body in agony. "Easy little lamb, easy" Ferid came forward unbuttoning the top button of the gown you were wearing. "Let go, it burns Ferid" you rasped again, panting due to the intense heat, "I know" he whispered as he leaned in from the edge of the bed and pulled you up my your armpits and sat you down. He wrapped his arms around you and gave the upper portion of your body a hug. His cold body felt nice against the heat rushing through your veins. "Look at the little lamb, using a monster as an ice pack. Seriously, if the other progenitors caught me,my reputation would turn to dust" he said amused by you leaning on him. "But I do hope the coolness comforts your raging skin" "Shut up" you spat,"As you wish" he replied as he held you for a bit before resting your body back on the pillows.
You drifted off again and when you woke up the lights were on in your room and you suspect it was day time. Your fever had ceased a lot but there was still discomfort. Ferid had brought a chair to sit by your bedside and he was looking down while flipping through the pages of a book. "So the sleeping beauty returns. There's some tea and broth on your nightstand. Do bless me with the sight of you feeding yourself" he said, voice as smooth as velvet as he finally looked up, his smile the same as ever, his posture pristine. Although you kept a cold exterior, it might've cracked. His care had relieved you so much from your distress and agony and he hasn't done any harm to you yet. This doesn't mean you'll stop suspecting him of doing something harmful to you but you definitely trust him a bit more than before.
Summary: A story where Ferid falls in love for the first time in his entire existence and he does everything he can to keep it together.
Chapter: 3/15
Chapter name: Good host and a cold doll
Warning : there are yandere themes and there is one 18+ scene in it which some of you might not like so please avoid in that case.
You were still hyper aware of how much threat Ferid posed. You kept your guard up, voice flat and didn't give him the satisfaction of easily receiving a smile from you. But Ferid was the master of psychological chess and your coldness only seemed to make the game more thrilling for him. Seriously, how much can one entertain this man? You didn't exactly feel like a prisoner in the manor but you were still forbidden to go outside. You could always watch the underground vampire city of sanguinem through Ferid's balcony though. I suppose you can call this a privilege.
It was evening when you found yourself standing on the high balcony of Ferid's private quarters. The stone paths and street lamps looked nice from here although it wasn't in the best form. It was always cold, you didn't understand why. You crossed your arms over your chest looking out at the scene displayed beneath. "Admiring the view or simply wishing you had wings, my lovely guest?" his theatrical voice spoke from behind you. You got used to his habit of silently appearing out of nowhere so you didn't get startled anymore. You have grown accustomed to quite a few things here.
"Neither" you replied, voice flat and void of any emotion, "I was just wondering how a city so beautiful could be so dead at the same time" Ferid's chuckle was rich and meledious as he walked to the railing and stood beside you,"Perfect disruption of Sanguinem, everything stays exactly the same. Delightfully boring isn't it?" you didn't answer keeping your cold demeanor composed. A gust of cold wind swept by leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. "My my look you shivering" he murmured playfully.
"A good host certainly cannot have his precious guest be cold on his watch, no matter how coldly she treats him" before you could step away he unclipped the heavy cape attached to his attire and draped it across your shoulders. The cape was enormous on your frame, it smelled of parchment scrolls, expensive incense and a smell that belonged entirely to him. Its thick lining protectef you from the biting cold wind. Even though you were physically relieved you kept your face as cold as ice,"Ferid I dont need this, take this back" Ferid stares at you for a second before breaking into an amused laughter,"Take it back?" he repeated
"And then leave you to catch a cold? Hells, no. And besides if you happen have concern that I might get cold, just to inform you I'm a vampire and my blood is already cold. A bit of wind is hardly a bother for me." he leaned onto the railing on his back and faced you. You adjusted the cape on yourself while keeping your posture distant. You didnt give him an inch of affection yet you couldn't deny the fact that this monster spend weeks learning your habits, catering your needs, providing safety. He was a monster, yes. But he was the only one with you in this cold place.
You stood there silent refusing to look at him and stared blankly at the city while Ferid was engrossed in admiring you as you adjusted his token of nobility around yourself even thought you kept a cold exterior. His breath almost caught in his throat. A pang of dizzying rush of warmth and blood flooded his dead veins so fast it made his heart ache. He didn't care that you weren't smiling to him, deifying him, looking at him with suspicion because you still let him take care of you.
It triggered an undescribable violent wave of love in his chest. He realised in that exact moment that he was a madman for you and your icy attitude didn't push him away, it only made him want to test the limits before you break and fall into his hands. Being in love with you doesn't change his masochistic and sadist personality completely, there's still traces of it. He leaned his face close to yours, his solver bangs brushing against your temple, "You look absolutely charming in my threads my dear." his voice lost its sarcastic edge as he murmured, "Go ahead, keep your heart cold towards me . I have an eternity to warm you up. You don't know how perfectly you fit beside me"
Your gaze hardened on the city realising that this was going too far. He regained his composure. "You tell me I'm your guest, but guests can step out of the door. I'm just a doll you like dressing up Ferid" you spat out as you glared at him. His chuckle was soft, "A doll? Oh sweet girl, a doll doesn't look at me with pure unfiltered hatred. Dolls are of no comparison to you"
You turn your back against him. "I don't care about you, I don't care about this city. If you truly wanted to be a gentleman you would lead me back to the surface where it isn't so cold." Ferid didn't react to your hostile words at him, his mocking smile widened as he looked at you with sickly pure adoration. He catches your hand and pulls you towards him. "The surface? Why would you want to go to the surface where the sun burns your skin, rain soils your clothes and humans die far too fast out there."
"You are well preserved and untouched by the decay of time in my care." "It's suffocating here and when did you hear me say I want to live a life untouched by the decay of time? You could kill me right here and I wouldn't care" your eyes burned with fierce defiance as you spat these words at him. Ferid's smile faltered slightly along with his playful facade, "Kill you? Do not speak of death so casually. If I wanted to kill you I would have but you are not quite aware of why I kept you alive. But that's fine little lamb, some things are better unknown" he smiled as you yanked your hand away from his grip and started walking inside the manor, your cape flowing behind you gracefully. "Keep running my dear, the wolf will catch you eventually" he whispered to himself before covering his face with one of his gloved hands and laughing into. How long can you run from him anyway? It's only a matter of time before he breaks you and seizes your heart, forever to be his.
Summary: A story where Ferid falls in love for the first time in his entire existence and he does everything he can to keep it together.
Chapter: 2/15
Chapter name: Little things and an outage?
Warning : there are yandere themes and there is one 18+ scene in it which some of you might not like so please avoid in that case.
The transition from a terrified runaway to a treasured resident in Ferid's manor didn't happen overnight but Ferid has infinite time and patience to deal with you. In the following weeks you have braced yourself to live the stories told by the kids who were rescued from vampires who used to drain them dry, keep them in a cold cell and so on and so forth. Instead you found yourself in a room in his manor with the highest quality of luxury all around you.
Every morning the large oak doors of your room would open with Ferid gliding in holding a tray of food rather than letting the maids do the job for him. He was always composed and utterly beautiful to look at. "Good morning, little lamb. Had a good sleep did we?" his voice was melodious as you would look at him bring the tray and place it on the edge of your canopy bed. "I had the kitchen prepare a traditional breakfast with freshly harvested berries, bread and a blend of tea that would soothe your frayed nerves. I do hope it suits your delicate palate" he would sit beside the tray on your bed and stare at you with the smirk he always had.
You didn't really touch the food until he left the room because you suspect that he put something in it that would make you woozy. Ferid chuckled and leaned against your lap while resting his chin on his palm, "Still suspecting me?" he inquired. "Get off of me" he chuckled,"That is no way to speak to the one who's providing you protection and shelter in a place like this. And besides if I wanted to poison you I wouldn't have wasted expensive tea blends to do so" his smile breaks into something that looks like fondness.
"Come now, finish the food. You're still rather pale and malnourished and it breaks my heart to see you so fragile like this" "Rich coming from someone like you" you spat out before agonizing hunger and weakness broke your resistance and you brought the tray to your lap. Ferid's eyes lit up with a spark as he watched you chew on pieces of fruit. He was entirely fascinated by the mundane act of a human sustaining herself. He watched as your cheeks slightly lumped while you chewed slowly.
He loved the view as he watched you start to relax about him. He knows you don't fully trust him yet but he's over the moon to see your fears melting away. He felt strange butterflies in his stomach when you looked at him normally. The thrill of your eyes on his without fear implanted in them was a thrill that tasted sweeter than any blood he has drank in his entire life. And he didn't just provide the privilege of food, he also adorned you.
One afternoon he had a massive wardrobe wheeled into your room overfilled with dresses of silk with intricate embroideries on them with beautiful laces and ruffles. There wasn't even anything close to simple clothes there. "A beautiful lamb deserves a beautiful pen wouldn't you agree?" he says as he holds up a dusty pink dress against your frame, you shudden because of the coldness of his fingers on your shoulder. "You dont have to do all this" you murmured, "I'm just a human and to the rest of your kind I'm a livestock. So why are you treating me so...lavishly?" His playful smile doesn't quite reach his eyes as he places thumb on your cheek, "The rest of my kind are terribly dull. They see life and look at it as a resource. When I look at you I dont see a livestock, I see a guest who has brought colour in my exceptionally long grey existance. Is it so criminal that I wish to see you clothed in nothing but the best?" You searched his eyes looking for the hidden malice but you found nothing of that sort and it made your heart skip a beat. Why do you feel like this? This is betrayal to the Imperial Demon Army. He regains his composure and walks away to put the dress back in its place.
Weeks bled into months and your dependence deepened on him out of sheer necessity and the fact that he's your only source of communication. He kept you in a safe place, provided nourishment for you. When you were cold he made sure each day there was wood burning in the fireplace of your room. When you expressed boredom he filled your room with books, art supplies, puzzles and items to entertain you. He would sit with you for hours and request you to talk to him for hours as a payment of his kindness and mercy towards you.
He would listen to your perspective of the outside world, the sky, the way you enjoyed the rain. He never interrupted, he just listened to your voice and looked at your face seeing you content you seemed while speaking about your past home. The empty chambers of Ferids heart was shifting. He manipulated, he killed, he entertained himself with livestock's. He knew he was a monster, but he didn't want you to see him as one.
One evening the power cut off unexpectedly and everything was dark. You slowly made your way out of the room, you couldn't see anything but you felt uneasy in the dark. Your hands rested on the railing of the floor you were on, you would've had a clear view of the ballroom if the lights were on. You didn't even have your weapon to fight back is something happened. "Ferid.." you whispered and you dont know why. You were pulling the danger itself to you. "I'm right here darling", cold breath fanned against your nape and with a yelp of shock you turned only to find him leaning into you, both hands on the railing," Scared of the dark?" he chuckled.
"And here I thought you were a brave girl yet a simple power outage makes you throw yourself into the monsters arms" you get humiliated and turn your face away from him, he leans in more, his body brushing against yours. "But thats fine, its not like I would hurt my guest." As his body brushed yours he felt an intense feeling blook inside him. He was in love with you, not your blood. It was a dizzying and overwhelming feeling for a man who hasn't felt love in centuries
When the lights flicker back on you catch the sharpness of his face from up close. Not a single spot. "You should make some distance" you said as you tried painting an annoying look on your face. "Perhaps I should, it was innapropriate of me, forgive me little lamb" and he started walking away waving a dismissive hand at you, "I'll see around later if it pleases you" and you stood there while your cheeks started flushing and you cursed yourself for betraying the army.
Summary: A story where Ferid falls in love for the first time in his entire existence and he does everything he can to keep it together.
Chapter: 1/15
Chapter name: Caught
Warning : there are yandere themes and there is one 18+ scene in it which some of you might not like so please avoid in that case.
While retreating to the main troops alone because your other teammates have died in battle, you faced a vampire who lured you in where you were right now and you've been so distracted that you can't seem to find your way out. But you knew one thing that this was somewhere in the vampire city and if you were able to report back about this place, you'd be ranked higher than your current rank in the army.
The air was cold and spiked against your lungs but you kept running because one moment of stillness could mean the end for you. You halted abruptly your boots skidding on the slightly damp floor, taking a few steps back while holding the hilt of your sword tight, ready to swing. A man with silver hair walked in front of you, his posture composed and arms crossed, a smug smirk on his face, "My my, what a loud bird we have running in the halls today" sarcasm embedded in his tone.
You're panting standing infront of him ready to attack, the cold air spiking against your lungs. His striking beauty caught your eyes but you knew he wasn't as safe as he seemed right now. And by things you've observed so far you could tell that this was the 7th progenitor Ferid Bathory. Did you really have the energy to fight him after all the occurances in the battlefield an hour ago? Perhaps not. This is a lost case, you're out. You spin on your heels running the opposite way your, feeling lightweighted you could almost faint. You felt like your legs will give up on you but you have to keep going if you want to survive this.
Before you even ran a meter a chuckle came from behind you as well as a blurr of white, something gripped your arm tightly stopping you in your tracts. You swung the sword at his neck with the other hand but he caught it, blood seeping from his palms, "Ah ah" he leaned in against your ear, "Running away is so rude especially when someone is trying to greet you so warmly. Tell me, where is the little lamb headed in such a rush, hm? I'm kind enough to welcome you to stay here"
You gasp and pant trying to calm the burning ache in your chest, you twist and turn in his grasp but his fingers don't budge, "Let me go". The others would probably call you pathetic right now for not being able to fight back properly but they're dead. The strength difference between you two was terrifying, your heart hammering against your chest because you believed this is how you end but you have to keep going.
He tilted his head looking at your flushed face, beads of cold sweat, the way your body is heaving, it was as if he was watching you with curiosity of seeing a human for the first time. In all the centuries he has lived he's never seen a human fight for their life even though they're quite certain that they'll die. It was honestly entertaining. "Oh? Look at that expression you have" he inched closer to your face, "Do all humans try to fight back even though they know death is standing in front of them? Or are you just special?" he mocked.
"Stop with this act and do whatever you're going to do and get this over with" you spat at his face, your face displaying anger. A smile broke out on the face of the progenitor, something weird stirred in his heart, he felt it in his stomach too. What is this? He didn't know but it was deeply amusing and it felt good enough for him to crave more of it. Usually you'd be drained dry or handed over to the guards for preparing bloodbags and keeping you captive. But as Ferid looked at the anger pulsing through your veins and the bratty behaviour you had, he doesn't want to do something like that.
"Get it over with? Hells, no. That's such a dreary way to think. It would be a shame to hand you to the guards, they have such dull methods to deal with poeple like you. No appreciation for flavour, spirit or the finer things inside. I think fate brought you here for a reason" as he finished he yanked your sword out of your hands and threw it aside as it slided across the damp floor and he flung you over his shoulder while you were slamming your fists against his back after you let out a cry of shock. "What are you doing? Put me down!" you yelled, "Shh keep it down little lamb, if the other nobles hear you and see us like this they'll ask way too many questions which I am not in the mood to answer today"
He started walking and you stayed quiet, he slowly adjusted you so that you're not hanging on his shoulders anymore, he has both arms under you while you sit on them and your arms are on his shoulders. "I dont want to go anywhere with you, tell me what you want and leave me alone" you whispered and clutched the fabric of his uniform because you fear you may fall. "Why, nothing at all" he replies in a soft voice stripped of his usual sarcasm in his voice as he passes through what seems to be secret passages away from the vampire population.
He looked at you, "You must be very tired from trying to run today, your legs probably hurt and you wouldn't have made it very far either. A gentleman doesn't leave a tired traveller. Think of me as your saviour this afternoon" he said his voice like silk. "Saviour you say? Pure irony there" you said disinterested, "Well if I had let you be caught by the guards and bleed out right there, would that be much better?" his smirk back on his face, you could visibly see your reflection in his red eyes. "Well its fine if you dont think that way, its not as if I care about what you think" he said as he reached the mansion, he opened the door with one hand while carrying you with the other, he closed the door behind him as he walked towards the couch and placed you on top, the moment you were sat down you melted against the softness of the leather. "See? Isn't this better than a cold cell?" Ferid gave a theatrical bow, "I welcome you to my humble abode and as long as you are under my roof you are not viewed as livestock, nor a prisoner, you may make yourself at home here and you are my exclusive guest. I'll see to it that your stay here is an unforgettable one" he stood up and looked at you. Your eyes were a bit wide and shocked as this was not what you were expecting and you had a feeling whatever he said wasn't true but it seemed nice that a progenitor bowed to you. "I-uh..okay", his tall figure looked down upon your form, slopped against his couch. " Comfy now are we?" he asked, "Mhm" you said as you looked away.
Gonna be starting a Ferid Bathory series consisting of about 13-15 chapters. Also this will be posted very soon and by very soon, I mean VERY SOON. Also I don't write NSFW but he is an exception for this one time. See ya'll then <33 enjoy the ferid edit.
Totally in favor of you taking a break to focus on your studies!! You’ve got this! Exams are rough 😭
When you do have the time and mentally are feeling good, could I please request Yan! Ky Luc with a jealous reader? Maybe he intentionally made her jealous?
I wish you luck!!
Love when my followers are so sweet to mee, this work turned out really sloppy and I tried but cannot improve it but I hope you like it!
Yandere Ky Luc x jealous reader
Ky Luc views everything around him as a stage for his amusement and his favourite playthings are your emotion but he doesn’t pull the strings too hard afterall he does value what he loves. He finds human emotions fascinating, love, compassion, pain, anger and everything in between. He finds human jealousy much more entertaining especially yours as it just proves how consumed you are of him even though you claim to hate your captivity by him. Ky Luc doesn’t do anything by accident, everything he does is preplanned and he knows which buttons to push to get under your skin.
You're flipping through the pages of a novel Ky has got you this week, the crackle of the fire is the only thing cutting through ky's bedroom when suddenly a knock came on the door. You looked up at it and Ky was alreasy moving to welcome the guest inside. Who could be coming here? A noble vampire woman comes in, silky hair, beautiful features, tall and composed. "Ah, My Lord, sorry of being a bother to you at this hour" she bows to him,"Thats quite fine M'Lady, come in" you thought that this was a space reserved for you exclusively? Well thats what he said anyways.
She walks to the mahogany desk in the corner of his room and bends over to spread out a scroll she was holding, it seemed to be a map of the city although you couldn’t tell. "Acute observation you have there" he says, his voice smooth as velvet, "Perhaps I've underestimated your skills" She flushes, a pink hue reaching her cheeks, "I only wish to be of greater use to you, My Lord" she gave a small chuckle. Your throat tightened and heat flares inside your chest. You hate his captivity and want nothing to do with him so why do you feel this way for him?
Why does the casual tilt of his head praise for her makes you want to rip him apart? You put up your leg up on the other and placed the book in your lap while leaning back into the luxurious couch while supporting your head with your hand while resting your elbow on the armrest while the other hand flipped through the pages you both knew you weren’t reading because you are far too engrossed in their conversation.
He handles a stack of document and intentionally brushes his fingers with hers, "You've done well tonight, sit with me while I look over these files, won't you?" Thats it, that was the last straw. The audacity of this man enrages you. You closed your book with a thud before the noble woman could reply. She didn’t look at you but Hy looked at you almost instantly, "I'm going to bed" you say calmly. "But the night is so young, my love?" he says as he raises a dismissive hand towards the noble,"You may leave now, we are done for tonight" he says, his eyes boring into your soul.
The girl bows and gives you an arrogant look as she walks past the door. He walks towards you and stands right infront of you. "Move" you say blatantly, "Now why would I do that?" he asks with amusement plasteres on his face. He steps in closer and kneels infront of you, both his hands on your knees,"You look ravishing when you're angry, tell me what has spoiled my love's mood so bad?" You furrowed your brows giving him an irritated look,"Dont pkay dumb Ky" you said as you grabbed on of his hands and pushed it away from your knee,"Go back to your little assistant, she was more than willing to keep you comapny for the night" you said in an annoyed manner.
He let out a delighted laugh as he covered his face by resting his head on your thighs, his laugh vibrating against your skin. He lifts his head in front of your face,"There it is, you're jealous" he states, his breath hitting your face,"You claim to not like the cage I trapped you in but you can't stand the sight of anyone inside it either. You just love me so much, dont you?" "I'm not jealous" you insist, when he presses his lips on yours and gives a feather light kiss. He kneels back down to his original position,"Lying doesn’t suit your face my love" he continued,"You claim to want nothing to do with me, yet the moment I pay attention to someone else you practically want to kill me" his voice is a mix of softness and amusement. "She brushed her fingers against yours and she was so close" he smirk widens,"And if looks could kill I would be dead at that moment"
"And I have to admit, it was all fun and games but it was only to appease my twisted desires of seeing you jealous for me. She was just a tool to bring you closer to me" he admitted to his work and he had already planned to execute her in the next morning. She had already served her greater usefulness to Ky and it would be a waste of blood to keep her alive. You were still looking at him with a displeased face. "Oh my sweetheart", he cupped your face and brought it towards his. "I assure you there's no woman out there that I would enjoy other than you" he kisses you again softly and this time you give him the privilege of being kissed.
He breaks the kiss,"Still thinking about her?" he smirks, he picks you up abruptly while kissing your neck, his fangs grazing the skin. He turns off the lights and slides into bed with you pressed flush against his chest,"Do I need to reassure you that you're all I want?hm?" he says as his hand lowers themselves on somewhere on your body. "You're forever stuck with me amor(love)"
Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your yandere Seraph of the End work. Your characterization and scenarios are always so good to read.
I had a bit of a scenario/question idea I was hoping you might explore. When I donate blood, my blood bags tend to fill up faster than usual, and I often end up feeling really dizzy, lightheaded, and very pale afterward. So it made me wonder: how would each vampire react if they drank from a reader who experiences those same symptoms when too much blood is taken too quickly?
Would they notice right away? Panic? Feel guilty? Or maybe become even more possessive afterward?
And would they provide any kind of aftercare once they realized the reader wasn’t doing well? Things like making sure they rest, giving them iron supplements, something sweet like cranberry juice or a cookie, staying close to monitor them, or just generally taking care of them afterward?
I’d love to hear your take on it if the idea interests you. Thank you again for all your amazing work. 💕
Hiii, I finally wrote this, sorry for the late answer love!!
Urd, Ky, Ferid's reaction to feeding disaster
Urd Geales
He views humans as livestock but he ensures that livestock are used in a proper way with zero wastage. As his lover he sometimes likes to feed from you as it is an intimate act.
When he realises that your blood is leaving your body too fast and your pulse has dropped abruptly as well as all the colour in your face has faded he detaches immediately. He is deeply annoyed, not at you but at himself for not realising sooner and miscalculating your physiological limits.
Urd does not panic nor feel guilt, those are for lower beings. He prides himself in flawless executions of a task and the fact that he messed up this simple feeding utterly disappoints him. And damaging his chosen woman is an unacceptable error on his part. And you are now classified as a "high risk fragile asset". This incident does not stop him from feeding from you from time to time because he wants the intimateness from feeding off of you.
So aftercare from him is total bed rest, he will not let you stand up. If you need the bathroom he's right there, ask him to bring you there. He will order the maids to prepare high glucose fluids like sweet juices and iron rich foods to help your recovery. And if you complain about having to stay in bed all day he will take his work papers and rest on the headboard of the bed and have your head on his chest as he works. He isn't bothered by this, he considers this as extra bonding time.
Ky Luc
Ky Luc would be happily humming and feeding on you when suddenly he realises that your body has gone limp and when he looks at you he sees that your blood rushed to him far too fast compared to a standard feeding. "Oh? Uh-oh" he pulls back completely, his trademark smirk gone from his face. He's wide eyed and feeling panic, "Please don't die". He has never experienced draining a human dry because of strict rules of Urd about a human should be fed on and he has no clue about what to do now.
He feels genuine guilt as you were his favourite company in all of his life and he didn't mean to break his favourite human like this. He scoops you up into his arms and places you on the bed while he frantically fetches the sweetest things he can find like cookies, juice and anything really and it takes him some time because he's in the vampire world you can't just find actual human food here. So he panics more thinking that you might die if he takes too long. He force feeds you pastry and all the sweet things he has gathered even though you aren't responding much and not swallowing either. His panic grows but slowly when you regain some strength and you start eating he's finally able to mask his panic with his smirk again.
He chats with you a lot more than usual to keep you awake while you're regaining your consciousness and safe to say he will be prepared next time before feeding to take care of you if something like this happens again.
Ferid Bathory
Ferid is a manipulative, theatrical eccentric sadist who thrives on unpredictable situations but your sudden crash presents a unique problem to him.
When your blood floods into him at 2x speed he will be delighted with the velocity and taste until he starts feeling you go limp and heavy on his lap. He doesn't feel guilt in the traditional way but he doesn't like that he played too harshly with his toy. Internal panic strikes him because he actually values you and he is irritated about how human biology is so fragile. He will mock your fragility, "My my..what a delicate thing you are" but underneath the mocking he wants to lock you up and study how much you can take before you break.
He will lay you down on his bed and complain about how much space you take up and how troublesome you are even tho he enjoys the scene in front of him. He brings you cranberry juice in a wine glass swirling it like alcohol, "Drink up my little lamb, can't have you dying on me yet, it would ruin all the fun" He will sit beside your laying form on the edge of the bed while stroking your hair and watching the subtle rise and fall of your chest reminding himself he needs to be careful next time. He will also complain about how dramatic you are even though he doesn't mean any of what he says. Even tho he shows pure sarcasm and his sadist side when you're awake, when you close those eyes his smirk falters and sadness is painted over his face as he watches your weak sleeping body.
Is there anything in particular that makes yandere Ky Luc mad at reader?
Hii, sorry for the late answer but I'm done!! He actually has quite a lot that would make him mad lol.
Things that would make Ky Luc mad
Given Ky Lucs position as a high ranking progenitor it is quite difficult to get him to be mad at you. He is a creature of immense power, ancient boredom and aristocrat embedded within him. He views humans as livestock and fleeting amusement. But when it comes to you his yandere tendencies manifest in the form of control, obsession, possessiveness wrapped in a deceptive layer of playfulness. Making him genuinely angry requires you to threaten his superiority over you, ownership over you and to break the illusions he created to keep you compliant with him.
If you attempt to seek appeal from another progenitor like Krul or Urd or even Lest Karr for protection and security elsewhere his possessiveness will turn into a lethal fury. He views you as his exclusive property and lover and the fact that you imply that another vampire can protect you better than him or that you belong near another noble vampire's court insults him and hurts his pride and power. And he is not one to back down on things like this and he will violently assert his power in front of you with any vampire who shows even the slightest of interest in you, showcasing that no one can protect you the way he can or rip you away from him.
For a yandere progenitor blood sharing is something very intimate and somewhat symbolises ownership over bloodbags but he considers you as his lover and uses you as his bloodbag. But he doesn't use you in the manipulative way, just to quench his thirst once a while and he takes care of you after so no worries. But god forbit if he saw you giving your blood willingly to anothet vampire it will shatter his calm exterior. If you fight him while he feeds on you while willingly offering blood to someone else or you offer it to save them or out of affection his jealousy will burn like hell and he will make the person suffer an agonizing slow and painful death and make you watch it to make you feel guilty and never do such things again.
But dont think this means he'll go easy on you, he will drain you dry till the brink of losing consciousness as a punishment.
Your physical body is a prized possession and he will take meticulous care to ensure its healthy and never malnutritioned. He sometimes will let you starve as a punishment due to disobedience but if you dare use that against him by willfully starving until he gives into your whims he will turn to force feeding by restraining you and remind you how you're in his custody now and your body is no longer yours to damage and he will do whatever he sees fit with it.
Ky luc is incredibly possessive of his old age relics and weapons including his first class noble sword. If you are foolish enough to sneak and use his own weapons against him by threats of hurting him or hurting yourself it will ignite a reaction of disbelief and anger within him. It doesn't take him long to disarm you effortlessly and pinning you down and mocking your futile and pathetic attempt at violence. And he will drill the lesson into you that you are powerless against him no matter what.
If Ky Luc executes your old friends or people you had affection for infront of you and you genuine grief and affection for them by pleading for their lives, weeping openly, gathering their body on your lap and kissing their still face it will infuriate him. He wants to execute in front of you to make you feel guilty but when you show such grief and love towards others especially lowly humans it makes his blood boil. He demands for your eyes to only look at him with such affection and love, he wants you to cry in concern for him, not those unworthy filths. He wants to be the sole author of your joy, grief, tears and every emotion that can be found within you.
Ky Luc possesses a massive ego and likes to be the center of attention of your world. If you ever compare his strength or abilies to a stronger progenitor like Lest Karr or Urd geales or even note how the kindness of a human is much more than his could ever be, his ego takes a hit. And he gets aggressive to demonstrate how no other progenitor or human could be as merciful and protective as he is towards you. He will make sure that he is the only being you think of as superior.
If you spend days, weeks, months being sweet with him, accepting the cage of a life you lived in and overall be a very obedient and loving girl only to slip past his security one day in attempts of escape or posin him even if it would have no affect on him or just simply do something that would break his trust on you he becomes infuriated and sorrowful aswell. He doesn't like that he can't have someone love him for the way he is and he doesn't even want someone he wants YOU and is that really too much to ask for in this miserable immortal life? He punishes you surely but he doesn't trust your affection anymore and sometimes when he feels very bad he tries to forget everything and believe your lies only to feel loved for even a minute.
The ultimate trigger of Ky Luc is that you would rather embrace absolute nothingness rather than exist in his world. If he catches you in an act where you actively try to end your life by provoking attacks from him or leathal injury from which he can't heal you his sarcastic smile and calm facade will face, replaced by panic and anger. And once he saves you, his fury is unparallel. He strips you of everything on you and every inch of privacy and keeps you locked up in a wing of the palace only he could go to and the room is so simple that there is absolutely no items that you could use as a weapon nor a window through which you could escape. And he effectively turns you into a living doll only for his eyes, only to listen to his words, only to be touched by him. Well once you regain his trust maybe some of your privacy may be returned to you.
Summary: These are a series of events that occur before you take a grand step
Warning: Mentions of blood, gore, killing, murder, possessive/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping
The shoji doors of the Kibutsuji manor were shut close by the dismissal of almost all the maids in the wing and within the walls of the manor the man living inside was suffocating you. You thought he wouldn’t notice the way your affection for him left but he noticed the exact moment your eyes started dimming of love for him. And because he thought of himself as a god like creature he couldn’t tolerate the thought of loss so he had to win back your affection one way or another right?
At the center of the room, Muzan sat on a cushion with pristine clothes and perfect posture. His hands rested upon his thighs. "Sit" he murmured as you entered the room. And you did just that, you said opposite to him replicating his way of sitting. You were confused at this because this wasn’t something quite usual for you two. You kept your eyes on your lap where your hands rested. Muzan noticed how you were being avoidant of him. He wanted you to smile, to appreciate the way he had arranged everything for this special occasion. When you remained silent a facade of frustration swept over his face but just as fast as it had come it went away as well.
With slow movements he poured warm water in two cups and opened the tea caddy and placed some tea leaves inside. The smell was intoxicating and beautiful. You could tell that it's exported tea of the highest quality. His pale fingers gripped the spoon and took sugar cubes and started mixing it into the tea. He smiled at you and you were reluctant to smile back but that's the least you could do to be grateful for his efforts right? You gave back a small smile.
The sound of a metal tea spoon clinking against glass filled the silent room. It almost seemed like he was restricting his demonic powers to showcase how gentle he can be for you. The smell of the tea should've brought you warm feelings and comfort but coming from him you felt nothing but bad omen. He set the tea cup down on the saucer and slid it towards you with the handle facing you. "Drink, I prepared it myself. No one can claim they've tasted tea prepared by me other than you" he sounded so happy to make you feel special by making you the only one who could experience such luxuries from him.
The tea sat still in front of you untouched. A god bent over to perform a servant's work to soothe his lover. Yet she isn’t touching the tea nor smiling. A wave of dread washed over you as you stared at the tea cup debating whether to drink it or not. Your mind in a web of frantic thoughts. Was there something in the tea caddy? Is he experimenting on me? Why is he suddenly offering me tea? Was it a punishment for your rejection and coldness towards him these days?
"What's wrong?" He asked breaking your web of thoughts. "Is the offering beneath you, my love?" His eyes fixed on your face. "No" you murmured as you gathered courage to hold the tea cup. You raised the cup halfway to your lips. A phantom grip shackled itself around your throat. Muzan brought his hand up from under the table and placed his face on his palm while resting his elbow on the table. And just as he gave you a smile again, you realised who you sitting across from. A mass murderer who could kill you any second.
Your throat closed completely and you let out an involuntary choke and whimper and set down the porcelain cup. Your body physically rejecting the idea of swallowing something prepared by his hands even though those same hands saved you from poison from food the food prepared by a maid. A bit of tea spilled onto the table and Muzan stared at it. He slowly gazed upon you, there was forced gentleness plastered on his face. He understood that you hadn’t drank the tea out of spite, it was something involuntary from your body.
"You think I would poison you?" he sounded defeated, "After wearing the silks I've bought you, staying under my roof, you look at me as if I'm an executioner waiting to strike"
You couldn’t answer, you just stared down at the spilled tea and felt guilty. Muzan reached out and grabbed the rim of the cup with his thumb and middle finger while he dipped his index in it and brought it up to his own lips and licking the substance,"I know I'm a demon and human poison doesn’t affect me but even if there was poison inside it would still affect me physically for a moment or so before being dissolved" he proved that the tea was not infact poisoned.
"Am I unpleasant to your sight? You haven’t even looked at me once. Do you know how I feel?" he asked, voice shallow. Perhaps there was even tears rimming the eyes of the demon lord. "No, its not that-" "Then why haven’t you looked at me?" he cut you off as he looked down on the table himself. Frustration washing over his face. "Tell me, when did my touch become punishments for you? When did gifts from me become something you fear?"
"You know what you are Muzan, it scares me." Muzan stared at you as if you just pierced a hole through his chest. Words didn’t leave his mouth that day. "Maids. Come inside" he ordered to the maid standing behind the door. The shoji doors slid open, "Yes, Master?" "Clean up this mess, do not leave a single trace" He looked at you one last time his eyes hollow as he had just lowered himself to perform duties of a maid to appease you and make you feel loved yet he just scared you deeper into your cage. He sighed and left without saying anything else that day and you sat with your guilty heart void of love.
The air of shinjuku was filled with smoke and dust particles as a battle just ended. Buildings lay ruined, streets in shambles and you under the ugly sky beside the road. It smelled of blood around you, war weapons and more dead bodies than weapons lying here and there. Your own weapon was out of your grip as it lay beside you. You wonder how long till you pass out or you take your last breath before the rescue team arrives. Mika moved roof to roof, his cloak flowing behind him remarkably cleaner than the environment you were in.
He hated the humans, even tho he himself was once. He became what he despised, a vampire. He doesn't know what he is anymore, he hates the humans for their reckless greed and the vampires for their cold cruelty. His eyes scanned the debris. A faint sound caught his attention, it wasn't that of a battle happening nearby, it was the sound of desperate intake of air. He spotted what seemed to be the remains of his long lost family. You. He landed on the top of a railing, scanning your form, just to be sure before his eyes tricked him.
He was sure when he saw the face he loved all these years later. He jumped down and landed right beside you, startling you. Was it your last breath? Is this it? Are you going to be sucked dry by the very thing a boy once tried his best to save you from? Your vision wasn't doing you any good either, eyes blurry with faint spots of rainbows. Maybe you'd close your eyes and not experience the view to your own death. You moved an inch to grab your weapon as a last effort. Your fingers are wrapping around the hilt of the sword, trying to lift it.
Mika saw the way you were trying to fight back even when he had done nothing yet. He saw the wound across your chest. His mind told him to devour you right then and there, but his humanity told him to have restraint. Tears pricked his eyes as he knelt down and gathered your body to his own. This throat tightened at the scene, fire burning up his chest telling him to take a sip of the rich red spilling from you. Your body was too weak to do anything, you lost your grip on your sword and gave up.
You were confused as to why this vampire was holding you like this. What's he doing? You let out a weak whimper of pain shifting in Mikas arms to reduce your pain, your vision still blurry. He was pitied at how broken and fragile you were. "Hey, can you hear me?" he whispered close to your ears. You didn't respond, why would you? He's gonna end your life after all. But is he? "You're safe, I've got you, no worries okay?" The coolness of his body felt calming against your burning body and wounds.
He took out a flask of water from his hip belt, flicking it open and bringing it to your lips. You drank without a fight, you could feel the water travel through your insides. Mika threw away the flask after you finished the water. You had passed out by then. He didn't take you to a human field hospital, he knew the Moon Demon Company would use you for their ruthless experiments or let you die if you weren't useful to them. He took a reckless decision and snuck you into the vampire territory of Sanguinem bypassing the guards.
He laid you upon the sheets of white of his own bed. Instantly the red spilling from you stained his pristine sheets but Mika could care less about stuff like that now. His concerns were healing you and finding a solution to keep the human smell you had away from the other vampires who would devour you without a second thought. Ferid was one of them as well. He opened your uniforms carefully and started cleaning your wound with water and stitched your wound with steady hands, finally applying antiseptic and wrapping you up with bandages. He took care of the smaller wounds and cut the same way.
He took a clean cloth and started wiping all the grime and dirt from the battlefield off your face. Your eyes and fingers twitched, you opened your eyes and with a jolt of terror you sat up immediately. "Who are you? Why am I here?!" He stared at you waiting for you to recognise him. You looked close at the features, Mika? Was that really him? "Mika? I thought you died all those years ago?" "Turns out I didn't" he murmured as he stood up and continued wiping your face.
You calmed down a bit,"Where are we?" you asked looking up at him. "Vampire City of Sanguinem, the very place I helped you escape" "Well why are you still here? If you're alive then why didn't you escape?" He sighed,"If it was that easy I would've, they've turned me into half vampire and I'm serving the Queen as of now. But that's none of our concern right now." he said as he put the cloth back in the bowl of water and sat on the edge of the mattress his body flush against yours. You placed your hands on his chest "What am I gonna do here I have to return to the army!"
"Shh, slow, your stitches will tear. They don't even know if you're alive or not and they can't take care of you or cater to your needs as well as I can" You looked a bit confused, "What do you mean?" He leaned in,"See, with a little bit of awareness I can give you life you deserved unlike those filths. And you're safer here anyways" "Safer with vampires?" you asked chuckling a bit "I'm dead if anyone finds out about me" he looks a little displeased "No you're not, I'll speak to Krul about this and negotiate something about your safety, but for now take some rest, we have a lot to catch up on." That's the last thing he said before he kissed your cheek and laid you down and held you close to his chest making sure the blanket kept you warm against his cold body. And you just stayed quiet waiting for what might happen next. Mika saved you when you were kids, he saved you now so he'll save you later too right? You're safe with him, he's your family after all. You let out a heavy breath as you nuzzled to the crook of his shoulders and he embraced you a tad bit tighter against the dark.
Yandere Ky Luc’s reaction to reader actively going against his orders (he the catches reader in the act)?
Hiii sorry for the late answer but here you go, thank you for being patient!!
The air of the palace was always cold, but when the large oak door creaked open you didn’t have to think twice about who was behind your back. Your hands are buried deep into the drawer of the archive and history files of the progenitor council, some of the files spread on the table. You thought you locked the door but how'd he get in. His presence made the temperature of the room go from just cold to zero. Your hands on the exact map of the city you were forbidden to touch or even look at. A pot of ink and a feather on your hand and below a piece of paper where you've been copying the map. "I believe I gave you strict restrictions on this wing of the palace, my love?" his voice is gentle and sarcastic. You knew his voice was deceptive but what could you do about it? You were caught red handed.
He stepped into the room, his eyes filled with amusement but his face lost it's playfulness and all you saw was the fifth progenitor behind you. You started backing up against the desk and your spine hit the edge as he walked towards you. You attempted to slide the map behind you which was a futile attempt and it resulted in the map to fall onto the floor. He gave it one glance before looking back at your pale face. Your fingers had stains of ink. He tilted his head as he stood right infront of you, arms folded and he leaned in, "Do you really think you could hide this from me?" he closes the gap between you as he gives a light hearted laugh, "In my own home? Under my own roof? After all the things I've done for you?"
You panicked,"Ky Luc,I—" "Shh" you were cut off as he cupped your face with one hand and his thumb rubbed back and forth on your lips,"Do not add lies to your list of transgressions tonight. It doesn’t suit your face and I prefer you beautiful" He reaches down to pick up the fallen map and examines the neat drawing, "Impressive, you even managed to see the blind spots of the guard rotations, and even bypass the eastern gates. Judging by your keen observation you've been planning this for weeks haven’t you?" he mocks. The rage in his tone was unsettling and all you wanted in that moment was to vanish in the floorboards. He ripped the paper and it fell back on the floor once again like the snow of russia. Your heart dropped to your stomach,"No-"
Before you can protest any further his hands reached up and grapped your jaw hard,"You defied me, I told you that the outside world was a meat grinder waiting to chew you up, do you not understand? And yet you actively sought out to undo my mercy on you" Tears flooded your eyes and slid down onto his hands,"I just wanted to see the outside world, you keep me locked up like a bird in a cage, I can't live like this Luc!" Your tears, the pain in your voice, your heartbeat drumming against your chest doesn’t soften him. It agrivates him more. "A bird in a cage is always safe from the hawks. You think I keep you here out of malice and pure amusement? No I dont. I am the only thing standing between you and destruction, and how do you repay that devition? With betrayal"
He releases your jaw but before you can show a sign of relief he grips your waist effortlessly lifting you up on the desk. He steps into your space standing between your legs. "What am I going to do with you?" he muses as he tilts his chin, the look on his eyes says he already knows the answer. "Clearly I have been far too complient, I gave you freedom in this palace and you used it to plot treason against me. You can't be trusted with even an inch of freedom my love" "Please Ky Luc, don't lock me away completely" you pleaded as your hands instinctively pressing against his chest, feeling nothing of his unbeating dead heart. He buried his face in your neck,"You brought this upon yourself my sweet little rebel" he murmured. He pulls back a cruel smile plastered on his face."The archives will be sealed, the courtyard is now off-limits and from now your world shrinks to my bedchambers" he declares finally,"You will not leave my sight, you will eat when I feed you, you will sleep when I hold you, if you wish to see the light, you shall through the reinforced glass of my balcony with me by your side." Panic flares up your mind, tears flow like a river, "You can't do that! I'll go mad like this, please no. Forgive me this once I wont do it again" he smiles, his lips inches away from yours,"Then go mad, but you will go mad being mine, you will break your wings against the bars of my cage until you realise the only air you need to breathe is the air I allow you" he whispered.
He grabs your wrists with one hand and your face with another as he tilted your face and gave you the sweetest kiss. Well atleast to him it was the sweetest. You tasted the iron blood in his tongue and the despair in your mind. When he pulled away you were breathless and utterly defeated. Ky Luc smiles as he became satisfied with your tear streaked eyes and wet eyelashes and the look of defeat in your eyes. He sweeps you up into his arms as he starts walking towards the oak doors leaving behind the archive files scattered for guards to clean up. And just as he walked past the door and and the heavy door closed behind you two with a click, you knew it was over for you. And with despair in your heart you closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder quietly waiting for what's next.
Summary: These are a series of events that occur before you take a grand step
Warning: Mentions of blood, gore, killing, murder, possessive/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping
To cool your frayed nerves you had made a cup of jasmine tea. You sat down on a chair with silk cusion facing opposite of the shoji doors. You had a book down on the table with a bookmark on where you left off. The gentle heat of the cup felt good in your hands as you flippes through the pages, your fingers gliding on it smoothly. Your gaze fell on the steam rising from the cup and back on the page with a gentle smile on your lips. Reading was something that calmed your nerves and made you a bit happier than you usually were.
The shoji doors opened from behind you with a soft sliding noise. The shadow of the figure fell behind you but you were too engrossed in the book to notice. That gentle smile on your face pleased the one behind you. He admired your sat down figure paying attention to a little hobby. If he hugged you, you'd feel happier right? Without a single warning two arms wrapped around your body, a broad chest pressing into your back, a face burying itself in the sweet spot of your neck.
Your heart violently siezed, it wasn’t warmth that flooded your veins, it was fear. With a sharp gasp and a flinch you fell forward and the cup slipped from your grasp. It shattered on the floor and without being able to recognise who it was embracing you from behind you fell on the glass shards. Even though Muzan tried holding you in place so that you wouldn’t fall it happened so suddenly that both of you were unprepared. You let out a yelp in pain as blood stained the glass shards as well as your knees. Your eyes rimmed with tears as you looked behind to see who it was.
To your surprise it was Muzan, the man you once loved so much and the man who's presence was the most normal thing in the word. Yet here you were on the floor with a searing pain firing through your leg with bleeding knees and glass shards stuck inside. What has become of the love you two shared? The eyes which looked at him with love now turned into eyes that look at him with panic and fear. How did this happen? You tried getting up when a gentle voice murmured "Shh darling thats alright, I'll bring the first aid kit". He got up abruptly and left to grab the first aid kit.
You slowly got up and sat yourself back and looked at your knees. They're starting to turn a bit purple from the fall and there was blood dripping from the cuts. You sighed seeing the situation when Muzan came back. "Look what you've done to yourself" he whispered as he pulled out some cotton balls and antiseptic fluid,"All because you dont stay close to me" He dapped the cotton into the antiseptic and started dabbing it on to your wound. You hissed as it felt like fire soaring up your leg and jerked your leg. "It's okay love, take it slow" he comforted you as he gently held the heel of your foot and dabbed slower. You looked at the top of his head as he worked, his black hair caught on the goldenish light of the room and it looked beautiful. If you weren’t losing feelings for him you'd probably run your fingers through it. But you ignored the thought of doing such affectionate gestures and stared blankly into his head.
He grabbed the tweezers and started plucking out the little shards one by one as you hissed once more and tears welled in your eyes. He looked up at you and smiled a little before lifting himself up and kissing your cheek and wiping your tear with his finger pad and got back to working, "Don't cry sweetheart, I'm almost done." He grabbed a few rolls of bandages and started wrapping them around yout knee. "There" he said as he wrapped the final bandage. He didn’t stand up right away, he was knelt and his hands were gently resting on your knee and his eyes looked up at you. He was expecting some verbal gratitude but when the only thing he got was a blank stare he pressed on your wound as you hissed as you started feeling your own pulse at your wounds and it burned like hell. He smiled and got up. He did that as a way to show how much power he had over your life. His smile was a bit sarcastic mixed with gentleness as he cupped your face with both hands and pressed a kiss on your lips. "You're beautiful darling." His thumb was brushing back and forth as an affectionate gesture.
He tilted your head up and searched for affection in your eyes, flush of gratitude and adoration you usually gave him when he did something small. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say even a thank you. Your throat was dry and unable to say anything to him. You just stared into his eyes trying to form a smile to match his. His smile faltered a bit when he realised that you're gone far where even he can't reach you. "Let me tell the maids to clean this up and get dinner started okay? I love you sweetheart" he said as he left the room with a sharp pain in his chest and eyes of sorrow. And you just sat there lost in your own web of thoughts. But that doesn’t mean Muzan will stop trying to earn your affection back. He has all the time in the world.
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The rain that night didn’t just fall in Shinjuku, it fell on the balcony of the Lieutenant Colonel's private chambers too. Probably every member of the Moon Demon company was curled up in their blankets peacefully and asleep by now. Why wasn’t he? He traded peace with a cursed sword and headache years ago. But that didn’t mean you got to be in peace. You stood beside him in the balcony as he was sat on a chair and his sword placed beside him. "You're late" his voice strict with the sound of the rain.
"Even the vampires would stay inside in a weather like this" your voice laced with sarcasm. "But please, lecture me about how indisciplined I am for coming here late at a stormy night". He sighed," Sit down or stand I dont care just shut up". You complied to his orders and zipped your mouth. The cold breeze made your hair flutter. You looked outisde to see a streetlamp behind a bench in the training grounds. Everything else was dark. Guren had pushed you into the dirt, made you work double the amount and gave you awful lot of paperwork in these same grounds. He was the most arrogant person to you in the whole Imperial demon army.
"I've been thinking" his words cut through your string of thoughts "Well thats no fun, Lieutenant Shinya has a bucket of water for when your brain starts smoking". He didn’t laugh, just kept staring at the rain. " I've been so hard on you for the past years, you know why?" "hmm even if I did I wouldn't answer" you said playfully. "So that I wouldn't have to watch you die out there in the battlefield" he paused a bit "I've been in love with you since I dont know when but you've been driving my mind crazy and I can't let the whole world know. They'll target you as my weakness and so much will happen. Gosh I dont know how long I've held it in"
He looked at you and the previous sarcasm in your throat dropped to your stomach. His eyes looked like they were rimmed with water but then they went back to normal. "What are you even talking about? Did Mahiru finally scramble your brain? Is this what they call insanity?" you said in a mocking tone as you crossed your arms and leaned against the balcony railing facing him.
The mention of her name caused something inside him you couldn’t really catch. He stood up abruptly as the chair scraped against the floor. He looked at the sword resting on the edge of the chair, the sword containing the spirit of the woman he once wanted to end the world for. "Mahiru. I hate thay name. I hate her. I look back at the foolish boy who once loved her and it makes me want to go back in time and strangle him and change the fucking reality. Why did I even care for her? When something better was waitinh for me. I despise her" he spat out, the words poison on his tongue. With a snarl of pure frustration and violence in his tounge, "I dont want a ghost, I dont want a destiny I want you. Is that too much to ask for?" He picked up the sword and threw it inside his room, it clattered against the floor and slid into the back of the room like discarded trash. He didn't care if the Hiragii family got to know about this act of disrespect, he didn’t care about the demon screaming in his trying to manipulate him into doing something he doesn’t want to do.
He stepped closer to you, his hands holding either side of the railing while keeping you in the middle. You didnt think much of it because what can he do? He doesn’t have the courage afterall. Oh how mistaken you were. "You dont look surprised" you didn’t answer, you just stared into his face while keeping your arms crossed. You sighed, "You think I was being a jerk for the fun of it? Everytime I yelled at you I wanted to shove dirt in the mouth of those who laughed at you" "Then why'd you yell at me in the first place?" you retorted. He paused and smirked, "You belonged to me the moment you talked back to me with that smart mouth of yours","Oh yeah? Who said that?"," I did, the moment you smile to another man I'll make sure he doesn’t live to see it again" he leaned into your ear "You dont know what lengths I'd go for you" he whispered.
"Am I about to be the next Mahiru?" You laughed sarcastically, his face turned bitter "Never mention her ever fucking again" "You're a fucking nightmare you know that?" you said as you cupped his face with both hands, as you looked into his eyes, you realised you were just as lost as he was. "Then stop sleeping and wake the fuck up" His lips crashed into yours, one of his hands slid up your back and another grabbing the back of your head tilting it to access your mouth better. The cold breeze was hitting both of you and the water droplets made the uniform damp. His tongue explored your mouth leaving no space undiscovered. How long did he wait for this? Guess long enough to be starved like this. He kissed you as if he was trying to fuse your soul into his and rease every trace of Mahiru from his memory. The kiss broke and both of you were panting.
"You're not going anywhere, not tonight, not ever" he panted as he rested his head on your shoulder while looking up at you. "I've spent too long in the dark, you're staying whether you like it or not". You were panting as you looked at him, "What if I dont, Lieutenant?" his face twisted into sarcasm but his tone was telling a way serious story rather than sarcasm, "I'm pulling you back until you accept the fact you have no choice"
