Greetings beings of all, Humans, Demons, Angels, Ect.
Coming to my attention, it seems some of you take enjoyment in laughing and physically touch, then I am here to deliver, I have all day for you lovely lees and lers♥️
Ler - 85%
Lee - 15%
Mod Is Okay With ✅
• Muzan ships
• Rp's
• Headcanon request
• Rp as a different character other than Muzan
• Ageless/minors to interact BUT you have been warned
• Sfw
• Anons
• Fanfic Request of fandoms like (Demon slayer, Epic the musical, Undead unluck, The amazing digital circus, Hazbin hotel, Love and deepspace, Murder drones, Helluva boss, Win or lose)
Mod Is Not Okay With❌
• Large nsfw
• Minor × Adult
• Nsfw headcanon asks
• Any sibling × sibling ship
• Darkship/Pro ship/Mostly ANY problematic dark and bad ships/blood Incest ships
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About mod and muzan tk headcanons? ↓
Content like headcanons and fanfiction? ↓
• Ler Muzan
• Coming soon (Ler Muzan & Lee Douma)
• Lee Muzan (Not finished)
• More headcanons (Not finished)
Other Fandoms Content!!
• What's The Prescription? (Zayne x Sylus/Sylus x Zayne fanfic)
Summary: Muzan was dealing with Douma's usual antics, irritated and sick of it, he couldn't kill or really punish Douma since for one he is upper two and it's hard to find a demon capable of that title besides Douma, secondly it just never works because Douma often gets over it with that smug smile of his he wears all the time, So then Muzan used another method that for once put douma in his place
Color meanings → "Example" - Douma, "Example" - Muzan
-In the infinity castle-
"Muzan-Sama!!," Douma chirped eagerly for lord Muzan's attention. Muzan was teleported to Douma in the main room of the infinity castle, by nakime of course. Upper two looked at the demon king smiling and obviously had something mishevous cooking in that oh so cheerful head of his.
"What do you have to disturb me now, Douma," he hissed. "You look positively radiant today my lord!, you seem to be upset (yeah no shit) is it because me and my friends can't find your magnificent flower?," the multicolored-eyed one eyebrow quirked in amusement. A vein was already threatening to pop from Muzan's forehead at the mere thought of the blue spider lily and Douma mentioning it like it's a mere rose to him or another flower in his makeshift garden.
"You are as foolish as a pathetic jester begging for scraps, at least those are funny sometimes," the ruby-eyed one eye twitches. "Well if I'm your wonderful jester! You'll still be my king however you'd probably beg me for that flower instead of my scraps," Douma grinned. To think Douma would be so bold to assume Lord Muzan of all demons would get to him, Him, HIM, the same fool who hasn't even found the flower, the same fool who tests his patience day and night.
"You forgot your place again, I've let you off the hook far too many times, Douma. It's time you learn where you stand," his vines curled around doumas legs and arms pulling douma down to the infinity castle floor with a soft thud. The vines didn't have thorns surprisingly, just leaves that were soft as feathers. Douma's smiled faltered when he realized he truly messed up badly, and pushed Muzan beyond the limit he previously expected. "I really messed up didn't I..," Douma thought to himself, his colorful eyes darting the room trying to remain calm.
"You did."
Muzan's claws didn't hesitate to scribble along Douma's midsection, his claws gently scratching the surface of the clothes and the sensation tingling upper two badly. His eyebrows and shoulders trembling with the urge to laugh, not to mention Muzan's teases weren't helping the sensation or will to not laugh at all.
"Oh? What's this? Ticklish Upper two? And I thought you'd handle this a bit better, after all, you love to laugh and joke," Muzan mocked. "Wahai- nng, Muzahan-Samaha," Douma's words came to a quick hush when Muzan's claws moved up to the sensitive one's ribs, drawing out involuntary giggles from the used to be bold demon. "What?~ Can the class clown not take a few fingers to his ribs?," Muzan taunted.
"Ihihi cahahan! why arehehent youhuhu dehehecaptitahahating mehehehe!!?," Douma inquired through spews of giggle. "I was going to, until realizing this would be much more effective and after all you break so easily when I do this," Muzan answered while claws move down to the giggling demons hips, squeezing them as Douma yelped. "Wahahait my lohohord!! Nohot not therehehe!," Douma panicked a bit, his usually oh so cheerful facade running off when muzans hands got close to his death spot.
Muzan's blood eyes narrowed noticing the ticklish ones reactions to his hands there, slowly moving down to Douma's thigh and squeezes them. The reaction was instant with loud hiccuping laughter from Muzan, Douma couldn't admit, it felt nice to be free for once without worry of judgement. "NOHOOOHOHO MUHUZAHAHAHAN-SAAHAHAHAMA IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!! PLEASEHEHE! SPAREHEHE THIS UNWOHOHORTHY ONEHEHE!," Douma pleaded between bursts of laughter.
"Hm..seems like I found your weak spot," Muzan exclaimed while the corner of his lips perked up seeing how helpless Douma looked. He did secretly find the situation quite amusing how quickly it was to knock him down a peg or two for once. However, he could never admit out loud to anyone but him as his thoughts, but seeing Douma laughing genuinely and not the little fake chuckles he gives out from time to time pretending to find something funny was a pleasant change.
"YEHEHHES hic PLEASEHEHEHE!!," Douma's eyes shut with mirth, tears prickly at the corner at the sensation overwhelms him already from the thigh squeezes. "I'll stop if you don't pester me for a month." "hic OHOHOK OHOHOK!! JUST hic CAHAHALM DOWN!! hic IM SOHOHORRY!! I WOHOHONT, hic MUZAN-SAMAHAHA!"
"Hm...I will grant you mercy..for now." Muzans hands finally let up and releases Douma as after giggles still spewed from him and clutches his thighs immediately. "T-thahahank you, My lord.." "Now scram." Douma wasted ZERO time doing that.
-3 weeks after Douma got a small lee mood-
"Oh lord Muzan!," Douma chirped, however his eyes hesitate.
"What do you want no..," Muzans stern voice trailed off when he heard Douma's thoughts that he was going to ask Muzan to be tickled again. Knowing that Muzan's vines gently wrapped around Douma's arms and legs pulling him to The demon king's lap. "You want to be tickled, is that right?" "How did you,-" Douma slowly realized that Muzan can read minds, how foolish how he kept forgetting.
"Yes, Muzan-sama," Douma admitted and he had to be honest to get what he desired, so Muzan's claws digged into Douma's neck and stomach at the same time, dancing over Douma's most sensitive spots there as Douma squirmed and begun to laugh. Muzan was unusual quiet, more so focused on where Douma was most sensitive to further tickle him better.
Douma's laugh bubbled and hiccups more as Muzan changed spots ever 2 minutes, his underarms, stomach, sides, ribs, hips and thighs were relentlessly tickled. Until Douma struggled through laughter to say "Ohohokahahay t-thahahat's gohohood pleasehehe stahahahp." As Muzan's hands finally released Douma, it was then on that they usually never spoke of this unless Douma annoyed him too much.
A tall figure would stare at Muzan in the distance. It seemingly had nightshade-purple colored eyes that glowed in a strange manner.. It slowly approached Muzan. Surprisingly making no sound despite the noticeable bells on its costume.
@wilting-flwrz
(hi waves at you aggressively)
*Muzans ruby eyes glanced up at the figure "Oddly tall..?" He thought to himself while staring at the figure confused, claws ready to attack in case, but still not pouncing, yet. This figure was curious to him, how it approached him without noise or seemingly fear* "Who are you? And what do you want..speak quickly"
The figure eerily stopped near him. Its glowing eyes fixated on him. The figure seemed to have sharp claws and.. horns..? They clearly weren’t human. The figure seemed like a female.. she had white short-lengthen hair with black tips and she wore a nightshade purple costume. She looked like a circus performer.. The figure remained silent though. Defying Muzan’s prior command.
*his eyes dart around the figures features, claws like him.. and horns? How unusual, demons don't usually have them in his world even tho most myths say demons have them, how.. intriguing, "It's..silent?, the bells are an amusing touch I suppose, it's aura is different from mine..different from any human or demon hes seen by far" a creature like this looking foolish yet elegant in a way, a bit of irritation crossed his face when the figure denied answers his questions* "Are you just going to stand there blindly, or talk for once..are you deaf or stupidly foolish?" *His eyebrow raised with his question, fangs bared in annoyance*
The figure spoke. Her voice was sharp and condescending. It believe that Muzan was a simple human that she could devour. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter.. she wore a mask aswell. She had a tail that seemed to have a mind of its own, its tail did move from time to time.
*His breathe hitches in shock, MERE HUMAN!? HOW DARE SHE, maybe she doesn't know who he is obviously, he needed to calm down, he didn't know what she could do nor if she was stronger, he assumed not, so he stayed calm, but his left eye twitches in hidden anger*
"First of all, lady if you are even a lady to begin with I am a demon, nevertheless the king of all demons and I have every right to be when some circus fool comes up to me without saying a word.." *he glares up at her in mild irritation, trying to remain calm as she could, but he left her off easily even if it didn't seem that way, any other human or demon would've been decapitated in an instant, he noticed her tail moving*
"Did I thought a nerve, little lady?" *He taunts noticing her own rising irritation, amusing how such a weak insult rose her calm aura* "My bad then, I never new vermin like you had a voice now, and for one you should watch your tongue, trapeze artist you say? How hilarious of you to be talking to me with such bite" *he looked up at her glowing eyes and pupils contracting* "Don't get upset when I held my composure and you aren't, who's hilarious now, hm?"
*his eyes turned sharp quick at her remark* "I have good manners for someone to sneak up on me and not even state purpose or name and stand there like a statue" *Eye twitch* "Quote on quote demon king? I am a demon king there is no quote on quote miss 'Best trapeze artist' so if you want to break this tension at least get the name right instead of defaulting me to 'mere human'"
*He scoffed quietly to himself, stubborn.* "I don't want to know that desperately, if you must know I'm trying to be civil and proper for once maybe you should learn it, secondly I care not to remember you that much, I'm trying to figure out why you stood in front of me like you were a weeping angel, Woman, I'm a demon second of all a demon where being eaten doesn't work on me because I'm immortal, miss.." *he hissed*
*sighs* "Of course" *he pinched his nose bridge, stubborn as always I see..* "If course you take it as a compliment, if you won't then I'll call you tarpy, Im sure you can figure out why, hm?" *He looked up, eyes narrowing at their widening grin* "Yes I am.."
*he raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips perking at her off behavior* "well your attempt failed it seemed at first, and I suppose so" *he tilts her hand, eyes darting down to her slow wagging tail*
A tall figure would stare at Muzan in the distance. It seemingly had nightshade-purple colored eyes that glowed in a strange manner.. It slowly approached Muzan. Surprisingly making no sound despite the noticeable bells on its costume.
@wilting-flwrz
(hi waves at you aggressively)
*Muzans ruby eyes glanced up at the figure "Oddly tall..?" He thought to himself while staring at the figure confused, claws ready to attack in case, but still not pouncing, yet. This figure was curious to him, how it approached him without noise or seemingly fear* "Who are you? And what do you want..speak quickly"
The figure eerily stopped near him. Its glowing eyes fixated on him. The figure seemed to have sharp claws and.. horns..? They clearly weren’t human. The figure seemed like a female.. she had white short-lengthen hair with black tips and she wore a nightshade purple costume. She looked like a circus performer.. The figure remained silent though. Defying Muzan’s prior command.
*his eyes dart around the figures features, claws like him.. and horns? How unusual, demons don't usually have them in his world even tho most myths say demons have them, how.. intriguing, "It's..silent?, the bells are an amusing touch I suppose, it's aura is different from mine..different from any human or demon hes seen by far" a creature like this looking foolish yet elegant in a way, a bit of irritation crossed his face when the figure denied answers his questions* "Are you just going to stand there blindly, or talk for once..are you deaf or stupidly foolish?" *His eyebrow raised with his question, fangs bared in annoyance*
The figure spoke. Her voice was sharp and condescending. It believe that Muzan was a simple human that she could devour. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter.. she wore a mask aswell. She had a tail that seemed to have a mind of its own, its tail did move from time to time.
*His breathe hitches in shock, MERE HUMAN!? HOW DARE SHE, maybe she doesn't know who he is obviously, he needed to calm down, he didn't know what she could do nor if she was stronger, he assumed not, so he stayed calm, but his left eye twitches in hidden anger*
"First of all, lady if you are even a lady to begin with I am a demon, nevertheless the king of all demons and I have every right to be when some circus fool comes up to me without saying a word.." *he glares up at her in mild irritation, trying to remain calm as she could, but he left her off easily even if it didn't seem that way, any other human or demon would've been decapitated in an instant, he noticed her tail moving*
"Did I thought a nerve, little lady?" *He taunts noticing her own rising irritation, amusing how such a weak insult rose her calm aura* "My bad then, I never new vermin like you had a voice now, and for one you should watch your tongue, trapeze artist you say? How hilarious of you to be talking to me with such bite" *he looked up at her glowing eyes and pupils contracting* "Don't get upset when I held my composure and you aren't, who's hilarious now, hm?"
*his eyes turned sharp quick at her remark* "I have good manners for someone to sneak up on me and not even state purpose or name and stand there like a statue" *Eye twitch* "Quote on quote demon king? I am a demon king there is no quote on quote miss 'Best trapeze artist' so if you want to break this tension at least get the name right instead of defaulting me to 'mere human'"
*He scoffed quietly to himself, stubborn.* "I don't want to know that desperately, if you must know I'm trying to be civil and proper for once maybe you should learn it, secondly I care not to remember you that much, I'm trying to figure out why you stood in front of me like you were a weeping angel, Woman, I'm a demon second of all a demon where being eaten doesn't work on me because I'm immortal, miss.." *he hissed*
*sighs* "Of course" *he pinched his nose bridge, stubborn as always I see..* "If course you take it as a compliment, if you won't then I'll call you tarpy, Im sure you can figure out why, hm?" *He looked up, eyes narrowing at their widening grin* "Yes I am.."
*he raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips perking at her off behavior* "well your attempt failed it seemed at first, and I suppose so" *he tilts her hand, eyes darting down to her slow wagging tail*
A tall figure would stare at Muzan in the distance. It seemingly had nightshade-purple colored eyes that glowed in a strange manner.. It slowly approached Muzan. Surprisingly making no sound despite the noticeable bells on its costume.
@wilting-flwrz
(hi waves at you aggressively)
*Muzans ruby eyes glanced up at the figure "Oddly tall..?" He thought to himself while staring at the figure confused, claws ready to attack in case, but still not pouncing, yet. This figure was curious to him, how it approached him without noise or seemingly fear* "Who are you? And what do you want..speak quickly"
The figure eerily stopped near him. Its glowing eyes fixated on him. The figure seemed to have sharp claws and.. horns..? They clearly weren’t human. The figure seemed like a female.. she had white short-lengthen hair with black tips and she wore a nightshade purple costume. She looked like a circus performer.. The figure remained silent though. Defying Muzan’s prior command.
*his eyes dart around the figures features, claws like him.. and horns? How unusual, demons don't usually have them in his world even tho most myths say demons have them, how.. intriguing, "It's..silent?, the bells are an amusing touch I suppose, it's aura is different from mine..different from any human or demon hes seen by far" a creature like this looking foolish yet elegant in a way, a bit of irritation crossed his face when the figure denied answers his questions* "Are you just going to stand there blindly, or talk for once..are you deaf or stupidly foolish?" *His eyebrow raised with his question, fangs bared in annoyance*
The figure spoke. Her voice was sharp and condescending. It believe that Muzan was a simple human that she could devour. Her eyes seemed to glow brighter.. she wore a mask aswell. She had a tail that seemed to have a mind of its own, its tail did move from time to time.
*His breathe hitches in shock, MERE HUMAN!? HOW DARE SHE, maybe she doesn't know who he is obviously, he needed to calm down, he didn't know what she could do nor if she was stronger, he assumed not, so he stayed calm, but his left eye twitches in hidden anger*
"First of all, lady if you are even a lady to begin with I am a demon, nevertheless the king of all demons and I have every right to be when some circus fool comes up to me without saying a word.." *he glares up at her in mild irritation, trying to remain calm as she could, but he left her off easily even if it didn't seem that way, any other human or demon would've been decapitated in an instant, he noticed her tail moving*
"Did I thought a nerve, little lady?" *He taunts noticing her own rising irritation, amusing how such a weak insult rose her calm aura* "My bad then, I never new vermin like you had a voice now, and for one you should watch your tongue, trapeze artist you say? How hilarious of you to be talking to me with such bite" *he looked up at her glowing eyes and pupils contracting* "Don't get upset when I held my composure and you aren't, who's hilarious now, hm?"
*his eyes turned sharp quick at her remark* "I have good manners for someone to sneak up on me and not even state purpose or name and stand there like a statue" *Eye twitch* "Quote on quote demon king? I am a demon king there is no quote on quote miss 'Best trapeze artist' so if you want to break this tension at least get the name right instead of defaulting me to 'mere human'"
*He scoffed quietly to himself, stubborn.* "I don't want to know that desperately, if you must know I'm trying to be civil and proper for once maybe you should learn it, secondly I care not to remember you that much, I'm trying to figure out why you stood in front of me like you were a weeping angel, Woman, I'm a demon second of all a demon where being eaten doesn't work on me because I'm immortal, miss.." *he hissed*
*sighs* "Of course" *he pinched his nose bridge, stubborn as always I see..* "If course you take it as a compliment, if you won't then I'll call you tarpy, Im sure you can figure out why, hm?" *He looked up, eyes narrowing at their widening grin* "Yes I am.."
*he raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips perking at her off behavior* "well your attempt failed it seemed at first, and I suppose so" *he tilts her hand, eyes darting down to her slow wagging tail*
Lord Tengen! Pleasure to be meeting you *smiles brightly*
How is your day if I have the honor of asking?
(HELLOOOOO MODS!!♥️ I would absolutely love to RP if you're interested ofc with tengen because he's my absolute favorite I love his character and development throughout the show and being able to see him get screentime in almost every moment is just amazing, anyway enough about yapping, I hppe you're doing awesome and if you would be so kind I'd love to explain my oc and if I could rp with your tengen romantically and likely I wouldn't ask nsfw things because it's personal and stuff but yes id love to interact and that's all!! Btw I don't mind no at all, just wanted to wish you a nice day and be able to interact with tengen! :3)
I am a yapper a bit sry-😭🫶
"Hey! Flashy entrance! My day has been flamboyant as ever, spending it with the wives."
(OOC: I dont mind at all and thats awesome hes your favorite. Just sorry if I'm not quick on responding back. I'm a team of one on here XD and thank you. Hope you're having a good day as well :D)
*A rosy tint crept up on her neck, seeing Tengen flamboyant composure isn't faltered today* "Why yes, It's a pleasure seeing you around here," *she mumbled but Tengen's hearing picks it up* "How are you doing this evening?" *She ponders while holding a bag that looks like it was 4 bentos in it*
YAY!! i understand ofc I have 4 other accounts I use for different rps😭 so I can be pretty late at things but you're so strong and great for replying quickly, and I'll be using my main/Muzan account for this rp if that's alright! TYSMMMM!!!
Oc summary bellow info ↓
Rank: Hinoe(think that's how you spell it)
Name: Larissa/Rissa for short
Appearance: Short brown hair (to her ears) with a white streak and slightly wavy, Her eyes are light purple and blue, her height is 5'8 and weighs around average amount, her voice is soft yet not high pitched, almost inaudible sometimes if nervous, has trouble speaking up and her voice is like a mix of Nezuko and kanao (if that helps)! She also wears a light pink bow in the back of her head always that's her sisters
Personality: Reserved, open, awkward, caring, nervous, soft spoken, slightly stupid at times, childish at times, enjoys smaller things rather then the bigger ones
Breathing: lotus breathing (a breathing inherited by flower breathing, it was created in the loss of her dead sister Hitomi who's favorite flower was a lotus)
She has a crush on Tengen even though he has 3 (4) wives she wishes to his 4th (5th ^°) one day but due to her personality of being quite awkward and easily nervous leads into buffering and not being able to properly speak to her
her strength and overall power level is 6/10
Her reason for joining the corps is to kill demons who hurt the lives of the innocent just like her sister
Her relationships with others are always mutual or respect and trusts too easily at times
She definitely likes Tanjiro and Nezuko and trusts them, rengoku, mitsuri, shinobu, kanoa and gyomei
Likes: Tengen (obv TT), cooking, writting stories, reading, looking through the gardens and almost everyone
Dislikes/hates: Demons, Slightly sanemi but grew to trust him overtime, Others getting hurt or self sacrifices without her knowledges, feeling weak or even childish, hates her claustrophobia and fear of loss
Slight backstory: At age 16 her sister died to a demon at 8 and she was traumatized ever since and scared of demons until leaning how to fight against it
Her weapon: ↓ (purple sythe with lotus flowers on it)
Fun facts! - Once knocked over one of Tengen's wives (It was makio) and apologized immediately extremely embarrassed about her actions and was left crying about it for weeks in shame, couldn't even look tengen in the eye. Thought gyomei was wearing contracts once. She often cooks for people and knows and likes well and knows a lot of people's favorite foods. At first thought kyojuro was scary due to his surprises and loud and bold personality but learns he's sweet and likes him a lot. Does find him and his wives attractive, not just tengen. Often cooks the most for gyomei since she enjoys doing it
Does she die? - nope! But she did lose two fingers in the infinity castle arc from fighting alongside gyomie and the others to Kokushibo her fingers were cut by his moon breathing but was able to find a hiding spot until the battles were fully over
At the end - Tengen and her are dating and with honor everyone who dies! But they were dating before the infinity castle, it was more a lot after the entertainment district and before swordsmith village.
Aaand that's all for my summary (I can't draw for the life of me so..I might try and draw my OC to make it better!)🥹♥️
Colors meaning - Blue = Zayne Red = Sylus Orange = Front desk
Lastly if you have anything negative to say about this info, Scroll.♥️
The hospital was busy this evening, same thing as usual, distant chattering, writting from afar, and front desk talking to people in need of services. Today Zayne was in his medical room, tired and worn from the constant phone calls, paperwork and clients after all. All was on his mind was the rewarding feeling of coming home to Sylus. 'Only two more hours left,' Zayne thought to himself as the phone vibrated in his pocket.
A small sigh escaping his lips in weary as he picks up the phone and straightened his voice hearing the front desk saying a man was badly injured in the ribs. "A rib injury? How serious does it look?," the doctor questioned. "It's bleeding out quite a bit, doctor Zayne, but he keeps refusing the help of other doctors, he keeps saying he wants to see you downstairs, sir," replied front office.
Him? Why would someone specifically request him of all people. Zayne quickly got out of his deep thoughts to say "I'll be there shortly," speaking sternly. The phone hangs up with a gentle tap, and Zayne wasted no time to get downstairs to see who was so eager for his help.
There was a white haired man, dark red eyes, posture staggered from the blood dripping onto the pristine polished white tiles. Sylus. He looked at Zayne trying to fix his composure to convey as fine or handling himself when the wound spoke for itself. He was not fine at all.
"Snowflake, there you are, I thought by the time you showed up I'd be unconscious," Sylus mused smugly. Zayne didn't find Sylus amusing this time, the fact he was bleeding out and still trying to tease drove him over the edge sometimes. This wasn't an expectation either. Zayne took Sylus wrist firmly and led him upstairs to his medical room. Sylus followed according, he knew better than to run from Zayne anyway in this condition.
The ruby-eyed one sat down, his irises looked around the room. All types of doctor equipment to be found on the beds. Sylus felt a wave of dread and guilt when Zayne's serious gaze upon him made him regret ever asking for him. Maybe not regretting, but the guilt weighed on him like a anvil though.
"What have we talked about, Sylus," the doctor confronted disappointed. Sylus repeated Zayne's earlier words when he was injured a few months ago, "Don't put myself in danger or I'll possibly get killed, yeah I know..." Zayne hant hit the desk with a soft thud, "Then explain to me HOW you're bleeding out this much, you're losing more blood than most donations of it." The taller one glanced once maybe twice at Zayne's hand and expression. When has he ever been this angry.
Sylus voice tried to stay controlled yet rare stammered escaped him. Zayne's nails dug into the desk slightly leaning forward to look at Sylus injury "What Happened." Sylus folded under the pressure of the doctors intense stares. "I thought they were armless when I was fighting them until they stabbed him, gladly I twitched their arm before they fully got in but the knife still hit." Zayne sighed as he presses a liquid on a cloth to disinfect the wound more. "And just how that happened to begin with?"
Sylus went off in a yap about what happened, making sure not to miss details. Zayne could tell when he was lying or making up things to make it seem less severe. When Sylus was finished, Zayne thought about it while wrapping the bandages and replies "So that's what happened?" Sylus nods while glancing at zayne's hand that slight shivered. The doctor laid Sylus down and wraps his wounds up gently.
"You didn't think to call me?," Zayne cocking an eyebrow up at Sylus. The blood-eyed one looked away and he never really thought of that. Not that Sylus really thinks at all when it's himself in danger. But when it comes to Zayne, Sylus is the smartest, smarter than Zayne to make a plan to get him out of situation. Zayne wanted to help too, yet the N109 zone wasn't for him to rescue Sylus in the first place. The first time he tried that Luke and Kieran had to get him out, and Sylus was heavily disappointed.
Zayne watches Sylus stayed laying down on the plush bed. "I'll think next ti-" "You wont." Zayne cut off sylus before he tried to lie to make him feel better. "We both know the moment you're on another one of your personal job missions, you'll get into another fight, get hurt and come to me guilty." Sylus smirks, not taking the situation as serious to try and cheer up Zayne, "Maybe I should get hurt more often to see this side of you, do you keep my injuries in your head all day?" Zayne's neck started to prickle with a pinkish tint.
"Now's not the time for your foolish teases, Sylus." "But sweeti-" Zayne shushes Sylus with a mere finger to Sylus lips. Sylus takes it as a offer to bite Zayne's finger and does so. The doctor pulled back slightly irritated and slightly doesn't mind internally. "You'll be here for a week until recovery, I must check the wound daily to see if it gets better or worse, furthermore you'll be having inspections on your body checked by me personally."
Sylus looks up at Zayne as the corner of his lips perks up at the mention of these 'inspections'. Sylus looks Zayne in the eyes, "Does these examinations come with anything else? Maybe a better treatment" Zayne scoffs lightly, "No out of work treatments like kisses or hugs will be allowed for your recovery." Sylus sighs and sucks his teeth with a gentle "Tch". Zayne caves after a while of silence to press his lips to Sylus's cold ones deeply.
Sylus grips the bed frame to anchor himself, wrapping his arms around Zayne's waist to pull him closer. Close as possible even. Zayne attempts to move sylus down to be on top of him, but Sylus had other plans. Suddenly Zayne's wrists were cover his head in seconds by Sylus one hand. "Amusing you think can restrain me, sweetie~," Sylus purrs, "I might be injured but I know my place and maybe you should know yours."
Zayne let's out a soft rare chuckle staring up at Sylus "Well then..I suppose I can add some special treatments for your time here?" Sylus eyebrow quirks in intrigue "Oh? Like what exactly" Zayne voice drops slightly "Anything you desire from me for the next week, how about that? You can only get it if you prevent yourself from strain or anymore fights for this month." Sylus knew there was a catch but nevertheless anything he could do or wish from Zayne will come true? Too tempting to pass up.
"Deal." Sylus muttered while leaning down to kiss him again and daringly bit the doctor lower lip. "Starting now~"
Next day morning when another doctor came in to see and checkup of everything was doing alright, he noticed the sheets and bedspread in the laundry mat and fresh sheets and pillows on Sylus bed. Zayne was sitting on Sylus bed as Sylus slept, the doctor just turns away and leaves the room.
Maybe last night Sylus got a special treatment of something else~
TYSM FOR READING MY FANFIC
First LADS fanfic♥️ so I hope to make more on the future and if you'd like to try and help me on tips to writing Zayne x Sylus I would love the advice😅 but that's all <3
genuinely what is the point of pickles. like. why cant we just eat cucumbers normally. I mean, cucumbers taste like shit anyways, but who's smartass idea was it to drown those mfs in vinegar and call it a "pickle". like whoop-dee-doo, who the fuck cares about a soggy ass cucumber bro.
