“Okay, big day. I’ve got this. This is so easy. Why was I even worried?” Kaito paced outside on the cobbled path next to the shallow pool. The water sparkled from the light of the setting sun. It looked perfect, which was great because everything had to be perfect. He pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket. He read it over again. “Oh my god, I don’t got this. I’m gonna forget everything and she’s gonna be so upset-”
“Kaito.” Luca put a hand on the groom’s shoulder. “Just breathe. She’s not a dangerous anomaly. In fact, she’s a very forgiving person. You’re going to be just fine.”
Kaito looked down at the paper, then back up at his best man. Luca was right. He was going to be just fine. He put a hand to his mouth, feeling his stomach coming undone. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” He squatted down onto the ground, putting the bouquet of roses and daisies to his forehead. “It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine…”
Luca patted his back. “It will be fine. Besides, you can’t be backing out now.”
Kaito looked up and there she was in the most beautiful white dress. She had never looked more perfect in their entire time together. He sprung to a standing position. How could he express into words how amazing and wonderful she was?
“Kaito, why are you trying to make yourself look taller?” Luca asked when Kaito had unconsciously stretched his back and bounced slightly up on his toes. It actually did make Luca look shorter than Kaito.
“I-I’m not!!” Kaito protested as he rocked back onto his heels, then onto his flat feet. Luca had told him earlier to have a strong stance during this, which made it sound like he was going into a battle.
Suddenly, she was standing before him and it took everything in him from jumping ten feet away from her. He glanced over to his side and realized that Luca had backed away from him to give the two of them their own moment. Kaito took a deep breath in as he unfolded the paper, which was starting to form wrinkles. He could do this. “MC, you are the, um, light of my life and… I mean…” He turned the paper sideways as he started to read the wrong line. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Oh god, he could not do this.
She covered her mouth, but he could see her cheekbones rising up and her eyes filled with laughter. “I’m sorry. I know how hard you’re trying. Just say what’s in your heart, okay?” She took the piece of paper from his hand and tossed it into the water.
“Okay…” Still shaking, he got down on one knee in front of her. He grabbed onto her hand to try to steady himself, looking into her eyes. He would be brave for her. Her words echoed in his head as he began to speak. “I know I’m not the greatest. I can’t protect you from whatever dangers are out there like the others can. But you still chose me and I don’t want you to regret it, not for a single minute for the rest of our lives. If you’re ever sad, I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. If you’re ever angry, I’ll be kind and understanding of whatever you’re going through. And after you’ve gotten everything out, we can make brownies and I get to see you smile again.”
As if to emphasize his point, she giggled a little bit, her smile reaching the corner of her eyes. His heart fluttered and it gave him the courage to keep going. He slid the ring he had in his pocket onto her finger. “I promise the dangers we face together will just be that of an ordinary life. What I’ll protect you from will just be the pains that come from taxes or laundry. It’s the only kind of strong I can be for you. I just hope it’s enough.”
She slid the other ring onto his finger. She helped him stand up again, so that they were only a breath away from each other. “It’s more than enough.” The kiss they shared was a destiny promised to them ages ago when he had run like a coward into a closet. It was the one time he was happy that he had run away afterwards. Every time they kissed, it reminded him of the first day they met and of what he had to be brave for. And today was no different.
He held her close, slowly moving his hand to grasp hers. His other hand moved to rest on her waist. He broke off the kiss to whisper, “Uh, I’ve been practicing…”
She slowly opened her eyes again, still reeling from the moment. “Practicing what?”
“Well, I mean, dancing!” He raised up the hand that was holding hers. “All married couples get to dance.”
“Of course! Show me what you’ve got then.” She placed her free hand onto his shoulder. He took the lead, trying to remember the steps that Luca had shown him over the past couple of weeks. Kaito glanced over at his best man, who gave him a thumbs up and started to play a waltz. One, two, three. One, two, three. He looked into her eyes and he could tell that she had complete faith in him. So he decided to trust his own feet and let the music and his feet carry the two of them.
She laughed as he gave her a spin, and it lit up his entire world. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and let himself feel happy. This was his day just as much as it was hers, even though he had no doubt that it would be perfect for him in the first place. He didn’t know that he just had to be himself in order for it to be perfect for her too.
There would be no more tragic tales for these two. No more talk of worlds ending or spooky ghosts or scary monsters. Their hearts could finally feel at ease as one, living the life they had always wished for.
I heard it was the cutest loser's birthday, one of my favorite boys, THE Ren Shiranami's birthday!! So here's a cute fluffy MC x Ren fic
“Rise and shine, Ren!!” Haru had thrown off the blankets that were covering Ren. “It’s time to get going!”
Ren groaned as loudly as possible. “It’s literally my birthday and you’re gonna make me work?? Didn’t you get me a present?”
“Gahaha! Of course we got you a present! But it’s not this. The animals still need feeding so up and at ‘em!” Haru dashed out of the room, ready to start the day. Ren waited three seconds. When he was sure that clown wasn’t coming back, he fell back into bed, his head crashing into the pillow. The best present he could give himself: sleeping in.
After a few more hours of rest, Ren finally trudged outside with his stupid turquoise jumpsuit to feed those stupid animals like he did every single day. “Ren!” He turned when he heard her call his name. MC was running up the hill and waving to him, a big smile on her face that could rival Haru’s. “Happy birthday! I want to celebrate today.” She was holding up a gift bag.
He crossed his arms, looking bored. “Birthdays are just proof you’re getting older. What’s there to celebrate?”
She shrugged and pulled the gift out of the bag. “If you don’t want it…” It was a figurine of the protagonist of Naw wrestling a giant shark. “Maybe I could put it in my room and start my own collection.”
He swallowed. “That’s a special edition figurine. That’s pretty one of a kind, you know.”
She held it up to the sunlight and admired it at all angles. “I do know. It’s a shame you don’t want it. But since we’ve gotten together, I know Naw pretty well. I’d say I’m a fan too.”
“Yeah, thanks to me.” He was teetering on the balls of his feet. He didn’t really want any presents, but she had gotten him one. He didn’t know why it made his heart flutter. Stupid. He snatched the figurine out of her hand, along with the empty bag and put it back inside. He marched back to the mushroom house so he could put it on display in his room. This is the worst…
MC had helped him work with all of his rounds the entire day. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was always great when they were together. She was a really good listener. He could rant about his video games or movies, complain about what was bad about them and parade them as good critiques. And she would always agree with him. He could even complain about Haru or Towa and she’d agree.
It was now the afternoon, and Ren was off to his job. MC had agreed to come along, but mostly because she didn’t seem like she could do any more work. When he saw her yawn, he asked, “You good?”
She shook herself out of it and smiled. “Yeah! No problems here. To the diner?”
It wasn’t long before MC was completely passed in one of the booths after having some food the two of them had deemed edible enough. Ren played games on his phone, hoping no one would come in the entire time. That would be a good birthday present, especially from Shinjo. Why did he always have to show up and annoy him with his “consultations”?
It wasn’t long until they reached the end of his shift. He groaned at the idea that he’d have to do more chores. He squatted next to the booth where MC was sleeping. She looked pretty at peace. Honestly, he was kind of jealous of her at that moment; he wished he could just fall asleep and let the day end early. But if he said that birthday wish aloud, he knew she’d be mad at him. He shook her gently awake. Her eyes slowly opened. “Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
“It’s fine. I’m going back to the park now. You should probably go back to your dorm.”
She groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes. “No, it’s fine. I’m feeling better now.”
He blinked. “You look dead, you know?”
She scooted out of the booth. “No, I mean, I’ll be fine. There’s nothing wrong-” As soon as she tried to stand up, her legs gave out for a moment and she stumbled. Her feet were still killing her from running around the park all day. She had no idea how Haru did this everyday. Must’ve been a perk of being a ghoul.
He reached out to stable her, one hand catching her waist and the other her shoulder. “Right. Sure. I totally believe you.” He sighed, knowing what he had to do. He scooped one of his arms under her legs and picked her right up. This really was the worst.
Her eyes widened in shock and let out a small yelp. “I’m awake now!” She looked up at his normal grumpy face, but there seemed to be a little pink in his cheeks. “Cute,” she whispered to herself.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Whatever. Don’t read too much into it.” He trudged out of the diner and back to Jabberwock with her in his arms, trying to get back before the sunset. She rested her head on his chest. Her eyes could barely stay open. Soon, she was falling right back asleep.
It wasn’t until they had actually reached Jabberwock again did she wake up again. “I thought you were gonna bring me to my dorm.”
He stopped. “Oh. Uh, I mean we can go back, it’s no big deal. But do you wanna watch some movies?” Maybe he could get out of work if he was hanging out with MC. Yeah, Haru was always like “make sure she’s doing well” or whatever. That was definitely all there was to it.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, kicking her feet a little. “Ren, don’t tell me you’ve actually enjoyed having me around on your birthday?”
“NO!” Ren said that way too loud and way too quick. “I mean, no…”
She giggled. “Yeah, let’s watch some movies.”
“‘Kay…” He walked back up to the mushroom house. “There’s this movie with dinosaurs that’s meant to be really cool.”
She lifted herself up to kiss his cheek. “Whatever you want to do, birthday boy.” She watched his entire face turn pink, like his head was going to explode. She pressed her lips together so as to not giggle. He was looking ahead, seeming very determined to avoid looking at her. What she didn’t know was that he was trying to figure out the best strategy to cuddle together during the movie. And turn off the movie to kiss her. Maybe things wouldn’t be the absolute worst today.
In a universe where soulmates share pain with each other...
This starter pack includes: WickHive posts, WickChat messages, a short drabble, and a sneak peek at the realization!
Coming to in Darkwick’s infirmary, the first thought Sho had was ‘Not again.’
There had always been an unspoken worry, when he worked alone in his food truck, that one day he’d have an ‘episode’ in the middle of service. He’d pictured a thousand ways it could go wrong, and today, he got his answer for what would happen if his soulmate connection backfired on him while he cooked.
The moment Nicolas realized he was waking up, he breathed a sigh of relief, sitting down at the student’s side. “Shohei. Good, you’re already awake,” he began, a tired smile on his face. “Your brother tried calling you, so I answered it and explained the situation to him. How are you feeling?”
Why the fuck would he answer my call? And what does Hyde want now? Sho thought, already annoyed by the situation. “I’m fine. I can guess what happened.”
Nicolas nodded, familiar with Sho’s situation. His soulmate connection was strong, and his soulmate seemed sickly - often having episodes of nausea, dizziness, and occasional blackouts. “You were cooking when it happened. I gave you a local anesthetic, but I had to stitch up your arm.”
Great, Sho thought, crashing back onto the bed. “Can I leave, then?”
“Not yet. Sorry,” Nicolas shook his head. “I know this routine is probably getting old to you, but... I’d like to run a few more tests on you to make sure that your blackout was because of your soulmate and not your own. I’ll be keeping you for observation a little while longer.”
As Nicolas walked off, muttering something about him being needed in the staff lounge, Sho considered getting up and leaving. He knew he was fine. It was times like this that Sho thought that Leo was onto something when the influencer suggested ditching his soulmate.
When he was younger, he barely ever felt anything from his soulmate. Occasional fatigue and body aches, as if they were an active person, but nothing extreme. if anything, Sho considered himself the problematic one in their connection - he was always getting injuries from accidents or fights. He remembered falling off his skateboard once and his knees being torn nearly to the bone - and he remembered, at that young age, he felt more guilty than he did sorry for himself.
As he got older, though, he noticed his soulmate more. Mostly in the past few years, when he started having blackouts. He’d feel it mere moments before it happened - a rush of nausea, and his world would spin before he hit the ground. Tests ruled out the cause being something on his end - which meant it was his soulmate having the main symptoms.
At times, it made him wish he didn’t have a soulmate at all. Even though he was considered one of the “lucky” ones with such a strong connection to his soulmate - after all, the more pain you shared, the stronger the connection was - he didn’t see it as luck at all. He was jealous of those who had dull pain receptors when it came to their soulmates.
“Nicolas not here?” a familiar voice rang out, pulling Sho out of his thoughts.
He looked over to see a trio standing at the infirmary door - the Hotarubi ghouls and the inspector. Subaru looked pale, leaning on Haku for support. “He just stepped out. He should be back soon. Something happen?”
Haku, who spoke before, looked to Subaru as if inviting him to explain. Subaru shook his head before turning back to Sho. “It’s nothing,” Subaru insisted. “I was injured on a mission, and it was too much for anomalous medicine to take care of.”
“That doesn’t sound like nothing,” Sho furrowed his brows and stood up. “You guys can stay here. I’ll go get him.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that -”
“Chill. I was looking for an excuse to get up and walk around anyway,” Sho waved a hand at Subaru, a gesture to urge him to calm down. “I’ll be back.”
As the rider retreated from the room, Haku looked over at Subaru, his expression growing serious. “How long as it been now since you found out he was your soulmate?” Haku asked, his brows furrowing. “You could avoid incidents like this for both of you if you told him.”
The inspector’s eyes widened. “Wait, are Kagami and Sho...?”
Haku raised a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. “Subaru figured it out a while ago, but he’s been lying to Sho about it.”
“It’s not a lie,” Subaru corrected him. “Just a secret.”
The inspector looked down, seeing the consequences of Subaru’s secret. When he’d passed out at the temple after using his stigma, the inspector was already worried... and then they saw his arm tear open. Then they’d seen smaller punctures appear - as if someone was getting stitched up. Unfortunately, it simply aggravated Subaru’s wound, making it worse. “Why don’t you tell him?” the honor student asked softly.
Why don’t I tell him? Subaru thought, remaining quiet in the face of the question. The answer, to him, was simple: fear. He didn’t want to see rejection in Sho’s eyes, to see the man pull away from him when Subaru told him. Subaru had always liked the idea of a soulmate - someone who was meant to complete him, who would understand him.
What was he supposed to do if that person pushed him away?
Note: written with the same template of questions I used to do Jiro's, just with Yuri ♡ I shall post his in full if only for @midoisamis ♥︎
the offer to rq one or two of these questions with a certain ghoul of your choosing is also still on the table!
Triggers: blood! vampire themes...! questionable characterization? I've never written anything purely for Yuri alone, (aside from the specimen girl project currently rotting in gradual progress) ! so I do apologize if I'm a little wonky with him.
Summary: written with the idea that he is feeding from you (the reader)!
Their favorite spot to bite?
A favorite spot?! No, no no. That's not how this works. Whatever spot is the most convenient, puts the most amount of space between him and his prey, and is easily hidden from the judgement of others is his favorite...!
Well, the collarbone is also a classy place, you see—
He means your shoulder. While he's behind you, so that you can't watch. Yes, that's it! That's his favorite spot, don't be foolish. It's clearly the best spot for a vampire worth their meals.
Okay, fine! Ahem.. His true favorite spot to bite is anywhere that has a little bit of squish to it. Wherever is less tight and tense to have to sink his fangs into, because it'll make the whole experience easier and less frustrating on him.
Having you sat while he's on his knees between your legs, teeth sunken deep into the top plush of your thighs is the best...! ♡ No, wait! Don't go getting the wrong idea — It's just easier in this position..! There's no awkward crooks and crannies and you can sit or lay down to avoid becoming faint, all while allowing him the perfect amount of skin to work with if there's any minor mishaps... That's obviously what he meant! It's just convenient.
How sharp are their fangs?
Yuri's fangs may be a tad shorter on average, making them a little less noticeable to the naked eye, but do not let the look alone fool you. His fangs pack a mean punch with their sharp, thick point.
His fangs are perfect for delivering an exceptionally painful experience to his prey with enough force, while also doing their main job with ease. If only Yuri would use them...
How long do they hold off trying to bite you?
Quite some time, I'd reckon. A long, agonizingly slow stretch of time, as there's absolutely no way he's ever going to admit to the thoughts he's so guilty of wearing on his face..! He has never, in anyway, looked at you as though you were a piece of walking meat. And don't you dare accuse him of such.
Despite whatever inner monologue is rattling at his brain, Yuri holds off for as long as his body and patience will allow. Which, for most things, honestly? Isn't very long. Because he's got a great deal of self-discipline in this regard, he's able to abstain from drinking your blood for a long period of time. Likely because it would require composure (or lack there of) when presented with... skin. He can't even fathom holding your hand, let alone something as intimate as sinking his teeth into your flesh.
He'd likely prefer you bleed into a cup for him to drink. Or I suppose there's better, more sterile ways to go about it... like drawing it with a needle and then sipping it straight from the syringe, IV bag, or vial itself... though that's hardly the same. It's a cowards way of going about it..! And it's exactly the way he would prefer to do it. It's probably the only way he's been doing it...
Even then, Yuri will wait until his craving for you gets so intense and unmanageable, - that bad and a little worse, - before finally doing something about it.
Are they careful about your comfort when they try to bite you?
A comfortable prey is an easy to work with prey, correct? So prioritizing your comfort is actually rather important to him. Though, I will inform you that because of his prudence, you may be limited in the biting positions he's willing to work with, so don't get too demanding on him. His comfort may be just as important in this scenario.
Do not suggest he's forgotten something either, because he will feel as though you're personally attacking his bedside manner.
Do not be too needy with him. Bring your own snacks if you know you'll feel faint afterwards and present yourself to him already hydrated. Do not waste his time on matters you should be well aware need tending to. Though, he's clearly doing his best to accommodate you, regardless of how irritated he seems...
The snack bin has always been there—! You're only noticing it now because your blood sugars dropping, right? Well, maybe since you're doing him a favor, he can return the kind gesture. Be grateful.
Unfortunately, sometimes your comfort may completely go out the window if he's worked up enough or frustrated. Not on purpose, however. Yuri is never trying to hurt you on purpose, though if his teeth aren't sinking into you as planned, the positioning or placement is off, you may end up enduring a great deal of readjusting and perhaps a few unsuccessful bite attempts.
He caps the feeding session if you begin looking ill, though. He can't be drinking from someone in less than optimal condition as it's asking for trouble. Yes, even if he is the reason you look a little light-headed, he has compassion, and will stop. While blaming you for the reason you look so light-headed, of course. Did you really hydrate or did you take one sip of water and call it a day!? Sigh...
Since pain is to be expected, and he's already gotten this far with you, Yuri's rather keen on biting you through whatever pained gasps you spill, so long as you're not shrill and overly squirmy.
Please, just watch the level of sound and noise! If it's too lewd, or you begin grasping at him or his shirt for leverage, he becomes all but frustrated and flustered. To the point he's willing to end the feeding session early and deem you unfit to handle them further. Be as quiet and still as possible if you wish to continue with him. And if you really can't handle it? There's again, plenty of other less risqué options.
Note, not to be so still and quiet that you feel and look dead, however. That is also rise for concern.
What does their sucking feel like? Are they messy with it?
Yuri sucks in inconsistent, hesitant, and rather excruciating intervals. Your blood just barely fills his mouth with the amount he so desperately needs as he is reluctant to be feeding from you in the first place.
As he becomes a little more confident in his ability and more comfortable with his prey, he drinks from them in longer, more powerful intervals, where your blood will pool into his mouth. He slowly learns how to feed from you in a way that's less agonizing and more efficient for him.
Also! Yuri is not messy on purpose. He is, however, messy because of his lack of experience in drinking straight from his prey. He doesn't make blood-bath levels of mess, even in the early stages of learning, but it's safe to say that there's plenty of spillage when he pulls away from your skin. He absolutely refuses to lick up your neck, or any part of your body for that matter.
Of course, blood spills from his lips and chin too, so when he pulls away all rosey and flushed, it can be quite endearing..! ♡ Can vampires blush...!? They do where I come from...
Again, he may end up biting you multiple times in a session as he figures out what works for him. While he doesn't want to mark you up anymore than he already is, it's inevitably going to happen and result in a great deal of clean-up and wound care. Be prepared!
How much do they drink when they bite you?
Certainly not enough to stave off tomorrow's hunger. Which is rather embarrassing, considering he fed from you not but moments ago.
Yuri has a terrible habit of pulling away prematurely during a feeding session and promptly announcing that he has, "had enough," when he without a doubt has NOT had nearly anything close to enough for how long he's gone without it.
You'll walk away less weary, but it begins to manifest as Yuri spiraling into more frequent moody outbursts because he's too shameful to just take the fill of you that he needs. Having to rely on someone else to manage his appetite is incredibly inconvenient, and now you're telling him he has to spend more than a fraction of a second feeding?! Absurd!
If he just drank what he needed from you the first time, he wouldn't be so frustrated.
A feeding session may end with him hungrier than he was when he started to feed, but if you argue with him the moment he pulls away, you may be able to convince him to begrudgingly go for seconds, like he means it this time..! And oh boy, does he mean it now that he's gotten a little more reassurance.
Once he's confident, he's prone to get carried away at some point or another, drinking far more of your blood than he'd ever imagined himself being capable of.
However, unlike Jiro, he's a lot more hyper-vigilant in this regard and will rarely get to a point where you've fainted with his fangs still embedded into you. No comment on whatever happens after he's pulled away, though.
How often do they bite?
Whenever his mouth begins to salivate enough to make him practically drool at the mere sight of you passing by alone. Which, usually happens because he's been holding off for far longer than his body can physically manage.
As a result of trying to suppress his appetite around you, Yuri doesn't ask or bite you often at all. You might even need to let him know that his eyes aren't where they're supposed to be before he'll finally cave and spill about how starving he's been. Tears and all, if you're lucky. If he's really been in so much pain because of it...and he has!
Unfortunately, Yuri's shame is a persistent issue, but eventually he'll warm up to feeding sessions if there's a schedule or some kind of routine he can anticipate. If of course, you're willing to compromise. And you will, right?
Are they willing to share you?
No! He's not willing to. What an outlandish question. Don't ever ask him this..! He's the only one worthy of drinking your blood.
Yuri is for better or for worse, territorial and unwilling to bend at this particular idea. Typical purebred.
The last thing he wants is for you to parade around with his fang markings on display for others to clearly see. Aside from it being a brave suggestive display of intimacy, it will either make you a target, or make him a target. So if you go around letting others feed on you too, he will be outrageously upset. This was meant to be a private affair!
No one else is allowed to mark his prey and he will not tolerate anyone tainting the quality of his supply with their weird quack diseases or whatever else baggage they might carry. It's not sanitary, and it would result in him becoming insecure. For god only really knows what reason.
You're a safe, consistent source of supply though, and he'd really rather not chance another sweeping you away. That's final.
Anything else we should know?
Yuri is pure-bred..! At first, you'd think it impossible, considering his strange relationship with drinking straight from his prey like most other vampires of pureblood do, but he's a special case. The case being that he's in fact, just a bit of a coward about it.
Yuri is never sure what to do with his hands during feeding sessions, but rest assured he's got a rather tight grasp on you, as if he were the one being fed from instead. Make no remark on how tight or how close he's holding you though, if you want the feeding to continue.
I imagine he'd be a little like Jiro in biting style once he gets an idea for what is most efficient for him. No teasing, nibbles, or lead-up, just straight to the point with a verbal confirmation to you that he is about to bite.
His main source of supply before gracing the luxury of sipping straight from your flesh was blood bags from willing donors. I don't imagine Yuri to be able to endure starving the same way Jiro can! Likely because Yuri has never had to starve. Once you've let him drink from you once or twice, though, Yuri doesn't take as kindly to having to drink blood from strangers who've donated theirs. Your blood is clearly superior, if only because he's the one with access to you.
guys. guys. if any of you are thinking about opening exchanges and have not im TELLING U OPEN THEM. the market is kinda dry here on tumblr but i am in a discord server and ive been having a BLAST doing them. JUST DO IT IM SO SERIOUS. THESE ARE WAY MORE FUN THAN REQUESTS.
How the members of Obscuary would end up in a fake dating scenario with you...
Edward Hart.
⏾⋆ Edward would love to pretend you’re dating whenever it suited him. Especially in public spaces. Your reactions, to him, are the most amusing part.
⏾⋆ The first time he’d do it would be on a mission. Even if it wasn’t necessary to sell your roles, making you his partner in any given backstory brings him endless, somewhat sadistic, delight.
⏾⋆ It comes off as him just doing it to see your reaction and tease you, but truthfully, part of it is for protective reasons. Even if he wouldn’t admit to that.
⏾⋆ Edward is aware of how his status as the world’s strongest vampire protects him against much of Darkwick’s administration. If they were to get wind of the fact that you were ‘dating’ him… they may stop treating your safety with more urgency.
⏾⋆ If you ever wanted to make it real, he’d be happy to make it so. Until that day that you’re the one to ask, though, he’ll keep playing with you just to see your reactions.
‘I don’t need to win over the Pearl. After all, we’re already sweethearts.’
As the director yelled ‘cut’, you couldn’t help but sigh. Even on set, in the middle of a mission, of course Edward wouldn’t miss out on a chance to bring this up.
“Mr. Hart! You can’t bring up anything that suggests that you already know the Pearl!” The director’s tone was exasperated as he spoke. “And what’s this about you already being sweethearts? This wasn’t disclosed to us before.”
Because it isn’t true, you thought, glaring at Edward, but he only smiled, his blood-red eyes narrowing. Before you knew it, Edward had crossed the room to be at your side, an arm going around your waist. “I thought it might disqualify me, but isn’t it natural for me to want to make sure nothing unsavory happens to my partner, isn’t it?”
“If they’re already dating, this whole thing is kind of pointless, isn’t it?” Ren spoke up, annoyed as his arms crossed. After his already rocky start and Edward saying this in the middle of them recording the one-on-one interviews at the end of day one, he was already over the entire game show. “I mean, it’s obvious who’s going to be picked.”
Finally, Rui broke his silence. “They’re not actually dating!” He clarified with a tight-lipped smile. This was something the reaper was often having to correct, and now of all times, he was doing his best to not let his annoyance show. “Really, they’re not! Nothing is compromised. He just likes lying about their relationship status.”
“Rui, really, you don’t have to cover for me,” Edward insisted. His grip on your waist became tighter as he pulled you closer to him.
Is he doing this to provoke the anomaly? You thought, looking up at his face. It came out before to insist that we don’t do anything to stop the filming, so… maybe this is just Edward’s way of making it reveal itself again.
With Edward, though, it was always impossible to tell.
Rui Mizuki.
⏾⋆ At first, your ‘fake dating’ ruse with Rui was only something that he teased during a mission. He didn’t expect you to actually bite at the idea.
⏾⋆ It was fun for him to pretend to be your boyfriend… until the reality that you didn’t actually see him that way sank in again at the end of the day.
⏾⋆ After that mission, though, he was delighted every time you brought it back up. Even in passing, when you were obviously teasing him, he lived for it.
⏾⋆ He usually wasn’t the one to bring it up first… unless it seemed like there was someone or something that made you uncomfortable. Then he would swoop in as your ‘reliable boyfriend’ and whisk you away from the situation, checking on you afterward to make sure you were alright.
⏾⋆ And, very rarely… he’ll invoke it when he gets green-eyed toward someone like Haku, who flirts with you blatantly in front of him.
Due to his curse, Rui rarely ever left campus on an R&R permit. It was too much of an unnecessary risk - something that he didn’t really think he’d ever be able to do comfortably.
When you asked him to go with you on an R&R permit to visit a new café, though, he didn’t want to reject you. Especially when you asked him to be your ‘boyfriend’ to take advantage of the couple’s package that the café was offering on its opening weekend.
“Leo told me all about it! He wanted to come himself, but Vagastrom is really strict about their R&R permits.”
When you said that, Rui’s heart sank a little. Was he only here as a second choice…?
He didn’t let it show on his face, though. Plus, he had to focus from the moment you entered the café with him, not wanting to accidentally brush arms with someone and turn a casual outing into a death trap. He only started to calm down once you were seated, a tea tower already in the middle of the table and filled with different decadent sweets. “Wow, they’re really going all out, aren’t they?”
“This is part of the couple’s package! I told them I wanted it when I put our name in line,” you smiled at him, looking around. The café was packed, other couples and groups of friends gathered around. “I’ve never been to an opening day of… anything before. This is really exciting!”
All of his previous concerns melted away as he saw you smile. Rui pulled out his phone. “How about we get some photos? After all, good boyfriends know how to take good ones, right? I have to pull my weight!”
“Oh, that’s a good idea!” You jumped at his offer, scooting as close to him as possible before you could actually make contact with him. “You’ll have to send these all to me!”
With a click, Rui got a photo of the two of you with one of the café’s empty cups in hand and the tea tower behind you.
When he looked back at the photo later, there was only one thought on his mind.
‘I wish this wasn’t just pretend.’
But, of course, the ghoul knew how dangerous a wish could be.
Lyca Colt.
⏾⋆ Upon hearing about both Rui and Edward going on a mission for a fake dating show, Lyca realizes that he’d be completely unprepared for any mission of that kind if it came up again in the future.
⏾⋆ At first, he only expresses frustration to Subaru over his other two dormmates being asked on the mission while he was left behind. After admitting that he’s inexperienced and wouldn’t know how to act, Subaru proposes a solution: why not ask you about it? The worst you could do was say no.
⏾⋆ Endearingly, Lyca interprets that as Subaru encouraging him to ask if he could pretend to be your boyfriend so he knows what it would entail.
⏾⋆ Lyca would take his role as your fake boyfriend extremely seriously. To the point where most students don’t even think that it’s fake anymore.
⏾⋆ There would be no one more dedicated to the role than Lyca. Anything you ask him for during that time period would be yours - after all, even if he was inexperienced, he knew one thing for sure: he would do whatever it took to make his partner happy.
Honestly, to Lyca, pretending to be your boyfriend was easier than everyone made it sound like it was going to be.
Rui had reacted with almost exaggerated shock, as if he couldn’t fathom the two of you as a pair. Edward, on the other hand, had been almost condescendingly amused.
“You want to play house? How human. That kind of thing isn’t meant for us, Lyca.”
The vampire’s words had only made him more determined to prove him wrong. With the way they both reacted, he thought that this would be difficult.
It turned out that pretending to date you was the easiest thing in the world. When he asked to hold your hand in the halls, you accepted easily, and he found it was… far more comforting than when he walked alone. When he was by himself, the side glances he got made him feel othered, as if they were staring at him for being an oddity. With you at his side, though, the stares had changed.
Plus, having people perceive the two of you as a couple came with its own set of warm feelings.
He insisted on eating lunch with you for as long as you kept the ruse up. You taught him how to more efficiently use his chopsticks and asked him to open your ramune like you were relying on him as a boyfriend… Although admittedly the first time he did that, he almost broke the bottle after being surprised by the marble giving way.
One day at lunch, over two takeout containers from Sho’s foodtruck, you asked him something he had considered.
“How long did you want to pretend to date?”
He’d been having such a fun time pretending to be your boyfriend, he honestly had never considered when it would feel ‘complete.’ He stopped eating for a moment to consider the answer.
Does it ever have to end? Lyca wondered.
“I want to do this for as long as you’ll let me,” he admitted in a soft voice.
Does it have to stay pretend?
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I think the werewolf likes you... but what does that include?
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When you arrived at the front gates of Obscuary, part of you wondered if maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
It wasn’t out of fear, like some of the other general students in your year may have assumed. Most of them wouldn’t even go near Obscuary because of the rumors that lingered on all of the students, but you never listened to any of Darkwick’s rumors, anyway. No, the reason was much more grounded.
What if I’m only bothering him? You thought. He asked me to come here, but... I could just be getting in the way.
Suddenly, a noise on the left side of the woods drew your attention, and your heart jumped. You looked over, eyes wide, looking for what caused the noise... only to hear a familiar voice come from behind you instead. “Hey. Are you okay?”
Upon hearing Lyca’s voice, you jumped, turning around to meet his bright eyes. “Lyca! You surprised me,” you let out a sigh of relief. “I thought I heard something coming from the other direction... does Obscuary have animals that roam around the forest?”
“Sometimes we get bats,” Lyca shrugged. “You asked me to escort you, right? Why were you surprised?”
“I didn’t hear you coming...” you looked toward where the sound came from again. Was it just the sound of a bat? The footsteps sounded heavier than that...
“Oh. Did I scare you?” Lyca asked. There was a sudden hint of vulnerability in his voice, one that you hadn’t prepared for.
“No. Not at all,” you were quick to reassure him. “You don’t scare me. These woods on the other hand? They’re... a little spooky. The few times I’ve come here before, I’m usually on edge just walking through them.”
Lyca crossed his arms, contemplating for a moment before reaching out and offering his hand, a light pink brush on his cheeks. “If you’re scared, take my hand. I was going to lead you anyway, but... this is supposed to be more comforting, right?”
The offer was unexpected, but it wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest. You reached forward, fingers intertwining with his. Lyca’s hand was warm, strong - an instant source of comfort. Though, based on the light blush crawling onto Lyca’s face, you realized that even this small amount of contact was likely unfamiliar to him. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“It’s fine!” Lyca asserted quickly. “Let’s go.”
Lyca’s pace started out fast until he realized he was almost dragging you behind him. It forced him to slow down, match your pace, and allowed you to sense more discomfort coming from him. “Did I... come at a bad time?” you asked, anxiety getting the best of you. You needed to hear the reassurance from him. “You seem like you’re in a rush, and if you forgot we had plans today, that’s okay! We can reschedule, or-”
“That’s not it,” Lyca stopped walking for a moment. “It’s - I want you to be here if you want to be here. I like spending time around you. But I didn’t think it was a good idea to go to the library. I lose track of time around you, and I didn’t want it to get too late.”
Didn’t want it to get too late...? You thought, trying to make sense of Lyca’s concern. Darkwick doesn’t have a curfew, so why is that a concern...?
Lyca looked at you, noticed your obviously confused expression, and grumbled. “It’s a full moon tonight, so it’s better for everyone if I stay indoors. That’s what the blond gigolo and motheaten casanova told me.”
Your eyes widened. “Oh,” you spoke softly. “Is it really okay for me to be here?”
Lyca seemed to interpret those words in the worst possible way, his hand dropping from yours as his eyebrows went up. “I’m not - you’re not in danger here. With me.”
Oh god. “No, that’s not what I meant -” you quickly started to correct him. “I didn’t think that I was in danger with you. I just didn’t want to be in the way. If there’s going to be any worries about me being here, I’d rather save you the trouble.”
“It’s not trouble for you to be here. I invited you here because I wanted you here,” Lyca crossed his arms, his eyes averting for a moment. “It means a lot to me that you’re willing to. The other students ignore me a lot. They don’t treat me like one of them. I’m always just going to be a werewolf in their eyes. Nothing else.”
You didn’t have to ask what he meant by that - you’d seen that effect with your own eyes. When you started becoming friends with him, it seemed like the other students looked at you like there was something wrong with you. They isolated you as well at times. After all, why would a human become friends with one of Obscuary’s inhumans? They were all murderers in their eyes.
You didn’t believe it. The more you got to know Lyca, the more improbable it seemed that he’d ever do anything to intentionally hurt someone.
Seeing Lyca’s hurt expression, you couldn’t help but reach out to him, taking his hand in yours. There was an innate desire to give comfort back to the man who’d given you comfort from the moment you told him you were scared. “I’ve never been scared of you, Lyca. I never have been,” you reassured him with a soft smile. “And I’ll be here for as long as you want me to be.”
Lyca’s wide eyes and the blush that crawled onto his face told you that, perhaps for the first time, he really believed those words.
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SUMMARY: Yuri doesn't give up before finding a solution for any of his patients. Even if that means he has to show up in your room in the middle of the night.
WORD COUNT: 1,726
WARNINGS: While it is not described in detail, there is an insinuation that reader has trauma that is causing night terrors.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read on ao3 here. This is my bribe to Yuri. Yuri, please, come home to me sweetly tonight. I'll give you anything.
This was not a situation that Yuri Isami ever imagined he’d find himself in.
It was nights like this that Yuri wished that Mortkranken had a higher budget. That was a common complaint of his, but seeing the effects of the lack of facilities in Mortkanken compared to Darkwick General was different. Without a proper sleep lab to conduct sleep studies in, his only option was to monitor a patient regularly himself or refer them to Darkwick General.
Two weeks ago, he thought he might have to do exactly that when you came to see him. He didn’t typically do health checks on general students outside of the initial one required by Darkwick, but according to Jiro when he scheduled your appointment, you were particularly distressed. When you told Jiro it was regarding sleep issues, he figured Yuri would be best suited for the job.
Night terrors, though, were much more mundane than the usual sleep issues he researched and studied. That wasn’t to say that their causes were any easier to solve without thorough sleep studies and a proper history. He suggested that, if you wanted to do a full sleep study, going to Darkwick General was your best option. Your second-best option was allowing Yuri himself to monitor you on a semi-regular basis.
You had opted for the latter, much to his surprise - but he wasn’t going to deny a patient their request. Besides, he figured that keeping you in the same replicating circumstances would yield better results, anyway.
The night terrors appeared to come every night. He conducted regular checks himself or sent Jiro in his stead when he was focused on another task - and every night, around three in the morning, the night terror would hit. When you woke up, Jiro would conduct a full physical exam.
It didn’t appear to be rooted in sleep apnea or narcolepsy. That left a much less pleasant option - which was that night terrors were often rooted in trauma.
Yuri hadn’t asked you what they were about. The substance of the terrors was diagnostically irrelevant. Knowing that trauma was on the table, he wanted to avoid putting you in an uncomfortable position.
One of the first suggested treatments, the easiest route, was to wake you before the night terror occurred. They happened frequently enough around the same time that this was a feasible option, and Yuri suggested an alarm twenty-minutes before it usually hit.
That was the night he discovered that you were a heavy sleeper. Your alarm blared, but you remained asleep, only jostled awake screaming when another unfortunate episode took place.
Trial and error, though inevitable, was frustrating for him. It was easier to accept trial and error when his specimen wasn’t a student from his house who he could see the negative effects on. You were exhausted day in and day out, your dark circles worse than his own after nights of late-night research. He knew from both watching the process over the past two weeks and from your own admission that it had been weeks since your last night of full rest - possibly months.
That led to a slew of other issues. He was concerned about new or worsening depression, a weakened immune system, cardiovascular symptoms - he prescribed certain things to address your symptoms, but the root cause was stubbornly consistent.
Enough so that you appeared to be losing hope about avoiding them at all.
“Maybe I won’t have a good night’s sleep ever again. Being afraid to go to sleep and waking up at three in the morning is just my life now.”
That lack of hope had gotten under his skin in a way nothing else you’d said ever had before.
“Nonsense!” Yuri had insisted to you in a huff. “You’re not allowed to give up until all methods have been exhausted. If an alarm won’t wake you up, I’ll do the job myself!”
The offer had left his lips before he had a chance to second-guess it. Your eyes widened in shock, but once you accepted the offer, he couldn’t back out.
Now here he was, lying in his own bed, eyes on the clock.
He hadn’t had the chance to sleep well himself recently, if he was being honest with himself. Not only was there more to be done than usual this week in terms of experiments, but with your case… Yuri had found himself unusually preoccupied with it.
He was hoping that, if waking you up did prove successful, he could go right back to his room and have a rare night of sleeping in his actual bed rather than the lab.
Once it was only fifteen minutes until three in the morning, Yuri stirred himself from bed, loose notes falling to the floor. Even when he was in bed, work never stopped. Yuri was no stranger to falling asleep surrounded by loose notebook paper and a pen still loosely in his grip. He pulled his robe tighter around him - he’d usually never leave his room wearing only his pajamas and a robe, but surely his attire would be the last thing on your mind - and headed toward your room.
Mortkranken’s halls appeared to echo louder than usual as he walked toward your room. Yuri had to keep reminding himself that he had permission to enter, that he wasn’t trespassing into a student’s private quarters by doing this. You had wanted him there. That fact was key.
Your room wasn’t entirely dark. There was one light still left on at your desk, and a memory stirred that you hated waking up in the dark after night terrors. You always left a light on for that reason. Yuri’s eyes drifted to your sleeping form. This should only take a moment, Yuri reassured himself, drawing in a deep breath as he approached you. I’ll wake them up, make sure they’re okay, and then head back to my own room. It’s simple.
Yuri hesitated for a moment before reaching out, not yet making physical contact with you. This was… intimate, he suddenly realized. Not in the traditional sense of ‘intimacy’, but there was something about rousing you awake in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright that felt…
He couldn’t put a word to it, and that made heat slowly rise to his cheeks. I just need to get this over with, he decided, reaching forward and putting a hand on your shoulder, shaking you lightly. He didn’t want to raise his voice, afraid that would wake you up with too much of a shock, so he kept his voice soft as he called out your name.
At first, you didn’t move at all. Then your eyes snapped open with a startle, and you sat up quickly in your bed, pulling your covers closer to yourself. “Yuri!” you called out, voice still heavy with sleep. You didn’t seem scared, which Yuri was thankful for, but you still seemed surprised.
It made him more flustered to think that you forgot that he agreed to do this for you. Suddenly, more heat rose to his face, and he found himself tripping on his words. “I’m - you asked me to wake you up, did you not?!”
“Oh, right,” you relaxed, drawing in a deep breath. “Sorry, I forgot. I just - I thought… never mind what I thought.”
Yuri hummed, taking a moment to regain his own composure as he looked you up and down. “Your hands are shaking,” he noted. But no sweating, no flailing, no screaming… maybe I was right on time, Yuri thought. I should have brought my stethoscope to check on their heart rate.
“You startled me, that’s all,” you excused. “But… I think this helped. I didn’t have another nightmare.”
A smile crossed Yuri’s face as he made a gesture. “Of course it worked! I told you I’d land on an effective treatment, didn’t I? If you hadn’t slept through your alarm, this method would have proved efficient earlier. Will you listen to me from now on when I tell you not to give up hope?”
For the first time, Yuri saw a relieved smile on your face. It nearly made his confidence melt into something softer. “I’ll listen,” you told him, eyes bright for the first time since he met you in his clinic. “Thank you.”
He cleared his throat, shoving his hands nervously into the pockets of his robe. “Well! If that’s settled, then I’ll get going. I’ll see you -”
Before he could finish his sentence, you suddenly reached out, your hand wrapping around his wrist. “Wait!”
Yuri’s eyes widened, his entire face tinting pink. “What - what are you doing? What is it?”
“Will you stay? Please?” You asked, voice nearly pleading. “I know - I know it’s an unusual request. You can sit at my desk, if that’s easier. But I don’t want to go back to sleep alone. I’m… scared.”
Scared it’ll happen again anyway, Yuri thought. It made him wonder if this meant you saw him as a comforting presence.
If you did, he found himself oddly unopposed to that perception. Having someone - or not just someone, but you - see him as someone reliable, comforting… he wanted to live up to that expectation.
“I’ll stay,” Yuri pulled his wrist away from your grasp, grabbing your desk chair and pulling it closer to the bed. “It would be beneficial to ensure that this isn’t just a one-off, anyway. I’ll stay here in the event you have another episode.”
When he came closer again, you reached your hand out again. “Would it be a little too much to ask you to take my hand?”
Your voice was quiet, unsure, as if you expected him to lash out at the mere idea. It made his chest hurt. So, even if it was something he was unused to, he took your hand in his. “That’s fine. Just focus on going back to sleep.”
You nodded before smiling at him again. “I like this robe, by the way. It suits you,” your voice was relaxed again. “And you have soft hands.”
“Shut - no commentary! You’re supposed to be sleeping!” Yuri insisted.
“Sorry, sorry. Don’t leave, please.”
Your eyes were sad. Yuri sighed.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
When you eventually fell asleep, Yuri found himself finally drifting off too, falling asleep with your hand firmly in his.
