English is not my first language - expect mistakes / I'm not a good writer
Gentle / yandere
His touch is gentle... so gentle, you don't know whether to love it or not.
Jurion always treats you like you're a fragile easy to break porcelain doll.
The smile on his lips isn't genuine... you don't believe it anymore after he's locked you up here. Yes, he makes sure all your needs are met, all of them, except one.. The one you yearn the most.
..
"Why the frown? Don't you like me to style your hair like this..?"
Sigh..
"And here I am, refusing to work just to spend more time with you, and this is your kind response?"
His voice is calm, and you can hear the smile in it. The smile that never leaves his face when he's around you...
The one you both hate and love.
You refuse to look at him, turning your face away, showing that you don't want him there...
He would have left, but... he didn't. Not this time.
He's tired of this game of tug-of-war.
His arms wrap around your torso from behind where he sat on the bed. His arms are strong, they don't let go. It's one of those times when it's clear he won't accept no.
But he's gentle, though..
He presses his face slowly against the back of your neck, his nose against your bare skin as he closes his eyes. He remains still and says nothing.
Normally, this silence would be unsettling, but right now he's simply lost in the moment. He wants to feel some peace, even though he knows he's bothering you a little.
But also he can feel the heat increasing in your body. Sometimes too observant..
His angles his face, a gentle brush of his lips on your pulse point..
"I love you, you know that right?.."
And again.. Those three words.
You know that they're a mix of truth and manipulation by now.. He never choose one side.
But even though.. You couldn't help but feel weak in knees at that sentence. Every time.
He smiled a bit, lifting his head from your shoulder a bit, enough to kiss your cheek, as his fingers trailed gentle patterns on your stomach through the fabric of your dress (he made you wear)..
"I will take your silence as 'yes', then.."
He pressed his face in your neck again, inhaling the scent. And feeling his own cheeks heating a bit as he pressed another kiss on the skin there..
And another.. Another... Then another...
His lips gently moving against your skin, from your neck up to your jawline. Nipping slightly, making your breath hitch.
His large hand gently held your waist. His mouth trailed down your neck again as he pulled your collar aside with his free hand, exposing more skin, exposing the spot where your neck and shoulder meets.
Bite
"O-ouch- Hey!!"
You winced slightly, pulling away a bit when he bit hard.
"Ah, my apologies.."
He said with a small 'apologetic' smile as he touched his lips slightly, as if savoring the taste.
He did it on purpose..
"Tch-!"
You scooted away, taking advantage when his arms freed you. Popping down so that you were laying instead of sitting now, with your head against the soft pillows.
Your moment of peace lasted only for one or two seconds before you felt his arms around you again, hugging you..
"Hey-"
"Mm..?"
He made that innocent big eyes look. Knowing how it affected on you.
"Uh, nothing.."
He smiled at that. His legs tangling with yours gently, hugging you and squeezing you in his arms like a kid would with their favorite toy.
"I hate you-"
"You know you don't.."
"Assh*le.."
"Lovely.."
it's almost impossible to fight with him. Almost.
He pressed another gentle kiss on your neck before lifting his head a bit.
"You feel cold.."
"What? I'm pretty warm."
You look back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes meet. And you fail to notice the shadows on the floor moving..
"No no, you're definitely cold. I think I need to warm you up a bit.."
And only then you realized, by the smirk on his lips and also the mattress dipping slightly.
You turn your head forward, and he has his clone already clinging to you.
Now you have two of him. Great. You couldn't get over one and he already created a clone.
"You're insufferable.."
He only chuckled, pressing his mouth against your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. While the fake one leaned closer to your face.
He has the same face, same features, the same annoying smirk as the real one too. Jurion is really talented..
Before you could say anything else, the bastard in front, kisses you on the lips. While the one behind, bites at your shoulder.
You feel your face heating and reddening as he touches you. He, or maybe they.
His lips moves slowly, softly, but clearly deepening the kiss by gently licking your lower lip and nipping at it.
Hands behind grabs your waist, and pulls your lower half against his own, pressing forward slowly, making you feel his growing need.
"May I ..?"
Say yes, he will do it. Say no, he will convince you one way or another.
Can I request, Imagine Kayden Break having a stubborn personality, arrogant demeanor, and never listening to anyone only to find out he is so Down bad for his woman.
Thanks🫶
Totally reminded me of that one audio;
Kayden: I'm totally the one that's in charge of the relationship.
You: Kayden, stand up.
Kayden: *Automatically stands up from his seat*
You: Turn towards me
Kayden: *Proceeds to do so:*
You: Let me see your face
Kayden: *Gently crouch down to your level with a frown on his face only to melt to your touch, in between your fingers were his chin*
You: Well darling, aren't you the greatest?
You: *Proceeds to let go and do your thing*
Kayden: ...
Kayden: Anyway look at this.
Kayden: Hey doll, can you clean up the cat litter upstairs for me?
You: Of course darling.
Kayden with a smirk: See?
Kartien and Pluton: .....
Imagine Jiwoo always thought his mentor was the one was seemed dominant and in charge when it comes to relationship. And not just relationships to be honest, ut was about everything. He always thought of things that way until the day, which happened to be today that he happened to see his mentor with his lover who happened to drop by in South Korea.
Imagine, Jiwoo does not even know they were his lover at first. That was until you picked him upunder his front legs and check if the cat form was a boy or a girl and and Jiwoo could already imagine you unconscious on the ground, dealt by a lightning- BUT NO- His mentor showed no reaction at all that it sink into him that there was something different. Not just that, just the was you cuddle to him like it was no one's business that it sink into him that perhaps, you were different. Different in another degree when it comes to his mentor.
"Here." Jiwoo watched as his mentor place a glass of water right in front of you before transforming back into his cat form, settling on the vacant space right beside you as you continue to do your works. "Thank you, I was just about to get up and get some water." You spoke a moment after, setting down your pen and proceeds to pet him. Jiwoo swear he could hear his mentor purr.
"Kai, can you accompany me on the mall? The thing I was looking for was there." You spoke as you emerged at the basement, the two- kayden and jiwoo was in the middle of a training while the other, pluton and kartien was watching by the side. "Focus!" Kayden shouted at jiwoo who was caught distracted by the new presence. He had thought for a moment that his mentor would agree with you but he seemed to have the training as his priority. Five minutes later his earlier thoughts were proven right. As Jiwoo slump into the ground, finished for the time being, Kayden transformed into his human form and started walking towards you who was still waiting at the end of the stairs. "Give me a moment, I'll change."
"- challenge us again when your grandson got strong-!!" SMACK "Sorry about that, He's a bit special." You utter as you drag the man by the back of his neck away from the top 10 also known as Veramonde and dump him with the rest of his gang. Jiwoo could only sweat drop as he watches Kayden rub the back of his neck with a frown on his face, mumbling something under his breath, a soft glare thrown at your direction in which you returned with a harsh one causing the other to back away. Jiwoo though he could get used to this.
"Do you ever get scared of him?" Jiwoo asked as the two- three of you were left in the house as you wait for the catastrophic event to pass. "Kai- you mean Kayden?" You asked, trying to confirm who he was talking about and then he nod. "I did, but that was a long, long time ago." You answer. "If you ask me now, rather than being scared. I think he's being pretty cute." You chuckle, and then you stood up. "I think they're here."
"I feel like even if I were to tell the whole world that with just one world I could make you kneel no one would believe me." "The world does not reserve to know about us." "I see the point." You chuckle, running your hand through his hair. "Your hair is so long." "Do you not like it?" "No, I love it." "I'll keep it as it is then."
A/n: trying to get out the dungeon when @aoiaki (the getaway driver) comes in with the keys from Suffrey but woke up the dungeon dragon at it, and now, we are ALL running around like that scene in ratatouie : Had to do my beautiful malewife.
He is aggressively lazy
Kartein absolutely hates unnecessary effort.
If he can sit, he sits.
If he can lie down, he lies down.
If someone else can do it for him, even better.
He will literally watch someone struggle with a problem for ten minutes before helping.
“You should have asked earlier. Watching you fail was mildly entertaining.”
But the moment someone orders him to help?
Now he refuses out of pure spite.
As one of the only top-tier healers in the awakened world, Kartein is painfully aware of his value.
Which means:
He charges ridiculous prices for healing.
He might refuse treatment if he finds you annoying.
He will absolutely make dramatic entrances when people beg for his help.
If someone insults him and then asks for healing?
He’ll stare at them and say:
“Die with dignity or die with dick chopped off.”
Despite acting bored all the time, Kartein is actually obsessed with studying abilities.
Things he secretly loves:
analyzing energy structures
experimenting with healing techniques
figuring out why certain awakened abilities behave the way they do
If someone discovered his notebooks, they'd realize he’s one of the most brilliant minds in the awakened world.
But he would deny it instantly.
“Research? No. I was bored.”
Living with Kayden Break is constant chaos
Their dynamic is pure comedy.
Kartein complains constantly:
about Kayden attracting enemies
about property destruction
about being dragged into fights
Yet somehow he never actually leaves.
He acts like Kayden is a nuisance, but he clearly trusts him more than most people.
Even when he looks half asleep, Kartein is hyper aware of what's happening around him.
He can instantly notice:
injuries people try to hide
unstable energy circulation
someone lying about their condition
He might pretend not to care, but he'll casually drop a comment like:
“Your left lung is damaged. Fix it before it collapses.”
Cue everyone staring at him like HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT??
Kartein rarely shows kindness openly.
Instead he does things like:
secretly healing someone a little more than necessary
leaving medicine behind without saying anything
stabilizing someone’s energy while pretending he’s annoyed
If someone thanks him, he gets immediately defensive.
“Don’t misunderstand. I did it because watching you suffer was irritating.”
He enjoys luxury more than he admits
Kartein absolutely has expensive taste.
He loves:
high-quality tea
comfortable furniture
quiet environments
fancy desserts
He’ll complain the entire time while enjoying them.
“This tea is barely acceptable… bring another cup.”
And then he drinks five cups.
People forget Kartein is not just a healer.
He is still an extremely powerful awakened being.
If someone seriously harms someone under his protection, his entire demeanor changes:
the lazy attitude disappears
his voice goes cold
his aura becomes oppressive
And suddenly everyone remembers why even top fighters respect him.
He absolutely judges everyone silently
Kartein mentally ranks people he meets.
His internal thoughts probably look like:
Kayden → idiot but strong
Jiwoo → naive but promising
other awakened → annoying
people asking for healing → desperate and dramatic
He may act uninterested, but he's constantly analyzing everyone.
Kartein pretends he hates being around Jiwoo and Kayden… but if they suddenly disappeared, he'd be extremely bored.
You and Kartein have known each other for years, now remembering a moment alone at Jiwoo's house, while the men along with your husband trained in the basement, you realize that you were lucky to meet him even though his love is a little obsessive.
Sometimes you just closed your eyes.
I wished someone would free me from my prison.
To get away from this place that stopped being home long ago.
Back then, I didn't know the price of such a wish.
You belonged to a family full of renowned awakened ones, each one better than the next, with outstanding abilities and high expectations, all vying for the title of leader.
There were also expectations for you, which were shattered when you showed your weak power. It was very embarrassing for your parents and your entire family, who tried to hide you away and keep you a secret from their entire family.
"You were a stain on the legacy."
"Just keep your head down and don't cause trouble."
"You should be thankful they didn't expel you."
The contemptuous words and treatment were no surprise. Even if you tried hard to improve yourself and increase your weak power, you achieved nothing, only shame.
You were confined, in the shadows, alone.
No one appreciated you; you were ostracized, despised.
But you survived and managed to become a young woman of great beauty. All the servants whispered about it, and you even earned envious glances from your cousins and sisters, along with other women in the family.
"At least she has beauty, if not power."
"You think her beauty kept her from being powerful."
"Perhaps if she had been ugly, she would have been more promising."
The truth was, your beauty would get you out of this family and the prison they created for you. You just had to wait for the perfect moment to find a fiancé and get you away from this place.
Even if it meant going to another prison.
You walked carefully along the stone paths and nature, leaving the pavilion where you lived. You walked for several minutes and climbed long steps under the intense sun until you reached one of the temples within the family grounds.
You performed the entire ritual upon entering, with delicacy and precision, without making a mistake in your actions.
At the time of the prayers, you fell to your knees, bowed your head, and closed your eyes tightly. With your hands clasped together, you begged, you pleaded with the family's protector, the great spirit… to save you, to take you from this place, and to give you a home, no matter the cost.
"Please, please, please," you begged softly, closing your eyelids tightly.
Footsteps nearby distracted you, while also causing alarm. Perhaps it was a member of the family…
But you only saw a man, with hair as white as snow, blue eyes like crystals, and clothes so neat they glorified his image.
"You're the guardian spirit," you said with excitement. Finally, all your prayers had been answered, since you were a little girl.
"No, I'm not…"
You refused to listen to the man anymore when you heard him break your illusion.
"Well then, go away. He's interrupting my prayers," you said curtly.
"You think I care about that? I just came to take a break," the white-haired man responded angrily.
"Do it somewhere else," you frowned, before returning to your prayer position.
"I would, but this family and its members won't leave me alone."
You took a moment to process the information. His appearance was unfamiliar to family members, his strange clothing, and the fact that the man was in a desolate place, which the entire family avoided.
"Wait, you're a visitor," you looked at him, your eyes shining.
"Yes… yes, of course I am. Can't you see my magnificent appearance compared to the people in this family?" He hesitated, before happily introducing himself with his head held high.
You quickly left your prayers behind, approached the man, and took his hands with emotion. The prayers could wait now.
You left the temple and took the man by the hands, leading him to another location.
"Ahhh, really, that's amazing. Come on, tell me what it's like outside the walls of the family villa," you pleaded.
"I don't know why I should?" You saw an amused smile form on his face, and he let go of your hand. It was strange, because he didn't pull it away forcefully like your family did, due to the displeasure you caused everyone. The white-haired man did so gently, as if a single movement could hurt you.
"Oh, come on, great awakened one…??" You clasped your hands and stood in front of the man.
"Kartein," the young boy clarified.
"Oh, great awakened one, Kartein, enlighten me with your knowledge," you continued begging.
.
.
"I think I could honor you with a few minutes of my knowledge," or so he tried to tell himself. It was just killing time telling insignificant things to an overprotected young woman from a family of awakened people. Nothing happened because he felt a need to impress the young woman who looked his age.
You clapped and celebrated when the white-haired boy accepted.
And it wasn't that Kartein had been blinded by your smile and your sweet voice, or by the image of you from the first time he saw you, praying in the temple, so focused, with a calmness surrounding you, with the rays of the sun surrounding you like an angel or a blessed being. It was just the strong afternoon sun…
They settled in the gardens outside your residence, a place filled with flowers and trees, with birds flying overhead and playing in the small pool, butterflies hovering on the various colorful flowers.
"So you're here to heal my grandfather," you deduced after listening to everything the man had told you in the last few hours.
"Something like that, I'm just practicing and honoring that man by being my test subject."
"Wow, that's impressive." You ignored his self-centered words and praised his powers. You'd never met an awakened person with healing powers; they were very rare and in high demand.
"I know," Kartein tossed his hair, displaying an air of superiority.
"Even because Grandpa doesn't let just anyone who's insignificant waste his time."
That was the first of many conversations the two of you had.
The truth was, you didn't mind the many self-centered words, the long stories centered on a single person. It was something new for you in your solitary life, and you were happy to experience it.
It's not that Kartein was bad; he was actually a good person. He never treated you with indifference like your relatives did. He let you talk and ask questions, answered all your questions, and spent a lot of time with you even if he had more important things to do.
He even praised you when you told him things about yourself, even when you confessed that the garden where you spent all your time together was your creation and the sanctuary where you met was also decorated by you.
Those small, insignificant moments became great treasures for you.
He accompanied you as you worked in the garden, teaching you a few things about its power.
He took you to explore your family's lands in secret. You would walk for hours, until your feet burned, but you kept going because these moments were wonderful.
He took you to the nearest town, something you were strictly forbidden to do. He showed you lots of food. He asked you to dance in the middle of a crowded dance floor, although clearly, like you, he wasn't a master of this area.
"I didn't think I could find anything that the great Kartein sucked at."
"Just forget about it and enjoy this dance, will you?" He looked at you, offended, before feigning annoyance at the dance they were trying to follow. Deep down, he loved twirling around the dance floor with you, holding his hands tightly.
"I will." You smiled, your lips touching your cheeks, so soft to the eye, and your pearly white teeth shining.
Oh, truly, that smile was part of his downfall. You didn't know it, but you were driving him crazy. With all your kindness, your innocent and selfless actions, the attention you gave him that inflated his ego, the way you played along with his self-centered words.
You were beautiful, he knew it from the first time he met you, but your smile, your actions and your affection made him love you infinitely.
You walked around the cozy town until you reached a hill where a park was located, crowded with families. Excited, you took Kartien to some swings, where you sat on one and began to rock him with your feet, pushing off the ground.
"You look like a little girl, getting so excited about this," Kartien teased you a little as he gently pushed you off the swing's chains, eliciting a soft laugh from you. You were really driving him crazy.
"I can't help it. I loved swinging on the old swing in our family's garden." You looked down, remembering those moments.
"But…"
"Ah."
"Your face shows something bad happened."
"I think I wore it out from using it so much that it broke." You clearly remember the day you found the broken wooden swing.
"My cousins were the ones who gave me the news, and then, as punishment, they made sure I never used it again."
"…."
Momentarily after meeting you, Kartein discovered the position you held in this family. He learned the kind of monsters you lived with, and he clearly sensed that it was all a well-crafted plan by children blinded by superiority and cruelty against you, to make you unhappy.
He didn't know the reason yet, but he knew very well that it wasn't an excuse. He would make sure to make this family, to which you belong, pay before taking you too far from his reach and keeping you safe.
"Push me harder," you asked him in a soft, pleading voice.
Kartein followed your request, watching as you seemed to be carried away by the swing's movement, throwing your body back, letting your hair float freely in the breeze, the muscles in your face relaxing in the wind, and your eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
You enjoyed that little moment under the stars.
And you laughed again with amusement, you were truly happy.
You had never laughed so much in your life, not before meeting him.
"She's charmed him."
"I don't see anything wrong with that. Maybe this way we can tie him to the family."
"Don't you see it, Grandpa? How embarrassed we'd be if they found out our family gave the rising awakener Kartein a useless awakening."
"Grandpa, it'll leave us devastated and with a very low reputation."
"They'll start attacking us for being a joke."
"But what can we do to make him lose affection for her?"
"Do you think he knows about her lack of ability?"
All the voices fell silent, and grim smiles began to form.
They wouldn't let a flaw in the family legacy ruin their future.
Oh, how naive they were, thinking they were the ones in control.
"Now you can go," said the head of the family, your grandfather, a cold man with whom you almost never spoke. You thought this dance would be the same, with your presence ignored or scorned. It seems you were wrong.
"Of course, I'll go to my room."
"No, you can go now." That left you bewildered, and many of your family members as well.
"What?" you asked, bewildered.
"You've grown up now, your power hasn't, it's still insignificant, you bring no benefit to the family."
Wow, he exposed you in front of everyone: the elders of the family and the children who barely knew the truth. The adults who knew and hated it. And there was the special guest, Kartein, who was accompanied by some of your most promising cousins, as if awakened by her beauty.
It was painful, losing your only friend and your family on the same day. Now everyone knew the truth, that the whispers in the hallway about you were true. Now Kartein knew what trash you were.
"Cheer up, my girl, at least it wasn't a marriage that took you from this family," it was whispered to you, but you have no doubt that many had heard it.
What a great humiliation!
But you knew what he meant, everyone present did, like a very weak awakened woman. The only thing you could aspire to as a husband was another weak awakened woman from a family or group with little influence, or with a man much older than you.
"Thank you… thank you very much, Grandpa." You bowed, showed gratitude, with great seriousness, and left, without looking back.
You thought it would be one of the happiest moments of your life, but it felt… it felt wrong; you weren't satisfied or happy.
At some point, your eyes met blue eyes. His face was unreadable because he showed no emotion.
Part of you expected him to look at you with disgust, and the other part expected him to look at you with pity or something else, maybe compassion.
Nothing changed in the gaze of the man you loved; your eyes shifted. It was time for you to look forward, alone, as you had since childhood.
"Young Kartein, where are you going? You're going to miss your party," protested the head of the family, worried that he was leaving, as if he hadn't kicked his granddaughter out a few minutes ago.
"Come on, stay. It's an honor to celebrate your great achievement." The woman at his side took his hand with great confidence. It wasn't at all like _ used to hold hers; it had no sweetness or affection; this touch was desperate and a real nuisance.
Many pleading voices rose in the room, all expecting something from him.
But he decided not to give them that blessing and ignore them, just like they did to you.
"Come on, kid, let me thank you for your help," the chief began to insist.
"Since I've done my job healing him, I see no further need to stay here."
"But…"
"I think I'll leave too, and I advise you not to mistake my appreciation for one member of your family with appreciation for your entire family." He looked at everyone with distaste, even at the woman clinging to him. He abruptly withdrew his hand before leaving.
Kartien looked for you after leaving the great hall. He had to thank your family for making things easier. Now that you were no longer part of this family, he wouldn't have to worry about them interfering in his life.
It's not as if the idea of attacking everyone or using his new ability to weaken an Awakened was out of the question. If it was you, he might go crazy trying to keep you safe, but it was better to keep that truth hidden from you.
But no matter how much he searched for you in various places, he couldn't find you, not in your room, not in the gardens. Until he arrived at the small temple where you met.
"_" he called, almost desperate for fear of not having found you, of having lost sight of you… forever.
"You shouldn't be at your party. You're the star of the night." It was better to joke than to get sentimental, better than to say goodbye.
"…."
"You missing out on the chance to be the center of attention, that's new," you tried to continue joking, being funny so you wouldn't burst into tears, so he wouldn't see your pain.
Now everything was different. You had nothing anymore, you were truly alone. Kartein knew how useless you were. Not only were you cruelly kicked out of your home, but you'd also lost your friend.
"I only attended the party because you asked me to. Actually, I was supposed to leave a few days ago," he confessed.
"And you stayed longer than that!" You worried. Maybe you were so annoying that you made him feel obligated to stay.
"Yes, I actually realized something. I couldn't leave sooner."
You watched him expectantly, waiting to hear his next words. What did he discover and seem desperate to say?
"I can't leave without you."
"What…" you were bewildered. It was like a bucket of cold water. Those few simple words managed to upset you beyond belief.
"I need you in my life like I need to breathe."
"We only knew each other for a month." It was crazy. Even though you felt the same way, you refused to accept it for fear of everything ending badly, even if it meant denying the tingling sensation you felt in your body and your cheeks heating up.
"It felt like a lifetime to me."
"Hey, what did you do with Kartein?" You looked into his eyes as he held your hands in his, still nervous about his statement.
"No, what did you do with me?"
"Even though you love me and I feel the same way… but in a very inexperienced way… I think we shouldn't be together," you replied, breaking their connected gaze.
"Why do you think that, _?" He had to fix that thought. He couldn't take you even when you denied his feelings. Things would be difficult. He didn't want to see you broken.
"I'm only going to hold you back, to be a burden, I know that… and I think you ignore it."
"Listen to me carefully, __, I don't care about any of that as long as you're by my side," he began, squeezing your cheeks childishly, pulling you out of your denial.
"But…"
"And if anyone tries to deny this desire of mine, I won't hesitate to remove that obstacle." He placed his forehead against yours, his hands soft on your cheeks, his eyes connecting again.
"It's a promise."
With those words, he dragged you with him, far from the home where you grew up.
He took you to a new world, one you could never truly know.
He dragged you along on all his adventures, always keeping you in his good graces, teaching you new things, bringing smiles to your faces, and creating the most wonderful memories.
That was until you received the unfortunate news that your entire family was falling apart. After your departure, each member began to weaken and their power was blocked.
They were looking for you as one of the culprits.
Then Kartein took you to a new place where they created a home, away from people who might recognize them. A place you'd never left since you arrived.
It was a home.
"Don't worry, no one will hurt you here."
"We only need each other."
"That's all we need to be happy."
When he had to travel for work, he took you with him.
That's where you met Jiwoo, a bright-eyed boy with newly discovered abilities. You quickly warmed to him, perhaps because you saw yourself reflected in him. You begged your husband to let you stay in Korea for a while while he recovered.
Kartein reluctantly agreed, seeing you being so insistent. He even had to endure Kaiden's teasing about being weak in front of his wife—oh, if only he knew.
At least he got to see a version of you he didn't see much of, that maternal phase with which you cared for Jiwoo.
"Guys, just let him rest."
"Stop pampering him, he'll become softer," Kaiden teased you, mocking your actions.
"Well, I'm just trying to keep him from turning into a wild beast like a certain someone." You stroked the boy's hair, while you brought him a glass of water and a towel for his sweat.
"Thank you, that's a compliment to me."
"Yes, it is." Kartein also threw water on the fire, annoying Kaiden.
You saw the two men awakened in cat form. It was still a little strange seeing them that way, especially your husband, who played along with Kaiden's games…
"I'm feeling very attacked here," Kaiden complained.
You just wanted to make fun of him, but seeing him in his cat form with those adorable and also slightly sad actions, you couldn't help but pick him up like a normal cat and show him affection.
"Oh, don't get mad, we're just joking," you treated him affectionately.
"Hey, stay away from my wife."
"What do you want me to do? She was the one who carried me."
"Yes, but you can go."
"No way, I'm comfortable like this."
You just laughed at this pair's new fight.
Well, it was an attempt at a decent story. I hope some people like it.
I've realized I'm a very social person, or rather, I thrive on compliments or comments that make me smile or keep me entertained, no matter how silly they are… anyone???
Hii I was reading your child reader and Schneider fics and was wondering if you could do headconons where males in Eleceed have a baby and the baby only likes them like if anyone else holds the baby the baby will start crying but will immediately stop if they see their favourite person.
(Like Royst has to put a picture of Schneider on his face if he wants the baby to eat)
Kartein sat on the edge of the bed, wearily kneading his fingers. His hands, capable of healing even the gravest wounds, were today occupied with a far more fragile and… unexpected task.
In the next room, his daughter was softly snuffling in her sleep. Her tiny fingers barely encircled his index finger, and Kartein, despite all his pride, couldn't tear his gaze away from this tiny miracle.
"She looks so much like you," his beloved whispered, approaching from behind and embracing his shoulders. "Especially her eyes."
"No," he replied curtly, but there was uncertainty in his voice. "She… she is her own person. Special."
Several months passed. The little girl grew, and with each passing day, her character manifested more and more clearly. At first, Kartein didn't want to admit it, but every morning he caught himself thinking that he was increasingly giving in to his little princess's whims.
She was quiet, smiling, but… with a temper. And, as soon became clear, incredibly selective. None of the family friends could hold her. Neither Kayden, nor even Jiwoo, whose calmness usually soothed anyone.
As soon as any of them approached, the daughter would begin to frown. And if they picked her up, a desperate cry would erupt, as if they were trying to carry her away from her own home.
But as soon as he appeared, she would instantly freeze, calm down, and reach out to him with outstretched arms.
Once, Kayden tried to hold her while Kartein and his beloved were distracted by conversation. The little girl immediately screamed with a voice that even the fiercest battle couldn't produce. Kartein, like a shadow, appeared behind him and silently took his daughter back.
The little girl went limp in his arms, pressed her cheek against his chest, and quietly cried, as if apologizing.
"You've spoiled her," her mother said with a soft smile, shaking her head. "You don't give others a chance at all."
"She just knows who her father is," he replied reservedly, but at the same time involuntarily held his daughter tighter. "And that… is right."
When the little girl began to babble her first words, one of them was "Papa." And Kartein, capable of refusing an entire army, couldn't refuse her even an extra minute in his arms when she looked up at him and called out.
Watching her fall asleep, his pride didn't disappear, but it became different. It was softer, deeper. And for the first time, Kartein understood what healing was that couldn't be measured by energy, or strength, or glory.
She was his healing. His daddy's princess.
The house was flooded with daylight streaming through the windows. Gentle aromas of fresh pastries and mint tea hung in the air—the work of Kayden's caring wife, the only one whose gaze could calm his fiery temper. But today, all eyes were fixed not on her, but on a small bundle curled up in a blanket in the middle of the room.
"Come on, little one, give me your hands!" Jiwoo pleaded, reaching out. The little boy looked at her curiously… and then immediately scrunched up his face.
"He's doing it again…" he began, but was words were drowned out by a protesting cry.
The little boy burst into a deafening wail, as if someone had encroached on his most precious possession. Kayden's wife, long accustomed to such scenes, approached with a gentle smile and took her son from the bewildered woman's arms.
"He's just… being fussy," she said softly, trying to soothe her son. But even her touch couldn't comfort him.
And then, the door in the room creaked open quietly. As if by magic, the crying immediately stopped. Small eyes widened, as if recognizing the sound.
"Kayden?.." his wife whispered, turning around.
Kayden stood in the doorway, as always exuding confidence. With a slight smirk and his arms crossed over his chest, he tilted his head to the side.
"Shouldn't I be greeted with joy, not tears?" he chuckled, looking at his son.
"You should have seen how he cried the moment I let him go," his wife said with a loving weariness, approaching closer.
The little boy was already wriggling in her arms, reaching out, his gaze fixed on his father as if he were the greatest treasure in the world. He squirmed with such persistence that he almost slipped out until Kayden finally reached out.
"Come to me, my pride," his voice was low, almost velvety, but it held undisguised love.
As soon as the little boy was in his father's arms, he immediately calmed down. Small hands gripped his shirt collar tightly, his head nestled against his chest, and everything was… right again. Silence enveloped the room.
"Looks like he's decided whose side he's on," his wife joked, but Kayden merely puffed out his chest proudly.
"Of course. It should be that way. He's my son. And I am the best thing that has ever happened to this world." He smirked and kissed his son on the top of his head. "And now this world will see not one, but two of us."
His wife laughed softly, shaking her head. And the little boy—that very pride of Kayden's—fell fast asleep in his arms, completely calm and safe.
The little girl grew not by the day, but by the hour. It seemed like only yesterday she was sleeping sweetly, her nose nestled in her father's t-shirt, and today she was already crawling all over, grabbing onto furniture and happily babbling her first syllables.
But there was one peculiarity that surprised everyone: the girl wouldn't go to anyone's arms except her mother's… and especially—her father's. As soon as any of her friends or acquaintances tried to hold her close, she would immediately become fussy. Once, even Jisuk carefully picked her up, but was immediately "rejected"—the little girl cried as if she had been hurt.
"What the… I just wanted to…" Jisuk muttered in confusion, trying to soothe the little one, but to no avail.
"You're not her dad," Seongha remarked with a smile, standing nearby and holding back laughter. "She has her own preferences."
And indeed, as soon as Inhyuk entered the room, a towel over his shoulder, a little tired but still as calm and confident as ever, the little girl immediately stopped crying. Her tearful eyes instantly found him, her little hands reached out, and as soon as Inhyuk picked her up, she immediately calmed down and snuggled against his chest.
"Papa's here, huh? Everything's okay now…" he said softly, rocking her gently.
"You're just a walking anti-stress," his wife chuckled, watching as their daughter, having regained her peace, yawned sweetly in his arms.
Inhyuk looked at her with that same warm, boundless pride with which he always looked at his loved ones.
"She is strong. And she senses people… I'm glad her heart is making the right choice."
"Do you think she'll become Awakened?" his wife asked with interest.
"It doesn't matter. Awakened or not, she is already the most wonderful creature in the universe. My princess," he gently held her close. "And if anyone dares to hurt her… well… they will know the wrath of her father."
Seongha, hearing this, smirked. "Remind me not to try to hold her again."
Inhyuk just laughed. And the little girl in his arms slept, feeling completely safe and knowing—the one who will always protect her is nearby.
“You’re insufferable,” Kayden mutters as he trails after you, worrying that you’d tip over the edge and plummet down the length of the building any moment. You won’t, not while he’s here, not while you are who you are. Death is not in the cards today, but he worries all the same.
“Nobody is forcing you to be here,” you shoot him a smile, so arrogant in how carefree it is. He scowls further, fingers itching to grab the soft materials of your hood and yank you back down to safety.
Kayden huffs with his arms crossed, “You know exactly why I’m here,” he raises his voice over the wind, ensuring there’s no way you’d mishear him, “leave with me.”
You meet his eyes then, always with that content smile that annoys him so much. He can never look away when you smile at him like that, even if he knows he’d never affect you the same way. “The answer hasn’t changed.”
“I don’t see why you should stay here,” he bristles as he marches up to you, barely suppressing the urge to grab your hoodie, “this city is miserable, the leaders here are corrupted, and every other idiots are looking to shank you.”
“If it’s that bad, then you should leave,” you cross your arms, pondering as you walk backwards on the ledge. Every step you take is a beat where his heart almost leaps out of his chest, “There’s no reason for you to stay.”
He scowls again, unwilling to let the distance between you increases, “You can’t possibly be that obtuse, you know why I’m staying.”
You shrug as you reach the corner of the ledge, one more step and it would be a fall into open space for you. “I know, but it’s not a reason at all.”
“It is for me,” he stops in front of you, “I’ll leave when you do.”
“What if I never leave?” You open your arms, letting the wind passing by swaying your body.
His every nerves tense at the movement, but his eyes are firmly fixed on yours, “That won’t happen, I’ll drag you out of here if I must. It’s too dangerous here for you to stay.”
“If you’re that worried about my safety, you can always kill all of the threats,” you point out with a laugh, “nothing’s stopping you.”
Kayden frowns at you, grumbling out loud, “What’s with your attachment to this shit hole?”
Upon hearing his question, you smile, echoing back, “What’s with your attachment to me?” You slip backwards and let the wind take you. His hand reaches out on instinct, but you move out of his grasp on purpose, falling freely down the length of the building.
Kayden scowls as he dives down after you, wasting no second to catch the one who always insists on escaping from his hold. He knows you won’t come to your senses today, but he knows you won’t touch the ground either.
He's not the type to rush into things. No, he likes drawing it out, seeing you squirm under his intense gaze. He also LOVES watching you breathe heavy and all sweaty waiting for him, ooohh it makes him soo riled up and if you're a strong awakener, it turns him on even more due to the fact that a strong person like you is trembling under his touch. He'll ghost his fingers over your skin, leaning in just enough to make you anticipate his next move, only to pull away at the last second with a smirk.
"Look at you.. a vulnerable hot mess just for me."
Lazy Dominant
Kayden is naturally dominant, both in real scenarios and bed. He's so effortlessly confident and hypnotizing it drives you crazy. During spicy moments, he would talk slow and low, his deep, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine.
He doesn’t rush—he doesn’t need to. Everything he does is deliberate, calculated, and laced with that signature arrogance that makes your breath hitch and your back arch. His eyes stay locked onto yours, unwavering, soaking in every little reaction, and his lips would curve into a smirk every time he's satisfied with something he's done to you.
"Relax," his lips just barely ghosting over your ear. "I’ve got you."
There’s something maddening about the way he takes his time, never giving too much, never giving too little—just enough to keep you on edge, completely at his mercy. His touch is firm yet teasing.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he enjoys every second of it. But sometimes, he’s just too lazy to put in the extra effort. “C’mere,” he says, patting his lap. “You do the work.”
Takes your teasing as a challenge
He's the king of teasing and would tease you 24/7. And if you try to tease him back? Oh, he would love that. He’ll let you play your little games, watching with a knowing grin. But the second you let your guard down? He flips the script instantly, pinning you with an intense look. “You really think you can outplay me?” His voice drops lower, he grabs onto you chin, a finger tracing your jaw down your neck “Cute.”
His kinks
He's the most strongest awakener, enjoys fighting, and he's teasy? You'd be stupid to think he doesn't have a knack for stimulating you with his electric control. If it was your first time with him, he would test the waters first by introducing it to you. And if it wasn't the first time or you're a strong awakener, he would use a higher intensity, and if you whined and complained, he would be like:
"Come on, you're whining at this much? I'll give you something to scream at."
okay if he's really feeling freaky, he would enjoy his hair being pulled occasionally. Especially if it's when he's marking your body. His favorite places to give you marks would be your collarbone and thighs. Maybe because he can see them when you're wearing a shirt or shorts.
ANNNDD the one thing that turns him on the most is seeing you all scratched up after a fight. He doesn't mean it as in *i want to see you hurt*, he just thinks that you look so hot fighting with effort and giving it your all. And if you were sparring with him, he would get so riled up watching you try to land a hit on him that you guys wouldn't even finish the fight. He'd just stop suddenly and the bedroom you guys go LOL
Aftercare
He won’t outright say “You okay?”, but he’ll pull you close, lazily playing with your hair, and say something like, “Damn. Didn’t think you could handle all that.” (He’s fishing for a reaction, don’t fall for it.) And you would always give him a flick on his forehead, but he would take it cuz he's *rough*
He takes aftercare seriously because he prioritizes your recovery after every session, he thinks of it as him recovering after every fight.
✧. ┊ extra notes: ok this is just like a sprinkle of salt because I've never wrote nsfw stuff before, plus if i wrote what I really think of kayden i think I won't be able to find a job/srs do tell me if this style of writing is easy to read and understand, always open to constructive criticism!!❤️
(mainly Yandere! Boyfriend! Kayden x reader x ex fiance! Obsessed! Julian Patrick in this chapter)
Warning: none, some angst, violence, fluff, obsession, smut, talking about past relationship.
Authors note: it took me a long while to write this next chap hope its good for you guys!!
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The situation couldn't have been more chaotic. Unfortunately, Jiyoung had chosen the worst possible day to visit the same store as you. As you were still glaring at your ex-fiancé, who was attempting to touch your arm and engage you in conversation, Jiyoung walked into the shop. You internally facepalmed at the poor girl's timing.
You were not sure how you got in this situation. You just wanted to shop for your boyfriend and you not only bumped into your ex fiance but also his crush. Jiyoung was looking at you equally confused as you were looking at her. You thought you should leave the shop as soon as possible as you didn't wanted to
face him .
In fact you were shocked when you heard his voice but your heart was hardened as you looked at him and said in a stern voice.
"I'm sorry, Jurian (though you weren't), but the last time we were together, I distinctly remember breaking off the engagement. Then again, you might not recall that, given your lack of interest. Have a nice day."
With that , you started to walk away from him . Knowing well it wouldn't be long that Kayden would be here... Knowing him well as he had connected your phone with his plus he never let's you turn your location off for "safety purpose". Right now your mood was very sour and the last thing you wanted was to have a shouting match with Jurian.
Plus you were sick of him since the day he made you colour your hair black.... Just being in the same place with him made you sick to the stomach... But still no matter just how bad he was your primary concern was not wanting Kayden to get angry more than he already is. Because if Kayden will get angry then it would be Jurian's last day in his life.
You were heading to the checkout section to pay for the clothes you had bought for Kayden. However, much to your dismay, you soon heard Jurian's voice again.
"Honey ...that's not my size...did you forgot the size of the clothes I wear??"
You tried to ignore him but then you heard Kayden's voice..
"It's not your size because it's not for you," he replied firmly. "She bought it for me, Her boyfriend, and soon-to-be husband."
You looked at Kayden with a smile of relief, feeling his arm snake around your waist and squeezing the meat affectionately. Playfully, you slapped his chest, unaware of the love sick adoration in Kayden's eyes that were fixed upon you, as well as the darkened gaze of Jurian..
You offered a slight bow to Jurian, prompting a scoff from Kayden. With a low "goodbye," you acknowledged Jurian. Meanwhile, Kayden, casting judgmental glances at Jurian, let his hands slip down to squeeze your ass. With a knowing smirk directed at Jurian, Kayden gently guided you towards the exit, asserting his dominance in the situation.
Soon enough, you found yourself pulled out of Kayden's embrace and into Jurian's chest. It took a few moments to regain your composure and stable yourself after which you gave a hard glare. His expression faltered...he looked - broken?? Hurt?? It was the same look you had given him the day you left him. Stuttering, he struggled to meet your gaze.
"You... you love me, right? You always used to try to get my attention... Those pretty lingerie you used to wear to captivate me, I know deep down you still want me, right?" Jurian stuttered, his words tinged with desperation and uncertainty.
Slap
Kayden was getting ready to punch Jurian on the face when you slapped the man on the face. You huffed angrily as you grabbed Kayden's arms and hugged it closer to your chest dragging him out of the shop with you.
"Im so-reyyy... Ughhh hnghhhh!!!"
Kayden was thrusting into you continuously for last 2 hrs . The second you two were inside your mansion he grabbed you and carried you to your bedroom.. currently he was really upset that you used to try to lure Jurian .. by wearing lingerie... Which you never did to him..
"Your have been so bad today doll... So so bad..... Thrust first you left home without telling me...thrust Then you meet him..... Thrust."
"H-he just came in!!!! I didn't meet him if purpose!!!!"
"Oh I know honey I know .... But would you blame me for being jealous when I've such a pretty girl and some people just don't know how to keep their hands to themselves!!"
He was angry..hurt... And that's why he for last 2 hours was dressing you up in each and every lingerie you owned and fucking you in them, after ripping them in shreds. He needed you make sure you knew he loved you... And that you are his... That there is no way he is letting you go...
You whimpered clenching around him. As he bent down to kiss you passionately. You whined looking at him with those pretty teary eyes as he pulled out of you. His cums pouring out of your gapping core as you rubbed your thighs together.
He groaned at the sight as he pulled you closer and pushed his cock back into you. Spooning you into his strong arms as he hugged you close to sleep. Massaging you head as he gave you some butterfly kisses. You giggled weakly as you felt yourself slipping into sleep.
Kayden was looking at you sleeping form as he was massaging your body lightly. His each touch made you clench around him in sleep. He smiled while kissing your forehead but then he remembered something... The time you slapped Jurian..
Kayden was shocked of what he saw ...did he saw it correct?? You looked at Jurian with anger and your eyes glowed.. he got a feel of awakened power from you.... Are you awakened?? But then again he was always with you... 24/7 and he never saw you using any of the powers... May be he was wrong.
You woke up alone in your bed, water on the side table with a note to go to the central hospital. You were on your way to the hospital driving by your car. You were confused and concerned by the notes that something had happened to Kayden ....given how hyper he always is to fight. Suddenly your phone vibrated informing you of a message.
You unlocked you phone and saw the message, a soft smile on your face.
"Listen Princess I'm going out now.
With: no female being
How long: I'm not sure... I'll be back as soon as I bring Kartein here.
Where: out of the country
Outfit: Black Jeans, white shirt (the one you bought for me yesterday).
Hair: not done , simple ponytail
Perfume: none, why should I, nobody has to like it except you.
And call me if anything happens.
I love you"
After reaching the hospital you got to know that it was emergency as you got the news that Jiwoo's core was shattered and it was impossible to fix it. You never saw Kayden so concerned and you too were very concerned. You knew you can heal the boy easily but you didn't wanted others to know about it.
That's why you were now alone in the room with Jiwoo as Kayden was out to contact Kartein. And Subin was gone to bring Dr. Delein to heal Jiwoo. And as much as you know Jiwoo was sleeping.... So you put you palm on his chest as started to concentrate you powers into his core you started to feel a bit fuzzy.
As you felt your powers being drained. But you tried to focus on Jiwoo more.. a bit more... Only a little bit more... And suddenly the you heard Subin's voice you grumbled as you withdrew from Jiwoo's chest.
They are here... May be they would be able to continue from there as you brought it from impossible stage to fixable and can be healed one. You started to walked away from the bed to the sofa in the room when you heard Jiwoo's weak voice.
"Miss Y/n... Are you an awakened too???"
You panicked as you turned around to look at the boy.. you wanted to say many things to him... One of them being not to tell anyone about what you did or what happened but suddenly the door opened and others came inside.
Subin , and Dr. Delein along with inhyuk and park Seongha came inside as they bowed to greet you which you returned to them. Soon Dr. Delein started his process. Much to his shock the core was already almost healed..... But he didn't said anything cause there were still some problems.
And if not fixed properly the loose parts could shattered away again. It seemed that someone with strong healing powers tried to heal him... No.. they didn't tried ..they did heal him but due to some trouble they unfortunately have had to withdraw their treatment.
And that person must be really stronger then... Because it's not easy to bring something almost dead back to life. He looked at you suspiciously.. you looked away from the Dr. Subin then introduced you to the Dr. As Jiwoo's another friend and not Awakened
May be he was just contemplating.... May be his guess was wrong.... You can't be an awakened right...Soon as he touched your hand to shake hands with you he felt a surge of energy into him... His weakness was gone in a few ..or may be you did heal the boy...
"Boy... Did someone healed you before me??"
He asked jiwoo in a serious tone... His eyes fixed on Jiwoo and then looking at you from his side eyes. You looked at Jiwoo with begging in your eyes . To your relief Jiwoo soon replied.
"No sir. You are the first..."
You were sweating buckets as you walked out of the room..your heart beating like crazy as you sighed in relief when you heard him to give them space.
