This, but Wednesday does an investigation and concludes it's Bianca. And Reader has to deal with that.
A funny, fluffy fic!
If you don't feel like it, just ignore this please!
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Stupid jealousy | w.a
A/n: i hope i understood the request, Enjoy! Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader
Y/N slowly pushed open the door to Ophelia Hall, her heart light and a smile on her lips.
“Hey…” she murmured enthusiastically as she entered the room shared by Enid and Wednesday, letting herself be enveloped by the unmistakable contrast of bright colors and gothic shadows.
Her eyes immediately searched for Wednesday, her girlfriend, always immersed in the writing of her book The Adventures of Viper de la Muerte. Wednesday’s posture was rigid, shoulders tense, fingers moving swiftly over the keys of her typewriter.
From where Y/N stood she could see her girlfriend’s profile: a small upturned nose, thick but well-groomed eyebrows, full lips pressed into a thin line as if weighing her words carefully. Her brows were slightly furrowed, a frown on her face—the only sign of humanity in an otherwise controlled expression.
Her long black hair was usually braided into two plaits that fell over her shoulders.
“Hello” Wednesday replied in a neutral tone, eyes fixed on the typewriter.
Y/N raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in confusion, the crease on her forehead marking the puzzlement painted across her face. What’s wrong with her? she thought, confused. She’s been like this for a week, she realized. She blinked and her eyes drifted to the left side of the room, immediately noticing the absence of her girlfriend’s energetic roommate.
She closed the door behind her and walked toward the middle of Wednesday’s room.
“Is something wrong? You’ve been like this for a week,” Y/N asked, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she voiced her thoughts.
She sat down awkwardly on Wednesday’s bed, the mattress sinking gently beneath her weight. A barely audible sigh escaped Wednesday’s full lips, her muscles tense like violin strings. Y/N tilted her head to the side and watched her girlfriend curiously, the muscle on her neck bulging like a silent warning. Wednesday stopped typing, and the clacking of the keys that had filled the room moments before abruptly ceased. The atmosphere shifted in an instant: heavy, charged, as if something unspoken was hanging in the air.
Wednesday Addams rose from her chair and slowly turned to face her girlfriend. Jaw clenched, expression seemingly calm, but it was her eyes that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine: dark, impassive, a vortex of fire and curiosity. Y/N swallowed loudly and moved awkwardly on the bed, leaning back to create some distance between herself and Wednesday’s restrained fury.
With slow, deliberate steps, Wednesday approached, the rhythmic stomp of her Dr. Martens echoing on the wooden floor—the only sound in the room thick with silent, palpable tension.Y/N’s eyes widened, surprise and confusion painted on her face as Wednesday stopped in front of her. Wednesday’s right hand rested on Y/N’s shoulder, helping her to lift herself slightly as she swung her leg over Y/N’s lap, eyes locked on hers. A trembling sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she felt Wednesday’s weight on her. Instinctively, Y/N’s hand slid to Wednesday’s side, fingers tightening around the dark gray fabric of her uniform, pulling her closer.
Wednesday kept her serious gaze while the tension in her jaw softened just slightly.
Y/N’s heart hammered fiercely against her ribcage, blood thudding in her ears, breath catching just barely, her eyes flickering over Wednesday’s face, lingering a second too long on her lips. She swallowed loudly and blinked, trying to dispel the fog of desire creeping into her mind and forced herself to focus on her girlfriend’s face.
Wednesday blinked, her upper lip curling into what looked like a restrained smile. Y/N noticed the freckles scattered across her girlfriend’s nose, her black eyes gleaming with something unknown to her.
Wednesday’s right hand slid from Y/N’s shoulder and slowly snaked down to her tie, fingers curling tightly around the fabric. Her left hand rose dangerously close to Y/N’s face, fingers digging into her cheeks, black lacquered nails gently scratching the skin beneath. Y/N’s breath hitched; her insides twisted pleasantly beneath the firm but tender touch.
She tilted Y/N’s chin downwards, fingers applying gentle pressure to her cheeks.
“I don’t see a single hair on your uniform,” Wednesday said in a cold, monotone voice, a trace of curiosity and fury evident in her tone.Y/N blinked in confusion, her eyes darting quickly over Wednesday’s face, trying to decipher what she was thinking.
"and?" whispered y/n
“Who’s the bald girl? What did you do with Bianca?” she murmured venomously, her voice so low and threatening it could scare anyone to death—but not Y/N.
Y/N’s lips stretched into a smile before she burst out laughing, the incredulity of the question amusing her more than she ever expected. Wednesday jealous of Bianca? Y/N mocked. Ridiculous. Small tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she gently pulled away from Wednesday’s grip. Wednesday tilted her head, eyes locked onto Y/N’s with an almost animalistic ferocity.
“Don’t laugh, Y/N.” Her voice was a whisper sharp as a knife. “You don’t know how dangerous I can be when you underestimate me.” Her fingers tightened slightly on the tie, her piercing gaze daring Y/N not to break.
Y/N stopped laughing, a disbelieving huff escaping her lips as she leaned forward. Their faces were close, breaths mingling, blood racing wildly from the proximity, stomach clenched in a knot as she dared to invade Wednesday’s personal space. Y/N’s eyelids softened as she looked into Wednesday’s eyes. Her hand tightened on her girlfriend’s side and she bit her lower lip, amused.
“I never thought I’d witness a jealous moment from the formidable Wednesday Addams,” she whispered, “and relax, darling, I’m not underestimating you—it’d be stupid of me to do so.”
She tilted her head, the tip of her nose brushing against Wednesday’s.
“Just don’t kill her, okay? There’s absolutely nothing between me and her,” she murmured, eyes fixed on Wednesday’s full, inviting lips.They were close, yet somehow still distant—their desire and Wednesday’s need to preserve her personal space making Y/N hesitate.
“you better not,” Wednesday whispered before pressing their lips together in a sweet, desperate kiss.
IS THAT MY SON?? CHRIS RODRIGUEZ MENTIONED?? yup.. hehe really enjoyed these, honestly need more of the hermes kids, i know just to get on luke's nerves, they hang around with y/n because they are also friends..(?) aka luke gets betrayed by his own brothers (also.. is that charlena..)
. ݁₊ ✶. ݁ ˖ˎˊ˗⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ luke castellan x reader
the saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies... ۶ৎ
TYSM FOR THE REQUESTT!!!! jealous luke my beloved... ALSO ive gotten 3 requests asking for charlena... so charlena is coming!!!! sorry chrisse gotta wait your turn
Summary: you and gator had this on and off situation with you two. No matter how mean and toxic it gets you can’t leave him, but when you get into your dream college you have to make a choice.
A/N: Hii guys ik it’s been awhile I’m back lmk for request! (I also don’t watch the show if I get anything wrong about him lmk!) part 2 part3
Warnings: angst, jealously, fluff, jerk gator.
It was 9pm on your family small ranch, you were combing your hair as your younger sister Mia was on your bed reading a book. Then Mia spoke up “your phone ringing.”
You turn around as you continue to comb your hair. “By who?” Mia got up as she picked up your phone. “Um it’s a heart emoji with an alligator?” Mia said confused as you roll your eyes gator.
“Ignore it please.” As Mia put the phone down you went back to braiding. Then another buzz, you sigh, it’s been a of couple days since you seen gator.
Once you found out you got into NYCU it was hard to tell gator, you had no clue how he react especially since you’re not his girlfriend or just a “friend” to him.
You pick up your phone and read the texts he sent you.
10:00 am
❤️🐊: hey. Missed you. -read
1:00 pm
❤️🐊: don’t ignore me pls.
❤️🐊: what did I do?? -delivered
9:00pm
❤️🐊: outside your place. Talk to me.
Your eyes widen seeing that message.Your dad hated gator and his family. He always told you they were no good since high school. You obviously didn’t listen.
You walked over to your window to see gator outside in his patrol car vaping of course. You scoffed you hated that stupid vape.
“Mia I’ll be back okay? I forgot to close the horse gates.” You lied and put your slippers on and quietly went outside. Once you came downstairs you put on a random jacket and ran to his patrol car.
“Gator my daddy will kill you if he sees you.” You said as he had his window rolled down as he vaped.
Gator blew the smoke out of your direction. “Don’t care I didn’t come here for him did I? Hop in baby.” That damn word was your weakness.
Once you got into the car it was silent for a few minutes as he spoke up. “Been ignoring me for 4 days now..” you were silent as he kept talking.
“I mean I’ve been pretty good to you. I give you my full affection and attention and then you stop calling and texting. Even worse not serving me at the diner.”
“I.. gator you know I’m busy, the farm with my dad taking care of my sister Mia.” Gator scoffed.
“Fucking bullshit” he yelled which you flinched a bit and looked out the window. Gator looked back at you as he sighs. “There somone else huh?”
You look back at him and shake your head. “No.. gator, we’re not even together remember your words “just friends” even if I did see someone what does that gotta do with you?
Gator rolls his eyes as he grip your jaw. “No one can fuck you or love you like me.” You went quiet and looked down as he lift your chin up more.
“Talk to me.. tell me something.” You sigh as you nod. “Promise me you want yell.” Gator nods as he wait for you to continue.
“You know how I always wanted an English major and write books since I was a little girl.. I-I got into NYCU.” Gator moved his hands away from your chin. Already a sign he wasn’t happy.
“So your fucking leaven me in this shit town huh? Gonna go find a New York City boy.” He mocked as you looked at him hurt. Did he really think low of you?
“This has nothing to do with boys gate. Why can’t you be happy for me?” He can hear the hurt in your voice as your eyes were watery.
“Don’t do that. How can I be happy you’re leaving me here… I thought you cared more about me.”
You scoffed. “Seriously? Gator I’m finally gonna live my dreams and be happy.”
“What? You’re not happy here?” He said getting more mad.
“You’re so selfish gator. You have everything let me be happy too. I don’t know why you’re acting like this I am not your girlfriend.”
The car went silent. It was true.
“Gator I gotta go before mia worries.” As you were about to leave the car gator gripped your hand as he kissed you. At first you didn’t lean in but you melted into his arms.
“Mm go baby..” he mutter between kisses. “Go back inside, I know you’re tired of me.”
You were silent as you pulled back. You were hurt by his words and his actions. You closed the door and went back inside.
Once you got back inside your dad was in the kitchen making tea for your mother. “Honey why were you outside?” His gruff southern voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Sorry daddy, I forgot to close the horses gates.” You hoped he believed you.
He looked up at you. “Next time wake me up to do it. Don’t want you outside late it’s dangerous.”
You nodded “night daddy.” As you went upstairs you had a long day ahead of you. Especially with work at the diner.
Next morning as you got up and got ready for work you checked your messages. Nothing from gator which hurt more than you expected.
At the diner doing your regular serving there walked in gator. But not alone a blonde girl by his side. It hurt a lot as you guys made eye contact.
You walked to there table and gave the menus. “How can I help you?” You said trying not to cry. How can he replace you so quick?
Gator looked up at you and smiled. “Black coffee please. And waffles with bacon and eggs.” You write that down and nod as you looked at the blonde. “Can I get a milkshake please? Strawberry and the same as him.”
You nodded and got there menus as gator spoke up. “Oh you copying me baby?” That word baby. That was your nickname. “Oh stop it” her stupid voice responded. You went back to the kicthen as you kept your tears in.
Gator watched you walked away, he was hurting you on purposed to make you stay and not leave him. It was wrong but he didn’t know what else to do. As he kept his fake smile with his little date you didn’t come back as the new waiter gave them there food.
“Um what happen to are other waiter?” Gator asked as the new waiter answered. “She’s on break, she doesn’t wanna really serve you right now.” Gator scoffed as he nods.
After gator ate and went back to his car as the blonde girl left he saw you behind the diner crying. And something about you crying made his heart ache. He was such an ass he thought.
He walked over to you as he spoke softly. “You okay?..” you didn’t respond right away. “Yeah I’m amazing.” You said being a smart ass to him.
“Don’t be like that.. you know I hate seeing you cry.”
“Yet that’s all you do to me.” You reply back sharp. “Why bother me? Isn’t your baby waiting for you?”
Gator scoffed. “She’s.. nothing. Nobody’s my baby but you.”
“Don’t.” You got up as you looked him in the eyes. “I’ll never be your baby again after what you did today, I-I loved you I gave you my virginity doesn’t that’s mean something to you? Or this whole time we got close it was a waste of time?”
“You not a waste of time okay? I fucking love you so much it hurts.” He yelled in your face. God you hate arguing with him.
“Then why do that? Show up with that girl? If I did that gator you would hate me forever.”
Which was true gator hated any man with you besides him. “It was stupid.. I want you to stay here with me.” His voiced cracked with hurt.
“Gator.. i-i finally got in, I can live my dream leave this town be free.”
“Without me?” He said hurt.
“Gator.. this is for my future it’s important for me. You don’t get it, we’re not together never were..”
Gator could only be silent cause all the things you said were true.
“But when you leave to go New York you’re gonna forget me.. I can’t stand being here in this stupid town and you’re living the dream while I’m alone.”
You look up at gator as you kissed him. “I can never forget you.” Gator smiled as he kissed back. “Promise me.” You look up and smile “promise forever.”
“We can call, text each other, visit too. It doesn’t have to be hard.” You mutter as you lay your head on his chest as he hold you.
He kissed your head as he mutter. “Will make it work.. baby I promise.”
"You don't want me going out, do you?" the human asked.
"We're out right now."
"Without you," the human said. "In the sun."
The vampire said nothing, which perhaps said everything, because they didn't have a ready buffer response or platitude at the ready.
They were parked on the outside table of a cocktail bar, and the human felt a little dizzy from having drank their own drink and then the one the vampire brought for the show. Maybe it was the liquid courage that made them finally bring up the topic.
The human snuck a look at the vampire over their glass.
The vampire was staring out across the street, at the life and the bustle still throbbing in the early hours of the night. Their eyes were dark. Their jaw was clenched.
The human wet their lips. "Is it...I mean, it must be tough. That you can't."
They'd had a moment the other day when they realised they couldn't quite remember the last time they'd seen more than the ragged edges of dawn or sunset. Their vampire made every night seem like an adventure. A seduction. A party. But they missed the sun.
"If you want to go," the vampire said, "then go. No one is forcing you to spend your little life with me."
The human swallowed.
The vampire glanced at them, raised an eyebrow, then cut a hand out across the street. "Go on. Pick a mortal and while away your days in the light. But don't expect me to still be there when you're done."
"You're jealous."
The vampire scoffed.
"You are," the human said. "You have all these things...immortality and riches and power...." The vampire was the person everyone flocked to every night, and for so long the human had felt so special, so chosen, to get a scrap of their time. "But it's not enough for you." The human laughed. Short. "But you expect it to be enough for me. You expect even less to be enough for me."
"You mean I expect me to be enough for you?"
The human's mouth snapped shut, not expecting that. They stared at the vampire, wide-eyed.
"Finish your drink," the vampire said. "We're going home."
"You're going home. You can't tell me what to do."
"You're drunk."
"Bet you're jealous of that too," the human snapped.
The vampire looked at them, then. Properly. Their gaze was a bottomless, sunless pit that nonetheless seemed to radiate its own unearthly glow. The human had found it the prettiest thing in the world when they first locked eyes.
In an second, a blur of movement, the vampire moved. The human was vaguely aware of wind, of their drinks table falling, and they were somewhere else. Their back hit a wall. The life and the lights barely seemed to touch the icy alleway.
The vampire's fingers were equally cold around their throat.
The human's breath hitched.
"You," the vampire said. "Are enough for me. You are everything to me. You are my sunlight, and the taste of wine on my lips and food on my tongue."
"No shit. I'm literally dinner." But it came out wobbly. Guilt bloomed inside them, even as something in them chasmed.
Wouldn't they be jealous, if they never had the choice to see the sun again? But wouldn't they love, too, the human who represented everything that had been lost? Because they were sunlight. Not because of anything actually about them.
The vampire's head tilted, gaze raking over them once more. The human's pulse beat frantic against the vampire's palm.
"You sustain me." The vampire's head dipped down, lips grazing over the human's, making them gasp softly. "You're gorgeous."
"I'm yours." It was impossible to say anything else, with the vampire's hand at their jugular. "Baby, I'm yours." They reached up, tangled their fingers in the vampire's hair. "I'm sorry. I don't need the sun, I just need you."
They knew, even then, that it wasn't true.
But it was perhaps the first time they knew, truly knew, that the creature in front of them wasn't human, and yet had never really stopped being human at all.
The human leaned up and kissed them, gently.
That morning, despite the exhaustion and the blood loss and the tantalising prison of their lover's arms, they made damn sure to stay up and see the light spill out brilliant across the world.
what if the reader found a cat that acts like their lover? Like they have the same kind of attitude! Reader takes the cat home to take care of it with their lover! Imagine you just see you’re lover and cat staring each other down for you’re attention lol
you can do this with any honkai star rail (I’m bad with names) characters! (I prefer male but you can add female if you want) and you can do as many as you want! I just like telling my ideas :)
Two of a Kind
Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Blade x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Romance, Humor, Fluff, Jealousy, Rivalry, Comfort, Lighthearted, Domestic.
Warnings: Mild Jealousy (between the characters and the cat), Slightly suggestive interactions (implied, but nothing explicit), Fluff overload, OOC 😔💔.
The moment you found the small, snow-white cat in the alleyway near the Cloud Knights’ barracks, you knew something was strange. It lounged on a pile of silk scraps like a dignified ruler, eyes half-lidded in serene boredom. When you crouched down to offer a hand, it yawned leisurely before rubbing its head against your palm.
"Lazy little thing, aren’t you?" You chuckled, scooping it up. It was oddly… familiar. The way it melted into your touch, stretching lazily, as if it had all the time in the world.
Bringing it home was inevitable.
Jing Yuan was reclining in his study when you arrived, eyes flickering open as you placed the cat in your lap. He raised a brow, immediately sitting up.
“…You brought home another one?” His voice held a mix of amusement and suspicion.
"This one’s different," you grinned. "Look at it."
The cat blinked at Jing Yuan, slow and deliberate.
Jing Yuan blinked back.
Then, as if recognizing a rival, the cat turned its head with a haughty sigh and curled up in your lap, looking every bit like a miniature version of your lover when he feigned sleep to avoid meetings.
Your laughter made Jing Yuan frown. "Don’t tell me… it acts like me?"
"It really does! Look at the way it lounges!"
Jing Yuan rubbed his temple. "I’m being replaced by a cat."
For the next few days, the battle for your attention escalated. Whenever you pet the cat, Jing Yuan would pull you onto the couch beside him, draping an arm over your shoulder. If you scratched behind the cat’s ears, Jing Yuan would hum pointedly until you did the same for him. You even caught them staring each other down one evening—one with feline eyes, the other with his usual patient amusement, both vying for your affection.
You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "You do realize you’re jealous of a cat, right?"
Jing Yuan huffed, crossing his arms. "I’m not jealous. I’m simply… asserting my rightful place."
The cat, as if mocking him, promptly stretched across your lap.
Jing Yuan sighed in defeat, then reached over, stroking the cat’s head with surprising gentleness. "Hmph. I suppose we can share."
And so, the rivalry ended in an unspoken truce—one where you were adored by both the lazy general and his equally lazy feline counterpart.
You weren’t sure what it was about the midnight-furred cat that made you stop in the middle of the street. Maybe it was the sharp red eyes, eerily intense for a feline. Or maybe it was the way it sat in the shadows, unmoving, its aura both captivating and unsettling.
Regardless, you brought it home.
Blade was polishing his sword when you arrived, and his first reaction upon seeing the cat was a deadpan stare.
“…You’re joking."
The cat, sitting by your feet, glared at him with the same unnerving stillness.
You tilted your head. "What?"
Blade sighed, setting his sword aside. "It looks like me."
You blinked. Then you looked at the cat again—black fur, red eyes, an almost unnatural stillness to the way it held itself. Then, you burst out laughing.
"Oh no," you wheezed. "You’re right."
Blade scowled, rubbing his temple as the cat leapt onto your lap, curling into a tight ball like it had no interest in anything else.
"You brought home a brooding, quiet stray," Blade muttered, arms crossed. "Sound familiar?"
You grinned. "I have a type."
For days, the cat shadowed you, always quiet, always intense. Blade would sit in the corner, watching as you absentmindedly pet the feline while reading. At some point, you noticed the two of them mirroring each other—both staring at you, both exuding the same quiet, brooding energy.
It was unnerving.
"Are you two competing or something?" you finally asked.
Blade scoffed. "Tch. I don’t need to compete with a cat."
The cat, in perfect synchronization, flicked its tail as if scoffing right back.
You buried your face in your hands. "I can’t believe this."
Still, one night, you woke up to find Blade sitting on the floor beside the couch, absently petting the cat with an almost thoughtful expression.
"...You like it," you whispered.
Blade's hand paused, his expression unreadable. "It’s quiet. Doesn’t ask for anything."
You smiled. "Like you?"
Blade clicked his tongue, but he didn’t deny it.
And so, the brooding warrior and his feline doppelgänger coexisted in an eerie, wordless understanding—both bound to you, both unwilling to admit that, maybe, they had found comfort in something they never expected.
The cat you found had fur as soft as clouds and an uncanny, almost celestial presence. With golden eyes, and an air of quiet authority, it reminded you of someone.
Taking it home, however, proved to be the real challenge.
Sunday was seated in his grand study, calmly flipping through a book when you entered with the cat in your arms. The moment his eyes met the feline’s, an odd silence settled over the room.
The cat blinked.
Sunday blinked.
You swore you could feel the tension.
Finally, Sunday exhaled, closing his book. "...My dear, why does this creature look like it stepped out of my reflection?"
You grinned. "I was thinking the same thing."
Sunday reached out, gently brushing his fingers over the cat’s fur. The cat, rather than lean into the touch, simply tilted its head with a regal, knowing gaze.
Then, as if dismissing him, it turned its attention back to you, purring contentedly as it nestled in your arms.
Sunday raised an elegant brow. "I see. A competitor has appeared."
You chuckled. "You’re not actually jealous, are you?"
Sunday didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You wouldn’t abandon me for a mere feline, would you?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was a quiet possessiveness beneath it.
You rolled your eyes. "It’s just a cat, Sunday."
"Yet it looks at me as if I am the intruder here," he mused, golden eyes glinting. "Fascinating."
For the next few days, you often caught Sunday and the cat watching each other in eerie silence, as if locked in an unspoken battle for dominance. Whenever Sunday pulled you onto his lap, the cat would jump onto your shoulder. Whenever the cat nestled against your chest, Sunday would wrap an arm around your waist, subtly claiming you back.
It was absurd.
"Sunday," you sighed. "You’re not actually fighting a cat for my attention."
He simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your hand. "My dear, I always win."
The cat, unimpressed, flicked its tail.
And so, the celestial rivalry continued—an eternal battle between a regal dream-weaver and his equally dignified feline reflection.
hi! i just wanted to say I love your writing! I noticed your requests were open and I was wondering if you could please write something with Sylus x reader where Sylus gets jealous of MC’s coworker or anything like that. Thank you!! 🩷
Calling Sylus the most jealous man you knew was an understatement; he should be the ONLY man you know. That’s his point. He’s possessive of his possessions, whether material or not, and that included you. If only you would stay in the N109 zone, then he could keep an eye on you at all times.
But knowing you had to return to Linkon City sooner or later, he didn’t stop you. After all, he gave you a brooch so you could return to him anytime.
What he didn’t expect was you taking your time to return. You had no other business there for now, and you had a job as a hunter to keep. Of course, you had responsibilities in Linkon City.
During his free time, he would impatiently rest his chin on his palm, elbows on the table, frowning at nothing. The mere fact of your absence irritated him, though he wouldn’t openly admit it to anyone. Even while fulfilling his errands and business meetings as usual, his mind occasionally drifted towards thoughts of you.
Where were you? What were you up to? And whatnot.
Luckily enough, he had Mephisto monitoring you at all times. The mechanical crow would always stand on the power wires, acting almost innocently, but you knew it was basically stalking you. Not that you minded; it was both amusing and endearing to have Sylus monitor you every day using Mephisto.
The mechanical crow would usually return to Sylus at night before going back out in the morning to observe more. From the moment you woke up until the end of the day when you retreated to the comfort of your blankets, Mephisto was there.
Everything was as usual that night. Sylus sat by his bed in his sleeping robe, glasses on, a book in his lap. Just in time, the mechanical flap of Mephisto’s wings echoed until it reached his bedside.
His crimson eyes skimmed through the pages of the book, occasionally glancing at the screen playing your entire day as observed by Mephisto.
Nothing was out of the ordinary until he saw the same guy, who seemed to be a newly hired hunter, coming up to your desk repeatedly. You, being the kind and helpful hunter you were, always assisted him.
That’s when Sylus’s attention to the book gradually disappeared. He stared intensely at the hologram of the new hunter beside you. If looks could kill—there’s no need, because he’d personally deliver that.
The next morning, as you prepared as usual, you noticed Mephisto was nowhere on the power cords. You made sure to glance around, but there was no trace of the mechanical crow. You dismissed it, thinking Sylus had used Mephisto for something more important.
But imagine your surprise when you heard a knock at your apartment door. You instantly recognized the messy silver hair and crimson eyes staring down at you.
You stood there, blinking up at him. He frowned a bit, looking annoyed. “So?” he asked, probably waiting for you to welcome him in. His face spelled out three words: ‘Let me in.’ You eventually did.
“Where’s Mephisto?”
“You’re looking for him when I’m right here?”
You almost looked at him in disbelief. Is he being petty about his own mechanical crow? You almost cracked a chuckle but held it in. “Never mind.”
“I’m surprised you’re here; don’t you have something important to do?” you asked.
“I do. I just came by since I’ll be leaving shortly,” he replied, walking towards you. He leaned in, giving a quick poke on your forehead. His small signature smirk was plastered on his lips. “Stop entertaining other people. People might think you’re still single.”
“Are you jealous?” You smiled, laughing a bit.
“I am,” he bluntly said, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly to the side, giving you that dominant look. “And I don’t like it when someone gets close to what’s mine.”
You immediately connected the dots, figuring it was probably the intern that had been asking for your assistance who triggered his possessiveness. Even then, you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as you placed your hand on his cheek, gently caressing it, reassuring him.
He released a soft sigh, annoyed by your antics but also endeared by them.
It even surprised you that Sylus didn’t do anything to that individual. He was acting very tame; he just seemed to have approached you, which was a bit unusual. Maybe it was your gentleness rubbing off on him.
Thank goodness. It would be pretty bad if something were to happen.
You thought that was the end of it until you returned to the association and heard from Tara that the newbie insisted on being placed in a different faction from yours.
“He really didn’t want to stay; I wonder if we did something wrong,” she wondered thoughtfully.
You hesitated in your mind, immediately thinking of Sylus. Just then, you saw Mephisto land on a nearby power cord, tilting its head innocently at you.
