୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, repeated themes of obsession, yandere, unhealthy relationships, imagined relationships (rígr), it's implied shikama does a lot to them 💀, mostly proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 1.2k
I had this idea a while ago but I couldn't be bothered until now (<- me from literally over a year ago)
I FISHED THIS OUTTA THE DARKEST CORNERS OF THE DRAFTS TO FEED Y'ALL I can't even believe I'm about to do this it literally had green dividers from my THIRD Tumblr theme 😭 I wanna post more ONS content again though so expect it here and there. requests are a VERY hard maybe
── ୨୧：ky luc
Ky is entirely unbothered by this little arrangement you've made, letting you do as you please around him and indulging you in some of your little gestures of affection, all in exchange for keeping him fed straight from the source. You can sense Ky is not fully invested in this relationship-- may not even see it in the same light that you do. How dare he act so casually toward you. You wanted him to be less formal, but Ky is always brushing you off as 'livestock' that he claims to somewhat fancy, though not for anything but the taste of your blood.
In truth, he finds you quite strange. He has warned you before that you better not dare be too bold and involve yourself too personally in his affairs publicly. He's quick to remind you how easy it would be to kill you, all done with a hand to your throat and the blade forming around his hand as he offers to fulfil that promise immediately. He's noticed how overeager you are, and he almost doesn't like it. Ky doesn't trust you on your own; he's put off by how strangely you act. He's tried to tell you a million times he does not and cannot love you, but each time, you go crawling back to him, begging him to continue your deal.
Ky has figured out he can use your own adoration and idolisation of him against you because you will keep falling for the things he says for now. He knows he can offer even shallow acts only vaguely reminiscent of lovers, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. You're somehow so stubborn yet so easy to control, and he takes advantage of that to the full extent, watching you run around like a headless chicken trying to please him. It's entertaining to know you still somehow think this is moving you up some kind of ladder closer to him accepting your love without a deal.
── ୨୧：urd geales
Urd has developed a growing tolerance for you ever since you first appeared and kept appearing in the places he was going you could access. You seemed too nervous to talk every time he approached, so he had to wait until you began your advances, and once they started, they didn't stop. He hated to admit that a part of him was strangely enamoured by the idea that maybe if he let your infatuation fester enough, you'd be the one person who would never leave, but he also knows you're extremely abusive at times.
You can't hurt him, nor could you dream of it, but it was saying too much that hurt him. You smothered him, babied him for a time and swore you'd hurt anyone who just so much as brushed against him too harshly for your tastes. It is uncontrollable, and Urd never knows if you'll go through with it. Urd tries to calm you down, but you've managed to convince yourself he's too nice, and this is how you'll 'protect' him from the world. You suffocate Urd so much that he doesn't know if you still think of him as an adult or as a child.
Urd requires your utmost attention, and there are many times he's considered ending your life so that you can't be a bother to the peace he's created, but he keeps getting drawn back. Urd knows if he leaves you to your devices and allows you to fuss over him, you'll be at ease, even if you seem to want to control him. If Urd lets you fuss, you stay put, and if you stay put, you won't leave to go anywhere. For a while, you'll remain with him, and he can subject himself to the headache for the reward.
── ୨୧：rígr stafford
This relationship you have with him always seems to go unnoticed. He ignores you all the time, he's never around, and he never pays even a hint of attention to you. You're glad to find yourself locked up because, for the first time in a while, he looks back at you with all of his attention. It's just like how you imagined it to be intense and with a strange interest that perhaps doesn't belong.
You're so glad he's finally started paying attention to you. This is much better than when you borrow his things and imagine him, the way he'd scold you for it, the disappointment you would think was visible on his face.
"I took more than just that." You confess just as he opens his mouth to speak and don't even allow him a chance to ask what you are doing. You keep idolising this man; you likely always will, adoring him and holding him on the pedestal he deserves. He can only shake his laugh at you and say something about how this is inevitable. He does this on purpose. He runs a cult. Everybody starts somewhere.
You have to hold back losing it on him because he doesn't seem to understand you are long past the isolation period of thinking him a God. You used to believe that, but not anymore. You used to feel dirty every time you took up his time, like the greatest sin you've committed, and you still revel in it. You are the mortal who dragged him from his place, and you will never truly allow him to leave you behind if he should leave this world. You must keep leaving him gifts and perhaps borrowing his personal items right under his nose. Couples share everything, don't they?
── ୨୧：shikama dōji
You're such a mild inconvenience to his plans that he almost doesn't even notice after a while, letting you indulge yourself as you ignore every single boundary he sets out for you. The only reason he sits you down and scolds you is that you got too close to something he's not eager to share. You follow his word like law. Once he figures out there is nothing you wouldn't do for him, there is seldom a thing he won't do to you. You are his everything, and not in a good way; his plaything is a better description.
He finds your infatuation with him to be of enough interest as it is, but you also pose a very good catalyst for all of his other questions about humans as well. At his fingertips is someone who would do anything that he asks in order to please him. You had better be good and do whatever he wants, and you might be rewarded for it, and though he's quite selfish to do this only for him, he is very good at pleasing you for your troubles. He won't make any exception for you, not when he's prizing you above the rest, which he reminds you is not to be treated lightly. It isn't fair for only you to get happiness, is it?
If keeping you on a chain makes you behave, even if you begin to grow bored of your obsession with him (which he doubts you will), he's become far too interested in what made you this way. He wants to know how far he can push, how long it will take you to fall out of this 'love', how much he can taunt you and use you for his own sick amusement. Not for the same reasons as you, but your reasons certainly make it easier.
-Ky is a protector at heart, so when you cuddle, he instinctively pulls you close, making you feel safe. His arms wrap around you securely, and he tends to rest his chin on your head, especially when you're lying against his chest.
-His embrace is never too tight but always firm enough to remind you of his presence. He has a soft warmth to him, likely from his Thunderseal abilities, and you can feel a comforting heat radiating from him.
-Ky finds peace in running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. It helps him unwind after a long day, and he finds comfort in this simple, intimate gesture.
-While cuddling, he often whispers gentle, sweet words to you. He’s the type to remind you of how much he cares about you, telling you about his feelings in a quiet, affectionate tone.
- After a tough battle, Ky appreciates nothing more than sinking into a cuddle session with you. He feels grateful to be by your side and relaxes by resting his head against yours, letting out a relieved sigh.
-Ky will occasionally plant soft kisses on your forehead or temple while you cuddle. He’s not overtly affectionate in public, but in private moments like these, he can’t help but show his love in quiet, tender ways.
- If you’re cuddling before bed, Ky enjoys talking about deep topics—his ideals, worries, and dreams. He finds peace in sharing his thoughts with you while you're close, letting you into his vulnerable side.
- When he’s tired, Ky’s breathing will slow, and you can feel his heartbeat as he starts to drift off with you in his arms. He always falls asleep with a small smile on his face, appreciating your closeness and feeling lucky to have you by his side.
-Ky Kiske is respectful, caring, and deeply affectionate when it comes to intimate moments, always making you feel loved and cherished.~
Ok. Hear me out. Ky's in his office doing paper work before Reader walks in company. Reader convinces Ky to sit on their lap because "a king needs a proper throne". Ky chalks it up to the reader being cheesy and doesn't think much of it and happily obliges. After a while with Reader kissing and feeling him up, Ky finds himself bouncing on Reader's cock while reader jerks him off. (you don't have to do this one if you don't want to)
Ky kiske x reader
Topic: Ky riding you as he works!
A/N: THIS AWAKENED SMTHN IN ME, KINDA RUSHED BTW
Tags: Smut: Riding, 18+, Dom! reader
--- TW !!
Ky’s doing his stack of paper work that has to be finished as a law officer. He was starting to miss you alot while he was doing it so of course, while he was working on his duties he was sometime daydreaming about cuddling you and just giving most of his love. On the other hand you knew it was gonna take him a long while to get done. You start walking through the hallways going to give him a visit so you can both enjoy your time together, while he was working. You knock on the two decorated doors and you hear a “come in!”
-You open the door to see Ky working on his paper duties and he’s really happy to see you !
“N-Name I was just thinking about you- I’m glad you visited”
-You said there were really no other seats around so you ask for him to sit on your lap while he works. He thought it was funny and insisting to find you a chair around the office but you deny. Ky well then agrees to it he gets up from his seat to let you sit first.You sit on his chair and you signal him to sit on your lap, Which he complies to. Ky takes his seat and gives a blush theorizing if someone saw him and you like this but you reassure him saying that your sure no one will see.
-He goes back to finishing his work, trying to have a conversation with you talking about what you two should eat for dinner or what he is working on. You had other plans though.. You missed him so much after all his work and your desires for him. You give him little kisses on his neck which he finds it as a affection act saying that he missed you as well.
-He didn’t mind too much of it still trying to do his work as your giving him kisses. You soon place your hand on his thigh rubbing it. Ky tends to try not to get distracted grabbing the next paper to work on as you do your thing, maintaining in the conversation.
-”S-So uhm (name ) house your day??”
-You reply saying it was lonely with out him and saying that you needed him but.. Ky felt some thing poking him from behind. He asks what your doing if you have something rest on him but you confess that it was a boner. He get flustered saying that he suprised and think you were joking but you were serious when you said it.
-He insisted on helping you.
-After a while, his pants are to the ground, Kys face in a pleasured state and most of all he was riding you. He tried doing his work meanwhile you were jerking him off but it was too much for him so he gave up and focused on riding you.
-”Mmh~ (Name) I gotta get this finished but its too much~” -His words slurred as he is trying to keep his composure as he’s speeding himself up on your cock. You start to move yourself as well. Which leads to him moaning more but he covers his mouth trying not to give attention to himself in his office. You grab on his thighs having him get rougher with his movements as he grips on the table saying your name.
-He start to leak more pre-cum indicating that he was about to release so he starts to speed up his pace trying to catch his release, warning you about it. You jerk him off faster and his moans fill the room as he looses his composure completely.
-He starts to release sitting completely down on you saying your name and slurred profanities, luckily no one heard Ky’s moans or actions. You said that he finally relieved yourself after it and you gived him kisses while he was fucked out and tired.
“L-Lets go back name- I’ll finish this tomorrow morning..”
-You help him get himself together and carry him back to your room.
CW: blood drinking, use of the dehumanizing terms (pet/livestock/lamb/kind of a dog and pup), actual dehumanizing, Urd is written to be a little cruel, Horn is definitely living up to her name ♡, you are getting exactly what you thought 💀, there is literally nothing here but depravity, this is not proofread
WC: 1.5k
NOTES: this is a month old draft I found mostly finished and because I feel bad leaving you with nothing here it is 😔 the original title for this was, and I quote, "Rígr using his cult to participate in cult activities that involving culting like he runs a cult." which may or may not be a Kubz Scouts reference 💀
anyway here's the deal, this started as just Rígr but my brain was like "brr" and then I was like "oh ok" and added some more characters (no Ferid we know what he's like already it'd be redundant) AND I KNOW NOBODY ASKED BUT I DID this is for my entertainment not yours /j I refuse to justify this. I cannot justify this. I am a monsterfucker and fangs make everything ten times hotter eat my shoe.
─ ୨୧： rígr stafford
the perks of being in the brotherhood have always outweighed the downsides, though there are many of those to be found just about everywhere. Your current position is one of surprising power, allowing you to ask him about and for anything you want, complain in small talk about something bothering you and suddenly it's gone. Apparently it's a consequence of him finding it…unpleasant…to drink from someone if they're too tense, something about a bitter aftertaste of stress, whatever the hell that means. Still, it means your life involves two things and most of it is downtime, waiting for him to call for you when he grows increasingly thirsty.
at times he allows you to subtly tease him, and he encourages you at times which is ever so slightly strange…but you can never keep it up for long, it's hard to taunt someone for regarding you as a blood slave when he's the one who's a slave to your blood. You have no idea what he sees in you, but he sees something, and it gets you privilege. It's a nice privilege, so you keep your mouth shut when necessary and make some sly comment he suspects is the truth while thinly veiling it as just a jest. He may have heavily modified his body but he's hardly above petty desires of a Vampire.
it's your job to make sure the hungry Vampire is well fed and happy.
─ ୨୧： urd geales
he can demean you in unimaginably cruel ways, but he is also kinder to you than most Vampires. It's not a thing of care, nor is it particularly an issue when he decides not to do so and perhaps unknowingly says something rather callous. His value of Humans is superficial, caring more about the fact that they won't revolt if they're given freedom, and so he doesn't mind much when you choose to keep offering your blood to him. A catch in the rules allows this, contrary to Sanguinem's laws against drinking blood directly from a Human within captivity, Russia's law allows it under the guise of it being a consensual thing, even if you receive something in exchange for it.
you always have and likely always will receive something in exchange for it—his way to entice you back.
humans are very greedy, is always the justification and while it's true you're here to be rewarded for the low low price of potential anaemia, that doesn't mean you enjoy hearing about what he thinks of your kind as a whole. He knows recognition from their King isn't enough, in fact he's very aware of that. He started small, in quantity that is, and he was always conscious of the fact you weren't used to any of this. It's his responsibility to ease you into it lest you pull away from your deal, and that means side effects can't be allowed to hit you too harshly until you're more familiar with what that entails. most nights you can sleep it off easily, never straying far from where he left you though you can never seem to find him when you wake up, though it's not as if you couldn't just ask.
you know better than to ask, once your transaction is over you'd best not overstay your welcome, he doesn't like it when you linger.
─ ୨୧： ky luc
perhaps the easiest to please though not by any means gentle, because for as easy as he is to please it's not nearly as easy to deal with the aftereffects of pleasing him. You can never get your head straight because he just doesn't know when to stop. It's like leaving a small child unsupervised with a large bag of marshmallows and naïvely trusting them to only eat a few—next thing you know half the bag is gone. He gets bored easily however and when it's not obligatory he certainly is not one to extend extra effort to a mere Human he knows solely for the sake of their blood. Bleh, thinking like that makes you sound full of yourself, it makes you want to laugh even.
he is impulsive and manages to find you at the worst time, conveniently finding it in his heart and never his head to ask permission only after he's already done it…and people say chivalry is dead. He does not tolerate back chat of any kind meaning even if you did so happen to make a fuss he probably doesn't care, and when you're so dime a dozen he also doesn't particularly care if you call it quits. Truthfully he does care, just a little bit. It would be a shame to let you go to waste and have to start all over again building up a superficial relationship with a new little livestock.
he promises not to bite so hard this time, but he promised that every other time as well, and he still hasn't got a handle on his excitement.
─ ୨୧： crowley eusford
he's not overly flowery and gentle, nor is he purposefully rough with you. Since you are willing livestock he grants you benefits unwilling livestock do not get, and you are lavished with praises for your cooperation like a good little lamb. Admittedly he's never strayed from making it hurt, especially if he feels you draw it out too much, which is when you lose your speaking privileges and have to be quiet for the remainder of your exchange. You are rewarded, sometimes, with things he acquires from who knows where, "Anything you want" he says and somehow he gets.
most of the time it's food, for when you feel so tired and lightheaded at times no doubt from these very deals you can't make anything and so you want things you can eat without fuss for a while. He gets you things on the surface sometimes, even if they've been reduced to props and are purely for the nostalgic value of knowing what it's like to hold something lost to the apocalypse in your hands. It's a slightly rarer case he does that however as he doesn't go there for leisure, and usually he lets you decide what you want and brings back something else if he can't get it.
he is quite good to you, as long as you're good for him.
─ ୨୧： chess belle
to put it mildly: hell. It's not as if she's completely overexcited and has a bad tendency to lose her sense of self restraint, no, never, what would make anyone think that? …yeah that's exactly what it's like. She treats you something like a ragdoll and likes to play with you in a way, like you're some little mouse she's captured. It could be worse, at least you keep telling yourself that, you've heard from some of the children who have similar arrangements with Ferid about the fact he gives them anything they want from his manor if he likes their blood. You'd think that was great if you didn't also know he's a raging sadist. Chess is…definitely better, at least she doesn't hurt you on purpose.
she doesn't need you all that much, at least able to sustain herself on the amount she gets from you and what the Vampires are given by the state. She's just a bit too much of a glutton to be able to live off the latter alone, though that isn't her fault. You pick up much just by listening and you've noticed little things about her. She's fed and happy after assignments outside of Sanguinem and doesn't need you for a while, but it can also become painful to her if that trip is less than fruitful. She gives you things mostly to keep you quiet about the whole ordeal most especially from Horn, who is to believe she has excellent self-control. You doubt she actually believes that. The extra food is nice though, so you don't have the heart to tell her.
─ ୨୧： horn skuld
unlike Chess she openly admits the fact she has a Human in her back pocket for when she's especially thirsty, it's a thing of indulgence and a ridiculous sense of self-restriction isn't exactly what she considers worth the effort. While she isn't hesitant to admit it, your activities are a thing of secret, what happens in that room stay in that room, even if it may involve indulging her wants for a little Human pup who readily offers it's blood. Yeah…it's strange. It's not as if she wants you to bark of anything, but her presence and manner of speaking alone certainly has you feeling like a dog.
she does acknowledge you must be compensated, but how is a topic of discussion. You share your want and she assesses the value and tales from you accordingly. You mustn't get away with getting more than what you gave, after all. Though you've seen her scold Chess several times you have to admit she has her own side of mischief, though far less free-spirited. I usually comes to you in the form of little jests and giggles at you and the way you act. You're just so adorable, but seemingly not in a completely endearing way, more like seeing something endearingly foolish right in front of her.
again you feel like she sees you the way Humans see dogs, you're surprised she hasn't collared you yet.
Meeting their s/o's reincarnation in the next life, but on the enemy's side
── ୨୧：ky luc, chess belle, crowley eusford x reader (separate)
୨୧﹑synopsis :: a past lover departed all too soon, never supposed to meet them again, though immortality will make that possible. it was never how they expect it to end up.
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, mentions of violence, brief mentions of suicide (staged), implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome if you squint, 90% of these are for chess, she may be ooc, crowley's past s/o is amab, also not explicitly his s/o (historians say they were roommates)
୨୧﹑words :: 4.5k
ky luc apparently WASN'T IN THE FIRST ONE??? 🤨 so anyway our catboy gets put here, Chess' deleted because I fell asleep writing it and istg I could cry Idk hers was an idea that tickled my brain. I was gonna include Horn but then I saw the word count at just Ky and Chess and withered away
part one | part two
─ ୨୧： ky luc
He always knew that at some point, you must leave this world before him.
Ky can remember the times he used to watch his dear lover, his still very Human lover from his very Human life, yet as he leaves that life behind in order to pursue the thing that interests him next he finds that he can not yet stray too far. Even when Sika Madu will scold him for sneaking out he ignores the many warnings in order to see you, watch you more like. It comes from a place of good in his heart.
The person he watches day to day to ensure your health and happiness. As far as you knew, Ky had passed in a tragic accident, though you never were fond of hearing the specifics, and your life goes on with a hole where he used to be. He begins to notice when you come out of your shell again and slowly cheer back up, it's visible in your demeanour and the spring back in your step. Your beautiful smile, your warmth is back for the first time in a while.
It's also very visible when you begin to grow ill, first just a minute cough here and there that began to grow into full-blown fits, you told the Doctor you couldn't breathe at times, and that these fits were beginning to make you dizzy. He could see you deteriorate more and more with each day, and none of the treatments you were trying were working and it frustrated him to no end. Ky rarely knows the specifics of how sick you are, having to wait for you to mention it to someone and only then, it had to be one of the times he was in earshot to hear it, because in your mind he was long dead. You start making the odd jokes every so often that this is 'just Ky becoming impatient', and something tells him you're worse off than you're letting on.
"God, now I'm imagining my dead husband." is your response when he first breaks his deal with Sika Madu not to get too close. Ky doesn't deviate from that narrative, using it as his leeway to take your hand and shush you, telling you to just rest. "Things were finally starting to look up again." You have done nothing but worry him, and now you seem to enjoy that more than ever as you talk to what you still believe is a mirage. "They say that there's nothing they can do, just to arrange my affairs and pray. Perhaps we will be together again sooner than we thought."
And just like that he snaps from his thoughts, staring at one of the soldiers who had arrived on the bus with the gang of teenagers, one who looks so eerily similar to a string of memories he has that it's impossible to shake. Ky could take a picture of that one, travel back in time and hold it up to his lover and he'd see two of the same people staring back at him. It's almost scary, thinking about how easy it would be to break that little soldier even when he wouldn't dream of laying a finger on the person he mistook them for at first.
Just as quickly as you appeared you're running off with those kids telling them not to cause a fuss, like they were little children you're hopelessly trying to parent, and it clicks with him your uniform is different. It's not so drastic you look like you're in a different army but the adornments it holds say enough—the reason you're scolding those five are because you are like their parent. You're one of their superiors. Feasibly any curiosity he may have held would've been much easier to indulge with a standard private rather than an established higher up.
It feels as if it all went too fast, as an innocent little assignment from Lord Urd leads to him getting chased around by this very strong, very angry 'little soldier' who he thought would be so easy to crush between even his fingers like a pesky little insect. Ky thought sacrificing Ferid would be enough, but you ran after him after his retreat like you had a death wish. Indeed, as he manages to grab you by the throat and slam you against the ground where you will stay put, he does finally get to see you closely.
It's as if he looks down at his lover, sleepy and at peace, reaching up to caress his cheek and murmur something to him; he can't quite remember word for word, but he remembers enough. Everything down to the smell of the room ingrains itself within his mind and etched out a clear picture, even the smell is there as he swears he can pick up the faint scent of smoke and wax from the candle he recalls living at your bedside where you would light every night. The feeling of your hand touching his skin and leaving a pleasant ringing in the wake of your fingertips as you stroke his cheek to ask if he's tired yet, all before Ky leans down to place a gentle kiss against your forehead.
Then he realises he has you pinned to the ground, and he's choking the life out of you as you claw at his face after giving up on his hands which had reddened due to how vicious your nails were scratching him. Ky eases up his grip on your neck and you immediately gasp for air, your chest heaving just to try and pull yourself together. He realises he's killing the only trace of you left on this earth, a little soldier who shares your face, and who hates him in just the way you must for what he's done to you.
He can't bring himself to squeeze any harder, he releases you completely and stands from where he had crouched by your side. Ky watches as you roll yourself over and cough on seemingly nothing a couple of times, barely even reacting as he practically scurries away knowing you'll be better off if he leaves while you're stuck in a state you can't possibly chase anymore.
The third time you meet is the middle of your newest battlefield, a mess of blood, fire and the smell of death as you're both standing in the remnants of countless of your comrades. He's far too close, inspecting your neck closely, and his thumb brushes over the deep purple marks imprinted in your skin, the bruises yet to fade. You shove Ky away almost the second he touches you, and he allows it. He's watching you be sent flying within seconds, a chain far too recognisable coming down between you and flicking at you with what looked like barely any force. You had been relatively passive until now, but it must've taken you from observer to fighter. Offence fighter. It's what tips you from tolerant, and he can only assume you saw it as a breach of this relatively peaceful interaction. You launch yourself at him, weapon in hand, and he's forced to weigh his opinions in the few seconds he has to decide whether or not to strike. It feels as if time stops just for this decision, and he wonders, if he couldn't kill you before what changed?
Even if he wanted to, Ky knows he could never hurt you, the you he loved that is, but you look so much like that person…you look so much like that person he can't take the thought.
He wonders if you ever once hesitated in your decision the way he has every time he's tried to hurt you, but contrary to how he imagined it, he doesn't feel even a hint of pain. If he wasn't watching his body collapse to his knees and begin to deteriorate into the air, he wouldn't even know you'd cut his head off. It feels peaceful. It feels peaceful to think of what life could've been if he had never left you in the first place. He certainly wouldn't be watching Lest Karr charge at you in a fit of childish anger, nor would he have seen what became of you as he is now. Perhaps he could've gone with you, to the place where you found your peace, your family. He can only think back again, back to what you last said to him, about seeing him again…at the time you couldn't wait.
"At last, we'll be together again, love. I'm sorry I made you wait so long."
─ ୨୧： chess belle
The turn of the century offers you just about everything you could ever ask for in a life of crime and con artistry — an atmosphere, clothes, the people, the places, the boom in the economy that was making you richer and richer — and you both cash your cheques with a laugh knowing you'll be set for a while now, this will tide you over even if you decide to have a little fun and drink together like you don't have a limit.
Many people look at the way you look at each other and scowl, but it's never stopped you before. The thing that would stop you sounds closer to a bad con, or more like cheating. You suspect one of the players is observing the cards of the people around the table through a third party, the one serving you drinks, so you slip an unwanted card away under your clothes where it's out of sight while nobody is looking too closely. You thought it was fine, until you win the round now with more than a few cards tucked away and suddenly he explodes. It's so unreasonable it completely ruins the mood, but nobody wants to stand against him.
He obviously knows you're a 'damn con artist' as he puts it, but playing dumb and collecting Chess from the other table insisting to her you have to leave now doesn't get you far. You both decide to get out of town and move on before the whole ordeal is blown out of proportion. It already is as he's got his panties in a twist over the money you just made him lose, valuable time he could've spent playing someone who wasn't a cheating bitch. You know it's safer not to loiter just because there's profit to be made, there's so many better places you can run to with your darling girlfriend that one place will mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, and you'll find some place where you can happily marry whether or not deception may be necessary.
You're not exactly sure how a card game where you returned the notion of cheating to win ended this way, with a gun to your head in a place where Chess would find you. A pen in your hand and a piece of paper in front of you, writing exactly what you're told word by word as it evolves into what looks like a suicide note. You're not in love with her anymore, and you won't live a loveless life. You can't fathom those things let alone writing them for her to read and blame herself for your death. You try to work things in under his nose, stupid pet names you've never called her before, or that she heard and laughed uncontrollably because you were intentionally being embarrassing or some event that never happened as you're told to 'give an explanation'. The last thing you write is how you can't stand her abuse anymore, and you know that she'll know you don't have a say in this, you know she's never actually raised a hand to you or chewed you out when you didn't do something to deserve it.
Chess finds you some hours later, taking your body in her arms even when she hears the gun fall to the ground, you're staining her clothes with blood and she's covering her hands in it just to cradle you in her arms begging you to come back.
You find yourself bound and restrained, laying on the bed you'd been sleeping in in a daze where the little purple-haired Vampire has you held down with her own body straddling your waist and pressing you into the mattress. It feels like she's draining you, and you can't push her away when your arms are tied. You feel light-headed. You aren't even sure how you ended up here, vaguely recalling her asking if she can keep 'this one' in reference to you. You think you were ambushed by her. At some point she decided to keep you more than ever, and had taken you home with her where you had been for a few days now. Sometimes Horn watches you to see exactly what she's has been doing with her new toy, sometimes you're alone with Chess and she's oddly tender.
It's one of the times you're alone, and you're trying to think of how many days it's been since she began this. "I thought I would never see you again." She says it suddenly, like you're supposed to know what she's talking about as she lays down beside you, "We made that guy so mad he got us kicked out, but we had lots of fun in that place." You turn your head to look at her, and she reaches up to stroke your cheek.
"Can…Can I be untied yet…" You almost don't want to interrupt her, but there's an ache in your joints from how uncomfortable it is and you wonder if catching her at this moment will make her comply.
"Hmph!" She pushes herself back up and sits back on top of you, her thighs squeezing you tightly, "Are you gonna run away?" You vigorously shake your head, a noise something like a whimper escaping you. "You're not much like you used to be y'know, or maybe you just aren't like that for me anymore… Are you always this much of a fraidy cat?"
She shuffles back to make room for you to sit up, reaching behind you to untie you as she said she would. "You've been keeping me as livestock after killing all of my friends." The amount of relief you feel having your arms freed is indescribable, "Sorry I'm not all over you."
"Hm. It's just like we were when we first met, except you thought I was a fraidy cat. The police wouldn't investigate your death, they were glad one of us was gone."
"My what?" You can't quite follow what she's saying, though you can piece some things together. She seems to have mistaken you for someone she used to know, and she loves that person enough to be delusional to the fact that if they're dead and you're supposedly them, you can't be under her 'care' right now. She is so unimaginably gentle towards you that you allow it when she wants to curl up in your arms, partly out of fear and partly just so she'll think twice about hurting you again if she thinks you're warming up to her.
On and off for months she comes to you, allowing you minimal freedom but slowly providing you more trust. She let's you wander, but not too far, keeping you mostly in the one room where she visits you and feeds you, she tells you a lot about who you used to be. You understand now, and you're so grateful she found you again. It's a pity you don't have any memories of that but she never spares a detail in telling you all about it. You used to think she was keeping you something like her pet, but you start to grow more and more fond of her.
You let her have you, now that you know she's just trying to help her misguided lover break away from how much the Humans brainwashed you. You can't ask for more, even when people are starting to question why she devotes so much attention to a Human, even Horn wants to know. She especially wants to know whether Chess is just dancing about the rather glaring issue: your body will not remain this way forever, you'll grow out of looking the way she remembers you very soon. She insists Chess must give you her blood, right in front of the both of you, and Chess initially brushes it off.
Then she starts thinking, the best way to keep you by her side is to never be able to be killed by the likes of Humans ever again. Besides, if she does that, then you'll finally be safe. The Humans won't even want you back let alone try brainwashing you into believing Vampires are unruly monsters again. Yes, this way, you will truly be safe from them and all their lies.
"Will you let me give you my blood now? You never have to die again, we'll always be together."
─ ୨୧： crowley eusford
There is a semblance of repose he finds in speaking to you, a crusader still in training just under him, and Crowley finds your antics rather amusing if not a little out of line sometimes. It isn't easy to reign you in until he's more practised at the 'skill', but something about just how carefree you can manage to be is a relief to him, a breath of fresh air he isn't used to. He likes listening to you laugh about something childish and possibly quite stupid in his eyes, not because he completely shares your idea of humour but just because he likes your look of joy. He likes seeing you try to run away to escape the children who have decided you're the coolest person in the world all for their entertainment, so they can 'catch' you and brag about it.
Most of all, Crowley likes that you'll come visit him if and when you please, not because of any particular obligation to do so or because someone asks. Sometimes he just likes hearing about what you have to say, even if you just came to him bubbling with excitement about something you absolutely had to tell anyone right this second. He's flattered you choose him for that all the time. Of course you listen to him, and you have made remarks that you feel like more than just friends, ending it with 'like brothers'.
He doesn't think of you that way, something more than friends, but not brothers, it just…doesn't feel right. He wants more from you, but that seems to be more you can't provide, especially not in your current position, not when you want to be a holy knight so badly. You may be a bit of a goof ball, but you try to take your oaths seriously. You try to ease his mind with a promise that you'll keep coming to him for your bouts of energy. Crowley treats that as a vow, a silly vow and rather innocent but a vow no less.
He knew that one day it would happen, and you'd find yourself out in the world at war. What he didn't expect was for you to end up on the ground in a heap, a pool of blood forming around you. A hand is desperately trying to cover the wound and stop the bleeding. There's so much blood that even if he did stop it your vision is already waning, your consciousness wearing thin. He tries to take hold of your hand, though you can't seem to find where his hand is as you grab at the air, then finally he takes your hand. The frustration that had been building on your face dissipates as you manage to relax and almost melt into the arm that's holding you up. You slur your words when you try to speak to him, feeling him hold you tighter than he had been before the hand that you had been leaning on was at your head, holding you close to him.
Neither of you pay attention to the battle raging on around you, the screams and bloodshed, not to the body that falls right in front of you or at the metallic sound of swords clashing, a harsh sound. Suddenly you can't feel the ground beneath you, and Crowley fumbles in place trying to keep you steady. "You have to keep fighting, Sir Crowley."
"No! No, we're going home." He tries to insist that, but you know you'd never make it close to home, nor will you as he falters and is forced to drop back to his knees and lower you down. "Let's go home." He says.
"We can't go home. Don't leave everyone else just for me, they need you." He doesn't want to listen, trying to convince you to save your strength. It won't help anything and he knows that, but he's clinging to your life more than you are, until he knows he's holding nothing but an empty shell in his arms. He still doesn't want to let go, but one of his comrades is urging him to get up and fight. Avenge him.
He notices one of the Demon Army uniforms pass by him out of the corner of his eye, and as soon as he looks over he sees you sitting beside him in the passenger seat where Ferid had wandered off from. It's not unwelcome but he finds it odd that you'd be so comfortable, or maybe just choosing his company over Ferid's pestering. He likes having company, but he doesn't like company that talks as much as his dearest friend, something about it sounds…different. It's not as enjoyable when they don't seem to have a lot of enthusiasm, he can't make their eyes light up with questions, they just speak for the sake of speaking.
"We saved a Mother and child, from the horsemen, just before we spotted you guys actually. It makes me wonder if we'll run into more but since we haven't spotted any so far, I think we should be fine. Spotting them has never really been my strong suit, and I'm kinda tired so I'm not 100% right now— Oh, but uh, anyway, getting ahead of myself again. Do you always have to deal with that?" You ask, glancing over away from the road, unable to deal with how awkward it was after spilling every thought you'd had in the past house while you were just trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep. "With him, I mean."
He's noticed you tucked away in the corner of the group the whole time, never having much to say and none of them really seemed to know what to say to you either. You seem more like an outlier who just so happened to be there as well, not well known enough to be instantly part of conversation but too important to be left behind. He's starting to take a liking to you, or at least a liking to the way you talk, it's strangely familiar like you've known him for years and can talk to him so casually. He has next to no idea who you ever are.
"It's all he's done since the day we met. I take it that deserting the army wasn't exactly what you had in mind?"
"My team died, it was my fault." You confess, turning your eyes to the floor, shifting your feet, "I turned my back for a second and suddenly all hell broke loose. I saw Narumi and followed." Despite that you don't sound distraught, just inconvenienced, but maybe you'd adopted the mentality that crying about it won't bring them back.
"What were you supposed to do? Fight off all the danger they were in by yourself?"
"I should've coordinated them better, and maybe then they wouldn't have died." Your smile fades, but your mind quickly starts to wander. "Do you mind if I sleep here for a while? I don't think I've slept in days."
"We're almost there, so it probably won't be very long. Sleep when we get there instead."
One scare later and you're so exhausted you could collapse any second, Crowley himself notices as much when you decline a test of skill and pass right by him. He comes to see you later, to ask if you'd like to go see what's downstairs and see what's down there now that everyone's chatting amongst themselves and has moved on from it. You decline again, but you're in the mood to talk again, and he wants to hear you talk, so he sits on the edge of the bed you took up and are laying in.
Crowley begins to pick up on things, little things, even in the way he's heard about you from asking around. Apparently the kids in the town you took refuge in liked you, their awesome and very respected Lieutenant who ran around with them playing their games to keep them entertained. Apparently you're easy enough to get along with. He agrees with that, finding you interesting just to listen to, it's a strange thing. He forgot what is was like to have someone so excited to talk, and with you bring a soldier…no, that's a whimsical thought. You have no idea who he is, just that he's more than happy to listen.
You're just so welcoming toward him, so reminiscent of that person he knew and who he held in his arms. Crowley knows that man is dead, he felt him still in his arms, and he felt his breath stop, the blood that coated his hands and the dull look in his eyes uncharacteristic of him. He looks at you in the same way he looked at him and he sees someone that isn't you staring back at him. He doesn't have the same kind of feeling, but give it enough time and he'll find himself head over heels for that memory you ignite in him. The memory of him listening to you talk, and the memory of losing you.
He likes to listen to you, he likes your company. He spends more time around you, and you accept him as the closest person you have in this new circle. You are becoming an object of his affections, and he welcomes you as you stray from your group to follow him. He knows how to protect you this time, from anything, as your title is returned to nothing in the face of millennia old monsters he will be there to fix it. Even if he's a little too late, having a Vampire by your side means a little stab wound would never be enough to kill you.
He doesn't quite believe the fact you may very well be his dear friend reincarnated, but that will hardly keep him from protecting you all the same.
I was wondering if I could request an angsty/sad scenario or something with Urd, Ky luc and Rigr?
Honestly I just wanna cry and I love your writing and these dude and i need smt to cry about💀💕
Some angst for you.
FEATURES: urd geales, ky luc, rígr stafford
CW: baby straight up dies beware, smug doctors, bad writing, reader is mildly a bitch to Lest in Rígr's
WC: 3.1k
NOTES: if I recall correctly I got a request like this a while ago but had no idea what to do with it, I have since made Neru (an unrelated character of mine who so happens to work really well in this context) so Rígr got spoiled because I had the opportunity to write about her (still x gn!reader but the storyline is hers), admittedly the other two are kinda meh but I'm not that comfortable with angst yet so I just need time
₊˚⊹꒷ urd geales
you thought it would work, you really did. A pleasant doctor of a time when doctoring didn't mean what it does now, something based purely on your curiosity and the way you reacted to things you were never meant to witness that made him like you.
initially a rocky start, he'd be more than glad to never have you shove your fingers in his mouth again. The sentiment was endearing though, someone he viewed as fragile by design that took a morbid interest in him as something that worked in the world of the living only a few steps away from death. You once thought it would be something that would 'change the medical field as we know it' but you came to understand all too soon his great reluctance to do so.
it was the second time he'd drank your blood, the first time he'd lost control to do it, something he doesn't enjoy about being around you while you work is the lingering stench of blood in the air that follows you. His intention has never been to hurt you, the little doctor who won't seem to leave him alone, and he won't deny good company. Of course you're the first to react, clicking your tongue and tutting over the fact he bite somewhere you can't treat by yourself easily. All the while his head is in your lap sputtering his apologies as how he doesn't know the why or how he lost composure, and even a hand on his head and a quiet reassurance doesn't help.
you say he worries too much, he says he doesn't worry enough. Something about you lessens his self-restraint, and he hurts you again and again in fits of blind hunger, like his own body resists the notion of having a Human around at all, but you won't leave and be can't force you, so each time you and your bag of tools and supplies arrive at his side he tries to accept it and maintain his composure.
he can't figure out why you smell so strongly of blood, devising it must be your previous wounds or your patient's. You're happy again for a time, and the urges and impulses to hurt you stop, giving you time to return to the happiness and leisure you once enjoyed. He feels comfortable in himself again, and he relaxes just enough to let you close, sleep in a spare bed just a room away and wake up in the morning all within an alarming distance of him in the name of helping the people of this town in their time of need.
you take your patients elsewhere, and head off at dawn every morning, watching as the townspeople slowly improve and the sickness that had hit it began to stave off as you in all of your wisdom and perhaps dumb luck were charming the people back to health with your goofy little jokes and remarks.
you stay with him, the little doctor who ran into him in rather dire circumstances, saw a Vampire right before your eyes and decided you absolutely must investigate it and the body. He was so caught off guard by just the thought that you were standing there in awe staring into his eyes like they were a set of precious ruby jewels that he didn't even think to react, and like a little stray he had fed a scrap of food you followed him home and made it abundantly clear you were not to be trifled with. Like a child you'd stick your fingers in his mouth without warning, and ignore his scoldings not to do that in the name of research as you had already decided you needed to know everything there was to know about this ‘rare condition’ of his.
"I'm heading off tomorrow, this town no longer needs me." your words hit him like a shockwave, even if they make sense. You're a travelling doctor, so you go places you feel need help and find refuge at an inn somewhere, it just so happened you were enjoying a free stay with him. "Urd?"
he blinks, then looks up, "Already? It's only been—"
"For me that's longer than I've stayed anywhere, a few weeks is a lot closer to my welcome and any more than that has me overstaying. It was pure luck that I came across a dire situation." you try to explain it to him in a way someone not a doctor could still grasp, that people start to treat your services like commodities and come to you for the slightest of colds that don't require your assistance. You're too free spirited and curious to be held down for too long.
but the thirst returns, and it claws at his throat more than ever before, now working the opposite way than he recalls as you were doing exactly what he seemed to be wanting.
you're so helpless fast asleep, and you're right there, like presenting him with a glass of aged wine and expecting him not to drink it when it's the exact bottle he wants so badly, and something about you will never leave him.
"I know you're there." your voice startles him, but he calms himself quickly, "Did you miss me already?"
"…Thirsty." he answers, hesitating and questioning himself before ultimately walking closer. "It came back."
"Then do it. You can sit that close, can't you? Stop making a fuss out of every little thing."
the more he drinks the more he knows he should stop, with you the little doctor squirming under him in what you called discomfort but never pain. The less you squirm the less you feel pain, the less you squirm the less conscious you are and he knows that much, but every impulse that tells him to stop before he kills you tells him to drink until your blood sweetens with the verge of death drawing closer and your body slowly shutting down. Your squirming turns to a limp compliance perhaps not of your own volition but of a sense that even if you were to fight you'd hurt yourself, or maybe you've just reached the stage Humans start to wish they die.
and so you do, right there in his arms, and your lifeless body refuses to respond to any of his attempts to preserve your life once the regret comes to slap him across the face.
₊˚⊹꒷ ky luc
"Will you read a story for me, Papa?" your little hand passes the book you want up to him, and he pats his lap for you.
the times of the first are gone, though he leaves behind the children he created, and the children he rebirthed. Not all of them were victims, and not all of them completely let go, though he was warned that he shouldn't do what he had thought was such a wonderful idea at the time.
everyone hates their ‘parent’ at some point. He should've listened to that warning at the time, even when he just wasn't ready to let go yet, and while his love for you is frozen in time with him, yours wavers with the effects of being well past the age of maturity and still stuck in the body of a seventeen-year-old. Urd says it's temporary and agrees to try to help you calm down from this fit of rage you've gone into and won't come out of, you think it's forever and act like you'll never love him again at times. You have every right to be holding the things you were against him, he deserves every word you speak to him.
he misses when you were small and precious, your greatest care was the loud banging outside or the tree that scratched at your bedroom window and gave you a fright until you worked up the nerve to go wake your Papa up for help from the monster under the bed. These days you haven't a glance to spare at him, and he knows why—you feel abandoned by him, you miss your Mother, you don't understand why it had to be turned and not one of your siblings, why he had to curse you this way.
he doesn't know what you get up to in the daytime, given that you can wander as far as you please and simply don't care to listen to him. He's heard from one of the younger Vampires you went ‘back home’, not to your real home but to the place where Shikama Dōji once brought you all, and you're getting awfully close to his motives and into his business. He knows even if he worried until his head fell off he could never hope to defy that kind of influence.
you wilfully ignore his every plea to come home and let him fix things, be a better Father, work things out and try to give you the freedom you keep wanting without the need to worry about where you are all the time, and again all he hears is that you went home.
what strikes him more than anything is a letter, not from you but from the very same person who said you were there, and he's told the real reason you never answer is because you never see the letters at Shikama's own request, claiming something about how you were irritated by it and it was causing your hatred to swell and burn. It was for the best that he did not speak to you, and if you felt he was respecting your choices that you might come around quicker.
very soon, you would be leaving to go elsewhere with him, though the letter didn't say where, just that you didn't share the details and didn't intend to.
your hatred for him is one thing, but to possibly never see you or even know where you are in the world is too much to handle, and he finally makes the trip to go see you for himself to beg you to stay.
you're already gone by the time he gets there, even Urd tells him so.
"Papa? There's a scary noise in my room like a monster under my bed." he will always recall your sweet little voice, the ones that made him so reluctant to let you go at all, "Can you look for me?"
he didn't want you to stay forever, he only wanted for you to keep coming to him when you were scared, to never be afraid that you were alone in the world, and somehow he managed to leave you there under the impression you were alone, and he was refusing to listen to what you wanted until you room it into your own hands and did it anyway.
though he never could leave you, his dear child, you can leave your Father easily.
₊˚⊹꒷ rígr stafford
a feeling of betrayal, and it's worse than it had been before, now faced with the betrayer who smiles at you so joyously as he always did before, but a new face stares back at you.
"Have you been well, darling?"
you have been anything but well and you have to swallow the urge not to slap him for saying something so heartless when he knows the answer already. You'd give anything right about now to wipe that smile off his face and stitch his mouth shut so you never have to hear another word out of it, another lie or another word of painful truth. You'd give the world if he never spoke again, even after waiting so many years to hear his voice just one more time.
"Very." is all you can muster, and you both know that's a lie.
"We have plenty of time to catch up now, don't be shy, I want to know where you went." again it would be nice to slap him right about now, but the cage between him and you courtesy of Urd is keeping him safe and you at a distance to avoid feeling the effects it causes.
"You're very glad to be caged up right now." you know he would be, naturally, surrounded by people who watch him and fear his reputation without having met the man a day in their lives, currently watching you bicker at each other like an old married couple, "However will I get to you when entering it could be debilitating to me?"
"Would you?"
"In your dreams."
the scoff that follows says enough, knowing you wouldn't set foot in there even if you were paid to. He seems to ignore it, along with the rest of your attitude and sass as he has been the entire time, perhaps just glad to get you talking even when you would think the last thing he'd want was to talk it out.
"I'm staying here out of respect for Urd’s work, I could get out."
"Stop deluding yourself. You're lucky to still be moving your mouth." you only want to know when he will be back, because as of now you're not having much fun being the babysitter.
when he does come back however, you will be long gone from this cage to relax and let your guard down somewhat, seeing as you have been forced to remain on high alert since arriving by one circumstance or another. You've dealt with enough of that to last a good generation more.
if Urd could hurry up, that would be nice, and maybe then you'd know peace as he'd have something else from the past to bother. His regard for you is that of feigned interest, like he doesn't mean nor care about the things he says, perhaps because they're not the things he wants to hear at all. The things he wants are far too personal to be spoken in a place of so many strangers.
"Don't talk to him." Lest is at your side, even knowing you won't want to take him seriously, "He's dangerous."
"I know," you say, "it's just a bit of light banter, he's playing too coy to ask a real question anyway."
he bites his tongue at what he wants to say as you wave him off with a dismissive hand, though you can hear he doesn't move, at least in some way sensing it’s not entirely out of irritation with him specifically. Your current mood is very dependent on a certain someone playing ball, which he is clearly starkly against doing as he has his fun scaring those who made stories out of him in the first place.
you think he must've been talking to Lest behind your back as Ky fills the growing silence, and in a sense you wonder if he's trying to ease your response. "You know I heard all of the legends about him, but I never even met him because I was turned in a different region, though I was curious."
"Oh? You never told me this."
"All the legends I heard, they're all very old. You knew him before, is he really all that powerful?" you bide his curiosity knowing he's as curious as anyone else around you, at least in your mind, the only difference is he thinks he's impervious to harm from him, "He lost to Ferid of all Vampires. I mean seriously?"
even you could tell that was pathetic, or calculated, by Rígr, that is, you know him too well to actually think that he would lose without reason. Ky is young, he doesn't know him the way he used to be. "He is, but right now his actions seem more akin to a little child, throwing a temper tantrum and running away from home until his dear little brother dragged him back to explain himself. That is what your grand plan is, isn't it? To abandon the notion of progress to fixate on the past."
his smile can get your blood boiling, like he’s amusing with himself, a giggling little child. "Is Urd angry with me?"
"Does the grass still grow on a Wednesday?"
"You're starting to sound like our Father, you know?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, for your sake."
"Maybe you should see where Lord Urd is!" as soon as you’re interrupted you can’t help sighing, though you know he’s right. You’re doing yourself no good standing here, and he’s only revelling in how angry he can make you, provoking you more. You heard from Urd himself he was enjoying doing it, but not knowing Ky makes it seem a lot more reasonable to assign him the job of babysitting him—he’d only get mad on Urd’s behalf, but wouldn’t act against his orders.
you find that even your word against Urd’s is useless, even when you argue with him he stands firm in his decision, falling to Rígr’s word and letting him free from the cage he had trapped him in. If only he wasn’t presenting some good ideas right about now you’d be digging a hole to bury him in, and you wouldn’t be letting him within the length of a ten foot pole of you let alone the arm’s reach he stands at.
"I don’t think I will ever forgive you." you manage to admit that much, "I cannot just move past the fact you left me for so long, not like Urd did."
he stops, and he clearly hesitates, "I know you won’t." he says, "I know you hold grudges too well for that."
"It’s an endearing trait."
"I know it is." he half chuckles to himself, though his arm drops back to his side and he makes a face something between disappointment and a solemn knowing look. A part of him knew even when he left that something about your relationship would never be the same, a distance between you he didn’t expect to take so long, but there was a choice he made between your safety and his own selfish desire to take you with him and run off somewhere you could plan your revenge.
it was a lot closer to being his revenge; you never did show an interest in the past. He truly was fixated, though part of that was on the things he would never do with you, and part of it became out of love, even knowing he was sabotaging everything.
how was he supposed to be sure you were safe with the First roaming free? He could never rest thinking there might be a day you would both be caught up in his schemes again.
so he deemed it a necessary evil, and he left you where he thought you would be safe forever.
୨୧﹑synopsis :: when two gremlins love each other very much it is a disaster actively happening (we skipped the waiting part)
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: child reader (get them away), gn reader, ky is an expectedly horrible influence, implied to be set some time pre-apocalypse, child endangerment (of other children) 👍, not proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 713
someone help everyone around these two because they're suffering as a result of the antics these two morons cause (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) I wonder if they cause enough property damage for Urd to get told about it
even if he's a little off his rocker, Ky seems like he'd be good to a little sibling, especially one quite young and unable to care for themselves alone. both as a distant but present elder brother who only visits on occasion and as a present elder brother who is the sole caretaker of his likely adopted young sibling.
he's a horrible role-model though, just fun to be around. he is like every gremlin child's dream, because if there's something out there he wants to do chances are that they'll love it, like bombs lots of bombs. you think he's never blown up something because he thinks it would look cool? well get your earmuffs and come see, you'll like it, that's a promise.
he takes you places no child should ever go, carries you around on his back to get there, most importantly doesn't let you out of his sight half the time and if you manage you can expect to be picked up and moved back to where you're supposed to be like a weightless little rag doll in the arms of a slightly-more-cautious-than-usual child.
of course he is unable to be at your side all the time, but tries to perfectly time his 'work' hours to conveniently slot into the times which you're at school or out with friends, and if he can't manage that well guess where you're off to? he's sure your best friend will want to go to the park suddenly and they can provide the supervision.
sometimes you really hope Ky can do that because the way less fun alternative when even that doesn't work out is the event in which he begrudgingly has to scoop you up and take you with him to dump you in the hands of Urd Geales who has so little for an overactive gremlin child to do around him that it's like visiting your ailing Grandfather in the nursing home. you have an awful habit of making it look like you really hate him and clinging to his leg until he manages to shake you off, giving some over-dramatic speech about how "You can't leave me with him! This man hates all kinds of fun!" even while 'this man' stands right behind you, watching you. you sure enjoy making that awkward.
the second he gets back from hours upon possible hours of boredom and possibly even trying to wait up for him, when he's finally home you once again get to curl up with him and finally go to sleep in his lap after being a right pest all evening. you seem fine with him, comfortable and more at ease.
when school starts Ky tries his best to walk you there every day, letting you hold his hand and look at all the cool bugs you want along the way. often picking them up to show him and asking what you should name them.
on top of that he's given you your second awful habit of picking on Lest Karr at every given opportunity. should you do it? no. is he going to stop you? well, he didn't hear anything. he thinks it's funny when you giggle a yell for his help knowing you're not really in any danger, he won't actually hurt you and just chases you back to Ky thinking you'll grow out of it eventually (you will not).
you think his dedication to caring for you despite the obvious rift between you is nice, remembering to feed you by little reminders he has and taking you to go grocery shopping with him to pick out snacks. bath times are at a set time so that you can't get away with going days without bathing like he knows you'll try to. he has somewhat fluid bed times however, since sometimes you like to sleep on the couch on top of him especially after a bath when he puts your pyjamas on and lets you cuddle up to him, watch some tv and wind down.
it's hard to get you to go to sleep sometimes, so if he has to be stuck there with you for a few hours until you wake up and have to do it all over again, he's fine going to sleep along with you.
FEATURES: ferid bathory, crowley eusford, ky luc, urd geales
CW: none
WC: 420 (hehe)
NOTES: not short, can't relate
ferid bathory
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Ferid would tease you about it a lot and use it to his advantage when he does.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He probably likes to hold things you want from him above his head so you can't reach it. Watching you try to get it from him is a highlight of his day.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He would also watch you try to reach a high place on your own and not help until you asked him. You are a good source of entertainment for him if you are too stubborn to ask for his help.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 "Did you say something Darling? You know I can't hear you when you mumble like that~" You know damn well he heard, he just wants you to say it again.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 If you get mad at him for just standing there and neglecting to help when you clearly need it, it only makes it more amusing for him.
crowley eusford
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 How's the weather down there?
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Crowley would react a little bit like Ferid. He would find it very amusing to watch you trying to do things he can do very easily.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He might laugh a little bit, but he will help you, even if you are too stubborn to ask.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 When you cuddle, he would point it out because he is so tall. He would put his hand somewhere on your body just to tease you about how easy it is to beat you in size.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Have fun trying to be the big spoon.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 If you ever get mad at him he would probably just laugh and think about how adorable you are.
₊˚⊹꒷ ky luc
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 How precious. You can consider Ky the most helpful.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 I think he wouldn't want to seriously upset his lover but he does slip a tease or two in there on the way. He doesn't get why being that adorable is to be sad about.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He is the professional top shelf reacher.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 If he has work to do, you might be lost for what to do without him because he is always there to get things for you.
₊˚⊹꒷ urd geales
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 Urd is...maybe not home to reach the top shelf for you.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He's probably off working, but luckily he lets you come too sometimes.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 When he works alone, he lets you sit on his lap while he works. Your size makes it easy to see over your head and he likes to have you with him when he works sometimes, you being there helps de-stress him.
⊹ ִֶָ𓂅 He might not get a lot of work done though, hence why it's only sometimes.
