Laios x Reader (Male, Monster) Romantic or Platonic
Word Count: 763
Summary:
You’re a creature of the dungeons. A monster. All adventures that looked at you had tired their damnedest to slay you. You thought you would die as you lived. Violent and angry.
Now you just want to rest. There are no threats here. Just warm blankets, unlikely friends, and some much needed cuddles.
Laios is more than happy to provide that and more.
Song Listened to While Writing: La Petite Fille de la Mer
[No warnings]
This was a little out of character for you.
Now don’t get me wrong. You weren’t exactly expecting to tag along with this rag tag bunch in the first place. The dungeons were a place where you had to fight for survival. It wasn’t just adventures you had to worry about; Other monsters, traps, starvation, and sickness are also just scratching the surface. You thought you’d die as you lived, violently fighting. For a moment, you didn’t have to be like that.
Snores could be heard around the room you were in. A fire was dying out in the middle of it. The crackling sounds of the burnt wood almost unnoticed. The warmth that came from the flames dying alongside its light. The lower half of your body lay on the colder stone floor while your upper half was curled up on Laios’ lap.
“I didn’t think you’d ever let me get this close,” Laios whispered. He practically had stars in his eyes.
He’d been waiting for a moment like this. A moment to study. Poke and prod. Unfortunately for him, be it a werecat or house cat, he lacks the knowledge on how to approach them. Dogs are friendly. They will wag their tails when they see you and he easily matches their energy. Felines on the other hand are usually the opposite. You need to give them space, respect boundaries. Be quiet and calm. Let them come to you before you come to them.
All things Laios struggles with… especially with monsters.
The reason as to why he was so calm now is because the rest of the party was in a deep rest. He’d rather not get cursed out by an angry halfling. Even so, he could hardly keep his excitement. He didn’t know why you were getting so comfortable with him but he didn’t really care. Being able to look at you up close was exhilarating.
The reason you were doing this now?
Maybe the spare blankets you were thrown felt too cold. Maybe it was for safety in numbers. Maybe… you wanted to feel less alone for a night. Maybe this was the nicest you’ve had it in a long while.
Maybe this blonde idiot was worming his way into your trust faster than you’d ever admit it.
“The hair on your face is a bit softer than I expected it to be,” He whispered to you, “Especially your cheeks.”
His hands were roaming all over your face. He was gentle, like a nice face massage. This soft touch alone made your body practically melt into him. The luxury of being treated so softly wasn’t something you thought you could achieve.
He continued to nerd out, “Your pattern is so pretty as well,” fingers traced them out. When he finally stopped he cupped your face once more.
“You’re such a handsome creature,” he cooed out. “Such a handsome man.”
If there wasn’t a fire slowly burning out you’d think he was the one lighting up the room. The genuine excitement of his words felt like your heart was being lifted. It wasn’t long after he said those words that a deep, guttural vibration came from your throat. You have no idea how hard you are making Laios struggle to stay quiet right now.
“You’re so fascinating…” he softly stated, “Such a good boy…”
He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on your nose. You can smell the lingering scent of what he last ate. You weren’t able to think too much about it though. He pulled your face closer to his, your foreheads were flush against each other. At this point you were lying on top of him. He certainly didn’t seem to mind. Even so, you rolled over, now beside him. Save for an arm and leg that was still laid over his body.
Laios, on the other hand, seemed like he wanted to crawl into your fur with how tight he was hugging you. He didn’t want this moment to end just yet. Even as he could feel his eyes growing heavy he fought to keep his arms around you. Afraid that at any moment you’d be sick of him and go back into your distant personality. But you didn’t. The whole night you laid beside him. You held on just as tight. You fought just as hard.
You’d use to wish for nights with security like this. A moment to finally rest. Yet even now, you fight. This defeat didn’t hurt like the others would have. You’d gladly lose over and over.
