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Change | Monster Boyfriend

You weren’t a fan of change. It was just something new to get used to, and you didn’t see the point of changing your schedule when it already was fine. But then you were broken up with, and a morning text turned into silence, a midweek date after work turned into eating at the diner alone, and every little thing that reminded you of him was either returned to him, or thrown in a box that was shoved deep into your closet.

You weren’t a fan of change. But you were forced to become one. Because if you didn’t, you’d still be stuck in the past, and you didn’t want to think about him anymore. Even if you two did still live in the same small town that the both of you grew up in.

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Your hand came down on the alarm, shutting up the annoying beeping that was the only reason you bought the thing in the first place. Taking a breath, you rubbed your eyes, sat up and stretched, feeling your bones pop and crack as you moved the blanket, turned your legs off the bed, and stood up, albeit begrudgingly.

After a shower and getting dressed, you went into the small kitchen of your townhouse, making yourself a bowl of oatmeal to at least eat something before you went into work. You got used to leaving your phone by your bedside table, preferring not to use it in the morning anymore, since in the beginning you’d wait like a dog does its master for that simple ‘good morning’ text. You shook your head free from the thought before you went down that rabbit hole, eating your somewhat bland breakfast, washing up the dishes and setting them aside to dry.

You slipped a pair of shoes on, and then grabbed your bag, going back to your room to grab your phone. Shoving it into your pocket, you made your way out the door and into your car, even though it was only ten minutes away if you walked. Still, you drove to your place of work, a quaint little pop and pop florist shop, owned by an older couple who used to babysit you when you were a kid.

You walked in, hearing the bell and going into the back to clock in, then going out to flip the sign to show that the shop was open and you found your seat behind the counter. Hearing steps behind you, you glanced back, smiling when you saw Laurie and Samuel. You saw the Dwarf and Elf smile back at you, and you leaned against the counter when you turned the stool to look at them. “You two are down here early, what’s the occasion?”

“Nothing,” Laurie was quick to dismiss, but the glance down to his husband was more than enough to tell you that it wasn’t just nothing.

“You’re still a bad liar, Laurie,” you said. “You two gonna tell me the truth or what?”

Laurie grimaced, but much to his visible relief, Samuel started speaking, voice gruff, like he just woke up, which he probably did, the Dwarf was never an early riser. “We thought you’d do better in tha’ back today, hm?”

“And…why’s that?” You asked, brows knitting together. You never went in the back, ever. It was always something Samuel took over because he liked the gardening aspect, while Laurie was the star seller out of the three of you. “Did I do something?”

They shook their heads quickly and Laurie took back over. “No…just…you know how this town is, people talk.”

“Right, we live in a small town, what’s going on?” The Elf took a breath, biting his lip.

“We know how hard you took the breakup, and we didn’t want you to be upfront if Callum comes in today,” he said after a moment. You tensed, but managed to ask one thing before your mind went blank.

“Why would he even come in here? He’s like the last guy that would come in here…” Trailing off, your heart clenched, but you weren’t going to show what you were thinking, not if it had the chance that you were wrong.

The two, however, noticed, reading the way your hands clenched your knees and how your shoulders got stiff. “...It’s going around that he’s going on a date with a new hire at the garage.”

You tried not to react, you really, truly did, but no matter how soft Laurie’s tone was, you still bit back the urge to tear up, your fists clenching against your legs. It had only been three months since the break up, and while you knew that he was allowed to move on, start dating again, you couldn’t help the way that the thought of him dating someone else made you feel. It was only natural, the two of you were dating for almost five years, starting right after the two of you graduated high school, and he moved on after three months.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt their hands on your legs, and you shook your head, forcing yourself to act normally. “I’ll be fine,” you started, a bit weakly, “we’re not together, he can do what he wants.”

Managing a smile, you breathe out a huff, and turn back to the front door of the shop, knowing that if you looked at them and their sympathetic expression, you would’ve broken down.

You could handle it. You were going to have to.

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The shop never got many customers during a work day, most of the customers coming right after they get off for a date night, an apology bouquet or just something for their partner. Your foot was tapping against the stool the entire time you were sitting, and you could help but pace around whenever you had to get up. You hated the fact that the thought of him coming in made you this nervous, but you had good reason to when the bell rang, and Laurie failed to greet the heavy steps.

You didn’t look at him for a while, keeping your back facing him as he talked quietly to Laurie, getting a bundle of roses and carnations, pink and red. Your hands trembled, and you turned in the stool to price the bouquet, never meeting his gaze when he placed the flowers down beside the old monitor you and the other two used to check people out.

“Hi,” Callum said after a couple seconds of tense silence, his low voice more familiar than anyone else’s in your life. You looked up at the Minotaur, your eyes meeting his brown gaze, the fur on his face still slightly dirty, and his hands stained from his work at the garage.

“Thirteen-fifty is your total,” you said in response, almost bitter in your lack of wanting to make small talk with him. It pained you to be cold to him, but he didn’t say anything else to you, simply handing you his card and letting you read it in the machine, handing it back to him with a receipt seconds after. You let Laurie give him the ‘have a nice day’ shtick, walking back to ‘help’ out Samuel, even though the work day was over in an hour and a half.

You heard the bell to the door right as you walked back, and your back hit the wall, getting Samuel’s attention right as tears welled in your waterline, your bottom lip trembled and you sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly to stop yourself from crying. But despite your efforts, the tears ran down your cheeks, and soon you had both men trying to comfort you, holding you in both of their arms to offer any form of solace.

They closed the shop early, something you tried to argue with, but you learned quickly that you couldn’t really speak while crying, so it didn’t work other than making you seem like a mess, which you admittedly were. And when the sign was flipped and the door was locked, the blinds sitting over the windows, they all but dragged you up to the apartment above the shop, the home you practically grew up in with the amount of times that they babysat you. It was to keep you from being upset and alone at your own place, you knew that, they sure as hell knew that. You didn’t blame them though.

Laurie made dinner for the three of you and Samuel settled beside you, rough hand holding onto yours as he let you flick through movie after movie until you settled on one you considered one of your favorites.

As the movie played and the three of you were gouging on carbs, you sat off to the side, letting the couple sit beside each other, even though at first they were hesitant to not have you in the middle. You were better tucked into the arm of their small couch though, it let you think and drown out the movie you’ve seen more times than you can count.

Seeing Callum earlier both made your heart race and stabbed it with a knife at the same time. He wasn’t there for you, like he was times before, and if you knew why the breakup happened…if he would’ve given you at least some closure, you would’ve been fine- happy for him even. But it was only three months since it happened, and you still had no idea what happened to cause him to want to break up with you. It was like a switch flipped and suddenly you were single.

You closed your eyes once you were done eating, setting your empty plate aside and dragging a hand down your face to get you out of your thoughts. You were just going to have to accept it. That was the only thing you were able to do at that point.

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It was four months since the breakup, and three weeks since Callum came in last. He hadn’t been in since, which didn’t exactly mean much, since he never really did flowers unless it was a birthday or anniversary, and even then he focused more on interests than just flowers. But you hadn’t heard anything else about his date with the new hire in his garage. You had practically bullied Laurie and Samuel into telling you anything, and it came up to nothing, so you chalked it up to nothing being shared, or nothing happening between the two.

You felt weird, being so into your ex’s personal life, but if anything, he invited you into it by going to the shop he knew you worked at to buy flowers for them. No- that just felt petty.

The shop’s bell ringing snapped you out of your thoughts, petty and otherwise, and you looked up, parting your lips to speak, before you snapped your mouth shut when you saw that it was the Minotaur you were just thinking about. You looked down at papers, acting like you haven’t seen him and silently wishing Laurie was still out here instead of in the back with Samuel. It meant you actually had to talk to him.

You glanced up when you heard him say your name, and after breathing out a sigh, you got up from the stool, walking over to the flowers. “Roses and carnations?”

“No, actually. I’m not here for flowers…” There he was. There was the Callum you knew. “The shop closes in an hour, yea?”

You nodded. “Like it normally does.”

He paused for a moment, and nodded, walking up to you and reaching out to brush his fingers against your arm. “Do you wanna go to Izzie’s after you’re off? Our usual table? I need to talk to you.”

It sounded serious, and you didn’t miss the way his soft voice made your heart flip. “...About?”

“...I really just want to tell you then…so…please?” He was begging now. He was actually begging. You closed your eyes for a few seconds and you nodded, looking up at him when you opened your eyes.

“Fine…fine, I’ll go,” you said. Your expression softened when you saw his deep brown eyes light up, the evening glow coming in through the windows making the color look like it had golden flakes mixed with the brown.

“Great- perfect, thank you. It’s my treat, so don’t worry about whatever you get.” Your brow twitched and furrowed, but you nodded again, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

“You don’t have to-”

“Don’t,” he said, lifting a hand. “Just- just let me treat you, ok?”

“Ok,” you breathe out, watching him with a sigh.

The last hour went by slowly, feeling like it was an entire day, and the moment the clock hit seven, you raced out with barely a ‘see ya’ to Laurie and Samuel. With your bag gripped tightly in your hand, you unlocked your car and threw it into your passenger seat, getting into the driver’s seat afterwards. You pulled out onto the road and began driving across town to Izzie’s.

When you pulled in, you managed to pull in beside his van, the nostalgia and familiarity of the late nights in it sending you whirling, but you got out of your car, locked it up and headed straight into the front doors. You were sure you looked desperate, wanting something akin to how you were back when you were with Callum, and you knew you should be trying to move on…trying to get over him, but gods, did you not want to do anything resembling moving on when he asked you to the spot you guys had weekly date nights at.

And when you saw him, your heart started racing, seeing that he was sitting in the booth the two of you used to sit in every wednesday. You forced yourself to slow yourself to a walking pace, making your way over to him before slipping into the booth, sitting across from him as if you didn’t care for any of this.

He smiled when he saw you, and pushed his menu over to you. “Pick what you want. Even if it’s your usual.”

“You know you don’t have to pay for me,” you said after taking a quick glance at the menu. You knew what you were getting, it was all you ever got when you came here. Nothing could go wrong with a vanilla shake and loaded fries in your mind.

“Yea, but I want to,” he responded, waving the thought of him not doing it away. “I invited you out, I’ll pay.”

You let out a breath, but nodded and set the menu down, pushing it away. Your leg bounced, not stopping until a large hand touched your knee and your eyes met his. “Why’re you nervous, Moonlight?”

You could barely process the pet name, tensing under his touch and staring at him with furrowed brows. “...We’re exes…why wouldn’t I be nervous that you wanted to talk?”

Something flashed in his eyes, something that you thought looked akin to hurt the way his lips pursed a little, and he moved back, moving the long hair from his eyes, then on the normal chain he wore on his horns after he got off of work. “Do you want to start talking now or after we get food?” “Now, please…” you said. He nodded and moved his hand from your knee, then held his hand out, palm up. He left his hand there, even after you didn’t take it, keeping the offer there.

“Right…right…” Callum breathed out, his bullnose ring glinting in the light. “I regret breaking up with you…”

You tensed again, your thoughts spinning around you, and it felt like the world around you went silent. He…he regretted it? “...You regret it?”

“Yea,” he started. “...If…if it’s alright with you…I’d…I’d like to try again…maybe?”

Your lips parted and you gave him a look that just screamed confusion, mixed a hint of disbelief. “You want to…try again? After breaking up with me out of nowhere and going out on a date with someone else?”

He flinched at the questions and gave you an apologetic look, trying to grab your hand. “...Let me explain…-”

You smacked his hand away and stood up, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “Let you explain what? Why you want me back, or why you broke up with me?”

He glanced around and tried to usher you back in the booth. “Moonlight, please sit down,” he said softly.

“Or what?” He took a pause, sighing and standing, grabbing your arm before you could pull it away and guiding the both of you outside and to your cars, lifting his hands when you settled against your passenger’s side door.

“Please, don’t fight with me,” Callum said after a moment. “Let me explain…whether you accept it or not is up to you, but please just hear me out.”

You took awhile to answer, and you didn’t even do it verbally, offering him a single nod and a hand wave. He sighed again. “I know saying that I want to try again after going on a date with someone else is…not the best thing to hear…and I promise it’s not because the date didn’t go well. I genuinely regret breaking up with you and I’m such an idiot for doing it.”

“Then why did you do it?” You asked, not trying to fight, or to respond sounding like an ass, just…wanting to know.

“I didn’t want you to hate me,” he responded.

“What? Why would I hate you?” Callum slowly reached his hand out, waiting for you to grab it and his expression softened when you did.

“We got together out of high school…we were our first actual relationship and…I didn’t want you to start resenting me for holding you back in the future…and I…I knew it wouldn’t happen, but the possibility of me feeling the same made me want to die…I just thought we’d be better if we explored…” He trailed off when he was done, waiting for a response from you, his nerves apparent.

It took you another long, drawn out moment before you finally replied to him. “And you regret doing it now?”

He nodded. “Yea…I was regretting it when I did it…but I thought it’d get better, that if I just held out you’d be happier. And I went on the date…I can’t say I hated it, because they were nice, but I was thinking of you the entire time, how you’d react if I took you there…what you’d wear, which place we’d go to after, what movie we’d inevitably fall asleep to…”

Your heart was pounding again, a slow but loud sound hammering away at your ribs. But he spoke before you could. “I still…- you’re the person I think of when I wake up, and you’re the person I think of when I go to bed and I hate that I ruined us when I still constantly think about how much I love you.”

“Callum…” you said softly, squeezing back when he squeezed your hand. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“...I don’t know…I thought you’d think I was ridiculous or something…”

“So you went straight to break up with me?” You pushed up from your car, taking a step towards the Minotaur. “You should’ve talked to me.”

“I know I should’ve. And I regret that I didn’t, but I don’t want what we had to end…will you at least think about giving me a second chance?”

You didn’t have to think when you nodded, grabbing his other hand and squeezing them both. “...I’ll think about it. But you have to earn that, alright?”

He managed a smile, nodding back at you firmly. “I’ll make you weak in the knees faster than you can blink.”

And to tease him, you blinked, grinning when he laughed.

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It was exactly four months later, but you were three ‘second chance’ dates in with Callum, finally folding after he consistently made an effort, constantly threatening being late to his shift at the garage to drop off a coffee, tea or pastry at the shop, and to occasionally earn a kiss on the cheek after he kissed yours. Laurie and Samuel were practically sick at seeing the two of you, despite the amount of PDA the couple were giving each other at every possible opportunity.

At that very moment though, you were relaxing on the worn couch in Callum’s home garage, watching him work on his van and all in all, enjoying your day off.

“You’re awfully quiet, Moonlight,” Callum said, wiping his hands off with an old rag. “What’s on your pretty, little mind?”

Your cheeks warmed, but you rolled your eyes. “Just admiring, Sunshine.”

“Yea? You still into something you’ve seen for five years?” He asked, teasing tone blatant.

“Obviously,” you chuckled. “I’ll still like this fifty years from now.”

He hummed and walked over to you, lifting your legs to settle beside you, resting your legs over his. “You really think so?”

“I know so, Callum.”

You didn’t like change, but you could get used to this…instead of sticking to how it was before.

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Wrong Turn | Monster Girlfriend

You didn’t know what you were doing, walking through the forest alone. You could barely make your way through the city, yet you decided to walk through the woods to get to your family’s cottage. You should’ve just brought your carriage with you. Or at least a horse. Your feet were killing you.

You weren’t stopping to camp for the night, no, so you walked, and walked, and walked. And you found a glimpse of humanity. It wasn’t your family’s cottage though. It was an Orc tribe.

You were both severely lost and hopefully not as screwed as you felt.

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The moon was high, but the tribe was lively, the loud laughter and talking obvious. And you were standing on the outside of it, worried about asking for a spot to stay for the night. You knew you needed to do it, it’d be easier walking when it was sunny out, and all you needed was a single night before bidding them ado and never seeing them again. But as you took a step, you saw a pair near the bonfire that sat in the middle of where the huts were.

It was an Orc with a Human, his arms wrapped around them as they sat on his leg, laughing and chatting with the rest of the Orcs that were there. You walked closer towards the bonfire, towards where it seemed that most of the tribe was sitting, but you accidentally broke a stick and the woman beside the Human and the Orc seemed to hear it despite the loud talking around her, and her head snapped over towards you, eyes widening a little when she saw you.

Once she saw you, the rest did, and the tribe got eerily quiet. Realizing that none of them were going to walk to you, you walked over to them, clearing your throat and fidgeting with your clothes before lifting your hand to wave. “Uh- hi? I don’t mean to intrude, but…if anyone knows an inn or something…I need a place to stay for the night…I’m willing to pay.”

Even after you spoke, it was quiet for a while, and you felt like you should’ve just kept on walking. But the woman who saw you first stood and looked you up and down, cocking a brow as she walked up to you. You had to tilt your head up to look at her fully, noticing a multitude of scars littering her exposed arms and one across her nose. Your eyes met hers, a dark brown, only lit by the moonlight. Her arms crossed and with a final beat of silence, she spoke. “You can sleep in the meeting hall for tonight.”

You let out a breath as relief flooded your system, a glimpse of a smile touching your lips as you nodded. “Thank you.”

She nodded once and moved to the side, a hand touching your shoulder as you started walking. “Last building on the right.”

Her voice was raspy, but not deep. It was something you expected to come out of a woman that looked like her. You don’t say anything else however, nodding again before beginning your walk to the meeting hall. It wasn’t that hard to find, given that after the bonfire area in the middle of the tribe every building was in two straight lines across from each other.

You got into the building, trying your best to look around the dark area, the windows lining some of the walls not catching much of the moonlight. With a squint, you made your way through, stepping cautiously until you found a wooden bench. You grimaced at the thought of how your body’ll be in the morning, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and you set your things against the side of it and sat on the bench, giving your feet a well needed break from walking.

Right as you shrugged your coat off to use as a makeshift blanket, you heard footsteps coming towards the building, one of the doors opening shortly after. You glanced over, noticing the woman from earlier, holding a blanket, and a pillow in one arm while her free hand held a lantern. She silently walked over, putting the blanket and the pillow down before taking a couple steps back. “There.”

“Thank you,” you said, and before she could leave, you leaned towards one of your bags, pulling out a small coin bag to make truth out of your initial request to stay. You grabbed a few coins, and you looked up at her to hand them to her, but she held up her now free hand, shaking her head.

“Don’t, the chief and his chiefess aren’t charging you for sleeping on a bench in a cold building,” she said, and you hesitated. Part of you was relieved that you got to keep some of the coin you brought with you, but another part of you felt like you were pushing the kindness you were already given.

“Are you sure?” You asked, and she nodded, watching as you let the coin fall back into the bag you took them from. You put the coin bag back where you grabbed it and you looked over at the blanket and pillow again, slowly grabbing the pillow, setting it to the side and then the heavier blanket. “Thank you…again.”

“It’s fine,” she said, letting silence blanket over the two of you for a moment longer before she patted your shoulder, turned and walked out of the building, leaving you alone in the darkness.

You settled on the bench, wrapping your coat around your body again and then settling under the blanket. While the bench was hard, the blanket and the pillow lessened the inevitable side pain you were going to have in the morning, and you were always grateful for that.

Exhaustion started to seep into your body soon after you got fully settled, your eyelids getting heavy until they eventually closed and you were finally asleep for the night.

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You woke up to a loud knock on the door, the sound echoing through the building, responding to the noise with a groan, slowly opening your eyes as the door opened and the smell of food wafted through the area. Your stomach growled as you sat up, rubbing your eyes and stretching, hearing your sore body pop and crack as you yawned.

You looked to the side, groggy eyes seeing the woman from before standing near the bench you turned into your bed. She looked down at you silently before handing you the bowl she was holding. “Here.”

Slowly grabbing the bowl, you gave her a tired, yet thankful smile, holding the warm wood close to you and beginning to eat soon after. The Orc woman sat on the bench you made into a makeshift bed, not beside you, but close enough that she wasn’t trying to put obvious distance between you two. You looked over at her midbite, feeling her gaze burning two holes into you. You finished the bite you took and parted your lips to speak, but she spoke before you could, “Aloka.”

Your brows furrowed, but she cleared it up. “My name’s Aloka.”

“Oh,” you said, and through your exhaustion fogged brain, you responded with your own name, only to turn back to the food to take another bite.

The two of you were quiet again, and to say it was awkward would be downplaying it. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t enjoyable to sit in, even if you were five seconds from falling asleep again. Thankfully, Aloka managed to break it, “The chief and chiefess are allowing you to stay longer if you’d like. We would find a room for you if yes.”

“...I appreciate it, but I only needed to stay the night. I could hardly see in front of me and I need to find my family’s cottage,” you said, hearing her hum a couple seconds after you stopped speaking.

“Do you not know where it is?” She asked, and you nodded, taking another bite.

“I do…but normally I take a carriage to get there,” you said after you swallowed that bite. “I decided to walk this time…even though part of me was calling it stupid before I left…it got dark before I could get there so I took a few wrong turns.”

Aloka nodded, slightly lifting an eyebrow at your explanation. “If you thought it was stupid…why do it?”

You shrugged, taking another bite before sighing as you eat for a moment. “I convinced myself right before I left that it would be fine…”

“So still stupidity,” she said after you trailed off, eyes watching you eat the rest of your food. “You’re lucky you found us.”

You nodded, wiping your mouth and setting the bowl beside you. “I am,” you confirmed.

She looked from you, to the bowl, standing to grab it. “Leave the blanket and pillow here…someone will get it later today.”

Your gaze, still slightly tired but getting more awake by the second, watched her and you nodded again. “Alright…but, just a quick question…there’s a lake in this forest…are you-…do you think you know the direction of it?”

Aloka stopped herself midstep, glancing down at you before she placed her free hand on the top of her hip. “If your cottage is close to the lake, you went the exact opposite way to get there…you’re two days from it.”

Your heart sunk and the heat in your face disappeared instantly, the chill of the non-heated meeting hall getting to you. “...Two…days?”

She nodded again and offered you the first bout of emotion you saw from her, which looked to be pity, if your tired mind read it correctly. “That’s right…”

With a breath, you ran your hand down your face, a groan leaving your lips, murmuring, “Shit…”

“...I take it you’ll be staying longer than you thought,” Aloka said.

“I suppose I am,” you breathed out, looking back up at her. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“It’s…it’s nothing. We’re already collecting Humans, with my brother’s partner being a part of the tribe.” Your eyebrow lifted, remembering the obvious couple from the night before, slightly surprised to learn that she was related to the Orc. “You’ll have a place to stay for however long you plan on staying.”

“Thank you,” you said, those two words seeming to be your favorite at that moment. She nodded in response, and walked out a few seconds after the conversation died.

You leaned against the bench when you heard the door shut, laying back on the pillow and pulling the blanket over your body. You weren’t the best at talking and you were sure it was more than obvious to her, which made for an awkward relationship going forward…but you got the feeling that she was kind.

And the idea of making a new friend gave you the smallest silver lining the situation could have.

{--}

You settled into the chief and chiefess’ hut, since they were the only one with the extra space they were willing to give to you for an indefinite amount of time. You pushed your bags against the end of the bed they set up for you and grimaced at the amount of times you had said any form of ‘thank you’ towards them. At least your parents would be proud of your manners if they heard about this- when they heard about this.

Grateful to have a bed for the time being, you had to force yourself from laying down and falling asleep for the rest of the day. To rest your sore side and your still hurt feet, dreading the walking you have to do for the rest of the day. You put your boots to the side of the bed, fixing the wrinkled clothes you changed into earlier that morning, sighing and falling back on the bed.

You wondered what your parents were thinking, if they were worried or if they thought you were already at the cottage. They tried to get you to go in a carriage, and you cursed yourself from not agreeing to it, but you couldn’t change the past, and so there you were for a few days, abusing people’s kindness and giving them another mouth to feed.

You heard a knock on the door, and it opened slightly before you could respond, the low voice of the chiefess filling the air. “Can I come in?”

“Yea,” you responded, sitting up and moving to the side, watching her open the door and enter, shutting the heavy wooden door behind herself. “Do you need something, chiefess?”

“Just call me Lufi,” she started, giving you a little smile before walking over to you and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you settling in well? I know everything must be much bigger to you.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “It’s comfortable…I appreciate you two housing me.”

“It’s what we do,” she said. “Aloka said you were meaning to go the opposite direction.”

You nodded to her words, a small sigh leaving your lips. “Yea, I thought I was going the wrong way, but I must’ve taken a wrong turn when it was dark.”

She nodded back at you. “Would you like an escort, or are you simply going to walk home when you feel comfortable enough to do so?”

“I’ll probably just go home…I was only planning on staying for a week or so anyway,” you said, wondering why you felt so much more comfortable talking to the Orcs that you’ve only just met compared to people you’ve known pretty much your entire life back in the city. “Thank you for the offer though.”

There you go again. She breathed out a laugh, shaking her head. “Don’t thank me, it’s nothing. If anything, Anoal and I would send Aloka, she seems to enjoy your presence. We haven’t seen her warm up to a stranger as fast since Cortek, her brother, had her meet his partner.”

Your heart picked up at the thought of her warming up to you faster than normal. “Yea? I’m not sure what I did to do anything like that other than ask for some shelter.”

Lufi shrugged. “She’s been better since Cortek’s partner joined the tribe…maybe she’s just warming up to your kind. None of us has been treated all that well by most people of different races.”

You nodded, a little solemnly. “Humans kinda suck,” you said, flashing her a small smile.

“Most of them,” she agreed. “But there’s always exceptions, aren’t there?”

“Yea,” you said, “there are.”

{--}

You walked down to the bonfire now roaring in the middle of the tribe area, finding one of the hunts roasting over it and sitting in the open spot beside Aloka. Flashing her a little smile, she returned it to the best of her ability, and your cheeks heated up ever-so-slightly at the sight, liking the way the flames lit up her face.

It’s been a few days since you arrived in the tribe, and despite the lingering fact that you have to go back home, your clean clothes slowly dwindling with each day, but Lufi was right, and every chance you had outside, you were with Aloka, either helping her with her daily chores, eating with her or simply spending your time with her. And you hated to admit it, but you felt more comfortable there than you’ve ever been in the city. You didn’t have to hold a front for the status you had, hell, you doubted people actually could tell your parents were noble because you weren’t packing to wear fancy clothes all week.

Aloka’s hand brushing your leg made you tense, and you snapped out of your thoughts, looking back up at her, meeting her brown eyes. “Do you need something, Aloka?”

She shook her head, but when her hand moved to sit on your thigh, you knew there was something she wasn’t saying, especially when she couldn’t meet your eyes and instead decided to talk to her brother and his partner.

Your brows furrowed, but you took it in stride, putting your hand on hers and watching the fire as it crackled and popped. A smile appeared on your face at the chatter everyone was doing and when you felt Aloka’s hand tighten her grip on your thigh. You leaned against her, not meaning anything by it, but you felt her arm tense before relaxing and she moved her arm, wrapping it around your smaller body before resting on your other thigh, keeping you steady and warm all at the same time.

The air between the two of you seemed to change slightly, seeming like it was thicker, but for a reason you weren’t completely sure of. You felt safe though, in a way that seemed completely friendly and platonic.

Totally.

{--}

Sunlight poured into the room, and you groaned a little as you stirred awake, turning to the side, but hitting something soft and yet hard at the same time, another noise leaving you. You pushed up, rubbing your eyes as you felt chilled air touch your skin. When you cracked your eyes open, looking to your right side to see what you hit, only to realize that this wasn’t your bed, or your room…

When you look beside you, you’re met with a back, a green back and a full head of black hair, unbraided and undone, messily laying on the pillow. You pressed your lips together, eyes widening a bit at the sight of Aloka beside you, breathing steadily, and just as bare as you were at that very moment.

You looked around the room, seeing your clothes and hers littered on the floor, a breath leaving you. You felt awkward waiting until she woke up, but you also felt awful at the idea of putting your clothes on and leaving like you were running away from what had happened the night before, so you slowly slipped out of bed, put on your underwear and shirt, slipping out of her room, but making your way into the kitchen, hoping you have enough time to find some food and not make it seem like you were stealing her food.

However, you weren’t so lucky that time, hearing her heavy footsteps come down the steps and then your name being called by her groggy voice. Walking out with a small slice of bread in your hand, you see her look down at you, tired brown eyes processing that you were still there before she smiled at you slightly. “You stayed.”

“I wasn’t gonna walk out with just my shirt on,” you said, noticing her robe that was tied tightly around her waist. “Sleep well?”

She nodded, running her fingers through the mess that was her bedhead. You, however, couldn’t help but admire it. Comfortable silence fell between the two of you and you stepped back to let her in the kitchen, watching her get a drink before leaning against the counter. “Did you enjoy last night?”

The question threw you off guard, but you managed to nod. Admittedly, you did enjoy the night before, just not the consequences of it…like having to talk about whether you were still friends or not.

A warm finger touched your forehead, bringing your attention back on her. “What’re you thinking?”

“...Are we still friends?” She cocked an eyebrow, finishing her drink and setting the cup on the counter space beside her.

“Do you often spend your nights being intimate with your friends?” Aloka asked you back.

Your face warmed and you shook your head, and you watched another smile -which was more of a smirk at this point- grace her features. “Then I guess we’re not.”

Feeling your heartbeat pick up, you bit your lip. “Then- then what are we?”

“Whatever you want to be,” she said, her tone softening. “I know you’re leaving in a few days…so…”

“Is it wrong of me to not know what I want?” You asked. “I want you in my life…that I know…but…we’ll barely see each other. I just…I don’t want either of us to feel like we’re being held back.”

“Do you remember how you got here?” She asked, and you nodded. “Then come visit…we’ll figure it out. Besides, we still have a few days, and even though you’re already making me soft around my edges- thanks for that- I want you to come back. Alright?”

You nodded again. “Right…” You took a breath, and leaned into her hand when she cupped your cheek. It was a sight to see, seeing how close the two of you got in only a few days. You knew it was natural not to know what you wanted with a person that you’ve only known for a few days, but you felt bad that a happy ending wasn’t in the near future.

But with time, you hoped and put your faith into fate, hoping that it might be into both of your futures someday. For now though? For now you were fine not knowing. As long as you had her in your life.

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A Brutish Love | Monster Boyfriend

You never left your village much, you never saw the need to. When you did, it was to the same place to forage berries when they were in season in the Springtime. You had to be sneakier the past couple of years though, the elders warning people of an Orc tribe living nearby. They didn’t want anyone leaving and being caught without realizing it, just for the village to be raided or set ablaze, or both.

While you understood the concerns, you never saw the need to fear the fact that they were nearby, holding the thought process that everyone needed a place to live. Though, that was before you were caught.

^___________^___________^

The sun was setting, which meant that everyone was either indoors, getting ready to close their store or spending time getting the last bit of the late spring sun before retiring for the night. You, however, thought it was the perfect time to sneak out of your own cabin to go to the little spot that had an abundance of berries that you used to pick with your parents when you were young.

Your father was a baker, never let a single berry that went uneaten go to waste. And your mother was a seamstress, prided herself in her work and always reassured you that whatever you stained with the dripping berry juice, she’d either get the stain out or make you a new one. You missed them.

You grabbed your father’s old basket, lined it with your mother’s old towel for it and set off into the woods, keeping a lantern in your hand to light your way once the sun made its way out of sight and the moon lifted to show itself in the sky.

Every footstep sounded louder than you knew they were, your eyes rapidly darting back towards the village until it was out of sight and you found your way in the little area that was filled to the brim with berry bushes. You kneeled by one, setting your lantern down and picking them, letting them fall with a silent thump into your basket. When you picked enough from one bush, you moved to another, and then another, until your basket was full and your lantern was practically out, leaving the moonlight to guide you. But as you stood and dusted off your clothes, you heard heavy footsteps, and you tensed, rushing with your basket to a tree, trying to hide behind it.

You heard a voice before you were able to fully hide, though. “I know you’re there.”

Your heart raced, pounding against your chest as you heard the deep, raspy voice. And it wasn’t as if you were able to hide, so you peeked out around the tree, eyes widening when they had to snap up to look at the Orc fully.

He was looking down at you with a tilted head, an eyebrow cocked. He didn’t look too thrilled, but he didn’t look angry either, an unreadable expression masking what he was really feeling. “Don’t you humans normally stay in past sunset?”

“Most of us,” you answered, though your voice was barely audible in the quiet night air. He seemed to have caught what you said though and a little glimpse of a smile appeared on his lips.

“Not you though?” You shook your head, but shrugged. His eyes darted down to the basket and then around at the berry bushes surrounding the two of you. “Do you normally pick berries when the moon is out?”

“No,” you responded. “Do you?”

“No,” he said back, that glimpse turning into a real smile as he side-stepped over to a tree, leaning against the rough bark of it.

You saw one of his hands move his long braid over his shoulder, letting it rest against him as the rest of his muscular, yet severely scarred body stayed still. When you looked back up at his face, you noticed that his right tusk was chipped, missing the pointed tip like the one on the left has. You didn’t ask about it, you thought better not to, especially since you didn’t even know his name, but it looked like he’s been through a lot.

“Didn’t someone teach you that it was rude to stare? Especially at something much bigger than you?” He grinned. He was teasing, that much was obvious, but the words of your village’s elders rang in your mind and you moved back towards the tree you were hiding behind before. He let out a small snort, eyes looking you up and down before he rolled his eyes and pushed off of the tree. “Relax.”

“Hard to do for me…in general really…” you said, and you almost cringed at how pathetic that sounded. His brows knitted together, but you shook your head and looked back towards where you came from. “I should be getting home before it gets to be too late-”

“Already? We just started talking,” he said, not fully cutting you off, yet not letting you trail off the way you were going to do. His grin grew and he took a step closer to you. “Don’t tell me I scare you.”

“You don’t,” you said. Half-truth. The fact that he could crush your skull with your hands scared you. Him just standing there didn’t. “It’s just…late.”

“Not late enough for you to forage though?” He asked, lips pursed the best they could be with his tusks. “You can just admit it, wouldn’t be the first time my race has scared yours. You probably have people telling you to lock your doors, hide or else the big, bad Orcs are gonna come get you or raid your town.”

He wasn’t wrong, you thought to yourself, but he did sound awfully bitter. “Does that happen often to you…?”

“More than your people cause wars, which says a lot, doesn’t it?” You couldn’t argue, nor did you really see the need to. Humans didn’t really have a good reputation to anyone…even to other humans. You only shrugged, giving him an apologetic look.

His gaze softened and he shook his head, huffing out a sigh, saying after a beat of silence, “I’m Cortek.”

Your eyebrows lifted and with a nod, you said your own name, corners of your mouth curling up ever-so-slightly. “What’re you doing out here, Cortek?”

He shrugged. “I like walking during the night.”

You nodded, humming quietly. You breathed out, pursing your lips and looking down to the basket in your hands. “Why are you foraging when it’s dark out?”

You paused, briefly questioning if you wanted to tell him the truth or not. You decided to anyway. “My village really isn’t the biggest on leaving or being out past sunset.”

“Why’s that?” he asked. Your eyes moved back up to him and he seemed to understand shortly after. “Ah. Right, my tribe’s close, isn’t it?”

You nodded again, offering him an apologetic glance. “Yea…the elders aren’t really…welcoming to anyone other than humans being near us…even Elves…and Dwarves…or others…”

Sighing, you stepped closer to him. “I think they’re talking bogus though, a lot of people my age do, but we can’t speak out against them without being reprimanded…so it’s easier to listen or to sneak around.”

You watched as his lips turned up a little and you were a little grateful that you were able to cheer him up a slight bit. “It’s like that in my tribe with the chief. Though you might end up with your head on a spear if you fight against the chief.”

“Remind me not to get on their bad side then,” you jested, hearing him breathe out a laugh before shaking his head and fixing the tunic that sat loosely on his body, covering the scars on his chest that you got a glimpse of earlier.

Looking back down at the berries, you clucked before getting an idea, tilting your head back up to meet his eyes. “Come back here tomorrow…same spot. Around the same time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, I suppose,” you said, smiling before lifting your hand with a little wave, turning on your heel and walking off. “Same spot, same time, Cortek.”

“Yea yea,” you heard him say as you walked away, a silent laugh shaking your shoulders.

^___________^___________^

The sun was high and there you were, standing in your kitchen, in the comfiest clothes you could manage, a couple candle’s lighting up the area despite the light coming from them not being needed as you worked on making a simple pastry dough, reading over your father’s messy handwriting on the small card he scribbled the recipe on. The basket of berries were sitting off to the side on your counter, waiting to be turned into a jam so you could put them with the dough, watching you and probably judging you for working so hard just to bring a few with you that night when you saw Cortek again.

It wasn’t as if you were meaning to impress him…simply offering a few of them as a peace treaty. You didn’t have many friends in the village and if this was your one chance you had, you were taking it. You wanted to know more about him, maybe where he got his scars if he was up to sharing, but you weren’t exactly sure how he’d react if you just asked, you planned that question for another night if a friendship actually blossomed. Maybe then it’d also show the village that the Orcs aren’t bad. That there was nothing to be afraid of, even if they were intimidating appearance wise.

And once you got the dough in a muffin tin and in the oven, you began working on the jam, grabbing the recipe card for that out from under the dough card.

^___________^___________^

Nighttime came faster than you were expecting it, and without bothering to change into anything nicer, you wrapped up a few tarts and put them in one of the picnic baskets you had. Then, after making sure everything was clear and no one else was out, you rushed out of the village, heading back to the berry bushes.

When you slowed yourself down as you neared the area, you saw that Cortek was already there, waiting for you. His head picked up when he saw you and he flashed a little smile, wearing an outfit similar to what he was wearing the day prior: a loose tunic and loose, black pants, much like what you saw the knights wear when you visited the city years ago, being lucky enough to get a glimpse of a few of them outside of their armor. “You’re early.”

“Or are you late?” He responded, but his smile grew and it let you know that it was just a tease. His eyes glanced down at the basket in your hands, then around at the berry bushes. “Come to take the rest of the berries?”

You shook your head. “No, I made some tarts today, wanted to share them.”

He visibly froze, brows furrowing before his eyes moved to yours and the deep brown softened under the moonlight. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you said, lifting the basket and walking up to him, only to guide the both of you on the ground, putting the basket between you two and opening it before handing him a small plate of tarts, and pulling out your own plate. You spoke after a moment, “My father used to bake these and share them around in the village. I’m not sure they’re as good as his, but…I tried my best.”

“Used to?” He asked. Your eyes got slightly wet and you pulled in a breath as your smile faltered.

“My parents went to the city one day. When they were supposed to come home a storm hit…and they never arrived,” you explained, not wanting to go into much more detail than you have already. You didn’t like talking about it, even after five years.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling back the wrap over the plate. You shook your head.

“It’s fine…it happened years ago…the least I can do is keep their memories alive. Through tarts or something like it.” You just barely missed as his gaze softened further and he looked down at the tarts before back up to you. “They weren’t like the elders. I’m sure that if they could’ve afforded to move, we would’ve gone to a more inclusive town…”

“If it means anything, I’m glad they didn’t,” he said after a beat. “If they did, I wouldn’t have had you coming here with tarts.”

You breathed out a little laugh and nodded. “Yea…you have a point there.”

The air between the two of you went silent, and you watched him as he grabbed one of the tarts and took a bite out of it, waiting for his reaction, hoping you didn’t just disappoint your father for making them bad. Not that your father was ever disappointed in you, it was never in his nature.

Cortek caught your gaze when he was done chewing, a little smile upturning his lips before he nodded a little. “It’s good.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief and you were able to smile again, letting it grow when you finally noticed just how small the tart was compared to his hand, but he didn’t comment on it, so you weren’t going to. “Good- it was my first time making these after everything so I was a little nervous.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he said, taking another bite before eating the rest of it. You felt proud, even though you just followed a couple recipe cards correctly and they turned out how they were supposed to. But you were taking a win no matter where it came from.

The two of you spent a bit in silence, eating without feeling the need to talk until the tarts were done and the plates were back in the basket. You were sitting at the same distance from before, a little more than a foot apart, but you felt the need to get closer to him, and when you saw that his hair wasn’t in the braid that it was the day before, you took that chance and scooted closer to him a little bit. “Your hair isn’t in a braid tonight.”

Cortek paused for a beat, but lifted his hand and touched his hair, nodding with a small glance towards you. “Yea, why?”

You parted your lips, but after being able to think about it, you thought it was a bit weird to ask him if you could braid his hair so close from meeting him, so you shrugged instead. “Nothing…just like pointing out the obvious, I guess.”

He smiled a little, his hand dropping from his hair and nudging your arm. He didn’t say anything else, but the silence that returned was comfortable and the two of you spent the rest of the night under the moonlight and in the soft breeze that touched the night air.

^___________^___________^

As Spring turned to Summer, you grew more comfortable with leaving the village since your parents died, even going as far as to sneak out during the day to meet up with Cortek. You met his twin sister, Aloka a month ago, almost instantly getting her approval when he made a quip about her and you socked him in the arm, not that it did anything to a man that was two or three times bigger than you.

You considered him a genuine friend, the first one you’ve had in years, which, as sad as it sounded, it was true. You never realized that you didn’t have a real friend until you were truly alone in the world, and it was like that for a good long time.

You stood beside a lake Cortek had shown you soon after you emptied the bushes of their berries, forcing him to take most of them and bring back to his tribe, whether it was to eat or bake with. In return, and with a joke about how he didn’t want to see your massacre of the berry bushes anymore, so he showed you the lake that sat nearby, one that you didn’t even realize existed since your town used a river that must connect to the lake.

It only took ten minutes of waiting and distracting yourself with skipping rocks, for Cortek to arrive, wearing an open tunic that only really covered his arms and bottom torso with a visibly worn set of bottoms with a pair of boots. His hair was up in a low pony, and he grinned when he spotted you, scooping you up in his arms before squeezing you and setting you down to turn you to face him. “You’re early, Honey.”

Your cheeks warmed at the pet name, something he randomly decided to call you after learning that you put honey on most of your baked goods. You liked it nonetheless. “You’re just late, ‘Tek.”

He scoffed, waving his hand in the air. “Sure, sure, whatever you want to call it. I just know that you’re always painfully early and that you wait for me to arrive.”

You hummed, nodding along even though he was clearly talking out of his ass. “Or maybe you’re late.”

“I guess we’ll never know,” he said, smiling again before he sat down on the grass, helping you sit beside him. “Alo’ wants to see you again, and she also said that she wants you to make those orange cookies again.”

You breathed out a laugh. “She’s eating me out of house and home and she doesn’t even live with me,” you said.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around his legs and tugging them so they’re flush with his chest, looking less like the warrior you were intimidated by in the beginning and more like a big, domestic puppy. “Eh, she’s just like that. It took her years to even eat something sweet. It’s a miracle she’s so attached to your baking.”

Your eyes softened and you smiled, a little thing, but it wasn’t like you could visibly portray how your heart felt at that moment. “I’ll make sure to bake some for her.”

Cortek smiled back at you and nodded, moving an arm before he tugged you against his body. You leaned against him, your eyes shutting and your heart skipping every so often. The moment felt so utterly-

Someone yelling your name snapped you out of your thoughts and your head snapped back, eyes meeting one of your neighbors looking at you with eyes the size of saucers, her gaze going between you and Cortek. The both of you stood and you pulled him behind you, even if he was the bigger one. “What are you doing?!”

You almost flinched at the shrill and she turned to run back to the village before you could answer. You wanted to chase after her, but you already knew that you were done for…the elders would find out and you’d be a goner even if you happened to catch her. So you sided and you looked up at Cortek, your expression now bittersweet as he rubbed your shoulders, moving to hold your arms. “You alright?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “I’m going to be in big trouble.”

“Do you want me to come with?” he asked. “...I don’t think anyone would let me go into your village, but I’d be right outside of it.”

You shook your head, even though you wished you could’ve agreed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, ‘Tek. Just…stay here, I’ll come back as soon as I can, alright? If it gets too late, go home and we’ll meet tomorrow.”

He gave you a look, but you patted his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

With that, you pulled from his grasp, and made the trek home, only to find the Elders at your house, waiting for you to arrive. Your heart sunk further and you didn’t start to talk until you let yourself in and then let them come in, all five piling in your small cottage. You parted your lips to start trying to explain yourself, but you were cut off shortly after you began to utter your first word.

“We told you- everyone to not leave the village. We said that there were Orcs nearby and we wanted to protect our village. And what do you do?” The leader -a short man lacking most of his all white hair- said. “You go off and spend time with an Orc! Are you trying to get our village raided? Destroyed?”

“That’s not what I was trying to do-”

“Then what were you trying to do?” He asked, cutting you off.

You stood there in silence for a beat, your lips pursing before you sighed and said, “The Orcs are nice, they don’t mean anyone harm.”

“They’re Orcs, they raid and they steal and they fight, that’s their culture. You’re putting yourself at risk, you’re putting everyone at risk,” he said, the other elders nodding in agreement. “Think of how your parents would feel about this? About you putting us all in danger.”

Your body tensed, your eyes widening and your lips parting before closing a few times. You wished you didn’t say no to Cortek coming along. “My parents wouldn’t discriminate over an entire race because you guys think that they’re dangerous. They could be, but how many wars have we started with the Elves? How many wars have our race started because we didn’t like people being different from us?”

You looked around, you saw the memories that were made there, and you knew that your parents wouldn’t want you to stick around if it meant that you weren’t going to be happy. When you looked back at the elders, who were still gawking at you for your little monologue, you took a breath. “I’m done. I’ll be gone by tonight. Don’t worry about me putting your little port of power in danger.”

Walking to the door, you opened it, motioning towards the outside. “Please leave. I need to pack.”

Some of the elders looked at you like you had two heads, but despite the lecture and disciplinary methods the leader clearly had planned for you, he looked at you solemnly and nodded, leading everyone out of the cottage and shutting the door behind him when he walked out. You were quick to start packing after that, finding what bags you were able to carry yourself and filling one with clothes. You stashed what books you could and emptied out the picture frames before pressing the photos in the books.

You brought one bag down and packed your father’s recipe cards and your mother’s towels and forced yourself to ignore the baskets that belonged to your parents, knowing that you couldn’t bring them with you no matter how much you wanted to. After that, you just focused on the necessities, filling the rest of the second bag with it, and managing to fill a third bag with memories you were afraid to let go, journals you had yet to finish.

It took you a long time to gather the courage to grab the bags and leave. You weighed that it was so much easier to stay than it was to leave, but yet you did. You grabbed your bags, and with a tearful look back at the house that you thought you’d be in forever, you left.

You walked back into the forest, your legs moving slower with the added weight of the bags and the emotions flooding your body, but you make it back to the lake, only to see Cortek pacing. He didn’t seem to notice you until you were almost beside him, his eyes lighting up, before his expression fell when he saw that you had bags with you. “...They didn’t.”

“They didn’t,” you confirmed. “...I did. It didn’t feel right staying in the village.”

He moved to you, grabbing two of the bags from you and carrying them like the weight meant nothing to him. “What’re you doing?”

“Carrying your bags, you’re coming with me,” he said simply, moving one of the bags to the other hand and holding them in one hand so his free one could grab yours. “I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you be homeless. I have some space in my hut back at the tribe.”

“You sure? Wouldn’t people react weirdly to you bringing me back?”

“Maybe some, but Aloka is pretty close to the chief and his partner so you’re staying no matter who complains,” he said, and you felt relief fill your heart, nodding.

“Remind me to make her those orange cookies,” you said, a little smile touching your lips despite the situation. He laughed, nodding and leading you to his tribe.

^___________^___________^

Summer turned to Fall and Fall eventually turned to Winter, you grew more at home in Cortek’s tribe than you did the past five years you lived alone in your old village. You essentially became the tribe’s baker, and while you were put together externally, you were internally freaking out, using and abusing your father’s recipe cards to make enough for everyone and then some. But it wasn’t that bad, you got a warm place to live, food, and you didn’t even have to do anything hard, since everyone else treated you like you’d break if you ever lifted an ax to get some firewood.

There was just one, little thing that left you reeling: you were hopeless with your newly gained feelings for Cortek. There was a reason that you always wanted to spend time with him, and gods did you figure out really fast that it wasn’t because you wanted to be good friends with him. Not that you ever complained about staying friends. You were happy being with him no matter what your relationship with him was.

You pulled a cardigan over your body, holding it tightly against your body as you braced yourself and went outside, your feet stepping onto the fortunate light feathering of snow that laid on the ground. You scrunched your nose at the sudden onslaught of cold and you squinted to keep walking, hating yourself for going outside already. You found Cortek outside of the little tavern hut the tribe made when they must’ve settled here. He was talking with a few other Orcs, all of which waved and gave you little smiles before he turned to look down at you, brows furrowing when he saw you in just a cardigan over your clothes. He walked over to you and met you halfway, tipping your head up as he leaned down a little. “Why’re you only wearing that?”

“I don’t have a coat,” you said. “I didn’t go out often when I lived alone.”

He sighed, giving you a concerned glance before he unclipped the fur that rested over his shoulders and put it on you, the cloak warming you instantly, but being a little long for your body. “Wear this then, I have another one in the house.”

“What about you now though?”

“Orcs don’t get that cold,” he explained. “Thicker skin. What’d you need?”

“We’re gonna run outta firewood soon,” you said, pulling the heavy cloak closer to your body. “We only have a few pieces left.”

With a nod, he pulled the hood over your head and stood straight. “Just toss the rest in the pit, I’ll bring some when I get home, you should go back inside, you look like you’re about to turn to ice.”

“Feels like it,” you admitted, but grasped his hand to squeeze it before you went back to the hut and let him return to his chat with his friends.

You tossed the rest of the wood into the fireplace, keeping the cloak on as you settled on one of the large chairs that sat in the little living space just off of the kitchen. It didn’t take long to warm up, but being surrounded by what was essentially a big blanket made you doze off quickly, and you weren’t in the mood to get up to go to your room.

You woke up when the door opened and heavy footsteps followed, eyes cracking open to look up at Cortek as he walked in. He set the firewood down against the wall and glanced over at you, an amused smile on his face when he saw your tired gaze. “Comfortable?”

You hummed, nodding. “Very.”

He chuckled a little and walked over to you before pushing the hood down. “We could get it hemmed for you, if you like it so much.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, but you’ve learned not to fight with him about doing things for you.

“We’re getting it hemmed,” he replied, and that was the end of that. He sat on the other chair in the room, a loud grunt leaving him as he relaxed and leaned into the chair further. There was a beat of silence, but he broke it after a moment, “It’s been nice.”

“What?”

“Having someone else in the house with me…” Your eyes met again and he shrugged. “I’m not the best at being alone.”

Your brows knit together, but you nodded with a little smile. “For all things considered you’re a good roommate, ‘Tek.”

He smiled back. “I try.”

You knew he didn’t have to. As you looked at him, you watched him turn to look up at the ceiling before his eyes shut and you slowly unclipped the cloak off of you, leaving it on the chair as you got off and walked over to him, feeling awkward, not exactly knowing why you were doing what you were doing. “Cortek?”

He cracked his eyes open, jumping a little when you were so much closer than he thought you were. “Gods, Honey, you got close.”

Your face grew warm and you gave him a nervous glance, smile included. “I need to talk to you.”

Concern grew on his face again, and he sat up, nodding. “What about?”

“...Us…I guess? I don’t know…I don’t exactly know what to say.” You bit your lip, took a breath and gave yourself a little nod. “Deny me all you want…no hard feelings or anything, I just…uh- these past couple months I’ve wanted to be more than friends…”

Cortek’s eyes widened a little, and you already regretted saying something about it, but he drew you closer and kissed your forehead, holding your hand and squeezing it. “Aloka owes me five gold.”

“What?” you asked suddenly, only for your own eyes to widen and you slapped his arm. “You knew?!”

“‘Course I did, you’re not exactly subtle. Not like I don’t feel the same anyway, Alo’ just wanted to see if you’d confess or if I would have to. And you did it first so we’re five gold richer.” You narrowed your eyes at him, groaning before pulling your hand away from his.

“You’re ridiculous, Cortek.” He laughed, grasping your arm and tugging you back into him, lifting you so you would sit on his thigh. “You bet on this? Why didn’t you just confess?”

“I was curious to see if you’d last the winter,” he mumbled, planting a kiss on your temple, his tusks pressing against your head. He smiled down at you, and you couldn’t help the smile that came with the sight of his.

You shook your head and leaned into him, pressing your lips against his for a brief moment and tucking your body into his as his arms slipped around your waist. You were wondering why you even thought that the confession would’ve gone poorly, even if he did bet with his sister about it.

And hey, you might’ve gone through an emotional rollercoaster because this man was in your life, but you had him for good now, and you didn’t plan on letting him go.

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How to Date a Ghost | Monster Boyfriend(China Cabinet pt 2)

Dating a ghost wasn’t something you saw yourself doing with your life, but then again, you didn’t see yourself doing half of the things you were and well…it’s not like you were complaining.

Arax was a fine boyfriend, he was just a little old fashioned and a little grumpy at times, but you never blamed him. If you were stuck in an unused cabinet after never talking to a person in over a hundred years, you’d be grumpy too. So you understood that he needed time during those moments. That and a blanket and tv time to watch whatever trash tv he wanted at that time.

But given that it was a year into your relationship with him, you picked up on a few things that apparently happen when you date a ghost as someone who’s still alive.

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You were sitting in what would’ve been your dining room, if you hadn’t turned it into a nook now that you were able to afford the bookshelves to put all your books in the room. It was early enough in the morning that Arax wasn’t awake yet, or he just wasn’t showing himself to you at that moment. It didn’t take long for you to realize, even before you two were ‘official’ that despite being dead, Arax actually took the time to sleep now that you knew he existed. He told you it was to pass the time in the beginning, but you noticed after a bit that he would gradually get tired whenever it was around the time he usually slept, like his body was just on a clock.

But as you were tucked in the chair you put in the corner of the room, book in your hands, you felt someone touch your hair on the top of the chair, then the lingering feeling of cold lips on your cheek. Your eyes glanced up from the words on the pages, but you didn’t see anything and you rolled your eyes, a smile spreading on your lips. “C’mon A’, show yourself.”

He did as was told, appearing in the bookshelf closest to you on your right, but he was floating, looking at the books on the top shelf. “You didn’t take long to call me out.”

“You didn’t take long to start messing with me,” you responded. Arax shrugged and went down before his feet touched the rug on the hardwood floor. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine, I guess…it was just spending time in a dark void, if I’m being honest. I’m guessing you didn’t get any sleep, since you’re up at-” he moved to the kitchen, looking at the clock on the microwave “-Jesus Christ, it’s seven in the morning, you need to go to bed.”

“For the record, I did go to sleep, you’re just an old man and go to bed earlier than I do. And I’m not tired, so I’m getting some reading done.” He hummed, going back in the room before finding his seat on the floor in front of your chair, head finding its spot between your calves. “You alright?”

He nodded, for a beat, but you noticed his eyes training on the ground, so you nudged him with your foot. “Hey- what’s up? Talk to me, sweet thing.”

“It’s nothing, I promise, I’ve just been thinking about things.”

“What sort of things?” you asked. “You do know you can tell me anything right? Like no matter how dumb it may be.”

“I know,” he sighed. “It’s just- We can’t do things. Like what people do in shows or in movies. I can’t even court you correctly, for god’s sake. It just makes me feel like you’re better off with someone less like me and more…alive.”

You didn’t respond for a bit, shutting your book and setting it on the table beside your chair, leaning down to run your fingers through his hair and then grasp one of his hands with your free one. “You get that if I wanted something like that, I wouldn’t have stuck around for a year, right? We’ve been together for a long time, I don’t need dates out in public or for me to be ‘courted’. I’m happy staying at home. Movie dates are more my style anyway.”

“And what if you want something more? LIke a wedding or a family?”

“It’s the twenty-first century babes, I don’t need it to be happy. I’m fine living without spending money on a wedding or not having a kid. Even though adoption exists.”

“The other parent is a ghost, hun,” he said, looking up at you and squeezing your hand.

“Weirder people are parents. You’re fine,” you reassured, even though you did think it’d pose a thought about how to explain why one parent is never showing up to events or anything dealing with the kid because he’s dead and attached to a cabinet and can’t leave the house. You shook your head. “Look, baby steps, we’ll be fine.”

“...If you say so,” he breathed out, lifting your intertwined hands to kiss at the back of it, squeezing it again. “I wouldn’t hate you if you realized you needed someone else though.”

“Never gonna happen,” you said. “I’m quite fine not meeting new people in a romantic setting and staying with you for the rest of eternity.”

“But-”

“No,” you cut him off, moving your hand from his hair to his chin, tilting his head back so he can look up at you. “No buts, no arguing, nothing. ‘Kay?”

He took a moment, but he nodded. “...Fine.”

“Good.” You nudged him to the side so you could stand and stretch. And in the corner of your eye, you watched him stand back up, his light footsteps faintly padding on the floor before his arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on your body, the coolness of his body sending a shudder down your spine, but you were used to it, so it didn’t bother you as much as it did in the beginning of your adventures with him. “‘M gonna make myself some food, you can turn on the tv and play whatever you want.”

“Could we listen to an audiobook this time?” Arax asked, and when you turned to face him, you saw his eyes all big and surprisingly glossy for a ghost, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout that he seemed to have perfected in the past year. He had quickly taken a liking to audiobooks when you introduced them to him, and he usually played one while reading the same book at the same time, and when you asked why he was doing it when you saw it happen for the first time, he answered that it made him focus on what he was reading better. You just shrugged it off and ever since you would either turn the audiobook on for him, which meant buying a cd copy half the time so he could listen to it on your old discman or you read him the book, which did in fact made for some good quality time when he was able to get himself to stay still and silently read along with you. When he wasn’t in the mood to sit still and needed to walk around the room in laps, he fortunately did make you tea most of the time to help your throat.

You nodded at his question, placing your hands on his before moving him from you and motioning towards the living room with a small kiss. “Go for it, babes.”

A little smile appeared on his face before he kissed your cheek and walked towards the living room, audibly plopping himself on the couch as he got whatever his pick of the day pulled up. You were relieved to see that he was happy now, given his earlier admissions, and with a small, quiet sigh, you walked in the kitchen and started making yourself some food, pulling out a plate, then your toaster before tossing in two slices of bread and pushing it down. As you were pulling out the butter and jam you had in the fridge, you heard a guy’s voice in the living room suddenly. You set the two things on the counter and shut the fridge with a light shove, walking out into the living room to see the Dracula book cover on your tv.

You glanced over at Arax, noticing that he was already under a quilted blanket on your couch, looking like he was as comfortable as could be. “Comfy?”

He nodded with a hum. “Yea. What’re you making for breakfast?”

“I’m making toast for myself,” you answered, the beginning of the audiobook becoming mere background noise as you walked over to him, sat on the edge of the couch and brushed your fingers against his cold skin. “You’re getting good at using all of this.”

“I have an amazing partner that lets me explore their electronics,” he responded happily, lifting himself up to plant a kiss on your jaw, causing your cheeks to heat up despite the cold touch. “If the technology people have now started back when I was alive, things would’ve gotten done so much faster…not to mention that you wouldn’t have to wait to get something if you could just order it online.”

He sighed, looking almost for longing. “You survived your time, you can now reap the benefits of the technology now that you’re in the afterlife.”

You saw him shoot you a look, and you knew you pushed a little bit with the ‘surviving your time’ bit, so you tried to backtrack. “Look, just be happy you died young. Now you’re forever in your late twenties. That means something, right?”

“I guess,” he said, moving his hand to touch yours. “I have to watch you grow old though…and it doesn’t make me feel good thinking about it.”

“Think I’m gonna get all wrinkly when I’m old? That you’re gonna be dating an old person when we’re both ghosts?” He shook his head.

“I’m more afraid that I’m gonna have to watch you forget me or something like that…and it’s not gonna feel nice watching it when you finally…pass.” Arax grew quiet but he squeezed your hand, obviously to keep himself from spirling in the thought process. “We still have time now though, right?”

You nodded. “Mhm. And even when I do kick the bucket, I doubt that I won’t remember you when I’m a ghost. Maybe whoever’s in charge of this dump’ll let me get old but make me a hot ghost. I think I’ve earned that right already.”

Your heart lurched when you heard him laugh and he nodded. But you heard the toaster pop before the conversation was able to continue. So you stood and got your breakfast finished, walking back in and sitting at his feet this time, letting him put his ankles and feet on your lap.

You two didn’t say much else for the rest of the morning, merely listening to the audiobook as you took comfort in each other on the small couch. It wasn’t a morning that usually happened nowadays, so you weren’t trying to waste it by doing anything that could be thrown aside until later.

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It’s been a week since you reassured Arax about his worries, and while it didn’t completely get rid of them, that was obvious with the way he clung to you whenever he seemed to get into a mood, or a rom com trailer turned on in the middle of a video you two turned on for background noise and he’d get upset because he can’t drag you out to the yard or a park to picnic with you. You’ve been pretty good at distracting him though.

Which is why you both were laying in the comfort of your bed, dramatic heaving coming from your ghostly boyfriend as you tried to catch your breath, reaching over to tug on a shirt, then a pair of sweats, but you didn’t get out of bed, only covered so you could warm up a bit before you went back to cuddling Arax. You felt his eyes on you, only for them to avert quickly when you looked over at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he answered, but sat up and moved closer to you. “You’re always so…pretty after we do…this.”

“You’re allowed to say the word,” you snorted, but he waved it away, planting a kiss on your neck.

“Don’t feel like it,” he said simply, laying back down and tugging you against him, tucking his head against the crook of your neck, lazily placing his lips on your skin and keeping them there as he relaxed and shut his eyes.

“I’m gonna have to go to work one time or another today,” you told him quietly, hearing him groan against you.

“Why do you never respect the post-glow?” Arax asked, glancing up at you with hooded eyes. “Do it later…”

You chuckled, shaking your head, but you relented, letting him have his time, your limbs tangling together as you traced your fingers up and down his back, your head leaning against his. “You’re bein’ really clingy recently, not that I’m complaining…but, you sure you’re alright, Arax?”

He took a moment, but nodded, slipping his arms around you and holding you tightly. “I’m fine, I’m just in my own head at the moment.”

“You wanna talk about it,” you asked him calmly, continuing dragging your warm hand up and down his skin, placing kisses on the side of his head. He shook his head and you nodded back at him. “That’s alright…if you want to later, I’ll be here to listen.”

“I know,” he mumbled, sighing against your skin. But after a pregnant pause, you heard him speak in the quietest voice you’ve ever heard him talk in, “I just wish I was born in the same era you were…”

Your eyebrows raised. “...Yea? Why’s that?”

“...Because maybe we would’ve met…been like this and I’m not constantly freezing you…or so I can actually have a dream when I sleep. I like floating…I like being able to disappear…being a ghost is fine, but I hate not being alive…” he trailed off and went silent, burying his face back in the crook of your neck before you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him flush against your body.

“I’m not going to tell you what your feeling is invalid…because it’s not. But honestly, I like you as a ghost…and yea, wouldn’t it have been nice if we could’ve met and had a world wind romance? Yea, ‘course it would, but if you were born around the time I was, we might’ve not met. And just knowing that no matter what could’ve happened…I met you because I bought this house…I think that’s nice.” You moved one of your hands, running it through his hair. “I’m not going to forget about you when I get old…and I’m not going to move on randomly with the notion that I want someone willing. ‘M with you, and I’m happy to be with you. Ghost or not. Besides, I couldn’t care less if you freeze me, it makes up for it during the summer and when I’m sick.”

You heard a muffled huffed chuckle, but he didn’t move, and you kissed the side of his head again. “Why don’t I take the day off and we just spend the rest of the day in bed? Just the two of us?”

You got him to look at you again, and you saw his lips quirk up with a soft smile as he nodded. “I think I’d like that…” You smiled down at him, nodding. “Good.”

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China Cabinet | Monster Boyfriend

The cabinet in the corner of your dining room was definitely haunted. You didn’t need to be a medium or believe in the paranormal to know that. It was empty, lacking the china that the previous owners took with them, and considering that you rarely had people other than the occasional friend or your parents over, you never cared enough to get any to fill it, so there it sat, bolted to the wall and empty.

At night though, if you were settled in your living room working, you usually felt something watching you, and if you took the chance and glanced up, it wasn’t rare to see something moving. Though usually, you just pushed it as your eyes fucking with you, or your brain trying to creep you out, so you distracted yourself by popping in your headphones, turning on music or a movie in the background and continue working. The distraction usually helped. Not all the time though.

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You sat on your couch, a Halloween movie from the nineties on the tv and your hand residing in a half full popcorn bag. After graduating, going out for Halloween never seemed as fun anymore, especially as your friends moved on with their lives, getting married, some even having a kid or two. So there you were, binging movies like no one’s business. That is, until a loud slam echoed in your house.

You stood up, wiping your hand off as it left the popcorn bag when it got set on the table, ignoring everything every horror movie taught you. You walked to the dining room, leaning against the doorframe before reaching over and flicking the light on, seeing nothing there. You heaved out a sigh, assuming the wind must’ve hit your shutters or something, and going back to the couch.

Another noise happened after that, but you promptly ignored it, watching movies until you passed out on your couch, a blanket thrown over your body haphazardly.

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You woke up as your body started to get cold, eyes blinking open to move the blanket over you fully before you spotted a figure looming above you, screaming and throwing a pillow at them. You yanked your body back, heart racing and deafening your ears as you clambered to the couch and sprinted to the kitchen, getting faster when you heard the person’s footsteps.

Yanking out a knife, you held it out threateningly to the person, only for them to hold their hands up, surrendering to you. “Hey- hey, I’m not gonna hurt you. Promise.”

“What are you doing in my house?!” You all but yelled at them.

He let out a breath, shoulders slumping before he pushed his shoulder neck length hair back, stepping up to you, stopping when you wield the knife further, but slowly and cautiously tugging the knife from your hand. “You’re going to hurt yourself before you hurt me with this thing.”

You were rigid, eyes wide at the audacity of the stranger, not that you were able to move given the fear of someone breaking into your house.

He put the knife to the side, far from the both of you, only to take a step back, his hands moving back up again and he offered you an apologetic smile. You stopped him before he could speak though, repeating your question, “What are you doing in my house?”

You took a step to the side, closer to the front door, but he followed you, hands dropping to his sides. “I’d hate to break it to you, but this is technically my house.”

With a beat, you froze. “No…this is my house. It’s in my name.”

“Yet you’re not the one attached to a cabinet and dead, now are you?” He asked you, raising an eyebrow. “If anything, you’re just someone who happened to get stuck being my roommate.”

It took you a moment, but only a moment as your mind pieced together the puzzle, the reason why you felt something there…the reason why you were feeling like you were being watched. “That was you…”

“What was me?”

“All of the times that I felt like I was being watched. That was you? Wasn’t it?” You saw him visibly tense and he offered an apologetic look.

“Guilty. But it was only while you were down here. I rarely go upstairs unless you’re gone,” he said, though it does little to reassure you about anything in this situation. He seemed to have realized this and readjusted his suspenders, then the sleeves of his button up before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Right…so- I’m Axar…”

You took a moment, wondering if you should respond with your own name, but then took the chance to, introducing yourself. He nodded when you said your name, looking about as awkward as you were panicked, letting silence take over before speaking up after a few seconds, “I wasn’t trying to hurt you back there…when you woke up. Your blanket wasn’t on fully so I just thought…”

“You just thought?” You questioned.

“I just thought It’d fix it,” he finished, sighing. “It’s getting colder and this house doesn’t have the best insulation, I didn’t think you needed to get hypothermia.”

You were quiet for a bit, but you nodded. “Yea…thanks, I guess. You just made me colder though…you’re a ghost right?”

He nodded again. “That’s me…ghost, spirit…whatever it’s called.”

“And how long have you been in this house?”

“A while…kinda lost count after fifty years. I came with the cabinet…I’m kinda…attached to it per-se. I never lived in this place until I died and the cabinet was bought for the house. I’ve been here since.” Axar shrugged. “I won’t bother you if you don’t want me, but I wouldn’t expect or hope that I’ll just up and leave…you’re pretty much stuck with me unless you move away like the last owners.”

“They saw you?”

“I didn’t think they’d get home so early. Moved out as soon as they were able to.” He sighed and moved to lean against the doorframe of the dining room. “Now I just kinda stick to nights…”

“Which is why you were out tonight?” He nodded. “Thought you were out completely, so I didn’t think I’d be caught.”

“You were colder than not having the blanket on fully,” you said. “Thought I had to move it myself.”

You shouldn’t be this casual. He’s dead. A ghost. What was wrong with you?

A sorry smile appeared on his face. “Sorry, I can't exactly help the lack of heat. I’m sure it’s good in the summer though.”

You breathed out a little laugh, nodding along. “It probably is. But uh…you said you were attached to the cabinet, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I don’t know why, but it might have something to do with me being the one that built it.”

“And when’d you build it?” Arax paused, grimacing before looking at the cabinet, then back at you.

“Like a hundred twenty years ago? Give or take.” Your eyebrows raised, eyes widening with them.

“So you’re saying you’re over a hundred twenty?”

“I died when I was twenty-eight so yea…pretty much,” he shrugged again. “Time’s kinda lost when you’re dead, you can never keep track of it and the days sorta just fuse together.”

You almost felt bad for him, having to go for so long without anyone to talk to and just having to sit and watch in the background, attached to something he just happened to build. “Is there any way to get you out?”

“Afraid not, the last owners tried pretty much everything. I’m stuck here. Not exactly the best predicament, but it beats having to haunt a cemetery like a cliche ghost.”

“Oh, like haunting a house isn’t more cliche than haunting a cemetery,” you jested. “At least in a cemetery you’re where you belong.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Yea, but thinking I was gonna die really wakes a person up,” you answered, but a yawn snuck up on you.

“Not too awake to stop the yawn though,” Arax commented. “I’ll stay down here if you go upstairs, promise.”

“You’re gonna assume I’m gonna trust the promise of a ghost I just met who was looming over me?” You asked, but snickered and walked past him to clean up your snacks and turn off the tv.

You heard him follow you, but he just stood off to the side and out of your way. “Considering you don’t seem too worried about me, I’m gonna assume and say that I’m alright.”

“That’s the thing with assumptions; you don’t know what the actual answer is.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I’m tired so I’m gonna have to for tonight, but if I die thanks to you and start haunting the place, you’re gonna have to deal with me for all of eternity,” you said, putting the dishes in the sink and throwing the trash away, heading towards the stairs after you finish up. “Don’t be too loud.”

“No promises,” he responded. A little smile appeared on your face and you shook your head, heading up the steps.

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After half a year, you can confidently say that living with Arax isn’t bad. Sure it was a little weird at first, having a ghost roommate that randomly appears, but he wasn’t as bad as your old living roommates so he was already one of the good ones.

Though, there was that tricky thing called feelings. You would have suspected living with the guy has convoluted what your heart considered a normal friendship, but again, you had roommates in the past. So were you in love with him? You might be. Might.

With a sigh, you sat with your laptop in your lap, staring at the email one of your clients sent you, looking through all of the demands that they’re fortunately paying for thanks to you charging per hour rather than just a fixed price with extras.

Arax sat beside you, tilting his head, but not asking what was wrong. In your time of living with him, he hasn’t once asked about the technology you had, though he definitely sounded his age talking about how he did everything by hand. You assume that with his time being a ghost, he’s kept with the times with each owner, not that there were many.

You glanced over at him, then back at the computer before shutting it and taking the notion that you’d do it later. “Work,” you said simply.

“Ah,” he said, humming before turning further to face you. “What about work?”

“Just work. Don’t feel like doing anything today but if I wanna live here and eat…I kinda have to.” Arax nodded, but moved closer to you and all that did was make you suspicious. “What do you want?”

“Who says I want something?”

“You’re getting closer to me.”

“That doesn’t mean I want something,” he said, mock offended. “But, now that you’re asking, would you mind if you turned on something? I don’t know how to work your remote.”

“Dude, it has four buttons now,” you said, but you relented, turning the tv on and then turning on a show the two of you started a few weeks ago. He grinned at the tv, moving to get closer to it. You didn’t say anything about it, just watched him plop on the floor and watch the tv like an excited kid. Which, if you had to grow up in a time that didn’t have tv and you ended up in a time that did, you’d be excited too.

You relaxed on the couch, stretching out and letting out a small groan when your joints popped. He glanced back at you when they did, shooting you a concerned look, something he did everytime your joints popped. “Stop lookin’ at me like that, there’s no way your joints never popped back then.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” he responded. “Don’t try to kill me again, beau.”

You sighed, watching him look back at the tv as your cheeks flushed red. Beau; that stupid word that made your stomach twist and your heart tug every single time he said it. You loved hearing it, but it was one of the reasons you were so confused with your feelings.

You had asked him once about if he was courting someone before he died, to get a feel about if he had anyone he was wanting to see in the afterlife, but it didn’t come back happily. He had explained that while he tried, he wasn’t really the type most people wanted. You didn’t really understand it, but he explained that he was into anyone and everyone, not exactly caring about how they looked or who they were under their clothes. And once that secret came out to his attempted lovers, it wasn’t exactly good for him. Though, you were able to reassure him pretty easily that it wasn’t his fault or that something was wrong with him. It was actually kind of sweet watching his first reaction to a picture of a pride parade, seeing him see people that were like him.

“You’re not watching,” Arax said, snapping you out of your thoughts, your eyes snapping over to him. “You were zoned out. You ok?”

You nodded. “Yea, I’m fine, just thinking.”

“About?” You parted your lips to say an excuse, but then you got the best idea in the world, hands down. That was just your opinion though.

“Nunna,” you said, watching his brows furrow with a little grin on your face.

“...Nunna?” Arax asked, adorably confused with the word, probably wondering if it was another word he had to learn.

“Nunna business,” you responded almost instantly, your grin widening watching as his confused expression fell and he leaned over to hit your leg.

“Not funny.”

“I thought it was.” You giggled out, nudging his arm. “You’re just old so you don’t think it’s funny.”

His eyes narrowed at you, but he pressed his lips together. Tilting your head, you waited for him to say something snarky in response, but he doesn’t, his features eventually smoothing as he stares at you.

“Do you know your eyes glitter in the sun?” he asked suddenly. You paused and you felt your cheeks get warmer.

“I guess? I wouldn’t say they glitter though.” He stood, sitting beside you before a cold hand grazed your cheek, then grabbed your jaw.

“I would,” Arax said, his face leaning closer. “Your skin is so red…are you warm?”

“Just my cheeks,” you said, but immediately regretted it when he touched your cheeks with his hand, very close now.

“That better?” You nodded and your breathing hitched when you saw his eyes drop down to your lips before going back to your eyes. He pulled his hands away, glancing back to the tv, looking slightly embarrassed, but you decided to take the chance. You only live once, you supposed.

Your warm lips touched his freezing ones and he went rigid at the touch, eyes back on you. Your hands found his head and you moved his head back to face you again, pushing further when his hands found your wrists, returning the action, albeit inexperienced with the movements.

Your heart skipped multiple beats, but you didn’ care, simply smiling against his lips as you pulled back to breathe, biting at your lip as you looked at him again, chest heaving only a little.

With the way that he looked awestruck, you would’ve assumed that if he had a bloodflow, he would be as red as you were. “Wow…”

You laughed, nodding. “Yea…wow.”

He waited a couple seconds, staring at your lips all the while before looking back into your eyes. “Can we do that again? Please?”

Your smile widened and you nodded again, letting him lean forward this time, your back hitting the back of the couch of his hands found your waist as he kissed you. You kissed back, hands moving down to his shoulders as he got even closer to you.

There was no might. You were definitely in love with him.

Now how do you start a relationship with a ghost…?

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Part Two

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A Healthy Kinda Love (Toxic Love pt. 2) | Monster Boyfriend

You couldn’t say being a vampire is easy, not that you would in the first place. The first few days were hell, constantly hearing the animals when you stepped outside at night. It took you a while before you were able to stay out there for five minutes and not be overwhelmed by the smell and the sounds.

Hex had been with you with every step, praising you for even going outside in the first place, making sure you were fed since a newblood’s hunger was far worse than a seasoned vampire. He’s gotten better with time as well, controlling his temper and making sure you were able to stay sane when you were able to hear the blood pumping every single time you called a client or a client called you back. Your fangs were sore and hard to control, but, like usual, helped with that.

He’s not the best still, and he has his moments, but aside from the uncomfort you were feeling thanks to him turning you, you were happy you gave him that chance. Happy you did something you shouldn’t, yet again.

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“You’re going to trip,” Hex said as he passed you, turning around and running backwards as he shot you a look, earning one in return from you.

It was your first hunt, something Hex was almost killing himself with stress with. It took two hours of convincing and a helluva lot of kisses to get him to agree. But as fun as you were having with your newly gained speed, he got even more overprotective with how you were outside of the cottage.

“I’m not gonna trip,” you said, waving your hand in the air, narrowing your eyes at him before he shrugged and turned around. “Hex, I’m not-”

You were down before you knew it, your foot catching on a rock and then you were suddenly face first on the ground, the fallen leaves barely breaking your fall as you heard Hex sigh and walk over to you. You could tell he wanted to be cheeky, but he held himself back, helping you up and dusting off your sweater. “Watch your surroundings, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt, Crow.”

Crow. That was his new pet name for you ever since the two of you got together. He constantly told you that the two of you were an ‘attempted murder’ and that’s why he called you that. But you knew better. You saw the crows he befriended and that gave him little rocks and even something he gave you once. All for some pieces of stale bread. You were tempted to tell him, but you saw the way his eyes lit up when they visited him when the sun went down, you heard how he spoke when he called you that. And you really, really loved it.

“You could’ve warned me,” you said.

“Yea, I could’ve, but I could’ve also kept you at home and just brought home an animal for us. I didn’t do that, now did I?” He asked, kissing your forehead before nudging your hand and grabbing it, walking with you. “Y’know, I was never taught how to do these things when I turned…I had to learn on my own.”

“On your own?” You questioned, looking over at him with furrowed brows. He nodded.

“I was turned by a random who didn’t know when to stop…never saw them after that night and well…it’s not like I knew how to find people like me,” he explained. “I’m not letting you go through the same thing when I’m here to help. It’s not fair to you.”

“I wouldn’t exactly blame you if you did that though,” you told him, but he squeezed your hand right after you stopped talking.

“I would,” he said, slowing to press his lips firmly against the side of your head. “I’ll let you learn by yourself soon enough, but I don’t want to throw you in something when I can help you the first time and then gradually let you do it yourself.”

You knew better than to argue with him about it, especially since he was more knowledgeable with his experience as a vampire. You also didn’t want this night to end on an accidental tense note, genuinely enjoying spending time with him outside for the first time since you’ve gotten adjusted. “Whatever you say, Hex.”

A smile curled up on his lips and he squeezed your hand again. “Now you’re learning, Crow.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him slightly with your free hand.

The two of you walked for a little bit longer, that is, until you yanked Hex to a sharp stop, your pupils dilating as you glanced over at the left. “...You smell something?”

Nodding, he looked mildly impressed, but he also did mention how newbloods have sharper senses of smell and hearing so they can survive better. “...Rabbit,” you started, whispering, “also deer and-”

You cut yourself off. “And?”

“Bear, Hex.” You expected him to stop you, to try and calm the excitement, but all he did was grin and kiss your head again. “You wanna try getting all three?”

“You want me to try getting a bear?” You asked him, disbelief in your tone.

“Not alone, obviously, I’ll never expect that of you. But if you get the rabbit, and I get the deer, we can use the rabbit as bait and take the bear out together,” he suggested. “That or I could subdue it and you could snap it’s neck.”

“You’re putting a lot of faith into me, Hex,” you commented, giving him an unsure look that was countered with a scoff and a wave of his hand.

“I know you can do it.”

With that, he tugged you to where you said to go, letting you make a quick trip with the rabbit, which was further off than you expected. He chased after the deer and the both of you made your way to the small cave the bear made their home. “I can’t believe we’ve lived near bears.”

“We’re a few miles away from the house…besides, we’re in the forest, Crow,” he whispered back, tossing the rabbit into the entrance of the cave. When the smell of bear got worse, you had to cover your nose moving with Hex as a brown bear appeared, clearly tired and disgruntled, yet not denying the dead rabbit just laying in the entrance of his home.

Hex watched, eyes focused on the bear before he quietly lifted you and helped you get on the top of the cave, making sure you were steady before watching the bear again, waiting until it bent down to eat the rabbit before making a move.

He was fast, and before you knew it, you were watching your partner fight a bear, something you’ve never thought you’d see in your life. Both the fighting a bear and Hex being your partner. Though, you never thought you’d be a vampire that’d have to hunt animals either, and that really was the cause of it all.

You were almost worried for Hex until he pushed the bear against the side of the entrance to the cave with a grunt, looking up at you for a moment before yelling at you, “Hop down on its shoulders and grab its head!”

You listened, stumbling, but digging your fingers into the side of the bear’s head to stay steady on it, hearing Hex again, “Now kill it!”

You flinched when you heard him, almost hesitating on if you really wanted to do it. However, Hex must have bitten into the bear to get a one up on it, because when the scent caught your nose, your pupils dilated and your hands moved on your own. Hex caught you as the bear fell, its head following shortly as it rolled a little off to the side, leaving you with the body.

Your fingers dug into his arms, trying to get at the bear’s body, acting like a wild beast that hasn’t eaten in months as he held onto you, whispering praise as he tried to calm you down, littering kisses against your neck and up to your ear. “C’mon, Crow, breathe, breathe.”

You could barely hear him, but after a moment, your senses got used to the smell and slowly but surely, you calmed down enough to loosen your grip on his arms, a breath leaving your lips. “There we go…”

You looked back at him, then towards the bear’s body…then at its head. “I killed it…”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “You did great on your first hunt, ‘m proud of you.”

Your expression softened and a little smile appeared on your lips at the praise. “Can I carry the bear back home?”

He huffed a laugh and nodded, letting you go and watching you as you walked to the bear and tossed the six foot body over your shoulders like it was nothing. He grinned at the sight, moving over to the deer before coming back with it over his shoulder. “You’re abusing your powers.”

“You said newbloods are stronger than ‘seasoned vampires’.”

“They can exert more strength more easily. That’s what I said, not that they were stronger.” You rolled your eyes playfully before following him back to the cottage, letting him get the deer drained before moving onto the bear.

“You want me to get you some food as I get cleaned up?” You asked him, waiting for him to turn and look at you before nodding.

“That’d be easier, yea,” he said, flashing you a smaller smile before walking over to you to kiss your cheek. “If you want, I could skin them too. I just remember you saying something about wanting a big blanket for winter. It’s getting to be fall, Crow.”

“You’d sleep under a bear skin that I decapitated?”

“‘Course I would, it’s called using the animals.” Hex shrugged. “If you don’t like it, I could always sleep under you.”

He cocked an eyebrow and laughed when you swatted at his arm. “Hex!”

“You love me,” he said teasingly, only for you to steal a kiss from his lips.

“I do, but sometimes I want to hit you.” He playfully growled before turning you around, placing a firm swat on your ass to send you inside the cottage.

You walked in, heading to the kitchen to wash your hands and change into something comfier for the night before you got Hex and yourself two glasses of blood. Walking out, you use your foot to shut the door, walking over to him in the process of the makeshift drainer he made a while ago, something he had before you moved in because he didn’t have anyone to feed on. “How’s it goin’?”

He looked back at you, a smile on his face as his red eyes lit up at the sight of you. “Perfect, like always. Gimme a sec’ and I’ll grab my glass.”

“Take your time,” you told him, watching him as you sipped from yours, eyes fluttering shut as you calmed your almost uncontrollable bloodlust. He had said it’d calm down eventually, but right now you were stuck with it.

You leaned against the side of the cottage, watching him after getting over the savoring of the first sip, your eyes following the way blood pours into the container that was under the body. Eyes following his movements as he set it up to do it for him, you handed him his glass when he walked over to you, smiling when he smothers a kiss against your lips, humming when he tastes the blood that stains them.

He takes a long drink of his glass, pulling in a deep breath before letting it out as his eyes stare down at you, a darker red now that he’s had a taste. “Something on your mind, Crow?”

You shook your head. “Nothing important.”

Hex scoffed. “Anything that’s in your pretty, little head is important. C’mon, what is it?”

“You’re gonna keep bothering me until I tell you, aren’t you?” A single nod is all you get, but it’s enough to make you fold with a groan. “Fine, fine.”

You paused for a moment, and he waited, raising his eyebrows when you didn’t immediately spit it out. “If that incident didn’t happen…would you have turned me anyway?”

You didn’t need to explain what the incident was. You didn’t want to anyway. That wasn’t a good night for either of you. But you almost started to tell him not to worry about it when you saw him tense up, but he spoke before you could, taking a drink beforehand. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” He nodded again.

“I wanted to ask you out first…get closer…that sorta stuff. That night…I turned you because I needed to save you. I wasn’t thinking straight and I just…I couldn’t let you die, so I turned you. Any other time, I would’ve done it when you were willing. But I was desperate.” He shrugged after a moment. “You probably already knew that though.”

“I might’ve picked up on it,” you said softly, pulling a hand from his glass before your lips grazed his knuckles. “By the way…I think you’re very good for me now.”

His eyebrows raised again and a smile spread on his face. “Really? No more ‘you’re bad for me’? None of that?”

You shook your head. “None of that. Even then- I was still with you despite that.”

“True, but it’s one thing when you’re with me despite thinking I’m not good for you. It’s another when you finally do,” he told you, and as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. “Though, I still think you’re far too good for me.”

“Your way of thinking is wrong usually.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you scrunch your nose at him, giving him a little smile before drinking more from your glass. “I think I’m perfectly in your league.”

“You’re a bad liar, Crow. A godawful liar.” Shooting him a look, he simply looked away, finishing his glass before looking over at the bear, changing the conversation with ease. “We shouldn’t have to hunt for a while after this.”

“We shouldn’t?” He shook his head.

“Even if we feed once a day, it’ll still take us over a month to get done with all of our blood. We- no I only eat once a week and you’re surprisingly keeping up with it once every two days.”

“It’s not that hard…just uncomfortable,” you said with a shrug. “It should get better though, right?”

He nodded. “Mhm, after a while it won’t be as uncomfortable ‘cause your body’ll get used to not eating as much.”

You nodded back at him, but you also couldn’t deny that your brain decided to get stuck on one small thought you happened to come across. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, Hex noticed. “What is it now, Crow?”

This time, you just spit it out, partly ashamed of yourself for thinking it, “Are you ever gonna get tired of having me around and not want me anymore?”

You saw his expression soften before he looked back at you. “What makes you think that?”

“Nothing, it’s just…a thought, I guess.”

“Well, get the thought out of your head,” he started, moving into your personal space to lean down and kiss your head. “‘M not goin’ anywhere and I’m sure as hell not letting you go either. I’m always gonna want you around, no matter what. Even if we fight.”

“Really?”

“I’ll pinkie promise you if it makes you happy,” he said, lifting his free hand and holding out his pinkie, letting you link your pinkie with his. “I promise, on my cold, undead heart that I’ll love you for the rest of our lives, ok? No matter how bad a fight is or anything of the sort. I’m gonna be here, and I’m sure as hell never gonna get tired of you, Crow.”

You smiled up at him, sighing softly before he pecked you on the lips. “That’s why I keep saying I’m in your league. You’re perfect for me.”

“Even if I’m the reason you can’t go out in the sun without burning?”

“Even if you’re the reason I can’t eat my favorite foods anymore,” you said, not answering his question, but giving him another reason. “Trust me, you’re stuck with me, I’m still paying the mortgage on the cottage.”

“Makes one of us,” he jokes, laughing when you swat at his arm. “You’ll pay it off, and then you can live in the house for free.”

“Not if I want to pay the bills.”

“Well, without a mortgage,” he said with a shrug, handing you his empty glass. “Anyway, finish up your drink, ‘m gonna get this inside and you’re gonna help me jar all of this up.”

“Am I getting paid?”

“You’re getting food,” he retorted and you nodded.

“True, I’ll finish,” you said, kissing him again before walking back in the cottage and downing the rest of the blood, putting the glasses in the sink before going out to help him with the containers.

The two of you spend the rest of the night using the rest of your jars to get the blood to last more than a week and as he’s playing tetris, trying to fit the jars with the others in the fridge and in the freezer, you watch him with a dumb little smile on your face because that was your man.

And even if he yells at inanimate objects because they don’t fit exactly like he wants them to, you love him anyway. Even if in the beginning he wasn’t all that good for you.

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Part One

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Toxic Love | Monster Boyfriend

You never thought that just going off the grid would cause you to end up with the biggest pain in the ass in existence. But here you were, three years into working remotely and living in a small cottage you were fortunate enough to call home.

Only, you unfortunately got the original owner of the cottage as well.

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Pressing the receiver onto the base of the landline you got from your job, you leaned back in your seat, sighing softly and running a hand down your face before you glanced over to the side of your makeshift dining room office, seeing Hex, your unwilling, vampire roommate. He was lifted around half a foot off the ground, staring at you with those beady, red eyes you’ve gotten used to after three years of dealing with them. “What?”

“Nothing,” he responded, but clearly he wanted something. He wouldn’t be looking at you like a man starved if he didn’t want anything.

“I fed you last week,” you reminded him. “Remember, the deal was that I would feed you every other week and I could live here without you throwing a fit. I don’t have to feed you until next week.”

“First,” he started, getting closer to you, lifting up higher to float over your laptop, tilting your head up, “I don’t throw fits, I get reasonably upset when someone comes in and steals my house. Second, you hardly fed me last week, and I’m hungry now.”

“Deal with it, vampy,” you responded, pushing him back by his forehead. He narrowed his eyes, giving you a look that could kill.

“Third, stop fucking calling me vampy,” he said.

“You’re a vampire though,” you said. “It’s on brand.”

His glare only deepened and he came at you again, your head tilted back in a second, his fangs bared and aimed towards your throat, an empty threat to tear it out. You only glanced down at him, moving a hand before tugging on his hair. “I have to work. Be a good boy and I might let you feed from me again. ‘Kay? ‘Kay. Now get out of the way.”

It took a moment, but he relented and pulled back, giving you another glare before floating away from your makeshift workspace and moved to the living room to sulk, which was just another Tuesday for you. “Y’know, you’re gonna have to stop sulking whenever you don’t get your way…you’re like five hundred years old.”

“Five hundred fifty,” he corrected you from the living room. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, going back to your laptop after deciding he was a lost cause until you were done from work.

Though, it wouldn’t be a normal day if he didn’t come back into the dining room to bother you some more. At least he had the courtesy to leave you alone when you were on the phone, more than patient to wait until you were done talking to a client. And he did, at least, make you lunch when you weren’t able to take your break, setting it beside your laptop before grumbling something about him being devolved into a simple servant to a ‘damn human’. You wanted to disagree with him, but arguing while on the phone wasn’t exactly the best move if you wanted to keep your job.

However, when you finally clocked out at five-thirty sharp, he was on your tail, following you into the living room and making himself home on your couch, staring at you with those beady eyes of his. “What’s your argument for behaving today?”

“I made you food and left you alone while you were working. At least, when you were off the phone.” You glanced over at him and noticed that he was pouting, looking almost desperate. “C’mon, please?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but sighed and moved your sweatshirt, tilting your head to the side and letting him have access to your neck, the marks from three weeks ago healed up. “You drank from my wrist last week, you’re getting the neck this week. You’re not getting anymore until you hit the two week mark.”

His pout got worse, but he looked at your neck, grumbling after a moment, “Fine.”

You heard it before you felt it, his fangs sinking deep into your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his body, drinking from your neck deeply. His eyes are screwed shut, face contorted in pleasure. His fingers are digging into your sweatshirt, and in return, digging into your skin.

Your hands found his, moving them from your shirt and squeezing them tightly, getting a squeeze in response. You relaxed a little more when he did that, happy he’s still there and not so deep into the bloodlust.

He continued to drink from you, only stopping when you squeezed his hand twice, then one more on his other hand, telling him you were light headed and to stop. He pulled back, tongue catching the little droplets that escaped before he moved, grabbing you a large bandage and pushing it on the mark he left, yanking you against his chest. He always got clingy when he was done drinking, no matter where he did it.

It was sweet if you wanted to cuddle, today however, you wanted nothing of the sort. You just wanted to go to bed. “...Hex, let go.”

“Hmm? Why?”

“Cause I’m tired,” you responded, turning your head slowly to look back at him. “And I want to go to bed.”

“Just rest on me,” he responded simply, like it was the most obvious answer. “It’s not like I’m doing anything.”

“You never do anything,” you said, glancing back at him. He shot you a look and pursed his lips, now stained a pale red thanks to your blood.

“Your pierce marks aren’t scabbed yet, I can still take more blood from you,” he warned. But you don’t believe him for one second, deadpanning him before turning back to look ahead of the two of you, leaning back against his torso. As he wrapped his arms around your waist, you let your eyes shut, relaxing against his body. “You’re lucky I’m full at the moment.”

You hummed. “You’re a softy. A big, ancient softy.”

His hands squeezed your body, head tipping down against your shoulder. It was usually moments like this that let you believe that he wasn’t as bad as he acted. He got soft after he drank from you, usually insisting you nap with him before he took over dinner duty for the night, usually excusing it with a small ‘you need to keep your strength up if I’m feeding from you’. Though, that was usually his excuse when he made you anything.

And it wasn’t like you complained all that much, considering he was surprisingly soft and weirdly warm despite being part of the undead.

You sighed out, a quiet breath escaping your lips as you rested against him and let your eyes shut, head tipping onto his as the both of you fell asleep, relying on the other for comfort.

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With the good days, came the bad days, and with the bad days came the really bad days. Unfortunately, you were stuck with a really bad day.

You were out for four days, having gone to the city for something dealing at the office. You told Hex you were leaving. You told him to take care of himself, to take care of the house. To behave. But the moment you walked in the house, it was pretty much a nightmare.

When you walked through the door, suitcase in hand and visible bags under your eyes thanks to the uncomfy hotel mattress, you saw Hex walk right in the main hall, his feet stopping when he spotted you before his face grimaced. “You reek.”

Of human, you knew he meant, but it still caught you off guard nonetheless. “I just got home, don’t start this, Hex.”

“Don’t start what? I’m only telling you that you smell like you were in a zoo,” he said, rolling his eyes, something clearly bothering him, but you just walked in and kicked the door shut. “Though, you were surrounded by those humans in the city. It’s no wonder.”

“Hex- not now. Please. I’m tired and I want a nap,” you said, practically begging him to stop before he truly started. “...I’ll feed you when I wake up…just let me-”

“Don’t worry about it. I already ate, took a deer down this morning, gave me more than you could.” You tensed at his words, already halfway through the main hall of the small cottage.

“You don’t like deer blood,” you said, pointing out the obvious. “You said it makes you sick.”

“Oh well, must’ve changed,” he responded, shrugging before walking past you and leaving you alone in the room. Sighing, you hefted your bags up the steps and into your room, seeing that Hex left it a mess.

Though, at the moment, you didn’t care, you simply put your bags down, got out of your shoes and got into bed, knowing that you were going to have to deal with Hex later. But that was an issue for you later.

Sometimes though, sometimes really bad days turn into horrible days. Sometimes you can’t even stop it before it starts.

After waking up from your nap, you tidied up the room, unpacked before going downstairs to make yourself some food before feeding Hex, because you knew that he got disgusted by the animal blood before taking what he needed to last almost two weeks without blood. But you had the misfortune of accidentally slicing your palm right as Hex walked in the kitchen.

You knew you should’ve ran the moment his footsteps stopped. You knew you should’ve ran the moment you heard a growl…you should’ve ran. But you didn’t. You went to the sink and you tried to run your hand under the water, trying to get rid of the blood to wrap your hand.

You felt his hands a few seconds after, then when you hit the ground, it distracted you from his fangs piercing into your cut. It did not, however, distract you from the sharp pain when he started drinking, forcing you to cry out and move your free hand to push at his head, your voice a whimper, “Hex, get off! You’re hurting me!”

But he didn’t listen like he usually does, another growl leaving him as his eyes snapped up to yours. He continued drinking, moving his eyes back to your hand as he gripped your wrist tightly, taking and taking and taking. You tried again, tapping him, pushing him, anything, but the pain got worse, and you were too lightheaded to do anything anymore. Your heart was slowing but your mind was racing, terrified of what would happen if he didn’t stop himself.

Your vision got blurry and you were on the brink of passing out when he stopped, pulling from you abruptly. You didn’t hear what he was saying, and you could barely see what he was doing, but you were too weak to do anything, so it wasn’t like you could do something in the first place. You did hear a high pitched noise after a long moment, then silence, then his wrist was pressed against your lips, the taste of heady iron slipping into your mouth and down your throat.

Then, he picked you up and carried you to the couch, laying you down on it and throwing a blanket over your body. He left for a couple minutes, then came back with something in his hand. It didn’t take you long to realize that it was a first aid kit, but that took you longer than it should have, not that you can think of much else but staying awake at the moment. You were getting colder despite the blanket and you heard him say something again, but you couldn’t make it out.

You were freezing though, that much was apparent, but all Hex did was bandage your hand, then his wrist and he moved to the couch, pulling you into his body. The last place you wanted to be was in his arms, but you didn’t have the strength to pull away.

Eventually, the darkness took over, and you were finally lured back to sleep, a blanket of calmness in a mess of chaos.

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You woke up later in your bed. You were in different clothes, comfier clothes than the business casual attire you were wearing when you passed out. The room was clean, not in the state you left it before going downstairs, which means Hex must’ve cleaned. Not that you wanted to think about the man who almost killed you earlier.

But you can’t help it when you live with him and when he walks through the door carrying a glass of a dark red liquid. He paused when he saw you, relief flashing across his face as he set the glass down and rushed to the side of the bed, only for him to pout when you quickly moved away from him.

It was almost too fast though. And your vision was clearer, but after your vision was blurry, you wouldn’t know the difference. You definitely knew the difference when you took a breath though, immediately catching the metallic smell that belonged to the cup. Your sense of smell was never that good…sure you could smell it when it stained your hands, but who couldn’t?

Hex held his hands up. “I know you probably hate me, and I don’t blame you…but I’m sorry. Really really sorry.”

“You almost drained me, Hex,” you said, voice hoarse. “How long was I out?”

“Three days,” he responded softly. “...I tried waking you, but you wouldn’t budge…but I know how it is…”

“Know how what is?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him. His hand lowered and he grabbed the glass again, giving you a sorry look.

“The transformation,” he said. “I don’t know what happened back there…I never experience that unless I’m starving…and I drained an entire deer before you came home…I just…I’m sorry I was pissy and I’m sorry I almost killed you, but this was the only way that you’d be safe.”

Despite no longer having a beating heart, it stopped. “You turned me?!”

He flinched at your shrill. “Yea…but you’re alive, aren’t you…?”

Your glare deepened and he gave you a nervous smile, handing you the glass. “...Here…I…I got another deer…you should eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” Yet you took the glass anyway. “How do I know you didn’t put anything else in here?”

Hex sighed, nodding. “Right, you don’t…and you don’t trust me right now…which is understandable…but it’s just deer blood…it’s still warm, it’ll be a little bitter at first, but you’ll get used to it…”

“I don’t want to ‘get used to it’,” you retorted. He nodded again.

“Right…then don’t get used to it, but unless you want to freak out and act like I did…you should drink that.”

“And what about next time?”

“Blood is easy to store now that you don’t need human food,” he mumbled, getting closer to you. “Drink it, don’t make me force it down your throat.”

When you didn’t, he started to get desperate, not above begging with a soft, “Please? I really don’t want to force feed it to you so you don’t freak out. It’s not fun.”

You glared at him for a long while, right before you sighed and sipped at the glass. It was bitter, but the feeling of it running down your throat made you pull in a sharp breath. You were quick to down the rest of the glass, lips staining red as you cradled the glass, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Looking over at Hex, you watched as he got closer to you and patted your arm. “...Good. Do you want more?”

You took a moment, but you nodded, handing him the glass back before you shakily got out of bed and followed him downstairs, hand gripping onto his shirt tightly.

You sat on the floor in the kitchen, back pressed against the cabinets as he got you more from a jar, crouching down and handing the glass to you. “Here…”

You nodded again, watching as he sat down in front of you. “...Why did you turn me?”

Hex paused, obviously not expecting the question before he sighed and shrugged a little. “...I…didn’t want you to die. I fucked up…so…I just did the one thing I knew I could do…”

“By turning me into a…a blood sucking-”

“Don’t continue that,” he said, cutting you off with a look. “You’ll get used to it…it’s not all bad, you can still work and all that…”

“But what about when I have to go into the office?”

“Heavy duty sunscreen and try to cover yourself,” Hex answered. “...Just try to get inside before you get burnt.”

You looked away from him, glancing up at the window in the kitchen, seeing the darkness of the night and the silhouettes of the trees, moonlight pouring into the room. You flinched away when he touched your hand, the same hand he almost killed you by drinking from. Feeling his stare, the way he was almost desperate for you, you sighed. “...I don’t know if I should stay here, Hex. You hurt me…really bad.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I know…and I don’t blame you for not wanting to be near me or anything like that…I am sorry though. But, don’t leave. In the beginning, sure, you were a…I don’t know, you were new and a human and you were taking over my house that I had for all of my adult life…”

When you didn’t react, he took it as a sign to continue, watching you drink some of the deer blood. “I don’t know how to live without you anymore.”

He watched you as you tensed, eyes slowly moving over to his. “...What?”

“I know it sounds like horse shit…but, I’ve lived by myself for centuries, I’ve lived in solitude for centuries and now that I have you, I don’t want you to leave. Please, don’t leave, I don’t know how to go back to that life anymore. I don’t want to go back to that life anymore,” he confessed, getting closer to you. “...Three years is nothing to someone my age, but it took me too long to realize that I need you…in more ways than one.”

Your eyes widened slightly, back pressed against the wooden cabinet doors, Hex only getting closer to you, forcing you to mumble, “...You’re not good for me…”

“I know…” he agrees softly. “...But if you give me time…if you give me a chance…I will be good for you…if you give me time to prove it.”

You knew you shouldn’t. You weren’t supposed to like him. You weren’t supposed to forgive him. You weren’t even supposed to know him.

But just like the first day you moved in, just like the first time he fucked up and barely apologized, yet did the best he could to make up for it, just like the weirdly beneficial friendship you made with him three years ago. You ignored what you weren’t supposed to do…you always took the chance.

And you’re taking the chance now. You shouldn’t. But you want to.

After a long moment, you nod, another sigh moving from your lips as you drank the rest of the blood, your fangs sore from suddenly growing in and all of the enhancements to your senses overwhelming you, but you lift your hand and gently touch his cheek. “...You’ll get one chance. Don’t blow it, Hex…”

A smile blossomed on his face, making him look younger, more innocent. It wasn’t often you got a smile out of him. Not often at all. And if you giving him only one chance did this, then maybe you’re gonna be ok, pushing fate aside and doing what you shouldn’t be doing.

Because he’s bad for you now, but you’re more than faithful that he’s gonna be great for you later.

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Part Two

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Forever and a Day | Monster Boyfriend

Everyone around you always told you you were crazy…that you’d never accomplish much. Not that you ever tried to prove them wrong. You only let them believe what they wanted to believe. Their opinion didn’t matter, because you weren’t crazy, and you could accomplish stuff that you thought was important.

It didn’t help your self-esteem though. It only got worse and worse with each comment. Well, until Kyna, a jackrabbit hybrid, appeared in your life. That’s when everything changed. That’s when your life turned around for the better.

He came into the coffeehouse you worked at one random day, and just like that…it was like a spark shot inside of you, blowing up in a million different fireworks. You fell quickly, but you never actually told him, appreciating his friendship far more than you cared about risking him not returning your feelings.

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You prepped the machine, already getting Kyna’s coffee ready for him before he came in. He ordered the same thing everyday: a tall coffee with three espresso shots, two pumps of vanilla, creamer and four tablespoons of sugar. He brought his own cinnamon, despite you saying that you had some you could add, but he’d only wave his hand in the air, add it and say something along the lines of ‘it’s different when you do it yourself’. You’d only laugh and take your fifteen minute break to hang out with him, spending what time you could with him before he had to head into work.

It was like clockwork when he’d show up and when he’d leave. You admired his schedule, but you also admired that he always seemed to drop what he was doing if you wanted to hang out. He seemed to live for you…and that in itself gave you something to live for in return.

Today was no different, you perked up when you heard the bell attached to the door ring and you watched as he walked in, large ears stood up on the top of his head like always, a chunky sweater swallowing his plush body whole as he donned his normal pair of cowboy boots and jeans. A walking representation of cozy country. You smiled when his eyes lit up at the sight of you and he rushed over, only to see you holding out his coffee. “You made it already?”

“You order the same thing, Bunny, kinda hard not to prep it.” Red tinged his tan cheeks at the nickname, something he used to hate being called, yet got soft on it whenever you said it, so it stuck pretty fast. “Don’t worry about paying either, I already put the money in the register.”

He pouted a little, giving you a small look before sighing and nodding. “Right. I’ll accept it, but only because I know you’re too stubborn to let me pay you back.”

Your smile widened. “Glad you’ve learned, Bun’.”

You watched as he shot you a small look, grabbing the coffee from your hand before tugging out that container of cinnamon from his bag, adding just a bit to his coffee before stirring it and sipping it, the smile on his face making your heart soar. Your eyes softened as you looked up at him, glancing over at your co-worker before she simply gave you a nod and you quickly went around from behind the counter, following him to his normal table like a lost puppy, sitting with him and letting him take your hand, enjoying the warmth of his calloused fingers, the roughness of his skin scratching at your skin, but you hardly cared.

“So, we still on for movie night?” Kyna asked after a moment of silence. You nodded, not wasting a second.

“Duh, you should bring that snack mix you make sometimes. It’s great and it’d suit binging bad movies until we can’t handle it anymore.” He smiled, scrunching his nose at you before nodding, squeezing your hand.

“Anything for you,” he said. There was a beat of silence between you two, but he ended it, opening his mouth and asking, “You got anyone new in your life?”

You snort. “Me? Oh, no, you’d be the first person to know and even then, I’d probably be kidding myself.”

“Yea, but I want you to get out there more, you’re great, anyone would want to be friends with you,” he started, squeezing your hand again. “And hey, maybe you might find a date? It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

You shook your head. “Nah, not really looking for someone. Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

You were teasing, obviously, but he shook his head, smile faltering a little. “Never. You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you. Forever and always.”

“Forever and a day,” you mumble back, meaning it with your entire heart.

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Sitting down at a table, you scroll through your phone, a little smile on your face as you look through everything, only to jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder, your eyes snapping up, only to see Kyna there. “Oh, good, it’s just you.”

“‘It’s just you’? Ouch, hon, you’d think I’d get a better greeting, being your best friend and all.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, waving your hand in the air dismissively before standing and hugging him. “Missed you.”

“It’s been a day since we saw each other, Bunny.”

“A day too long,” He mumbled. You smiled at his words, squeezing him tighter. After a few seconds, you two parted and you both sat down, your phone’s screen facing the table as you put all of your focus on him. Though, that wasn’t anything unusual for you.

Kyna bit at his lip and reached out for your hand, gripping it as his thumb rubbed against your knuckles. Your eyes fell to your hand in his and you felt your cheeks heat up, taking the initiative to squeeze his hand. “You good, Bun’? You look a little nervous.”

He nodded, smiling over at you before squeezing your hand back. “I’m good. Work’s just been stressful recently.”

With a small pout, you nodded a little. “Sorry, Bunny.”

“You gotta stop doing that,” he said. “You keep apologizing for things that aren’t your fault.”

Your cheeks flushed further and you chuckled nervously. “Old habits die hard.”

“That habit should be sixty feet under,” he said. A smile appeared on your face, a wide, genuine one- one that made him smile too. “I’m serious, you need to stop apologizing for shit that isn’t your fault.”

“Yea, but then I wouldn’t see your ears flop like they do, or the way the space between your brow crinkles,” you said. Kyna’s smile widened, turning into a goofy, lopsided grin, making your smile widen, heart soaring at the sight. You bit down on the tip of your tongue, not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to suppress the laugh that wanted to leave.

You loved it when he got like that, all happy and carefree. It made him look younger…like he didn’t have as many worries as he did. And you loved it even more when you made him like that. It made you more happy than you could imagine, and despite it being impossible, every single time you got that reaction, you fell in love just a little bit more.

You blinked when Kyna snapped his fingers in front of your face, waving his hand afterwards. “You good, hon?”

With another blink, you nodded, getting out of your thoughts and waving your free hand in the air. “Yea, just thinking.”

“About?” He asked, smile still on his face.

“Don’t worry about it,” you responded, scrunching your nose at him. “It’s nothin’ bad, Bunny, promise.”

He seemed to relax at that, but you still felt the squeeze he gave your hand, calloused fingers digging into your skin a little tighter, a worried look in his eye. Your smile slightly faltered. “You alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just have this…look in your eye…I don’t know.” His grip got tighter and it was like the mood shifted ever-so-slightly. You were concerned, but he moved your hands, lifting it gently before intertwining his fingers with yours, a soft breath leaving him, his nose twitching. That when you knew something was up. “Kyna…what’s wrong? Don’t lie, your nose twitched.”

He sighed, lips pursing a little before he opened his mouth, then shut it almost immediately after. He shook his head. “Not right now, hon.”

“Later?” He nodded. You got the feeling he was telling the truth.

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You paid for the drinks and Kyna tossed down a tip before the two of you made your way out of the restaurant, his arm around your shoulders, your left hand lifted and holding onto his hand. “So, you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

He huffed out a breath and glanced down at you. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

Meeting his eyes, you shot him a look. “You know me. Do I ever give up?”

Kyna smiled, shaking his head. “Nah, you don’t. One of the things I love about you.”

Your eyes widened slightly and his smile grew, a scoff leaving him as he pulled his arm back and nudged you. “You really couldn’t tell?”

“Tell what?” You asked, but you knew what he meant. You just wanted him to say it. You needed him to say it.

One of his brows raised and you grinned up at him, flush touching your cheeks when he tilted your head up when you two got to the curb of the sidewalk, your back against the streetlight before he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours. Letting out a muffled sound, your eyes fluttered shut and you were quick to kiss him back, arms throwing themselves over his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He loved you. He loved you. He loved you.

He knew you loved him too.

When you two parted, you slowly opened your eyes, smile on your lips as you caught your breath. He looked down at you, the same goofy grin on his face as he asked, lips brushing against yours, “You know what I’m talking about.”

Your smile grew and you kissed him again.

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You breathed out a huff, shoving the last box into the unfurnished living room, standing up straight and wiping your forehead free from the sweat that sat on it thanks to your adventure into moving. Kyna walked out to the living room, not looking any better as he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and you couldn’t help but stare at the pudge of his stomach, resisting the urge to grab at it and love on it. Your eyes fell to the way his sweats hung on his hips, catching some of his tail sitting on his back.

“Enjoying the show, love?” You heard him ask, snapping out of your mind before flushing and going back to the boxes. He snorted, walking over to you with a little hop and pressed a kiss to your head. “You’re not slick.”

“Shuddup,” you responded, burying your head against his chest when he pulled you into his arms, kissing your head again. “I just…”

“You just what?” Kyna asked teasingly.

“I like your body,” you muttered against his shirt. “It’s soft.”

His expression softened and he squeezed you. “I like your body too, love.”

He felt the smile you made against his body, squeezing you once more before letting go and lowering his hand to give you a little swat. “Let’s unpack.”

You shot him a shocked look, eyes wide and lips parted before running after him, letting him let out a yell and watching him hop into a run down the hall and up the stairs of your shared house, his laugh contagious as you ran after him, laughing at him as he traps himself in the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

God, you loved him.

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Walking into the house, you had a smile plastered on your face, nudging the door shut with your foot and calling out towards Kyna, knowing he was home from work already, “‘M home, Bunny!”

“Bedroom!” Kyna called in response and you nodded to yourself, setting the paper bag you got from the farmer’s market down, setting your keys beside it before shrugging out of your -his- hoodie. You tossed it on the couch and jogged down the hall and up the stairwell, slowing to a walk as you walked in your room, only to stop five steps in your and Kyna’s room, eyes wide and quickly welling with tears.

He was on one knee, holding a ring in his large hand, pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. His ears were straight up and he was wearing that sweater he knew you loved. He gave you a soft smile, moving on his other knee, holding the ring towards you, urging you to take it. “Marry me? Please?”

You felt tears run down your cheeks and you nodded, letting him slip the ring on your finger before wiping your tears, accepting your hug when you practically threw yourself onto him, smothering his face with kisses. You held onto him tightly, hands digging into his sweater, face buried in the crook of his neck as he held you silently, kissing your temple and letting you calm down.

You did, eventually, pulling away from him and grinning up at him, sniffling before kissing him again. “Love you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Love you more,” he teased, kissing you again, holding your left hand. “Now we can really be together forever.”

Your grin grew and you nodded. “...Forever and a day.”

Kyna beamed, tears pricking his own eyes as he nodded. “...Forever and a day, sweetheart…”

He hugged you again, squeezing you tightly, like he didn’t want to let go. Then again, neither did you, especially when he kissed your cheek and mumbled, “I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life.”

That only made you start crying again. Something he immediately tried to stop, shushing you and wiping your tears, despite his own rolling down his cheeks as you two took in the moment. Completely in love and so, utterly ready to take on the rest of your lives together.

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You look through paint swatches, sighing and leaning against the couch, tossing them on the kitchen island and dropping your head in your hands. You felt hands on your shoulders, thumbs digging into your shoulders and easing out the tension as Kyna kissed your head. “Why don't you take a break, love?”

“We have nine months until our wedding, Bun’, I can’t.” You looked back up at him, relaxing nonetheless when you looked up at him. There was a beat of silence, but when you glanced back at the paint swatches, you sighed again. “...Maybe I should.”

He smiled, obviously proud of you before pulling you off of the stool and into his arms. “C’mon, we’re taking a nap.”

You leaned into his body, nodding with a small noise. “Please,” you said.

His thumbs rubbed your body gently and he kissed your nose, carrying you up into your room and laying in bed with you, letting you curl your body into his. “...I can’t believe we have less than a year until we’re married.”

Kyna hummed in agreement. “I know, love, it’s getting closer and closer. But, when we’re married, we’re taking that honeymoon and enjoying ourselves and then we’re gonna come back here and be a real, responsible married couple.”

You hummed back at him, eyes looking up at him. “I love you.”

He smiled at the confession, kissing your forehead, grabbing your hand as the other wrapped around your body. “I love you more.”

“I love you the most,” you responded, mumbling as your exhaustion came over you, forcing your eyes shut and your breathing to slow. Kyna squeezed your hand, smiling down at your sleeping form before tossing a leg over yours and falling asleep with you, pulling you closer to his body, feeling your hands sleepily grip his shirt.

God, he loved you so much.

Hours later, you woke up to him making dinner, a color scheme he knew you’d like laid out on the kitchen island, staring up at you when you looked at it. “You should’ve woken me up when you woke up.”

“You’ve been stressed with work and the wedding. I wanted you to get your sleep,” he said, glancing back at you. You gazed up at him, a soft, sleepy look on your face. “You look like you need more sleep.”

“I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head before walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, kissing his back. “Thank you.”

“For?” Kyna asked, confused as to why you were suddenly thanking him.

“Just being you,” you said, kissing his back again. “I just…I love you so much…I’m really happy you love me back.”

He smiled softly, turning to face you, pulling you into his arms. “I couldn’t not love you, sweetheart, you’re my favorite person in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, looking up at him and resting your chin on his chest. “You mean that?”

“With all of my heart, love. I couldn’t imagine anyone else being my favorite person, the love of my life…my future spouse.” Your smile grew and he lowered his head down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, looking up at him happily. “For forever and a day.”

His smile widened at that. “Good. Good. Because I’ll love you for forever and a day too.”

You knew he meant it.

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You rushed through the door, plastic bag covering your wedding outfit in hand and a grin on your face. You couldn’t wait to show Kyna. “I’m home, Bunny!”

There was no response. Which was odd, since he was home when you left, and you were only gone for twenty-five minutes to pick it up too.

Your brows furrowed and you set it down on the couch, setting your keys down in the bowl with his keys, walking around the house and checking each room, but Kyna was nowhere to be seen. Even weirder.

You looked out the window, confirming that his car was in the driveway, right beside yours. You turned around when you felt a hand touch you, jumping when you saw Kyna, watching him chuckle a little before giving you a small look. “You’re jumpy today, sweetheart. You good?”

“I couldn’t find you in the house. Like anywhere. I checked everywhere. Where were you?” You asked, trying to calm your heart, but when you saw the flash of fear in his eyes, and his nose twitched, you couldn’t calm your heart, not when you knew something was wrong. “Bunny?”

“...Love…hon…we…we need to talk,” he said softly, grabbing your hands. Fear flashed across your face and your mind started flooding with ‘what ifs’. He brought you to your bed and sat you down, tucking some hair behind your ear. “...You remember when we got together…when you asked if something was wrong?”

“That was almost three years ago, Bun-”

“I know…” he said. “...I…I never did actually tell you what was wrong.”

Your brows furrowed again. “...What?”

He squeezed your hands. “...Honey…I’m not…well…here…so to speak.”

“What?” You repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not real, baby…” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Bunny- Kyna, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny…” Kyna said, pulling you closer. “...Sweetheart…that day at the restaurant…I…I had an accident at work. Someone didn’t put something on right and…well…I got the brunt of it…”

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head, but the look on his face…how serious he was being. Your heart almost stopped, tears pricking your eyes. “But…but you’re here. You’re with me. We’re getting married in three months…!”

“And if I was here with you…we’d be doing that…but I’m not, honey. I haven’t been for a long time.” He was crying, shoulders shaking as his hands gripped your hands tightly.

You felt tears run down your cheeks soon after. You felt like your heart was torn out, especially when he went over to his nightstand, opening it, tugging out an open envelope, something you don’t remember seeing. He handed it to you and you shakily took it. You opened the flap and pulled out a card, a sob ripping from your lips when you saw it.

It was a funeral invitation, done up in Kyna’s favorite color and flower, saying the date was the week after you two got together. “...I don’t remember getting this.”

“You blocked out everything about it…and I mean everything…it was like it never even happened for you,” he explained softly, sitting back down beside you and touching your hand.

“...So you’re not here…?”

“...Not physically, no,” he answered. “But…I’m always gonna be with you, sweetheart. I did love you…I always have…from the day we met. But I was a chicken shit and never confessed.”

“...Until that day…”

“...Until that day,” he confirmed. He grabbed your chin and planted a small, chaste kiss on your lips. “I will always love you. I promise.”

“...For forever and a day…?” You ask. He gave you a wet smile, nodding.

“...For forever and a day.”

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Commission Information

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Ok, first and foremost, I am a romance writer, if that wasn't obvious by everything in my profile. Which means that unless it has romance in it, I probably won't do another genre. However, having romance with another genre is perfect.

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Rainy Days | Monster Boyfriend

You used to love the rain, and the sound of it still calmed you down, but you stopped liking it as much when you met him.

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It was a rainy day, you were on your porch, letting it hit the hanging roof as you sat in your chair, rocking in your chair before you heard a noise, something that sounded a lot like static. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you tensed as the sound got louder, the creature getting closer to you. The static sounded pained, and you were ready to walk right back inside, but in the middle of standing up, the static was the loudest it’s been in that moment, and you knew why. You felt it, and you heard the static quiet down second by second. They were right beside you.

You kept your eyes down, a shaky breath leaving your lungs and you sat back down, hoping that the rain stopped soon.

A moment later, there was another noise, something calmer, something meant for you to hear. You still didn’t look up. You didn’t want to. You’ve heard of creatures like this one, humanoid in stature, but very quick to show someone that they were not if pushed over the very thin line they had.

You saw the deep grey hands belonging to them, wilted flowers gripped tightly in their hand, the petals occasionally dripping droplets of water. They made another noise, something that sounded akin to a ‘hello’ and then a quick ‘thank you’.

You only nodded, relief flooding your system when they stepped out of the way for you to rush to your front door, your head dipped down to the floor. You allowed them to stay on the porch, but you went inside your house.

When you shut the door, you finally looked up and slowly walked to the window, pulling back the curtains and glancing at the creature, spotting a mop of black hair on their head, heterochromic eyes a bright green and purple. They stared at the ground before taking a couple cautious steps to the chair you were just in before sitting down, lanky limbs splaying awkwardly on the wooden chair.

It didn’t take them long to get comfortable, finding a position that worked for them before they decided to glance back, eyes meeting yours. You heard another faint noise, and then you saw a small smile on their lips, aimed directly towards you.

And when the storm ended and the rain stopped, they disappeared, but not before knocking on your door. When you opened it, they were gone, but the same bouquet of flowers was there, on your welcome mat.

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The next couple times you saw him, it wasn’t raining, but he continued to spend hours with you, simply being in your presence, making small noises that sounded like words, and you responded to them. And when he left, he always left little gifts. At first, they were always on your welcome mat, but recently he’s started outright handing them to you, a lower here and there, a pretty rock occasionally, and then there were things you hoped he didn’t steal from the village nearby, but you never wanted to confirm.

Now was no different, but before you even had a chance to say anything, he handed you the gift, putting a sheer cloth in your hand before pointing to it and then using his lanky hand to cover your eyes before making another noise, one that sounded a lot like ‘wear’.

You closed your eyes before tilting your head up at him, cocking your head to the side. “Adonis? You want me to wear this?”

He made another sound in response, ‘yes’. You obliged, happy he still hasn’t complained about the name you gave him before tying the cloth around your eyes, opening them. You kept your eyes down, trying to get used to the feel of fabric around your face and your sight now being colored a light blue before he tapped your chin and brought your eyes up to his, but instead of reacting poorly, he acted as if you were looking at him through the window. He was calm, happy even.

Your cheeks flushed at the contact and you wanted it back when he pulled his hand away. He made a string of noises, a smile on his face as he took a step closer, ‘you can look at me now’.

“I suppose I can,” you responded. “Thank you, Adonis.”

His smile widened and he brought his hands together, walking over to the second chair you put out, sitting down in the chair and crossing his legs under him, tucking his hands in his lap. You sat down beside him, keeping your eyes on his as he ‘talked’ to you about his week, your ears catching onto enough to keep the context going, your brain filling the blanks in for you.

But when he brought up his parents and family wanting to meet you, his mate, you stopped him quickly, your brows furrowing behind the fabric. “Woah woah, slow down Adonis. Mate? What’s that about?”

He stopped and looked at you, the edges of his hair falling slightly to the side as he tilted his head. His brows pinched together before grabbing your wrist before his fingers grab the bracelet he gave you one of his visits before pointing to him, another string of noises leaving him, ‘you accepted my gifts. Makes you mate’.

Your heart almost skipped three beats, your eyes widening as everything crashed down onto you. You had no fucking idea what you just got yourself into…not a single clue. “...Mates…as in soulmates?”

He shrugged once before nodding at your words. You pulled in a breath, mumbling under your breath, “Son of a bitch…”

Adonis was nice, sweet and you were able to admit you thought he was attractive, but you just thought he was being nice…not courting you in a way you didn’t understand. Though, you should’ve looked into his kind more, but it wasn’t like you thought it was necessary.

You looked up at him again and nodded. “...Right…right…”

How were you supposed to deal with this? It’s not like you could say you weren’t his mate, in his eyes you were and…well…you didn’t want to break his heart, he obviously seems excited. Maybe his family won’t accept you…and he’s very family oriented so he can’t be with someone his family doesn’t approve of…that’s a plan.

It was something…if not, you…you were in one hell of a ride.

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

Turns out that Adonis’ family loves humans…and you were the star of the show that night. They even mentioned that naming was also part of the mating process, so you really just fucked yourself right up.

But it was a week after meeting his family and two after being told you were Adonis’ mate, and, thinking back on it, you really didn’t mind it all that much anymore. He wasn’t the worst guy to be tied to…sure, you were gonna have to wear the cloth over your eyes until you figure out how to look at him without angering him, which was something that you learned was out of his control and something he wished he was able to change about himself. But was it really that bad?

You glanced over at Adonis, seeing his legs tucked under him as he sat in the chair, hands delicately holding the mug you handed him when you stepped out with your coffee, taking a sip of the bitter liquid and letting it run down your throat. You sat beside him, watching him gracefully move the mug to one hand as he held out the other, palm up, a small, silent question, asking if you were going to hold his hand.

You moved a hand from your mug and placed it in his, letting him hold it tightly, feeling three squeezes to it. He lets out a noise, your name. You hummed and glanced over at him, cloth over your eyes. “Yea?”

‘You’re quiet. Is everything ok?’ You paused again and nodded after a long moment.

“Yea, I’m fine, Adonis, don’t worry about me,” you said, trying to be reassuring. “I just…I’m thinking. And it’s a good morning, sometimes you just wanna stay quiet during a good morning…”

He nodded, but didn’t look like he believed you, squeezing your hand again. ‘Are you sure?’

You nodded again. “Yep. I’m good.”

‘You don’t look fine.’ The string of noises was soft, and you found yourself translating the noises instead of just having your head piece together what the context was. ‘Talk to me. What are you thinking about at least?’

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Do you tell him? How do you break it to him? “...Well…it’s uh…I’ve been thinking about us…and about the whole ‘mate’ thing.”

‘Right. You’re my mate, what about it?’ You let out a breath.

“I…uh- I wasn’t expecting to become your mate…I didn’t know that accepting your gifts would do that and well…I already met your family and they seemed to like me…but-” He cut you off, and you almost saw hurt cross his face.

‘But you don’t want to be my mate.’ Your lips parted slightly, and you weren’t quick enough to backtrack before he pulled his hand away. ‘That’s all you had to say.’

“But that’s not what I was going to say, Adonis…” You set your mug down on the wood floor beside your chair, reaching out of his hand again. “I’m fine with being your mate…I like it. I just…I wasn’t expecting it and it’s so sudden and…”

You sighed. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t like it, much less hate it. But it was fast…and I didn’t know.”

He visibly relaxed, nodding. ‘...Oh…’

“Yea…” You let out a breath of relief when you felt his hand grab yours again. “It’s fast. Very fast.”

He nodded again, thin black eyebrows pinching together, something you had to resist the urge to smooth before he talked again, ‘Do you want to go slow?’

A small smile touched your lips and you nodded back, relief flooding through your system. “Yea, that’s exactly what I want.”

There was a moment of silence, the tension thick between you two before he squeezed your hand. He parted his lips to speak again, but you both heard it before you saw it: the rolling thunder, promising a heavy storm.

The rain followed quickly, the wind blowing it on your porch as you got up, helping Adonis out of his seat before ushering him into your cottage, shutting the door behind the both of you.

Adonis had been inside your cottage a couple times, but every time he was able to go inside, he looked at it in awe, like it was somehow a masterpiece when it was just your multiple aesthetics thrown together in a big pile. This time though, he made himself home on your couch, staring down into his mug as his thumb ran along the rim. ‘I don’t know how to take something like this slow.’

The admittance was a surprise to you, something you weren’t expecting. “What?”

‘Mating with my people is quick…easy…’ he let out an audible sigh, ‘most of my kind have a child by the end of the first year their mate and them have been official.’

Your eyes widened, something he caught, even behind the cloth. ‘We don’t have to do that,’ he reassured you. ‘My family didn’t have children until years after. My parents mated young and wanted to live life a little.’

“Your parents get it,” you said, trying to joke a little. Adonis managed a little smile. “...Look, I…I think I could feel something for you, I really do, but it…it’s not as fast as it might’ve been for you.”

He nodded. ‘That’s alright. I’ll wait for you.’

And wait for you he did.

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

It took a year, but he never stopped visiting you, instead, he practically moved into your cottage with how often he stayed, proving to be one hell of a cook. You still had to wear the cloth sometimes, but mirrors helped with looking at his face without angering him.

You’re sitting across your kitchen table, cloth on, white now ‘cause it was easier on your eyes. You look up at him, giving him a little smile before you nudged his hand, relishing in the way he took yours and held it comfortingly. ‘Yea?’

“I…uh…I have to confess something. Which means we need to talk,” you said suddenly, almost chuckling at the panic on his face, knowing it’s only good news.

It took a year. But it was a short year, you hardly even could tell it passed with how much fun you had in it. You spent almost every day with Adonis, sometimes visiting his family, and…you couldn’t help but fall in love with him, with his little mannerisms, the way he grumbled when something happened that he wasn’t fond of, no matter if it was fictional or real, or when it was sunny, he put little wild flowers in his hair and practically begged to do the same to your hair, which you couldn’t help but agree to. You just couldn’t help it. You fell for him, and you fell fast.

‘...About?’ Adonis asked after a moment. ‘What happened?’

“It’s nothing bad,” you said. “But…I- I want to continue with the mating process.”

His eyes widened and a smile bloomed on his face. He looked elated. “Believe it or not…I fell in love with you. It took a year, but I’m confident enough to say that I love you. I love you a lot, Adonis.”

His smile grew to a full blown grin and you can tell he was moving faster than his mind was, his lanky body moving across the table to capture your lips in his, a skinny hand snaking to the back of your neck to help you tilt your head up to kiss him comfortably. You let out a noise of surprise, but your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you kissed him back, hands lifting and digging into his loose shirt, lips moving against his in a dance, something you never want to get away from..

It took a moment, a long, drawn out moment, but you both pulled away for air, chests heaving as you two tried to pull in as much air as you could from the kiss. “Wow.”

He smiled again, looking proud of himself before nodding in agreement. ‘Wow…’

You stood up, tugged him down and kissed him again, smiling against his lips before pulling away. You opened your mouth, ready to speak again before hearing thunder, a small snort leaving you. “Guess you’re staying for a while, Adonis.”

He nodded again. ‘Not that I’m complaining.’

“You better not be,” you teased, grabbing his hands and pulling his body flush against yours, looking up at him happily. So so very much in love. You two stood there in silence for a moment, letting the rain be background noise, relaxing you as you kept him from panicking at the noise, softly littering him with praises and the occasional kiss.

It got as far as your bedroom, where the two of you were laying in bed, Adonis curled around you, his legs too long to do anything but that. The rain tried to lull you to sleep, but you kept blinking yourself awake, watching Adonis as he listened to some music through your headphones, not looking too awake himself.

You pushed some of his hair behind his ear, smiling lightly before sighing, resting your head on his shoulder. You wondered what he chose to listen to that could make him so sleepy, but then again, you were reacting the same exact way towards rain, so you decided not to ask, only blinking yourself awake a couple more times until you finally drift off to sleep, the last thing you feel being Adonis’ skinny arm wrapping around your waist, one of his legs going between yours.

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

You were at his parents’ again, this time with more than just Adonis’ parents and two siblings, oh no. This time his whole family was here, towering over you and the man you considered a giant. Though he did mention being smaller than the other men in his family.

Practically on Adonis’ lap, he held you close to him, adjusting the cloth around your eyes when it got too loose, or carrying on with banter some of his family members started, even encouraging you when you joked around with his sisters, fitting right in despite being the only human in the house.

After an hour of it though, Adonis moved his hands to yours, rubbing the backs of them with his thumb, mumbling in your ear, ‘You know how much I love you, right?’

You nodded, looking back at him with a small smile. “‘Course I do, Babes, you don’t have to remind me, y’know that?”

He lowered his face to your neck and you could feel his lips quirk up. ‘Yea, I just like saying it. But I said it for a reason this time.’

“Yea? And what’s the reason?” You asked with a low voice, grabbing his other hand. You narrowed your eyes and decided to lighten the slowly tensing mood, teasing him, “You’re not about to propose, are you?”

Adonis paused and your expression fell before your eyes widened as he muttered against your skin, ‘Well not anymore, you ruined the mood.’

“No,” You said, carrying the ‘o’ before shaking him a little. “I didn’t, c’mon, you can still do it, I’ll be serious.”

You didn’t notice the knowing looks that his family shot the both of you. If you did, you would’ve realized that he clearly had it planned from the start, and that would’ve only made you feel guiltier than you already did at that moment.

“C’mon, do it, please?” You asked him, squeezing his hands. “I promise I’ll be serious.”

You batted your eyelashes at him and put on the best pout you could manage. Ever the pushover, Adonis made a big deal out of sighing and nodding, moving one of his hands before pulling out the ring from his pocket.

He simply held it out to you, and you finally noticed the silence in the room, glancing around at his family, seeing them all staring at you. Your cheeks flushed and you bit your lip, only to turn back to face Adonis, press a chaste kiss to his lips and take the ring, slipping it on your finger.

Then the silence turned to small cheers and your gaze fell to the ring, noticing the simple gold band and smiling at your birthstone and onyx gems, swapping through the entirety of the ring. You kissed Adonis again and smiled up at him, pressing your lips against his one more time for good measure.

The rest of the night was a party for the both of you and you sighed softly, happily, every time you looked down at the ring.

You don’t like rainy days as much as you used to, but, if you’re being completely honest? You don’t really care. Not when you have him.

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Just throwin' something out there, cause I think there's enough of you lmao.

If I opened commissions, would anyone be into that? It'd pretty much be monster romance and if anyone is interested I'll make a post sayin' everything about it. Just curious.

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Crowned (Matched pt. 2) | Monster Boyfriend

At first, you thought your life wasn't normal. But the longer you stayed on Actae, the more the life you didn't call normal became normal. Especially being the next crowned royal, destined to rule beside your soon-to-be husband, Fonir.

It's been a year and a half since you left Earth as a test subject and it's been a year since you matched with Fonir, something that's changed your life for the best...even if there are some rocky parts with the idea of you ruling. Fonir thinks you'll do wonderfully, 'convincing' you of his point by kissing you until you simply drop the argument full of your self-loathing.

Despite the beginning of your life on Actae, you wouldn't give it up for the world...especially now that you have Fonir.

(;-;-;-;-;-;-;)

You felt someone latch onto your arm, shaking you gently before cool lips pressed against your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose, then the other cheek before you tiredly pouted your lips before said cool lips were placed on yours. You blinked awake slowly, smiling up at Fonir. "...Morning, Lobari."

He almost melted at the pet name -knowing full well it was just Actaen for 'match'- a purr leaving his throat before he kissed you again. "Your pronunciation is getting better every single day, Jarïle...you're doing wonderfully..."

Your smile widened after a moment and you stared up at him with an adoring look in your eye, pushing back some of the hair that framed his face. "Well of course...I have a wonderful teacher."

Another purr left his throat as you lifted yourself up to kiss the round button of his nose. "How long have you been up?"

"Couple hours...my father wanted me to confirm some of the wedding details..."

"This early? We have-"

"Two months, my love," he chuckled, cutting you off with his words and another small kiss. "We agreed on a year from now eight months ago."

You let out a soft groan. "...Right...right...no wonder everyone was wanting my opinion on floral arrangements..."

Fonir chuckled again before nodding. “You answered them though.”

“I did…and I had no idea why I was being asked about it…Jesus Christ, I better have chosen the right arrangement,” you said, falling back on the pillow.

“You keep mentioning this Jesus fella, and I don’t know why, but I’m sure you’ve chosen the right flowers, love…you have an eye for that sort of stuff.” You met his eyes, knowing that you’re not awake enough to explain to him about why you say Jesus in a moment of anguish, almost finding it cute that he’s confused about it before you sighed.

“Yea, well…I hope so too.” Fonir gave you a soft look, kissing your head before helping you back up into your sitting position easily. His slim hands held your arms lightly, rubbing up and down your shoulders. You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, softly smiling up at him. “Fonir, I don’t know how you’re so cute…”

Yellow touched his cheeks and he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Flatterer,” he said, scrunching his nose at you before kissing yours.

“Only telling the truth,” you said quietly, moving your hands before pushing them against his chest with a chuckle. “Now step back…if you keep doing this I’m not gonna get out of bed and then it’ll be noon by the time you’re done.”

He flashed a smile down at you and you only rolled your eyes in response, chuckling before pushing him back gently. “I’m serious, c’mon, I gotta get up, I gotta meet Jorik and Soran for coffee this afternoon.”

“That’s hours away,” he sighed, moving to dramatically throw himself on your lap. “Do you just want to leave me? Is that it?”

“You’re so fucking dramatic,” you snort. “Don’t you have a meeting with your dad at the exact same time as my coffee meeting?”

“Yes, but I’m not trying to leave my oh so small lover when I have hours to prepare,” he groaned. You shoved him off your lap and onto the bed, hopping out of bed the moment you’re free.

“I’m not small,” you retorted, only for him to groan again and hold up his hand, his forefinger and thumb oh-so close together.

“Tiny, tiny Lobari,” he responded quietly, moving himself fully on your side, laying on his side to look at you. “My short royal.”

You stepped out of the way of his arms as he tried to grab at you, moving over to your closet. You skipped the flamboyant wardrobe that was your new royal gear and reached in to grab a worn tee and jeans, grabbing a jacket to go with it. You got changed, walking out after snatching a pair of socks and tossing the night clothes in the hamper. “You’re not wearing your new clothes?”

“I’m going out for coffee,” you answered, smiling over at him, “it’s not a royal meeting.”

“Yea, but I never see you in them.”

“I wore them just last week, hon,” you commented, watching as he visibly tried to remember it, before pouting and letting out a long, dramatic sigh.

“That was so long ago.” Rolling your eyes, you let out a snort, hopping on the bed to get your socks on, only able to get the right one on before a pair of lanky arms wrapped around you and pulled you into Fonir’s chest, his head laying on top of yours.

“Fonir,” you deadpanned, “I’m not leaving you forever, at most it’ll be three hours.”

“Yea, and you’re getting ready so soon.” His pout got worse, letting you get the left sock on before tugging you down, pushing your hair behind your ear slightly. “Five more minutes?”

You met his eyes, admiring the small galaxies before kissing the corner of his mouth gently. “...Fine, five more minutes.”

(;-;-;-;-;-;-;)

It was not, in fact, five more minutes. It was more like two hours and a half, the two of you sleeping soundly on your side of the bed, dead to the world.

That is, until your phone started ringing, forcing Fonir awake with a groan as he nudged you gently. “Someone’s calling you, Lobari,” he said groggily, refusing to open his eyes lest naptime is over.

“...It’s probably Jorik,” you groaned, hiding your face further into his chest. Then it hit you. Your eyes snapped open and you pushed up, moving to grab your phone and answer the call. “Yea?”

After a failed attempt at getting up and out of Fonir’s arms, you lay on your side. “Did you just wake up?”

“From a nap, yea…what’d you need? We aren’t supposed to meet until this afternoon…it’s only eleven.” There was muffled talking on the other end, and the cool lips pressed against your neck did little to keep you focused. “Jorik?”

“How do you mind meeting at twelve? They need Soran and I at the library, the newbies aren’t doing too well,” she said with a small chuckle. You blinked a couple times.

“Noon? Yea…I could do that. Just gotta get out of bed.” There was a small grumble from the lanky prince that was currently clinging onto you, his arms only getting tighter around your body. “Someone’s not too happy I’m leaving earlier.”

“It’s our custody time, and we’re only asking for a couple hours,” Jorik joked, laughing faintly a moment after. You get the feeling Soran cracked a joke.

“I’ll escape,” you started, getting cut off by another grumble, “it’ll just take some effort.”

“He does understand you’ll be coming back, right? I don’t think he understands that.”

“Fonir’s fine, he’s just a passionate fiancé,” you defended. “Also we’ve only just moved in with each other three months ago…he’s still getting used to me being at an arm’s length everywhere.”

He hummed in agreement and you simply kissed his head. “You’re enabling him.”

“I am not,” you said. “You and Soran are together constantly.”

“That’s because we got lucky being each other’s Lobari, not to mention we work together, dumbass.”

“Hey hey, you’re speaking to one of the future rulers, watch who you call a dumbass,” you jest.

She snorted and you could just see the eye roll through the phone. “You should value honesty as a future ruler, and being honest, I think you’re a gigantic dumbass.”

“Does that make you a jackass?”

“Only if Soran’s the smartass,” she responded without a moment to think. You laughed, glancing up at Fonir’s face, only to see him staring down at you with a fond expression. “Soran says he’s the jackass.”

“Soran can be whoever he wants to be,” you said, lifting yourself up to peck Fonir’s lips swiftly. “Look, I’ll meet you at the coffeehouse early, but I gotta hang up.”

She sighed heavily. “Fine, but don’t show up with sore legs this time, Korlae.”

Pink touched your cheeks. “I think I can promise you that this time around.”

“Good,” Jorik started, “we’ll see you there then.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, not minding when she hung up on you, simply putting your phone back on the nightstand. “Think I can get up now, Fonir?”

“Not sure,” he said. “Might have to kiss me. Like one of those human fairytales you told me about. That might get me to let go.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes before grasping his chin gently, lifting his head up to meet his eyes and kiss his lips softly, smiling down at him when you pulled away. “That better?”

Yellow tinted his olive green skin and he smiled back up at you all goofy like, pulling you down to kiss you again. “Ei jhab wiu,” he said softly.

You pinched your brows together at the use of his native tongue, translating it in your mind before your eyes widened and you kissed his nose. “I love you too.”

Fonir’s smile widened and he let out a small chuckle, lifting his head up to kiss you again. When the two of you parted, he let go of you and watched as you got out of bed. His eyes followed you when you grabbed a pair of slip ons and put them on, turning back on his side. “You’re leaving at noon now?”

“Mhm, before then actually, I have to leave earlier to be there by noon.”

“So we won’t see each other until dinner?” You gave him an apologetic look.

“Afraid not, Love, but it’s not like we can’t last that long without each other…we’ve only been living together for three months and before then I had the apartment.”

“But that was different,” he said, getting out of bed himself, walking over to you. “Then we didn’t live together so it was normal not to see each other all the time. Now I wake up beside you and…it’s just different. Now I just…miss you, a lot.”

Your eyes softened as you looked up at him and you grabbed his hand, kissing each knuckle. “...I miss you a lot too. But guess what? In two months, we’re gonna be married, and we’re gonna start ruling when you turn twenty-five, and we’re gonna be together forever. We can last a couple hours, Lobari.”

A hint of a smile appeared on his face and he kissed your head. “I adore your optimism, Jarïle.”

With another swift kiss, it was Fonir’s turn to get dressed as you finished getting ready. You fixed your hair up, getting it to your standards before brushing your teeth, letting the toothbrush sit in your mouth when he walked into the bathroom, adorned in his normal royal gear, your hand holding up his hairbrush. He took it with a thankful smile and brushed through his long hair, waiting for you to finish brushing your teeth before showing his strength and lifting you on the counter, handing you a ribbon before turning around and lowering down for you to put his hair up.

“You never ask anymore.”

“I don’t have to anymore,” he responded simply. “You’d do it anyway.”

You swatted at his head, giving him a look. But almost immediately after, you started gathering his hair, tying it up with the ribbon before double knotting it so it doesn’t untie. “Did you-”

“I did,” you responded, cutting off his question. “That sucker isn’t going anywhere.”

He rose back to his feet and turned around, glancing at your work in the mirror before kissing your forehead. “Perfect, like always.”

“I could completely botch your hair and you’d say it was perfect,” you retort.

He gasped melodramatically. “I would not, I value honesty.”

Fonir met your eyes, taking your chin in his hand. “And we have a guest room that I would force you to sleep in if my hair was botched.”

“My my, the prince has guts.”

“You know how much I value my hair, Lobari,” he said, helping you off the counter and walking with you out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom, watching you grab your phone and your wallet. “Leaving already?”

“Long walk,” you answered simply. “I have to, I’ll text you when I get there.”

He nodded, moving over to you to give you another short kiss. “Good, have fun, get what you want and tell the other two I say hi.”

“Will do,” you said, smiling up at him before opening the door and walking out of your room.

(;-;-;-;-;-;-;)

You walked into the coffeehouse, glancing around a little before spotting Jorik and Soran at a corner table, both of them on their phones, but holding hands right on the table. You rushed over to them, knowing that if you stood in the doorway any longer, you were either going to block someone or someone would recognize you. And you really didn’t want the latter, you’ve dealt with enough of that.

Sitting down across from them, both of them glanced up at you, Soran’s body perking up to put his phone down and pull his hand from Jorik to sign happily, ‘Hey, how was the walk?’

“It was alright,” you responded. “Fonir says hi, by the way.”

You pulled out your own phone, shooting your fiancé a text, telling him you were at the coffeehouse. He was quick to respond with a smiley face, and you left it at that, shoving your phone back in your pocket.

“Texting him?” Jorik asked.

“I said I’d let him know I got here,” you said. “You know how he worries.”

“Yea yea,” she said, waving her hand in the air dismissively, only for Soran to shoot her a look and get your attention again.

‘She’s just as bad. She just doesn’t like admitting it.’ You parted your lips to comment on it, but Jorik was quick in grabbing his wrists, shooting him back the same look he gave her.

“Shut.” He smiled at her smugly, leaning forward to give her a kiss before pulling his wrists away from her hands. After a couple seconds, Jorik’s cheeks flushed and she pulled back, cheeks puffed out as she leaned back in her chair. “That was unfair, Soran.”

His grin widened and he leaned back after her, moving his hand to grab her hand, signing single handedly towards you. ‘Don’t worry about ordering your drink, we got it for you.’

You gave him a thankful look and his smile softened at it. You felt a buzz in your pocket, then two more before you pulled your phone out, checking it. Only to see that it was Fonir sending you pictures of a stray animal that he found in the garden, the last one being him holding it. “...I have a pet now,” you sighed out, more amused than anything, showing the two the photo.

“He really just took them.” You nodded, pulling your phone back to ask what he’s naming them.

The only response you get is a blurred mess of him and the Actaen version of a cat, his father in the small corner of the photo. “Maybe not.”

“What happened?” Jorik asked for the two of them.

“His dad’s in the last photo. I think he’s running back to our room.” You glanced up at them, watching Soran’s shoulders shake as he quietly laughed. “You laughin’ at my fiancé trying to sneak an animal in the castle?”

He linked arms with Jorik, signing at you quickly. ‘Maybe. It’s just funny that he would have to sneak.’

“Ralin isn’t exactly the biggest with pets,” you said, shrugging. “Also don’t maybe me when you were just laughing, weirdo.”

‘Thought I was a jackass?’

“Only because you said you were, Soran,” you responded. You opened your mouth again to start talking again, but you were quickly shut up by a waitress coming with your drinks: a human, who, with one glance at you, let out a surprised squeak before setting down your coffee, dipping their head down and rushing back to the back.

You sighed, shaking your head and lifting your mug up to sip at the coffee. Looks like your hopes of not being recognized were shit.

(;-;-;-;-;-;-;)

You rushed around, talking to maids, butlers, wedding planners, all of which cracking down on the wedding planning when you and Fonir hit a month to go before you became an official future ruler of the kingdom.

Your outfit was being made, the food planned by Fonir, the band planned by the both of you. You were running dry, especially when Ralin has been giving Fonir and you more responsibility for when you two start ruling the kingdom yourselves. You hardly caught a break.

Now wasn’t any different.

You rushed out of the ballroom, taking a deep breath as you hid behind one of the doors, your head leaning back to hit the wall gently, closing your eyes as you took the only moment of silence you’ve gotten in weeks.

That is, until you get shoved into the door by someone else hiding behind it, your eyes snapping open to look up at who did it, only to see Fonir, looking down at you with wide eyes. Your expression of surprise faded into a smile and you chuckled quietly. “You too?”

“You have no idea,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you before the both of you slid down to the floor, leaning on each other. “...You think we could just get married…I could find someone.”

“Your dad would be pissed.”

“He would…but the last thing I want is everyone in the entire damn kingdom watching us get married…it’s supposed to be intimate,” he sighed. “It’s a lot.”

“It is,” you said, nodding in agreement. “...But we can do it.”

He glanced over at you, the corners of his lips upturned. “You think so?”

You grabbed his hand. “I know so, Fonir. Trust me, we’ll get this, and then we have a two week honeymoon…alone, without any cameras, any responsibilities, just us.”

He sighed out, his smile widening. “That sounds so good right now.”

You chuckled again, kissing his cheek. “You ready to get back in there?”

“Five more minutes?” Pausing at the question, you nodded after a moment, watching his eyes light up before he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer to him, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

This time, it was only five minutes.

(;-;-;-;-;-;-;)

You took a deep breath, flowers littering your hair, a mix of the flowers you chose for the arrangement, a mix of greens, pinks and yellows. You smoothed down your outfit, the silky feel of the garment calming you a little.

When the music turned on, you took another breath and walked into the ballroom, the handmade floral carpet padding the noise coming from your boots as you walked down the aisle, ignoring the cameras in the corners, just focusing on Soran and Jorik on your side, and then Fonir, giving him a small smile. He returned it, already looking like he was about to cry. Not that you could blame him with how nice he looked in his suit, the colors bright, something he obviously chose.

You stood beside him at the end of the carpet, the both of you lowering to your knees, as the music quieted down, slowing to a stop right before the wedding started.

The beginning was in Actaen, something you only got bits and pieces of, but with the way Fonir was looking at you, you would’ve been alright if you couldn’t understand any of it.

The elder called you out first, lifting your head up to settle a necklace around your neck, the blue gem sitting in the wiring shining in the light. “Do you take our prince, Fonir, the future king of the people of Actae to be your husband? To never part until one of you takes your final breath?”

You nodded, looking over at him before your smile widened. “I do.”

The elder smiled slightly, doing the same to Fonir, slipping the necklace on him. “And do you, my prince, take your match, your human as your spouse? To never part until one of you takes your final breath?”

He nodded just as quickly as you did, more tears welling in his eyes as he kissed your hands. “I do.”

Ralin stepped up, smiling down at the both of you before taking his crown off, laying it on Fonir’s head before walking over to Jorik, taking Fonir’s mother’s crown off of the cushion before setting it on your head, the crown a little big for you, but you’d make due.

He stepped back for the elder to continue. “Now, with the power given to me to lead this marriage of a kind, I now pronounce you life partners, you may kiss.”

Fonir didn’t need any more say than that, leaning forward, cupping your face before kissing you, smiling into it when you responded almost instantly, kissing him back and letting the feeling of bliss drown out the cheering and applause of the audience and your two best friends.

You were a royal now, something you never thought would happen in your life, and as long as you had your husband by your side, you thought you could do anything you could ever want.

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Flowers Bloom (Flowers for Valentine's Day pt. 2) | Monster Boyfriend

"Alright," the Doctor started with a small smile, "your throat is looking clear, no marks, and no flowers, petals or otherwise."

You let out a heavy sigh, something you weren't used to doing anymore and you glanced over to Noam, watching him watch you with eyes full of worry, the purple bright as he stared at you and then to the Doctor, not even letting up when they confirm that you look ok. "Just try to get food and fluids in your system, you just went through Hel, pardon my language, but I have no other way to put it."

You smiled at them, shaking your head. "...It's fine. You put it right."

They smiled back at you, wrote a couple things before heading to the door. "I'll just get your papers ready, you should be back up and working in three days."

When you nodded, they walked out, leaving Noam and you alone.

Noam's foot bounced and you let out a soft sigh, getting off of the cot before going over to him and kneeling down, just like he did back at your apartment, your hands finding his face. "...Hey...I'm alright. I'll be back up and giving you pastries in no time."

Your words didn't do much to change his expression, a deep frown on his normally bright face. "...Noam...Sunshine...hey, it wasn't your fault."

He pulled from your hands and let out a shaky breath before his own hands grabbed his. "...What if I was too late...? ...What if I didn't make it back in time...?"

"Hey-" You warned him. "Don't think like that."

"I could've...I would've...I would've killed you if I didn't realize I was the cause...that I loved you...it would've been my fault..." You squeezed his hands, shaking your head.

"Don't say that. I mean it, Noam...it wasn't your fault. Fuck- it wasn't your fault at all. And everything worked out for the better. I'm here...you're here...we're both here." Squeezing his hands once more, you moved to press a kiss to his temple. "We're alright."

He opens his mouth to protest, those pointed ears of his drooping slightly but he only nods, purple eyes looking into yours, almost like he was trying to look through your soul. After another temple kiss, you pulled back from him to get a good look at his face, noticing the twinge of red before he gave you a tight lipped smile. "Thanks for not hating my guts..."

"Why would I hate your guts?"

"You were growing flowers out of your lungs because you fell in love with me," he answered bluntly. "If that happened to me, I'd be pissed."

You breathed a laugh, your own smile appearing on your face. "Lucky for you, I'm not you. I never hated you for a single second during that time."

He glanced up at you, sighing and you watched as his ears picked up a little. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yea, not a single second, Babe. I just wanted you to be happy...with or without me."

Red tinged his cheeks at your 'babe' and you move a lock of his hair from his face. "You can't keep blaming yourself for it, it wasn't your fault."

After a moment, you started to notice a little glimmer of light sparkle in his eyes, your smile widening as you kissed his nose. The red only got darker before Noam moved to hold your wrists, planting a kiss on both of your palms, a small sigh leaving him, as well as those three words you've been hearing every half hour since you've escaped the curse, "I love you."

"I love you too," you responded, moving your hands to grab his wrists in return. "I do...I really do."

The pleading didn't make sense entirely, but it was as if you were trying to convince him, especially after going through Hell and surviving it. "I know you do," he started, "trust me...I know..."

And you knew he knew. He moved to kiss your temple, standing you up before standing up himself, giving you a small smile. "I'm gonna love you for forever and a day, My Fated."

Your heart skipped at the pet name and your smile softened. "And I will be right beside you."

You knew you wouldn't be. He knew you wouldn't be. You were only human after all, and turning a human into a Fae was something you could only dream of doing, but it felt nice to say. To dream. To say anything but that you were going to love him until the day you couldn't.

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As soft music left the piano, you walked through the door and took a breath, smiling ahead of you as you walked down the royal purple carpet; Noam's choice.

Carnations decorated the small, Fae cathedral, and instead of feeling any sort of upset at the sight of the flower that once bloomed in your lungs, your smile widened at the sight, the mix of red and pink reminding you of the aftermath, rather than the process.

You stopped when you got to the end, stepping up the small step and right in beside Noam, turning to face him as you glanced down at the lilac purple you were wearing. He was wearing the same color, his tux decorated with gold embroidering, Fae sigils that you never thought to ask what they meant, not that he would've told you, he was almost too excited to have them sewn along his blazer.

But you, being a supportive partner, simply smiled and let him be excited. It was his wedding suit, it obviously meant a lot.

He held his hands out for you, and you were quick to grab them, smiling at him as your eyes glanced over to the druid officiating it.

They were gathering ribbon, tugging it sharply off the rest before they stepped over to you two and gently wrapped it around your left and his right hand, tying it before tugging it to make sure it wasn't cutting off circulation. Then the gathering started.

It seemed like a blur, it also didn't help that the druid was mainly speaking Gaelic and you couldn't speak a lick of it. Nor understand it, so you simply nodded along and followed Noam's responses, which were thankfully in English...

But right before the end, the druid touched a single sigil on the sleeve of Noam's blazer. Just a light tap before it ended and Noam squeezed your hand, pressing his lips to yours before you felt a light burn on your wrist. Pulling away, you saw that half of the ribbon was around your hand, seemingly part of your skin as your finger simply glided over it when you tried to scratch it. Noam only admired his half, a proud smile residing on his lips before he looked back at you and his smile widened.

For a moment, it was only the two of you, there was no audience, no druid, no one. It was only you and Noam. He readjusted one of the carnations that sat in your hair, cupping your cheek before kissing you again, something so sweet you'd get a cavity. And with some unexpected strength coming from the Fae, he lifted you simply, proud to show you off.

You and your little pointed ears. Though, you wouldn't figure out about that until the wedding night.

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Save a Horse | Monster Boyfriend

You took a deep breath, looking at the old townhouse that loomed over you.

The baby blue paint was peeling and the porch looked like it hadn't been used for years, but you knew otherwise. Glancing over at the pair of rocking chairs on the left corner of the porch, you let the breath you just pulled in leave you, tears pricking at your eyes.

It was your grandparents' old house. It sat right on the edge of a small town, right beside a farm and as old as it looked on the outside, you knew they took more than perfect care of it on the inside. You always wondered how it'd look with a fresh coat of paint...guess you can figure it out now that they've left it to you.

Turning your head to look at your car, then to the trailer you rented to bring over the larger stuff and boxes your car couldn't fit, you looked back to house and pulled the house key out of your pocket. You had a long day ahead of you, and it was already noon, so if you wanted to get the trailer back to the moving place you rented it from, you were going to have to get a move on.

You unlocked the door and swung the door open, hearing the familiar loud creak of it as it did.

But right as you were about to turn around, you heard someone pull into your new driveway, forcing you to turn around quickly just to be met with an older truck, a country-rock mix pouring out of the open windows. You squinted your eyes, trying to see who's in the truck before it shuts off and the door opened.

A wolf with dark brown fur stepped out of the truck, donning a light green flannel and a pair of faded jeans with the cliché cowboy boots pulling the look together. He tilted his head at you, smiling over as he finally talked, "Well I'll be damned, it's true."

"What?" You couldn't help but ask, quickly adding onto it by asking him something else, "Who are you?"

His smile falters and you took a step closer to him. There was something familiar about him, you could admit, but you've practically seen everyone in town because of your summers with your grandparents. "I know it's been a few years, but ya can't say ya don't remember me."

The southern drawl made you feel a little more at home, but you only shook your head with a sorry shrug. Walking over to him, you catch a glimpse of his eyes, a warm golden brown, mixing with his fur well.

You squinted again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you dragged your eyes up and down his form. Then it hit you, the only dark brown wolf you could know in this town.

"Shit- Jayce?" You met his eyes again and he grinned down at you, flashing his canines before he nudged your arm with a loose fist, letting you catch a glimpse of his tail swaying happily.

"There ya go, told ya you couldn't say it."

"Yea well, it's not like you haven't changed," you joked, nudging his arm back. "You used to be my height the last time I saw you. Now you're a giant. How tall are you now? Seven foot? Seven and a half?"

"Eight foot, Bugs." You couldn't help but smile as you rolled your eyes, pushing his arm firmly at the name.

"I told you not to call me that."

"And you continued to call me Bub, so I can call you Bugs." There was a beat of silence before the two of you started to chuckle, his large hands swooping you up to hug you. You grabbed onto his flannel, letting out a noise when he squeezed you. "'M sorry to hear bout what happened with your gram and gramps. They were lovely folks."

"I know," you said, glancing up at him. "...Just their time. 'S that why you're here?"

"Nah," he started, shaking his head. "Heard you were back in town. Wanted to see for myself. Help you with unpacking if you were."

"Well, I'm here. And...I could honestly do with a little help, at least with bringing in everything. I have to bring back the trailer by the time the moving place closes or else I'm paying again." He pulled away from you and nodded.

"Right, well, you're lucky I'm here then."

"Am I?" He nodded again, looking smug as he watched you move over to the trailer and open the two doors, showing him what all you have whenever you stepped away.

"Now, that ain't too much. I could do all that myself. But I'm shocked you didn't bring anything else."

"It's an hour trip from the city both ways. I didn't wanna bring much. Besides...all I really needed was a mattress replacement for the master bedroom. All the other furniture is fine." He cocked his head to the side again before glancing back at the stuff.

"Ya didn't have much, didcha?" You tensed, smile faltering before you shook your head, hearing a small chuckle leave him. "Had a feelin', you've said somethin' about hating the furniture."

"You remember that?"

"'Course I do," he said. "I hated it too."

Rolling your eyes again, you reached in to grab a box, dragging it to the edge before yanking it out and into your arms. "And I don't hate all of the furniture...just most of it."

Jayce chuckled again before shaking his head and motioning towards the front door as he started walking over to the trailer. You moved out of the way, walking over towards the porch as you stepped up the stairs and walked into the house.

It was just like you remembered it, just dustier. Which made sense, it's been almost a year since your grandparents passed. The deed just took forever to finalize. Setting the box in the little space beside the steps, you turned to go out and grab another, only to move out the way when Jayce came in with two boxes, his body dipping down as he went through the doorway. "I remember that doorway bein' a lot taller."

"It's been five years, Jayce. You've been through some pretty intense growth spurts." He set the boxes beside the one your brought in and rolled his shoulders. "What're you doing now a' days though? I remember you helping your dad out around here, but...time changes things."

"I'm a farm hand now," he said, head turning towards one of the windows, his hand lifting to point over towards the field that neighbored your house. "I have a little deal with the owner, they're gettin' older and they can't handle the farm too much anymore. In ten years time, the farm should be mine."

You did the quick math in your head, remembering that he was three years older than you. "At thirty-five you'll need a farm hand then."

He shrugged, meeting your eyes again as his smile grew. "I'll figure it out then. I still have time."

You nodded and the two of you walked out together, you leading him back to the trailer. "How about you? Heard ya got your degree early."

"From who?" You glanced over at him after you grabbed another box. "My grandparents moved out of this place right months before they...well you know what I'm aiming at."

"Your parents keep in touch with me, Bugs." He nudged you gently. "Wish you would've."

Your expression fell and guilt started to bubble inside of your chest. You averted your gaze. "We didn't talk outside of those summers, Jayce, I assumed you wouldn't want to."

You heard him scoff, his finger tapping your cheek to get your eyes back on him. "I wanted to talk to you whenever I could. Still do."

Something inside of you fluttered and you resisted the urge to lean into the touch, even if it was just his finger. "Well...I'm back, so, we don't have to worry about staying in touch anymore. Five years is a lot to tackle though, think you got the time, Mr. Farm hand?"

"I got all the time in the world for you, Bugs. Promise." You smiled widely at that, shaking your head as he moved his hand to grab at one of your bedside tables that you really didn't want to give up whenever you moved from your studio apartment. "You have any work lined up, or...?"

"Gonna send an anthology to my editor then design the cover and all that fun shit." He chuckled at the dramatic sigh you let out before you started to walk back to the house, hearing his footsteps behind you after a moment.

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With a heavy sigh, you placed your hands on your hips, looking at all you unpacked and organized after getting the trailer back to the place you rented it from. It wasn’t much, and there were quite a few boxes still surrounding you, but you got your desk set up and ready for you to start working again and your mattress was on the bed frame and covered in your numerous blankets and unnecessary amount of throw pillows, so you considered it a good day's work, even if you still needed to get your clothes in the closet.

You pushed that thought to the back of your mind however, your lack of eating catching up to you when you hear something along the lines of a roar leave your stomach. It forced you to make a quick decision to either go to the store or go to a restaurant. You chose the restaurant.

When you got in your car and pulled out onto the road, you started to drive into town, seeing the houses and stores that lived here for the third time today, though a smile still made its way on your face at the fact that nothing changed since you left. Your smile got even wider when you got to the place you were looking forward to the first drive there.

You pulled into the parking lot, parking in the first spot you saw before noticing that the old neon lights still barely worked, shining just enough for someone to notice the difference than when it's off. Stepping out and locking your car, you made your way inside to the dive bar - diner mix.

Classic rock music filled your ears and you breathed in the smell of cheap beer and nostalgia. The corners of your mouth lifted a bit more when you walked further into the place.

You froze when you heard someone calling your name suddenly, turning your head before you broke out into a grin, your feet practically running to the bar as you almost threw yourself over it to hug the older man behind it. “Marky! Gods- I’ve missed you!”

He chuckled, wrapping a thick arm around you before patting you on the back once and letting you let go. “I missed ya too. How long has it been since ya left?”

“Too long,” you answered, voice soft, yet fortunately loud enough to be heard over the music and talking. You looked at the Half Orc, noticing that one of his tusks were gone, your brows furrowing at the sight. “Your tusk-”

“Was wondering when you’d notice it. Lost it trying to break up a fight,” Marcus answered. “No big deal.”

“You lost a damn tooth, Marky! No big deal my ass,” you scolded him, nudging him back with a laugh. He grinned back at you before he nudged you back.

“It’s good to have you back, city slicker.” You rolled your eyes at the name, shaking your head but still keeping your smile on your face.

“Good to be back…” You hopped up on the empty stool in front of you as Marcus tapped a finger against the wooden counter.

“Y’know somethin’? I didn’t even know you were comin’ back until Jayce came in one night as happy as can be, sayin’ your parents told him that you got Konnie and Martin’s house in the will, Gods rest their souls.” You nodded along, your attention being thrown away from Marcus when you heard the loud thump of a glass right beside you, then your eyes saw Jayce. Speak of the devil.

“It ain’t good talking about a person behind their back, y’know, Marcus?” Marcus snorted before snatching the empty glass from Jayce, moving to get him another drink. “Don’t listen to anything he says, swear the man’s gon’ loony.”

“So you weren’t happy I was coming back?” You asked teasingly, leaning to the side to elbow his arm softly. “Gee, I would’ve thought otherwise when we saw each other earlier today.”

You pouted up at him, watching as his eyes widened a little before he glanced away and he elbowed you right back. “You know that’s not what I meant, Bugs.”

“Sure, Bub.” You took a quick glance down, feeling the wind from the sway of his tail, a smile pulling at your lips again. “Coincidence we’d run into each other on the same day.”

He chuckled, looking back at you when Marcus gave him his drink, held up a finger to you before moving to help someone across the bar. “Yea, well, we did hang in this place a lot when we were teenagers.”

“You make that sound like it was fifty years ago,” you said, huffing out a laugh. “I finally put your number on my speed dial.”

“Did you?” Jayce asked, amused by your change in conversation. “The number better be-”

“It’s five, don’t worry,” you reassured him. “Made sure it was.”

“Good.” You laughed again, not really understanding his interest in the number, but accepting it nonetheless, especially when his tail picked up as he tried to hide his smile by taking a drink. His eyes flit over to the single sheet menu before passing it over to you. “Pick something, I’ll buy.”

“You know I can’t let you do that.”

“Ya can, and ya will, Bugs, consider it a welcome back gift or somethin’ like that. Since I know you won’t accept a real one.” Your eyes narrowed at him and all he did in response is take another drink of the cheap beer in his cup.

“Never took you as a beer drinker, Jayce,” you said, knowing you won’t be able to argue your way out of getting him to pay for you. “Thought you were a whiskey on ice kinda guy.”

“Only at home,” he answered. “Can’t afford whiskey all the time. Shit’s expensive when you don’t want garbage.”

“Farm boy’s classy,” you joke, hearing him snort before Marcus came back, tossing his towel on the counter in front of you and Jayce. “Y’hear that Marky? Our Jayce is classy.”

Jayce rolled his eyes as Marcus laughed, rasping his knuckles against the counter. “He gets it from his mom.”

You watched as Jayce’s smile softened at his words, only for Marcus to continue, “He got everything else from his dad. You two are the only hardasses in town I can handle.”

“Yea, well, you and Dad were best friends in high school, you two had to handle each other,” Jayce said. Marcus nodded, motioning towards you.

“If anything, we were damage control for their pops.” You let out a scoff.

“Dad didn’t get into any trouble. He was as innocent as I am.” Both Marcus and Jayce laughed, but it wasn’t long until you joined in. “Yea, I didn’t believe that either.”

After a moment, the mood died down and Marcus slid the menu over to you. “Whadda want?”

“Every time I came here I got the same exact thing, Marky, I’m not changing up on you now.” He shrugged.

“Can’t blame a guy for thinking five years away from this place you’d get some better taste buds.” Your jaw slacked as you looked over at Jayce, then back at Marcus. Your pout was inevitable as Marcus wrote it down before patting you on the arm. “Just fuckin’ with ya, there are people who order worse. Like a certain someone.”

His eyes flashed to Jayce before he moved to the kitchen and hung up the order, calling it out as he did. “How many beers have you had tonight?”

Jayce’s eyes met yours again and you smiled softly at the way the dim light brought out the brown. “This is my second one, promise.”

“How many do you usually order?”

“Three? I usually make my own meals, but old habits die hard, ya know?” You nodded, knowing full well that you did know. “‘M sorry I got upset atcha for not keeping in contact earlier today.”

“Upset? Dude, I deserved way worse than you just saying you wished I was in contact and your puppy dog eyes.” You rested your head on your hand, shrugging with a single shoulder. “You had every right to be upset.”

He didn’t look like he believed you, but he didn’t have to, and you both knew it.

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Wiping at your forehead, you take a step back before admiring the new living room, even if it needed a couple new couches before the entire look was complete. You got your tv hung up, the new shelves built and put with the older ones, your internet was finally up and running which meant that you were finally able to start working, which sounded like a cushy break compared to unpacking.

You felt a buzz in your pocket, reaching back to pull out your phone and check it, seeing that the notification was from Jayce, but a photo was attached. You opened up the chat you shared with him and hit the photo, seeing that it was of the two of you when you were teenagers. It was the end of the first summer you spent with him and by the looks of the photos, you could guess that the both of you were on the verge of crying.

You smiled at it before getting out and typing out ‘Gods we were babies’. It wasn’t long before you got a response from him.

‘Eh, I say we handled it like we were emotional teenagers.’ With a snort you shook your head, moving to lean on the doorframe.

‘You were seventeen, Jayce, you were a year from being an adult.’ That one doesn’t get an answer however, it gets him to call you. You respond to it after the first ring. “‘Ello.”

“Seventeen or not, I was an emotional teen.” You let out a cackle, hearing the grumble in his voice. “You weren’t any better when you left for the last time.”

“That’s because I knew I wasn’t going to have any time to come back, Bub,” you said, your voice getting softer. “You can’t tell me you weren’t in tears either. Twenty years old or not.”

“If you ask the right people, mainly my dad, they’ll tell you that I locked myself in my apartment for around a week before I could handle it.” You could hear a small sniffle on the other end of the phone before he cleared his throat. “That sounds dramatic when I say it outloud.”

“No no,” you started, “I was the same way. I think it hit me harder because I knew it was going to be my fault we wouldn’t see each other.”

“It wasn’t-”

“But it felt like it was…I went off to college…then I went abroad and I couldn’t even send a goddamn text…” You slid down against the doorframe until you met the floor, a sigh pulling itself from your lips. “Felt like I left you behind.”

“Ya didn’t,” he reassured you. “I would’ve rather you get a degree than waste your time here. Now that you have a degree though…you can waste your entire life here if ya want.”

You smiled again. “...Well…I do have a house now…and I don’t have many ties to the city…I don’t think wasting my life here would be so bad.”

“That’s the spirit, Bugs…” There was a beat of silence. Then Jayce broke it, “...Would ya mind if I came over? Work at the farm is done and I guess I just want to visit.”

“...Yea, yea, come on over, you know I won’t deny that.” You heard him sigh before his truck turned on in the background. “...I’ll see you in a moment?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “See you in a moment, Bugs.”

With that, you ended the call, knowing he won’t take any offense at the action. You felt nervous knowing that he was coming over, though you just chalked it up to the fact that you were coming down from admitting that you thought it was your fault that you didn’t come back until two weeks ago. You still believed it, but you were willing to put it aside because Jayce didn’t.

He got there a couple minutes after the call ended, and you were still sitting in the doorway of the living room, head turned to look at the front door as he knocked as he walked in, eyes falling to your form on the floor, head tilting curiously. “What’re ya doing on the floor, Bugs?”

“...Just sitting?” You said, glancing down at yourself before looking back up at him, your hand finding the hardwood as you pat the space next to you. “Sit on the floor, Bub.”

He smiled and breathed out a laugh, kicking his dirty boots off by the door before you noticed his hat when he took it off and set it off to the side on the table next to the door. “You have a hat.”

“It gets hot outside,” he said, turning back to you as he walked, moving to sit beside you, forearms uncovered by his flannel as he held them out. “And…well, fur.”

You rested a hand on one of his arms, watching as his eyes darted from you to his arm, your fingers running through the thick, brown fur, ears lifting when you talk, “Being a big puppy dog takes sacrifices, y’know.”

He rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly before allowing it to turn into a chuckle. “Is that all I am to you? A ‘big puppy dog’?”

“What if it is?” You asked, eyes meeting his. “Can’t call you a teddy bear, Jayce.”

Jayce smiled down at you before shaking his head, the thumping of his tail making his happiness obvious. “I suppose not, Bugs.”

You were about to let silence blanket the two of you before he spoke again, “About what we talked about on the phone…do ya really think goin’ off to college made not coming back your fault?”

Your expression fell and without having to nod, his large hands tugged you into his arms. Damn him and his stupid face reading skills. Your hands placed themselves on his chest and you moved your head to look back at his face. “Can you blame me?”

“Yes,” he answered. “It ain’t your fault. Phone works both ways.”

“You’re not gonna start blaming yourself, Jayce,” you said, almost scolding him for what he was implying. “‘M not gonna allow that.”

He tilted his head again and you started to feel a steady beat against your right hand, your fingers digging a little into his flannel. You felt tension wrap around your throat, practically suffocating you as your grip on his shirt got tighter and you forced out a quick, “...Please don’t hate me…”

Earning a confused expression from him, your eyes fluttered shut as you placed your lips on the front of his maw, hearing him pull in a breath before his tail thumped harshly against the floor. You pulled away less than a second later and you felt his hands dig into your shirt this time, his tail not stopping, even when he glanced back at it with an embarrassed look, turning back to you after a moment. “...Now where did that come from?”

“...Remember five years ago?...I said I wanted to give you something but I never did?” He nodded and you only gave him a look for it to click.

“That wasn’t-”

“It was,” you confirmed, cutting him off. “...School and work really makes you busy…”

His ears flatten on his head and he pressed the end of his snout against your cheek. “...’Fraid I can’t say the same, Bugs…”

You knew there was no way, but a pang of jealousy ran through you, wondering who did it instead?...Maybe it was even before you were eighteen. He was twenty when you left…

With a small nod, you attempted to move from his grasp, but he only pulled you closer. “Where’re you goin’? Can’t try to escape when you do something like that.”

“...So I didn’t just fuck our entire friendship up?” Jayce smiled at that before he moved his hands from your back to your arms, rubbing them gently.

“Look, I may not have saved myself or anything like that for ya, but when you left I was in tears for a reason, Bugs.” He gave you another ‘kiss’ on the side of your face. “I just hope ya didn’t think you needed to do that.”

“I didn’t,” you uttered, gaining a softer smile from him in response. “...Part of the reason why I felt so bad about leaving.”

“Well…you’re here now aren't cha?” You nodded. “Past doesn’t matter then. As long as you’re here, and you’re here to stay, I could care less about you leavin’ the first time.”

“You sure?” He nodded that time, smiling down at you.

“Mhm,” Jayce started, readjusting you so you weren’t in an uncomfortable position on the floor before he moved a hand to tug his phone from his pants pocket, “and it’s almost time for supper, think I could take you out?...Somewhere other than Marcus’ bar maybe?"

“…Give me ten minutes to get changed and ready and I’ll say yes.” He grinned at you, letting your arm go as you stood up and raced to the stairwell, hearing him laugh as you pulled in a breath, cheeks flushed, but you were so ready for what the future had in store for you now.

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