Eeveeluvsu

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bad first impressions

˜”* ❝A man that surely deserves me, but I think you do.❞

synopsis: don't fall too hard !

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The wind blowing through your office window gradually grows warmer as the day goes on. Why haven’t you fixed your office air conditioner? You thought to yourself. You could right now, but you’d be a sweaty mess before your meeting, and like hell you’d let your coworkers see you like that. 

You scan your office for a solution and smile, the tiny desk fan Leigh bought you on a fake date. It may not be the best, but as long as it cools your face down, it’ll do. You stand it up near your keyboard and crank it up until it makes contact with you. You turn it on the highest setting and lie back for a minute. Cool air…

Your eyes close, and despite your satisfaction, your expression has not budged. That is, until you hear a knock.

Ugh…

“Come in,” You turn the fan down and sit yourself up properly. However, your brows raise at the woman with a huge grin walking into the office. Koami. 

“Wow, it’s hot in here,” She looks at your fan and laughs, “is– is this what’s keeping you cool in here? A zebra fan?”

You roll your eyes and make the fan face at Koami. Your eyebrow raises at her satisfied ‘Mm’. 

“This thing has quite a bit of power. Where’d you get it?”

“Ah, Leigh bought it for me on a date. I think it was one of the corner stor–” 

Koami leans in front of you with ‘gossipy’ eyes, like she’s ready to make a deal out of your words. 

“Fix your face.”

“Oh, c’mon! You hate little cheap things like this, but somehow, you’re actually using this. Don’t you have AC in here?”

You use your head to point over to the air conditioner.

“It’s broken.”

“Why won’t you fix it?”

“I don’t have time, and this works well enough.”

Her hands reach out to the desk fan and turn it back in your direction. She looks at your broken air conditioning and waves her finger.

“Leigh should fix it for you.”

Your face scrunches up at the idea. The last thing you wanted was that annoying man in your office bugging you. 

“Oi! What’s with the face?”

“Uh… nothing. Sorry. I just don’t want to force him to do anything. You know, it’s hot, and this will get tiring very quickly. 

She looks away and mouths an ‘Oh’ before looking back at you, this time with a visible light bulb over her head. 

“You don’t have to force him to do anything.”

“Koami, what does that mea–”

“Okseeyoulaterbye!”

The door closes abruptly behind her, and you can hear her feet tap dancing away with a few giggles. Whatever she meant by that must be just so amusing to her. 

Your focus shifts back to your screen and the air blowing onto your face. Your keyboard is sounding in pain from all of your restless typing, but you don’t mind. The knob of the door starts to rattle a bit, and the sound of your fingers typing dies down. Who is allowing themselves into my office?

“Super V! My favorite eye candy.” 

Ah, of course.

“Leigh. My favorite, least favorite coworker.” You flash him an insincere smile that he can read easily.

“Ouch. Not even ‘favorite fake boyfriend’?”

“What do you want?”

He giggles to himself and takes a seat across from you, his hand meeting the one you’ve left to rest next to the keyboard. 

“I’ve heard a rumor. Perhaps about your AC. And judging by you using the fan that you called stupid, I can’t help but think it’s true.”

You free your hand from his and turn the desk fan off. 

“You heard wrong, get out.”

Leigh stands up from the chair and carries it with him, sitting on your side of the desk. He reaches over to turn the fan back on and leans on your shoulder. 

“Oh! That little thing is quite powerful. But I’m sure you want something more, don’t you?”

“Leigh, you don’t have to fix the air conditioner. I’ll call someone tomorrow.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He looks up at you with a wink. 

You signal for him to go at it, and sure enough, he does. Next thing you know, he’s got random tools that he probably doesn’t need laid out in front of him. 

You’ve zoned out by now with little to no belief in his abilities, until a firm banging noise hits your ears. Gosh. You looked over to see Leigh patting the vent like a proud father. 

“Your ‘boyfriend’ has solved your issue and would like a thank you.”

You turn back around, “My ‘boyfriend’ should turn the air on and dry off the sweat on his face.”

He quickly brings a finger up to his forehead and feels the damp skin before hiding his face in embarrassment. 

“Sorry.”

You chuckle, but loudly so he can hear you. 

“You’re evil.”

“You wanted a thank you for your… efforts?”

He looks at you, placing his hand on his hip, bracing himself for compliments. His face is painted with confusion as you get up and walk toward him. 

“I don’t want to inflate your ego, but you did me a favor.”

“It’s really noth–”

Your hand hangs onto his tie as you pull him in for a kiss. To him, the moment lasted a lifetime, and there was romantic music in the background. Purely magical. To you, the kiss was quick and ‘silly’ if anything. 

You pull away and head back to your seat. 

“Don’t you want to say anything to me after that?”

His words make you turn around and notice his redness. Knowing he expected a proper ‘thank you’, you wanted to tease more. 

“You’re right, Leigh. I forgot to tell you…”

He smiles proudly in expectation of praise. “My office is closed now, so please see yourself out.”

His expression drops into a pout, and he slowly heads for the door, trying to persuade you with his eyes. 

“I like that you’re joking with me more. Keep it up,” he says while closing the door. 

I don’t care what you ‘like’. I think.

You pack up for the day and head home, relieved that your office is no longer a boiling hot box of assignments. You giggle to yourself, knowing that you may receive a text from Leigh the next morning after he discovers the desk fan that has somehow found its way from your desk to his. 

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you’re so kind ! thank you so much. i researched a bit of psychology to understand how this hypothetical situation would play out between xanthus and love and their roles as the involved parties. my answer is a bit long, so i put everything under the read more option!

Keep in mind this is my first animation so it looks pretty rough lol

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Our Final Night

2k words

The coronation happens in a blur. The Noble Trials is done and gone with you, the new Eminence, on the throne. You realised too late that this isn't what you wanted and that last night was the first and final time you would ever get to be with Zaros in the way you've wanted for years.

A/N: Wrote this a while ago, just did some minor editing before posting. I tried doing a flashback thing, so whole paragraphs of text in italics means it's a flashback. It didn't turn out as well as I hoped but I'm glad I tried. Singular sentences in italics are just the characters thoughts or simply some emphasis, not flashbacks. Sorry for the angst. Please be kind and I hope you enjoy :)

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Everything is a blur. It feels like it is happening all too quickly and all too unfairly. You shake hands with people you've never spoken to in your life and smile at others who only ever had bad things to say about you. The celebration continues, the celebration specifically for you, and you are just witnessing it with a blank stare and an empty chest.

You should be enjoying yourself. This is what you've always wanted, you think. But the lie just feels bigger and bigger each time you roll the phrase over in your head. Your heart sank the moment your name left the council's lips and has been sinking ever since. The crown weighs heavier than you thought it would.

Xanthus Claiborne and Yandere Boy Vincent

Vincent goes out for a drink on his night off, only to encounter a mysterious man he recognizes from a few nights prior.

warning!: Gore blood, and blood!

The night in Kensington, London, was foggy and cold. People walking the streets were entirely preoccupied with the heavy burdens of their everyday lives. Around them, Kensington’s nightlife was wide open, catering to the crowds drifting in and out of the bars and clubs.

Vincent walked down the busy, noisy streets, enjoying his night off. It was a shame he hadn't been able to see his lovely co-worker this morning, but he would see them tomorrow. He wouldn't stop pursuing them until they finally realized he was into them. How many times had he tried to make a move by now? Five or six? He couldn’t quite recall.

Working as a Jollibee employee had sucked at first, especially since this was his first time living in a completely different city away from his hometown. He had been forced to move after he badly injured a high school student who dared to talk to his old crush. But his new coworker was so much better than his crush from high school anyway.

Tonight, Vincent wanted to drown his thoughts in a drink at one of the local nightclubs. His mind was constantly plagued by his coworker. Gosh, that person made him feel so much less empty inside. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he knew for a fact they were the one he desperately needed.

Spotting a decent-looking club with a massive crowd flowing through the doors, Vincent decided to try his luck. He flashed his ID to the bouncer, who let him pass into the swarming mass of drunken, dancing bodies. Ignoring everyone, he cut through the crowd to the bar and took a seat on a stool. A cocktail sounded nice.

A few minutes later, his drink was served. He took a heavy sip. Gosh, it’s strong, he thought, realizing it had been a while since his last drink.

As he sat there minding his own business, his thoughts automatically drifted right back to his coworker. It was always them, wasn't it? He remembered following them home recently, completely unbeknownst to them. He just wanted to make sure they got home safe and sound. There was nothing wrong with that, right?

He remembered them walking down a dark alleyway. He had been completely ready to go after them and finally confess his love—he simply couldn’t handle these intense feelings anymore. But then, a mysterious blonde man had stepped out of nowhere, completely blocking his path. The stranger had given him a death glare that Vincent could still see when he closed his eyes. The sheer aura of that man had paralyzed him; Vincent had been frozen in fear, unable to speak or move as he watched the blonde stranger approach his lovely coworker.

His instincts had screamed at him to go after the man and stop him from doing something awful to them, but raw terror had locked his limbs. He had eventually walked away, desperately hoping his coworker would be fine. When he checked the news later, there were no reports of missing person, so they were safe, he hopped.

Vincent gripped his glass tightly, anger flaring in his chest. He couldn’t believe he had just let that mysterious blonde man walk away. He wondered where the hell that guy was now. He wanted to confront him, to demand answers, and ask how he knew them.

Jealousy and rage quickly boiled over. Vincent slammed his cash onto the counter and stormed out of the club. Goddammit, where is he? He needed to find that man.

Vincent stormed down into a quiet, pitch-black park, his mind racing as he tried to visualize the man's face. The blonde hair, the elegant coat, and those odd, piercing red eyes... what else—

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Vincent whipped around, his eyes widening in pure shock. It was him. The exact man he was looking for. Did this guy somehow know he was tracking him?

Vincent spoke up, his voice shaking slightly. “You’re… you’re the guy who blocked my path and gave me that death glare three days ago, aren't you?”

Xanthus smirked, casually keeping his hands resting in the pockets of his gray coat. “Why, yes, it is me. I do apologize if I gave you an unpleasant look. Though, following someone without their knowledge is quite distasteful, don’t you think?”

Xanthus stepped closer. Vincent instinctively backed away. Even from a distance, Xanthus could clearly hear the frantic pounding of the human's heart.

“Who the hell are you? And what did you do to my coworker?!” Vincent yelled, his rage briefly overriding his common sense.

Xanthus let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Relax. I can hear your heartbeat, and it’s telling me you are absolutely terrified of me.”

Xanthus's tone was freezing, his sinister crimson eyes piercing right through Vincent's soul. Vincent's heart stopped. How?! It’s impossible! No human can hear a heartbeat!

“Ho—how do you know that?! No one can hear someone’s heartbeat!” Vincent glared, but the familiar terror from three nights ago was rapidly sinking its claws back into him. What is he? This man definitely isn't human... and that realization frightened him to his core.

“If I tell you what I am, it will ruin the fun, and the game will become quite boring,” Xanthus spoke, his voice carrying a quiet, lethal threat as he closed the distance between them.

“Stop it! Stay away from me! Answer my question about my coworker! What did you do to them?!” Vincent screamed.

Xanthus huffed, his patience wearing thin at the mortal's annoying shouting. “I only gave them sweet company. I made them give in and submit to me. I seduced them... and they thoroughly enjoyed it.” Xanthus's smirk widened.

Hearing those words made Vincent's jealousy completely explode. “What? Seduce them?! You freak! You absolute freak!”

Vincent swung a wild punch straight at Xanthus’s face, but the vampire moved with supernatural speed, effortlessly dodging the blow. Vincent gasped as Xanthus instantly caught his fist in a vice grip, squeezing the bones like he was about to crush them into dust.

Vincent yelped in sheer agony. What kind of strength is this?!

“Try to fight me, and I guarantee you will not win,” Xanthus warned, his tone dripping with lethal intent. He squeezed harder, eliciting a loud scream from Vincent, though the sound died out in the empty, silent park.

Xanthus abruptly released his grip, instantly driving a brutal punch directly into Vincent's stomach. The air knocked completely out of him, Vincent collapsed onto the freezing ground, his vision swimming as he began to lose consciousness. The raw, supernatural strength was horrifying. He looked up, watching the man's eyes glow a deeper, more monstrous shade of crimson. A demon...

Xanthus reached down, wrapping his pale fingers around Vincent's neck and lifting him completely off the ground with a single hand. As Vincent choked and clawed at his throat, Xanthus merely stared up at him with a wide, twisted grin. He threw Vincent back down, letting him crash heavily onto the earth. Vincent coughed violently, feeling the sharp sting of Xanthus’s razor-like nails dragging across his skin, leaving a trail of fresh blood dripping down his neck.

“You…. You…” Vincent wheezed, entirely helpless. He tried to crawl away on the grass, desperate to escape, but the sound of Xanthus’s low chuckling followed right behind him. The vampire was visibly enjoying every single second of the hunt.

“Look at you. A helpless, weak little human,”

Xanthus cooed mockingly. “My Love doesn’t deserve to be bothered by a disgusting creature like you.”

Xanthus brought his boot down hard onto Vincent's leg. A sickening crack echoed through the night air, and Vincent screamed in agony as his bone shattered beneath the weight.

“Lov—love? That’s what you call them?!” Vincent choked out, staring up at Xanthus with bloodshot, desperate eyes.

Xanthus delivered a swift kick straight to his face, purposely striking hard enough to break his nose but gentle enough to keep him awake.

“They belong to me. Not to you,” Xanthus murmured darkly. “Their blood… their heartbeat… I will do absolutely anything to protect what is mine. And so...”

Xanthus crouched down, his movements a blur of terrifying, monstrous power as he cleanly ripped Vincent’s head from his shoulders. Blood splattered across the grass.

“I thoroughly enjoyed this delightful talk Vincent,”

Xanthus whispered to the silence.

He tossed the severed head aside, listening closely to the quiet night air to ensure no one was approaching. He glanced back down at the ruined remains one last time, a cold, protective smile gracing his features.

“Don’t worry, my Love... he’s never going to bother you again.”

But not for you, my love. Not tonight, My love.

But not for you, my love. Not tonight, My love.