#isakai

All of these isakaied/reincarnated protags are NOT pissed off enough or conflicted enough about losing their names.

That would be really difficult for me, having to use a name that isn't MINE, even if it's a full on from birth reincarnation situation. Even if I don't always like it, my name is MINE in a way few other things are.

It was too thin, the ends of a rope splitting apart.

His brow furrowed, gaze shifting, and he was running - sprinting before fully processing the scene.

She was falling, and the Wanderer was diving.

His Evol lept to life, angry and jagged, as the red and black mists circled the Wanderer and crushed it into nothing the same time her weight fell into his arms.

She looked asleep - a type of serene that seemed a deep contrast to the battle happening around them.

His soul was screaming in a way it hadn’t before. Not with her.

And then he was up - long legs sprinting as his mist took out threats without hesitation. One after another - straight through the core.

Mind separated from body; one pushing forward out of instinct, the other already planning next steps with one half, whispering words of comfort with the other.

Did she hear him? He was unsure, but he had to try. Gods he had to try.

Her pulse was slow, too slow, that he could tell as he buckled her into the passenger seat. No visible wounds, no bruising he could see.

With one hand knocking back the gear shift and the tires peeling out from the asphalt, he swallowed back the fear that sat lodged in his throat like a stone.

It had to be her heart this time.

"Call Zayne Li."

The five of them, when they realized how the all orbited the same star, the same sun, had decided to privately exchange numbers the next time they crossed paths.

It was precautionary, they had told themselves. Just in case, although none of them dared to voice the just in case part out loud.

The doctor answered in two rings. Listened. Hung up - already rushing from his office to the nurses on staff, orders falling from his lips with tactical precision.

The had five minutes to prepare for an incoming emergency - patient was female, early twenties, most likely suffering from advanced protocore syndrome.

Just another case, he told himself. Just another case - and if he said it enough, maybe he could convince himself. Convince his hands not to shake and his pulse to thrum like bees under his skin.

When the doors open, the team moved. None of them glanced at the white haired demon that had carried her in, shirt torn, but no visible wounds himself.

They swarmed the gurney he laid her on, moving together like skittering bug deeper into the hospital.

And for a long moment, Sylus stood there, processing while simultaneously trying not to think about anything but what to do next.

The charge nurse, a kind woman with dark hair, waited for his acknowledgement. Told him scripted platitudes and comforts that he did not hear, while a hand gestured to the waiting area.

Sterile. Off white walls with grey thin-cushioned chairs.

Too small chairs, he realized with a grunt as he tried to sit. It was fine, he needed to move anyway. Needed something he could control.

They came not long after each call. Her Hunter partner. The Artist. The Colonel.

They said nothing, all waiting in a variety of still life poses for whatever news was to come. Each quite sure of what would be said.

Each pair of eyes in turn took a glance at the wall clock, as the dark hands pushed slowly around the face.

An hour.

Three.

Four and a half.

The admittance door opened with a gentle hush, as the Doctor stepped through, still dressed in surgical scrubs, pulling the mask off his face.

The protest of the too small chairs being abandoned was louder than his steps.

He looked exhausted, gave a heavy sigh before, "She's alive. Stable. I'll show you to her recovery room soon." Zayne continued to push through, worried his voice would give if he didn't get it all out in one breath.

"The crystals in her heart were no bigger than before, but we have gone ahead and removed them. Just in case. At this point, it's up to her."

"So you're saying that you don't actually know what's wrong with her, then?" There was a sharpness in Caleb's voice, and, while, directed as a weapon toward the doctor, had been created out of hours of silent fear.

Zayne's jaw twitched in anger at his own answer. "No."

He fielded questions to the best of his ability until Sylus had the decency to stop the bombardment of questions from the other two.

Finally, they were led further in toward a private room, Sylus at the end, ordering the doctor's favorite drink discreetly on the app for the coffee shop down the street.

It was much too small to fit five men of their size, but they made it work - a game of human tetris. The pieces rotated to the best of the ability, each being allowed a few moments next to her, whispering secrets and sweet nothings in hopes it would coax her back to here.

To them.

Sylus was the last, as he often was, not that he minded. It gave him time to think. To carefully and selectively choose words and phrases meant only for the woman on the bed.

And yet, as he took seat in yet, another thinly cushioned chair by the bed, the words became a jumbled mess, and he found nothing to say at all.

Instead, he took her hand, which seemed much smaller and so much colder, into his larger one, and waited. Willed the universe and fate to give them just a little longer.

Not again, not again, not again.

You stirred to noise - a consistent beeping that was just shy of being an ear agitating pitch. Eyelids felt cemented shut as you fought through the heaviness that was in your bones, mind slowly piecing things back together.

Beeping - a hospital? Damn, that box must have hit your head harder than you thought. Rita was gunna be pissed you were having to take worker's comp for something as silly as a damn restock.

A sound escaped your throat, dry and croak-like, as you finally forced your eyes open.

The room around you was a blur of color - browns and blues and purples. Blinking repeatedly to clear your eyes, you turned toward your left, aware of a pressure around your hand.

There, before you, head tilted and grey brows furrowed, sat an unearthly beauty that normally you only had the pleasure of viewing on the other side of a glass screen.

You blinked again. He blinked back, ruby eyes darkening into a dangerous crimson.

Oh, you hit your head hard.

His hand pulled back from yours, whole body following suit as he recoiled away from you.

Your own brows furrowed this time in confusion, the lines deepening even more at his next statement.

A little glimpse into one Hot Romantic Love confession from Our Monkey Prince, and his “Peaches” crass promise of devotion.. 👀

The Young Monkey Prince felt his body tremble with overwhelming lust as he, for the first time on his challenging journey.. totally lost control of his impulsive desires.. stalking towards his intended Mate, his companion, The Jade covered beauty with the vibrant Peach curls crowning her deceptively sweet and innocent face, as she merely stood in his path without a care..

Her jade-blue eyes devouring his visage as she bit her red lips between her pearly teeth.. before a gasp fluttered from her throat as he reached her, swiftly grabbing her waist and pulling her down into a desperate kiss.. hot and hungry as she melted into his firm grip.. surprising the Monkey Demon by matching his Desire as she deepened the Kiss, her hands caressing his furry cheek to tilt his head for a better angle..

He soon licked her lips, then without waiting for her response forced his tongue into her mouth, reveling in the feeling of swallowing her Moans.. it wasn’t until She had started trying to remove his shirt and belt that he finally broke out of his Lustfull trance.. Jumping back and landing on one of the ceilings support beams in the corner of the room.. panting and painfully erect.. his mind racing as he saw his Beloved fall to the floor from her weekend knees as she looked to him in complete confusion… and hurt..

Now that… that was painful.. to see her looking at him like that.. he never wants to see that expression on her face ever again… she said nothing.. her own mind desperate to understand what happened as she just watched and waited for him to explain himself.. The Destined One knew.. he didn’t have long before he lost himself to his Desires again, especially now that he’s had a taste of His beloved Peaches.. he knows there’s no going back now.

However.. that doesn’t mean he can’t do this right.. he carefully climbed down the beam and slowly approached his confused Mate, like a mortal would a wounded beast.. then knelt down infront of her, lifted one of her hands to his lips like she were a Queen as he whispered an apology against her skin, then carefully helped her to her feet before he stepped back and bowed his head, and per the old ways of the Demon kings, began his proposal to Mate with his companion..

“My lady, please…. Give every inch of your being to me… I will swear my mind, flesh and soul to you here and now.. for all eternity, Will you vow to be my Mine.”

As the Monkey Prince waited with bated breath for her answer.. he began cursing himself for losing control of his lust for her the way he did, he wanted to ask his Peaches to be his Mate AT THE END of their journey! Now he’s sure he’s ruined it all…… till he started hearing her giggle.. confused he quickly looked up at her.. her eyes sparkling in what he hoped was joy.

“Oh My sweet Monkey…. I didn’t think you’d be so Romantic~ alright then.. I’ll be keeping you to your word Handsome….. and so we’re clear if any other tries to touch you, I don’t care if they’re a Demon, Spirit, Celestial or a Mortal.. I WILL rip their grubby little hands off.”

The young demon blinked in disbelief… though he honestly shouldn’t be as surprised at her showing her Possessive side to him in her acceptance.. she just grinned at him as she walked closer to him, lovingly grabbing his face as he instinctively nuzzled into her touch.. she kissed his simian nose and whispered closer to his lips before backing away..

“….. That’s a yes by the way Lover boy.. now come here and kiss me again~ before I start stripping and tare your shirt off.”

He clicked his tongue, grinning at her antics while he grabbed her hand.. entwining their fingers as her words were making him feel like his furr was on fire and his heart hammering like a war drum.. his instinct to Claim her becoming more intense..

“Cheeky Woman…”

Not realizing the intensity of The Destined One’s sexual desires for her the otherworldly woman smiled and continued to tease her now official Demon Prince Lover..

“Don’t act like you don’t love it~ besides.. you’re the one who asked to Fuck and Merry me, my Prince Charming~ now come here.. unless… you want to watch me strip for you… slowly~”

He growled and before she could blink, he had her pinned against the wall and caged there with his lean strong body.. his long fingers gripping her chin with his thumb lightly pressing on her rosy lips.. his warm dark brown eyes almost black with hunger as his tail flicked behind him,

Slowly he leaned in.. making her moan into a surprisingly sweet and gentle kiss as she tangled her hands through the furr on his neck, then over his shoulders and down his back from under his shirt.. while he pulled away dragging his teeth over her ear, nipping it before he switched to kissing down her neck.. now moving both his hands under her skirt to grab her hips, as she eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist. Causing him to purr as he kissed over her pulse, feeling her heart beating wildly against his lips..

The Destined One gave a cheeky grin as he raised his head to see his beloved with her Jade blue eyes shining with desire.. and her face flushed.

“Hmm.. I don’t think you have the patience to be teasing me, my Dearest..” his honest, and frankly correct response made her pout as she began kissing her Monkey all over his face, with one of her delicate hands raised to his head and lightly scratching his scalp and gently pulled at his furr..

“O-Oh.. just Fucking Mate with me already….”

He chuckled, purring in delight at her hungry display of affection, grinning ear to ear as he carried her off to a more.. comfortable spot.. so that he can thoroughly pleasure his new Bride and Mate.

“As you wish, my Peach~”

Note: I will probably post little random bits and scenes like this while I’m still researching and writing the final fic.. if anyone else wants to be tagged leave a comment and I’ll add you to the list. Okay byyyyyyeee~