#lbc alkaid

My teacher

If you really want to shut me up.

You should't press that gun to my forhead

You should

Lower it a little,

Press it into my mouth,

Shadow lord Alkaid x Reader

Inspired by the Phantom lamp glow event

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who naturally feels pulled to you the moment you come by his tea shop looking for your cat.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who self-admittedly has selfish intentions helping you with your search. As much as all his aid is genuine to help you find your pet faster, it is also a genuine attempt to keep himself closer to you for as long as he can.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who just like the Gu master mentioned, has been keeping an eye on you through the talisman he gave you. It bears no negative intentions; he just forgot to mention that the longer it stays with you, the stronger the connection he shares with you becomes.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who does indeed feel lighter and more positive with your presence and support. Although his work can be daunting and heavy, you make everything feel much brighter and refreshing just by being by his side.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who was happy for you when you finally found your cat, but was then surprised when you told him you'd love to perform the tradition he mentioned of showing your devotion to him as a thank-you for his help.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who smiles mysteriously at you and tries to deter you from the subject. It wasn't that he was rejecting your sincerity; rather, it was the fact that the ways he is interested in you showing devotion aren't the typical ways of the souls in Bumei. Because of all the souls he has come across, you are the one he has been waiting for and longed to help the most.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who eventually agrees to let you do it on one condition: he chooses the way for you to show your devotion. It amuses you how easy it is to change his mind. Whether it is in Harp Island or a mystic city, it is still easy to get him to give in to your whims and demands.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who reserves a private tea room for just the two of you and gently takes off his outer robes to get to work. His chosen method? For you to return the favor by helping him practice his calligraphy to make more talismans. In truth, he doesn't need to practice his skill with the ink and brush; he is just curious to see how long he can push his luck before he scares the idea out of your head.

Alkaid gently places himself on the seat beside the table he asked you to sit on. He picks up the brush after carefully grinding the premium quality ink. Raising his clear green eyes to yours—at that moment, they seem very similar to the same green tea he offers weary souls and have the same calming effect on you—and yet the moment he raises your left leg onto his thigh on the chair, you feel a sudden energy disturb your calm, like the ripples on the surface of a shaken, filled teacup. You aren't going to spill; his warm grip at your ankle assures you of that, and yet the more he raises your clothes up to your thighs, the more those ripples grow bigger.

He starts small, at your ankle.

The brush feels cold and wet, almost ticklish as it draws simple lines over your skin. A cold drop of black ink runs past your ankle, making you chuckle a little bit.

Alkaid takes his eyes up to your face, his gaze soft and reassuring as he poses the question.

“Please inform me if it's uncomfortable in any way.”

You gently shake your head at him, your smile still on your face as you reassure him.

“It's not uncomfortable, just a little bit ticklish.”

He smiles back at you. The familiar sight of that specific warm smile of his sends a light flutter through your chest as his calming voice fills the space of the near-empty tea room.

“In that case, I'll continue.”

It is interesting to watch him work. Even in this new world, he still has that quiet intensity he pours into whatever activities he does, deeply focused and determined to bring the best out of what he is making, whether he is charting stars or developing the film of a photograph.

It is also rare to see him be the one holding the brush, but rather than using the brush and ink on a sheet of paper, you are the canvas, and the characters he is writing on your skin are the art.

Admittedly, you are almost too busy watching the confident way in which his hands move with his brush—like an artist watching another artist work. The characters are unfamiliar, and you wonder what they mean, but those wondering thoughts are kicked out of your head the moment you feel the warm softness of his palm slide past the side of your knee onto your thigh.

The Shadow Lord purposely slows down his movements now, taking his time to retouch the brush on the ink plate beside you on the table, leaving his other hand still on your thigh. His ears try to pick up the sound of your breathing or heartbeat, but it is hard to catch. You've gone completely quiet and have almost masked your presence, so quickly too, like it is a survival skill you've mastered. And yet, he can pick up the slight tension that slips into your thighs as well as vividly feel your gaze as he works. There is something about that gaze that is hard to put into words.

It feels familiar, heavy, and foreign at the same time, and yet it bears a tenderness within it. Was that tenderness the reason why you hadn't told him to stop? A part of him wishes you would—the part of him that knows how to be greedy and crafty with his greed when he wants to be, the part that can manipulate his way into getting a mile from an inch given. And yet the other part of him, so strongly drawn to you, wants you to tell him to continue, to guide his wrist and his strokes onto the parts of your body you want them the most. The parts only he is allowed to see, touch, kiss, and mark with his brush.

A light gasp leaves your lips as his brush draws further up your thigh, the connected stroke sliding into your inner thigh. Your hands grip the edge of the table as each inch carved under the cold, wet brush sends the realization that he is getting dangerously closer. But worse than that realization is the gradually increasing beating of your heart.

“It's a protection spell,” his voice suddenly breaks through the silence while he traces a vertical stroke up and repeats the same path down. “Usually written specifically on a white paper talisman with black or gold ink. Personally ground. While writing the spell, you should hold the name of the one it's intended for on your tongue, and their face in your heart.”

There was something about his voice. Usually so calm and comforting, now it feels light and seductive. Paired with the contrast of the cold ink on your inner thigh and the warmth rapidly building at the core of your stomach, it is hard to really listen to what he is saying or to even stare at his hands either. Your eyes are now fixed on his face.

“It's usually done between family members for those embarking on a long-distance journey, or…” His eyes leave your skin and gently rise to meet yours while his thumb smears the last curve of a small character. “…between separated lovers.”

He holds your gaze for a few more seconds before his eyes fall back down to your thigh, lingering on the ruined character with a small smile on his face.

“Hmm… just like I thought. I still need to work hard on my curved strokes.”

You press your lips together in silence, knowing very well that that wasn't an accident. You felt the pressure of his thumb knowingly brushing over your skin, smearing that curve while he distracted you with his voice.

A shaky breath leaves your lips as you watch his green eyes slide up to the untouched parts of your upper thigh. That heat in your stomach is slowly traveling down to the path in-between your legs. Silently, you take up the hem of your dress, raising it further up to fully expose your leg as well as the outline of your underwear.

A dangerous thrill runs down the Shadow Lord's spine. He briefly wonders if that thrill is similar to what the Taoists felt when they made their first dark spell and were successful.

He isn't a dark Taoist, and yet here he is, falling deeply for temptation all the same. Is he breaking a moral code as the Shadow Lord by doing this with you? Probably. But the secret heat traveling down his length underneath his robes is beginning to worsen and override any sense of an ideal image to keep. The desire to replace the brush and ink with his bare hands and tongue—tracing those patterns and strokes on your perfect flesh until he meets the clothed part of your yin gate and continues over it before slipping under that fabric—is getting harder to ignore, just like he is getting harder underneath those robes.

He hopes you won't notice and at the same time wishes you would.

Although from the look in your eyes staring down into his at the moment, you aren't really thinking about pure things either. The tea he took before he began is useless now.

“Pardon me.”

His hand gently slips under your thigh, suddenly lifting your leg up to place it over his shoulder.

“Alkaid.”

His name easily slips out of your mouth like a confessed yearning for more of his touch, his voice, his words—anything to soothe the hungry need to physically remind yourself that he is still yours. In the normal world and this one as well.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who silently takes his eyes up to yours, holding your gaze while he patiently returns the brush to its ink plate. He brings his right hand up to his face, parting his lips to grab onto his black glove with his teeth and pull it off entirely.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who perfectly lies without blinking an eye to the familiar lover he just drew a protection spell on.

“I forgot to mention previously that a devotion ritual goes two ways. Now that you've done yours, please allow me to do mine as well.”

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who watches you nod your head silently, giving him permission to bring his head closer, parts of his long blond hair brushing against your inner thigh while his hand slips under your other leg and makes its way up your thighs as well.

The Shadow Lord of Bumei, who is silently glad he cast a privacy talisman over this room in advance and that you are generously offering him more than an inch. Hopefully, you'll generously offer him a mile as well while he kindly shows you how to return the devotion of a beloved.

Modern

Ayn Alwyn x Reader

Reader: 30% | Ayn: 80%

Black cat energy. Ayn Alwyn feels jealousy as easily and as quickly as he gets sweet-tooth cravings.

Since you are entirely used to people fawning over Ayn—from his music-brainwashed fans on Harp Island to his everyday admirers—you rarely feel genuinely jealous when someone catches his attention. You just experience a brief pang or two here and there.

Ayn, on the other hand, is certainly not used to losing the spotlight—and he is especially not used to having your attention stolen away from him. In the first place, he isn't exactly generous with sharing you. When he gets jealous, he will silently brood and act coldly, giving you incredibly obvious signs that he is annoyed, though he refuses to bring it up first. He will keep up the frosty act until you make the first move, using sweets or cake as an appeasement.

The Fix: He will stubbornly make you feed him the treats yourself.

Alkaid McGrath x Reader

Reader: 70% | Alkaid: 70%

Completely balanced and deeply empathetic. Both you and Alkaid feel the exact same amount of jealousy and display it in remarkably similar ways.

Thanks to his gentle, helpful personality, Alkaid’s popularity at the academy is exceptionally high. As much as you are glad to have such a warm, kindhearted, attractive man as your boyfriend, you still occasionally battle a strong sense of possessiveness.

Alkaid feels that exact same wave of jealousy and possessiveness when someone else manages to completely steal your attention, especially if they are helping you with something he can't provide. However, he instantly feels guilty about his own envy; he internally chastises himself, reminding his heart that you are your own person and don't belong to him.

The Fix: For both of you, the resolution is incredibly quick and easy. Simple acknowledgment and a burst of doting, undivided attention make you both instantly forget the whole thing. He will just quietly lace his fingers with yours and hold your hand tightly.

Lars Rorschach x Reader

Reader: 40% | Lars: 70–80%

Mercurial and dramatic. Lars’s jealousy isn't stable, fluctuating wildly just like his playful temperament.

Being completely used to having your admiration and regularly seeking your full attention, it hurts Lars far more than he would ever be willing to admit when you give that attention to someone else—especially if you look comfortable and personal while doing it. You feel flashes of jealousy too, but it’s an emotion you have come to accept and manage when dating such a confident, effortlessly charismatic man.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, acts like an absolute child when he's jealous. He will either entirely ignore you until you are forced to acknowledge his dramatic silence, or he will confidently step right in and interrupt whatever conversation you're having. Once he successfully gets rid of the person who dared to hold your attention instead of him, he will seamlessly act like absolutely nothing went wrong.

The Fix: He will confidently pull you aside later and demanding a kiss to fully make up for it.

Clarence Clayden x Reader

Reader: 90% | Clarence: 30%

Deep, logical security versus high-stakes longing.

It is incredibly hard not to get jealous when your boyfriend is both devastatingly handsome and utterly dependable to everyone around him. Clarence already barely finds time to spend with you because he is constantly dedicated to one task or another, endlessly extending his duties as the student council president. Because of this, when he does finally secure free time to spend with you, you don't take it lightly when a third party tries to steal that precious time away.

Clarence, conversely, finds it quite difficult to get genuinely jealous. He rarely experiences possessiveness, easily evaluating any situation for objectively what it is. He is profoundly reassured by his complete trust in your relationship; logically, if you didn't just have eyes for him, you wouldn't be dating him. It sometimes annoys you how you seem to be the only one getting jealous and possessive over time, but Clarence actually secretly enjoys seeing you like that. To him, your jealousy is further logical proof of your undeniable attraction to him. He never intentionally pushes your buttons, though, always prioritizing your absolute comfort first and foremost.

The Fix: He will quietly ask you later if you were disturbed by the interruption and will sincerely apologize for putting you through that stress.

Cael Anselm x Reader

Reader: 50% | Cael: 50%

A subtle, calculated chess game of teasing and pushing buttons.

You are entirely used to Cael doting on you, but you're also used to him giving you a necessary, firm push when needed. Furthermore, you routinely see massive amounts of attention drawn to him as Emerald, plus his gorgeous hair and striking presence. You try your hardest not to let it get under your skin, determined to always appear mature and collected in front of him.

Unfortunately for you, it is incredibly easy for Cael to tell exactly when you're jealous. And he will absolutely push it, deliberately drawing out his interaction with the other person as much as he can. He knows exactly how to soothe you later anyway, and he finds it incredibly endearing to see real-time proof of your feelings via your cute, pouting face.

On the flip side, it is incredibly hard to tell when Cael himself gets jealous. Like many things, he hides his envy flawlessly behind a perfect mask—until you purposely push his limits. When he finally snaps, he lets his anger slip just enough to forcefully break up your interaction with a tight, unyielding smile.

The Fix: You will both endlessly tease each other about it later to make up for it. You are both secretly glad to see the other person get jealous for you, smoothly putting the envy behind you once the air is cleared.

Alkaid McGrath, the stranger you rescued, passed out in the snow in the mountains, who apparently wanted to take a photograph of the aurora. Willing to take risks for it. His love for adventure and passion for nature were immediately apparent to you from the moment you met him.

Alkaid McGrath, whom you were surprised to meet again on Harp Island, receiving his aid to carry the multitude of items you purchased at the commercial district for the new stray cat you adopted.

Alkaid McGrath, whom you quickly grew close to, becoming somewhat friends with him. Grateful for his guidance as a fellow cat owner with his gorgeous ragdoll, Sparkles.

Alkaid McGrath, an astronomy student who is always eager to help those around him, with a gentle and kind personality that earned him a positive reputation and lots of teddy bears as thank-you gifts.

Alkaid McGrath, who despite his positive reputation and popularity isn't fond of crowds and hanging out in loud, open places. Preferring to hang out in the comfort of his own space, pursuing his hobbies of photography and stargazing.

Alkaid McGrath, whose birthday is on the 19th of March.

Alkaid McGrath, who speaks a little French from the two years he spent in France as a child.

Alkaid McGrath, who comes from a rich background, though he is extremely humble about it. The only way you'd find out is by noticing how good he is at various activities, possessing the calmness and quiet confidence of someone who is well-experienced and skilled.

Alkaid McGrath, who seems to really enjoy having Sparkles, his cat, spend time with yours. Although the cats get along, you wonder if he often uses the ragdoll as just an excuse to see you.

Alkaid McGrath, whose light blonde hair, bright green eyes, and gentle personality you can't help but admit make him a very attractive individual—but you're still sufficiently wary against him. He is, after all, a Paragon.

Alkaid McGrath, whom if you should ask students of St. Shelter Academy familiar with him to describe as a flower, the most popular answers would be a lily and a white rose.

Alkaid McGrath, whom you feel guilty about being so suspicious against, just because he's a private individual and a Paragon. But still, just to be safe, you have to confirm things for yourself.

Alkaid McGrath, whose place you sneak into while he's away at the observatory having a class and you have time on your hands. You quietly navigate your way past Sparkles, who is quietly sleeping in the living room, and pick the lock to his room. You quietly shut the door behind you and take a deep breath before turning on the lights to begin your sleuthing.

For Alkaid McGrath, it's not the first time he's been targeted. It happened multiple times in his childhood, hence building the firm boundaries he keeps around his private life. So yes, it's not the first time he's been targeted, nor the first time he's been stalked—but it's definitely the first time he decided to stalk his maniac back.

You almost jump out of your skin when the sound of the door locks in place behind you and the light gets shut off with a simple click.

You remain firmly rooted in place, your heart loudly beating against your chest while you listen to the footsteps lightly walking over the floorboards until they suddenly come to a stop. The figure looms behind you, their shadow casting past your head and onto the wall in front of you.

Your heart races just a little bit faster as they suddenly lean down to the right side of your face, their eyes fixed not on your neck but on the wall in front of you—in particular, the board on the wall, no longer fully visible now, but its contents still sharply vivid in your head. It's not going to be easily forgotten anytime soon. After all, you spent full minutes just standing there, staring at it in complete shock.

A whole board dedicated to just you. Covered entirely with photos of you. Photos of you in class, in the library, in the cafe, with your cat, with Cael, with William, in the streets, with strangers, while you paint, while you eat, even photos of you sleeping.

His gentle voice caresses your ears. It still sounds soothing and almost as romantic as ever, but now it no longer just feels like soft velvet—it feels like soft velvet hiding a sharp, unsheathed knife underneath.

“What do you think? Do you like it?”

You don't turn back to look at him as you respond with a steady voice.

“You were supposed to be in class.”

“Ah, that? As per my schedule, right? Which you've had memorized and adjusted for months. Well… it's the first time you decided to come over all alone. I thought I'd give you a full house tour.”

'He knows I was going to break into his place because he'd be away. He also knows I have his schedule memorized and have been tracking it for months. Which means… he's either psychic, or…'

You turn around to face him, looking up at his pretty face.

“You've been stalking me.”

He smiles softly at you. The same gentle smile you've seen a hundred times before. Almost pitying.

“Are you angry?” he asks softly, raising his hand to quietly tuck strands of your hair behind your ears. His skin gently brushes against yours, sending a shiver through your nerves. Heat spreads across your chest while your heartbeat quickens.

“I was only being fair. Since you started stalking me first.” He takes a small step forward, his hand lingering at your head, now flatly cupping the side of your face.

“The photos you have of me could use some fine touches in aperture and metering. I could teach you, too. Your paintings though, are already perfect. I'm honored to be your muse.”

You stare up into his bright green eyes in a mix of surprise and suspicion.

“Aren't you supposed to be freaking out right now?”

'I've been stalking him for months, even broke into his home, and here he is offering to give me tips on how to take better secret photos of him?'

“Do you want me to freak out? Curse you out and hand you over to the school?”

You wait with bated breath, having nothing to give as an answer, silently watching him lean down. His face is still pretty, with strands of his light blonde hair gently falling over his eyes, but their green color appears a little darker, perhaps due to the lack of proper lighting in the room.

But the smile on his face isn't so gentle and calming anymore, though it still looks perfect. His face stops a few inches away from yours. You don't expect the words that fall from his lips in that angelic voice of his.

“It's fine. I want you to stalk me, Y/n. You're fixated on me, aren't you? That's okay. You can stalk me as much as you want until you're satisfied with getting to know me inside and out, and we become closer to each other.”

This voice is AWESOME. It's so awkward, you can hear some poor musclehead trying his hardest to overcome his shyness. I love this guy.

Also, here is a gif of mc and Alkaid stretching. If you havent done your stretches for today this is your sign to wave your arms like you just don't care.

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