Reader! who owns an old saloon out west around northern Texas, something you bought in your earlier years when you looked far brighter and far less eroded, back when everyone and their mama wanted to go westward to find a new life. But that was then and this was now, with most of your business only coming from regulars from the nearby town or the occasional traveling cowboy who decided they wanted a drink. Life was far more boring than people had spread stories about. But, this was your home now despite how decrepit and dusty your little bar was getting, with sand and dirt blowing past your doors whenever a strong wind picked up.

Reader! who's waiting on customers one night far after sundown has happened, leaning against the bar even if you know there's a slim chance that anyone will show up. Ever since rumors of evil lurking at night started spreading around here your already dying business is hanging on like a horse with a broken leg begging not to be put down. You sigh out for the hundredth time before something outside catches your eye, a dark figure lurking outside your establishment. Waiting for a moment in case it was a customer, you finally got up to go investigate the noise. No need for your gun. At least not yet.

Reader! who opens the saloon doors, looking around only to find a man outside waiting against the wall. Right off the bat you could decipher that he was a cowboy from his clothes, but there appeared to be no animal around for him to get here with. Cowboys certainly didn't just show up in your town willingly, they were often just passing by on their horses. In the dark you could make out a few of his features, mostly his medium brown skin and his long black hair, mostly likely a Native American. They rarely came into town, especially on travel, but it wasn't unheard of for them to be cowboys, quite the contrary. Regardless, you waited to see if the man would even acknowledge you. He shifted away from the wall, his brown eyes finally meeting yours.

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Vampire!Cowboy who sizes you up and down for a moment, knowing better to jump on you in public even if the town around you was dead as dirt. "Do you need something, sir?" He heard you ask him after a stretched moment of silence. He'd passed by your town hoping for a quick meal, and that seemed to fall right into his lap but he couldn't act too fast. "Just looking for a place to stop by, sir. Saw your place." the man excused, his voice almost alluringly calm with a hint of roughness, "Mind letting me in?"

Vampire!Cowboy who sees you give him an odd look wondering why he would need to ask permission to come into a public place. Maybe it was a respect thing. "Well, come on in then. Won't have to fight anyone for a seat," You eventually replied, turning back to enter the vacant bar. He followed after you quietly, like a wolf stalking behind a deer. You weren't lying, this place was practically dead at this time of night, the only reason you weren't closed up yet being you were desperate to see if anyone would come to give you a bit of business. Oh, poor you.

Vampire!Cowboy who remains waiting, taking a seat at the bar and getting a rest he admittedly really had craved. It's not easy being on the road looking for opportunities to care for farm animals or horses to start with, even worse when you burn like hell in the sun without proper protection. His main reason for scouting out was that he was also starving, and hadn't had a meal the past week. Even if vampires could hold off needing food longer than humans hunger pains were still a bitch to deal with.

Vampire!Cowboy who keeps his eyes on you as you go behind the bar, checking your stock, "You want anything to drink?" you almost desperately offered, but he shook his head claiming he doesn't drink. Consuming any human food made him throw up, his body rejecting anything but blood. You sighed in defeat, leaning against the bar again as you wondered what to do about anything. The other man removed his hat, adjusting his hair a bit as he set it against the counter, the thing was his lifeline by now but it was still irritating to wear it 24/7. "Damn it," you mumbled to yourself, opting to look him over better now that he was up close rather than mope like always. He had that usual expression of exhaustion that travelers carried, but he carried a hint of a sickly appearance. Weird.

Vampire!Cowboy who glances around to make sure the cost is clear before you interrupt his thoughts. "So... you got your horse around here?" You asked him. The man looked back at you, confused for a second before you continued, "Just uh, you're a cowboy right? Or are they making you rough it out in the plains?" You tried to joke as he gave you a trivial look. "She's tied to the picket line beside the bar. She's unwell," He admitted. You cocked your head a bit, urging him to go on. "She has scabs on her side," he started, leaving out the part where the mare had gotten them from people attempting to strike him with tomahawks or sickle while he used her to escape. "And she's dehydrated. We haven't found water in quite some time. She needs her hooves trimmed truthfully," he had no clue why he was opening up to you about this because you were about to be his dinner but he hadn't really shared how his girl was doing, how guilty he felt about not being able to care for her properly when he'd been taught to treasure horses all his life. He didn't think he could just bite her and turn her into a creature of the night too, and he frankly didn't want to thrust that burden upon an innocent animal the way it had been thrust onto him.

Vampire!Cowboy who watches you get out from behind the bar, "I can help her," you insisted to him, "I helped my dad with horses when I was younger. Ain't a professional farrier but I think I can help her," Brietly, he wonders if you're joking, playing the usual cruel trick people liked to pull when they saw someone like him in need. But no, you were dead serious. Well, it didn't hurt to give it a try, if you were telling the truth his mare would be in better health and if you weren't he'd get a free meal out of tearing your throat out.

Vampire!Cowboy who leaves the saloon with you, guiding you beside your building that had a blindspot to passerbys (you really have no survival instincts), where a large brown horse with a black mane was waiting, and you could see where he was telling the truth with how tired she looked, her hooves aching and her side covered in scabbed over cuts. Poor girl.

Vampire!Cowboy who watches you closely as you touch his mount, with the horse huffing at first then gradually leaning into your touch as you look her over more closely "She's a pretty girl," You commented as you walked off to find a bucket to fill up with water to get her a drink.

Vampire!Cowboy who sees how much you care for his companion even if you tell him he'll have to come back tomorrow when you have the proper supplies to actually clean her up and get her back at the road. He reckons that this isn't a lie either but you're still not to be trusted for too long in his book. As the horse drinks from the bucket, snout twitching, he's just happy you've saved him another day of feeling like shit that he can't be as good for her as he once was. You're allowed to live. For now.

Vampire!Cowboy who you wait on to return the whole day, serving your usual customers and kicking out a drunk or two. Honestly, the drunks were the only people who made the day mildly entertaining even if they were a general nuisance. You were a desperate man. Only when it's getting near the evening does someone even mention that he saw you with a new person on his way home last night. He warned you not to get close to such a suspicious figure with all the buzz about vampires around here, as if you were stupid. But you just nodded and assured him that you would stay safe during the night.

Vampire!Cowboy who finally shows up right before you're fixing to leave for the night. Well, cowboys had to be really busy right? You were sure he wasn't trying to be rude. It isn't long before you're working on the horse, tending to her scabs first as he surveys her work. "So," you started, trying to start a conversation, "This your girl? Or is she from the ranch you work at?" He avoided looking at you, readjusting his hat, "She's mine. Has been for five years now," Okay, you were getting somewhere other than dead sience. You patted her side, saying to him "How'd you get her?" Again, he ponders before admitting "I had her before I took in this "Job"," He started, not sure himself if he was talking about being an actual cowboy or being vampire, "Horses were special to my people. An extraordinary amount. The more stallions, the more wealthy and higher you were held, at least by your standards."

Vampire!Cowboy who looks in the horse's brown eyes as he continues, "I only had her, but she was my girl. Taking care of her showed my character," he hummed, "Suppose you could say that's still accurate with how bad she looks," You swallowed, feeling a bit sheepish as you continued, "Anyone else in your family got one of them?" and you immediately regretted when he very bluntly replied with, "No. They're dead," It was unbearably awkward for a split second, that felt like it went on for eons, before he corrected himself, "Sorry, sorry. That was impolite. But, I don't have any family left. She's all I have of them and most of my people where I was," As you grabbed the hoof knife, you tried to excuse yourself "Real sorry about that. I just uh..." you let the words die in your mouth as you focused on the mare.

Vampire!Cowboy who wonders why he feels so out of place being apathetic to you. You're supposed to be just food but here he is sharing his past with you and empathizing with your embarrassment. For so long he had to cut himself off of human connection and feelings, it was the best way to survive in a world like this especially as a vampire who had to feast on blood. But he had truly missed having someone to connect with. It was rough to trust anyone on top of all that with what happened the last time they trusted someone too much, ending with almost his entire folk gone and he was stuck being a vampire.

Vampire!Cowboy who hears you speak up again, "Well uh, if you're in the area again anytime soon, you can come by anytime. I don't get a lot of customers and well. You can talk to me if you want," you rambled a bit, "Or if your horse here needs some help,"

He doesn't know why but he almost wants to take you up on that offer. Maybe he's just desperate.

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Vampire!Cowboy who keeps showing up to your bar at night. You don't know why and you don't really want to ask. He's vague about being a cowboy, but you figure he doesn't want to talk about the things hundreds of others ranted to you about whenever they came into your bar. He's still stoic, but you've managed to get him to let out a huff of amusement at some of your jokes. So in your book, that's a win. He never orders anything which is the only down side you can see so far but you don't push it. He's good company.

Vampire!Cowboy who locals finally pick up on you seeing more often at night. Some are happy you've got another person to have your back if things go south with those night creatures, others think he's a threat waiting to just lash out on you. It's a mix of paranoia and a hint of prejudice, neither of which you're a big fan of. Your new friend is hard to read no doubt, but he seems to be a good man at heart who just needs someone to talk to after a long day at work.

Vampire!Cowboy who notices a lot more people start showing up at your bar at night, staring at him as if to ward him off. You let it pass, even if you hate it, because they keep buying drinks and if you don't get enough money you're gonna have to start looking for a new place to live and work at. He focuses on you the most mostly, but whenever someone else tries to butt into your conversation he stares at them. The only warning he ever gave any of them to back off was slapping a man's hand away when the man tried to pull on his hair for a stupid joke. He didn't want to be labeled as a "problem" but he figured it didn't matter when whatever he did would be used against him. Such was life.

Vampire!Cowboy who you're talking to one night over his horse, talking about a stupid stunt she'd pulled earlier, and you swear you see a smile tugging his lips as he goes on about her. You have the strange urge to tell him how handsome he is. That's not weird, right? Nothing wrong with telling another man he looks good. Especially when he's such a rugged cowboy with a soft spot underneath all of it. He's pretty damn funny you learn, with a dry sense of humor that catches you off guard still. But the urge to call him handsome dies in your mind as someone walks in with little warning. It was the man who spoke to earlier, who gave you the stink eye when you said that you were warming up to the cowboy. He says not a word but his presence shifts the room as he comes in and sits at a table, directly viewing you both. Your friend stops talking at that, feeling his eyes on you both. The man sitting there clearly isn't concerned with you safety per say, more about what you, a man, are doing with this other man all alone for hours on end to the point you can't stop defending him so hard.

After that little night the cowboy stays away for a week. But he comes back to you even if the town goes right back to whispering about you two. Maybe you made him weak.

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Vampire!Cowboy who strolls up to the saloon late at night like usual, riding on his horse until he gets close to the building and hears commotion coming from inside. Making sure his girl is secure first, he sneaks his way into the bar. He stopped needing your permission to enter a long time ago and thank God for that, because you're in a damn mess. An outlaw, dressed vaguely like a cowboy just like himself, had a pistol pointed at your face as he demanded all the money you had, refusing to believe that you didn't have more you were hiding. Talk about a piss poor place to rob. Your "friends" had stopped coming at night after the vampire had left awhile, leaving you to be right back to being broke.

Vampire!Cowboy who feels anger take hold of him so deeply that he has to stop himself from immediately grabbing that outlaw and burying his fangs into him, he doesn't need to drive off his only ally by revealing he was one of the undead your town was so afraid of. Instead, he acted fast, grabbing a bottle of wine you had set on a table and had been meaning to put back up. For once, you forgetting something paid off. The bottle collided with the back of the outlaw's head before you could think, wine and glass spilling over the man and the floor, combined with the blood loss from all the tiny cuts he'd just sustained. Before the man could scream out, the cowboy had grabbed his gun, disarming him and tossing you the weapon before yanking him backwards to pull him outside. You felt like you were shell shocked, but you had half a mind and grabbed the gun regardless as you watched him pull the outlaw away kicking and screaming.

Vampire!Cowboy who you hear about the next day in a plethora of rumors, After he dragged the outlaw away the previous night he didn't return. A few people saw the aftermath but it had already sparked a forest fire of gossip. "I'm telling you, (name), he had his teeth in that man's neck," a woman had told you at the saloon, sipping on her glass of scotch. "He was just fighting him, I heard it. That thief was screaming bloody murder," You tried to excuse, your heart racing. "Well you either got a monster on your hand or a sodomite. Don't know which one is worse. You got a damn problem on your hands," she had scoffed and you held back the urge to tell her it was none of her fucking business if your friend fancied a man, how that was a million times more preferable to being a vampire. But you said nothing, knowing it would make the rumors around you worse, Well, if he was gay too at least you got to share the same boat.

Vampire!Cowboy who has to start sneaking around to see you, nervous about people hurting his girl while she's outside waiting on him. But he doesn't want to stop seeing you, even if having to hide during the day in one place while fighting off his hunger more often is beyond inconvenient. That outlaw was a good meal at least. You don't want to give him up either dare you say you're fond about him despite how dangerous that is. The most daring you've gotten in-between you two is finally calling him handsome one night, earning a slightly toothy grin from him at that. Afterwards, he had put his hat on your head playfully, saying you should follow the "cowboy hat rule". He drops his teasing after you tell him you don't know what that means, returning to talking about life on the plains.

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Vampire!Cowboy comes up to your place once again, sneaking into through the back only to hear another commotion. That outlaw was dead, right? Maybe another had decided to be stupid and stop by. But no, when he peaked his head in he saw you arguing against three men he'd seen in you bar before, calling you a plethora of colorful and downright awful names while accusing you of everything under the sun. Some of those accusations involved him even. He wasn't mad about those ones because they spoke about him, he fancied you dare he say, but they made him red with anger because how dare someone speak to you like that? He didn't act fast enough, because one of the older men pistol whipped you across the face, splitting a part of your head open already, before he whipped you with it two more times in quick succession.

Vampire!Cowboy who feels like his body is only autopilot as he rushes towards the man, while a skinnier guy takes advantage of your dazed state. He throws you back against the shelf of alcohol, breaking a few bottles on impact alone which spread shattered glass and booze all over your back. You black out briefly but very visibly hear a scream and a ripping noise rings out, before the third man fires his pistol and quickly screams out again. In your blurred vision behind the counter, you see very evident splatters of red, with a speeding figure giving hell to the three men faster than they can run away or fight back. You let your head fall again, feeling blood drip down your right eye to join the blood leaking from your nose.

Vampire!Cowboy who you feel touch your face after a long moment of painful silence, tilting your head up enough to look him in the face. You immediately see the blood smeared all over his mouth and cheeks, with it splattered all over his waist leading up to his drenched collar. He's breathing so heavily, and you can smell the blood on his hands that's no doubt staining your face too but you couldn't give a shit. You swallow, trying to regain composure as your own blood slips into your lip and tastes like iron on your tongue. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you hear him quickly mumble, "Fuck,"

Vampire!Cowboy who you focus on, even if your ears ring and your head throbs. He's a monster. You're not drunk enough from blood loss to ignore the fact the man you'd shared so many nights with is a vampire. He sees the shift in your eyes and almost pulls away, before you reach up to touch him. Your touch is severely uncoordinated, knocking his hat off as your hand grips his long black hair. He sighed quickly, pulling you closer with your head against his chest even if it got more blood on you. He had no heartbeat.

Vampire!Cowboy who holds you while you glance around, seeing the body of the old man against the floor with blood pooling under him, peaking out from the bar but it was still evident his neck had been torn to shreds. Whatever. You could worry about the list of repercussions later. Your mind was zeroed in on your fingers in his hair.

Vampire!Cowboy who feels you pull away from his chest to look up at him, both of you a bloody, red mess with you smelling like an alcohol shop. His eyes are a mix of stress and vulnerability, a rare sight from the other man. You can't stop yourself from leaning in, even if you're a disgusting mess of gore and alcohol. To your surprise he doesn't stop you either, meeting you halfway as your lips meet his finally. He tastes overwhelmingly like blood but maybe that's you. Maybe it's both of you. The kiss isn't elegant, your blood smearing on the side of his face as you tilt your head, his hands staining the back of your shirt crimson while he ignores the little cuts the glass is making on his palms. Your blood tastes so sweet, you're so sweet and fuck he loves it. For a moment everything else around you doesn't matter. Nothing else will never matter. But, when he breaks away, tongue darting out to taste the blood dripping from your nose and knows you need medical attention. He eases you to your feet, letting you lean on him for support. You don't look at the bodies, not because you care for what he did but because you want to stay focused on him.

Vampire!Cowboy who gently carries you away from the scene, leaving behind the scene in the saloon for whoever to find when dawn breaks. But for now, he helps you mount his horse to go find help, still closely clinging to you as he joins you.

Maybe it would all be okay.

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Reader! who's a poor man down on his luck, a streak of misfortune following him since his early years. You have nothing. No family to remember you, hardly any money to your name, and no significant mark on anyone's life around you. For over a decade you had moved through the lives of others like a ghost as you reached young adulthood. For meals you often scavenged leftovers or resorted to trickery to acquire it. Trickery was where your fortune seemed to lay, even if it wasn't a morally superior route to take. In this day and age, it was a usual tool to carry around.

Reader! who walks along the cooling grounds as traveling shop keepers pack up for the day, loading their riches and their goods back into their carts which are pulled by a variety of quadrupeds. Lingering nearby, you had hoped that for once in your life you'd get lucky and a poor sport would drop something of value so you could resell it and get some cash back in your pocket. When one of the older men, one grey and wrinkled packed up his cargo and limping over to the front to start navigating his journey, your eyes were quickly glued to the overflowing bags that his poor horse had to pull a long. Shiny silver, rubies, and golden objects were packed into the bag like sardines, wobbling in the wind.

Reader! who waits idle as the uneven cart wobbles against its own weight, before one of the items finally budges loose and hits the ground with a soft clink. Bingo. Before someone could stop you, you quickly ran over and swooped the shiny treasure up like a talons. The sound of shouting echoes behind you as you run off, putting as much distance between yourself and the old man as possible before you duck and take cover in the shadows of the nearby city.

Reader! who examines his lustrous new treasure, finding that it's a vintage, golden oil lamp. Those two features alone would make this worth a pretty penny, even if falling to the floor had left a scratch its side. You examined its faint glearn in the moonlight brushing the sand off it. Your hand rubbed against the gold as you did so, hoping to clean it up a little before your world was knocked on its axis.

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Genie!Suitor who was summoned from his lamp after hundreds of years of waiting for a new master, a bang ringing out and smoke erupting from the lamp as he was summoned and you were knocked onto your behind. You shook in a mix of confusion and fear, nearly dropping the lamp in this fit as your eyes focused on the scene in front of you. In the thick smoke, a man larger than you had appeared, with dark hair and tan skin, physically a few years older than you. At first he stretched, hardly acknowledging your presence, before looking down at you "I've been in there for ages. One moment," He excused himself, getting a feel of being outside the lamp for once in who knows how long.

Genie!Suitor who sizes you up and down after the moment fades, nothing that you're much smaller than his previous masters. Thinner too which you don't know if you should take insult to or not. Nevertheless, you're still stuck on the fact that a large man just magically appeared out of a tiny lamp, with billowing smoke all around and an almost godly aura. You had heard stories of genies before and their vast trickery, but like everyone else you believed it to be just that, a story.

Genie!Suitor who picks up on your shock after you don't do anything but stare at him for a few seconds. He bends down slightly, getting eye level with you while snapping his fingers in front of your face like you're a blind. "Hello?" He calls out to you. After another moment you collect yourself, getting back onto our feet yet he's still got a good foot beating your height. Before you can open your mouth, the older man is already questioning your intentions. "Are you the guy that rubbed my lamp? You have to be, right? So, you got a boss around here or something?" He accuses, assuming that from your reaction you're either oblivious to what he is or you're some poor sap dealing with powers out of the realm of your comprehension. You sputter as the surprise wears off, informing him that yes, you rubbed the lamp and no, you don't have a superior.

Genie!Suitor who figures you're the real deal, and does what he's done over and over before dozens of times. I'm your master? you questioned him, "No, you look like you should be my master," you sized him up, knowing he had you beat physically, not even counting that foreboding aura you had picked up. "I'm fully aware. It is not the first time I've gotten such a statement. But, that's how this works, my lord," he responded, hand against his chin, "Now, as I said before you don't seem stupid, so you should know haw this works. Three wishes, my dear master. No rules either Isn't that fun?"

Genie!Suitor who watches the cogs turn on your face as you take in such a statement in such a short period of time. You don't seem insane or evil so you're already giving him a much better vibe than his past masters. You had such high power at your fingertips in such a short amount of time that it gives you so much whiplash. You could wish for anything. You could do anything But, in the back of your mind you remember your greatest attribute; trickery.

Genie!Suitor who isn't sure he heard you correctly. You don't him? You challenge him? "I don't know. Seems far fetched, you had claimed. Right to his face! How dare you! Especially after you scratched his lamp, which he does get on your ass about between disbelief about your doubts. "Over five thousand years and your sorry ass scratches it," he exclaims. But, whatever. He's playing right into your hand and what you want. "I don't know, man," you continued on, "Anything I want? Yeah, right," you scoffed, getting on his nerves. You brewed in your mind about just what to trick him into giving you. Then, a thought above all hit you as a smirk crept onto your face. "Bet you couldn't even give me a life of luxury. Especially in a place like this," You told him, hoping his ego would get the best of him. To your surprise, it did as he glared at you with a "Really? That's beyond easy," he scoffed. You dared him to prove it, before your world black.

Genie!Suitor who snaps his fingers and before you know it you're in a place far grander than the cold, deserted streets of the town you had hopped to along your journey of traveling. The floor was cold marble, the walls around you just as grand looking with gold etching around parts of architecture, white mixing with the beautiful sheen along partitions and pillars that were just the beginning of everything emphasizing to you how out of your element. In your field of vision your eyes kept landing along treasures and designs that reverberated the point that this place, wherever it was, was suited for a king. A palace, most likely, not like you had ever seen one. You getting close enough to royalty to see the inside of their homes? It was a pathetic thought. Yet here you were.

Genie!Suitor who hears you ask about where you are after you pull yourself off the floor, your bare feet considerably cold against the shine of the ground. You're inside the lamp, he explained. He's growing tired of you looking confused, so ahead of you going to ask yet another question, he beat you to. The inside of his lamp was technically endless brass without his involvement, but with his own will he could do just about anything inside of it, including building an entire palace with the flick of his hand like it was nothing. Trying to put into perspective how powerful he was felt like he was trying to break your mind.

Genie!Suitor who follows you around the palace as you take in every small detail, like a monkey seeing its reflection in just how much you can't comprehend all you're looking at It's almost cute, in a pathetic sort of way. After all, all your life you had been dirt poor from birth. But something you also quickly pick up on is the servants. At first you thought it was just one man, before you spotted another, then another, then a whole group, and then the numbers just kept on growing "Every rich man needs someone to wait on his neck and call," the genie explained to you. They're quite beautiful men, all of them, but they also are practically mute uniess you talk to them directly. It was uncanny. But the thought of such handsome men waiting on you for orders made your face flush a little, especially when a few of them gave you a kind smile as you passed by them. You had to be in heaven. Or you had he your head hard enough to hallucinate all of this.

Genie!Suitor who reads you down before you get ahead of yourself You didn't forget how tricky genies are, right? You can't just stay here forever, no, no, no If you want to stay here, you have to use one of your two wishes. "There's no time limit per say, but you still gotta use them if you want a life of this," He had told you before you told him, "Two? No, I still had three. I never said "I wish"," your voice carried an evident smugness to it. He opened his mouth, before narrowing his eyes at you. Fuck, you were technically right. Well, shame on him for getting fooled once, but he won't let it happen twice. "Well, point still stands. You want to stay here? You gotta use a wish," He told you point blank. You pondered for a moment on how long you should take. Somewhere in between being set for a while, but being able to leave if you so pleased.

Genie!Suitor who snaps his fingers after you tell him "Genie, I wish to stay here for six months". It may be a bit overkill in-case you didn't like it here, but you were desperate. Nothing changed at first other than another puff of smoke, before you fell a draft. You looked down before servants started approaching you, already quick to offer you food or comforting items, and say that your scruffy clothes were replaced with a loincloth that left little to the imagination, "What's with the loincloth?" You immediately got on his case as you took fruit form one of the men, only to be met with a shrug. "You never said you didn't want it. What if it's one of my rules of staying here?" He responded, even if you could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't serious. Cheeky bastard. You figured you deserved each other at least.

Genie!Suitor who you quickly learn doesn't believe in the concept of privacy. It's kind of fair given you're living in his lamp, but you wish the guy would warn you whenever he's going to randomly pop up It's especially inconvenient when you're trying to have a private moment and he acts as if nothing is happening. The servants don't even acknowledge him either. Though the effect wears off after he's caught you off guard in the bath for the sixth time to talk about something vaguely important, it's still not ideal. You can understand that the guy was lonely for millennia, but he had to have known that humans don't just do this. You start joining in on the conversations eventually, figuring he was the only other person here that could really hold a conversation. You had tried holding one with one of the servants before only to feel like you were talking to cardboard, a pretty face in exchange for no thoughts of their own. You still give him shit about the loincloth though.

Genie!Suitor who you gradually learn to enjoy the company of, at least in the sense that he's not bad company. You also learn that he's a bit of a touchy guy, and you weirdly don't mind that. You cut the guy some slack with how he hasn't interacted with a person he didn't create himself in so long. He puts his larger hand on your shoulder a lot or he'll pat your back, knocking the air out of you sometimes "You finally got some more meat on your bones, but you're still not that built yet," He joked with you once. It was nice to have someone for you to touch too, even if that wording felt a bit awkward. You solemnly had friends on your escapades in the outside world, holding onto a companion for at maximum a week before you left the city to find food or shelter elsewhere.

Genie!Suitor who has his hand on your knee as he goes on about one of his old masters who had managed to outsmart when he asked for infinite wealth, something you're lucky you weren't so vague about. Its crazy in introspect how you're just sharing a conversation with an all powerful being and even laughing along with him. Your eyebrow raises when his hand creeps up your leg, just slightly at first but its a bit of a risky game when you're barely clothed in the first place, yet you don't stop him, even when his arm hand keeps gradually going further up your thigh. Your breath hitches softly as you keep listening to him, wondering if he knows what he's doing until his hand is fully gripping your thigh. He ends his story, before his eyes gloss over you with a gentle squeeze emphasizing his point. Before your stomach can flip he lets go, disappearing before you know it like he'd done hundreds of times before. You shifted where you sat, a funny feeling remaining in your stomach that you choked up to surprise.

Genie!Suitor who you get into a squabble with one day over something small and trivial. Something you forget when he lets out a sigh of frustration and easily lifts you up from your chair with a "Boy, if you don't move" while still lecturing you. Instead of listening. your mind short circuits for a second. You're not the biggest guy, yeah, and the genie is much bigger and stronger than you, but this man is handling you like a sack of feathers on a Tuesday and that does things to you that you don't like to admit. Dare you say, you miss it when he sets you down and keeps arguing with you about whatever the fuck. You blink trying to ignore whatever that was.

Genie!Suitor who finds that you like inconveniencing him more often to piss him off, like this is entertainment to you whenever he gets mad or handles you to make you act like a normal person.

Genie!Suitor who finally gives you an odd look after the hundredth time you tease him and he puts his hands on you, lifting you up biceps to you eye level with him. That little gleam in your eyes speaks a thousand words. You like this. You fucking like him picking you up and manhandling you like you weigh nothing (And you really don't to him. Its like carrying a bag of grapes honestly) but this little conformation is enough for him to see it as a green light to start pushing things.

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Genie!Suitor who tells you your six months are over before you even know it, and you're almost disappointed even if you have two more wishes. And before you can raise the deal, he shuts it down and tells you "No, you can't just wish to stay here "The rest of your life" that's a cop-out, my lord, leaving you to curse "Then how can I spend the rest of my life here?" You asked him, with the thought of returning to the poor man's world full of treachery being a terrifying thought. When he informs you how to accomplish that, it's both more complicated and simple than you thought before; you have to use a wish to belong to him. Its hard to explain but whatever he owns can stay with him forever, and thus stay in his world. Your face feels warm at the thought of another man technically owning you, even if he told you nothing would really change with your person-hood. But, it was an alluring offer.

Genie!Suitor who snaps his fingers when you use your second wish to spend a year in the palace, figuring it was enough time to decide whether you wanted to use that final wish for more time here or to stay here for eternity. Nothing around the palace changes compared to your first wish, so you continue your life with that thought stored in the back of your head. The odd feeling. from before returns.

Genie!Suitor who gets subtly closer to you over the first few months of your second wish, but not enough to where you should be alarmed. It's like a slow game of cat and mouse that you can't say you're against when you finally catch onto it. You even start joking with your servants privately about how you are so bored that you're getting hyper-focused on each other. The servant doesn't laugh but eh, he's handsome enough to make up for it like every other man in the palace.

Genie!Suitor who responds to your usual teasing one day by wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you away from the vase you were threatening to knock over like same bored cat. He could just remake it but it was the principal of the thing. You let out a spot gasp as he told you "Do you ever think of anything but getting on my nerves?", his warm hand against your Adam's apple with the gentle squeeze had on you making your pulse quicken. Unfortunate for you, or fortunate if you view it that way, one of his fingers was pressed against your pulse just enough to feel your heart-rate increase. He was no idiot to human anatomy, so that detail brought a faint smile of mischief to his face. His grip tightened slightly (He had to be careful with you. If he wasn't he could accidentally squeeze your neck like a blueberry), watching you squirm slightly. "Now quit that," he commanded you before letting you, watching you shuffle back quickly while looking at him like he was insane. Again, it was cute in a pathetic way.

Genie!Suitor who you grow to a less than continental relationship with. You were both lonely, and he wasn't an ugly guy. Far from it. So it wasn't the worst thing in the world for you when his touches got bolder, touches you didn't push away even if you knew it would be wiser to do such. However, it was awkward when he did such things in front of the servants, even if they visibly couldn't give less of a shit. You could equate it to be watched by a plushie while having sex, they couldn't show emotion but it wasn't nice having eyes on you during this.

Genie!Suitor who has one of his hands trailing up your arm one day while you're in the bathtub. When you first came here you had forgotten how good it felt to bathe not only privately but also in warm water that you had to share with other homeless people. Your body shivered, but you didn't push him away like always. Just as his hand wandered to your chest, your eyes tracing over the veins visible on it, a servant walked in on you both. This was a slightly inconvenient thing in general, with the genie telling you when you first came here that they could follow you around on random encase you needed something. They were like him, but they could be stopped by locks at least, something you forgot to remember this time when you came here.

Genie!Suitor who feels you push his hand away for the first time, confusing hitting him. Did he do something wrong? Did he misread you? "He's staring at us, "You said to him before his chain of thoughts could continue. He stared at you for a moment longer, not understanding why that was a problem, "So?". Your body felt on fire with that nonchalance, sputtering a bit as you tried to explain that even though the servant couldn't hold an opinion on this didn't make you any less flustered. While you tried to explain that it was like a toy watching you, or even worse a pet, the genie's expression seemed to never waver like this was as casual of concern of what time you should what up in the morning. Your sentence trailed off as you realized that he didn't care. He wouldn't touch you if you didn't want him to, but he still couldn't see why this was so bashful. "Then ask him to leave," He simply said after you froze up, yet you couldn't find the words. In the midst of awkwardness, there was a thrill in your gut at the concept of someone gazing upon you two in such an act.

Genie!Suitor who goes back to touching your chest, this time with both hands, taking the fact you arched subtly into his touch as a sign of you wanting this, wanting this man to observe you both. "If he wishes to watch," He whispered in your ear as his hands landed on your pecs, giving them a soft squeeze as you let out a low moan, "Allow him to watch,"

Genie!Suitor who you continue growing close to over the course of the year, allowing him into your heart and into your bed with the suffering you had before meeting him fading away. The wavering embarrassment with the guards watching you fades, which is another plus.

Genie!Suitor who you stand before with you last wish, your heart racing. You know what you want, what you're going to use this one last wish for, but saying it aloud is admitting to how much you want to stay here with him, in comfort and luxury, forever to the point where you would be owned fully by him. Its bashful, but alluring as you give in.

"Genie,"

You began.

"For my third and final wish... I wish to belong to you,"

He's never owned anything quite like this before... but he thinks he'll like it.

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    Intimately, it was a toss of a coin whether he was puddy in your hands to love on for hours or if he had enough sense to communicate with you within heated passions.

    Parchments, scrolls, and trinkets were scattered across the desk. None of it mattered at that moment. Not when your boyfriend had you laying across his notes, completely bare and beckoning him closer.

    "Maybe we should study each other more." He panted, gaze fixed on you as he pushed down his trousers.

    "I couldn't agree more."

    He joined you on the desk with eager kisses and fingers that lit all the candles in the room. A shared experience that filled the room with accidental charms and smeared notes.

    Good thing the desk was sturdy.

~~~

​    Super-powered boyfriend like many powered individuals had an added durability. Meaning, you didn't have to treat him as fragile glass. With you on the other hand, your boyfriend was careful. Aware of your limits. That became more apparent when he'd dial back on his grip or speed of movement with you. He didn't always want to hold back, but he cared so much about your well-being to do otherwise.

    Whether you knew of his powers or not, you were always assuring him you were fine. You wanted him to worry less and enjoy the moments more.

    "More pressure," you instructed in a growing daze. Legs parted across the mattress.

    "Are you sure?" Your boyfriend eyed how his fingers moved between your thighs.

    You nodded, hands gripping the blankets since he was out of reach.

    "If it hurts, you tell me."

    Once he increased the pressure of his ministrations, you were a babbling mess from the intense pleasure. All from the touch of your caring and attentive lover. Superpowers may or may not had been included.

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​    Zombie boyfriend knew his flustered state appeared different. He knew his body reacted differently than a human's. Similar, but obviously stronger with varying speeds. He enjoyed it nonetheless, morning or night. It was all more apparent when you two got a little too handsy.

    "Look at you." You cooed, watching his eyes glazing over while you stroked his member. "Do you feel good?"

    He moaned, deep and gutteral. Head heavy on a pillow and hands on you, unmoving. The pleasure so good. Your touch so very, very welcome.

    Of course he liked it. Your boyfriend loved when you touched him, unafraid and attentive. He felt more alive and beyond himself. Any time you laid a kiss on his skin or caressed him just so, he knew you loved him. That you cared about him tremendously.

    "Love you," he moaned, letting his body rock with your rhythmic hand. "So much. So good."

    You kissed his open mouth.

~~~

​    Vampire boyfriend could be a tease at times. When the mood was right and you blocked out all but one light. That was what he preferred, the privacy of night. To be thrust into an illusion that it only ever was the pair of you. He could give you all of his undivided attention.

    Strength and great vision came in good use as he carried you to the bedroom.

    He could feel you in light and in darkness. Outside under the open sky or indoors on top of the softest fabrics. Your boyfriend did not have a preference where you two joined in ecstasy as long as he was with you.

    "How do I ever survive this?" He grunted as he pushed his hips up into you. "How do I bare such a view? Such exquisite touch?"

    "Because you said you'd shrivel up and die without me." You answered with a growing smile.

    Some nights his theatrics were very romantic.

    "An endless torture. Ah-- That felt good." He thrusted a little faster. "What was I saying?"

    You clenched around him and his thoughts ran away once more.

~~~

​    Werewolf boyfriend knew about the stereotypes and stories written about his kind. That didn't mean all of it was true or that everything was false either.

    Did he start to crave having you every major moon phase in a tangle of hot limbs and bedsheets? He totally did.

    Did he want to chase you to hear your heart beat loudly? He considered it.

    Did he want to mark you as his mate? You bet.

    Did he expect you to change the tables on him? No, not really.

    "How--" Your boyfriend panted. "How did you catch me?" He laid on his side, trapped between you and a tree trunk.

    "I have my secrets and my secret knowledge." You pumped his length as fast as he was panting.

    "No...fair. I have super... I'm faster."

    You shook your head. "You're going to pass out of you don't start breathing."

    Your boyfriend whined in reply.

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​    Fairy boyfriend could stare at your face and be practically bewitched by your entire being. With or without a potion to temporarily alter his size, he was all over you on special occasions. Those being: birthdays, end of work weeks, completing the bills, start of a new season, a new outfit, anniversaries, and vacation time.

    "So much to love," he moaned into your chest. His hips thrusting slowly as you caressed circles on his soft behind.

    Every touch you gave sent him into a fog of heated desire fueled by his feelings for you.

    "I will love every part of you ten times over." He vowed before his lips latched on to your nipple. Eyelids fluttering shut and high pitched mewls coming from his throat.

    You bit your lip at the sight.

    Your boyfriend always intended to map your body with his love. Each time you both shared privately and intimately, he charted a new area of your skin with all himself.

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    Elf boyfriend tended to be more subtle with most affection, however he became more open the longer he knew you. Intimacy came in forms of him tracing the contours of your body with his fingers, staring at you longingly, kissing his way up your arm. Those were the most common ways of all that he displayed to you and only you.

    Emotions could be deeper and his touch reflected that whether soft or firm. When you reciprocated and encouraged with all your love, your boyfriend was keen on giving.

    "My heart calls for yours each day I wake," your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. "This night may ease its search."

    You cradled his face in your hands once he leaned down upon you fully. Bodies intertwined.

    "To have you this close," he gazed at you with an enormous amount of love, "is a beautiful gift."

    "You should stay."

    "Then I accept with my entire being."

    You brought him into a kiss as the pair of you continued in your gentle coupling.

~~~

​    Merman boyfriend was always blown away by how you moved in water. His home where you would forever be welcomed.

    As like water, your boyfriend's love displayed itself both gently and strongly. All backed by his passions, you met him with equal longing to share in constant waves of love.

    Whether on land, in water, or somewhere in-between the both of you found a way to act on your love, always.

    Ignoring the water puddles growing across the tile floor, your boyfriend kept you rolling your hips in a hurried pace. Both of you set on experiencing more and more pleasure.

    He thoroughly enjoyed watching you as he managed to sink further into the bathtub's water. What water remained. Not all of it could be splashed out from your movements.

    "Water suits you," he panted. His gaze transfixed on the droplets sticking and rolling along your skin.

    "Are you considering this position to be your favorite?" Smiling in your pleasured haze, you tightened your grip on his forearms and applied pressure to your hips as they rolled on his tail.

    "I am."

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​    Dragon boyfriend loved when you would cuddle up to him and share warmth. Some days sweetness was not enough as he watched you investigate his many treasures. Tail twitching behind him.

    He wanted you more than the gold necklace in your hands. More than the golden flecks you stamped on your face.

    "Do you remember our last mating?" He asked, muscles flexed and ready.

    "Why? Did you forget?" You chuckled. His desire was not lost upon you, it was as obvious as if he made a banner declaring it.

    Gold and other treasures clinking together, your boyfriend rushed at you. Heat everywhere, scales rubbing your skin, tongue tasting your arousal in the air, and his body nearly conforming to your own.

    "Easy," you reminded him as you opened yourself to him fully.

    He did his best. Deep moans bounced off of the walls as he entered you. He kept you close, held in his hold or pressing you further into his treasures with each thrust.

    Loving you as he did, it would be some considerable time before his need was sated. Your boyfriend could hardly get enough of you.

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​    Scarecrow boyfriend often fantasized of the two of you in the back of a pick-up truck or in the middle of a corn maze making love under a harvest moon. Something to bring more warmth to a season that brought chill to the air where you resided.

    His skin was textured and mind often on you. A perfect start whenever you both sought a little more that kissing and handholding. A pair of lovers wanting to be closer.

    What he didn't expect was being entranced by the golden lights of sunset highlighting your body in a field and you grinding on his denim-covered thigh like there was a time limit. Perhaps you were racing the sun. Or perhaps you had a more difficult day than you said earlier when he asked.

    "You looking dazzling. Simply radiant." He kneaded your skin in all the places that made you shiver. "Take whatever you need to please you, my dear."

    "You."

    "Pardon?"

    "I'm going to take...you...until the sun sets."

    "My dear, you certainly may." He captured your lips in a rough kiss as you clawed at his clothes.

~~~

​    Living statue boyfriend no longer felt alone as the world lived on. He had you and saw the beauty in what others had experienced for years. He was strong enough to handle most things, but seeing you bare as an ancient statue had him experiencing new emotions. Ones he had only heard from voices in passing or hidden beyond his sight.

    His size and shape did not deter you from wanting him in a manner that made him wonder if he could sweat as you could. There was no way he dreamed of refusing your wishes nor desires.

    You doted on him and made him start to have a renewed worry about his strength compared to your own. That didn't particularly matter to you seeing as you bounced on his hard length without complaints. Again and again while he tried grounding himself in reality. A difficult task. Near impossible as he finally considered himself a perfect fit for his precious love, you.

    "Be careful," he advised gently.

    You moaned, keeping your pace.

    "I presume you will never stop amazing me." Your boyfriend watched on in wonder and begun to consider what else you two could possibly do together.

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​    Android boyfriend was made to be as humanlike as possible. The pair of you did not realize how much he could feel until you became more physically intimate. You found that your boyfriend was much more flexible than he looked. So you would position yourself comfortably wherever you wanted before he rushed in with a multitude of kisses and a steady stance.

    Lounging in the armchair with one leg hung over an armrest, you eyed your boyfriend's synthetic skin as it traveled your body. Across your skin and within your warmth, he moved without losing a fraction of endurance. He could go for as long as you both wanted.

    "Deeper."

    At your words, he angled himself inhumanly. His pelvis closer in an impossible way. But he thrusted every inch of himself in. Leaving no space untouched.

    His mouth fell open, lost in you. His love and free life. All of his sensors sent out alerts of his system. Those would be given attention later, much later.

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​    Robot boyfriend knew his strength and how his structure was durable. Some parts of him were mismatched. Meaning, he wasn't the most comfortable sentient to move around or touch. When it came to strong physical desires, he let you know and orchestrate. He didn't want to leave one bruise on you, his dear life companion. You were prepared for his worries and your combined desires.

    His face plate turned another shade of pink as you complimented him between whines of pleasure. He sat absolutely still on the dining chair. Worry still lingering in his system. Yet his hard body was not causing you any discomfort. Quite the opposite.

    Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he added a variation to the vibration of his hand. Watching your body practically convulse in a climax made purple shades appear on his face. He was relieved and fascinated by your clear enjoyment.

~~~

​    Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend had specific routines, rules, and levels of organization. Which meant having you in his ship well past when he should had been sleeping was a wake up call. Not everything had to be the same everyday. Making new rules instead of exceptions was his logical reasoning. Clinging to your body as he bent you over a console deep into intercourse didn't apply to anything. Unless he considered a rule in your relationship: love wholeheartedly. Time had no restraint in that rule. He would keep you satisfied no matter what. If there was a way to do it, he would figure it out especially if it meant continued times of pleasure.

    None of the buttons, switches, or toggles you were rolling over activated anything. Perhaps you should had known the console was turned off, but you were too preoccupied with your lover.

    The cool air within the ship turned stuffy the longer your boyfriend thrusted in rhythm to his heartbeat. The more he wrapped himself around you as much as he could. His frame touched every part of you, caressing and holding as he let out string after string of compliments. Not all you could translate. Yet you understood completely. He loved you and his mind felt fuzzy from how much pleasure was coursing through him.​​

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    "It called for two pinches of salt," he insisted.

    You hummed, dabbing a gel onto his skin.

    "There should not had been an explosion."

    You listened attentively and grabbed wrappings for his arm, to match his hands.

    "I followed every instruction." He sighed and slid further down in the chair. "It should have worked."

    "You will figure it out. I know you will." Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to his unburned temple.

    "Thank you." His bottom lip stuck out in a small pout as he peered down at his bandaged hands.

    "Someone must watch out for you, love."

~~~

​    Super-powered boyfriend used his powers for your benefit. Whether he aligned with Heroes or Villains, you had become his top priority. That didn't necessarily mean you knew he had superpowers. He could hide them, mostly. In a relationship with you, he would not lie to you if you asked him if he did have powers. He cared about you and knew going into a relationship that the subject of superpowers was inevitable. Knowing the town you lived in had an almost daily demonstration of superpowers, you felt saver knowing your boyfriend had abilities. That meant he was safe and, by extension, you were safe.

    "I didn't expect to see a donut truck fly through the air," you swirled the pasta in the pot a top of the stovetop.

    "I'm sorry, what?"

    "More like falling. So I don't think someone was controlling it while it was in the air."

    Your boyfriend came up beside you and took a steady breath before asking, "My sweet, precious, love, why didn't you tell me this right after it happened?"

    "I didn't want to miss the bus."

    "Oh." He rolled his eyes so dramatically, he had to spin on the spot.

    "It was fine. Loud, but fine."

    "You're not the one with durability, which comes with any powers. I can protect you."

    Finally, you peered over to him. "That doesn't help the bus be on time."

~~~

​    Zombie boyfriend didn't say much, but his actions spoke louder than any small term of endearment. More observant than some may first think, he knew your favorites and preferences by heart. You never pushed him to speak or got frustrated if his responses weren't fast enough. Some days it's as if he's stuck in a fog. That didn't mean he was ignoring you or uninterested. You knew him and you understood how he felt.

    "This one?" He asked softly, plucking a book from a high shelf. Walking over to you, he displayed the cover carefully.

    "Ooh! Where'd you find that one?"

    A smile pulled at his lips and he turned around to walk back to where he spotted the book. Once there, he pointed up.

    "Sharp eye."

    Your compliment caused him to hug the book to himself as he continued smiling.

    "Is that the whole series up there?"

    He nodded.

    "It's like finding treasure." You said gleefully and kissed his cheek. "Like seeing you two days in a row."

~~~

​    Vampire boyfriend never thought he'd be good enough for anyone given his lifestyle. He did everything in his power to make sure you're comfortable any time and any where. Taking full advantage of any cloudy days to visit you during the day. Just for the comfort as well as the aesthetic. What lead to more cuddles and quiet time together like cloudy days? Sure, you might share vampiric puns, but you were both comfortable enough to do so.

    Baring his fangs, your boyfriend leaned over the back of the couch. Fingers digging into the furniture. Eyes almost glowing under the lights.

    "Just like that." You took a quick photo. "Whoa. Alright."

    "How did it turn out?" He asked, practically falling over the couch.

    "Fang-tastic."

    He scoffed playfully.

    "Playing with light really does make a difference," you displayed the photo on screen. "Saving this as my lock screen."

    "Can't get enough of me?"

    "Nope." You pecked his lips.

~~~

​    Werewolf boyfriend could not help but to be protective of you. It was when you showed how protective you were of him that made him completely open up to you in the relationship. Spontaneous dates, random gifts he thought you'd like, and so much public displays of affection if you were comfortable. He couldn't love another.

    "Eyes on the movie," you whispered. Yet you knew immediately that your voice only distracted your boyfriend more.

    A vibration from his lips tickled as he hummed against your shoulder. At least he heard you.

    You hoped.

    Yet having a discussion about movie theater etiquette would be in his near future. Sooner than later with how his large hand ran up and down your thigh. There was hardly a time when he didn't display how he felt.

    He lightly nipped at your clothes.

    If only you could explain to him to not go any further and not have him pouting later.

~~~

​    Fairy boyfriend would make the whole world know he loved you one day at a time. Shy or not, if there's one thing in his entire existence he refused to hide, it was how he truly felt about you.

    Were there times when he sought out your attention when others needed you? Some times.

    Did he use you to hide from unwanted situations? When he remembered he could, he would regardless of if his wings shined brightly.

    You adored him even more for all his quirks and interests. The pair of you shared all that brought fascination and questions. Some questions you had to answer for yourselves.

    "If I was smaller, would you still love me?" Your boyfriend asked as he sat on top of your desk, swinging his feet.

    "Yes. It would be impossible for me to love you any less." You continued filling out your planner.

    "Would you love me more if I was taller than you?"

    "Each day I love you more. So, yes, I would."

    You leaned over and planted a kiss on his head.

~~~

    Elf boyfriend took every chance to show you the wonders of nature and magic. That certainly didn't take away from any romance, it enhanced moments you shared together. Soft or exhilarating. All interests and displays of love were encouraged wholeheartedly.

    Any complications came from outside forces, never between you. Your relationship had a strong foundation that could not be easily crumbled by small disagreements or someone else's opinions.

    "Take the foothold more on your left, my darling." He instructed from his perch on the rocks beside you.

    "Sure." You stretched your leg.

    "Not too quickly. This is not a race."

    You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend who easily stood on the incline while holding a bag of food for your noon meal. A date that would take place on a high secluded hill.

    "I can carry you, if you wish." He offered.

    "No, no. I can do this."

    "I have no doubts. Your strengths lay in more than kind words and exquisite kisses."

~~~

​    Merman boyfriend didn't pressure you into swimming. Likewise, you never gave expectation of him coming onto land. Your relationship span across land and sea. That meant more options for date locations.

    If you visited him, you both enjoyed sitting on the shore or a dock. Always prepared to get wet. No matter the weather or occasion.

    If your boyfriend visited you, you made sure he was never far from a water source. A dehydrated merman was not chipper or fast moving.

    You both respected and cared for one another's needs. No event could put that in the backseat, forgotten or pushed aside. But that didn't mean neither of you had fun. All was well in a loving relationship.

    "No," you stated flatly.

    Your boyfriend pursed his lips as he treaded water. His tail visible behind him in the shallow sea water.

    "Do you see my teeth chattering?"

    "No." You stated again.

    "I promise it's not freezing. It may appear that way..."

    "I didn't imagine it being cold. I felt it. It's warmer on this rock."

    "Well... You are sitting in the sun." He swam up and rested both hands on your knees.

    You flinched at the temperature difference. An odd combination of warm skin and cool water. After a couple of seconds, the water didn't feel as cold.

    "Fine."

    The words hardly made it out before he was smiling and opening his arms up for you to join him.

    "Just...no more early morning swims."

    "Easy for you to say, land lover."

    You splashed water his way.

~~~

​    Dragon boyfriend shared his treasures with you and would part with it all if it meant keeping you safe. Not that you were in danger of much aside from the occasional paper cut or stubbing your toe on something. With granted access to his treasure, you protected him from any scam where someone attempted gaining knowledge of its whereabouts.

    Multiple love languages existed in the relationship. Meaning that having plenty of space in your life for gifts and acts of service was nearly mandatory. Alongside affection, love was everywhere like his treasures. Your boyfriend's size meant that cuddles always kept you warm.

    Walking into the main living space of your boyfriend's home, you paused at the sight of a new item.

    You pointed, "When did you get a knitted blanket?"

    "I commissioned it." His chest stuck out as he answered proudly. "A gift for you."

    "Thank you." You grabbed the soft blanket and examined it. "This is hand knit!"

    "It is."

    "How much--"

    He bumped your back with his nose. A quiet signal to not inquire or worry about his expenses. His gifts had no strings attached.

    You turned around and placed a hand on his cheek. "Thank you."

    "My pleasure."

    "I hope you know I'm another blanket closer to the ultimate blanket fort, right?"

    "Perhaps I'm willing to change my treasure for you."

~~~

​    Scarecrow boyfriend often daydreamed of what life would had been like if you knew one another sooner. He loved walking hand in hand with you through fields, but there was a part of him that wished none of it was new.

    A lifetime with you was what you both decided on. Dates were scheduled for at least twice a month. Official dates; not including spending time together for everyday activities.

    He was chivalrous and doted on you whenever he could. Not overly so that made you feel smothered or annoyed. While your everyday speech charmed him beyond belief.

    "I do believe we will arrive on time." Your boyfriend announced proudly, holding his head higher and your arm looped with his at his side. A basket of goodies hooked on his other arm.

    "Then it's good that the weather is fine."

    "Delightful even, my dear. One couldn't ask for better weather for a date...or a better partner." He beamed at you. Completely and utterly happy.

    "Will you tell me what you have planned?"

    "A picnic."

    "I figured as much, but won't you even tell me what food you are bringing along?"

    "Your favorites." He leaned over and kissed your cheek briefly. "The rest is a surprise."

~~~

​    Living statue boyfriend at times felt like he was watching the world go on without him. Yet with you, he felt like each of you were art pieces exploring what life was meant to be. Finding how you both expressed love and wonder. Nothing was taken for granted.

    Touch was gentle and sweet. Words were cherished and never exaggerated. Love built between you both with each passing day.

    Your boyfriend's skin was sturdy, but not unwelcomed when he held your hand. A rough outer layer that protected his delicate heart; one you treated well.

    "How is my devastatingly handsome boyfriend this evening?"

    He stretched his arms up high leisurely, unaware of how you enjoyed the view. Body well crafted and gorgeous. Once he was finished and his gaze was fully on you, he smiled.

    "I am exceedingly well in your presence." He answered and grabbed your hand to lay a kiss on your skin. "What shall we discover?"

    "Who knows? Isn't that a part of discovering something?"

~~~

​    Android boyfriend had tried being as human as possible in the beginning of the friendship until you helped him realize being himself was much more attractive and healthier. Faster than he thought possible at all, you formed a romantic relationship with one another.

    All encouraging, truthful, and surprisingly informative. There wasn't a day that went by without your boyfriend telling you a fact. It became tradition as well as a habit. Likewise, you showed him how to stay true to one's self even if it was difficult. No day was perfect and he needed to know that. Perfection was in what existed.

    "I can look it up for you. You do not need to trouble yourself with searching." He leaned forward on the chair, gaze on your back.

    "I don't mind." You answered. Fingertips ran along the spines of the categorized books on the shelf. "This is one of the many benefits of a public library."

    Silently and deliberately, he did a quick search of such benefits. He was delighted in his findings.

    "Can we stay for the activities after you find your book?" He asked in a more upbeat manner. "I want to make you something."

    You looked over your shoulder and was greeted by your boyfriend's bright smile. "We definitely can."

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​    Robot boyfriend stayed up to date with all of your interests. He could hear his processors whirling whenever you approached, happily excited to see you. All of his feelings were unheard of in a robot like himself. Neither of you cared what others had to say. What you two had was real enough.

    Shared empathy and experiencing life the best way you could. Helping each other where you could, like with fixing a sink or adjusting his coverings. Your boyfriend had no reason to hide his feelings nor anything else for that matter. Therefore your relationship had open honesty.

    "My face plate displays clear images of specific expressions. Easier for most to understand, but... I can not begin to read your face if you hide yourself." Your boyfriend tugged at the blankets piled over you.

    "Good."

    "No. I must know which sort of upset you are."

    "I'm not."

    If twenty question marks were formatted for confusion, he would be displaying them.

    "I'm embarrassed." Your voice was muffled by the amount of fabric.

    A lightbulb graphic appeared on his face plate.

    He crouched down to your level and spoke softly, "You didn't have any ill intentions by running into me. I had not alerted you of my presence."

    "I didn't know you had sensors practically everywhere."

    A pink shaded smile displayed then and he stated cheekily, "I didn't mind. Most boyfriends would enjoy their partner touching their rear end, wouldn't they?"

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​    Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend courted you with a serious tone. Yet underneath it all, you two acted as if you had known each other for eons. It felt natural and right.

​    There were cultural differences of course. Some new and others you wished were more commonplace. But the universe was such a diverse, fascinating, and wide wonder.

​    As far as anyone knew, your relationship was quite mature and stable. It certainly was, but your boyfriend had a complex personality where his more emotional side came out only around you. Whether it was inside jokes, creative flirtations, belting out songs, or playing with you, your boyfriend was all that you desired in a partner.

​    "Are you sure I'm allowed in here?" You asked, peering around the observatory.

​    "As long as you're with me, you'll be fine." He came up beside you and added in a whisper, "We are the only two beings present. Therefore, you can wander anywhere you wish. No one will know what you may or may not do. What we may do."

​    "Easy. Aren't you on the clock?"

​    "I can multitask better than any human."

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