This is my first time writing for him !!! I’m excited and nervous.
They found the box tucked away; it lay nuzzled behind the dresser and the door, the moderately thin box laying on its side to take up less room. The box, tied with a single strand of twine was never meant to be found and was only kept by the forgemaster for the soul purpose of preserving the images of pets long lost to time.
The photos were mostly of his reanimated pets alone, however, there were a few pictures of Hector himself. Normally an animal accompanied him in these photos, the young boy revealing his inner caring and warmth as he looked at the golden, reanimated dog that sat in his lap.
The emotion dancing in his eyes were just the same as that his partner would see in him when he tended to his current pets.
If Hector was to notice that the box was missing, he wouldn’t be angry. He would do his best to not acknowledge it was gone, hopeing that he would not be confronted by his SO.
If he was confronted, he wouldn’t say much. He wouldn’t see a reason to explain the images; his partner already knew of his past just as they knew that these pets were all he had as company.
Hector would not attempt to hide the box after that, he didn’t really mind that they found it, as long as they respected his reason for keeping it.
Doesnt know how to cook but he tries, burning multiple bowls of soup, hurting his hand in the process.
Brings your meals to you in bed, feeding you.
Brings you flowers.
You like to wear his clothes, as they’re more comfortable.
He stays by your side to cuddle you, because you’re clingy when sick.
Gives you a warmth bath, then bundles you up to snuggle and turn on an old movie.
Gets you things you like when you can eat a little. Ice cream, soup he finally learns to make.
Holds your hair back when you’re throwing up, wiping your face down.
Carries you.
Gets you medicine.
Brings you a teddy bear. He likes to go extra cheesy on you when you’re sick.
Spends the night rubbing your back and brushing your hair back to calm you to sleep. Rubs your tummy if it hurts, holding the heating pad on it, just like with your period.
Makes you hot drinks and cautions you to sip gently. Blows on your food. He’s cute.
He hates seeing you in pain, crying if you’re nauseous, looking a mess. He shushes your embarrassment, saying how you’re just as beautiful.
Ah!! He’s so handsome! I’m glad I got to see a fully colored version of him now. I love the outfit you designed for him as well as his ears! Lovely dear! Just lovely!
Summary: After a year of lukewarm living accommodations, you’re finally given the chance to get closer to him and feel just how soft his really is.
a/n: so, @mitsurugireiji wanted soft hair hector fic. but, i can’t ever write anything simple so it turned into A Thing.
While it wasn’t an unspoken rule to not intervene during the times he forged, you had grown rather keen to the shift in the air and his tone when you’d appear. His disgruntlement was indubitable, his discontent with you was further distinct than that. To keep the odds favorable for you both, though mostly yourself, you often found your way out of the humble hut when the ring of his hammer became too suffocating, the vibrations off the walls seemed to make the space that much smaller.
You wandered for hours through the thickets, the groves, and the parts of the forest where light still scattered through the canopies of rustling leaves. It had become habitual for your legs to bring you to the riverside by the end, however.
It was where you had met for the first time, fished from the turbulent waves midst the floods of the rainy season. When you had been hoisted to land, recalling how you had reveled in the sensation of mud caking beneath your nails as you grasped the overgrown grasp, you saw him.
inspiration struck at 3am, so here is a quick saeyoung drabble i’ve had in my mind for a while! (also this is so self-indulgent guys im c r y i n g welcome to what my mind is like 24/7)
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“Why are you so hesitant?”
His lips were on yours before you could answer, kissing you softly yet demonstrating a hint of anguish. Your hands rested on his chest while his cupped your cheek gently, needy. His heartbeat was faint yet wild underneath your palms, and you studied his face, searching for the source of his frown.
“What do you mean?”
Saeyoung dipped his head in again, moving his mouth against yours more roughly than before, “When I kiss you like this,” he breathed, moving his hand from your hips to the small of your back, inching your closer so that your body was pressed against his, “And when I touch you like this, you seem to hesitate.”
You blinked, “I-I do?”
Averting his gaze, Saeyoung nodded, “Yeah. Is this okay? Do you not want this?”
The hand on your back moved to your waist again, and he dropped his touch from your cheek. You could feel him remove himself from you again. The barrier you thought you had destroyed before was slowly rising back up, and you could see it in the clouding of his eyes. You could feel him closing himself from you again.
“I do!” You clutched the fabric of his shirt between your fists, “More than anything, Saeyoung, more than you know. I just…”
He covered your hands with yours. They were much larger than yours, and warm, too. The skin along his palms were always so scarred and bruised, you often spent hours wondering what each meant, what their story was. Saeyoung was a thick and complicated book you never wanted to stop reading, and it both intrigued and terrified you to know you were only on chapter one. His eyes held a strange kind of sorrow and melancholy that tugged on your heart, as you had never met someone of his age who had seen and lived through what he had.
And you wanted to erase it. You wanted to kiss it all away, to reassure him with affectionate touches and by saying the right words at the right time. Whenever he was plagued with nightmares and anxiety, you wanted nothing more but to hold him until he was alright.
But you couldn’t.
“I don’t know know to be yours.”
Saeyoung was taken aback. His eyes searched for the meaning of those words in yours, giving your hand a tight squeeze. Why did his heart feel so constricted by them?
“What..What do you mean?” He asked you softly, silently praying that it wasn’t what he was thinking. That it wasn’t that you were regretting your decision to stay, or that, now that you knew the truth of all he was, how broken and filthy, you didn’t want him anymore.
Saeyoung hoped it didn’t mean you were thinking of leaving.
You could hear it in his voice, his fears rooted deep within those words. “It doesn’t really make sense, and I don’t know how to explain it…”
“Try,” he urged, tilting your chin upwards until you were a breath away from his lips, “Please.”
You wanted to close the gap between you, to be the one to kiss first, to touch him first. But again you felt that barrier, invisible chains that held you back, “I guess I don’t really know how to be close to you like this. After so long of having to keep my distance from you, it’s a bit hard to do…to be able to be with you like this, with no restraints.”
A hand brushed your hair behind your ear, settling at the nape of your neck. You shied away from the intensity of his gaze, searching for anywhere else to look besides those eyes.
“After so long of feeling what I do about you and not being able to do anything about it, I guess I just don’t know how to act.”
With a tug of his lips upwards, your lover swooped his arms under your legs and picked you up, cradling you in his arms and making his way towards the couch.
“Saeyoung-!”
He gently lay you down on the beat-up sofa, never breaking eye contact as he hovered on top of you. “You said no restraints, right?”
“I-I-”
“So don’t hold back,” he murmured, inching closer to you so that the frame of his glasses touched the bridge of your nose, “There is no right way to act, MC, just do what you want to. I’m yours, remember? Completely yours, for as long as you want me to be. You can do whatever you want to me, touch me wherever you like, but just please…” He kissed the corner of your mouth, “Please don’t break my heart just yet.”
You wanted to.
He was so close to you, the familiarity of his scent enveloping you and taste lingering in your tongue. He was all you could see, all you could feel. He was all you wanted to feel, and you were all he wanted, too. So you felt courageous. You brought your hands to his hair and felt the curly red strands you adored, just as you always fantasized about doing.
You needed to.
With the other hand on the nape of his neck, you pulled him closer until lips met one another, until you could fully taste him again. Tongue moving against tongue, your legs wrapped themselves around his torso, pressing his body with yours. God, he was so warm. You could get lost in the way his body moved with yours, touching you everywhere you wanted to be touched and enticing you to do the same. There was no wrong way to act, he insisted, so you were going to act it all out.
You were going to touch him everywhere you wanted, everywhere he would allow. You would kiss him like you had dreamed of for days when you needed to pretend you didn’t. You were going to moan his name when he kissed your neck, plead with him not to stop because neither of you ever wanted to.
And he would do the same; he was going to give you all of himself as he couldn’t before, please you like he thought about doing ever since stepping foot in that apartment. With your permission, there wasn’t a force in this world strong enough to keep him from you, and Saeyoung desperately needed you to realize that.
Drowning. He was drowning in you, feeling himself fall deeper and deeper every time your fingertips traced his skin and a whimper of his name escaped your lips. You were both so intertwined with each other, time escaped both of you. It wasn’t until he was breathless and your mouth was sore, heart pounding against both your chests that you pulled away, but not by much. He rested his forehead against yours, ragged breathing fanning your face.
When you found the strength to flutter your eyes open and look at him, you noticed a deep blush tinted his cheek rose, his eyes were glossy and lips swollen with passion. His hair draped over his face, and for the second he ran his tongue over his lips, you lost the ability to breathe.
ahhhh first vlad request and im so happy because he deserves so so much love and im soft (ฅ≖̥﹏≖̥ฅ) thank you for your sweet words ฅ^◕˛◕^ฅ i may have overindulged so long thing ahead bois
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moving on is such a painful and slow process for him(i mean can ya blame him)
after what the humans did to Lisa, trusting another human would come very hard to him; but you had the advantage of being Hector’s older sister so there was a certain leverage
when he came to visit your brother, the expression on his face practically broke you
you tried to be supportive of what he intended to do, containing the humans, but you were smarter than the naïve forgemaster also a lot better at reading,,,,well,,,vampires
you could tell he was hiding something, but clenched your fist and went along anyway
you started off by bringing him food, warm tea and comforting smiles
you could see he was getting weak and noted that you couldn’t recall him drinking blood for the time you were there
you could see the glimmer in the other vampires’ eyes and knew they had noticed too
your heart hurt at the thought of betrayal, wanted to go to your brother to talk about this but he was oh-so-busy with building the army
so you decided to take matters into your own hands; you created a small cut on your finger, allowing the warm liquid to pour into the teacup, mixing it in before taking it to him
naturally he noticed and before you knew what was going on, you were pressed against the wall of the study, the tray knocked down, breath hitched in your throat, wide eyes locked with his
His claw ran down your skin only for him to pull it back with a tired sigh, releasing you before turning his attention to your poorly bandaged finger “To go to such an extent,” he murmured, taking it into his hand.
“My lord, I only meant good!” You were quick state, the lightest wince passing through your lips when he exposed the wound.
Without a word, he instructed you to sit in his armchair, going to fetch something from his desk. You watched, breath hitched “My Lor-!”
“Vlad.” He corrected, coming back with a bottle filled with clear liquid that stung your nose and made you draw a hissed breath when he poured it on the cut “Call me Vlad.”
since then he placed much more value on your words and you used that to your advantage
you would convince him to be gentler, to take a sip of blood every now and then
then one day, when your fingers were weaving through his hair, massaging his scalp
“you should stop this carnage,” you brought this up gently “you’re a gentle, kind man,” you continued, feeling him tense beneath “please.”
he would tell you to leave on the spot, face stony
the silence between you two in the following days was agony to you both
eventually after much mulling over the subject, after tossing and turning
Toad's Cave 