Light.

“He’s my muse, a beautiful man. So perfect. I can’t find any imperfections, superficially and internally. He was made, crafted from the Gods. They knew that a woman like me would fall for a man like him. They created him for me. Oh my god I look like an obsessed fan.”

I’m his partner in crime. Whenever he’s got a mission I’m there to help him. I can see him in action. Can you imagine how lucky am I?

I write and sing and talk about him.

I do so many things for him.

“You are infatuated with him.”

How do you know? The answer is No.

And I’m married to him.

I admire him. He inspires me. Brown, dark eyes. Dull eyes. Staring at me. Or more like glaring. He hates me.

I try to give him my light. He doesn’t wanna come in. I tell him: “turn your light on”. He doesn’t wanna love me.

He yells. Not at me. He doesn’t raise his voice to me. He knows. I’d bash his head on the wall.

He yells. To himself. Because he assumes it’s his fault. But the light isn’t on.

Come in. Turn the light on. They crafted you for me. Why can’t you understand it? Do you accept it?

You will always be tied to me. I won’t ever abandon you. How could I? I can’t even imagine it.

Let’s talk about it again. Now try to turn the light off. Can you come in?

Did you know there’s a way to leave me?

Oh you are so divine. I do adore you. I hate you. Je te déteste.

I cherish your rare smiles. Le sourire.

Excuse my French. Fuck it, no don’t. I studied it and turned myself purely French for you. I can’t make a mistake.

Would you want to forget me?

You are a puzzle. You don’t drink alcohol. No beers, no whiskey neat and no vodka. You cherish Russian poetry. You’d recite it to me every night, I’d listen to you till you’d fall asleep. I’d remove the book from your hands and lay you in the bed, covering you with a soft plaid. Watch your sleeping face until my eyes close to sleep. And dream about you and I.

And I say that I’m not in love with you. Ha, even I laugh with my stupid bullshit.

Demons took my kindness for weakness. Think about it. Were you a demon? Or was I a succubus?

You were the incubus and I the succubus. Yes, we torment each other at night, at the same time and moment. And I love it.

I shall tell you the truth: You took my kindness for weakness, used me like a rag doll and I loved it.

I used you too. Treated you as if you were my true love. I had no right. No right to force you to cherish me. And still, you did it. You took my kindness for weakness and I didn’t complain. Because you are my man.

You caress my face. You touch my plumpy lips while murmuring words in russian. Perhaps you are insulting me, but it doesn’t matter to me. I get to feel your calloused fingers. That arouses me. It makes me sick, I want to smash your head on the wall.

You are on a mission. I’m your accomplice. You interrogate the bastards and I shoot them in the head. No hesitation. I read your eyes and understand that I have to move.

Your light is on at that moment and I don’t say a thing. I don’t want to ruin that moment.

Come over and stay with me in the garden. Read me some Russian poetry and I will prepare some Medovik for you. You are allergic to honey.

It’s simple, I love you.

You touch my curves. You adore them. You are addicted to them. And I take care of you every night, you touch me. Your touches are soft. Your hands are cool, I shiver. Oh please come in.

It kinda makes me laugh. We love each other. We hate each other. We deteste each other. We honor each other. We are addicted to each other. But what are we?

We are married.

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kse22chili

11 months ago

ITS MY BIRTHDAY YAYYYYYYYYY

Older!König x Innocent!reader Fluff

"Which one" Stepping out of your shared closet, you look down at your outfit (for story purposes I chose the outfit) short black skirt and a grey sweatshirt. Holding two pairs of high knee socks you hold them out in front of you.

"The white one, Engel." He smiles at you, making grabby hands from his spot at the end of your shared bed. Walking towards him you toss the two pairs of socks next to him before climbing into his lap. Smiling sweetly up at him before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm almost done," you smile at him once more before pressing another kiss on his cheek. He settles you in his lap so now your bum is on resting on his thighs and siting forwards. He grabs the pair of white socks before lifting your leg up and putting the long sock on. After putting both socks on he taps your thigh.

"Go get your shoes for me, Schatz" Sliding off his lap and onto the floor, you walk back to your shared clothes. Walking back to him with the shoes in hand, he takes them, setting them next to his thigh. Picking you up and settling you back on his lap once more. Lifting your foot up, he leans over putting your shoe on and tying it before doing the same for your other foot.

"Thank you," giving him a kiss on the lips before sliding off his lap. Standing in front of him, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him to you.

"Of course, Schatz" he kisses your lips before standing to his full height. Back to him towering over you his hand pats your head before running his fingers through your hair.

"Come," his hand grabs your much smaller one, dragging you out of your room and into your living room. Grabbing the keys off of the counter he leads you to the front door, opening it for you. As you past by him and outside just in front of the door he kiss the top of your head.

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kse22chili

1 year ago

Hello sugar! So I’ve had this idea floating around my head for a while. As someone who also has bouts of insomnia, I can’t help but fantasize about turning up to Henry’s place extremely tired with a fuzzy mind. Likewise, he’s also extremely tired and you both just rest. There’s this unspoken agreement that y’all can go to each other to finally sleep.

—🌜 (you asked for anons so…)

a/n: i think i’ve written this far too soft and ooc for hen but i’m feeling self-indulgent so take it or leave it people. it’s also very short. c’est la vie. thank you for my ask, moon! 🖤

Hello Sugar! So I’ve Had This Idea Floating Around My Head For A While. As Someone Who Also Has Bouts

henry glanced up at you. you probably should have called first to let him know you were coming. it was too late now. “it’s late, why are you here?” he asked bluntly, putting his pen down and leaning back in his chair to glance up at you. “because you know we can’t keep-“

“henry, please, i haven’t slept in two days.” you interrupted, absolutely in no mood to deal with henry being self-righteous. it was a wonder that you said please, but you were desperate for relief from the hold that sleep deprivation had on you.

henry nodded, thinking for a moment as if he was genuinely curious about why you were so tired. you think it may have been a look of concern, but that wasn’t something that henry commonly expressed. “are you ill?”

you shook your head.

henry seemed confused, looking at you as if to determine just what on earth was wrong with you. “then why have you not slept?”

“i don’t know, henry! i just haven’t!” you replied quickly, losing your patience slightly.

“don’t snap at me, y/n.” he shot back, not with malicious intent, but completely calmly, simply as a reminder. he nodded in the direction of his bedroom, telling you “go.”

you sighed, yielding to avoid an argument you simply couldn’t be bothered to entertain. you shrugged your coat off and discarded it on the kitchen counter, head too messy to think about hanging it up.

as you kicked off your shoes and became significantly shorter, you started off in the direction in which you were told, you felt a presence behind you. you didn’t acknowledge it- partly because you didn’t care, but mostly because you were so tired.

“henry, i really can’t sleep, i don’t know what-“

“y/n, you look like death. get in that bed and close your eyes, or else.”

henry knew, somehow, that as soon as you laid down in his bed that you would crash. it may be because of the blackout curtains, or the ridiculously expensive bedding, or the fact that he hadn’t slept in equally as long, if not longer, so he was going to climb into bed next to you and pass right out simply from having you there.

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kse22chili

8 months ago

Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

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kse22chili

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