A selfish wɑγ of love (leɑndeɾ x ɾeɑdeɾ)

Finally writing abt him, yayyy

Nah, im lying he is my least favorite character

Warnings: sugerent scenes, emotional manipulation, Subtle possessiveness, charm manipulation

Words count: 9k

Summery: things are going well for you on eridia, but growing fond of leander wasn't truly on your plans, and worst when you get to hear rumors about him.

You managed to keep things going well for a while. You made enough connections in eridia, and leander has kept you safe. One time, you joked about joining the Bloodhounds, and he laughed with you, but after investigating a bit, you started hearing rumors about him—about how he could be quite cold and ruthless when it came to work. But it was just a rumor, right?

You didn’t want to stay with the doubt, so you decided to ask him when you had the chance. It was nightime, the tavern was lively, some drunks danced on the tables and laughter filled the air. You went downstairs and found him in his usual spot—one of the last seats at the bar. Instead of greeting him, you slid your hand along his arm. He was startled, but upon seeing you, his expression relaxed, and he smiled with that natural warmth of his.

"Oh! You startled me there. Come, sit next to me."

His voice was gentle, and you swore you were trying to get used to the blush creeping to your cheeks. The way he took your hands so tenderly made the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly, hitting your ribcage threatening to get out.

You might have a bit of a crush on him... Just a bit.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, heh..."

You laughed nervously as you sat next to him. His fingers traced patterns on your palm, and you let him touch.

"Do you want something special to drink? I've been practicing my bartender skills, and I guarantee the last one wasn’t poisoned!"

You laughed. You knew it wasn’t, but the guy who drank it had at least four days of diarrhea.

"No thanks, I prefer something soft today."

He looked at you, curious about what you had in mind.

"Mm, may I suggest something? I think—"

You interrupted him, placing a finger on his lips. You noticed how he blinked, gulped, and blushed. He looked at something else for a moment—probably the bartender—and that weird silent glance they shared. You still didn’t understand it. Then, he carefully adjusted your hands, intertwining them with his and locking his eyes on you. He was giving you time to speak.

Your cheeks grew hot. How did he manage to make you flustered even when you were about to question him?

"...Ah... Well, Leander, I have... heard rumors about you..."

You hesitated before speaking again. You didn’t want to doubt him. He had only been gentle with you since you arrived in Eridia, and now you were judging him based on a few rumors? Your gaze moved away, unable to continue.

Then he spoke.

"Rumors, you say? What have they said? Don’t be embarrassed, we trust each other by now, don’t we? Tell me."

Your hands squeezed his briefly. You looked into his eyes again. You couldn’t deny it to him. He was right—you both trusted each other. But you still felt embarrassed over some stupid rumors.

"I heard you have a cold, detached side when it comes to work... and I was just wondering if you..."

"If I knew about it? I—I'm not saying I believe them, I just wanted to know if you knew."

His gaze was serious for a moment, but then he smiled again, moving a hand to your shoulder.

"That sounds a bit... exaggerated. Who did you hear that from? Sometimes people misunderstand professionalism."

He laughed, returning his hands to himself.

"Yeah, you’re right about that."

"But anyway, let’s leave that behind and just talk. Have a nice night, shall we?"

You smiled back and nodded. You were fine with a little talk, but... you ached for something else. Gripping his jacket as he slid his arm around your shoulder, you slowly leaned into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. For a moment, you forgot the yelling, the drunks, the music, the clinking of glasses—it was just you and him. Would it be so selfish to want to stay like this? With him?

His voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"You seem comfortable there... Heh, you know I can be your personal pillow anytime."

Your cheeks grew hot again. You pulled away for a brief moment, but he shook his head, kissing your forehead as you clung to him. His hands rested on your waist as he whispered into your ear.

"I think we could take a break from people tonight. Do you mind if we go to your room?"

You looked up at him, his expression more relaxed than usual. You nodded—you could use some time alone with him. You both stood and walked upstairs. His hand brushed against yours briefly until you reached the door. You pulled out the key, feeling the weight of his gaze lingering on your back. As soon as you opened the door, he stepped inside.

Once inside, he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to join him.

"So, anything else you want to discuss or... do?"

You moved closer to him, showing your bandaged hands. He understood the message, beginning to unwrap them. The silence made your heartbeat quicken.

Determined not to make it awkward, you spoke.

"I visited Kuras’s clinic a few days ago, yet he wasn’t there. The door was open, and there were scratches and bite marks on the furniture. Do you know if he’s okay?"

Leander’s gaze flickered to you for a moment. He seemed a bit surprised but brushed it off.

"I haven’t seen him today, but knowing him, he probably has an explanation. We can go see him tomorrow morning—or afternoon if you have time. I’m pretty sure he’s fine. Maybe it was just a... wild patient."

"I hope it’s only that..."

"Kuras might just be a doctor, but he’s not weak, I know that. Don’t worry about it, okay? We’re together now. Let’s forget it for a while."

He finished unwrapping your hands, his voice gentle and longing as he took off his gloves.

"You’re a bit tense tonight. Why is that? This isn’t the first time we do this. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just let me take care of you, alright?"

You squeezed his hand slightly, tracing the pattern of his scar.

"...Wait... Let me take this off."

He was really going to..? Your eyes moved to his arms as he removed his jacket, allowing you to touch more of his skin. Before you knew it, your hands were trailing down his biceps, giving a soft massage, then moving to his neck, his nose, his lips. You were quite bold tonight, and the blush on his cheeks made it noticeable.

"Can I touch your chest?"

His eyes widened before he let out a chuckle. He nodded, guiding your hand himself. You swore your soul left your body when he did.

He poked your cheek, encouraging you to continue.

"You know I will always be here for you, don’t you?"

"How could I forget..."

Your hand slid over his chest. His breath hitched, his skin shivering under your touch. You hesitated for a moment before whispering his name.

"Leander... Can I?"

He nodded, squeezing your hand, his eyes dark with longing.

"... You’re pretty bold, aren’t you?"

His sweater came off in a blink, revealing his toned body. You took a moment to appreciate him—his defined muscles, his broad torso, the way his expression softened under your touch.

"Sweetheart."

He took your hand, pressing it against his chest, savoring the way your fingers danced over his skin.

"Fuck..."

A soft whimper escaped his lips, sending a thrill through you.

"Leander, there’s something I want to tell you."

"Oh? What perfect timing—I was about to confess something too. But you go first."

He smiles once again, and you instinctively pull yourself closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your hands trace slow, deliberate circles over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. The sensation sparks something deep inside you—something you can't quite name. It’s almost surreal, like drifting in a dream you might wake up from at any moment. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you finally speak.

"I'm not great at confessions, but I'll be direct. Leander… I've been feeling things I can't explain when I'm with you. Sensations only you can make me feel..."

He listens patiently, his expression unreadable, but after a moment, he lets out a fleeting question.

"Only me?"

As you lean against his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of his lips curling into a smirk—not of happiness, but of satisfaction.

"Only you. Only you make my heart race like this. You've done so much for me, and I don't think I could ever be grateful enough. I love you—I can't help it."

The moment the words leave your lips, he turns swiftly, pulling you onto his lap in one fluid motion. His hands find your face, his lips pressing soft, fleeting kisses to your cheeks, your nose, your mouth, your neck—each one making your pulse quicken.

"I think I’ve made it pretty obvious, but I get a little clumsy around you sometimes… It’s just—"

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers in a husky voice,

"You might think I’m selfish, but I can’t help but want you all to myself, to be yours, to have you every morning next to me…" he takes a long breath, taking into your scent.

Selfish? He doesn't knows what he is doing to you with those words.

You bite your lower lip, your arms tightening around him, feeling your skin against his. He’s heavier than you expected, solid and warm, his breath fanning over your skin. The way he kisses your neck—slow, intentional, reverent—sends a shiver down your spine. He moves lower, tracing a path from your shoulder to your collarbone, you forget about everything else, while he gives you the love no one has in years.

Your fingers slip into his hair, tugging lightly, just enough to make him look at you again.

Sometimes you doubt how he knows exactly what you want..

"Lea..."

He licks his lips, his green eyes locking onto yours, dark with something you can’t quite define.

"Just let me take care of everything, alright?"

The way he looks at you—like you're something precious, something his—makes you wonder what it would feel like to truly belong to him.

"...Sure. Go ahead."

A satisfied smile touches his lips before he whispers sweet words into your ear, his hands wandering back to where they left off.

Is going to be a long night.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 (𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

I hope this one is not that bad, cuz i had no inspiration for this

Warnings: slightly suggestive, bites

Words coutn: 7572

Summery: you and vere crossed paths more times you can tell, and you eventually became a bit "close" But you have some doubt a about him playing with you or actually feeling something else, its always dfficult to know it when it comes to him.

How the hell do you stand living in the Wet Wick?

The place reeks of cheap alcohol, desperation, and bad decisions. Every night, it's the same—drunks stumbling through the streets, deals going down in shadowed alleys, the occasional scream that no one bothers to investigate. You’d think people would have enough self-respect to crawl out of this place eventually, but no.

And yet, you’re still here.

For reasons you don’t fully understand, you and Vere have become close. Close enough for him to linger around you, teasing, testing, pushing boundaries. Close enough to notice things others don’t—the way his ears twitch when he lies, the way his tail wags when he is pleased, betraying the emotions he refuses to put into words.

Right now, you’re both on a balcony, one that doesn’t belong to either of you. You’ve been staying in this house, and Vere has made cryptic comments about why you haven't left the Wet Wick yet. You’ve also been wondering what he did with the actual owner of this place.

"Who owns this place?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"A dear friend of mine who was kind enough to lend it to me. Much better than the hellhole you call home."

"Vere… everyone knows you don’t have friends. And the Wet Wick isn’t that bad."

He scoffs, leaning lazily against the railing, tail flicking behind him. "Oh, please. It’s not that bad until you see some drunk bastard getting eight tongues shoved into their mouth at once."

You stare at him, raising a brow. Silence lingers between you, heavy with judgment.

You’re not going to ask how he knows that. You don’t want to know.

He smirks. "Don’t give me that look. If I don’t have friends, then what are we?"

That catches you off guard. The words hang in the air, and before you can even think of a response, he laughs.

"What are we? Are you seriously asking that?"

"Friends? You and I?" You scoff. "You can’t be serious."

His grin doesn’t falter, but his tail twitches—just a little. He steps closer, close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin. His fingers lift, pinching your nose playfully, as if mocking your hesitation."I thought it was obvious, dear."

His voice drops, smooth as silk, and then you feel it—a sharp, searing bite against your collarbone. His teeth sink in, deep, the pain immediate and jarring. You wince, a hiss slipping through your teeth as warm blood trickles down your skin, staining your clothes.

Your hands go to push him away, but his grip is firm, his body pressed close. When you finally manage to look up, his eyes are gleaming in the dark, half-lidded with something you don’t want to name.

He licks the blood from his lips, sighing like he just tasted something divine.

"Am I a chew toy or something?! Get off!"

You shove at him again, this time harder, but he doesn’t budge. His tail is wagging—furiously—but he keeps his hand on your chin, as if trying to distract you from noticing it.

"And so what if you are?" His voice is low, teasing. "I could savor you slowly… and then, I’ll eat you whole."

Your breath stutters, body tense as the pain pulses through your skin. The blood won’t stop. You can feel yourself getting lightheaded, and right before everything fades to black, you manage to rasp out—

"You... damn asshole..."

Darkness takes you.

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You smell the faint scent of carnations.

Your body feels heavy, the lingering ache of the bite throbbing at your collarbone. When you try to move, you realize you’re back in the room, laid out on the bed. And next to you—far too close for comfort—is Vere.

He’s watching you, gloveless, fingers tracing the line of your jaw, your throat, your shoulders, touching you with so much tenderness you believe this is not him. Soft, lingering touches, as if memorizing you. His lips brush over the wound, pressing feather-light kisses against the raw skin. Taking a look of past bites covered by your clothes.

He hates when you cover his marks. But he’d never admit it.

His hands move lower, mapping every inch of you—your chest, your arms, your stomach. There’s something almost reverent about the way he touches you, a contrast to his usual arrogance.

You are perfect for him. His Muse.

But he’ll never say it out loud. He can’t.

For a moment, he pulls away, and when he returns, he’s carrying a small metal case filled with bandages and alcohol. He sets it down, dragging a chair beside the bed, and leans in with that signature smirk of his.

"Look who’s finally awake… were you dreaming about me, by any chance?"

You glare at him. "It was a nightmare."

That earns a soft snort.

"What a shame." He dips a cloth into warm water, pressing it against the wound. The sting makes you grunt, biting down on your lip to keep from reacting too much. You consider suggesting going to Kuras, but you bite your tongue instead.

Or else Vere would...

The bastard lets out a low, amused purr.

"Are you fucking serious?" you snap."Pfft—" He barely holds back a laugh. "You’re suffering so much over a single bite? We’re just getting started, dear. You can’t die on me yet."

"A bite?! You ripped a piece of my skin, you brat!"

"Did I?" His eyes widen with mock innocence. "When? I’ve only been gentle with you… How could you say something so cruel to a good friend? I’m hurt."

He fakes a sniffle, clearly enjoying himself.

You groan, turning your back to him, too tired to entertain his act any longer.

Big mistake.

The weight shifts beside you, and then—warm breath against your ear. A teasing whisper, followed by sharp teeth grazing your earlobe. Your entire body tenses, heat rushing to your face.

His hands slide down your back, fingers teasing at the zipper of your shirt. You shiver when his palms press against your skin, and before you can stop him, his fangs sink in again—

this time at your shoulder.

Your fingers grip the sheets, jaw clenched, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Oh?" Vere muses, voice dripping with amusement. "Did I hear something? Are you still mad, dear?"

You can feel his smirk against your skin. He always does this—pushes you to the edge, makes you want to beg for it, only to pull away at the last second.

But this time, you refuse to play along.

He chuckles at your silence, shifting beside you, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. His fingers trace lazy patterns along your stomach, teasing, waiting.

Then, suddenly, his ears twitch. He knows you’re up to something.

You move before he can react—grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down, straddling him with your hands planted firmly on either side of his head. For a moment, he looks surprised. But then—

"Ah? So you’re getting bold, hmm?" His lips curl, carmine eyes glinting. "Do I have to play along and be a good boy for you?"

He chuckles, ears twitching as he tilts his head, watching you with interest. His tail flicks against your thigh, playful, teasing. You catch it, running your fingers through the soft fur.

"You’re into something, aren’t you?" He smirks, but there’s a flicker of something else in his gaze.

You keep stroking his tail, reveling in the way his composure falters, just slightly. But, of course, he doesn’t let you win for long. He moves it away with a sharp flick, regaining control.

"What’s wrong? Got too excited, little fox?" you taunt.

His eyes narrow—but his smirk lingers.

"Next time, don’t be so clever." He turns onto his stomach, glancing over his shoulder with an expectant grin. "Now, if you’re so fond of touching… give me a good back massage, will you? My muscles have been so tense lately."

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide a little smirk. as he changes the subject.

You don't need to see through him to know how he truly feels.

Neither you or him desire people around but... You can enjoy each other, by now.

Ts doodles

I used different brushes for this btw and srry for the lack of anatomy