#beta oc

[demons-art-hell]

This took my wayyy longer than it should've Anyway

Why dis 🏃 look so mad

[sneakyswag]

Babysitting Brook

In which Beta hangs out with Brook for a while.

@bruggle I hope you like it this fic stressed me out dearly but it’s not you it’s me relax it’s fine

I hope you guys like it. Sorry about the dialogue. I think it’s too much lol.

X sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks over at Brook, unamused and with a sly smile on her face.

“It was funny,” she says. X can’t help but groan.

“No. It really wasn’t”, X deadpans as he walks into Hunter HQ, Brook by his side. Brook just puts her arms behind her head. X shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“You hang out with Axl way too much. That’s what he would’ve said,” Brook grins. X looks at her and rolls his eyes once again, sass taking over even though he doesn’t mean it to. “Look”, X says as he stops for a moment. Brook mimics him and stops with him. The reploid exhales, “I can’t always be watching you, Brook. And with that stunt you pulled today, I don’t know if I can trust you by yourself,” the teen gapes at the other.

“Wha- but-!” She says, unable to say a full sentence due to her surprise. X nods and crosses his arms.

“I need to find someone to watch you when I can’t. Someone who’s nice, a good example,” X scans the base, eyes landing on a certain newcomer. “Beta. That’s who,” X says with a smile but is then interrupted by Brook.

“No way! I don’t need a babysitter!” The azure hero sighs. “It’s not a babysitter. Think of it as a friend. A friend who will keep you in check and is a good example,” X says as he walks towards the newbie, Brook following behind, pleading for him to change his mind.

The hero’s mind was already made up, though.

Brook follows X hesitantly and stares at the guy he’s looking at. She studies him and his behavior. ‘Beta’ apparently is a newcomer. He has light blue eyes, white hair and almond skin. He’s about 5 '4, and has black face marks. The dude has black, white and gray armor. His chest and forehead gems are blue, matching his eyes. Beta looks nervous as he hands a report to Alia. She nods and checks his work, saying it’s good and he lets out a sigh of relief. Alia smiles.

“Hey, Beta.” X greets with a half wave.

Beta looks up and waves back with a small, shy smile. “Hello, Commander-Hunter. Hello Ms. Longsdale,” Brook smiles uncomfortably at the title.

X notices this and says: “Please. Just X, like I’ve told you many times. Call her Brook, please.” Beta looks sheepish and flushes slightly in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I feel the need to be polite is all. I didn’t mean any harm,” X shakes his head and smiles. “Nothing to worry about, kid,” Brook mutters something under her breath earning a light smack on the head from X.

“I was wondering, if you’re alright with it, if you’d keep an eye on Brook for me?” Beta’s eyes widen, he contemplates it for a moment, it’s written all over his face. He nods. Much to X’s relief and Brook’s displeasure. “Of course. I’d be more than happy to.” he gives a small smile. Brook groans, alarming Beta ever so slightly.

“Are…you alright, uhm- Brook?” X glares at Brook and bites back a sigh. “She’s fine. She just needs a good influence, such as yourself, to be with her for a while,” Beta flushes. “Thank you for thinking of me that way, I-I’m flattered,” the flushed bot scratches the back of his neck.

“No problem. I trust you to keep her in line, yeah? I’ll see how it goes today and maybe you can hang out with her more often?” Beta nods. “You can count on me Command- oh sorry, X. Ah…I’ll have to get used to that…” X smiles and bids Brook and Beta goodbye.

The first few minutes were…awkward to say the least.

Beta isn’t much of a talker. Brook doesn’t really care. Who was this guy? And why did X trust him? A good example? Maybe because he was boring just like X. Beta was also…very nervous a lot of the time. He tries to play it off but it’s fairly obvious, at least to Brook.

“Hey…are you okay?” Brook asks, making the other look at her, eyes wide even if ever so slightly. “Yeah…yeah, sorry” the white-haired reploid exhales. Brook eyes him weirdly. Beta bites his lip. “Sorry. I’m not very good at social interaction,” the boy sighs. “I’m really nervous. I just…how could X trust me? Me!” Brook can’t help but chuckle.

“Maybe cuz you’re boring like him,” Beta scoffs playfully. “I-I can be plenty fun. I just like following rules,” Brook chuckles at his stutter. “Breaking the rules isn’t so bad, though,” Beta grimaces and shakes his head. “No. I am not getting us in trouble. Especially when X trusted me to watch you!” Brook scoffs.

“Booooring!” Beta frowns. “Seriously?” Brook laughs.

“Alright, alright”, Beta smiles “how about you tell me a bit about yourself?” Brook shrugs her shoulders. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. We don’t have to get into detail. I just wanted to know stuff like: what’s your favorite color, hobbies, favorite food?” Brook smiles.

“Those are like little kid questions,” Beta flushes. “H-hey!” Brook laughs. This dude was a mess.

“Well how about we go out for some E-Tanks?” Brook opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by Beta. “Right. You’re not a reploid,” Beta facepalms. Brook chuckles, “How about we do something fun?” The other can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her suggestion.

“Fun? Like what?” Brook gives a sly smile “Fireworks?” Beta shakes his head. “Nope. No way,” he pinches the bridge of his nose and looks back up, only to realize Brook was running away to the weapons room. He yelps as he follows her, almost tripping at first but getting the hang of it quickly.

“Brook! You can’t just-!” He’s cut off almost immediately. “Check these out”, she says as he holds two huge rifles.

Beta gasps, “Put those down! Your dad’ll kill me!” Brook puts them down, not because Beta told her to, but because she’s got eyes on something else. Beta has to practically snatch the bombs and detonators out of her hands before she actually figures out how to use them.

“Absolutely not! No way! Brook, please. Let’s just go outside or somethin’ we can do whatever you wanna do”, Beta pleads. Brook sighs, frustratedly, “Can we blow stuff up?” The nervous reploid can’t help but glare at the other, but then remembers who’s daughter she is and softens his glare.

“Please. Will you just listen? I want to be your friend here. I don’t wanna be boring but I also don’t want you to get hurt.” Beta eyes Brook oddly as she pouts like a small child, although she technically is a child, so is Beta, well er…mentally. “Please…just,” Beta groans, visibly stressed.

He lets out a shaky breath, “How about we go outside and we do something fun?” Brook thinks about it, “Like what?” Beta ponders on it for a moment and smiles, “What about paintball? Technically, it’s not violent. It’s safe and fun…?” Brook smiles.

“Now THAT is fun. Maybe I misjudged you. You can be pretty fun.” Beta can’t help but sigh in relief.

“I’m glad you don’t think I’m boring. Let’s get outta here before someone finds out you were in here.” Brook rolls her eyes and heads for the door. “Yeah, yeah,” Beta sighs and closes the door behind them. Brook texts X from her phone, asking if she can go even though she’s gonna go anyway. She smirks as she puts her phone away, not waiting for X’s response. Her question was more of a way of telling him that she’s gonna go out, whether he likes it or not.

Paintball is…filled with preteens. This concerns Beta and makes Brook smile evilly.

“I’m gonna wipe the floor with these kids,” Beta chuckles. “Just be sure not to go too far,” Brook nods as she gears up. “You and me, Beta” the other smiles confidently as he gears up as well. “You know it”.

It’s safe to say that after paintball, there were a bunch of kids vowing to never do paintball again. Brook is very skilled when she isn’t overtaken with the overwhelming urge of being violent. She wanted to wipe the floor with a few kids, yeah, but she was focused. Much to Beta’s surprise. He knew she was skilled but wow. He was blown away.

“That,” Brook exclaims as she takes her gear off “was awesome!” Beta can’t help but smile. “Sure was! The looks on their faces were priceless!” Beta says as he mimics the other, taking his gear off as well. Brook looks at him and laughs, leaving Beta confused.

“What? What’s wrong?” the reploid asks, concern and confusion evident in his voice. It takes a moment for Brook to calm down. “Your hair, man! It’s not so white anymore!” the other raises an eyebrow and looks at himself in the reflection of a window.

His eyes widened, “Oh…oh dear…”

Brook smiles and looks at her own hair, not paying too much attention to the paint she got on her arms and legs and even her chest.

“Good luck getting that out,” Beta then groans. He stares at his now neon pink, green and yellow hair. There was only a bit of white left. He exhales and smiles slightly.

“I can’t say I regret coming here, just that this is gonna be a pain. I’m gonna get teased so hard…” Beta says as he puts his hands over his face.

Brook listens as they walk out of the paintball arena and walk on the sidewalk, making their way to Hunter HQ.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad…” Brook says as she puts her arms behind her head, only to feel paint on it and retracting her hands immediately. She wipes her hands on her already painted clothes. “Easy for you to say. Your dad is famous and a very respected hunter,” Brook frowns, a conflicted expression on her face.

“He’s not my dad. But I guess that’s one reason people don’t hang out with me much. They’re interested, yeah, but none of them ever end up being friends with me.” Beta feels sympathy for her and sighs.

“Well, I…” he sighs and gathers his thoughts correctly, “there’s no need for you to feel that way. Because now…I’m your friend and you can talk to me about anything.” Brook stops for a moment, looking down at the floor.

Beta stops with her, worried, “You only say that because X forced you to hang out with me.”

Beta shakes his head rapidly.

“No way. I mean at first…I didn’t really want to turn him down since he’s my superior and could also kick my ass. But also, you’re cool. You may have your problems but still. I thought you were awesome. I just never got the confidence to talk to you for many reasons…” Brook looks at the other, eyes wide.

“You think…I’m cool?” the reploid nods. “Of course! Everyone in HQ knows about your story. Mostly because I’m sure X told Alia and Pallette forced it out of her,'' Brook can’t help but laugh. “Yeah…yeah. I guess so…” Beta frowns as he hears her uncertain tone.

“I know you’re not happy about being here. And a lot of times you try to play it off with frustration and anger, but know…you’re not alone in this, okay? Sorry if it’s weird I know we just met and all but, I’m here for you. As a friend. I’m here…” Brook smiles.

“Thanks, Beta. I didn’t know you were cool like that,” Beta smiles back.

“We should hurry back. Your…uh, X, is probably starting to worry a bit,” Brook rolls her eyes.

“I’m not worried,” Beta sighs.

“Well, I am! Let’s go!” Brook laughs as they walk a bit faster and make it back to Hunter HQ. They make their way to Central Command and sigh in relief. The two have a nice conversation while they wait for X. A few minutes later, X comes in with a smile, relieved to see the pair getting along. Though, his smile fades quickly once he sees the two covered in paint. Full head to toe, covered in it.

“Hey, uh wow…you guys are way more covered than I expected you to be,” X says as Beta grins sheepishly and Brook laughs. “Yup! So worth it, though,” Brook utters, proud of her paintball skills. X smiles, “I assume you two were okay with each other?” Beta nods. “Yup! We’re friends now!” Brook exclaims.

Wait…

Friends…? Brook considered him a friend? I mean sure, he said he was there for her as a friend but for her to actually consider him as one and say it proudly meant so much to him.

Beta’s eyes widened. He looks at X and then at Brook.

“You…think of me as a friend?” Brook nods and smiles cheekily.

“You have proven yourself as worthy,” she does a mock sort of empress voice, earning a laugh from Beta.

“I’m so glad,” Beta sighs, “I don’t have many friends. I hope we can become good friends, yeah?”

Brook nods and smiles “Yup!”

X chuckles at their antics, “I’m glad you two are getting along just fine.” Beta nods, “Yes. Brook is fun company despite her antics.” Brook furrows her eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Beta shrugs his shoulders, “N-nothin’, I guess.”

X sighs, “Well, alright. Brook, you need to go wash up. Beta, I suggest you do the same.” Brook groans but complies, waving goodbye to the pair. X exhales as he watches Brook leave, “Thanks for today”.

Beta shakes his head “It’s absolutely nothing. I meant what I said. Brook is a friend now,” he smiles. “I’m not gonna act like her babysitter. I’m gonna be the best damn friend I can be.” This earns a small laugh from X.

“Thank you, though. She’s been needing friends,” the azure hero says.

Beta nods, “It’s no problem. If it’s not Zero or Axl, I’ll keep an eye on her while you’re gone. Although, from the little time I’ve known her personally, I feel like she’d also keep an eye on me as well.” X smiles and prepares to leave.

“Hey Beta?” the older says questionably. Said reploid looks up, eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

“Nice hair” X says as he waves goodbye. Beta flushes at X’s comment and sighs, mentally preparing himself for the powerwash he’s about to get.

At least he made a new friend today. He can’t wait til’ tomorrow.

[churrothezanyrabbit]

yeah uh churro despises beta

[nomadrac]

Beta cardamon ( 2021 )

[demons-art-hell]

A few moar! Queers and goats and hands oh my!

And one unlicenced oc oop. 😳

Some doodles from a magma with @demons-art-hell

[kenchann]

my yuu doodles + enma yuuken

[sketchy-tour]

Beta playing pool beta playing pool beta playing pool beta-

ANYWAY! I brain rotted about this idea for a hot minute! Take these beta doodles. Putting them in your hands. Now I can properly beam Beta playing pool into your minds with a visual! Enjoy

[titania-sleeps]

Submissive Omega Yandere x Alpha Reader

hi guys it's tmr and i was able to cut down some of the words! i left out the full ver of his first heat and your first rut so that'll be a dif post

idk if i should go fully into omegaverse stuff and just give reader a dick regardless of gender (cause apparently female alphas have retractable dicks) so i'm avoiding that for now

edit: more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Rides You, First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse (heats, ruts, yknow), minors DNI pls

• Adonis and you have been fuck buddies for three years now. At first, it was out of necessity; you were both teenagers with raging hormones, and being an omega and alpha respectively meant that the two of you had a difficult time taking care of your needs on your own.

• Adonis was surprised when you proposed the idea to him in your third year of high school. The two of you were good friends by then, and you probably knew of his plight. However, his heart raced nonetheless and he wondered if you secretly had a crush on him. He wouldn't have minded if you did, since you were his type! Sadly, you made it clear to him that you weren't interested in him as a romantic partner, only as a sexual partner.

• Adonis didn't let that deter him, however. He couldn't deny that he felt a little disappointed, but he didn't think too much of it at that time. As long as he didn't fall in love with you, everything would be alright.

• Adonis fucked up. Two months into your friends w/ benefit situation with him, he'd already caught feelings. Whenever he was around you, his pulse would increase and his senses would go into overdrive. Even when the two of you weren't fucking like rabbits, his hole was dripping for you.

• Adonis cursed at himself every time he went on a date with you. (They were dates because he considered it so and he would take no other opinions.) It was especially terrible when you went shopping with him. He couldn't help himself but think about you fucking him senseless in the changing rooms. Just the thought of it alone had him squeezing his thighs, his breaths heavy.

• Adonis tried to hide it from you, but you easily noticed his rose scent growing stronger. You would pull him to the side and ask him gently if he was in heat. The worst part was that he wasn't. He was simply always like this around you.

• Adonis loved that you never asked any further questions. You would quickly take him home and tell him to strip. And strip he gladly did. He didn't have the time to prepare himself for you, but you didn't need it. In a matter of seconds, your tongue was in his hole, thrusting in and out. Your hand rubbed his rock-hard member, sliding easily with his slick. During those nights, he would cum quickly and sleep deeply, arms wrapped around your waist tightly. He would not let you leave him.

• Adonis didn't understand how you were so nonchalant. He felt silly being the only one so affected by the intimacy the two of you were supposedly sharing. He assumed that you would've bitten him already, but you were so resilient.

• Adonis tried to ignore it, and he did a really good job at doing so! Well, for about a week. He just didn't get it; he was perfect for you and you were perfect for him. Your scent intoxicated him, and he was sure that his scent affected you the same way. So why didn't you want him more?

• Adonis spent the next year grappling with his situation. It only got worse over time; just a small whiff of your scent drove his instincts insane. He needed to be bred by you, for you to mark him. He needed you to claim him, to destroy his being and rebuild him from scratch.

• Adonis had his first official heat in the middle of the day at school that same year. It came out of nowhere, and the arousal he felt was far greater than anything he'd ever experienced in the past.

• Adonis didn't bother hiding it. You were talking to your friends, but he interrupted and dragged you away by the arm, his face flushed. You were concerned, as you always were, but his eyes were clouded in need. He pushed you into the janitor's closet, locking the door behind you.

• Adonis stuck onto you in the closet, trembling. Sweat trickled down his neck, glistening against his skin. His scent was stronger than it had ever been; no longer just roses but now with a hint of lemon.

• Adonis whined, grinding against your leg. His pants were already soaking wet, the sticky liquid coating your leg. You sighed; you knew were going to miss class for the rest of the day.

• Adonis clung to you for the rest of the school year, nearly attached to your hip. You had lunch with him every day, you walked him home every day, and even your weekends were spent with him. He was so happy that you were giving him so much attention!

• Adonis suffered greatly during your last year of high school. He was so close to confessing to you, but he didn't want to lose what he already had with you. But you were glowing, your demeanor so confident and charismatic. He could see the other omegas turning their heads whenever they walked past the two of you.

• Adonis knew that if he didn't act quick, another omega would try and seduce you. He couldn't stand the thought of that, especially since he laid his eyes on you first. He would be your first and only mate. No one else.

• Adonis's heart dropped when he witnessed a small female omega confess to you under a cherry blossom tree the day of your graduation. He was planning to do that. That was supposed to be you and him.

• Adonis didn't bother trying to think when he intercepted her confession. He grabbed your arm, pressing his chest against it.

"Who is this, darling?" he had asked. The shock and hurt on her face were worth every ounce of courage it took for him to do that. She ran away, sobbing, and he was left with you and a sense of pride. No one was going to come between you and him.

• Adonis was scolded by you afterward, but he didn't care. You were his alpha, his fated mate. You didn't need any other omegas. That night, you treated him roughly, your body pressed heavily against his and your teeth baring at him.

• Adonis grinned. You were going to bite him! Surely, this was where you would finally, finally bite him. Hurry, show him what bad boys get. Show him that naughty boys get bitten, claimed against their will, and used like toys.

• Adonis was disappointed when you left the morning after, no bite marks on his body. He was being so good for you, so why didn't you claim him? Did you have someone else? Did he have to resort to murder just so you'd look solely at him?

• Adonis swore to himself that this year would be the year you bite him. This year would be your final year as fuck buddies. Next year, you two will already be mates. And if there's one thing you need to know about Adonis, it is that he mates for life.

something in me wanted to name him adonis casanova bc that would've been really funny but he's just adonis. for now.

next adonis fic is gonna be his first heat (in detail) and then maybe your first rut (also in detail),,,

-> masterlist

[vincenzonova]

Canon Mudkip is still my favorite starter, but Beta Mudkip is still so cute, and I needed to attempt making its evolutionary line

[princessdulcicensored]

You know you're not getting my ass, beta boy. So screen grab and then post what you're getting for valentines day. Remember to tag me so I can see what you're getting.

[demons-art-hell]

Here they come again! Scribbles for the cringefail trio! Getting a variety of clothes and expressions And affection!

Oh boy I love gay people

[sneakyswag]

Little excerpt from the fic. Im tireeed ill probably write more tomorrow. Here’s a little so far.

@bruggle 🥺

X sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He looks over at Brook, unamused as she has a sly smile on her face. “It was funny,” she says. X can’t help but groan. “No. It really wasn’t”, X deadpans as he walks into Hunter HQ, Brook by his side. Brook just puts her arms behind her head. “Aw, come on. It was really funny” X shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “You hang out with Axl way too much. That’s what he would’ve said” Brook grins. X looks at her and rolls his eyes once again, sass taking over even though he doesn’t mean it to.

“Look”, X says as he stops for a moment. Brook mimics him and stops with him. The reploid exhales, “I can’t always be watching you, Brook. And with that stunt you pulled today, I don’t know if I can trust you by yourself” the teen gapes at the other. “Wha- but-!” She says, unable to say a full sentence due to her surprise. X nods and crosses his arms. “I need to find someone to watch you when I can’t. Someone who’s nice, a good example” X scans the base, eyes landing on a certain newcomer. “Beta. That’s who” X says with a smile but is then interrupted by Brook.

[sketchyciuss]

Silly sketches

(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[sunnydbeam]

The three hugs together

so you can choose your favorite and the one that comforts you the most, or have them all!

[musubiki]

.🖤🔄🤍.

[scapinoz]

MY MAD DOG (ALL MINE).

yandere male oc x male reader

mob boss x guard dog reader

— chapter one.

to start things off, it’s been like three months since I posted the prologue and I have no way to defend my actions. I simply forgot. like the story kept running through my head all day and night, and I did write; the later parts of the story, lol. i really didn’t want to write the starting parts. i was just lazy, nothing else.

warnings: illarion, illarion’s dad, Y/N, mentions of blackmail and violence. nothing much, really. tame compared to what I’ve planned.

previous chapter - prologue

series master list - my mad dog (all mine)

Y/N arrived like a storm—unwelcome, unasked for, and impossible to ignore.

He did not come with a wagging tail or soft eyes full of devotion. He was not the obedient, noble creature Ilarion had longed for, the one he had begged his father to give him. No, Y/N was something else entirely. A stray, all sharp edges and untamed wildness, the kind of animal that bit the hand that tried to feed it.

But he was Ilarion’s now. That much was clear.

At first, they danced around each other like two creatures who did not yet know if they were predator or prey. Ilarion, raised in silk and shadow, did not know what to do with this boy who walked into their mansion with his hands in his pockets and a scowl carved deep into his face. Y/N was nothing like the children Ilarion had grown up with—those glass-fragile boys in ironed uniforms who spoke softly and moved like ghosts, always careful, always cautious, as if the wrong step might shatter them into pieces.

Y/N was fire where they were mist, solid where they were air.

And at school, he was a disaster (his father had enrolled Y/N into his school soon after their next meeting).

He never sat up straight in class. He never raised his hand or took notes. The teachers despised him for his indifference, for the way he lounged in his seat like he had better places to be. The students feared him, though they never said it aloud. He did not belong in their world of wealth and whispered politics, where power was measured in quiet cruelty and the sharp cut of words. No, Y/N fought with his fists, with blood on his knuckles and a scowl on his lips.

And yet, he never strayed far from Ilarion.

At first, Ilarion did not question it. He did not acknowledge the way Y/N’s presence had become something of a constant, like the low hum of an approaching storm. He did not ask why Y/N always seemed to be near, lingering just close enough to catch the words others whispered behind Ilarion’s back—the jealousy, the envy, the resentment.

He did not ask why those whispers always stopped so suddenly, why the boys who spoke too loudly found themselves with bruised jaws and swollen lips.

He did not ask, because he already knew.

And he never told Y/N to stop.

By the time they were thirteen, an unspoken understanding had settled between them: Ilarion was the golden boy, the untouchable heir to a legacy written in blood and empire, while Y/N was his shadow, the mad dog at his heels.

It was inevitable, then, that when Ilarion spoke, Y/N listened.

And when Ilarion needed something done, Y/N was the one who did it.

Time did not soften Y/N. If anything, it sharpened him.

By sixteen, he had become something fierce, something untamed. He was taller now, broader, his face no longer round with childhood but carved with something sharper, something crueler. The fire in his eyes had not dulled, but it had learned patience. His rage no longer burned bright and reckless—it simmered, waiting, coiled beneath his skin like a beast ready to strike.

He was still the same boy, the same stray Ilarion had been given all those years ago. But now, he was something else too. Something dangerous.

And Ilarion—perfect, golden, untouchable Ilarion—had grown into the role his father had carved for him. He was flawless, the kind of boy people whispered about in admiration and envy alike. He had the world at his feet, the teachers singing his praises, the students bending beneath his presence. He was the sun around which their little kingdom revolved, and he played the part beautifully.

But the sun has shadows, and Ilarion’s shadow had a name.

Y/N.

The school called him a delinquent, a lost cause. He skipped classes, smoked behind the gym, walked into rooms like he owned them and stared down teachers like they were beneath him. He broke rules like they were made for him, and he did not care.

Or rather, he only cared when Ilarion did.

“I swear to God, Y/N,” Ilarion muttered one afternoon, arms crossed as he leaned against the old brick wall behind the school, where they always met when no one else was watching. “Could you at least pretend to be a functioning member of society?”

Y/N, perched on the ledge with a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips, barely spared him a glance. “And why the fuck would I do that?”

Ilarion scoffed, his irritation as sharp as the autumn wind. “Because you look like a damn criminal.”

“I am a damn criminal,” Y/N shot back. “Your criminal.”

Ilarion exhaled, long and slow, tilting his head back to look at the sky. He hated that Y/N was right. Hated that, despite his exasperation, despite the lectures and the sighs and the sharp-edged glares, he still found himself here. Still found himself asking.

Because there were always people who needed to be put in their place.

Boys who thought power came from their fathers’ wallets. Men who thought they could speak without consequence. People who thought that just because Ilarion wore his power with silk and smiles, he would not use it.

Ilarion never laid a hand on them himself. He didn’t have to.

Not when he had Y/N.

And Y/N—his mad dog, his stray, his shadow—never needed to be told twice.

“You’re impossible,” Ilarion muttered, shaking his head.

Y/N exhaled smoke into the air, grinning. “And yet, you keep me around.”

And Ilarion, despite himself, did not argue.

The afternoon sun filtered through the academy’s courtyard, golden and soft, casting long shadows against the pristine marble floors. It was a quiet hour—one where only the desperate or the foolish found themselves loitering with trembling hands and fragile hopes.

Ilarion had not been searching for anything. He had been making his way toward the student council room, mind preoccupied with the endless obligations of a golden boy, when he saw it.

A girl.

Standing before his dog.

She was pretty, delicate in the way all high-society daughters were raised to be, with neatly pressed ribbons in her hair and the scent of expensive roses lingering in her wake. The picture of polished elegance. And yet, there was something almost pitiful about the way she stood there—wringing her hands, voice unsteady as she whispered the words.

“I like you, Y/N. Please go out with me.”

Ilarion stopped.

Y/N stood before her, detached and distant, the very image of disinterest. His uniform was, as always, a mess—tie loose, shirt half-untucked, a cigarette tucked behind his ear like an afterthought. He had not bothered to meet her eyes, his gaze instead fixed somewhere past her, as if she were nothing more than background noise, a dull murmur in a world he had long since stopped caring for.

Ilarion knew that look.

Knew it because Y/N never looked at him that way.

The girl swallowed, gathering what little courage she had left. “Y/N?”

Silence stretched.

And then—finally—Y/N tilted his head, as if acknowledging her presence for the first time.

“You like me?” he echoed, voice flat.

The girl nodded quickly, a spark of hope igniting in her gaze.

Y/N exhaled sharply through his nose, something close to amusement but far colder. “What is it that you like, exactly?”

The girl hesitated. “I—I think you’re… cool.”

A pause.

Then, slow, deliberate, Y/N smirked.

It was not a kind expression.

“You ever wonder why I don’t have a girlfriend?” he asked, voice dripping with something unreadable.

The girl stiffened. “…No?”

Y/N yawned, stretching lazily. “It’s because I get bored easily.”

The spark of hope in her eyes flickered.

Ilarion, still watching from the shadows, clenched his jaw.

“I might still say yes, though,” Y/N added, tone mocking. “Could be entertaining for a little while.”

Ilarion turned on his heel and walked away before he could hear the rest.

He found her in the library.

She was seated by the window, absentmindedly flipping through a book she clearly wasn’t reading. Her expression was distant, her mind likely still lingering on the conversation from earlier.

Ilarion did not bother with pleasantries.

“You will stay away from him.”

The girl startled, looking up at him with wide, doe-like eyes. “What?”

Ilarion stepped closer, looming over her. His expression remained polite, refined—unshakable—but there was an undeniable edge beneath it.

“Y/N,” he said, as if explaining something very simple to a very slow child. “You will stay away from him.”

She blinked, confusion flashing across her face before something like realization took root.

“I—I’m not trying to—”

“You don’t understand,” Ilarion cut in smoothly, tone unwavering. “He is not what you think he is.”

Her lips parted, a protest half-formed, but Ilarion did not let her speak.

“You think you want him,” he continued, voice calm, “but you don’t. He isn’t kind. He isn’t gentle. He will not love you, nor will he pretend to. He is cold, detached, and endlessly cruel when he grows tired of things.”

The girl paled.

“He would ruin you,” Ilarion said, smiling faintly. “And he wouldn’t even care.”

A beat of silence.

Then—quiet, barely above a whisper—she asked, “Then why do you want him?”

Ilarion stilled.

The question was simple. Innocuous, even. And yet, it lodged itself into his throat like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.

Because Y/N was his.

Because Y/N listened to him.

Because Y/N—who cared for nothing, who met the world with disinterest and apathy—only ever looked at him.

Ilarion exhaled slowly.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Leave him alone.”

The girl said nothing.

She did not need to.

By the next morning, the girl was gone.

Oh, she was still at school, still walking the halls with her pristine uniform and perfectly tied ribbon. But she no longer looked Y/N’s way.

No more stolen glances. No more waiting outside his classroom. No more confessions in the courtyard.

Y/N noticed. Of course he did.

He caught Ilarion’s eye across the cafeteria, something unreadable flickering across his face.

Then, ever so slowly, he smirked.

And Ilarion—golden, untouchable, innocent Ilarion—simply picked up his fork and took another bite of his meal.

Y/N was smoking behind the school when Ilarion found him.

The sky was overcast, the air thick with the scent of rain and tobacco. Y/N was seated on the ledge, one leg hanging lazily over the side, the other bent at the knee. His blazer was discarded beside him, and his cigarette burned low between his fingers.

Ilarion did not say anything as he approached.

Y/N exhaled a slow curl of smoke before flicking the cigarette away. “That was fast.”

Ilarion’s brows furrowed. “What?”

Y/N turned his head slightly, gaze sharp, unreadable. “The girl.”

Ilarion froze.

“She’s scared of me now,” Y/N mused, tilting his head. “She wasn’t, before.”

Ilarion’s jaw tensed.

“Did you do something?” Y/N asked, voice void of curiosity.

Ilarion scoffed. “I should be asking you that.”

Y/N smirked. “I didn’t do anything.”

A pause.

Then—slowly, deliberately—Y/N turned to fully face him, expression unreadable.

“But you did.”

Ilarion said nothing.

Y/N exhaled sharply through his nose, something almost resembling amusement flickering across his face. “You’re ridiculous.”

Ilarion scowled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t,” Y/N muttered, standing. He stepped closer, movements slow and deliberate, the scent of smoke and something faintly metallic clinging to his skin.

Ilarion held his ground.

Y/N’s gaze flickered over him, detached but keen, like he was seeing something Ilarion had yet to recognize.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

Ilarion exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

That evening, Ilarion sat in his father’s study, the scent of aged whiskey and old books lingering in the air.

Across from him, Rylan stood beside Y/N, his expression a mixture of irritation and exhaustion.

“I hear you’ve been getting into fights,” Ilarion’s father murmured, swirling his glass.

Y/N did not react. He merely sat there, blank-eyed and silent, detached from the world in a way that made it impossible to tell if he even heard the words.

Y/N’s mouth curled in an unflattering way. “You say that like it’s a problem.”

Rylan sighed, rubbing his temples. “He doesn’t listen.”

“I never do,” Y/N agreed.

His father exhaled, long-suffering. “And you,” he said, glancing at Ilarion. “You’re supposed to keep him in line.”

Ilarion met his gaze, expression impassive. “I don’t control him.”

“No,” his father mused. “But he listens to you.”

Y/N finally moved, tilting his head slightly, gaze flickering toward Ilarion.

The room was silent.

Then—quiet, unbothered—Y/N said, “Only when I feel like it.”

Ilarion’s father sighed.

Rylan pinched the bridge of his nose.

And Ilarion—who had spent his entire life untouched by want—realized, with a slow, sinking certainty, that he was no longer as immune to desire as he once thought.

unedited. unrevised. y’all get it raw and fresh. just finished writing. posted it as soon as I was done, really. took more time to add the pics and align everything and paragraph everything really. anyways, here’s chapter one.

i feel like the next chapter will actually start picking up the pace. i just wanted to set the scene a bit and like just cause. anywhore, stan illarion for better skin (even if he’s a lil shit).

also recommend some names for illarion’s dad 🧍🏽‍♀️