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AHHHH! I LUV THIS! THANK U SO MUCH!!

2. Kissing their rosy cheeks when it's cold out.

Definitely reminds me of Host and Night in DemonHunter au! 😍

2. Kissing their rosy cheeks when it's cold out. ----------

Host let out a breath through chattering teeth, the snow slowly piling on his shoulders as he walked, his cane leaving lines in the snow on the sidewalk. He had stubbornly stayed at headquarters much longer than he should have. Despite several warnings of the upcoming snow from the others, he decided to finish his task and was now dealing with the consequence of his choice. 

“What are you doing?” A sudden voice made Host instinctively react and swing his cane toward the source. The cane got caught, and the strength behind the hold and how it got placed right back down told Host who was with him. “What are you doing?” Night asked again. 

“I am walking home.” 

“Alone? In the middle of the night? While it’s freezing and snowing?” 

“You sound like I am incapable of handling a simple straight-forward walk.” Host scoffed and started walking once more. 

“I know you can handle a walk just fine. You’ve had your fair share of killing Demons as well. But-” Night’s voice dropped, and he hugged Host from behind. “-there seems to be a very powerful Demon on the loose tonight that’s very hungry~” 

“Really?” Host let out an annoyed sigh but did lean himself back against Night. “Is this how you chose to flirt tonight?” 

“What? Am I being too forward?” Night chuckled, nuzzling his face against the crook of Host’s neck, his much warmer body feeling good against his cold skin. “You always seem to appreciate when I’m fairly blunt.” 

“Couldn’t wait until I got out of freezing snow?” Host’s tone was teasing. 

“What can I say? You’re very irresistible.” Night chuckled. 

“Is that how I managed to get the creator of Demons wrapped around my finger?” Host hummed.

“I wouldn’t put it like that.” 

“I would. If I told you to let me go and finish my walk alone, would you?”

“Oh, hush.” Night mumbled and kissed Host’s cheek, seeing how red they and his nose were. “You really are cold.” 

“Have we not been saying that it’s freezing out here?” 

“Enough, sass. Let’s get you home before I have a popsicle for a mate.” 

“Me? Sass? I would never.” Host’s smile was large as Night groaned loudly. 

“You’re lucky I’ve claimed you.” Night moved to the front of Host and picked him up, something they’d both grown accustomed to whenever Night wanted to go somewhere quickly. 

“What a shame.” Host chuckled, tucking his cane between his arm and side as his other arm went around Night’s neck, and he kissed the Demon’s forehead. “What a shame.” He repeated with another chuckle as he could barely hear a soft rumble of a purr coming from Night before they took off for his home.   ---------- Soft Kissing Prompts: Link

*squeals* I love this so much!! ❤️ 💗

Also the other demons are staying far away from Night cuz they know he's in a bad mood

Ink Month 2023 Day 4

Selfish

“He will be fine. A collection of minor injuries, a fracture in his arm, and a possible concussion.” Edward said to Dark, the two of them standing outside the room Host was resting in. “We will continue to monitor him, but I am more than confident he will recover with no problems. He’s already awake..”

“I still can’t believe he went after several middle-ranks alone. What was he thinking?” Dark sighed with a shake of his head. “Even I would struggle with that. He’s lucky to be alive.” 

“Pride is still a big part of Host, even if he claims to have gotten over it with his age, loss of sight, and wanting to focus on the younger Hunters. He got called out. He couldn’t let that go.” 

“Well, those Demons won’t be calling anyone out for the rest of eternity.” Dark couldn’t help from softly chuckling. 

“I think Host has a different Demon to worry about.” Edward gestured down the hall where Night was storming down it, almost looking like he was on the verge of going feral. Dark took hold of Edward’s arm and got them out of the way, Night not even seeing them as he went into the room. 

“What the hell were you thinking!?” Night snapped as he closed the door. 

“Good morning to you, too.” Host weakly laughed, not bothering to turn his head. He was bandaged up, his arm in a sling, and a monitor had the steady beeping of his heart rate. 

“Why did you go after them!? Why did you fight them alone!?” Night went over to stand at the side of Host’s bed. 

“They said I couldn’t stop them, and I proved them wrong.” Host stated.

“They were almost right! Look at you.” Night made a face at his wording. “Don’t.” He said before Host could make his usual joke. 

“You should see the Demons.” Host decided to say that instead. 

“Congratulations, you killed them, but they almost did the same to you.” 

“But they didn’t.” 

“For fuck’s sake, Host! That’s not what the problem is!” Night ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“My job is to protect others from dangerous Demons. Those Demons would have started hunting in that town if I didn’t stop them.” Host finally turned his face toward Night

“You could have gotten back up. You could have at least called Dark or someone who could help. You can’t do this on your own anymore.” 

“Because I’m blind?”

“Because you’ve been at this longer than some Hunters have been alive. Because you’ve earned the privilege to do your work from here. Because-”

“You can’t tell me I can only stay here. It’s not fair to have the other Hunters go out in the field while I hide behind a desk.” Host turned his head back away, wanting this conversation to end but refusing to back down. 

“You’re not hiding. You’re doing what is needed to keep them alive as well.” Night took hold of Host’s hand and squeezed it. 

“It’s selfish of me to not help as much as I can.” 

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Then you can call me selfish because I don’t want you to die.” Night’s voice cracked, and he placed his other hand on his chest. He felt this tightness in there and fought the tears threatening to form. “I love you, Host. I can’t lose you.” There was a long pause as the two stayed where they were before Host finally broke the silence. 

“You love me?” 

“Yeah…I’m sorry it took so long to say it.” Night lifted Host’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “I can be a bit stubborn.” 

“As can I.” Host took a deep breath. “Alright, I won’t go on my own anymore.” He swallowed and sniffed. “I love you, too.” 

“You better.” Night chuckled and leaned over to kiss Host. 

“Not going on my own or loving you back?” Host asked with a soft chuckle against Night’s lips.

“Both.” Night chuckled as well before kissing Host again. 

I love it! That spice at the end tho yowza 🥵

Ink Month 2023 Day 14

Precious

Night was sitting on the couch in the dimly lit room. The TV had automatically turned off at this point, and the only light source was a dying lightbulb from a lamp across the room. He didn’t care; he couldn’t move. Host had fallen asleep during the movie they were watching, his head rested in his lap, and Night couldn’t bear the thought of moving and waking him just yet. 

“So soft.” Night whispered to himself, running a hand through Host’s hair. “So peaceful.” He paused when Host hummed and nuzzled his head against Night’s legs a little before going still again. Host was known as a threat, cunning, and able to take down middle-ranks and possibly even high-ranks on his own with just a bat, but when he was asleep, it reminded Night of what he actually was.

Human. 

His Human. 

Host was fragile compared to him, but he was still the most wonderful and precious thing in his life. He’d fight and kill anyone or anything that would risk taking Host away from him. Night never thought he’d be with another again, let alone another Human, after what happened with Day, but…here he was. 

“You are truly one of the most unique Humans out there.” Night knew Host couldn’t hear him, lost in his dreams, and that made saying the words much easier. “I know there are several other Humans with Demon mates, well, ‘boyfriends’ for some of them.” He softly chuckled, knowing that those who weren’t claimed yet were likely to go down that route soon. Their adoration of each other was thick enough that Night could literally smell it. He honestly probably was radiating the same scent as he gently caressed Host’s face, rubbing his thumb against his cheek before tucking it under his cloth blindfold and then removing it. 

Night knew he had permission to remove said cloth when it was only himself and Host around. He and Edward were the only ones allowed to see him without it, never wanting to worry the others about the damage done to his face and eyes. Night didn’t know the story behind the scars, though. He wondered if he would be told one day or if that would just always remain a secret. 

“They may be with Demons, but I don’t think any other Human could be with the creator of them.” He continued as his hand slid down Host’s neck and then paused just past the crook of it, right where a claim mark would be. “And, maybe one day, you’ll be claimed by him as well…maybe even allow yourself to be turned into a Demon so he’ll never fear losing you to age.” Night could feel that temptation crawling up his spine. 

Host was asleep. He’d have no idea it was happening until it was too late, and they could live their full potential together. 

No.

He can’t do that.

Not unless Hosts tells me that he wants it. 

But until that day comes, or if it never does-

“I’ll keep you safe.” Night kissed Host’s forehead. That was the final thing to finally wake him.

“Huh? Night? Did I fall asleep again?” Host mumbled, opening his eyes and showing Night the wide, endless clouds that they were. 

“You did.” Night chuckled.

“We’re never going to get to watch a new movie at this rate.” Host grunted as he sat up. 

“I’d watch the same movie for the rest of eternity if it meant that you got some rest.” Night leaned back against the couch with another chuckle. “Since someone works himself too much.” 

“I do not work myself that much.” Host huffed, turning around and partially crawling across the couch until he found Night’s lap and sat on it. 

“Really? Because the last time I checked, I have to quite literally drag you from your office nearly every, well, I’d say night, but it’s basically morning by the time I get to you.” Night teased, resting his hands on Host’s hips. 

“Then you should get to me sooner if it’s that big of the problem.” Host teased back with a playful poke to Night’s chest. 

“Or I could make it so you won’t be able to work the next day~” Night purred and tightened his grip on Host. 

“I’d like to see you try.” Host would have been purring as well if he could. 

“Is that a challenge?” 

“It’s a dare.” 

“Get ready, then.” Night stood up, lifting Host with him like he weighed nothing, and was out of the living room and to the bedroom in a blink. 

*chef's kiss* hehe I want to believe after Night gives Host his lesson, he doesn't regret riling him up and is happy to be with him

Here's some Host trying out the brat game and teasing Night~ ----------

Host was known for his sass, not being afraid to speak his mind, and enjoying a playful tease. But those tended to be verbal. He wasn’t much for physicality, or at least wasn’t one to bring it up first. It just didn’t come to mind.

Today was a different day, a very different day. 

Today, Host came up with a new idea and knew Night was going to feel a certain way about it, and that made his idea sound more and more fun as he got everything set up. 

Night was currently getting ready for a meeting that Host knew he couldn’t get out of, one he had to attend and needed to leave in a few minutes to be there on time. And that meant he wouldn’t have time to do anything about what Host was about to do.

“You’re leaving soon, right?” Host asked from behind the bathroom door. 

“Yeah. It’s a quick meeting, so it’ll probably be a little less than an hour till I’m back.” Night explained, standing in front of the full-body mirror they had on the wall and fixing the collar of his shirt. 

“Hopefully, it won’t be too long.” Host added a hum to his voice as he opened the bathroom door and leaned against the frame, knowing the moment Night turned his head, he’d see everything. 

“Now, why are you saying it like…” Night’s voice got caught in his throat when he did what Host expected and turned his head, getting more than an eyeful of the outfit. 

“Everything alright?” Host asked, pretending that he didn’t know damn well why Night was struggling to breathe for a second.

He wore a matching pair of red panties and bralette, black lace roses along the edges, and there was a black sheer fabric that came from the bottom of the bralette and went down to the top of Host’s thighs. The usual bandage that covered his eyes was also replaced with a red one. 

“Oh, you are so not fair.” Night nearly growled. 

“What do you mean? I’m just getting dressed for the evening. Wanted to wear something comfortable.” Host played with the end of the sheer fabric. 

“You know I have to leave, and you wear that?” Night knew he needed to keep calm, that he needed to be fully collected by the time he left, but it was getting harder to in several meanings of the word. 

“Your leaving didn’t affect my choice of clothing.” Host played innocent and walked away from the door, heading for where the bed was. “Like I said-” He crawled across the bed and laid on his stomach, sticking his ass up in the air. “-Just wanted to be comfortable.” 

“You are going to be very sorry when I get back.” Night warned. 

“I look forward to it~” Host half-sang, pushing his ass up in the air a little more. Night cursed softly to himself and left in a snap of his fingers to prevent himself from caving into his temptations. “Being a brat is more fun than I thought.” Host hummed and rolled over to his back, happily waiting for Night to return and make true to his promise. 

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@ariesshower824

Sweet

A/N: A little thing for @ariesshower824 with Host and his sweet tooth.

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"What are you doing still writing?" Night asked as he stepped into Host's office, seeing him still typing away at his computer. "Your novel can wait for a few hours while you rest."

"I... I admit I lost track of time," Host said sheepishly, saving his document and turning off the computer before turning in his chair to face Night. "Thank you for coming to get me."

"I don't want my love too tired and sleeping in his office," Night replied with a chuckle, helping Host out of his seat and leading him down the hall to their bedroom, gently guiding him to sit down before moving to get the wound dressing supplies.

"Are you going to change my wrappings?” Host asked, tilting his head as he listened to Night gathering items. “I assume that’s due to the feeling of my eyes leaking, in which case I thank you.”

“Sit still,” Night said softly, climbing onto the bed to kneel in front of Host, beginning to remove his bandages and toss them aside. “Lift your chin slightly.” Carefully, Night cleaned the area around Host’s eyes, making sure to keep the skin as clean as possible to avoid infection.

“I swear, you’re better at changing these bandages than me,” Host joked, tilting his head while Night wrapped a fresh bandage around his eyes. “Thank you for changing them, dear,” he said when Night tucked the end of the bandage into the wrapping and sat back.

“Here, open,” he said, waiting for Host to open his mouth before popping a small chocolate onto his tongue, waiting as Host closed his mouth and considered the flavour before smiling.

“Chocolate. Sweet.” He lifted his arms as Night moved to remove his shirt, clambering off the bed to remove his pants before crawling back under the covers, waiting for Night to lay down.

“Not as sweet as you,” Night replied, holding Host close and smiling as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. “I love you, grand writer.”

“I love you, too, dear,” Host whispered, curling up beside Night and falling asleep.

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@iamvegorott @brokentimewatch

Excellent as always!

Carried Away

For @ariesshower824 Here's some Host working way too late, and Night deciding it's time to head home

Carried Away

Night knew that his mate had the habit of working late enough that it would technically be the next day, and tonight was one of those times. The Demon creator strolled through the nearly empty halls, hearing the last remaining Humans cursing at themselves for losing track of time or having their own Demon partners trying to get them to leave. It was a bit funny hearing his own kind being so attached to their Humans, much like how he was to his own.

Night paused and watched one of The Twins carrying the head Researcher out of his office, giving him an idea of how to handle his workaholic.

"Have a good evening, Mare." Night nodded a bit with his parting words. "And good luck with your pouting Human."

"I'm not pouting!" Mad protested through his pout, arms crossed as he was held over Mare's shoulder.

"Try to get some sleep, Madrick. Work cannot be done if you're too tired." Night advised, chuckling when Mad just continued his pout with a huff.

"See you tomorrow." Mare gave a little salute before walking off. Night just gave another nod and resumed his journey to Host's office. "Owl? It's time to head home." Night said as he stepped into the room, not bothering with knocking.

"Let me finish these last few pages, and we can go." Host ran his fingers over the page he was on.

"Those pages will still be here tomorrow," Night stated, going to Host's desk.

"I'm already in the middle of them, might as well finish before I lose my motivation." Host stated back, pausing when he felt Night's hands on his shoulders.

"You never lose motivation, owl. You're always ready to work." Night hummed and began working on the knots in Host's shoulders, grinning when he saw his mate melting a little.

"I'll only need five minutes." Host was still trying to fight against calling it a day.

"Five minutes turn into twenty, and twenty turns into an hour. I know how this goes."

"I am not that bad."

"You can be." Night leaned over and whispered into Host's ear, deciding to go with the idea he had earlier. "And I am three seconds away from just carrying you home."

"You would never." Host scoffed.

"One." Night nearly purred his count.

"You're being ridiculous."

"Two."

"You're not actually going to do that."

"Three."

"Night!" Host yelped in shock when Night turned his chair and pulled him out of it. "Put me down this instant!" He demanded as he found himself up in Night's arms.

"Nope. I warned you that I would carry you. And I always follow through." Night began heading out of the office. "And everyone else has already gone, so there is no worry about being seen like this."

"That is not my concern."

"Tell that to your blush."

"I am not-!"

"Perhaps we could help ourselves to some of those chocolates I bought this morning. A sweet treat before bed." Night grinned when that offer got Host to stop.

"You're not playing fair." Host huffed, resting his head on Night's shoulder and allowing himself to be carried out of the building with no more resistance.

"I love you too."

I luv it! ❤️

In Spite Of

For @ariesshower824 I have some Noist.

Practicing my kiss poses, so here’s Night pulling Host in for a kiss, touching his cheek just under the bandages.

Because he loves him in spite of all his flaws.

@iamvegorott

Ah! I love it!

Ink Month 2024 Day 3

Park Bench - Noist

Night was a prideful man. Everyone knew this. He had pride in his title and pride in his abilities. But he had the most pride in his time and care when it came to his loved one. He was more than willing to go out of his way to ensure the safety and happiness of his boyfriend. Host’s joy was Night’s greatest source of pride nowadays. 

At the current moment, Night and Host appeared in their favorite park during their favorite season. Fall was the best time for the two. It didn’t get too cold, nor did it get too hot, and the wildlife was active, preparing for the long winter so one could find more critters out and about. 

Host looped his arm through Night’s, hand holding his upper arm and their shoulders brushing as they began their stroll. Passing through the archway of trees that went down the entire pathway, a loop through the whole park that people would use for their jogs or walks. Mad had measured the length before and let everyone know his results. And while Host could recall what it was, Night never bothered to remember it since all he needed to know was that it took thirty minutes to walk the whole thing. That was thirty uninterrupted minutes with Host because no one would dare try to get a hold of them during their strolls. 

Except for Mad.

But Host enjoyed Mad’s company and didn’t annoy Night much. So, Mad would walk with them on rare occasions. 

Right now, though, it was just Night and the love of his life.

“The leaves look so lovely this time of year.” Night hummed his comment, eyes glancing at the trees and then to Host, an even lovelier sight. 

“That they do.” Host agreed. 

“Might I ask you something, my owl?” 

“Of course.”

“What do you see right now?” Night knew Host understood the meaning of the question. It was not meant in a literal ‘eye-seeing’ way, but with Host’s abilities and how he’d adjust for either comfort or energy level—going from seeing everything beyond what eyes could process to just allowing himself to be blind. The majority of the time, Host liked relying on everything except his sight but would use enough of his powers to be aware of their surroundings.  

“I feel and taste more than I can see.” Host began explaining, using that naturally soothing voice of his that Night could spend an eternity listening to. 

“Taste?”

“The air tastes of fall. The subtle coolness, the wetness of fallen leaves left on the grass from the morning dew that’s yet to evaporate. You can also feel that soft breeze and hear the rustling and crunch of the leaves on the path we are stepping on.” 

“We take for granted our other senses, don’t we?” Night placed his other hand on top of Host’s.

“We take for granted many things in our lives. But as time goes on, we learn to enjoy the little things life has to offer. 

“That we do.” Host chuckled, and then he suddenly paused.

“What is it?”

“The others are here.” 

“They’re what?” Night started looking around, tensing up.

“Calm down, Your Highness.” Host tugged on Night’s arm, guiding him where to look. “They’re here playing a game, not to interrupt us.” 

“Oh.” Night clicked his tongue a bit when he saw the other Egos out in the middle of the large field. 

“Maybe we could extend our stroll and sit on the bench, watch them have their fun.” Host tugged on Night’s arm again, showing that it wasn’t really a suggestion but that it was what he was going to do. 

“We’re not beating the grandparents' allegations.” Night chuckled, walking to the bench and sitting on it with Host. 

“Not my fault you act like a grumpy old man.” Host rested his head on Night’s shoulder. 

“I do not.” Night rolled his eyes with a light smile. 

“I thought we were playing football,” Jackie asked with a tilt to his head, seeing the white and black ball in Marvin’s hands. 

“We are playing football,” Marvin confirmed. 

“That’s a soccer ball.”

“No, it’s a football.” 

“So…if we’re playing football then I can-” Jackie bent over enough to throw Marvin over his shoulder, and he started running. 

“Jackieboyman, put me down!” Marvin demanded. “Chase Brody! Stop laughing and help me!” 

“Me next, me next!” Anti called out with his own laughs. 

“Can I sit with you guys?” Mad asked as he neared the bench. 

“Of course.” Host answered, moving to be even closer to Night and leaving space for Mad to sit and open his book. 

“Now we’re definitely not going to be able to deny being the grandparents.” Night sighed. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Host moved Night’s arm so they could hold hands. 

“Only if I don’t get to have you by my side.” Night kissed Host’s temple. 

“Jackie! Put him down!” Dark snapped while Jackie continued running with Marvin, but he now had Anti on his other shoulder.

“Never!” Jackie laughed.