Being one of the many people taking shelter the Homeowner's abode was.. interesting, to say the least. You were grateful to have his trust since he had determined you as one of the few actual humans in the place, and you tried to cooperate with his tests as much as possible, even if it was as absurd as those armpit checks.. anything to have a roof over your head.

When you weren't dealing with those tests, you spent your time cooped up in the Homeowner's living room, sitting down on the floor since the couches were all occupied by the other guests and you were not sitting sandwiched between people.

It wasn't that bad, not at all since you had brought some supplies with you, simple things like blankets and a few snacks, which you tried to ration as much as possible.

The guests weren't bad either, you didn't talk to them a lot, only to clear your head from your own thoughts so you wouldn't go crazy. One of these guests was the Fairytale Enjoyer, a nice dude; chill, respectful, kind, even. You would listen to his stories from time to time when you were bored of everything else, they were.. interesting.

What you didn't like, however, was having to deal with him reading his stupid books when you were trying to sleep at night, it wasn't like he was loud, but you were a light sleeper, and hearing the sound of muttering in the dead of night while there was a literal apocalypse going on wasn't exactly thrilling.

Tonight you thought it would be no different as you set up your makeshift bed on the floor, laying down with a soft sigh, burying your face in your pillow, your entire frame covered by your blanket. He sat not so far from you, leaning back against the shelves behind him, book in hand, whisper-reading.

Almost ten minutes passed and you found yourself unable to sleep due to his muttering, and despite yourself, you found yourself listening in, because what else could you do when you couldn't sleep? You might as well keep yourself entertained, right?

He didn't seem to notice you, thanks to you being covered by your blanket, so you could listen in without looking like a creep. You thought he was just reading some fairytale again, like he always did this late at night, but when you heard words like ‘shaky breathing’, ‘swollen lips’, and ‘glossy eyes’, you were proven wrong.

Well, he was reading a fairytale, just.. an explicit one. Was he reading fairy smut?!