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BONUS - WAYLON (MATURE)

So uh...this exists purely for my own self-indulgence since I love Waylon slightly too much, but he's a handsome DILF and I know I can't be the only one that sees it (especially if you came from His Summoner). As this is a bonus, all of this will be non-canon - though that's rather obvious since the canon dynamic is daddy/daughter. I would like to make it very clear that if you don't like Waylon/see him as a father figure, DON'T READ THIS. YOU WILL MISS NOTHING BY SKIPPING THIS, AND AGAIN, THIS IS A BONUS SO DON'T TAKE ANY OF THIS SERIOUSLY OR TREAT IT AS AN ACTUAL PART OF THE CANON STORYLINE. This only exists cuz I like him, quite bluntly. But if you also like handsome men that look downright tasty with their sleeves rolled up to their elbows, then this is for you. Enjoy if you want, ignore if you don't <3

(Y/n) stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at Waylon as he met the sharp look with his own. "I'm not going to sleep until I heal you." Her voice was stern, her hands already glowing with green magic, but the rich man shook his head.

"I'll be fine, Ms. (L/n). You need your sleep." He gestured towards the chair behind her that she'd fallen asleep in previously, but her eyes only narrowed.

"You're hurt, Mr. Waylon," she spoke more firmly, a fire in her eyes. "I still have some magic to heal you, so sit back and let me fix this." She reached towards the gauze around his chest but he snatched her wrists in his much bigger hands.

"I'm fine." The icy chill in his eyes matched his tone, within it a clear warning to back off.

"I get it, you're tough and you'll survive without any more of my help, but I would sleep better knowing you're alright." She tried to pull away from his hold but he tugged her closer, sitting up so he met the fire in her (e/c) eyes with his own chilly blue ones.

"It's sweet that you care for me so deeply, Ms. (L/n), but I assure you I'm fine."

"Liar. You have a hole in your chest."

His lips quirked up before he caught himself and they pressed into a thin line. "And you're much too tired to risk letting you heal me." It was possible she could mess up if she was sleepy, but she wasn't nearly as exhausted as her canon self and she couldn't sleep knowing he wasn't healed to her full ability.

"Stop being difficult," she grumbled, hoping to intimidate him by glaring at him, but the rich man had seen more sizzle in a griddle.

"Make me." Her eyes widened, and he smirked as she visibly contemplated what to do. Her flustered expression was adorable, and assuming he'd won their little disagreement, he released her wrists and rested his arms over his head.

"Alright." Before Waylon could react, (Y/n) climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips and propping herself up with her hands on his stomach. It was his turn to look at her with wide eyes, and she mimicked his smirk as she shifted so her hands were over the gauze on his chest, her skin glowing green as she focused on healing him.

He let out a quiet groan, grimacing under her as he shifted uncomfortably. "Fuck. You just want to see me in pain." The words were strained as his head tilted back into the pillow, his neck stretching with the action so her eyes gravitated to his Adam's apple as he swallowed thickly, a quiet noise leaving his lips at what she was doing.

"I'm going as fast as I can," she muttered, rocking on her hips to get into a more comfortable position so she could focus exclusively on healing his wound. She wasn't aware of how far the internal damage reached due to how fast she had to cover the wound to stop the bleeding, but she was hoping she could fully heal him with the little amount of magic she'd gotten from her nap. It was hard to tell what time it was based only on the moonlight coming in from the window, but the condo was silent like the others were sleeping in preparation for their final showdown with Mrs. Waylon later.