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What I'd Do As My Enemies Wife (Widfali AU)

Chapter 1 - I'm Married To WHO?!?

Contents (Warnings): Getting caught in another universe (Shenanigans with Alexander and Lynette).

Wordcount: 2,700+

Side note: Thank you, @novorehere for being the menace that made me draw them going on a date and @aramastus for suggesting this AU idea in the first place! Love you guys! AGAIN, this is a goofy what if scenario. If you haven't read Widfali I'd recommend reading it first! That being said this is going to be much lighter and sweeter than what's been going on in the story thus far, hope you enjoy!

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Lynette

I refused to remove my body from the warm, firm mattress underneath me, regardless of my slowly chilling, blanketless arms and legs.

My alarm hasn't rung yet.

I nuzzled further into the comforting heat. And in retaliation, the rest of me that didn't have contact with it burst with goosebumps. It disturbed my pleasant slumber.

I sat up, grumbled, and gathered my orientation. I was on a couch, not a bed. Oh, I fell asleep on Wicks again. I hope I didn't drool on him this time.

Groggily rubbing my eyes, I studied him. My body tensed when I saw the difference in structure. Their chest was more defined in their tight navy tank top, and their arms were adorned with muscles like cannon balls.

Most importantly, their skin wasn't the light olive my brother had either.

A yelp escaped my lips, and I panicked and scrambled back on the couch. Why is Alexander in my apartment? I didn't recognize the home I was in. Or am I in his...?!

He got up and groaned. His eyes opened, and he turned to me in confusion. "Why are you here?" Much like me, he looked over the couch and room.

The house looked neat and clean. A coffee table in front of us, as well as gaming systems and shelves of games along the undershelf below them. There was even a cat tower next to it, too.

"Is this not your new place?" I pointed to the cat tower. That wouldn't explain why I was here. Or...resting on him.

He stood up, inspecting the space and sniffing the air. "I thought this was your place, your scents everywhere." He then sniffed at his own clothes. "Why the hell do I smell like you?"

I'M NOT TELLING HIM THAT. "This isn't my place." I was also about to pull myself up, but out of nowhere, a figure appeared in front of me.

"Good, you're both awake!"

I squeaked out, and Alexander pushed himself between us. The floating girl walked backward as if the air was solid beneath her. Her navy blue hair fluttered and waved like she was underwater.

Alexander's eyes glowed when he faced her, "who are you?"

Their voice came out soft and sounded next to my ear. "Well, my name is a little hard to pronounce in English, but let's go with Ceram." The light sapphire blue being with horns whisked around the living room as she spoke, "I'm known as an observer of sorts. We are tasked with keeping the separation between universes."

"Between universes?" I muttered. Does this mean multiple universes exist?

"Yes and..." She cleared her throat, "Unfortunately for you, darlings, there was a recent teeny, itty, bitty issue with multiple beings from different universes switching places with their respective counterparts."

Alexander followed her movement. "Do you think we're stupid?"

She tilted her head and made an X with her fingers, "No, well, maybe sometimes, but not in this instance, no."

Alexander crossed his arms over his chest, "What do you mean sometimes?"

"You act like we've met before."

"We haven't." She held up a finger and grabbed a book that appeared out of thin air." I have read your files, though." Ceram slammed the book down on the coffee table, and she threw it open. When she did, a plethora of pages exploded from it. Alexander pushed back partially into me.

"Your lives are recorded in these bad boys in case of events like this."

Her smile twitched, and she shook her head. "Listen, you both are in a different universe. This one, you're both much older." She flew near Alexander and peeked back at me behind him. "Luckily, you guys haven't changed appearance-wise."

She closed the book, and all the pages that were sticking out and going off the table were sucked back in. Alexander inspected it, and her purple-eyed gaze fell on me.

"Thus, since you both have been sent to an alternate universe, you must act like your married counterparts."

"Married...I got married?!" I gasped. I haven't even gone on a proper date! I despised the memory of the only time I did go on a date and threw up on them. How did I get married?

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed, "to who?"

She looked at us, confused. Then pointed from Alexander to me.

Alexander's eyes met mine, and then, in unison, we both exclaimed and turned back to her. "WHAT!?"

WHY WOULD I EVER DATE XANDER!?! LET ALONE MARRY HIM! My stomach started to feel queasy thinking about it.

"What kind of sick joke is that? Why would I ever date a human?" Alexander protested with a perturbed growl.

Ceram threw her pink fingertips up, "Okay, okay. It's a long story in this universe." She spun the book on the table, and the cover and the title changed. "Here's the story as to how they got together-" The pages went all over the place again, and she stuffed them back inside. "How about I give you the last month of their activity? I'm sure you can piece it together from there."

I was in too much disbelief to say anything. Why Alexander?

He put his hand over the book, preventing her from reopening it. "Even if what you said was true, why do we have to play along? We need to go back to our universe."

"I'm working on it." She laid her hand on Alexander's. He pulled his back. She exhaled, "This is the first time it's happened on a wide scale, so we're having trouble figuring out how to fix it. So, we aren't sure what might happen if you don't. It could be nothing—you could tell everyone you come from another universe, and it's all dandy or," she chuckled nervously and spoke quietly. "or your universes might end up collapsing because of the mass recognition of you both being in the wrong one."

"You're fucking with us."

"No," she sighed. "I wish I was."

"We play along, or we all die?" I whimpered, how am I supposed to process this?

Ceram floated near us both, leaving the book on the table. "If it makes you feel any better, it's not only you two; there are a lot of others who were also thrown into other universes."

Alexander narrowed his eyes, "how did this even happen?"

Ceram hummed and didn't answer. "That's a very good question." She swayed back, her body moved by the book on the coffee table again. "You're both happily married, and this book should answer any questions about your lives here that you'll need."

"You didn't answer my question," Alexander said.

An infinity symbol glowed upon her forehead, "Look at the time, gotta go! I'll be back to check on you guys later!" She vanished before we could get in another word.

I studied the coffee table's edges and the book. "What just happened?"

"I don't fucking know," Alexander grumbled, our eyes met briefly. For some reason, I broke away first out of embarrassment.

This is too weird. "Do you think Ceram was lying?" I walked around the living room, studying the shelves and the games. A lot of the books and games were stuff I was interested in. I found myself surprised, seeing a photo of him. Is Alexander smiling? I had never seen him smile like that except when he held Sasha. You look a lot better when you smile. I kept the thought to myself. I didn't want to argue with him right now.

"She had so much fucking magic, I felt like I was suffocating." His eyes stopped their glow. "This place isn't created with mind manipulation. I'd like to think I'd know..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "and I can't imagine someone gaining something from us like this."

I nodded in agreement. "Do you think it's a prank?"

"It's too elaborate," Alexander inspected the room too. He picked up one of the pictures with us in it and looked at me.

"What?"

He squinted and put it back down, "Nothing."

Fine. I walked back to the coffee table, knelt beside it, and picked up the book. "Ceram said this is about a month of us- or them together. Maybe it'll have some sort of answer?"

"Yeah," Alexander said, looking more annoyed as he checked over everything.

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Alexander

He pinched himself when she started reading. This isn't some sort of weird ass dream.

His nose continued to pick at her scent. He smelled it no matter where he went, and his stomach growled in response.

Fuck me.

His attention, involuntarily, moved to Lynette. She was hunched over and reading. He took in another deep breath. The sweet and alluring air told his body to get closer.

He bit down on his bottom lip until it broke, and the sour, foul taste of his blood drowned out his instincts. I need to go out and get someone. He needed an excuse to escape from the house and away from the Shrimp anyway.

Alexander got ready to tell her that and stopped. I can't leave her here alone; she can't protect herself. He doubted Ceram was after either of them for any particular reason. If they had wanted her alone, they wouldn't have brought me. He rubbed his temples and paced around. None of this makes any sense unless we trust what she said.

To him, this was too crazy of a scenario to be a lie.

But why the hell would I end up with a human? His eyebrows dropped when he stared. I eat them. His frustration climbed up his throat.

"Of course, out of the billion or so humans in the world, I still end up stuck with you," Alexander said, low enough for her to hear.

She didn't lift her eyes from the page. "You invited me."

"I did," He stood across from her and attempted to read the page she was on. "If you were like any other human, I wouldn't have."

She raised her bashful gaze, "At least one of us isn't upset you invited me. The money's great." She spoke under her breath, " I just don't understand why some of you are jerks."

Alexander scoffed, and a slightly bothered smile showed. "You're the one that gets yourself in most of those scenarios."

"I do not!"

"You're a human. You shouldn't be getting involved or close to monsters anyway."

"And technically, my family is too, in some way, shape, or form, and they're nice! So is Viola, Tila, Elliot, June, Zane's a little weird, Drake-"

Alexander laughed, "Drake?"

Her lip pushed out in a pout, "WAY nicer than you."

"What have I done to you?"

She brought her hands up and balled her fists. She swung them around a little, then slammed them down as gently as she could, "Plenty! You chase me around, threaten to eat me constantly, you also practically..." she shivered. "Drooling every time you look at me, and you always look so annoyed with me-" she pointed at his face. "Like right now!"

Alexander turned his head to the side. It's not my fault. "I'm hungry—what do you expect."

"I can't even have a normal conversation with you!"

"That's the way my fucked up body is," Alexander pulled back, his mouth tightened, and he pressed his teeth together. "I-" A single letter left him before his mouth refused to continue.

He changed his response as he usually did.

"You're what I eat. I'm a fucking half Wendigo. I'm hungry all the damn time. Yeah, sure, it's better now than before, but it's still in my fucking head." Alexander replied. "If you don't like it, don't talk to me."

Lynette lowered her brows, and her eyes clung to him. He could see the sympathy he'd only ever received from his family.

He broke their eye contact, "Tell me if the book says anything important, I'm going to keep looking around."

Alexander walked away from her, checking over every little thing he could. The kitchen, laundry room, closets, dining room, and now he was moving upstairs too.

Everything seems normal. He walked into the massive master bedroom. His eyes squinted over it. He noticed the Wakizashi sword near the bed. He smiled. One of Drake's nerd gifts.

He realized it only helped prove that this alternate universe self had at least some similarities to him, or if this was a setup somehow, they did their homework.

He next moved to the dresser in front of the bed, near what he figured was the master bathroom. He searched through the top drawers; they were things he'd wear. He continued to go through each one and raised a brow conspicuously.

"What the hell is this?" He took out what he thought was a crop top and held it in front of his face. His eyes fell to the two prominent mound-like shapes protruding outward.

When it clicked, Alexander freaked out and dropped it immediately. He faced away, and his cheeks burned.

His mind steadily wandered to the one accursedly embarrassing time at the Halloween party.

SHUT UP, BRAIN. He quickly picked it up, threw it in the drawer, and slammed it shut. He exhaled hard, letting go of relief and annoyance simultaneously.

Alexander stumbled back and sat on the bed. "Why would I even be with Lynette?" He inhaled and groused curses under his breath. His body focused on her damn scent again. He pulled his navy tank top to his nose again. Why do I smell so much like her? His mouth filled with saliva. It's like she rubbed herself all over me.

His empty abdomen groaned louder, and he clenched it. A low growl left his vocals.

He pushed off the bed. Fuck it, we're getting out of this damn house, and I'm going to eat. He'd imagine she'd complain about him eating someone, but he lost all his will to care.

He marched out of the room and heard her shriek from below. Without a second thought, his body propelled him forward, and he ran to the balcony. He grabbed the railing, threw his body off, and landed with a giant THUD against the hardwood floor. He flicked up and assessed Lynette. No one was around her, nor did she look hurt besides her deep red-tinted face.

"What?" He asked as her lip quivered.

"I-I f-found a part of the book that's uh-has, well-" she stumbled over her words.

Why is she acting so flustered? What did she read between the other us... He could feel the burning redness on his face returning, too, "S-sex?"

Lynette squeaked, "N-NOO!" She voice weakly exclaimed, "worse!"

Alexander couldn't respond. His jaw hung slightly open in disbelief. His thoughts created figments of things that could be worse and fit the same bright red mortification she wore. WHAT KIND OF FREAKS ARE THEY?! "WHAT COULD BE WORSE?!"

She dragged the book closer to her body and refused to show him. "D-don't worry about it."

"Oh hell no, this isn't some journal situation. You're showing me." He leaned over the table to grab it.

She got up from the floor and stumbled back toward the kitchen. "No, if you read it, you'll say something about it!"

"I don't care, Shrimp. If I'm involved, I deserve to know whatever the fuck worse is." Alexander wasn't going to leave his curiosity unanswered.

He grabbed her wrist and brought her close enough for his other hand to steal the book. He turned his back to her and held it high so she couldn't reach it.

"XANDER!"

He opened it to about the middle.

"H-hey! I didn't read that far!" She complained, and he was going to start here anyway.

"Alright! Xander. I'll tell you where just- don't say anything about it."

He skeptically peered at the short girl and dropped it on the coffee table. He didn't say yes to her terms, but she searched the book to find the exact page anyway.

"Here."

He prepared to read the worst. Nothing so far. He soon got to the end of the page, read what he believed she meant, flicked back at her and, in flabbergasted frustration, yelled, "YOU THINK LETTING ME EAT YOU WILLINGLY IS WORSE?!"

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