Dia | She/her | 23 | Professional Delulu-ist | Married to Sylus and Caleb
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infidelity
non-con
incest
abuse from any characters
minors/pedophilia (I do not do age-ups)
Swap AU (including character traits, character)
friends with benefit
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Warning: Just pure fluff. Swearing. Lots of swearing. Luke and Kieran almost died this time(exaggerating)
Word Count: 717, no proofreading
Preview: Luke and Kieran stole their boss's phone to help MC reschedule her date with Sylus... Spoilers, it did not end well.
Luke and Kieran were outside the meeting office. They lounged on the sofa, trying to pass the time until both of their phones dinged at the same time.
Luke pulls out his phone and Kieran reads the message over his shoulder. There's only one person who would message them both at the same time and at this hour. MC.
"She's complaining about her day," Kieran said.
"Yea, I can read." Luke rolled his eyes.
"Ask her if she wants to hang with us," Kieran suggested and Luke nodded in agreement.
MC:
Sorry, I have a date with Sylus.
"Aww," Luke and Kieran said in unison.
"Truly a shame," Luke said.
"Bet she wanna hang with us instead of boss," Kieran said.
Then Luke and Kieran looked at each other. "She definitely wants to hang with us more," They said in unison.
When they got home, it was dusk. However, it's hard to tell in the N109 zone as it's typically always dark. Sylus placed his phone on the coffee table and left for his room to get ready for his date with MC.
Once his door closed, Luke rushed toward the phone.
"Quick, tell me the passcode."
"Uh, uh, try 1234," Kieran answered.
A pause and Luke looked at Kieran. "Seriously?"
"four ones?"
"You think boss has that of an easy passcode."
"Try MC's birthday."
Luke nodded, "that could work."
And it did.
Both Luke and Kieran looked at each other, surprised.
"That's easier than I thought," Luke said. He found the message app and sent a message to MC.
Sylus:
Sorry, I can't make it to the date tonight.
"He says sweetie," Kieran added.
Then Luke added
Sylus:
Sweetie
"Does he send emojis?" Kieran asked.
Luke shrugged. "Probably."
Sylus:
(｡•́︿•̀｡)
(ಥ﹏ಥ)
(╥_╥)
(┳Д┳)
"Stop sending it! Boss definitely doesn't send that many emoticons!" Kieran snatched the phone from Luke.
Sylus:
Luke took my phone and sent all those emoticons.
"You told me to send them!" Luke snatched the phone back.
"No, I asked if he sends emoji! You said probably and proceeded to send like four!" Kieran snatched the phone back.
Both Luke and Kieran now have a shouting match, snatching the phone back and forth.
Unbeknownst to them, they accidentally sent a speech-to-text message.
Sylus:
You told me to send them no I said if he sends emoji probably proceed to send four. fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck go to hell should've ate you in the womb fuck you fuck food you you you you you you you you I'll knock you down fuck you you dumb ass bitch fuck shit you
The bedroom door flung open and a deep threatening voice filled the house, "What in the hell are you two shouting about."
Sylus looked at Luke and Kieran, both holding his phone on each end, doing a tug of war.
"Why do you have my phone?"
Luke and Kieran quickly let go of the phone and realized the phone going to hit the floor, both proceeded to try and grab the phone only to hit their head at each other. Both double down in pain, holding their foreheads. The phone still hit the floor.
Sylus walked toward the twins and picked up his phone. He unlocks the phone only to be met with a surprise message that he supposedly sent.
Sylus glowered at the twins and showed them his messages with MC. "What is the meaning of this."
Both Luke and Kieran read the message and gulped.
"We were trying to help MC," Luke said.
"She was feeling down," Kieran started.
"So we decided to cheer her up." Luke finished.
"By sending her a rescheduled date, emojis, and cursed words?" Sylus glared.
"Technically, it's emoticons-" Kieran didn't even finish his sentence when they felt the room dropped several degrees.
"We can fix this," Luke quietly said.
"You have 1 hour," Sylus warned. "One. Hour."
Luke and Kieran frantically nodded their head and bolted. They need to get to Linkon fast.
Sylus smirked slightly as he unlocked his phone to check the message his kitten had sent after Luke and Kieran left for Linkon.
MC:
Sylus, did you fall down the stairs?
Sylus chuckled. His kitten never ceases to entertain him.
I laughed while writing this. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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Warning: Fluff and Smut (MDNI!!!!)
smut, p in v, oral female receiving, breeding (if you squint), use of safe word
Word Count: 1843
Preview: Sylus' beloved wife tries to match her sleeping schedule with her husband, but fails to do so. While she's sleeping, Sylus uses that opportunity to clean up the messes that those "parasites" had caused, but it certainly drained his energy. When he goes to bed, his wife makes sure to pamper him. (She also uses the opportunity when Sylus is sleeping to drag Luke and Kieran for shopping.)
I apologize in advance if there's any error. I tried. I just suck at writing.
I stared out the car window as the city landscape zipped pass by. Sylus drove the car with his left hand while gently rubbing my thigh with his right. As the time goes by, I noticed his hand is going closer and closer between my legs. If I decided to be a brat, I would've slapped his hands away. But I miss him. I crave for his touch. The closer he is to my heat, the faster my heart beats.
His hand was so close to my heat when the car suddenly stops and Sylus removed his hand. "We're home."
I looked at him, bewildered. This man smirked like as if he had won in getting me worked up. I should've been a brat and slapped his hand.
I frustrately sighed, opened the car door and before I can step out, my whole body floats.
Sylus carried me from the car and walked into our home. His scent was so strong that it completely took over my senses.
Then it hit me.
My period was three weeks ago.
So my next period is next week.
So that means-- No wonder why I was craving for Sylus.
Before I knew it, I was already on my back in bed. Sylus immediately climbed on top of me and kissed me hungrily. Without breaking our kiss, his hands slowly slid behind my back, unzipped my dress and slowly dragged the dress down my body.
More.
I was a gasping and a moaning mess. My mind is just filled with my husband, of what he could do to me. His tongue slid into my mouth, trying to taste me.
More.
I wrapped my arms around neck, pushing him closer toward me. Sylus finally break off the kiss, giving us an opportunity to breath.
"You look so beautiful." Sylus leaned down and kissed down my neck. "So." Kiss. "Fucking" Kiss. "Beautiful." Kiss.
I couldn't respond. All I wanted is him to take me, devour me. I didn't even notice when Sylus unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. He leaned back to look at my near naked body. I don't even want to know what I look like now. That thought made me self conscious and I tried to cover myself up.
Sylus gently took my wrists and push them aside. "No, let me see you. You look so divine. I could worship you. No, I can worship you. I need to worship you."
Before I could respond, he leaned down and kissed my chest. I whimpered as I feel his tongue playing with my chest. I felt the heat from his mouth then coldness as the air blew on my wet chest.
Sylus certainly is worshipping me. His mouth is everywhere. He kissed, licked, and sucked my chest. Then he slowly goes down, worshipping my stomach. Then he go lower and lower. He finally reached to my heat. I shivered from both excitement and the coldness of the air. Sylus gently spread my legs and kissed on my thighs.
I whimped and slightly arced my back, trying to make him understand where I wanted him.
But he only smirked while continuing to kiss my thighs.
"Sylus~" I whined.
Sylus chucked, rich and deep. "Patience, sweetie." He slowly hooked his fingers on my panties and dragged it down my legs painfully slow. Part of me wanted to grab my panties and rip it off my legs and throw it away, along with my other discarded clothes.
Sylus could see my frustration because as soon as he got my panties off, his mouth dived between my legs.
I felt air knocked out of my lungs as I felt his lips and tongue between my legs. The only sounds in our shared bedroom are my moans and the filthy sounds between my legs as Sylus is making a mess there. Before I know it, I was silently screaming as my body came undone.
However, Sylus doesn't stop there. He continues to devour me as if he is a man who hasn't eaten for days. I shrieked as I tried to pry his face away and try to back away from his face, unsuccessful as he was so much stronger than me. He made me come undone the second time. Gibberish and nonsense are coming out of my mouth. Even I couldn't understand what I was trying to say. My mind was a mess and my legs were shaking violently.
Sylus finally finishes with a few more kisses between my thighs before he starts taking his clothes off. While I was on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Trying to come down from the high. But clearly, Sylus enjoyed seeing me in a mess as he did not wait for a few seconds before I felt him pressing into me.
I have one arm around his neck and the other on his chest as if my body doesn't know to keep him closer or push him away. Then I felt him pushing further into me and I could only silently moan. I felt tears threatening to overflow. I couldn't breathe.
Sylus leaned in and pecked my cheek. "Breath, sweetie. I can't have you pass out now."
I whimpered, "You... you're too... much..."
Sylus scowled in concern, "Are you in pain?"
I feel Sylus start to slide out and I quickly wrap my legs around him, preventing him from leaving. "No, I'm fine. It was just... too much. Just... don't move yet."
Sylus nodded, slid back in, and gently kissed my face as I adjusted to him. After a few seconds, I arched my back and moved my hip, asking him to start moving. Sylus smiled and pecked my lip before moving.
He was hitting every sweet spot and I started to see stars. I moaned so loudly, that I swear people around the perimeter could hear me. But my mind is too occupied to care. I screamed as I came undone and Sylus followed closely after. He groaned as I felt heat spreading inside me.
I wasn't aware my body was capable of staying awake for so long because we went through so many rounds and positions, I felt my entire body weak. Unable to move. Sylus made sure I came undone each round and he came undone himself inside me several times. It felt like we were animals. Animals in heat. The sounds in our room only consisted of my moans, his groans, and the wet sounds coming from our lower regions. The room smells like our sex. So intoxicating.
I feel like my body is going to give up. Mustering my last strength, I gasped, "Flowers."
Then everything turned black.
I woke up cold. The room is dimly lit from the morning light. I moved my sore arm around me, trying to feel a certain someone. When I felt was only the cold sheets, I slowly sit up and looked around the room.
The room is empty. My husband is nowhere to be found. But I knew him well. He probably went out deal with those "aristocrats" that are still kneeling at the meeting room. I lay back down, missing his body heat.
I turned over and grabbed my phone on the nightstand and started to message him.
The bed is so cold. How could someone be so heartless and leave their beloved in bed. Alone.
I waited for him to text back, which didn't take long. I can already see the three dots, dancing, as he types.
Sorry sweetie, had some business to take care of. will be home soon.
I sighed. It must be serious business whenever he types short. I brought the blanket over my head and drifted back to sleep.
I wasn't able to sleep long as the light shined through the window gotten stronger. I rubbed my tired eyes and dragged my sore body to the kitchen to make myself some food.
While making a simple breakfast, I saw the time on the stove, showing 11 in the morning. That concerned me. Sylus had been dealing with those people for that long?
It could be the loud cooking sound or I am so in my though that I didn't hear the front door open. I nearly jumped when I felt arms wrapped around me from behind. A familiar scent engolfed me. I smiled as I felt a familiar gentle kiss on the back of my neck.
"Good morning, love." I said as I greeted my lovely husband.
Sylus hummed in response and leaned his chin on my shoulder. I looked back and saw his tired face. I tilted my head toward him. "Tired?"
"A little bit." Sylus answered.
Of course he would say that. I bet he barely gotten enough sleep as he had to deal with his business overseas, then rush back home, then have to deal with those people in the meeting room.
"Want me to make you something to eat?"
Sylus nodded.
"Go sit down, I'll whip you something."
Sylus pecked my cheek, "Thanks, sweetie."
I hummed, "Of course, love."
I rummaged through the fridge for what I could cook for Sylus. This man is huge. He eats nearly five times more me. When I finished cooking, Sylus, was on the dining table, eyes closed and leaning on his hand. I quickly brought his food over. "Eat quick so you can sleep."
Sylus only hummed in response.
I was reading on the bed while Sylus slept on my lap. He said my lap is softer than any pillows and he'll sleep better there. I massaged his scalp through his soft hair.
As much as I wanted to keep up with Sylus' schedule unfortunately I can't. He only requires a few hours of sleep meanwhile I need at least 8 hours of sleep. Even though I try to stay awake during the night and sleep during the day, my body refuses to accept that change. The latest I can stay up is 3am. I typically would wake up around noon. Although it's not the sleep schedule I hoped for, I'm glad I can still snuggle in bed with Sylus.
I sighed as I read the last sentence of the book. Now I need something else to entertain me. Then I heard the door slowly click open and I saw two masked twins through the gap.
"Pst, there's a sale," Luke said.
Sale?
Shopping!
I excitedly grabbed a nearby plushie and gently shoved it under Sylus and I sneaked out of bed. I quickly and quietly changed, snatched Sylus' black card from the nightstand, and sneaked out of the bedroom.
"Go go go!" I gently pushed Luke and Kieran outside the mansion. "LET'S GO SHOPPING!"
Nothing can go between me and discounts!
Meanwhile:
Sylus woke up as he felt the "lap" he was sleeping on was lacking in body heat. He opened one eye, only to see eye to eye with a crow plushie.
"Sweetie?"
He looked around the room, trying to find his beloved wife, but only greeted with silence.
"SWEETIE!"
Thanks for reading!
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Warning: cursing, strangling, Sylus and MC making babies, idk (don't hesitate to comment/message me if there needed more warnings.)
Word Count: 2505
Preview: Sylus needed to leave N109 zone for a few days for business. His beloved wife(MC) insisted she take care of N109 zone, which Sylus hesitantly agreed to, but with one of many conditions: "Give me a list of anyone you want to get rid of. Let there be a clear message that anyone messes with my wife, messes with me."
Writers note: Forgive me for any errors, I was busy fangirling about Sylus.
Strings of filthy sounds came out of my mouth and my lower half as my husband's hip gently bumped into mine. Filling me in every place unimaginable. Wet kisses trail along my neck and chest before gently covering my lips.
"You're so beautiful, sweetie," Gods, his voice itself can let me come undone, so deep and sexy. I can only moan in response. I cannot imagine what I would be like in front of a mirror, feeling intoxicated with his touches.
Gentle kisses and gentle hands touched every single inch of me, giving love to every piece of me. Tears rolled down my face from the overstimulation as Sylus kissed them away.
I felt my whole body shake. Rounds after round, hour after hour, and before we knew it, the crimson moon rose high in the sky.
I leaned back onto Sylus chest in the bathtub, feeling satisfied from the heat of the water and the scented smell from the soap. Sylus gently massage my thighs while giving kisses along my face and neck. I giggled, "We went through so many rounds and you still haven't had enough?"
Sylus groaned, "I never get enough of you. Even if you give me an entire week, I would still beg for more."
I turned back and faced him, giving him a small peck on the mouth. "I love you."
"I know," Sylus said before kissing me deeply. I felt his hands slither between my legs.
I gasped, breaking off the kiss, "Sylus." I warned.
Sylus chucked, "Relax, darling, I'm just cleaning you."
"Cleaning? I know you have a different intention-" I felt his fingers brush between my thighs. Instinctively, I closed my thighs, still feeling the aftermath of the overstimulation several minute prior on the bed. "Sylus..."
Sylus trailed kisses along my neck as he continued to stimulate me. Although tired, my body continued to betray me, begging him to continue. Before I knew it, we went for another few rounds in the bathroom.
"You are... you're a monster..." I felt my soul ascending to heaven as my body already went through several times prior before coming back from the high.
Sylus chucked, "Sorry, darling, you were too tempting."
I pouted, "Lame excuse!"
Sylus, already dressed in a suit, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in for a kiss, which I gladly gave.
"When will you be back?" I asked between kisses.
Sylus gave me a final peck before answering, "About 4 days. Don't miss me too much."
"Too late, I already miss you. What about N109 zone?"
Sylus stood up and draped his outwear over his shoulders, "I'm sure it'll live while I'm gone for a few days."
"Yea, but everytime that happens, you end up having a mountain of work to do once you get back." I pouted, "Then you won't be able to spend time with me once you get back. Maybe I should threaten and kill anyone who gives you extra work."
Sylus chucked, "That would be great. I'm sorry, dear, I'll try to get things done as soon as I can so I won't leave my wife alone for too long."
I folded my arms and shook my head, "I don't like this."
"What would you suggest then?"
"Let me do your business here in N109 zone. I'll do the meeting that you decide to do after you come back. That way, you can come home to me first once you get back and not that stupid meeting."
Sylus shook his head, "Absolutely not. If the meeting gone wrong, bad things can happen to you. I absolutely hate the idea of something happening to you while I'm not there."
"I don't think it will be that bad. Besides, I'm not weak. I just don't have a strong evol as yours, but I'm capable of fighting. Worst case scenario, I come out with scratches. Also, my luck always had been better than yours."
Sylus scowled, his voice serious, "Sweetie, I still do not believe it is a good idea."
This time, it is me who scowled, "Honestly, what kind of husband goes to a meeting after their business overseas and not see his wife first? How come those bastards get to see you first instead of me? Unfair and cruel."
Sylus sighed deeply and massaged his temples, "Sweetie..."
"How about this, I bring Luke and Kierra with me. I will not let my emotions get the better of me and won't start any fights at all in the meeting."
Sylus opened his mouth, as if adding something before I cut him off. "And, I have to report to you every 12 hours."
"Make it every hour," Sylus negotiated.
"6 hours."
"2 hours."
"4 hours! I can't keep calling and messaging you! It'll get in the way of your work!"
I inwardly groaned. Another request? This man is so demanding!
"I want you to keep a list of all the names that you want me to deal with once I get back. You can't start a fight, but I can end it."
"Fine."
"Good girl." Sylus kissed me on the forehead. "I'll see you in 4 days, love."
I stare out the window, grasping every hope that Sylus would appear. Wishing his car would appear in the distance, speeding through traffic to get home. Wishing he would rush toward the door, hug me, kiss me, and apologize to me for how late he was. However, I knew this wouldn't happen. It has already been 5 years... Did he forget all about me? Of all the things we been through? All the love I had given him? Did he find a better woman...
"Boss only left for 5 hours, why do you look like he died?" Kieran asked.
"Yea, your face is like he died and cheated on you at the same time." Luke added.
The twins completely ruining my "reminiscent". Tsk.
"You should report to him how upset I am. Maybe that will make him second think about leaving me for those meetings." I huffed.
"I'm sure boss wouldn't want to leave either," Luke said, clearly trying to cheer me up.
I sighed, "Yea, I know." I stood up from the chair and stretched. "When is the meeting?"
"I messaged all the members for the meeting and the earliest they can do is the day after tomorrow," Luke answered.
I nodded, "good, that'll allow me to prepare."
I spent the days before the meeting preparing, choosing outfits, and weapons, and reporting to Sylus. And by reporting to Sylus, I mean sexting.
The meeting was not the way I wanted to go. Those "aristocrates" are like parasites. As soon as you're vulnerable, they attack. Quite disgusting if you ask me.
At the meeting, they were expecting Sylus. The room was cold and silent as if they were expecting death. But once I walked through the door, the atmosphere changed immediately. There was confusion for a few minutes before every single one of them looked at me like I was their prey.
I love it. I love appearing weak in their eyes before I show my fangs. I love the reactions they make when they realize the mistake they have made.
However, this meeting is especially hard as I am expected to sit still and prevent any fights. I promised Sylus so I cannot break this promise. If I do, I know he will not let me go to any meetings. And I know he will feel the pain more than me. I don't want him to go through those emotions.
I walked into the dimly lit room, my high heels clicked loudly on the marble floor. Luke walked ahead of me toward the head of the table and pulled out the giant chair. I sat down and Luke pushed the chair in. I crossed my legs, leaned forward, and interlocked my fingers, trying to look as confident as I could.
After a few minutes of silence, I scowled, "What? Am I supposed to start the conversation?"
I heard some clearing their throat and some huffed, as if they can't believe my arrogance.
"I suggest we change this meeting," One stood up.
"I suggest we start now," I countered.
"I believe Mr. Sylus would have a better grasp of this situation."
I leaned back onto the chair and crossed my arms, "How so?"
"I believe that Mr. Sylus, as a leader himself, should be at this meeting."
"I am his wife, I should be in second in command. We are starting this meeting now. If we do not start today, the next meeting will be next month and all the requests you have today will be moved toward next month. I am sure you would like your request heard as soon as possible."
They looked at each other, whispering to each other. Sylus was right. This meeting is truly boring. All those people are trying to be the best actor and fool the leader on who to believe. I have to admit, finding the traitor among those are hard. I know full well majority of them will turn their backs as soon Sylus become weak.
Suddenly, a loud slam on the table, causing the table to shook. A large man stood up rapidly, making his chair topple backward. "This is ridiculous. Why are we doing this meeting today of all days? It was originally meant to be in two days, why do we have to come now just to talk to this woman!"
"I would suggest you to be careful of what you say," Luke said cautiously.
"Damn this. Damn this woman. His wife? We know this is bullshit. That man don't look at one woman and then decide her to be his wife. A woman shouldn't even be here in the first place." He said, jabbing his finger toward me.
"Where should I be then?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"The fucking kitchen, you wrench." Ah, the typical answer for misogynist boys who believe they are men.
"Mr. Aglio, you apologize this instant! You do not have the power to speak ill-" Luke started.
Aglio slammed his fist on the table again. "This is ridiculous. Just because she is his wife today, does not make her in power. What kind of joke is this?"
Aglio aggregated nearly everyone in the meeting. Many sided with him, while others stood silent, watching how the situation unfolds. Those who sided with Aglio yelled vulgar words, making the atmosphere incredibly tense.
I was scared. Not of them. I was scared that a fight would break off. I don't want to break my promise with Sylus. Not when he already trusted me with this. I sat there, racking my brain to try to calm this situation down.
"Enough." I said loudly. My voice boomed and echoed through the meeting room. The room immediately turned silent. "I suggest we continue this meeting and I will report to Sylus immediately. That way, we won't waste any more time."
Many nodded their head in agreement, but not Aglio. He huffed sarcastically, "you think Mr. Sylus would listen to you? You're just a slut-"
Suddenly, the room became suffocating. Many of them are grabbing onto their necks, trying to relieve themselves from an invisible force grabbing onto their necks. The room was silent except the sounds of those aristocrats suffocating and the clicks of the shoes hitting the floor, walking toward the room.
Click... click... click...
I immediately knew those walk pattern belong to. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as the door slowly opens, allowing more lights to shine into the meeting room. Red mists were around those aristocrat's neck, squeezing tightly.
"What did I just hear?" Loud deep voice boomed through the room. Please repeat what you just said, to me."
"Sylus, dear, you are too tight around their necks, they can't speak," I said, nonchalantly, even though my heart is beating fast and my mind screaming.
"You're right," Sylus lighten his mist, just enough for them to speak.
"We just wanted to... have this meeting... with you...." Aglio gasped.
"What's wrong with the meeting with my wife?"
"N-nothing! Nothing at all!" Aglio coughed. "I just thought it would be... better with you, Mr. Sylus."
"Nothing wrong with my wife. So, when I heard those disgusting words that were describing my wife, I must've heard it wrong. Is that right, Luke?"
Luke shook his head, "No, boss. They did in fact called madam many vulgar words."
I felt anger surged from Sylus and he tighten his mist around Aglio. Aglio can only whimper in response.
"You got nerves, I give you that." Sylus said before slamming Aglio out the window, dangling him from 70th floor by the foot. A single movement from the mist will result in Aglio falling to his death.
Sylus slow walked around the table, looking down the aristocrats. While everyone is fearing for their life, I felt heat pooling between my legs. The way Sylus walked around was very sexy. His long legs strides forward, his eyes stern and dark. If I weren't sitting down, I would've clearly fainted.
Sylus stopped at the other end of the table. He looked straight at me, "Give me a list of anyone you want to get rid of. Let there be a clear message that anyone messes with my wife, messes with me."
"First, bring Aglio back in here."
Sylus immediately brough Aglio back into the room without questions, as if he is listening to every order I say.
"Second, I would like those who called me... those lovely words to kneel in this room for three days. Those who kept their mouth shut live for another day."
When no one moved, Sylus narrowed his eyes, "Should I teach you how to kneel?"
Immediately, those who bad-mouthed me kneeled down, with their heads on the ground.
I smirked at their shaking bodies, "third, I would like you to carry me to the car and take me home. I'm tired."
"Your wish is my command, dear." Sylus smiled as he walked around those shaking kneeling bodies, pulled out the chair and carried me bridal style, out of the meeting room.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "You're here early."
"That bastard thought those cheap counterfeit protocores could fool me. So I thought it would be a lovely surprise for my wife if I returned early, so I decided to detonate the entire building."
Sylus is rushing to get back to me just to see the scene before him. I leaned into his neck and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"There is nothing for you to apologize for. Whatever you do, I will gladly give you anything to support you. You do what you want, whatever the aftermath results from it, I will deal with it."
"I know you would."
"Then you should know I want to hear something else from you."
I smiled, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
As long as Sylus is alive, I will never be alone.
Thank you for reading, I'll post a continuous part (part 3) tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In case you dont know, this part is the continuous part of "Queen of Onychinus I".
I'm also playing around the settings in tumblr, cuz I haven't writen on tumblr for a while. I also desperately want to understand how to do a freaking line break without adding line break pictures
dividers, templates, headers, and banners are from @uzmacchiato
Warning: fluff, mentions of menstruation, mentions of SA(Sylus thought his beloved got SAd, however no SA had happened), myth spoilers
Word Count: 1167, no proofreading
Preview: Sylus didn't understand how a human body works, let alone how a female body. One night, when he returned back to his cave, he smelled blood, fearing for his beloved safety, he quickly did what a logical person would do, treat the wound.
Note: I took inspiration from an artist, Qiao Han from REDnote.
The sun had long set. The moon shone brightly in the night sky. Some stars shine brightly while some dimmer. The cold air blows onto Sylus' face, gentle and cool. He soared in the night sky, his eyes scanning the land, hunting down anyone who dared to trespass on his property. Anyone who dared to disrupt his beloved's sleep. He flew another lap around his territory before flying back to the cave where he called home.
It used to be his prison, the very place he hated. However, now, he started to like the place, so much so that he called it his home. Although, it wasn't his idea of what a home looks like, but in his heart, wherever his beloved is, is his home.
He gracefully lands on the end of the cliff, toward the cave. The surroundings are peaceful and quiet, with only the sounds of crickets and owls in the far distance. He walked ever so quietly, not wanting to wake his beloved up.
The closer he was to the cave, the more he scowled. It was hard to detect, but it was faintly there. The smell of iron. He has been through battles and hell, he knows exactly what the smell is. Blood.
He quickly enters the cave, ready for a battle to protect his beloved. However, there is no threat. At the corner of the cave is a fireplace, lighting up the place. In the middle, lay a sleeping figure, cured up in a blanket.
Sylus walked toward the bed, eyeing his beloved, scanning for any wounds. When he found none, he walked around the cave, trying to find the source of the smell. Each time he walks around, it keep coming back to her.
Concerned, he walked over to his beloved and gently shook her awake, "What did you do?" His deep voice echoed in the cave.
His beloved stirred and mumbled incoherent words before going back to sleep. He shook her again, "What. Did you. Do?" He asked again, more stern this time.
She rubbed her eyes, "What?" Her voice sluggish from just waken up.
"I asked what did you do?"
She blinked at her lover, "I don't know. I want to sleep." She sounded slightly frustrated for being stirred awake for this. She turned around and went back to sleep.
"I smell blood on your body."
Her eyes immediately snapped open from what he said. She slowly got up and turned toward him. Then she scowled and pushed him away. The size difference between the two lovers, she barely managed to move him while she is shoved slight back, nearly hitting the pillow if her elbow didn't catch her. "You smelled wrong! And stop smelling me!" She yelled before pulling the covers over her head and flopping back to bed.
After a few moment, she heard her lover slowly step away from the bed. She stayed under the sheet, a bit guilty of what she did to him. The more she waited, the more guilty she became. She was about to flung the blanket away and ran after him to apologize when she heard a quiet clank near her.
She slowly peeked from under the blanket and saw Sylus holding bandage and an ointment on the floor, next to the bed.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Treat your wound." He said matter of factly.
She sat up immedietly, "No, no, I'm not hurt!"
Sylus narrowed his eyes at his beloved, "I can smell the blood from your lower region." Her face immediately went red. "You probably got a cut on your leg without realizing. Go back to sleep, I'll treat it."
She shook her head, "No, no, I'm not hurt. I'm sure."
Sylus didn't listen and threw the blanket across the bed. He gently grabbed her leg to inspect but she tries to stop him. "I'm serious, I'm not hurt."
Sylus still holds her leg, "Fine, at least let me inspect your body to make sure."
His beloved frantically shook her head, "No, no, please no!"
Sylus slowly let go of her leg. He kneels down, looking into her eyes, "Why won't you let me check?" Then he leans in, as if trying to pinpoint the location of the smell. It came from... between her legs.
He immediately leaned back and looked at his beloved. First, he was confused about why would the smell come from there. Then he saw red. He was angry.
Someone must have done something to her. Someone must have violated her while he was gone and she was too ashamed to tell him. His hands curled into a fist.
His beloved immediately sees the change in his behavior, and quickly tries to soothe her lover, "I'm not hurt, I promise."
"Who did this to you?" Sylus asked. His voice was deep with anger, ready to explode at any given time.
She blinked, confused, "Who did what to me?"
"Did someone hurt you while I was gone?"
She shook her head, "No, no-"
"Tell me who they are. I will rip their heads from their shoulders and place them outside the territory for all to see. Now tell me. Who. Is. It."
Fearing her lover might go out of control, she sighed, "No one came here. No one dared to come here. It's normal and I'm going to bleed for about seven more days." The more she explains, the quieter she gets.
Sylus narrowed his eyes, "You have that much blood in you that you can bleed for seven days?"
His beloved sighed deeply before explaining to him what she was experiencing, in every detail. How she is going to bleed, how the pain is, to why she would bleed.
Sylus listened to her patiently and when she was finally done, he asked, "So you're saying that you're bleeding means you're fertile?"
His beloved's face immediately turned red and slapped his arm. "I'm going back to sleep!" With a huff, she turned around, grabbed the blanket over her body, and flopped onto the bed.
She listens to the footsteps walking out of the cave. She sighed, glad that she had stopped a massacre, but sad that he had left her. However, she didn't have to be alone for long as footsteps came walking back to her. She continued to close her eyes, pretending to sleep. Then she felt something soft and heavy covering her body. She opened her eyes and saw she was covered in another layer of blanket. Behind her, she felt someone behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist.
"You did say you'll feel pain for those seven days so heat and company tend to lessen the pain. I shall do that for you." Her lover's deep voice spoke behind her.
She smiled and snuggled closer to her lover, feeling content. Her lover gently rubs her stomach, as if he is trying to soothe her pain.
"Thank you," she whispered.
A gentle kiss on the back of her head as if saying 'you're welcome' from her lover.
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Warning: Little bit of fluff, little bit of dark. Hint of NPC death.
Word Count: 3570, no proofreading.
Preview: Ever since you started working in the Fleet to help out Caleb, you have started receiving lunch and love letters. Thinking they were from Caleb, you thought nothing of it. Until Caleb finds out and deals with the situation.
Note: I miss Colonel Caleb.
"Welcome to Skyhaven."
The automatic voice in the train as the door opens. I stepped out, dragging my suitcase along with me.
"Hey, doesn't your friend of a friend live in Skyhaven?" Tara said with a hint of sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes. Tara is never letting me go. Ever since I first introduced Caleb to them as a "friend of a friend", both Tara and Simone knew we were just friends. We were most definitely more than that.
And they weren't wrong.
"That's enough, Tara. You'll make her upset." Simone spoke up. Thank you, Simone!
Tara giggled, "Is he going to pick you up?"
I nodded. "He said he would be late. You guys go ahead."
Tara and Simone nodded. "We'll see you tomorrow!" They waved goodbye.
Currently, the hunter's association is collaborating with the Farspace Fleet to investigate a matter. Recently, we received intel that items are being sold in the black market that influence the metaflux and wanderers. Originally, it wasn't the hunter's association's problem until wanderers were involved. The Farspace Fleet had already conducted the investigation in Skyhaven. Now, it’s the hunter’s association to finalize the investigation.
I, along with a few dozen hunters, was tasked to work with the Farspace Fleet in Skyhaven. The investigation is expected to last a week or two.
As soon as the Hunter's Associate started to ask for volunteers to help out in Farspace Fleet, I was the first one to sign up for it. It's almost as if I'm using this as an excuse to see Caleb. I'm starting to worry that if I sign up too fast, people will start to speculate. However, part of me is scared that I won't have the opportunity to work in Farspace Fleet. With Caleb.
"Someone is thinking so hard I can read the words coming out of her head." I immediately smiled at the recognizable voice.
"Caleb!" I ran up to him to give him a tight hug, leaving my suitcase behind.
"Woah, I was in Linkon two weeks ago, and you're still that excited to see me?" Caleb chuckled, returning the hug.
"Two weeks is too long," I mumbled.
"I agree."
"We should see each other every day."
"I agree."
I looked up at Caleb. "Are you going to agree with everything I say?"
Caleb chuckled, "I agr-”
I smacked his arm.
"Ow, ow, ok, ok! I won't say 'I agree'!" Caleb rubbed his arm, as if he were severely injured, and I rolled my eyes. Caleb chuckled, and then he strolled toward my suitcase and dragged it alongside him. "Let's go home."
I nodded and smiled. "Let's go home."
I sighed as I sat at my temporary desk, and I read through the reports. The office looks... not good. Caleb originally suggested that my office be closer to him, but I thought it would raise too much suspicion if I had an office so far from the other hunters.
It has already been three days, and we have gotten nowhere. Considering how slowly we are doing, I won't be surprised if it drags on for a month. Or longer.
As I reached for the next report, I found a plain envelope underneath the report I just picked up. Without thinking, I opened the letter.
I was expecting something more serious, but it turned out to be a ... love letter? The letter was typed and only contained a few sentences, saying how beautiful I am.
I rolled my eyes. Did Caleb gotten so bored that he wanted to send a love letter?
I was about to send him a picture of this letter when there was a knock on the door.
"Psst," I looked up and saw Tara poking her head in. "Lunch?"
I quickly stood up. "I forgot the time." Caleb did tell me that he won't be able to attend lunch with me because of meetings. Though I hoped he would get a chance to eat.
"Let's get lunch. Simone's coming?"
"Yea, she's at the cafeteria waiting for us."
"Let's go, let's go."
When we got to the cafeteria, I was low-key disappointed with the food they were serving. I didn't know whether Caleb had spoiled me too much or if the food was just not as appetizing.
"Those reports are horrendous." Simone raked through her hair. "Every word is like burning my eyes."
I sighed, "I agree, there are so many words to read and-"
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Tara, Simone, and I looked up to see a cadet.
Tara nervously laughed and nodded. The cadet said a quick thanks and sat next to me. "I've seen you a few times, but I never get the chance to say hi."
I nodded in acknowledgment but refused to engage in the conversation, making it awkward.
The cadet cleared his throat. "Are you available this weekend?"
"No, I'm planning to spend time with my boyfriend," I emphasized the word boyfriend.
"Your boyfriend is in Skyhaven?"
"Yea, he's a pilot for the DAA." Tara quickly said.
The cadet shrugged, "Just a pilot. I'm actually an officer in this Farspace Fleet." He points to his uniform as if it's something amazing. "In terms of ranking from our jobs, the Farspace Fleet outweighs the DAA, which makes me a higher rank than your 'boyfriend.'" The cadet draws an air quotation mark.
I narrowed my eyes. "Be careful of what you speak of. Also, Farspace Fleet and DAA are two different entities. That does not make you a higher rank simply because you work in the Farspace Fleet."
“I’m just saying. Farspace Fleet can go so much deeper into the deepspace tunnel while DAA could only venture so far in the deepspace tunnel. If I could pilot the aircraft, I certainly could-”
Hearing enough of this nonsense, I stood up. “I have to go back to work.”
“Me, too.” Tara quickly said, pulling Simone with her. “We all have to go to work.”
“But-” Before the cadet could get any words out, Tara, Simone, and I had already left the cafeteria.
Simone rolled her eyes. “Who did he think he was?”
“If he knew how reliable and amazing your boyfriend is, he’d shut his mouth real quick,” Tara added.
I giggled. I knew for a fact that if I casually mentioned that cadet, Caleb would definitely deal with it.
I felt like my soul had been sucked out of me. I finally understood why Caleb despised those meetings. A real memo of "This should've been an email" sort of meeting. Nothing was resolved, and yet it got dragged on for a couple of hours. Every few minutes, I would check my watch, just dreading this meeting would end.
These days had been almost normal. Work, go home with Caleb, wake up with Caleb, and work again. The investigation is drawing to a close. And I would leave to Linkon. Away from Caleb.
Then my mind wandered to those love letters and confessions. I forgot to tell Caleb about it. At first, I thought it was Caleb; however, the more letters I got, the more I realized the language used is not how Caleb would use it.
In some letters, it said something innocent, like how beautiful I am, while some other letters sound like stalking. They said that I looked beautiful at the plaza. The same plaza I went to the day before I got the letter.
While staring at those love letters, I was in a dilemma of whether to tell Caleb about them. Caleb had been busy. More times than not do I find myself alone in bed while Caleb is at the desk working on reports. There are some nights when I have to go home by myself because Caleb is stuck in a meeting. I thought this "vacation" would allow me to spend more time with Caleb, but I ended up spending less time.
As I was lost in thought about those love letters, I heard, "That'll conclude today's meeting," and I immediately felt a sense of relief.
I think I was the first person out of the conference room. I wasn't excited when the meeting ended.
Ok, maybe a little.
I was more excited to have lunch with Caleb. As I speed-walked to my office to grab the key to Caleb's office, I found a boxed lunch on the table.
I blinked.
I don't remember Caleb making lunch this morning. I remembered him saying that he should have time for lunch with me today. I checked my phone; no notification from Caleb. Which means that I am still having lunch with him. Why would there be a box lunch...
I opened the box, and it had confirmed that this isn't what Caleb would make. He knows what dishes I enjoy, and in every single lunch, there would be some sort of apple dessert, like apple pie or apple crisps. But this lunch has vegetables that I'm not a huge fan of. And the biggest giveaway of all is the cilantro. Caleb hated that vegetable like his worst archnemesis.
I closed the lunch and was about to toss it, but thought it was a waste. I walked out of the office with the boxed lunch and noticed, around the corner, a soldier was doing their guard duty routine. And I thought of an idea.
"Sir," I walked toward the soldier. "I think someone sent this to you."
The soldier looked confused, and I quickly shoved the boxed lunch into his hands. "Have a nice day, sir."
I quickly turned around and walked away before the soldier could protest.
I walked along the corridors, smashing the elevator button, as if it would make the elevator speed up. As soon as I stopped before the colonel's office, I quickly grabbed the key that Caleb gave me. Before I could use the key, the door swung open.
Both Caleb and I were surprised to see each other.
"I-I was going to pick you up." Caleb stuttered slightly.
I giggled, "Oooh, the colonel is planning to pick me up!" I said, full of sarcasm. "I'm so honored!"
Caleb rolled his eyes. "Keep up with your theatric antics." He moved slightly over, allowing me to walk into his office.
"Wouldn't it be weird to have a colonel picking a mere hunter?"
Caleb shrugged. "What are they gonna do? Question my authority?"
"What if-"
Caleb shuts the door and pokes my nose. "No what-ifs. Lunch is ready."
Caleb's office has an amazing view of Skyhaven with large floor-to-ceiling windows.
"I'm jealous. You have such an amazing office." I looked out the window, seeing the plane land and fly.
"I suggested that you have an office near me."
"I know, but I didn't want rumors of us floating around the fleet and the hunter's association."
Caleb looks over at the window, as if he understands what I'm trying to say. As much as we wanted to make our relationship public, we couldn't have Caleb's identity as a Farspace Fleet colonel out in public. Not only would it alert the higher-ups and EVER, who knows what other scandalous things could happen to us.
I looked over at the table near the windows and felt my mouth drooling, "those food looks better than whatever lunch that stalker gave me." My hand covered my mouth a moment too late.
I felt the room's temperature drop while goosebumps formed on my skin.
"Stalker?" Caleb asked, his voice dropping a couple of octaves. "Who's stalking you?"
"We should go eat." I quickly sat at the chair, trying to shift the conversation elsewhere.
Caleb chuckled, "Guess you are hungry." I internally sighed in relief that Caleb didn't press for more information. At this point, I'm not sure if I'm scared of that person who dropped love letters and a box lunch in my office.
I glanced at Caleb, trying to find any sort of facial expression, any sort of information he could give me by his body language. Much like his uniform, his face gave no information on what he'll do.
Nothing in this fleet gets past the colonel's eyes and ears. It is a common rumor that Farspace Fleet knew, as well as other fleets. The colonel of the Farspace Fleet is no ordinary person. He knows his fleet inside and out. Every new data, every new piece of information, and every new rumor - the colonel knows it all. It's almost as if he has eyes everywhere.
Another rumor is that Farspace Fleet's colonel is extremely strict. Some officers said that they had reports thrown at them for being a page less. Others say that they had to redo the entire report because it was missing one single number. And if you truly offend the colonel, well, let’s just say you’ll be lucky to survive the next day. Not one single officer dared to get on the colonel's bad side.
So imagine the soldiers' and officers' surprise when a cadet was called to the colonel's office. The entire room hushed; the only sound that was heard was the tablets and the computers' fans running.
"M-m-m-me?" The cadet pointed to himself.
The adjutant nodded. "Yes, the colonel asked you to come to his office."
It was never good when a colonel personally wanted to see someone. Last time, there was a female who impersonated an officer, and the colonel insisted on interrogating her himself. And she was never seen again.
The poor cadet could only nod his head and follow the adjutant to the colonel's office. While walking there, the cadet racked his mind for anything he had done that could offend the colonel. In fact, he offended the colonel so badly that he demanded to see him in his office.
The more the cadet walked, the more he started to shake. He started to think of thousands of things the colonel could do to him. He had heard many stories of those who betrayed the fleet and had gone missing. His fellow officers said those people are disposed. Gone. No longer exists.
"We are here." The adjutant opened the door.
The cadet gulped before walking inside. Then the door closes behind him.
The adjutant is outside the office.
From level 1-100, the cadet knew he was level 1000 screwed.
He salutes with his shaky figure, "Colonel." He inwardly winced at how pathetic he sounded. But the room felt cold, as if the room itself would swallow him whole.
The colonel looked up from his reports; his purple eyes gleamed. He puts down his pen and leans back into his chair, while looking at the cadet up and down. Then he clicked his tongue and picked up a stack of envelopes, tossing them at the cadet's feet. "Take those disgusting letters and toss them. If you write to her again, I will make sure you'll never see the light of day ever again."
The cadet blinked before picking up a letter. It was a confession he wrote to the hunter. She was indeed beautiful. The moment he laid eyes on her was the day he fell in love with her.
“Sir, I don’t understand. This is private; why would you-”
The colonel glared at the cadet, making him shrink back. “The hunter association is here to help with the investigation. Please refrain from harassing them. Harassment is not tolerated. Do I make myself clear?”
A small part of the cadet wanted to argue. But he wanted to survive. All he can do is nod his head. “Yes, sir.”
“Get out.” The colonel spat.
It felt like a dream. A nightmare, really. One second he was in the colonel's office, and next he was walking down the hallway.
He has survived.
He walked back to the training room. However, the more he thinks, the more upset he becomes. Here he was, openly expressing his feelings. How is this wrong? How is it so wrong that a colonel has to be involved?
Women are always playing hard to get.
It was the last day of the investigation. I handed the final reports to Caleb. Tara and Simone, as well as the other hunters, decided to hold a small party in Skyhaven.
“What time is this party?” Caleb asked while he read through the report.
I sat on the sofa near the window snacking on whatever Caleb has in his office. “Around five. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.”
“And you’re leaving for Linkon tomorrow morning?”
I shook my head. “The other hunters are leaving tomorrow morning, but I think I’ll leave the day after tomorrow. I don’t have work tomorrow, so I might as well use the entire day.”
Caleb smiled, “Sure, sure. I’ll be finishing up this report. My car is at the garage. I’ll pick you up after the party’s finished.”
“How would you pick me up if I have your car?”
“I can have someone drop me off. You don’t need to worry about it. Just remember that I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Yea, yea, sure.” I stood up and walked toward Caleb. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “I’ll wait patiently for my colonel to pick me up.” I peck him on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yea, see you later.” Caleb is so adorable with his ears so red.
I walked toward the garage, looking around for Caleb’s car. I stopped at the side while fishing for the key in my purse.
“Want a ride?” I heard a voice that sounded familiarly annoying and looked up. That damn cadet again.
“I have my own. Thank you.” I answered.
“Aw, c’mon.” He held out his car keys, and the car’s headlight flashed next to me. “It’ll be fun.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you trying to impress me with this garbage car that you have?”
“That’s a sports car, mind you.” The cadet huffed. “You were admiring it, so I thought you would want a ride in it.”
I took out the key that I had been fishing for. I should’ve put it in a better spot. I clicked it, and a light flashed further down the garage. “No need. As I said before, I already have a car.” I walked further down the garage before the cadet could say anything. Honestly, his voice is pissing me off.
“I bet your car is mid.”
I rolled my eyes again but didn’t answer. I stop before Caleb’s car and unlock it. The cadet stares at the car and then at me. “You own this car?”
“Duh.” I answered, fully knowing it’s Caleb’s car. “Come back when you own a better car than this and an aircraft.” I quickly shut the door, putting the radio on high volume, drowning his voice.
This dude is beyond annoying.
I waved goodbye to my colleagues and friends as I left the restaurant. I hummed a tune while I walked toward my parking spot.
“Hey.” I never rolled my eyes harder when I heard the same annoying voice.
I whipped around, “Are you stalking me? I will report you.”
The cadet smiled. “You already did. But please hear me out.”
“I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” I emphasized each word, hoping it would drill in his mind.
“I know, but can I not show that I’m a better fit?”
“No.” I huffed and walked toward my parking spot.
“C’mon, give me a chance.” I hear him walking toward me.
As soon as I got close to the car, I saw a figure near the car. I had a moment of heart attack until the figure moved like someone I knew very well.
Caleb.
I sigh in relief when Caleb is here. I ran toward him and wrapped my arms around him, pretending to be frightened. Caleb took one look at me and glared at the cadet. “Get in the car. I’ll deal with him.” I nodded and followed his instructions.
The cadet felt like he went through a deja vu. When her boyfriend confronted her, he felt like he was familiar with the feeling. The feeling of the air dropping several degrees and those glaring, cold purple eyes.
It was early in the morning. That morning, the cadet got called to the colonel’s office. Again.
All his colleagues and his officers all gave him the look. You already went to the colonel’s office once. Why would you do the same mistake to earn the presence again?
At first, the cadet truly doesn’t understand. How does his action constitute a meeting with the colonel?
The moment he listened to the colonel and looked at his eyes, it truly clicked.
The colonel’s eyes are the same eyes as her boyfriend’s.
She wasn’t just dating a normal DAA pilot. She was dating an ex-DAA pilot, now a Farspace Fleet colonel. Unfortunately, he learned that moment too late.
From that day forward, the fleet never saw that cadet again.
“So,” I asked while I walked through the train station with Caleb. “What happened to him?”
Caleb raised an eyebrow, “Who?”
I playfully rolled my eyes, “You know who.”
Caleb smirked, “Pipsqueak, you have to be more specific.”
“That cadet.”
Caleb shrugged, “Don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Caleb,” I said sternly.
“Pipsqueak,” Caleb said, playfully. He leaned in and pecked my lips, “He won’t bother you anymore. That’s all it matters.”
“You didn’t… right?”
Caleb smiled. But one of those scary, dark smile. “I didn’t.”
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What is their reaction when you give bad advice to "someone" as a prank? (No proofreading, as usual)
Sorry for the super long hiatus; I've been so busy. Working two jobs and school. I wish I could get paid by doing nothing.
"Oh, yea, don't worry. Some wanderers are docile. You can absolutely pet them."
You tried to hold your laughter when Xavier gave you the "are you sure" look.
"Yea, absolutely. Some wanderers are actually friendly. No, no, don't report it to the hunter's association. You'll lose that wanderer's trust!"
Xavier looked at you with wonder and muttered, "I didn't know you could befriend a wanderer."
You nearly laughed at his comment but quickly masked it with a cough. "Yea, you can eat wanderers. Xavier and I had tried it many times. Quite delicious in hotpot."
Xavier's eyes twinkle a bit. "You can eat wanderers? In hotpot?"
You bust out laughing, "No, Xavie, it's a prank. No, you can't eat wanderers."
Xavier's shoulder drooped a bit. "Oh."
"You... you weren't thinking of eating wanderers? Right? Right?!"
"Hey, girl!" a pause. "No, Zayne is busy."
Zayne slightly looked up from his computer screen for a moment before going back to his work.
"Yea, I can absolutely help you. What's up?" I tried to stifle your laughter. "Your chest hurts? What else?"
That caught Zayne's attention. Although he's not looking at you, you noticed his finger is no longer typing on the keyboard.
"You felt pressure in your chest? Difficulty breathing? Girl, I'm sure you're fine. I think you just pinched a nerve in your chest."
Zayne's head whipped up so fast. "Tell them to go to the ER." He whispered loud enough for you to hear.
"Zayne said don't go to the ER."
Zayne stood up from his desk and shook his head. "I absolutely did not say that." His voice was louder. "Please go to the ER to have it checked. The person you're on the phone with needs to eliminate the possibility of a heart attack and - "
"Zayne, Zayne, my love," You laughed, "It's a prank." Showing him the phone.
Zayne sighed in relief, "I thought you were going to indirectly kill someone with your horrible medical advice."
"Hey girl! What's up?" You peered at Rafayel, who was busy with his artwork that Thomas had made the deadline for to be tonight.
"You want to try oil painting? I know a lot about oil painting!"
"No, you don't. Quit lyin'."
"Don't worry about him. He's joking."
"No, I'm not. I don't think you ever oil-painted before. In fact, you only painted with me a grand total of eight times. That is not enough to be 'proficient in painting.'" Rafayel said, drawing air quotes.
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, girl, you can start oil painting on the printing paper."
"No, you can't!" Part of you is enjoying the entertainment, but part of you is slightly annoyed that Rafayel is interrupting every conversation you're having, even though technically, you're having a conversation with yourself.
"No, no, the oil paint is very heavy. No need to clean it, just leave it out and let gravity-"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Rafayel had jumped from his chair and bolted to your side. "DO NOT, AND I MEAN DO NOT, LEAVE PAINT ON YOUR BRUSH!"
You laughed and showed him your phone, "It's a prank!"
Rafayel rolled his eyes, "I was about to jump on you!"
"Hey, pookie!" You paused for a long time, as if the person on the other line was ranting while you stared at Sylus, who was cleaning his gun, for any change of expression. "No. What I would do is change the bullet for that gun to the next size up."
You nearly clicked your tongue at the lack of expression Sylus is giving you. "No, no, even though your gun says it can only hold eight bullets, you can most definitely shove more bullets in it. It's called time-efficient. You don't need to reload as much anymore."
You narrowed your eyes at Sylus, who continued to clean his gun without a care for the world.
"No, the silencer works horribly at close range. It's a great assassination weapon if used about three thousand meters out. It works great because it silences the entire gunshot sound, so no one can tell where you were shooting from."
"Sweetie, who are you talking to? Ghosts? And also, a silencer doesn't entirely silence a gunshot. It muffles most of the sound, which works great in close range."
You clicked your tongue, "you notice?"
"Of course I did. You were giggling about that prank last night instead of sleeping."
Party pooper.
"When's your flight?" You said into your phone to your imaginary friend on the supposed other line. "In three hours? You're nervous because it's stormy out and there might be turbulence?"
You looked over at Caleb, who was busy building his airplane model.
"I would change the flight if I were you. Planes are weak against storms, and a small turbulence equals a crash."
Caleb slowly looked over at you and mouthed, "I don't think you say that to a nervous flyer, and also, no, planes don't just crash when there's a small turbulence."
"Oh yeah, pilots sleep in the cockpit. Once the plane lifts off the ground, the pilot turns autopilot on, and they go to sleep."
"Pipsqueak, that is not how pilots fly their plane. And no, they don't sleep as soon as the plane takes off."
You laughed out loud, "It's a prank, Caleb!"
Caleb rolled his eyes while you clenched your stomach from laughter. "I was wondering why you would say that when I took you flyin so many times."
Thank you for reading!
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Description: Rafayel wants to mate, but first he has to get you in the mood...
Content/Warnings: Lemurian Rafayel x lemurian reader, established relationship, probably inaccurate depictions of lemurian biology and courting rituals, mating dances, sex in mermaid form (no protection), biting, dubcon elements
WC: 4.4k
Plop!
Your ears twitched at the quiet sound, a frown appearing between your brows as you dozed on your side.
Ears straining for a moment, you searched for a repeat of the annoying noise, but nothing came.
Your frown eased as you relaxed into the soft, warm sand beneath you once more.
Plop, Plop!
Your eyes snapped open, teeth grinding together, but you still didn’t turn to the source of the sound, even when a quiet whisper accompanied it.
“Beloved.”
“I’m trying to rest, Rafayel,” you sounded, frustrated. The last rays of sunlight were disappearing over the horizon and you wanted to bathe in their glow a little longer.
A small sound escaped the back of his throat in response, a little desperate and a little cajoling. You heard movement behind you and felt him sit on the sand, close enough for him to lean over and nuzzle your head with his tenderly, persuasively, begging you,
Pay attention to meeeeee
Salty water drops dripped onto your skin from his hair and you sighed irritably, wiping them away and finally turning to face your eager lover, unsurprised by the array of small gifts dropped in front of you.
Small, pretty stones, an array of shells, some carefully cradling iridescent pearls, even some cute bright orange starfish clinging to seaweed.
You looked upon them, unimpressed. When your gaze lifted to Rafayel’s face, he sat up straighter, an earnest, hopeful expression gracing his features.
“No,” you said simply, flipping over again to face away from him.
You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was making that crestfallen expression that resembled a kicked puppy. Still, you sensed him stand up and plod away and thought you had finally shaken him off- for a short while, at least.
You settled once more.
Most of the people had left the beach, save for a few stragglers that were all packed up and calling their young children out the water. The sky shone a beautiful purplish-pink, the last dot of bright yellow disappearing as the first few stars began to glitter above. The seagulls were quiet, preparing to rest for the night in the safety of their flocks.
The soothing lull of waves lapping against the shore accompanied you to slumber, eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones as you enjoyed the smell of the fresh sea breeze, completely at peace.
Plop!
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
You turned quickly and smacked Rafayel’s nose before hopping up and trudging into the waves, diving into them and disappearing into the water below.
…
“He is so annoying,” you communicated to a small red octopus, grumbling.
You were laying on your belly on the sandy seafloor, playing with a baby octopus who was having fun darting in and out of different coral, daring you to catch it.
“I know it’s almost ebb time, but I just wanted to have fun and relax today. We don’t get to go on vacation often, you know?” But all day Rafayel had been cuddled up to you, clinging to your skin like a barnacle to a ship. Whenever he wasn’t stuck to you, it was only because he was out in the reefs and tide pools searching for little courtship gifts to entice you into mating.
You were fed up. You weren’t in the mood yet he still kept trying.
Your dark blue tail swished against the sand irritably, chin propped in one hand as you frowned. “Our ebb times have been synced for a long time now, so why is it only him who is acting so needy?”
You squished the little octopus’ head and it stretched out a tentacle from the yellow coral, wrapping around your finger.
You sighed and shook the annoyance from your mind, focusing on the creature.
“You know, up there they have a hundred different delicious ways to cook you.”
The octopus froze before quickly darting back into a hole.
You chuckled. “It’s okay, come out, I won’t eat you…”
An eye peeked through one of the tiny holes in the coral, suspicious.
You sobered your expression, trying not to laugh. “I swear to the god of tides. You wouldn’t be a satisfying meal, in the first place.”
It tentatively emerged once more, slowly sticking to your palm and peering up at you.
“What should we name you…” you murmured. “Raf and I already have a fish named Reddie. Hmm… should we name you ‘calamari’?”
Calamari blew bubbles at you unhappily, wrapping its thin tentacles around your wrist tightly and suctioning. It felt like a small bug landing on you.
You laughed at its expression. It was too cute. It almost reminded you of Rafayel when he was pouting.
“Hahahahaha-”
Your laughter abruptly halted as you sensed him enter the water. The octopus jittered, clearly also sensing the shift in the water as the god of the sea transformed beneath the waves.
You turned away, muttering “this horny fish” under your breath.
It didn’t take long for Rafayel to find you.
He swam through the reefs, gliding between coral branches and giant clams, finding you rested beside a yellow diploria on the seafloor. Your gazes met and you scowled up at him, delicate ear fins fluttering in warning. Sending signalled vibrations through the water. He could almost hear your voice.
Don’t even try it.
Yeah, he was sure if he tried to get close to you the best he would receive was a scratch from your sharp claws.
He thought for a moment- as much as he could with how itchy his blood felt beneath his skin. His scales twitching felt unbearable, his head hot and heavy even submerged in the cool water.
An idea formed in his mind. It had been a while since he had done this for you- not since your first mating- but it was what his body was designed for, afterall. Why his tail was brighter and glossier than yours, a stunning mix of blue and silver created to attract his lifemate. His fins large and fanning his sides, the fluke of his tail expansive as it caressed the water.
You were turned away from him, but upon feeling strange waves emanating in pulses through the water, you turned back with a frown, unadmittedly curious as to what he was up to now.
Above the bright coral reefs, the pale moon casted its glow through the water’s surface, shining upon the beautiful merman whose arms were arched above his head, smooth silvery scales shimmering down his body in ripples.
His lean body seemed to gleam as his long, sinewy tail gracefully moved in slow, rhythmic pulses, every scale all the way up to his ribcage and collarbones catching the moon’s light.
As he began his mating dance, even the little octopus wrapped around the tip of your webbed finger was blushing.
You shook it off, irritated. Quickly swimming past Rafayel, you blew a bubble at him and swished your tail in his face.
As if you were going to give in that easily.
He didn’t move from his place even after being rejected. He knew you too well. Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to help yourself and you’d return to look. You just had your pride.
It had been a while, but instinct guided him in the dance.
His body twisted through the water, arms gracefully accompanying each movement, each motion an attempt to convince your attention and put on a display for you. He knew, wherever you were hiding amongst the coral, you could feel the vibrations of him carrying through the water. He could imagine you shivering as each pulse glided over your sensitive scales, every movement a call to your instincts to return to him and tangle with him endlessly. Telling you,
Beloved, I’m here. Accept me.
Come, let me hold you.
Come, dance with me.
Sure enough, he soon felt your eyes on him again, peering through branches of coral in the same way hordes of fish and sea creatures were, dozens of pairs of eyes locked on the ethereal merman.
Spurred by his mate’s attention, Rafayel’s side fins fluttered, creating eruptions of bubbles and small whirlpools around him. He swept through the water, strong tail swaying. He twirled as he arced upwards, back arching for rays of moonlight to kiss the pale expanse of his stomach.
You watched him carefully from your hiding place, searching for any small mistake in his courtship dance, but as usual, he was perfect. A true work of art in his every movement.
When his tail swished, your lower belly tightened. When his wrists twisted in an intricate movement above his head, fingerpads slowly touching, your heart jittered. Pride was slowly and unwittingly leaking from you.
Chin held high, he was every inch the god of the sea. Resplendent and majestic, he knew how beautiful he looked. How irresistible and alluring.
Every motion was smooth, designed perfectly to impress you. You felt the rhythm of the sea in his dance, how intense his love and desire was for you, as endless as the sky littered with stars above.
His scales rippled, tail undulating as powerful hips rolled. Little mating clicks came from his throat, punctuating the intentions of his movements.
A low, humming sound rumbled from your chest, involuntary and quiet, but carrying straight to Rafayel, alerting him to your position. His eyes immediately locked on you, hidden low between the coral and seagrass.
His pink lips tilted in a soft smile. A patient, serenely divine smile that hid the lava bubbling in his veins.
But his eyes… they couldn’t hide it.
Long lashes lowering, they framed eyes glowing a bright purple-blue hue, irises snapping with intensity as his own rumbles echoed from his chest in response to you, urging you to come to him and let him take you.
Swallowing hard, a slight sound of distress left you. Without even touching you, his gestures were wrapping around your body and mind, immersing you in scalding memories of how it felt to become one with him. As a last-ditch effort, your head turned away, gills quivering.
But you were helpless. How could you face away when there was something so entrancing before you? Your eyes were soon drawn back to him as if an invisible hand was pulling your chin.
Watching you from below heavy lids, he immediately recognised when your expression shifted from disciplined to sultry and inviting. Haloed by the moon, he subtly moved forward, sharp eyes watching your every movement. How even that small action had your throat stuttering, chin dipping inadvertently in submission before your mind had completely warmed.
Your fins trembled as you whimpered, blood rushing to your fingertips and head. Your lower stomach knotted in response to his sounds, how low and animalistic they were. They shot straight through you to your most private parts.
Defeated, a slow leak of pheromones floated through the water from you to him, a clear and familiar signal to him that you were ready for mating.
The chemicals sunk through his skin and his fins fluttered even faster, heartbeat quickening, instincts excited. Enough of the back and forth. He quickly swam to you, immediately wrapping you in a tight hug.
Tone tender and husky for such a fierce grip, he whispered against your lips,
"Bushiaĝen."
You groaned, hating how much you loved how warm he was as he cradled you to him, one strong arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders as the other slithered around your waist, head buried in your neck to smell you.
A long whining sound left his throat as your heady scent completely engulfed him, desperate, open-mouthed kisses placed to the column of your neck as the two of your twirled upwards, tails naturally entangling, his longer and thicker than your own.
The two of you embraced one another, not yet mating, but hugging and nuzzling- a new dance, meant for intimacy and foreplay rather than showing off. Your heads rubbed together, little sounds reverberating from both of you, responding to one another in a perfect duet. Your eyes shut as he kissed your forehead, ears and chin, licking and sucking the delicate flesh.
Any sea creatures looking upon this sight would have seen two halves of a whole- the sea god cradling his bride close, whispering words of soft, sensual encouragement to her. Words only meant to be shared between the two of them. There was no room for anything between them, bodies tightly entwined as he held her protectively, possessively.
The sounds erupting from your chest steadily grew louder and higher, distressed as if you couldn’t stand another moment without being joined to him in the most intimate of ways.
Rubbing against him more, you signalled what you needed, that you were ready. His side fins stuck to your tail tighter, wrapping around you to protect you and keep you close. The sigh you released was dreamy, pleased with his affection. Resting to him, you let him carry your full weight. Your bodies curved up, his sturdier one wrapping around you completely to ensure you felt safe, hums of reassurance cascading from him as he stroked the small, firm scales on your back.
You didn’t want to let go, but you both felt too exposed to any dangers lurking- not to mention you didn’t want to be interrupted. It was a male lemurian’s role to find a suitable place for breeding, so Rafayel took your hand.
You easily followed, intrigued. Your own blood felt itchy now, want surging stronger whenever the two of you were separated by rows of tall coral and rock as you swam through pure blue waters, reuniting to nuzzle like two magnets unable to part.
A large, intricate orange sea fan separated the two of you, your eyes locking through it. The scales on the sides of your breasts shivered. His eyes were glowing blue, instincts completely taken over. Quickly swimming past the sea fan, he circled beneath you to nuzzle your belly.
He led you further out into the ocean, to cooler waters where coral couldn’t grow. But you didn’t feel cold. Even when you met a drop-off and he led you downward- far, far, down until the blue water darkened completely. With the sun asleep for the night, the water was almost black, but both of you could see and sense each other, right by each other’s sides.
Flesh and blood hot, your scales were turning a darker, midnight blue, your own desire rising with it. You made a little noise, impatient and wanting his touch all over you again.
He responded instantly with reassurance, clicking his tongue at you, letting your hand go to wrap an arm around your waist.
Finally, he led you to a cave etched deep into the side of the underwater rock cliff, nudging you inside quickly. Flicking the tip of your tail against his chin, he was met with a flirtatious beckoning smile before you disappeared inside.
He followed, both of you swimming as deep as the cave went, sensing the snug rock walls surrounding you. If eggs were nurtured from your union, you would carry them until you found a place like this. Deep, dark, quiet, safe. You would lay them there, taking turns with Rafayel to watch them until the hatching.
In the depths of the ocean, all was quiet. So deep you could no longer hear the waves above.
It was perfect.
You made a noise of approval, happy with the place he had chosen, and he latched onto you from behind, large palms splayed to your belly as your tails wrapped around each other once more.
Tilting your head back, your lips met in a sweet kiss, just touching to express affection. It was only when his hands started stroking your sides, deepening the mood again, that you turned in his embrace to kiss him deeper, sliding your tongue between his lips to meet his own. Your saliva mixed, sharp teeth lightly scraping each other’s lips.
He allowed you to kiss him as you liked, reciprocating easily and not fighting for a more dominant position, hoping it soothed you as his hand rubbed lower.
He found the place where your scales had softened as your arousal grew, the slit-like opening exposed.
You moaned softly, trembling as he rubbed the entrance. It was a different kind of wet- more slippery, allowing two of his fingers to immediately sink in.
The whimpers in the cave grew louder, swallowed in Rafayel’s mouth as your hands tangled in his soft hair. He prodded your entrance, slowly retracting and inserting his fingers, testing your wetness, how deep you would allow him.
You were warm and wet inside, your natural slick gooey and inviting. Soft, encouraging sounds left your throat, growing whinier when you felt his own sex rub against you. Hard and exposed from his slit, it was large and the same silver-blue as his tail, growing darker at the tip that was rubbing against your opening. You smelled him, too. Natural lubricant was leaking from the tip of his penis, sticky and musky with a hint of the same scent that emanated from the blood running beneath his skin.
It didn’t help your impatience, only heightening your arousal until your entire body buzzed, slit squeezing tight around his fingers.
Cradling his head in your arms, you held him close, nibbling and gnawing on his shimmering purple ear fins. You wanted to beg him to hurry up, to press his chest to yours and fill you completely. But he didn’t make you wait long, just as desperate as you. You had made him wait the whole day, after all, ignoring every one of his courtship offerings. It wasn’t possible to tease or delay any longer. Now, he just wanted to bury himself in your warmth and thrust until his seed spilled inside you over and over. Until you smelled completely of him and him of you.
You lost the ability to speak as his tip pushed in, the first few inches unbearably thick as they stretched your entrance.
Whining, you pushed on his chest. It was always so much when you were in your lemurian forms. He was more elegantly built as a human, and the two of you had spent most of your time as humans recently, so you needed time to adjust again.
But it wasn’t an adjustment he was willing to be patient for. A sound rippled through the water from deep in his chest. Somewhere between a growl and a hiss- sternly warning you to stay still, more animalistic and hostile than he was in human form- just as he bit into the shell of your ear and pushed inside you completely.
Lemurians had always been a race that relied on strength, intelligence, creativity and deep bonds regardless of gender, but when it came to mating, particularly around heat times, males were typically more aggressive and dominant, needing their partner latched to them without hesitation.
Your body quickly gave up any resistance, swallowing him whole, the fronts of your tails pressed tightly to each other’s.
You both moaned at the feeling, burying into each other’s necks. The connection felt wonderful. Overwhelming as it was, it also sated the bottomless, primal craving gripping your centre. He allowed you that small moment of reprieve, a mere whisper of a moment, before he began grinding against you.
Sturdy arms wrapped around your torso, enveloping you completely as Rafayel kissed the side of your face, biting your earlobe and jaw, stuttered moans escaping him as he rubbed inside you. Your arousal coated him completely, every crease and fold of your insides dragging along his length as he moved.
The feeling was unbearable for you. Incredibly sensitive, all you could do was hold him tight and lick long stripes across the gills on his neck, tangling the tip of your tail around him securely.
“Is it good? Tell me I’m making you feel good. You’re so wet inside, so perfect- you liked my dance, didn’t you? I’ll dance for you whenever you desire, beloved…”
You were surprised he could still communicate. He looked far gone, eyes dark and pupils dilated, his chest rumbling against yours. He was holding you so tightly it felt as though he wanted to merge you into him.
You twitched around him, nodding helplessly as you buried your head in his bicep, nuzzling the skin there.
It was good. So, so good. You couldn’t stop licking his skin, every inch from his arms to his face. Your insides pulsed around him, the stretch now welcomed as your bodies continued to join.
Shockwaves of pleasure rippled through Rafayel’s body, making him more aggressive. His strokes became quicker, rougher. Clouds of water swirled around the two of you.
Everything was still outside the cave, so dark and quiet time seemed to stand still. But within, every inch of you was on fire. Tails entangled, the two of you refused to part. He whispered lemurian words into you, sweet words in rough tones, groaning gutturally when you scratched down his muscular back, nails digging into skin.
You were so pretty. So, so pretty. His female. He couldn’t hold onto an ounce of sanity, not with you slick and dripping, surrounding him and entirely engulfed by him.
He was so deep, your tight sex welcoming his cock, eating him alive as the urge to claim you, to mark you, sent insistent aches through his gums. Then, everyone would know who you belonged to. Who satisfied you. Who you allowed into your body over and over again. The only male that could touch you, mate you and spill inside you.
So deep beneath the waves, there was no room for ridiculous human logic. That was an entirely different world that didn’t exist in the cave. There was only the sounds of bodies coming together, doting and anguished all at once. The heady scent of male and female pheromones swirling together in an intoxicating concoction that spurred piercing, brutal thrusts.
Hissing, you clawed at his chest, upset at a particularly puncturing thrust. He met your dark, slitted eyes with his own unforgiveable pair, blue glowing in the cave’s blackness. Instead of easing on you, his arms tightened, squishing you to his chest.
There was no getting away. You weren’t sure if you wanted to. The instincts pounding beneath your flesh had your tail squeezing his tighter, closer. Wild, agonising moans poured from your mouth as sharp teeth latched onto your shoulder and bit down hard.
Rafayel felt your entire body freeze up, rigid for one moment before you went completely limp for him to do as he pleased. Slurred moans flowed from you, head swimming with pleasure at his show of claiming. The stinging pain coursing through you swirling with desire, heightening the emotions, the attraction, the mind-numbing instinctual surges of bodies crashing together like waves upon the shore.
Ah, it was bliss. Your insides clung to him, sticking to him and refusing to let go. His spine felt like it had been stung, his entire body trembling and sensitive as his muscles tightened with the need for release.
You knew he was close when his movements grew even more frenzied. You pushed your hips forward to meet his quicker.
He cupped your neck, groaning “beloved” before sweeping your lips into a kiss that made your scales flutter. The tears that sprung in your eyes quickly floated away and merged with the swirling dark water surrounding the two of you.
The grinds of him inside you stuttered in their pace, lips breaking away at the overwhelming pleasure as he came. Spurts of hot seed poured deep inside you, gushing into your womb. His hips gave small, uncontrollable thrusts as you tightened around him, milking every drop of the thick liquid he gave you.
You moaned and held him to you tighter, every female instinct within you completely satisfied at the feeling of him filling you. You were sated- for now, at least.
But he wasn’t.
You floated for a while together, letting the water carry the two bodies that were curled around each other, but it wasn’t long before he was using his stronger body to manoeuvre you to the sandy cave floor, your insides still twitching and sensitive with every movement.
But he didn’t seem to care about that. He always lost a bit of finesse around ebb time. As soon as you touched the floor, his hips were moving again, stroking deep, telling you everything you needed to know.
We’re not done yet.
You made me wait so long… it’ll also be a long time before we’re finished.
I want to stay down here with you forever. Just us. Do you like that?
I love you, I love you, I love you, I want to give you everything. Take it all. Take everything I give you.
Lemurians typically spent days mating around ebb time, little need for food or sustenance, the only thought piercing through pleasure-dazed, cloudy minds the constant urge to join with their mate and breed until the male’s seed took.
For hours, the two of you stayed like that in the cave, the ocean the only witness to your love. You didn’t part for the entire night, staying closely locked in intimacy, a mess of tails and limbs, heated kisses and powerful thrusts.
Neither of you were willing to part, even falling asleep with your tails tangled in the brief moments of rest he allowed. His tail would be securely wrapped around yours, his cock still buried deep, enjoying the feel of how velvety you felt inside with so much of his silky cum filling you.
He would wake you with little kisses and bites to your neck, silently telling you,
It’s time to open your eyes, beloved… let’s make love again.
It was only when the sun awakened once more, and the first rays of golden light pierced the dark waters outside the cave, that you two slowly swam out. He guided you back towards the light, swimming straight up to where bright light broke through the surface of the ocean.
He stopped at the top of the drop-off, just before the reef area where sea creatures bustled.
You tilted your head curiously, smiling when he cupped your cheeks to press one last kiss to your lips, gently touching your foreheads together once more, reaffirming your bond sweetly after a night of frenzied passion.
The deep sound you loved rumbled from his chest, conveying everything he wanted you to know. You nuzzled into his neck in response, his own chin dipping to nuzzle you back affectionately.
If anyone was on the beach so early in the morning, they would have seen two long tails in the shallows, slowly retracting into two pairs of legs as frothy waves crashed upon them. Two people, still holding each other close.
If I'm the bully why use my dividers in the first place ? Also, an almost non-existent blog just to reblog my Masterpost ? How much free time do u ACTUAL bullies have ?
Lol people should just check her blog and look at what kind of asks she answers and make a judge of character ! Because I don't talk shit here about people. I was never involved in such shitty behaviour unless people came to me talking behind each other's back.
Again, I'm just here to make and share dividers but some people are too full of themselves, they just want to hog all the credit for themselves without putting in the work !
I didn't ask anyone to fight with someone for using my dividers. I only ask people to let me know if someone is not providing credits. And people who have no work on here, have made a job out of it by bullying people and they are anons so even I have no idea who's doing that. I never supported anyone to speak in my place ! I don't support bullying and I'm not involved with anything as such.
Ever since my last post about bullying I've turned anon off, so now they've found a new way to get to me :)
It is common sense to credit artists when you use their work. They took the time to make those arts, so we should take the time to credit them. The fact that some people in this world feel entitled to someone else's work is disgusting. Please report the blog @thegirlwithpurpleeyes. They have not only not credited an artist for dividers but also continue to harass others who support the artist.
NOTE: I This idea has been resting in my brain for a while but the right words didn't come to me until literally yesterday while I was feeling really emotional lol. I hope I did it justice! xx
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No, I won't be mad at all if you come back. My apartment keypad still has your fingerprint programmed in it too so just… come here if you need some place safe to stay. Come home to me. I just- I just want you to be safe, alright?
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
-know that won't help. Here, just give me the phone, okay?
Caleb! Caleb, it's meeee! No, Zayne, wait I need to tell him- You're an asshole, Caleb! The dumbest asshole alive. Ha no you can't even do that right! You're the dumbest asshole who's DEAD. I can't believe you've just left me here to-
Hey hey, easy there. Deep breaths, yeah? No, it's alright I've got your hair tied back. That's it, in and out- Shh, it's okay to cry, just let it out.
'm sorry I dint meanto drink s'much. I just m-miss him and I'm soangryathimand-
I know you do. I'm going to flush the toilet and get you a toothbrush, okay? Give me the phone so we can get you to bed. You've got to let go of it, that's it-
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
Hi Caleb. It's me. Zayne and I got back from our trip to Snowcrest today. Is it stupid that part of me thought you might be in here when I got back? Just.. in the kitchen, cooking up a snack for us. Ugh, it probably is, but I sometimes… I get this feeling in my chest that you're nearby and it- it gets to me.
Anyway, grandma's headstone is getting installed tomorrow and… I still haven't picked yours. I'm not sure what you... I just d-don't want you to like, haunt me for picking something bad, y-you know? Shit. B-bye.
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
I finally buried you today. At the cemetery in Linkon. To help me move on or bring closure, I guess. Burying an empty fucking casket doesn't feel like closure though, I have to admit. I didn't even invite anyone. It was just me and the funeral home workers.
I'm sorry if you wanted that to be different, I just really- I wanted to have that time with you to myself. Things are getting crazier at work. And with Ever. I don't think you have any idea how deep their blood money runs, Caleb, it's crazy. But I will get to the bottom of it. You said I'd be a great Hunter and I'm going to prove you right.
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll-
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but-
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak-
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
I just got a notice that your voice mailbox is almost full. I guess that makes sense, though if you're not there to delete them and all… Maybe that'll make this easier to say…? Please don't hate me but- but I think I need to stop calling you for a while. Grandma left all these documents behind, and I just went to the N109 Zone of all places? And I think I'm actually close to figuring out… well a lot of things. Just know that I'm still thinking about you, okay? Bye.
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
I was just thinking back on all the messages I've left and I realized… have I ever mentioned how much I miss you? In case I didn't, I miss you, Caleb. I miss you and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret making you walk inside the house first. I should've realized something was going on. I never should've let you go in there without me… and now all I deserve is to sit here, alone, and miss you forever because of it.
Now, you dummy! Ow, okay okay, I'm doing it. Hey it's Caleb! And pip-squeak. Can't answer the phone right now but leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to ya soon. There, now you can stop houndin' me abou-
I can't sleep. It's like, 3? Almost 4 in the morning and I'm wearing the sweater you gave me when you started high school. I can't believe high school you was the size of adult me....
Whenever I find myself forgetting small things like that I scroll back as far as I can in my photo reel so I can see you. Like, remember the hedgehog we found in the neighborhood? And your hands got so bloody from the prickles because I made you carry it to the park so it wouldn't get run over? You'd always do the craziest things for me… what did I do for you? Nothing, it feels like. Not enough. Just know that if you came back I'd be everything for you. I'd make you happy and keep you safe and a-alive and tell you how much I lov-
The voicemail box you have reached is full and cannot accept any more messages.
The voicemail box you have reached is full and cannot accept any more messages.
The voicemail box you have reached is full and cannot accept any more messages.
It's not because you dislike his bionic arm. In the daytime, you like to hold him there and press kisses all over the skin that can't feel—just to show him that he hasn't changed in your eyes. But at night, you make sure to sleep on his left side.
Caleb is usually loud, always talking and laughing when he's in your presence. When he falls asleep, your skin prickles with unease.
You like to see him relaxed and at peace, but sometimes you swear he looks a little bit too peaceful. Like all he's missing is a tux and bouquet to complete the unsettling image of a too-silent Caleb you never got to bury a year ago.
Though you're no stranger to silence—especially the kind that followed like a heavy fog no matter how you tried to distract yourself from it—you can't handle it now. Not after he came back from the dead.
Perhaps it's silly, but paranoia eats at you when his breathing evens out to a point you can only strain to hear. You need a sign that he's still alive when he goes quiet and drifts off.
So you stay on his left, curling your fingers around his inner wrist and brushing absentminded circles over the prominent vein there.
Tonight, you get lost in the feeling of him, your other hand landing on his cheek in a soft caress. His skin is warm, and for some reason you weren't expecting the heat.
His pulse kicks faster under your fingertips along his wrist. The spike makes something in your chest loosen. It's okay. He's still here.
You pull his hand off the bed and press your lips to his pulse point—just a whisper of a kiss—soft enough that you think it won’t wake him.
A quiet gasp interrupts the stillness. Moonlight catches on the flutter of his dark lashes before he meets your somber gaze.
“Sorry. Thought you were asleep,” you murmur. A smile tugs at your lips now that you've been pulled from that weird residual grief you're still learning how to get over.
“I was trying,” he teases. He's still playful, even when you're sure he can see something is bothering you. “But it’s hard when you’re…”
He doesn’t finish that thought. He changes the subject too fast, like he always does, putting the spotlight back on you.
“Pips," he whispers, "what was that kiss for?"
Your stomach flutters at how breathless he sounds. Did your touch really affect him that easily?
For a second, you wonder just how much you should reveal. With a hum, you softly reply, "It was a 'thank you.'"
He frowns, like he’s about to ask what for. You decide to save him the trouble.
“For coming back to me.”
That's all you need to say.
His fingers intertwine with yours, forcing you to move on from his fluttering heartbeat and allow him to squeeze your hand reassuringly instead. His lips meet your knuckles, mirroring the same softness of your earlier kiss to his wrist. All the while, his careful gaze never leaves your face.
When he finally parts, he promises, "I always will."
So after watching Xavier's myth yesterday I have many thoughts. I'm going to try and articulate my theories and thoughts in as best of an order as I can but no promises because my brain is literally all over the place😭
I'm just gonna talk about bits and pieces of this myth that I screenshotted and pinned in my brain because fuckkkk there's so much and low-key if I'm gonna actually ever go through everything in this myth one day I'm gonna have to rewatch it so many times and I'm not mentally prepared for that.
These themes of "eternity" and Philos' obsession with it is something I've always found interesting. This is an argument of "we should strive for eternity through sacrificing others to help the masses" and "what's the point of chasing eternity when it comes at the cost of other's lives?"
Xavier is the literal embodiment of the second point because he sees no reason to chase after eternity if the cost of it is people's lives and humanity, which is a huge theme in this myth. He consistently questions the status quo because he hates being confined to a "role" and not being given choice to live out the life you sought for yourself. Especially when it comes to matters where it affects MC and her freedom.
The need for eternity comes at the expense of loosing one's humanity and being stuck in a cycle that will eventually not be sufficient enough because they’re scarfing people who believe in this philosophy to do so. It's not right. Something like this shouldn't exist, which is what Xavier realizes and he's willing to become a hated king in order to prove that point and stop the cycle.
This line basically sums up why Xavier does what he does.
MC sacrificing herself was only a temporary solution to a problem that needed a much more permanent solution, which was the destruction of Philos.
He says it himself that her people forgot about her and her sacrifice years later because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. The planet is bound to be doomed no matter how many sacrifices and no matter how prosperous it may seem because the planet will require more people, more sacrifices and its greed will grow until it swallows the planet and the people whole.
Obligations to keep sacrificing parts of yourself for people who only care for themselves and chasing a false hope is what Xavier and subsequently MC fight against because eternal life isn't salvation, it's a prison that keeps people stagnant and greedy, which consumes and eats at people as they try to maintain it.
I think this was the moment I realized the Ferryman was their former teacher because I was so lost as to why he seemed so familiar and was also possibly the only other alive person in this kingdom.
I think Xavier despite knowing that MC might not remember him because she didn't the first time after her reincarnation when they met as knights still wants to be by her side in any capacity he can as he did before even if their meeting now isn't as convenient.
He doesn't mind the reputation he's built for himself as long as she's there and he can keep the past mistakes from repeating with her death. He keeps his cold demeanor and only lets softer sides of himself shine when warranted with her because deep down he wants her to remember him and for them to be together.
Now I just found this entire scene cute as fuck if I'm being honest😭
The amount of lightseeker callbacks killed me but I was loving it.
Even though I almost chucked my phone when MC saw Lightseeker Xavier, I was still geeked.
Because right here, Xavier is saying the same thing queen MC said in his lightseeker myth when they were both knights. She told him to forget the girl who he was so hung up on because if she can't care to remember him or no longer be by his side, then he should let go.
Xavier saying basically the exact same thing but about whatever guy she used to say she liked is fucking hilarious.
They’re telling each other to forget about each other and be with each other at the same time because they both imply they’re a better option than their past selves😭
THEY’RE SO CUTE OMGGG
And the constant mention of Uluru is so sad because that was supposed to be THEIR HOME. He calls it "our little planet" because it issssssss.
I feel like this revelation is so important because again it shows the pretense of eternity and the lengths people have had to go to to keep up with the greedy demands the planet required. They no longer kept it a secret, but made it seem it was noble of the people to sacrifice themselves for their planet and people (that's such a nationalist and war propaganda move omg). They used that to disguise the inherent selfishness of such a thing.
This scene just...hurt because what do you mean her grave is in Uluru😀
And what do you mean he didn't make it back to MC on time so she died without knowing his true feelings for her😀
He looks so SAD and I fucking DIED watching this shit.
I cannot begin to imagine what was going on in his mind coming back to this and having to be king after her too.
MC remembering bits and pieces of her past then all of it was such a cruel thing to watch unfold because her soul remembers Xavier and all they’ve been through, but she can't remember it all and wonders who she is.
Her realizing she reincarnated and has been in the "heart" of Philos before she woke up in Sindersfell is so interesting because she quite literally described being there as being engulfed in darkness and basically feeling empty for centuries. This shows how terrifying and dark these sacrifices were because they give a sense of dread and regret.
Her thinking of what Xavier went through and the utter loneliness in his rule and decision to "betray" his people is so depressing. He took on the role knowing in the end it will end in his hatred and destruction of his planet, but persisted either way for MCs sake because he knew it was the only way to end the cycle of death and slaughter that would befall the planet.
He hardened his heart and resolve in order to carry on because he himself has said that those with kind hearts can't rule or go as far as he can because of the fact that he keeps people at a distance and does what he does.
It's the same even in the current timeline where he still walks on a path of death and slaughter and often closes his heart to most because he's willing to carry such heavy burdens if it means protecting those he cares for the most and having them still live out their kindness.
And her referring to him as "My knight" is disgustingly romantic and intimate because it shows that Xavier is someone she considers her protector and someone who is always by her side, even in her death.
The line the bishop says and the prayer recited is so powerful and gut wrenching because Xavier hears of this prayer recited over and over and he connects it back to MC and how her death was meaningless because like it's stated, it is a false faith. It is bound to be meaningless because sacrificing your freedom and will for the sake of a dying planet. It reveals his resolve to keep going and protect the person he loves any way he can.
Lightseeker myth reference #497
Carrying her on his back, talking about Uluru, saying how their swords should point in the same direction, MC asking if the rumors that he turned down marriage proposals oh my god I would not win a yearning competition with this man
300 fucking years waiting for this woman after her death and he was so serious about that like oh my god.
Now this is where my nerd brain started to fucking explode because this tells me I was right that this myth is a future timeline just an alternate future.
It is not inherently connected to the current 2048 timeline where hunter Xavier and MC are in, but it is the one that created that timeline.
Now I'm the kind of bitch that loves multiverses and multiverses that affect other timelines and oh bitch this was chefs kiss.
Because what you're telling me is that in this timeline, Xavier was able to return to Philos after his Traceback mission, which meant that he succeeded in being king, but it resulted in the destruction of Philos by his hand because he was trying to end the cycle of sacrifices.
And MC reincarnated and realized that in the current timeline she's in, there is no saving Philos and the timeline they inhabit, but there is a possibility to save it in another, which means going back in time to a different era, the current one we are in right now and Xavier getting trapped in is the only viable option.
Now I don't know exactly how that's gonna save Philos and what it will mean for current XavierMC but I'm soooo excited to find out and hope it's gonna be in the next main story update.
MC deciding to go back in time because her trust in Xavier and the fact they can save Philos together is so beautiful because she just wants to be with her man😭😭😭
This scene almost had me in tears because after Queen MC and King Xavier's world collapsed, I'm assuming this is the current Lightseeker timeline we were aware of before this myth.
The fact that Xavier's definition of eternity is more human and kind of in a way respects people and their autonomy more is so cool to me.
And Xavier's mom telling him that he doesn't have to follow what others set up for him when choosing the kind of life he wants is so beautiful because we can see the difference in relationship between his mother and father even if it was small glimpses that she had a better understanding of him and the fact he is the kind of person to question tradition and what expectations are put onto him. She hasa more open mind and wants him to just be happy no mater what that may look like. She encourages him to find something he feels worth fighting for and forging a path that he chooses.
I even saw someone say they think the tree thanking MC for choosing him is his mother and I almost imploded at the thought.
This ending fucked with me because this is MC just being sure that Xavier is gonna find her and be with her no matter where he goes and for how long. They can always rely one another to fall for each other and be by each other's side till the (VERY) bitter end.
It truly gives so much more depth to their relationship and the devotion that they share for one another because they've quite literally seen the end of the world together and decided that even when they meet other versions of themselves, they're gonna choose each other each and very single time and get through everything together.
"Our swords should be pointing in the same direction"
"We will always be together"
"Once they're used to caring for each other, they'll never be apart"
"Our little planet"
The constant promises they make to each other and see them through is so beautiful and makes the current XavierMC so much more intimate because now they don't have as many obstacles stopping them from being able to be together or fully express their true feelings and selves with one another.
In this life they’re able to show sides of themselves they don't often show others, learn more about who they are as people outside of their pasts, have moments that last with each other and live the peaceful life all their past selves had longed for and that’s making my ass tear up a bit so I'm gonna stop😭.
Man this myth took 5 years off my lifespan it's so good I genuinely can't look at MC and Xavier's relationship the same again after this.
And in my head, king Xavier and queen MC made it to Uluru and live the rest of their days in a small cabin and are ALIVE and HAPPY in another life because I said so and they DESERVE a happy ending because they’re now my top 3 fave XavierMc versions.
Unpopular opinion: the new Raf myth is hot, but my favorite myth is still abysswalker. The new myth would've top every single myth if Raf used his hip sway in good use. Iykyk.
