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[cordidy]

Since sharing is caring and we all have that same obsession for pixelated men, I figured, why not spread the good words ?

Reblog this with your favorite fanfics and give your sisters something good to read while showing love to our authors🥰

🐠 Rafayel favourites :

- 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 - by @hauntedhokage the blog can't be found anymore Y.Y

- 5 years later - by @aleksatia

- The Sea's eternal mourning- by @msmochies

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⭐️ Xavier favorites

- No Title - by @acciotaitlynn Part 1 and Part 2 the blog can't be found anymore Y.Y

- ੈ✩‧₊˚we can’t be friends 🤍 xavier 星回 ੈ✩‧₊˚ by @kitimeq

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❄️ Zayne farorites :

- 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 by @chuluoyi

- Pit-a-pat by @shaiyasstuff

🌑 Dawnbreaker favorites

- I 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 by @solifloris

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🐦‍⬛ Sylus favourites :

- Heartburn - by @oharasmommymilkers00

- 5 years later - by @aleksatia

- Dragon Sylus - by @nekoashiii (truth be told, go read all of their work, especially Dragon Sylus !)

- Dragon Sylus and human affection - by @yiwrites

- Masterpiece - by @always-just-red

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🍎 Caleb favourites :

- When gravity breaks by @danicareadssmut

- Pics and videos by @zeltqz

- The whole "get in loser we are repressing feelings" by @kissedbychoso

- Call it what you want by @humanjarvis

- Gravity hurts (you made it so sweet) by @kitimeq

- Husband Caleb and YN with memory loss by @luvinbloom

- Never mine by @unintentionalseductress Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

- @dovesgrave "Three in this mariage" fic

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🐺 Valko favourites

Failed seduction - by @humanjarvis

Valko' mate - by @totallynotashieldagent

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The first meeting - also by @totallynotashieldagent

A place at the table - by @xxsyluslittlecrowxx

The five of them :

- Game Night and it's kind of follow up The Night Before Christmas both by @always-just-red - honestly, just go with her whole masterlist cause that author is incredible !

- Get out part 1 and part 2 - by @nekoashiii

- I don't even know how to call this except maybe @renaghostgirl MC's cinematic universe but it totally deserves to be here

- Basically EVERYTHING from @dark-night-hero

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And here are the things I did 🥰

✨️ Masterlist ✨️ Since I reblog a looooot of things here I thought "why not make a pin post with my own ?" So here are the things I wrote c

[f3v3rdr3am5]

that should be me ⋆‧౨ৎ˚♥𝜚࿔

— in which you tease a new, budding romance just a week after a messy breakup… and your ex is NOT having it

ft: all six LIs x reader (separately) cw: !! mdni. reference to sexual content (just for valko's part 😭). mc's a petty bitch here but we support women's rights AND wrongs !! notes: the tea is piping hott. don't know how to categorize this, it's just messy af lol. lowered the saturation of the pics to show the Wrongness of it all. ayy graphic design is my passion 🔥

PLOT TWIST: mc roped the boys into a fake relationship to make her ex jealous <3

© f3v3rdr3eam5 — do not repost, copy or translate my works without permission.

[spicysuskiex]

| chats w/ valko — #1 : Snack & War

You : what snack do you want?

Valko : from?

You : the convenience store genius 🫩

( you see Valko’s typing bubble working with speed to respond )

Valko : chocomilk

You : no. pick something else 😑

Valko : 🙂‍↔️ chocomilk

You : you’ve had three already!!! it’s not good for you

Valko : says who?? 🤨

You : says me 😛

Valko : irrelevant 😙

You : oh so you hate me now?

Valko : how tf—????

You : so im the problem?

Valko : bro 😭 dont start this shit

You : YOU STARTED IT

Valko : i just wanted chocomilk …💀

You : and in the span of 5 mins you’ve declared your hatred for me, accused me of starving you and reject our relationship 🫡🖕🏾

Valko : baby

You : fuck you

Valko : princess

You : leave me alone!

Valko : pups..

You : IM NOT LISTENING

Valko : my beautiful delusional, psychotic princess baby

You : what?

Valko : i love you pretty girl

You : 🥹🥰 k fine you get your choccymilk

Valko : 😩 you stress me tf out bro

[trueshellz]

Just imagining how annoyed (and sulky) Valko would get if you came home smelling like someone else.

Usually, you'd come in and get changed... but this time your wolf boyfriend is coming straight at you and shoving his nose into your neck. You let out something between a squeak and a giggle when he does it again.

"Valko, what the-"

Your words are cut off when suddenly he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder.

"You smell like that guy from your workplace. Was he annoying you again?"

"Valko-"

"Or did he corner you this time? You said it was all sorted. Does he know you have a boyfriend?"

"Val-

"Maybe I should pay him a visit. Or I'll hack his computers and plant some evidence to get him fired."

You whack him on his sculpted and muscly ass, he lets out a weird noise before entering the shower and turning it on.

Over both of you.

While you're still fully clothed.

And now you're looking like a drowned rat.

"You... are insane."

His eyes glow slightly and as crosses his arms, his ears pinned back slightly as his tail making sharp twitches as you scramble to turn the water off.

"Nothing happened."

"But-"

You cover his mouth with your hand, yelping when he licks your palm and nips at it.

Stupid shark teeth.

"A group of us got stuck in the lift, he was near me. That's all."

His ears droop now as he realises that his actions were a little over the top, you can't help but let out a small huff of laughter as you shuck your clothes off.

"Well, I guess you're paying for those clothes to get dry cleaned."

"I didn't mean to. I just-"

You pinch his nose lightly as he sneezes and shakes his head.

"It's fine. I know your bloodhound nose takes the lead before your brain does sometimes. It's ok."

He pouts a little and you can't help but grin a little at this overgrown 6 foot 2 puppy looks like you hid his favorite toy.

"But now you owe me a bubble tea and a foot massage for getting my clothes all wet."

You laugh aloud as he picks you up again, ready to make the second half of your request happen.

[always-just-red]

Hii!! First time doing this but I’m obsessed with your Poly!LADS series, it helps me feel inspired to continue with my poly!LADS mini adventures. I was wondering if you can take a request of the Lads coming home to a remarkably clean house which is bad cause MC cleans when pissed. Please don’t feel pressured to do it!!!

Awww thank you so much, that means the world to me that they've inspired you! 🥹 I'm gonna be reviving the series soon; the next part is drafted, I just gotta write it! Decided to use this as a warm up for writing the guys together again tehe-- no Caleb or Valko yet because I wanna introduce them properly in the next part! This was such a fun idea so thank youuu! 🫶

"Spring" Cleaning

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus x Reader

Summary: One of the boys has messed up big time! Bonus points if you guess who~~ 👀

| Genre: Humour | Word count: 1.5k | Masterlist | Taglist |

“Something is wrong here.”

Sylus has run his finger over a shelf— circled a vase, taken a detour up the spine of a book— and his fingertip is spotless. No dust that tickles his nose as he lifts it up to his face in scrutiny. No grubbiness he feels the need to scowl at in disgust.

“Relax, yeah?”

It’s Rafayel. Of course it’s Rafayel: always poking at an open flame. The artist has flung himself down on the couch, and is watching with his head rolled back over the armrest; he just has to be interesting. His hair is dangling, gravity clawing it back from his forehead. “If something was wrong, wouldn’t his watch be, like… yelling?”

He points at Xavier.

Xavier is squinting, looking around the house like a Wanderer really might lurk in the mundanity of a houseplant. Yes, his watch is indeed silent, but he shushes Rafayel regardless. “No… Sylus is right.” Ha. “Something’s weird. I can feel it.”

“It’s too clean.”

Last to step through the door, Zayne sets down his share of groceries. And Rafayel’s. And Sylus’s. Ever the knight in shining armour, Xavier is the only other with brown paper bags at his feet. One is sideways from where he’d dropped it— a satsuma rolling away in a half-hearted meander.

Rafayel catches it as it passes the sofa. Picks it up and sinks his thumb through the peel. “You think it’s too clean? You work in a hospital. Clean is good, right? Thought you liked clean.”

With a pensive hum, Sylus picks up a photo frame. You’re beaming in the picture, crouched beside where Rafayel is lying, buried up to his neck on the beach. Xavier is posing, a yellow toy spade in hand. Zayne is standing by the parasol he’d dragged over so the artist wouldn’t expire from heatstroke. Pity.

He shakes his head, then hands the photo to Zayne as though it’s incriminatingly gory. “Look.”

“Just as I thought,” Zayne nods, glasses glinting in the light. The frame is ornate— textured silver that winds like vines— and he sees it too, doesn’t he? Every crevice is polished. Meticulously.

Call it instinct, or an educated guess; they all look towards Rafayel.

Rafayel, who is now sat cross-legged on the couch, with a mouth full of satsuma segments. He splutters— sudden, sweet acidity and a spotlight. “What?”

“What did you do?” Xavier asks like the edge of a knife.

“Nothing!”

“That’s what they all say,” Sylus is tutting, stalking up to the sofa so he can spread his hands on the armrest and lean in. (He is, of course, a devoted member of that aforementioned ‘all’, so he would know.) “We’ll learn the truth sooner or later, little artist. Spare us any charades. Give in.”

Xavier’s voice digs deeper. “It’s over.”

And Sylus can’t resist a: “Relax, yeah?”

Unfazed, Rafayel is studying Sylus as he swallows another satsuma segment. The parroted words aren’t an ace, it seems; his expression implies they’re a three, at best. “What is this, like, scary-cop, horny-cop? You relax. I’m not cutie. You’re barking up the wrong coral branch with your pseudo-sexual mind games.”

That is not what Sylus was going for. Even remotely. He pulls back with a soft frown; maybe he has been spending too much time with you. Whoops.

A quiet rustle of brown paper, and Zayne has finished collecting the groceries from Xavier’s bag. He wanders over, ushering Sylus aside. It’s audacious. It’s presumptuous. It’s… a mercy, really. Sylus is still having a long, hard think about his behaviour, and how he comes across to others.

“Rafayel,” Zayne asks like an open hand, “think back over the last few days. Can you think of anything— anything at all— that might have upset our mutual friend?”

“Nah,” Rafayel shrugs, splitting off more of the fruit he’s holding, “I’m cutie’s rock, y’know. If I were you, I’d, uh… be looking in a more—” he shields a whisper— “white-haired, red-eyed direction.”

Sylus scowls. “I heard that.”

“Heard what? Didn’t say a thing.”

Rafayel yawns, then pops another segment in his mouth. The interrogation is over, and he thinks he’s passed with flying colours.

If Xavier were still here, he could get the truth out of him. Blood from a stone, and all that. Regrettably, the Hunter has wandered off to scout the rest of the house. A deep-cleaned lounge means one of them has upset you marginally. A deep-cleaned home? Kitchen? Bathroom? Garden?

Sylus glimpses motion beyond your floor-to-ceiling windows. Xavier is out there, inspecting a shrub, and he looks up— locks eyes with the group— and gives a grave shake of his head.

Has that… has that shrub been pruned?

A shiver runs down Sylus’s spine. This is cataclysmic levels of neatness. Someone here might have actually killed something you love.

“What’s Xavier doing out in the garden?”

Forget a shiver— for a single moment, Sylus’s entire soul leaves his body.

You’re standing at the foot of the stairs with a feather duster, like the ghost of a housekeeper who died before the job was quite done.

“Are you… are you alright, love?” Zayne voices tentatively.

“Why wouldn’t I be alright?”

You smile and it’s chilling. That’s the smile in the beach photo. The smile that gives all of them the strength to get out of bed every morning (or, in Sylus’s case, noon) but it’s wrong, somehow.

Hands latch onto his shoulders; Rafayel is gripping him, using him for cover. “Heeeey cutie,” he sing-songs nervously, “spring cleaning?”

“It’s July, Rafayel.”

“Summer cleaning?” he tries again.

Sylus shakes his hands away from his shoulders.

“Why’re you guys being weird?” Your tone is relaxed, but your gaze finds satsuma peel on the sofa behind them— a little on the floor, too.

Rafayel impulse kicks the floor peel under the coffee table.

Your transparent, glass coffee table.

Amateur.

You put your hands on your hips. Rafayel sheepishly lowers himself to the ground.

“You can all relax,” you sigh, setting your feather duster aside. “This isn’t murder cleaning, it’s ‘I have a thing tomorrow’ cleaning. Tara’s coming over. Bringing some of the guys from her tarot club. Xavi, you knew about this— I was with you when she invited you.”

Xavier is midway through stepping in from the garden, but he freezes. Glances up. “Hm?”

“Tara’s thing? The tarot thing?”

“Oh… oh, yeah, I’m going to that. There’ll be food,” he grins warmly.

Zayne presses his fingers to his temple. Sylus is suddenly craving a drink.

“Are you kidding me?” Rafayel groans, still prone on the floor.

…

“So… what’s wrong?” Xavier smiles, shoulder gently nudging yours as he unpacks groceries with you in the kitchen. “And is there any way I can help?”

There is no thing with Tara and her tarot club tomorrow.

“Grab me a mixing bowl?” you answer. He does, and you set it down with a clink. “Funny thing happened the other day, Xavi.” You’re separating ingredients from the groceries. “Yvonne was going through some stuff. You know Yvonne, from Akso? She helped you that time, when we were waiting, and you’d sprained your—”

“Yeah, I know Yvonne. She’s nice.”

“Mmh. So, yeah, she’d lost a relative. Things at the hospital had been pretty hectic too, so I decided to do something for her. Something to cheer her up. I made her some cupcakes.”

The ingredients you’re setting aside are for a cake too, incidentally.

“She wasn’t there when I brought them in— she was off helping someone. And I was in a rush, so I left them on the front desk. A tin of cupcakes, and a note. ‘Dear Yvonne’, it said, ‘from your favourite Deepspace Hunter! Just a little token of how appreciated you are.’”

“That’s sweet,” Xavier says, then chuckles over his inadvertent pun.

“It was sweet, right? So imagine my surprise when I next visited the hospital. She wouldn’t talk to me. Wouldn’t look at me. Pretended she was on the phone so she could wave me away like she was busy,” you huff. “Had to go to Greyson to find out what happened. Turns out… she did get my note. My tin, too.”

“And?”

“And it was empty.” You tear into a bag of flour. “She was devastated. Thought I was making fun of her. So, Greyson and I checked the CCTV. Found out someone got to the cupcakes first. Someone recognised my tin and thought, ‘oh, these must surely be for me,’ and someone? Was far too busy being a big, important doctor to stop and read the note.”

Xavier is still as he listens to your story. When it’s done, and you’re stirring flour, sugar, and spices together so violently that some is escaping the bowl, he stoops to a drawer. Fishes out a grater.

Then he goes to the fridge and pulls out some carrots.

Divider by: @/omi-resources

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[flirtwithluck]

Synopsis: A collection of angsty Love and Deepspace drabbles exploring the moment they realize the heart they'd been chasing cost them the heart that had always chosen them.

Pairing: all LI separately (including Valko) x reader/non-MC

Trigger Warning : hurt/no comfort, angst, heartbreak, no happy ending (for the LIs), mention of in-game MC, OOC

Author’s note : See what you guys made me do. I literally wrote this in a day. 😅 I hope you enjoy Part 2 from the LI's POV. 🙃 FYI, there will also be a Part 3 (as per a request from a follower 🤫).

Please read part 1 before proceeding

YOUR HEART WAS ONCE MINE

XAVIER (Word count : 553)

When Xavier arrives home, he expects to find you where you usually are - curled up on the couch with a book or out on the balcony with a cup of tea, chatting away to Puffball.

Instead, the apartment is empty.

Maybe you're still at the restaurant.

Or perhaps you stopped by the convenience store on the way home.

He checks his phone.

No missed calls.

No messages.

He tries calling you.

No answer.

A few moments later, a message appears on his screen.

Staying with a friend tonight.

His brows knit together.

It's unlike you to ignore his calls.

Even more unlike you to spend the night elsewhere without saying anything beforehand.

Maybe you'd run into someone while waiting for him and simply lost track of time.

That's the only explanation he can think of.

…

The next day at the Hunters Association, Xavier doesn't see you once.

Normally, that wouldn't mean much. The two of you work in different departments and rarely cross paths during the day.

Still...

He can't shake the feeling that you're avoiding him.

His suspicions are confirmed during a meeting with Captain Jenna.

You don't look at him even once.

When the meeting ends, everyone files out except you.

You stay behind to speak with Captain Jenna in private.

Xavier waits outside, hoping to catch you afterward.

He wants to ask what's wrong.

Before you emerge, he's called away on a mission.

The conversation will have to wait.

…

When he returns home that evening, he never expects to hear the words that leave your lips.

“I can’t do this anymore. It's over, Xavier.”

The words hit him like a blow.

“I can't be with someone who's still haunted by his past,” you say quietly. “Jeremiah told me about MC... a long time ago.”

“I can't compete with a past love you're still hoping to find again.”

Xavier opens his mouth to argue.

To tell you that it isn't like that.

But the words die in his throat.

Because somewhere deep down...

He knows there's truth in what you've said.

…

Two years pass.

At first, Xavier begs you to come back.

He promises he'll do better.

He tells you he misses you.

Each time, you turn him away.

Eventually...

He stops asking.

…

As always, Xavier spends most of his free time asleep.

But ever since you left, sleep has brought him no peace.

Each time he closes his eyes, he dreams of Philo.

Of the queen.

Of MC.

The memories intertwine, yet with every passing night, the differences become clearer.

The queen.

And the MC of this world.

They are not the same person.

They never were.

His thoughts find their way back to you.

His gaze falls to the cream-colored envelope resting on his bedside table.

Jeremiah had long since accepted that he would never return to Philo.

Instead, he'd built a new life on Earth.

Now, he is getting married.

Xavier should be happy for his friend.

He is.

If only the bride weren't you.

His fingers tighten around the wedding invitation.

Your names, written side by side in elegant gold lettering, blur as his vision stings.

Only now does he finally understand.

He spent so long chasing the person he'd lost...

That he failed to see the one who had chosen to stay.

ZAYNE (Word count : 995)

Just as Zayne is gathering his things to leave the hospital and meet you, Yvonne catches him to let him know that MC has arrived.

He immediately calls to cancel your date before hurrying to MC's side. Her injuries are only minor - nothing serious - but with her condition, he'd rather be safe than sorry.

After treating her, the two of them end up talking in his office until her hunter watch sounds with a mission alert.

Seeing how much time has already passed, Zayne decides not to go home after all and instead stays behind to finish some paperwork.

As a result, he returns home much later than expected.

He finds you curled up on the couch.

You must have waited for him until you fell asleep.

He carefully scoops you into his arms to carry you to bed. As he looks down at you, he notices your furrowed brows, the tear tracks staining your cheeks, and the faint shiver that runs through you.

He lays you down gently, pulls the blanket over you, and presses a hand to your forehead.

You don't have a fever.

Perhaps you're simply having a bad dream.

...

The next morning, Zayne wakes to find your side of the bed empty and cold.

He wanders into the kitchen, only to find a note waiting on the counter.

Gone out to run errands.

A small frown crosses his face.

Today is his day off.

You took the day off as well so the two of you could spend it together.

He doesn't dwell on it. Instead, he has breakfast, gets himself ready for the day, and decides he'll cook your favorite meal for lunch to make up for yesterday.

Whatever errands you had to run, surely you'd be home soon.

...

You don't return until evening.

“Where have you been? I was worried sick.”

He keeps his voice calm, careful not to sound accusatory.

You don't answer.

You don't even look at him.

Instead, you keep your gaze fixed on the floor.

He takes a step toward you.

You step back.

“My love... what's wrong?” he asks, concerned.

“Don't call me that,” you whisper.

Without a word, you walk into the kitchen.

Zayne follows, stopping on the opposite side of the island.

Taking a shaky breath, you finally speak.

“We've been together for three years, and I still feel like you've never truly let me in. You keep me at arm's length. You never let me see what you're really feeling.”

“I see,” Zayne replies, adjusting his glasses. “Is this about yesterday?”

“This goes beyond yesterday.”

“You feel neglected,” he observes. “Is this because of how much I've been working lately? We can discuss my schedule.”

“In that case…” Your voice sharpens as you finally meet his eyes. “Why don't we discuss yesterday's emergency?”

“MC looked and sounded perfectly fine to me.”

Zayne blinks.

When did you stop by the hospital?

Before he can respond, you continue.

“Tell me... why does she get to see the warm, gentle side of Zayne while I'm stuck loving an ice sculpture?”

“What are you trying to say?”he asks quietly, already fearing the answer.

“I'm done trying to melt your heart... only to have mine frozen instead in the process.”

“Judging by your words…” Zayne says after a long pause, “...it would seem you wish to end our relationship.”

He states it as a fact.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Another heavy silence settles between you.

“Is that it?” you ask, tears spilling over. “Aren't you going to ask me to stay? Aren't you going to fight for us?”

Zayne walks around the kitchen island, stopping only a few inches away.

His eyes are dark with emotions he refuses to show, yet his expression remains composed.

“If I ask you to stay,” he says, “it would serve only my selfishness... not your well-being.”

...

Several days pass.

As always, when Zayne doesn't know how to deal with his emotions, he buries himself in work.

One evening, he returns to an apartment that no longer feels like home.

Without you, it feels sterile.

Like another wing of the hospital.

Removing his glasses, he reaches to place them on the coffee table.

He misses.

They slip from his fingers and fall to the floor.

As he bends to retrieve them, something catches his eye beneath the couch.

...

Zayne doesn't know where you've gone after leaving him.

Still, he has a feeling you've returned to your parents' house.

Before long, he's standing outside their front door.

Only after knocking does he realize how late it is.

Perhaps everyone has already gone to bed.

The door opens.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly when you see him standing there.

Before you can close the door, he raises the sonogram he'd found beneath the couch.

“When were you planning to tell me?”

You take the sonogram from his hand.

Without hesitation, you tear it in half.

“This no longer concerns you,” you say firmly.

“You are carrying my child. Of course it concerns me.”

“There is no child.”

You shake your head.

“Not anymore.”

“I had an abortion.”

Your words strike him harder than any physical blow ever could.

He simply stares.

You wouldn't...

But the look in your eyes leaves no room for doubt.

“I wanted every last piece of you out of my life.”

You meet his gaze one final time.

“Goodbye, Zayne.”

The door slams in his face.

...

Years later, a familiar sound catches Zayne's attention as he walks down the street.

A laugh.

One he hasn't heard in years.

He turns.

There you are.

Your smile is bright.

Beside you walks another man, his hand intertwined with yours, looking at you with unmistakable adoration.

The way Zayne should have looked at you.

Your free hand rests protectively over the curve of your pregnant stomach.

A chill crawls up his spine as frost spreads across the back of his neck.

That could have been him.

That should have been him.

RAFAYEL (Word count : 719)

When Thomas stops by Linkon University to deliver Rafayel's forgotten ID badge, he barely says a word. His expression is a strange mix of disappointment and disbelief.

Rafayel doesn't think much of it.

Thomas is always on his case about something - deadlines, interviews, exhibitions, or unfinished paintings.

...

When you don't return to his studio at Whitesand Bay, he doesn't think much of that either.

The two of you don't live together.

You still have your apartment in Linkon City, and since you work there, it's far more convenient for your daily commute. You usually only stay at the studio on weekends.

However, when the weekend comes and goes without you showing up, he begins to find it odd.

What's even stranger is the silence.

Normally, you would call to remind him about his deadlines, text him to stop bullying Thomas, or nag him to take a break and eat something.

This time...

Nothing.

He checks your Moments first.

No new posts.

Then he calls you.

The call doesn't go through.

He sends several messages.

None of them are delivered.

Finally, he calls Thomas.

Thomas swears he hasn't seen or heard from you since the day he returned Rafayel's ID badge.

...

Rafayel punches the passcode into the keypad outside your apartment.

Incorrect password.

His brows knit together.

He tries again.

The same result.

He knocks.

No answer.

The apartment is silent.

Just then, your neighbor steps out of the apartment across the hall, a trash bag in hand.

“I don't think she's home,” he says casually. “Haven't seen her for a few days.”

He walks away toward the elevator, leaving Rafayel standing alone in the hallway.

...

"Breaking news from Linkon City. A massive surge of Metaflux has triggered a high-threat Protofield in the downtown shopping mall."

The reporter's voice crackles through the radio in Rafayel's car.

"We now go live to our Hunter correspondent at the scene."

Rafayel instinctively turns up the volume.

"A high-ranking Wanderer breached the downtown perimeter earlier today. The Hunter Association has secured the area. The Wanderers have been neutralized, and all civilians have been evacuated."

Before the report continues, his phone begins to ring.

Without taking his eyes off the road, he reaches for it on the passenger seat.

Unknown number.

He answers.

“Am I speaking with Mr. Rafayel?”

“Yes. Who—”

“This is Asko Hospital. Your number was listed as the emergency contact for one of our patients, Miss Y/N.”

The color drains from his face.

Without another word, he jerks the steering wheel and speeds toward the hospital.

...

Rafayel all but sprints to the reception desk.

“I'm Rafayel,” he says between breaths. “I received a call about my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend was among the civilians caught in today's Wanderer attack,” the nurse explains gently.

Before he can ask another question, he hears a familiar voice.

“Rafayel.”

MC approaches, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I was one of the Hunters at the scene. I recognized her and rode with her in the ambulance.”

“Is she okay?” he asks immediately.

MC lowers her eyes.

“I... don't know.”

“They took her straight into surgery.”

...

Rafayel and MC wait outside the operating room in complete silence.

Finally, the doors open.

The surgeon steps outside.

“Is my girlfriend okay?”

The doctor's expression says enough.

“Your girlfriend used her own body to shield a child from falling glass after the Wanderers shattered the skylight.” The doctor says.

“I'm sorry.”

“Her injuries were too severe. They caused damage to several vital organs.”

“We couldn't save her.”

Behind him, hurried footsteps echo down the hallway.

Thomas.

“I came as soon as you called,” he says, breathless. “What happened? Is she okay?”

MC silently shakes her head.

Thomas lowers his gaze.

After a long moment, he reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a photograph.

“I found this in my office at Flux Arts.”

Rafayel accepts it with trembling hands.

It's a photograph of the two of you.

Turning it over, he immediately recognizes your handwriting.

I'm sorry I wasn't the one you chose to be your muse. I wish you all the best.

His fingers tighten around the photograph.

His knees give way beneath him.

A single tear slips down his cheek.

Halfway down, it transforms into a pearl before rolling across the hospital floor.

SYLUS (Word count : 711)

Sylus is greeted by the blaring sound of music - if it can even be called music - the moment he steps into the base. It pounds through the halls, loud enough to give him a headache.

“Luke. Kieran. Turn that noise off,” he calls.

“That isn't us, Boss,” the twins reply in unison as they walk up behind him.

“Boss-lady's home,” Kieran says.

“And she's in a really bad mood,” Luke adds.

“That's putting it lightly,” Kieran mutters. “She trashed her bedroom.”

Following the music, Sylus heads toward his room.

He finds you there, rock music blasting from your phone as you practically scream the lyrics while drinking wine straight from the bottle.

Leaning against the doorframe, he crosses his arms.

“Having fun?” he calls over the music, his tone laced with amusement.

You turn to face him.

“Well, well, well…” you slur with a crooked smile. “If it isn't Boss-man.”

His amusement fades at your mocking tone.

Pushing himself off the doorframe, he walks over and switches off your phone.

“How's MC?” you ask.

“Oh... or should I call her Kitten?”

You take another swig of wine.

“Or maybe Sweetie?”

“You're drunk,” Sylus says, reaching for the bottle. “What brought this on?”

You stumble backward before he can take it.

“Sooo…” you drawl, swaying slightly. “What did little Miss Hunter need the big, bad leader of Onychinus for this time?”

Your smirk is sharp.

“She needed help recovering a stolen Protocore,” Sylus replies evenly.

“Riiight…”

You nod exaggeratedly.

“And that was more important than picking your girlfriend up from work? Or at the very least sending someone else in your place?”

Your voice hardens.

Before he can answer, you hurl the wine bottle at him.

Sylus doesn't even bother using his evol.

He simply steps aside.

The bottle smashes against the wall behind him, glass scattering across the floor.

“No more explanations disguised as excuses.”

“No more expensive gifts to make up for your absence.”

“I'm not another deal you can close.”

Your finger jabs toward his chest.

“For your sake…”

“I hope MC is worth it.”

Without waiting for a response, you storm out.

...

EVER has always been a thorn in Sylus's side.

They interfere with Onychinus' operations whenever they can and have made hunting him something of a pastime.

Lately, however, things have changed.

For the past several months, EVER has become unusually aggressive, launching increasingly frequent ambushes against his operations throughout the N109 Zone.

Sylus built his authority by taking control of illegal evol weapon and Protocore trade.

Now, someone is systematically dismantling that control.

Every investigation ends the same way.

Nothing.

Whoever is orchestrating this leaves no trace behind.

So Sylus decides to become the bait.

He stages a fake operation, intending to lure the mastermind into the open.

...

“Aww... you went to all this trouble just for little old me?”

A familiar voice drifts across the rooftop.

“You shouldn't have.”

Sylus turns.

There you stand.

Or rather...

A blurred outline of you.

Black-and-crimson mist coils around your body - his evol - but it never makes contact.

You click your tongue.

“Hello, Mephie.”

You give the mechanical crow a cheerful wave.

“It's nice to see you again.”

“How are the twins?”

Sylus ignores the question.

“So…”

“You're the thorn in my side.”

“What exactly is the game here?”

He takes a slow step forward.

“Was I really such a terrible partner that you joined EVER just to get revenge?”

You shrug.

“You know what they say.”

“Revenge is sweet.”

Tilting your head, you smile.

“Don't you remember the last thing I said before I walked away?”

Sylus's eyes darken.

His evol lashes out toward you.

Once again...

It passes harmlessly through your figure.

From the day you met, Sylus knew you were an Evolver.

He even knew your Evol belonged to both the Simulation and Spatium classes.

But never once had he seen you use it.

Until now.

“You had no problem playing games with my heart.”

Your voice echoes around him.

He can no longer see you.

“It's my turn now.”

The voice comes from directly behind him.

He spins around.

Nothing.

Only silence greets him.

It would seem Sylus has made himself a new enemy.

One far more dangerous than he ever imagined.

S-Rank Evol: Spectrum.

CALEB (Word count : 794)

Caleb has spent several weeks on a mission deep within the Deepspace Tunnels.

The day he returns, the two of you have plans to meet for dinner.

What he doesn't expect is for MC to show up at HQ.

She knew when his mission would end, but he never imagined she'd come to surprise him in person.

He quickly sends you a message, making up an excuse for why he can't make it.

He knows you wouldn't be happy if you found out the real reason.

...

After spending the entire day with MC, Caleb drops her off at the train station before finally heading home.

Your abrupt hang-up from earlier keeps replaying in his mind.

It wasn't like you.

The memory has been nagging at him ever since.

“Baaabe, I'm home.”

Silence.

“Babe?”

Still nothing.

He walks into the bedroom.

The wardrobe door is wide open.

His fingers trail across the hangers.

Empty spaces stare back at him.

Several of your clothes are missing.

A knot forms in his stomach.

He rushes into the bathroom.

All your toiletries are gone.

He calls you.

Once.

Twice.

Again and again.

No answer.

He opens the tracking app on his phone.

Location unavailable.

You turned it off.

He immediately checks your car's GPS.

Disconnected.

He didn't even know you knew he had been tracking your location.

Trying to think clearly, he runs through every place you might have gone.

Then it hits him.

The bar.

The place where the two of you first met after Gideon dragged him out for drinks.

Without another thought, he grabs his keys and leaves.

...

Sure enough, your car is parked outside.

Caleb makes his way through the crowded bar until he finally spots you sitting alone.

He slides into the seat across from you.

You let out a tired sigh.

You should have known this would be the first place he'd look.

“Babe…”

He reaches across the table.

You pull your hands away before he can touch them.

“Don't call me that.”

“I tried to be understanding,” you say with a bitter laugh. “Growing up, the two of you only had each other. Of course you'd be close. Of course you'd want to be the perfect big brother.”

Caleb immediately knows who you're talking about.

“I'm done feeling like the third wheel.”

Your fist slams onto the table.

“I kept trying to convince myself I was imagining things.”

“But even a blind person could see how hopelessly in love with her you are.”

Caleb says nothing.

The words catch in his throat.

For years, he'd buried those feelings.

Longing.

Yearning.

Wanting MC to be more than just the girl who grew up beside him.

Believing those feelings were wrong, he'd convinced himself they would disappear if he moved on.

Then he met you.

He truly cared about you.

But no matter how hard he tried...

He could never love you as deeply as he loved her.

He just never imagined you'd realize it.

A tear slips down your cheek.

“I deserve someone who chooses me first.”

Your voice barely rises above a whisper.

“And that's something you'll never be able to do.”

You stand.

Caleb rises with you, gently catching your wrist.

His grip is loose.

Almost pleading.

“We tried,” you say softly.

“But it's time for me to let you go.”

Standing on your tiptoes, you press one last kiss to his cheek before walking away.

...

Years later, Caleb wanders aimlessly through one of Skyhaven's parks.

You used to come here together all the time.

As he passes a large tree, he notices a little boy staring up into its branches.

Following the child's gaze, Caleb spots a kite tangled high above.

With a flick of his evol, gravity shifts.

The kite drifts gently down into the boy's waiting hands.

“Thank you, mister!”

For a moment, Caleb is struck by how familiar the boy's eyes look.

“Caleb!”

Both he and the boy turn toward the voice.

“Mama's calling!” the boy exclaims, waving happily. “Bye-bye!”

He runs across the grass.

Straight into the waiting arms of a woman.

Caleb recognizes you instantly.

You kneel to hug the little boy, smiling as another man walks over carrying three ice cream cones.

The resemblance between the man and the child is unmistakable.

Caleb watches the three of you walk away together.

A bittersweet smile touches his lips.

Things with MC never worked out.

In the end, she chose Zayne.

And you...

You found the happiness he could never give you.

As the laughter of your family fades into the distance, Caleb is left standing alone.

Exactly where his choices had led him.

He had spent so many years yearning for someone …

… that he ended up losing the woman who truly loved him.

VALKO (Word count : 673)

Valko's ears perk at the sound of a rustle outside his office.

He ends the call and pulls the door open, only to stop when he steps on several chocolate bars scattered across the floor beside a fallen plastic bag.

His eyes widen.

He strides down the hallway, just in time to catch a glimpse of your devastated expression as the elevator doors slide shut.

By the time he reaches the lobby, you're already gone.

He stands there, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Then it clicks.

You must have overheard his phone call.

He drags a hand down his face.

This is bad.

…

Over the next few days, Valko calls and messages you repeatedly, desperate to explain.

You ignore every single one.

He gives you another day, hoping you simply need space and that you'll reach out when you're ready.

You never do.

So he decides to come to you.

You live in the student dormitories on Linkon University's campus.

Avoiding security, he slips onto the grounds and circles around to the side of your building until he reaches your window.

After glancing around, he picks up a few small pebbles and tosses them lightly against the glass.

Finally, the window slides open.

Your eyes widen.

“What are you doing here?” you hiss.

“I didn't have a choice,” he whispers back. “You wouldn't answer me.”

He gestures toward you.

“Move back.”

Taking several steps away from the building, he crouches before launching himself upward.

Using his claws, he catches the windowsill and effortlessly pulls himself inside.

Normally, you'd giggle whenever he did this.

Today...

You don't even smile.

Your arms remain folded across your chest.

The playfulness vanishes from Valko's face, leaving behind only quiet seriousness.

“We need to talk.”

You sit on the edge of your bed.

The dorm room suddenly feels much smaller with Valko standing inside it.

“There isn't anything to talk about,” you reply quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.

“You heard my conversation at the office, didn't you?”

You nod.

His wolf ears immediately droop.

Without another word, he kneels in front of you and rests his head in your lap.

You don't push him away.

Silence stretches between you before he finally speaks.

“I'm sorry.”

His voice barely rises above a whisper.

“I really wanted it to be you.”

He means it.

Your scent had always been uniquely comforting to him, carrying the fresh, earthy fragrance of a forest - the very place wolves instinctively consider home.

He had convinced himself that if he stayed by your side long enough, Perhaps the mating bond would eventually awaken.

But, fate had chosen someone else.

“This doesn't have to be the end,” he says hopefully. “ We can still be friends.”

A sad smile tugs at your lips.

You reach up and gently scratch behind his wolf ears.

…

The two of you tried to stay friends.

But as Valko devoted himself to pursuing his fated mate while you buried yourself in your studies, the gap between you widened until the two of you drifted apart.

Now, the only reminder that either of you still exists comes once a year in form of a simple birthday text.

…

Valko absentmindedly scrolls through your Moments.

After graduating from university, you achieved your dream of becoming a wildlife biologist.

Every new post shows you somewhere different in the world, surrounded by forests, mountains, oceans, and the animals you've always loved.

You look genuinely happy.

As for Valko...

He spent months trying to convince MC to accept the mating bond between them.

She refused.

She told him that, as a human, she would never accept someone simply because fate declared them soulmates.

If she ever loved someone...

It would be because she chose them with her own heart.

Now, staring at your smiling face on his screen, Valko can't help but wonder...

What if he had done the same?

What if he had rejected fate...

...and chosen the woman who never needed an invisible bond to stand by his side.

Part 3 - 1/2 & 2/2

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[flirtwithluck]

Synopsis: a collection of angsty Love and Deepspace drabbles exploring the moment love falls apart when you realize their heart has always belonged to someone else

Pairing: all LI separately (including Valko) x reader/non-MC

Trigger Warning : hurt/no comfort, angst, heartbreak, unrequited love, no happy ending, implied cheating (being in love with someone else), mention of in-game MC, OOC

Part 2 Part 3 - 1/2 & 2/2

YOUR HEART WAS NEVER MINE

XAVIER (Word count : 499)

You glance at the phone resting on the restaurant table once again.

No missed calls.

No new messages.

The text you sent still sits unread.

Earlier, while you were waiting outside the Hunters Association headquarters, your boyfriend, Xavier, had messaged to say he needed to finish some reports and told you to head to the restaurant without him. He'd meet you there as soon as he was done.

You hadn't thought much of it.

As neat and organized as Xavier was, paperwork had never been his favorite task, much to Captain Jenna's frustration. Besides, with his light evol, he could teleport to you in seconds.

But now, more than thirty-five minutes have passed since you arrived.

He is nowhere to be seen.

You have already finished both of your drinks and the appetizers.

At last, your phone vibrates.

A new message.

Sorry. A last-minute mission came up. Meet U at home later.

You let out a quiet sigh.

You aren't angry.

As a fellow Hunter x albeit one who works in data processing and analysis - you understand how unpredictable the job can be.

After paying the bill, you leave the restaurant and begin the walk back to the apartment you and Xavier share.

As you stop at a crosswalk, a familiar figure catches your eye.

Silver-blond hair.

A hunter's uniform.

Xavier.

But he isn't alone.

Walking beside him is his partner, MC.

Their pace is slow and unhurried. Though you can't hear their conversation, they're smiling.

They certainly don't look like they've on a mission.

Without hesitation, you follow them from a distance.

The two of them disappear into the Twinkle Toys arcade.

You trail after them, stopping just inside the entrance.

It's close enough to see them standing shoulder to shoulder at a claw machine, laughing as they take turns trying to win a plushie.

Completely carefree.

You turn around and quietly walk back outside.

Your feet carry you down the street on autopilot.

Xavier lied to you.

He wasn't on a mission.

Or if he had been, it had ended long ago. Instead of meeting you, he'd chosen to spend time with MC.

This isn't the first time you've seen them together.

Every other time, you'd convinced yourself it was nothing more than coincidence.

MC is his work partner.

She also happens to live in the apartment below yours.

There were plenty of reasonable explanations.

Or at least, that's what you'd kept telling yourself.

Before you know it, you've wandered to Philo, Jeremiah's flower shop.

He greets you with a warm smile.

The moment he sees your face, it disappears.

You don't have to say a single word.

He already knows Xavier is the reason.

Time and time again, Jeremiah has warned him that this MC wasn't his MC - the queen he'd loved back on Philos.

If Xavier kept chasing the past, he would lose the person standing beside him in the present.

Judging by the emptiness in your eyes...

It seems that day has finally come.

ZAYNE (Word count : 535)

You are almost at the bakery when your phone rings with an incoming call from your boyfriend, Zayne.

His voice is as calm and measured as ever.

“An emergency came up at the hospital, so I won't be able to join you. I'm not sure when I'll be done, so don't wait for me.”

The call ends before you have a chance to respond.

As the head cardiothoracic surgeon at Akso Hospital, emergencies are simply part of the job.

Since you're already nearby and the hospital isn't far away, you decide to stop by the bakery anyway. Even Zayne can't spare the time to enjoy something sweet with you, at least you can leave him a small treat to brighten his day and satisfy his sweet tooth.

When you step into Akso Hospital, you nearly bump into Dr. Greyson.

“If you're looking for Dr. Zayne, he's in his office,” he says as he hurries past.

You make your way there, only to pause outside the half-open door.

A woman's laughter drifts into the hallway.

Then comes Zayne's voice.

Soft.

Gentle.

The kind of tenderness you've only ever heard him use with one person.

MC.

You know she's Zayne's childhood friend, someone he'd recently reunited with after years apart. You also know she's a Hunter with an Aether Core embedded in her heart, making Zayne her primary physician.

By the sound of things, though, she seems perfectly fine.

When you'd first met MC, you'd been genuinely excited. You'd wanted to hear stories about what Zayne was like as a child.

But over time, you couldn't ignore the way he looked at her.

Or the way he spoke to her.

It wasn't the concern of a doctor for his patient.

Nor was it simply the affection of one friend for another.

It felt like something much deeper.

You quietly turn around and leave.

...

When you unlock the door to the apartment you and Zayne have shared for nearly two years, you're greeted by silence.

The apartment feels cold.

Sterile.

Empty.

You sink onto the couch, your gaze falling to the sonogram in your hands.

Today, at the bakery, you had planned to tell Zayne you were pregnant.

You are around ten weeks along.

Judging by the timing, you must have conceived that night when the two of you attended one of his senior colleagues' birthday parties. You'd both had a little too much to drink - Zayne especially, considering what an incredible lightweight he is - and neither of you had been as careful as usual.

The positive test caught you off guard, but it didn’t frighten you.

You and Zayne have been together for three years. You both have stable, well-paying jobs and a spacious apartment. You know he'll take responsibility.

More than that, you know he'll make a good father.

At least...

Those had been your first thoughts.

Your hand trembles, and your voice quivers ever so slightly as you speak into the phone.

“I'd like to make an appointment at your clinic, please.”

You have no intention of trapping Zayne with a child, let alone bringing a baby into a relationship that already feels forced, or raising that child as a single parent.

RAFAYEL (word count : 500)

You give yourself one last glance in the bathroom mirror before heading out for work.

Just as you're about to leave, your phone rings.

An incoming call from your boyfriend, Rafayel.

“Pleaseee tell me you're still at the studio.” His voice is a whine the moment you answer.

“I am. I was just about to head out,” you reply.

“I think I left my ID badge there. I can't find it anywhere,” he complains.

As a renowned artist, Rafayel occasionally teaches art classes at Linkon University. The badge isn't just an ID, it also grants him access to the campus and its studios.

“Can you look around for me? Thomas is already on his way,” he pleads.

Before you can answer, he hurriedly adds, “I've got to go. My students are here.”

The call ends.

You check the time.

You still have some time to spare, so you decide to look for the badge before Thomas arrives.

The problem is, Rafayel isn't exactly the tidiest person.

You search the studio from top to bottom, checking every place you can imagine he'd absentmindedly leave his badge.

Nothing.

Eventually, your attention settles on a door.

A door that's always closed.

Locked, in fact.

A room Rafayel has never let you enter, not even when he's with you.

For the first time, it's standing slightly ajar.

He must have forgotten to lock it in his rush to leave this morning.

You slowly push the door open.

The room beyond is filled with paintings.

Portraits.

Every single one depicts the same woman.

You recognize her face, yet you can't place where you've seen her before.

You wander farther inside, your eyes moving from one canvas to the next.

Then your foot bumps against something on the floor.

You look down.

Rafayel's ID badge.

You bend down to pick it up.

Just then, you hear Thomas calling your name.

You don't answer.

A few moments later, he finds you standing in the middle of the room.

His eyes widen.

“Rafayel…” he breathes. “Every time I ask how his paintings are coming along, he brushes me off. But... look at all of these.”

His gaze sweeps across the room before suddenly stopping.

“Wait a minute…”

His expression shifts to one of genuine confusion.

“Why are all of these paintings of MC?”

MC.

The name finally makes everything click.

She's the Hunter who'd come to Rafayel's studio not long ago while investigating a lead involving a painting. After a Wanderer attacked the studio, he'd insisted on hiring her as his personal bodyguard.

The same MC he'd been spending so much time with lately.

Always "for work."

Rafayel has only ever painted one portrait of the two of you together.

You'd always felt something was missing from it.

It lacked…

The passion.

The spark that seemed to exist in every other painting he'd created.

Now you know why.

Without a word, you place Rafayel's ID badge into Thomas's hand.

Then you turn around and walk out of the studio.

SYLUS (word count : 423)

You stand in the lobby of the office building, staring out through the floor-to-ceiling windows as you search the pouring rain for a familiar car.

Or a familiar face.

Your workday ended long ago.

You check your phone again.

No missed calls.

No messages.

You've already tried calling your boyfriend, Sylus - the man who was supposed to pick you up - but the call went straight to voicemail.

You tried the twins.

Luke.

Then Kieran.

Neither of them answered.

You can only assume something involving Onychinus has come up.

With a sigh, you hurry out into the rain and flag down a taxi.

He eyes you warily when you ask to be taken to the N109 Zone.

You promise him a generous tip.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as the taxi pulls away.

You hardly ever ask Sylus for anything.

Yet the one time you do - something as simple as picking you up from work, especially when the forecast had warned of heavy rain - he lets you down.

You'd come to the office building for a meeting with a client alongside a colleague, and the two of you had shared a ride.

Unfortunately, she'd had to leave early.

That's why you'd called Sylus.

There wasn't exactly another way for you to get home.

No bus runs into the lawless N109 Zone, and no sane taxi driver would willingly drive into a place where danger, illicit trade, and powerful Wanderers coexist.

The taxi drops you at the edge of the district, refusing to go any farther.

Fortunately, you managed to reach Hank.

As one of Onychinus's members, he runs an auto repair shop and agreed to drive you the rest of the way to the base.

When you arrive, you're surprised to find Luke and Kieran there after all.

“Where is he?” you ask, your voice sharp.

The twins exchange a nervous glance.

One look at your expression is enough.

“Boss-man is helping Miss hunter with a mission,” they answer in unison before making a very quick escape.

Of course.

You should have known.

Whenever MC - a.k.a Miss hunter - calls, Sylus drops everything to go to her.

You make your way to your bedroom.

The two of you have always kept separate rooms.

The moment the door closes behind you, something inside you finally snaps.

One by one, you pull out every dress, every piece of jewelry, every gift Sylus has ever bought you, tossing them across the room.

You don't want any of it.

You're not something that can be bought.

CALEB (Word count : 419)

You smile to yourself as you park your car outside the restaurant where you're supposed to meet your boyfriend, Caleb.

He's finally returned from another long mission, and after weeks apart, the two of you are looking forward to sharing a hearty meal together.

Just as you lock your car, your phone vibrates.

Caleb: Something came up. Rain check? I'll make it up to you, I promise.

You can't help but sigh.

This isn't the first time.

As the colonel of the Farspace Fleet in Skyhaven, Caleb shoulders an enormous amount of responsibility.

You've always understood that.

Still, disappointment settles heavily in your chest.

Not in the mood to eat alone, you decide to head back home.

As you drive through the city, two familiar figures catch your eye.

Caleb.

And MC.

They're strolling leisurely down the sidewalk, Caleb wearing his signature boyish grin.

Your fingers tighten around the steering wheel.

You quickly dial Caleb's number before pulling over to the curb.

Through your side mirror, you watch him take a few steps away from MC as he answers the call.

“Hey,” you say, forcing your voice to remain light. “Where are you?”

“Didn't you get my message?” His voice is quiet. “I'm still at HQ.”

You don't let him finish.

The call ends.

Caleb and MC aren't biologically related. They were both adopted by Josephine and raised together.

You'd never questioned their relationship before.

You had accepted how close they were.

For the longest time, you'd always thought of them as siblings.

Until you started noticing the way Caleb looked at her.

The quiet longing in his eyes.

A yearning you never realized he was capable of.

A want that was never directed at you.

The kind of love that couldn't be mistaken for familial affection.

Like she was home.

You unlock the door to the apartment you and Caleb share in Skyhaven.

The first room you walk into is the guest bedroom.

The room is kept ready for MC whenever she stays over.

Every time she stayed over, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were the outsider.

As though you were the one intruding.

Like the third wheel.

You move into your bedroom and pull a suitcase from the wardrobe.

Without hesitation, you begin packing.

Clothes.

Toiletries.

Everything you can't leave behind.

When the suitcase is finally full, you take one last look around the apartment.

Then, without looking back, you walk out the front door.

This time...

You have no intention of ever coming back.

VALKO (word count : 467)

You look up at the towering EonCore Tech building.

You've been here a few times already, yet you still can't get used to its sheer size.

The reason you're here is simple.

Your college classes ended early because one of your professors had to leave unexpectedly, so you decided to surprise your boyfriend, Valko, at work.

You greet the security guards and receptionist as you pass, flashing the access badge Valko had given you before making your way to the elevator.

His office occupies the top floor.

As the elevator ascends, you glance into the plastic shopping bag hanging from your wrist.

Earlier, you'd stopped by the convenience store to pick up a few of Valko's favorite snacks - chocolate bars and chocolate milk.

You still can't wrap your head around how he can even consume chocolate.

Considering he's a wolf hybrid - a fact you only discovered by accident during a camping trip - you'd assumed chocolate would be dangerous for him. Wolves are, after all, closely related to dogs, and chocolate is toxic to them.

Apparently, that rule doesn't apply to him.

The elevator dings.

As the doors slide open, you come face to face with a young woman dressed in a Hunter's uniform.

She offers you a polite smile before stepping into the elevator.

You watch the doors close behind her.

She must have come from Valko's office.

After all, it's the only room on the entire floor.

You wonder what business a Hunter had with him.

Making your way to his office, you notice the door is slightly ajar.

You raise your hand to knock—

Then stop.

“Grandma, I found her!”

Valko's cheerful voice carries into the hallway.

“The one I've been searching for. I found my mate!”

The word mate catches you off guard.

You know that a mate is, simply put, a destined soulmate chosen by fate.

You don't fully understand what that bond means to Valko's kind, but you've always thought of it as their version of true love.

You and Valko have been together for nearly a year now.

Is he finally going to introduce you to his family?

“She just left my office, so I guess it's more accurate to say she found me,” he says with a chuckle.

Your smile falters.

Something isn't right.

“Her name is MC.”

Your name isn't MC.

The plastic bag slips from your fingers, chocolates scattering across the floor as your knees threaten to give out,

He's talking about the woman.

The stranger you'd just passed in the hallway.

You turn and run.

You repeatedly stab at the elevator button until the doors finally slide open.

The moment you step inside, the doors begin to close.

Through your tear-blurred vision, you catch a glimpse of Valko standing in the doorway, his face etched with concern.

Part 2

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[flirtwithluck]

LaDS men with a reader that feels super guilty for wanting/needing anything at all? Like, even wanting to be loved on by her boyfriend gives her crushing guilt (hurt/comfort if u don't mind it 🫶🏾)

Author’s Note: Since I can't tag your dear follower/reader, I hope you see this post. 🤞 I'm not sure if I've managed to capture your request to its fullest, but I did my best. 🫣

Pairing: all LI separately (including Valko) x reader/non-MC

Trigger Warning : hurt/comfort, slight angst, fluff

YOU NEVER HAVE TO ASK

XAVIER (word count : 427)

You sit in the living room, hunched over your desk, fingers flying across your laptop's keyboard. The deadline is closing in, and you've been working for hours without a break. As a copy editor, you're grateful you can work from home.

In the bedroom, your boyfriend, Xavier, is asleep. He only returned earlier today from a weeklong mission, utterly exhausted. The last thing you want is to wake him. You keep the lamp dim, your earphones in, and every movement as quiet as possible.

Then, without warning, your laptop screen goes black.

“Oh, no.”

“No... no, no, no.”

Panic flares in your chest.

“Please…”

Your hands dart across the keyboard, pressing random keys. Nothing.

All those hours of work. Unsaved.

Your stomach drops.

You stare at the bedroom door.

Standing, you move and crack the bedroom door open just enough to peek inside.

Xavier is still asleep.

You slip into the room and carefully climb onto the bed. The mattress sinks ever so slightly beneath your weight.

“Xavier…” you whisper, “...Xavier. Please wake up.”

You gently shake his shoulder.

He stirs, blinking a few times before rubbing the sleep from one eye.

“Starlight…” His voice is rough and deeper from sleep. “What's wrong?”

“My laptop…” Your voice trembles. “It... it crashed. I don't know what happened.”

You swallow hard. “My work…”

The concern in your voice wipes away the last traces of sleep. Without a single complaint, Xavier sits up, gets out of bed, and makes his way into the living room.

“Let's have a look,” he says, settling into your chair.

You linger several feet behind him, fidgeting on the spot.

A few moments later—

“There.”

The screen flickers back to life.

You let out the breath you'd been holding and step closer.

“The battery died.” He glances up at you with a small smile. “You forgot to plug it in.”

Your face pales.

“I'm... I'm so sorry.” The words tumble out. “I woke you up for something this stupid.”

Your voice cracks. “I'm such an idiot.”

Xavier stands and gently pulls you into his arms before you can say anything else.

“Hey, starlight.”

“It's okay.”

You bury your face against his chest, unable to meet his eyes.

His fingers trace slow circles along your back.

“You can come to me for the big things, the little things, and even the things that turn out to be nothing at all. That's what I'm here for.”

You shake your head against him.

“I don't deserve you.”

“You don't have to earn the right to need me, Starlight.”

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ZAYNE (word count : 254)

You knock softly on the door to Zayne's home office before cracking it open, only peeking your head inside.

His back is to you as he sits at his desk, reviewing reports before leaving for the Asko hospital.

“Zayne…” you call quietly.

“Yes, my love?” He swivels around to face you.

You hesitate.

“I'm sorry to bother you while you're working.”

A pause.

“But…”

“...have you seen my glasses? I can't find them anywhere.”

Without them, the world is a blur.

“Where did you last have them?” Zayne asks, already scanning the room.

‘I think I took them off before I showered,l you mumble. “But they aren't there.”

“I'll help you look.”

He stands without the slightest hint of annoyance.

“You check in here,” he says, gesturing around his office. “I'll look in the bathroom again.”

You nod, squinting as you carefully search around his office. You hate coming in here.

What if you move something important?

What if you put something back in the wrong place?

A few moments later, Zayne returns, your glasses in hand.

“They were in the bathroom.”

He steps in front of you and slides them onto your face.

“They ended up in the laundry basket,” he says with a small smile.

“I’m sorry…” You lower your gaze. ‘I interrupted your work over something so trivial.”

“Nothing that concerns you is trivial.”

You finally look up at him.

Adjusting your glasses a sheepish smile tugs at your lips.

“I'm glad I can properly see my handsome boyfriend again.”

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RAFAYEL (word count: 252)

Rafayel sits on his stool, completely absorbed in his latest painting.

You pace nearby, stealing glances at him as you nervously bite your thumbnail.

“Cutie.” Rafayel sets his paintbrush down. “Your thoughts are so loud, they're distracting.”

You stop in your tracks.

‘I'm sorry,"” you mumble.

He turns to face you.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

You take a deep breath.

“My friend is having a birthday party. She invited me.”

“Sounds fun.”

A small pause.

“Need help picking out a gift?”

“Actually…” You hesitate. “She wants me to bring you.”

“Me?” Rafayel blinks.

“My friends have been asking to meet my boyfriend for a while now.”

You quickly raise your hands.

“But you don't have to come. Really. I'll just tell them you're busy.”

Rafayel tilts his head.

“Why wouldn't I come?” A small pout forms on his lips. “Don't want me there, cutie?”

“What? No!” You shake your head. “Of course I do.”

You look away.

“I just... know you don't really like social gatherings. Or... humans.”

Rafayel chuckles and walks over until he's standing right in front of you.

“I have my reasons for disliking humanity,” he admits. “But if they're your friends, I'm willing to give them a chance.”

Your eyes light up.

“So... you'll really come?”

“Of course.”

A grin spreads across his face.

“How else are your friends supposed to see what an incredibly handsome, talented, and caring boyfriend you have?”

You can't help but laugh, the knot in your chest finally loosening.

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SYLUS (word count : 271)

Sylus sits on the couch, casually cleaning one of his many guns.

Most people would find the sight intimidating.

You don't even bat an eye anymore.

Curled up on the other end of the couch, you stare wistfully at your phone before letting out yet another sigh.

“What's with all the sighing, kitten?” Sylus asks, glancing your way.

You meet his gaze but say nothing.

“You know I don't like it when you bottle things up.”

He sets the gun down on the coffee table.

“What's on your mind?”

You sit up and silently hand him your phone.

He studies the image on the screen.

A breathtaking library, straight out of a fantasy novel.

“So that's what's got you so distracted.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Consider it done.”

He hands your phone back.

You stare at him, eyes wide.

“Why do you look so surprised, kitten?” he asks with a chuckle.

“You want one just like it, don't you?”

“...Yes.”

“Then it'll be yours.”

You lower your eyes.

“But... it's a want, not a need.”

Your voice grows quieter.

“Asking for something like that feels... selfish.”

Sylus hooks a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face back up.

“You can be as selfish as you want with me.”

There's not a trace of hesitation in his voice.

“I intend to make every one of your dreams come true.”

He picks up his gun and resumes cleaning it as though he'd merely commented on the weather.

“Oh, and you'd better start buying more books.”

A smirk curves across his lips.

“Wouldn't want your new library looking empty.”

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CALEB (word count: 274)

You're in the bedroom, hanging freshly washed clothes in the wardrobe, when Caleb walks in.

“How about we have lunch?” he asks with a smile.

“Is it lunchtime already?” Panic flashes across your face. “I didn't realize the time. I'll start cooking right away.”

You abandon the laundry and hurry toward the kitchen.

“Actually, I was planning on making lunch,” Caleb says, following after you.

You quickly shake your head.

“No, no. I'll have something ready in no time. You should relax.”

He laughs softly.

“Cooking is how I relax.”

Opening the fridge, he glances back at you.

“What are you in the mood for?”

“I'm not picky.” You fidget with the hem of your T-shirt. “You really don't have to cook. If you're hungry, we can just order something.”

“Or…” Caleb raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to go out instead?”

“No!” The answer comes too quickly. “I just thought... it would be faster.”

He closes the fridge and turns to face you.

“Why are you so worried about me making lunch?” he asks gently. “I really don't mind.”

Your gaze drops to the floor.

“It's just…’

You hesitate before quietly admitting, “Isn't the kitchen supposed to be a woman's place?’

Caleb blinks, looking genuinely bewildered.

“You know... cooking, cleaning, taking care of the house…”

Your voice grows smaller.

“Isn't that supposed to be my job?”

“I don't believe in outdated ideas like that.”

His voice is calm but certain.

“If two people live together, then the responsibilities belong to both of them.”

A warm smile returns to his face.

“So…” He opens the fridge again. “What should I make us for lunch?”

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VALKO (word count: 168)

Valko is lounging on the couch, watching TV and snacking on chocolate when he notices you lingering in the doorway.

You've just come home from work. Your shoulders are slumped.

There's no smile on your face.

He can practically feel the mental exhaustion weighing on you.

“Bad day?” he asks.

You shuffle over, stopping beside the couch. After a moment's hesitation, you quietly speak.

“Could I... have a hug?”

The question is barely above a whisper.

Valko's tail starts wagging.

Without a word, he gently takes your wrist, careful not to scratch you with his claws, and tugs you down until you're lying on top of him.

His arms wrap securely around you. You melt against his chest, the tension slowly leaving your body.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble. “I just... needed one.”

“You never have to ask - let alone apologize - for needing comfort.”

He rests his chin lightly atop your head, nuzzling you ever so slightly.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink completely into his embrace.

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[zaynezone]

HONEYBEE (ft. Zayne, Valko, & Sylus)

synopsis: God, I love the way you look at me pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: pure fluff <33

Zayne - pick me up, walk me home

"Funny seeing you here."

Zayne glances up from his book, a ghost of a smile on his face at your teasing words. Of course, he often sat on this bench in front of your office, waiting to walk with you.

"A welcome surprise, I hope." He stands, stretching his neck a bit. He's still dressed in his work clothes, and you know your shifts don't line up perfectly, that he'd sacrificed time he could have spent resting to pick you up.

But like always, he doesn't voice a single complaint.

"Did you have a good day?" He slips your bag from your shoulder as he asks, carrying it with him instead. You hum, looping your arm around his.

"I did. It was pretty boring but...not too bad. I missed you though. I hope you aren't too tired."

"Not at all. If you'd like, the bakery down the street is open. Do you want something?" His pace has slowed a bit, as if he knows your exhaustion is kicking in.

"Maybe next time. I just want to take a nice hot bath and go to sleep."

"What about dinner?" Always the practical thinker. You hum as you debate the contents of the fridge, and what will take the least effort.

"Nevermind that, I'll take care of while you're in the bath. Perhaps we'll eat in bed tonight...just this once, of course." He smiles at you as if the two of you are partaking in some grand act of rebellion. You press a kiss to his lips, relishing in his confused yet satisfied blinks.

"Well then, we better hurry on home!"

Valko - would you sit and keep me company?

"Will you sit with me?"

Valko pauses whatever he's typing, glancing over at you with an amused smile. You almost expect him to comment, to tease you a little, but he simply shuts his laptop.

"Of course." Despite his sharp canines, his smile is soft, settling next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you. His body is warm, and just the weight of his arm calms you.

"Good?" He whispers, as if not to disturb your peace. You hum, not quite in the mood for speaking.

His face buries into your shoulder, tugging you a little closer. You sink into it, instantly relaxing once his cologne envelops you. Valko had a way of doing that, of making you feel so comfortable, so yourself.

"I love you." You murmur quietly. It's not the first time you've said it, but he always smiles like it is.

"I love you too." He presses kisses all over your face, until you break out into laughter and find yourself tumbling to the floor, Valko underneath you.

"Any particular reason tonight? Do I look strikingly handsome today?" His teasing tone carries a hint of genuine curiosity. You're quiet for a while, adjusting his glasses so they don't sit crooked on his nose.

"I just...love being around you. Is that so wrong?" Your smile probably doesn't come off very carefree, hence why his face softens and his arms tighten around you.

"I love being around you too." He rests his cheek on the top of your head, squeezing you twice as if to really solidify his sincerity.

"Do you think we could just...spend the rest of the night like this?"

"I don't see why not! But...can I grab some chocolate milk first?"

Sylus - i'm not scared, I just reach and you’re right there

Your eyes fly open, heart seized in a panic. Blood is rushing through your ears, but everything slows down the moment your hand finds a warm arm.

Sylus is asleep, but he stirs almost immediately at your movements. He catches your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Everything alright?" His voice is husky from sleep, though no less caring. Your anxiety loosens as you lay back down, sinking into his hold.

"It was just a nightmare." You whisper. Sylus hums in response, his arms tight around you.

"Want to talk about it?" He pulls back to study your face, as if to make sure you aren't hiding how you truly feel. When you smile a little at his inquisitive gaze, he smirks, taking the opportunity to bite the tip of your nose.

"Ow! What was that for?" You swat at him, laughing as you rub your nose despite the fact it doesn't really hurt.

"I enjoy taking bites out of you, didn't you know?" He kisses your nose in a mock apology, really just an excuse to get closer to you.

"Are you feeling better?"

Sylus can read you like a book. Despite what seemed like an attempt to change the subject, you know it was a ploy to make you smile. Now, in the lighter air, he checks in.

"Mhm. I don't normally have nightmares. Well, not when I'm here at least."

"And why is that?" He's genuinely asking, which makes you smile. Such a smart man, and yet your feelings sometimes slip through his fingers.

"Because I'm with you. And I know that nothing can hurt me if I have you by my side."

He doesn't say anything after that. He doesn't need to. He just kisses you softly and holds you closer, until you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

[zaynezone]

HONEYBEE (ft. Zayne, Valko, & Sylus)

synopsis: God, I love the way you look at me pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: pure fluff <33

Zayne - pick me up, walk me home

"Funny seeing you here."

Zayne glances up from his book, a ghost of a smile on his face at your teasing words. Of course, he often sat on this bench in front of your office, waiting to walk with you.

"A welcome surprise, I hope." He stands, stretching his neck a bit. He's still dressed in his work clothes, and you know your shifts don't line up perfectly, that he'd sacrificed time he could have spent resting to pick you up.

But like always, he doesn't voice a single complaint.

"Did you have a good day?" He slips your bag from your shoulder as he asks, carrying it with him instead. You hum, looping your arm around his.

"I did. It was pretty boring but...not too bad. I missed you though. I hope you aren't too tired."

"Not at all. If you'd like, the bakery down the street is open. Do you want something?" His pace has slowed a bit, as if he knows your exhaustion is kicking in.

"Maybe next time. I just want to take a nice hot bath and go to sleep."

"What about dinner?" Always the practical thinker. You hum as you debate the contents of the fridge, and what will take the least effort.

"Nevermind that, I'll take care of while you're in the bath. Perhaps we'll eat in bed tonight...just this once, of course." He smiles at you as if the two of you are partaking in some grand act of rebellion. You press a kiss to his lips, relishing in his confused yet satisfied blinks.

"Well then, we better hurry on home!"

Valko - would you sit and keep me company?

"Will you sit with me?"

Valko pauses whatever he's typing, glancing over at you with an amused smile. You almost expect him to comment, to tease you a little, but he simply shuts his laptop.

"Of course." Despite his sharp canines, his smile is soft, settling next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you. His body is warm, and just the weight of his arm calms you.

"Good?" He whispers, as if not to disturb your peace. You hum, not quite in the mood for speaking.

His face buries into your shoulder, tugging you a little closer. You sink into it, instantly relaxing once his cologne envelops you. Valko had a way of doing that, of making you feel so comfortable, so yourself.

"I love you." You murmur quietly. It's not the first time you've said it, but he always smiles like it is.

"I love you too." He presses kisses all over your face, until you break out into laughter and find yourself tumbling to the floor, Valko underneath you.

"Any particular reason tonight? Do I look strikingly handsome today?" His teasing tone carries a hint of genuine curiosity. You're quiet for a while, adjusting his glasses so they don't sit crooked on his nose.

"I just...love being around you. Is that so wrong?" Your smile probably doesn't come off very carefree, hence why his face softens and his arms tighten around you.

"I love being around you too." He rests his cheek on the top of your head, squeezing you twice as if to really solidify his sincerity.

"Do you think we could just...spend the rest of the night like this?"

"I don't see why not! But...can I grab some chocolate milk first?"

Sylus - i'm not scared, I just reach and you’re right there

Your eyes fly open, heart seized in a panic. Blood is rushing through your ears, but everything slows down the moment your hand finds a warm arm.

Sylus is asleep, but he stirs almost immediately at your movements. He catches your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Everything alright?" His voice is husky from sleep, though no less caring. Your anxiety loosens as you lay back down, sinking into his hold.

"It was just a nightmare." You whisper. Sylus hums in response, his arms tight around you.

"Want to talk about it?" He pulls back to study your face, as if to make sure you aren't hiding how you truly feel. When you smile a little at his inquisitive gaze, he smirks, taking the opportunity to bite the tip of your nose.

"Ow! What was that for?" You swat at him, laughing as you rub your nose despite the fact it doesn't really hurt.

"I enjoy taking bites out of you, didn't you know?" He kisses your nose in a mock apology, really just an excuse to get closer to you.

"Are you feeling better?"

Sylus can read you like a book. Despite what seemed like an attempt to change the subject, you know it was a ploy to make you smile. Now, in the lighter air, he checks in.

"Mhm. I don't normally have nightmares. Well, not when I'm here at least."

"And why is that?" He's genuinely asking, which makes you smile. Such a smart man, and yet your feelings sometimes slip through his fingers.

"Because I'm with you. And I know that nothing can hurt me if I have you by my side."

He doesn't say anything after that. He doesn't need to. He just kisses you softly and holds you closer, until you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

[nanaqinli]

⋆˚꩜｡❤︎ too much?

Sum. Lads men reacting to you not being vocal about your needs for s3x. (early-relationship-ish).

notes. Based on a suggestion from an anon, i hope i did it right :') kinda smutty so MDNI. aside from that, seeing lads content just makes my heart heavy, i really hope everything will be fine and we get our wolf boy back.

[bibbysstuff]

Good Boy

[nixdvn]

Xavier's belly is fluffy!!

[nanaqinli]

⋆˚꩜｡❤︎ confessions.

sum. the lads men finally confess their feelings to you! (pre-relationship).

notes. same time tomorrow? in all seriousness, these are too fun to make, i feel like I've mastered it (jk) also curses to the 10 image limit!!!!!!

[xinghuisknight]

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა｡ 沈星回 : off my table!

synopsis.⠀after a horrid meeting at work, you find xavier asleep at your desk. he's... unusually clingy. tags.⠀sfw, fluff, crack kinda, pre-relationship xavmc, gn!reader, reader's already a little annoyed for comedic effect, idrk i wrote this on a whim :C. short & not proofread!

“That’s correct, miss. This month’s attacks have been greatly reduced thanks to our—”

One more word from this meeting and your head will explode. No, in fact, implode. That would be less of a mess to clean up. It’s a shame you’re all by yourself there. Apparently, they specifically needed you, showing you off as a trophy for all you’ve managed to accomplish recently. There was no way out.

You wanted Tara to be there, at the very least. Nudging your shoulder every now and then, cracking some random joke-remark while the higher ups would be discussing over serious stuff… anything but this. Her presence would help with lighting up the mood instead of having to deal with the fact that two of your supervisors are standing there, admiring you as if you’re a statue made out of authentic gold.

Thankfully for you, it ends quickly, which makes you walk back towards your desk, exiting the meeting room. It feels like your head is made out of nothing but putty, melting down on your body as you sluggishly try to find your way back. Not only this, but paperwork’s happily anticipating you back there. Another headache perfectly awaiting your arrival. Wonderful.

Slowly pulling yourself together, you open the door leading to your office. That’s where you see a white-haired man, in his hunter uniform, in your chair, his head on your desk, in… what?

“Xavier?” Your voice reaches his ears, his fingers coiling ever so slightly around the edges of your desk. His closed eyes twitch a little, before groggily opening themselves up, still squinting, to take a good look at you and at his surroundings. He seemed as if he didn’t understand why he was even there.

“Mmh?” He lets out a soft murmur, slooowly raising his head from the desk. This way, you can get a better look at your work partner and neighbor who just so happened to fall asleep right where you should be sitting at. You perk your eyebrows up in response to his mumbling, asking for answers.

Xavier doesn’t speak, however. That prompts you to break the silence once more.

“Are you… alright? What’re you doing here?”

It’s not long before his eyes fully open to look directly into yours. “Just hanging out.”

Hanging out?! Is he being serious right now…?

“At… at my desk?” Rhetorical tone drips out of your throat.

“Yes.” He answers casually, as if this is a normal, day-to-day occurance. Still a little perplexed by the situation, you approach him and signal towards the stack of papers on your desk. You motion towards them, indirectly letting him know that you still have work to do. And that he’s in the way.

While he does pick up what you’ve been gesturing, Xavier doesn’t exactly let go of interrogating you as if you were the one who he caught red-handed. “Is your meeting over?”

“Uh, yes…” You furrow your eyebrows a little, responding to his question. Obviously it would have ended, you’re standing right in front of him. “Why? Did you want to talk to me about something? Are you alright?”

It’s the second time you’ve asked this. You do know Xavier to be a bit of an oddball, but this seemed a little out of your area of expertise. Luckily for you, he finally stands up—a little silly due to you intrerrupting his very nice nap in your ‘abode’—and eyes you up and down, like a confused puppy. You’re still completely lost.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just… waiting for you.”

And the reasoning you did not know of. Still, your brain feels way too heavy to carry on your shoulders to actually try to understand this man. You just got out of an awkward situation, just to enter in yet another one. Sighing, a little heavier than you would have liked, you sat back down on your chair, your hands sluggishly grasping the paperwork to slide it in front of your face.

Xavier is still there.

You wait a little longer, too occupied to mind him, engrossed and utterly engulfed in that ugly stack of sheets, carefully sorting everything and going over the same lines written there—

Xavier is still there.

—to make sure that you’re absolutely doing everything well for the Association. After all, as you’ve noticed today, you were the grand trophy of your workplace, no? You just had to continue to—

Xavier is still there.

…Well.

“Why are you still here.” The way you phrased it didn’t even sound like it’s meant to be a question. You painfully tore your eyes away from that blinding white, meeting his calm blue eyes. As if that didn’t infuriate you further.

“Sorry. Should I go?”

The way he phrased it didn’t sound like a genuine question, either. Just a little more pathetic, so to speak.

“Ah— I mean, uh, I don’t mind.” You reply, almost instantly. The way his eyes were practically begging you to let him hang around you for a while longer made your heart melt. You can’t just whisk him away, especially when he’s been acting so… odd.

Gathering your thoughts together (amongst the stack of paper which has now been reduced in height a little), you gesture towards Xavier that he can come a little closer if he wishes to. Maybe, if he’s a little closer to you, you’d be able to press him further as to why he’s so insistent on staying.

It’s fun, if you’re honest.

Taking this opportunity, you let him lean a little closer. You poke his cheek, grabbing his attention. Pulling the exact move as he usually does: engage, then fall silent before the other. Your question remains unspoken in your eyes, which seem to stare him up as if your gaze could easily pierce right through him. That same odd feeling lingering in the air between you two.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

There he goes! He’s finally talking to you, as awkward as your situation still might be, he’s at least saying something.

“For what?” You press on, even though you already know what he’s sorry for. You just want to squeeze out answers out of him, that’s all.

“For invading your desk. I only wanted to find you, but then sleep washed over me, and… your desk was the nearest station.”

His knee accidentally touches yours, making you jump a little. It wakes you from whatever daze you were in, letting out an exasperated breath.

“You have such a way with words.”

a/n.⠀haven't posted in like... a month... hdhfdh i'm sorry. this is a little sloppy because i kind of lost interest in lads recently given everything,, </3 instead i've been super into indie visual novels! who cares!!!!!!!! oh oh also, check out xavier's birthday bang where i'll be featured in as well ^^ keep an eye out! until then, i might go on a short hiatus on here ;;

taglist.⠀feel free to ask to be (un)tagged in future works~⠀@hirayalia @naomiarai @thinkingofzayne @lariivcx @wetforsylus @snowypi @gravitationalbluberry @valkyrhii <3

thank you aditi for the idea :')

[leighsartworks216]

"Sweetie..." comes a long, tired sigh from behind. Hands soon follow, slipping under your shirt to soak up the warmth of your tummy and the softness of your skin. You're pulled back into a broad chest. His head settles last, forehead dropping to your shoulder, bangs drooping. "It's the middle of the day..."

You scoff. Yes, even though you changed your schedule around to match his, always pitying his sensitive eyes and how grumpy he can be during the day when he should be sleeping, your own cravings can't wait. Besides, what's the point of having a window in the kitchen if you can't bask in the warm sunlight that streams through it?

"I wanted something cheesy," you say. "So I'm makin' something cheesy!"

In the pan in front of you, a grilled cheese simmers on the heat. The cheese melts, slowly becoming gooey and twice as appealing to your mid-morning brain. The bread becomes toasted and golden brown, with the perfect crunch just waiting to reach your mouth.

"I'll be back soon. Go back to bed."

He hums his disapproval. "Can't sleep when you're not there." Seemingly catching up to his own words, he sighs over-dramatically. "I can't believe my lover would force me to sleep in a bed so empty and cold... So cruel to me."

You snicker, plating your grilled cheese. "Yes, I know, I'm soooo terrible. Do you want a bite?"

Waiting for his answer, you cut the sandwich at a diagonal with the spatula. Your stomach growls, so eager for that first bite. And still, you hold up one half of the sandwich up near your shoulder for him.

After a moment, he hums and lifts his head. Like a child, he opens his mouth and waits for you to feed him, chin resting on your shoulder. You bump his lip at first. He takes a big bite, chews slowly, humming his satisfaction, before ducking his head again to hide from the sun.

He waits there, standing pressed close against you, as you eat your craving. His fingers slowly trace ticklish patterns along your belly and sides. One hand presses down the hem of your pants and underwear, not all the way, and not far enough to be salacious; just to feel more of your skin.

You don't get a chance to clean up once you've finished. With a gentle scratch at his head to tell him you're done, Sylus lifts you up under your arms, carrying you like an oversized plushie all the way back to your bedroom. You feel like a plushie, too, when he smothers you under the covers, wrapping you tightly in his arms and throwing a leg over your hip. There's no way you're getting out again, not if you big cuddly dragon has anything to say about it.

[nanaqinli]

⋆˚꩜｡❤︎ need a break?

sum. pranking the lads men by telling then you need space/a break from this relationship.

notes. based on a suggestion from a lovely anon, so thank you!! again not very proud of this one (i was half asleep making it idfk how i thought of this) anyway, no warnings, slight hurt to comfort bcs of the prank!!