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A/n: So since I've gotten up to more than 10 posts now on the entire blog, I've decided to make a masterlist before the number of my posts becomes overwhelming. Still learning Tumblr... Okay! Here goes!
(Updated 06/04/2026)
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In case anyone wants to reblog, below is the link for most current version of my masterlist~ Thanks!
Masterlist
[Original Content] - Link
[Fanfics]
~~Genshin Impact Stuff~~
~Ayato Kamisato~
Notice Me, Mrs. Kamisato!
In which your husband, Ayato, tries anything and everything to get you to react in various ways to him.
Part 1: Cats vs Dogs
Part 2: Lend a Hand
Part 3: Fear of Cucumbers
Part 4: Brother vs Sister
Part 5: To Have and To Hold
Part 6: Early Birds
Part 7: [In hiatus...]
~Dottore~
Rebirth Part I & Part II [incomplete]
The Doctor can't bear the subject of his upmost interest to leave him alone in this mortal realm...
~Neuvillette~
Operation Otterly-In-Love [incomplete]
You, a young bachelor who was born to inherit your family's legacy, are more interested in capturing the heart of a certain hydro dragon.
~~Honkai Star Rail Stuff~~
~Sunday~
Sunday Pt. 1 (Slight NSFW), Pt. 2 (NSFW)
Sunday has decided to lock you up in a birdcage.
~~Love and Deepspace~~
~All~
Squish Them!
In which you try (or try not to) squish their cheeks...
Get Bent!
Xavier | Zayne [not yet...] | Rafayel [not yet...] | Sylus [not yet...] | Caleb [not yet...]
The lads have suddenly turned into ladies, how will they react?
Til Death Do Us Part...?
It's April Fools' Day and you learn that joking about death might not be the best way to have fun...
When and How to Use Evols
Just some thoughts and scenarios about how their evols can be used...
Wuv and Big Space Series (LADS AU)
By some twist of fate, you became the caretaker to various children with vastly different backgrounds. How will you juggle between your life and the lives of the children, against the evil, evil forces of Ever?
0. Prologue
1. Chapter 1 - Fallen Star
~Xavier ⭐~
Chibi Xavier Imagines
Just some random Chibi Xavier imagines.
~Caleb 🍎~
How To Use a Gravity Evol
A to M (SFW) | N to Z (NSFW)
Just some more thoughts and scenarios Caleb might use his evol.
Chibi Caleb Imagines
Just some random Chibi Caleb imagines.
[Other Stuff]
Imagines / Random Thoughts
Operation YAN
The history of how YANs (Your Affectionate Neighbor) came to be and how you can get your very own today! ♡⸜(˶˃ヮ˂˶)⸝♡
Thanks For Giving Answers
From the perspective of a random reporter (my oc) who finds and asks questions regarding Thanksgiving 2024 to various ocs of mine and fanfic!Ayato Kamisato from Genshin Impact.
New Year, New Problem (random write)
With the new year incoming, one would expect the Celestial Animals to be on their best behavior before the Jade Emperor arrives. Unfortunately, not even food can unite these animals.
Love and Deepspace Thoughts (/ Rant / Appreciation)
I just rant about the Love and Deepspace love interests and also what kind of yandere they'd be, because I happen to write a lot of yandere content.
C/w: love and deepspace content, LADS fanfiction, LADS AU, comfort, fluff, MC is a young child, caretaker! reader, reader has an evol, characters eat ramen, reader insert, gender neutral reader
A/n: Here’s finally chapter 1, I hope I did our alien boy some justice in this alternate universe ahahaaa- Anyway, check out the prologue before reading this chapter!
W/c: 5K
Masterlist | 0, 1 (you’re here!), 2 (not yet!)
[Recap from Last Time…]
Your mornings were typically spent like this. Quiet and peaceful, which you didn’t mind at all. It was just surprising to you, considering this child was dropped off so hastily. Especially so, when there was an orphanage right down the road. You haven’t yet had the opportunity to visit the place, but it had some high reviews online.
Regardless, you had the rest of your saved funds to live off of. That and some donations from your kind and friendly neighbors to help out with your daughter’s care. So really, in a world where everyone works so hard to achieve such serenity, why would you give a f-
CRASHHH!
You and MC, both cheeks stuffed with pancakes, looked towards the back door.
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[Current]
You squinted your eyes, not quite believing what you’re seeing in the distance. You and MC stood within the frame of the backdoor, staring at the golfcart-sized strangely stereotypical alien saucer-shaped hunk of silver metal that had crashed right in the middle of the field of clovers in your open backyard. Within the smoke it was emitting, many rounded star-shaped lights that decorated the ring of the saucer pulsed on and off, making it look comedically like a movie prop. The dome on it was completely blacked out.
“What the…” you whispered.
“Ah?” MC squeaked, pointing at it in question.
“I… don’t know,” you answered with a shake of your head, several conspiracies racing through your mind and crashing into thoughts of calling the police or perhaps the government.
“Oh…”
After a few seconds of contemplation, MC let curiosity take the handles of her body and scurried with her tiny legs towards the smoking wreck with her arms outstretched like a plane.
You snapped out of it and shouted as you followed her, “MC! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!
She stopped just as she reached the saucer, before toddling back a few steps as if she had made contact with some invisible force field. Once you caught up to her, you felt the scary radiation of heat from the hunk of metal. You scooped her up into your arms and ran backwards away from the dangerous object that looks like it could explode any minute.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” MC slapped her palm against your shoulder and pointed back at the machine as she wriggled to escape your arms.
“It’s dangerous!” you reprimanded her, trying to secure a hold on her wiggling body.
She shook her head vigorously and continued to jab an index finger towards the saucer.
“What?” you asked, looking between her and the machine. “What is it? I’m not letting you go near it.”
Her face scrunched up in frustration as she tried to make words with her mouth, but was unable to. She then held up a hand and splayed her fingers and thumb, before she folded her thumb and then folded her fingers down against her palm. It was the hand signal for help.
“Help? Y-you mean there’s a person? In there?” you asked in disbelief, trying to peer through the smoke at the dome.
“Ah!” MC nodded, still wriggling.
“Are you sure?”
“Ah!”
You bit your bottom lip in contemplation. This was not the first time MC had intuitively indicated something outside of her knowledge.
The first time she showed this ability was when you had a neighbor over for some refreshments. At this time, she, who normally didn’t focus on anything except for anything cat-related, kept staring at a particular spot on the neighbor’s chest for long periods of time without blinking. You hadn’t noticed until the neighbor pointed it out. You then became flustered and with your awkwardness, stupidly joked about maybe MC was detecting some breast cancer or something (bad joke, and yes you regretted it right after). Sure enough, the neighbor found out at her next doctor’s appointment that she had breast cancer that had been there for years, and it would have become inoperable had she not gone for the mammogram then. After receiving chemotherapy treatment, MC seemed to stop this staring behavior.
About a couple years later when she was a little older, MC began to throw tantrums unless you took her to a seemingly normal hill in some nearby park almost every day. For a few days she stared at a particular spot much to your confusion until she started digging like a hound dog looking for foxes. You took a chance and decided to call park services before MC could get you both fined for public destruction. It was discovered afterwards that a murder had occurred around that time and the body had been buried exactly where MC was obsessed with. Once the case was closed and the murderer was convicted, MC also lost the obsession and went about her days petting stray cats again.
Since then, you figured after several more incidents, that this strange ability of MC’s, potentially some kind of resonating evol, was why that weird lady back then was so insistent on dropping the kid off all those years ago. Who knows what kind of potential MC has? Luckily nothing bad has happened so far…
But how long would this peace last?
“Ah!” MC squeaked.
“Okay, okay!” You set her down, holding her by the armpits just so she wouldn’t immediately take off. “Stay here. I’ll go and check it out, okay? It’s really dangerous to go near objects like these.”
She reluctantly nodded with a pout, giving you reassurance that she’ll stay out of trouble. With that, you turned around and hesitantly walked towards the saucer. Just as you paused once you felt the heat again, something bumped against the back of your legs. With a swing of your head, you found MC sat down on the clovers, sheeplessly looking up at you. With the most adorable eyes ever.
Darn those cute eyes of hers! I swear this won’t work when she’s older! you told yourself, knowing full well you’ve been and will always be completely wrapped around her finger since the first time she laid eyes on you.
You sighed and turned back towards the saucer. You placed a hand out to the side near your outer thigh. “Stay behind me if you want to get closer, okay?”
MC scrambled to stand, fists ready for anything. “Mm!”
“Okay.” You inhaled and sharply exhaled as you prepared yourself for anything that could happen. As you inched through the heat, you stretched your arm out towards the blacked-out dome. The moment you tapped on it, which was surprisingly not hot to touch at all, it activated some kind of system and displayed a bunch of alien symbols in digital blue text all over the dome, before finally opening. All of the smoke from within, revealing… a boy?
“Ah?” MC held onto the back of your leg as she tried to stand on her toes and stretch her neck.
“It’s a boy,” you answered in disbelief.
“Ugh.” MC sounded disappointed.
“Right?” you agreed. You were expecting something grander, but instead it was just a child. Whose child is this and why? … Unless it’s an alien disguised as a child? That’s really dangerous-
The ship suddenly began to rumble and released beams of light as a cute mechanical voice began to speak. “Warning! Warning! The ship has been compromised. I repeat. The ship has been compromised. Self-destruction will commence in 5… 4…”
Your eyes bulged out before you quickly ripped out the boy in the seat like a ragdoll and scooped up MC before you immediately launched yourself into the house, just as the ship began to flicker and beep like a detonating bomb.
BEEP!
BEEP!
And it popped.
By popped, it was at the same level as a pop from a single popcorn kernel kind of pop. Confused at the lack of explosion, you lifted your head. The saucer was broken in a cartoonish fashion, with sprung out gears and thick coil. No flames. No broken glass. The smoke fizzled to nothing. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, which temporarily numbed the pain of your scrapped elbows and knees.
All that? For just… this? Motherf-
“AH!?” MC exclaimed with puffed cheeks.
“Right?” you agreed with MC’s disappointment.
You released a sigh of relief as you rested the two children onto the ground. The boy you picked up was knocked out but alive, indicated by the slow rise and fall of his chest. He had short platinum blond hair, which no one in this neighborhood shared as far as you knew, and he looked around 6-7 years old. His face was peaceful, with no injuries anywhere as if he hadn’t crash landed into your backyard. He also wore some kind of light-colored prince-like uniform, decorated with star emblems and images.
Whoever this was, clearly he wasn’t a normal child.
MC must’ve thought so too, the way she stared at him. She tilted her head side to side as if she was trying to solve a puzzle you couldn’t see. She had never looked at other children as hard as she was looking at him, you noticed.
Perhaps it came with parenting or being acquainted with other neighbors who had children, but a certain idea in regards to her future suddenly crossed your mind. You smirked. As if sensing your mischief, she jerked her head and met your eyes.
You raised your eyebrows twice teasingly. “Isn’t he cute?”
She glanced at the unconscious boy. “Uh…” Her expression was quite neutral.
“Yes? No? Maybe so?”
She cocked her head, confused.
You nearly snorted, swallowing your chuckles as you figured she’s not at that age to be interested in boys yet. And you’ve probably played too many otome games where one of the love interests of the LIs was the MC’s childhood friend. That was fine. She could barely speak at the moment and it wouldn’t do for her to fall for someone who might take advantage of that. You make a mental note to prepare yourself for the day many many years later when she would come home and say she has a crush on someone. Would you be a strict parent or an easy-going one…?
You shook your head. “Let’s move him over to the couch,” you decided, scooping him up to head over to the living room.
“Mm!”
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[A couple hours later…]
Bright blue eyes struggled to shake off the drowsiness of a long slumber as they slowly opened and allowed the light to come in, meeting the doe-like eyes of MC, who had been watching for signs of life from him like a hawk.
“.....” The boy blinked.
“.....” MC blinked.
“... You…” the boy whispered, reaching out towards her.
MC turned away, much to his surprise, and ran towards you, who was in the kitchen making a pot full of packets of instant ramen. The moment you felt your daughter hug your leg, you looked down with a loving smile. “Hm?”
MC pointed towards the couch and made pinching motions near her closing and opening eyes. “Ah!”
Understanding, you switched off the stove and rushed over towards the boy, now awake and sitting up. His eyes were nearly slits as they struggled to stay open, and his head swayed like a deflated balloon. You kneeled in front of him and waved to get his attention. The moment his blue eyes met yours, you felt your chest tighten.
SO CUTE!!!
His face reminded you of a ragdoll cat. You nearly wanted to squish the boy’s face!
As if sensing your (innocent?) intention, he immediately snapped out of his dozing and reached towards an invisible holster on his left hip and dragged out a sword made out of light. You threw yourself back in fright and landed painfully on your tailbone, nearly avoiding a slice that only managed to sizzle the edges of the peach fuzz on the tip of your nose.
The boy’s face remained stoic, aside from a frown and a glare. He hopped over the couch and stood with his child-sized sword pointed at you like an angry knight. “Who are you and how dare you-”
“AH!”
MC cut him off by grabbing tufts of his head with her fists, with tears threatening to leak from her angry eyes. Pained, the boy let go of the sword, which dissipated into thin air. MC pulled him with so much force they both toppled on the ground.
Once you recovered from your shock, you took control of the situation and managed to spare the boy’s scalp from MC’s grip. You used your hands to act as a divider between the pitiful boy clutching his strands with tears in his eyes in front of you, and MC sat on your lap as she glared at him like an angry cat, her hair strangely puffed. You could even hear the whispers of hissing from her.
“NO! NO! NO!” MC squeaked, pointing aggressively towards the boy.
“Uuu…” the boy replied, looking a little too heartbroken to respond.
You patted MC’s tummy. “I think you’re being too harsh with him.”
MC jerked up with disgust at you. “AH!?”
As much as it was cute to see this child be angry for your sake, the other older child was looking at MC with sadness spanning space and time. You sighed. Surely, the boy was simply startled from being woken up in a completely different place.
You turned towards him and offered a gentle smile. “I’m sorry. We must’ve started off on the wrong foot. My name is (Y/n) and this is… MC. How about you? What’s your name?”
The boy peered at you with suspicion, understandably, but answered, “... Xavier.”
“Xavier. What a lovely name,” you commented, hoping to chip away the awkward tension. “Welcome to our household.”
“... Thank you…
The diction of his voice was strangely clear for someone of his age. You watched Xavier’s eyes flick up and down and left and right and diagonal as he absorbed his surroundings. He seemed to relax once they landed upon MC, who began to wiggle at his staring. MC even covered her eyes, as if to block him from looking at her anymore, seeing as she wasn’t exactly keen to move from your lap just because she was uncomfortable with him.
PFF. Anyway…
“So… are you hungry?” you asked.
Do aliens get hungry?
“N-no,” Xavier answered a bit too quickly.
Grrr…
His tummy insisted otherwise. You nodded in understanding. You adjusted MC onto the floor so that you can go back to the pot and divided it into three servings of instant ramen, each size befitting of its receiver.
MC was initially confused as to why she was no longer sitting on the soft cushion of your lap, and instead was on the hard wood flooring. When she uncovered her eyes and found the strange boy still staring at her with the most precious look he could muster, she jolted upon realizing that you had left her in this alien’s company by herself, only to stand so far away. She scrambled to her feet and paddled all the way until she practically launched herself at your legs, slapping your calves angrily as if demanding why you left her to a stranger’s mercy. You nearly tripped, but luckily managed to rest the bowls and utensils on the coffee table near the couch, before scooping her up and placing her to sit next to you on the floor.
“I hope you like noodles?” you offered, pushing a bowl and set of utensils towards the boy, who sat on the other side of the table.
“...” He deigned not to answer, staring at the bowl in contemplation.
MC, on the other hand, spent no time waiting for anybody and forked a huge mound of noodles into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed, now resembling a hamster as she chewed thoughtfully and hummed. Upon seeing MC eat, Xavier seemed to deem this dish safe enough to eat and tried a small bit. The blue of his eyes instantly sparkled at the taste of the broth and then he attempted to copy MC’s eating habits. Now you had two hamsters.
You placed the tips of your fingers together, and prayed that whatever deity exists can protect your heart from exploding from the cuteness. And then you began eating your noodles as well.
For the next half and hour, the three of you enjoyed the meal until there were three empty bowls, two sleepy cats, and one full adult. Before the boy could fall asleep again, a round of questions began.
“So, Xavier, what brings you to our backyard?” you asked.
Xavier, who had been about to doze off, snapped out of it. He kept his head tilted down, eyes shifting between you and to the side, hesitant. “That is… a secret…”
There’s that strangely clear diction of his. Either that princely attire is more than show or he was a lot older than he looked.
“No!” MC squeaked and slammed her hand on the table, like a gavel in a court case, before you pointed. “Ah!” She wanted answers!
Xavier straightened up. “I-I wanted to find… a star…”
“A… star?”
He nodded, casting a shy glance towards MC. “Yes. I- I mean my prince had been looking through his telescope and found an interesting star. So I have travelled a long way to find her- I mean, it. That is all.”
What sort of kid talks like this?
“How old are you?” you asked.
“Me? I am six years old.”
So young!
You squinted your eyes. “You seem quite well spoken for a six year old.”
Even MC agreed, nodding her head.
“I am a pri- I mean the prince’s knight, so that is to be expected,” he answered.
Well, that answers a few things, whether you believe it or not. However!
“So you say you’ve been looking for a star and you landed in our backyard. What happened?”
“I was… too excited… to meet my st- my prince’s star…”
The way he glanced over to MC multiple times with a slight pink blush across his cheeks was hinting something. And you would be an idiot to not probe it, especially considering MC’s safety.
“Hmm. Who sent you to find your prince’s star?”
His eyes snapped to yours. “No one,” he answered without hesitation before restating, “I mean, my prince did.
“Really? I have a hard time believing that. How do I know you’re not lying?” you baited, leaning forward.
His eyes burned intensely, his hands placed on the table as he leaned forward to meet your challenge. “I do not lie. I was looking through my telescope when I found her- I mean, it and I simply needed to meet it in person. That is all.”
The way he’s trying not to point out MC is adorable~ Aww this is such a cute fairytale!
“Why? Because she’s cute?”
His pale face erupted with pink as he simmered down into his seat and looked away, occasionally sending quick glances at MC. “No! She just… looked like… bunny… so I… my prince sent me to find her.”
You knew it, barely containing a laugh behind tight lips.
You smirked as dots were connecting. MC was so confused she slammed her palm on the table, demanding an explanation. Xavier couldn’t answer, so you decided to translate for him.
“I think you sent too many kisses during the night sky. A prince sent his knight to come find you.”
“Oh.”
MC had no further comment, her face twisting just a little. It wasn’t like she was going to stop doing whatever she wanted just because some alien weirdo came for her. How else was she supposed to bid the moon goodnight? Honestly…
“So, little knight, now that you’ve seen… your prince’s star. I suppose you’ll be heading back? I mean I can’t exactly let you take her.”
“Hmph!” MC crossed her arms, as if to say that it’ll be a cold day in hell if anyone takes her away from home.
He became flustered. “I was not planning on taking her. I simply… T-that- It has only been a short while so-”
Ah. The little prince doesn’t want to be away from his star. So cute!
“And your spaceship is broken-” you added.
“Yes! I will need to do repairs before I go back-”
You place a hand against your cheek thoughtfully. “But where will you stay in the meantime?” you wondered aloud.
He froze. “Ah…”
Once he had his heart stolen by the cutest star bunny in the universe, the little prince had only planned as far as escaping the watchful eye of the king, queen, the royal guards, and not to mention his trusty knight who usually successfully thwarts many of his escape attempts. After effectively launching his self-built spaceship out of the Planet Philos’ atmosphere towards the coordinates he coded from his star graphs, he hadn’t quite accounted for what he planned to do afterwards.
His face may be the best poker face you have ever seen, but his silence spoke more words than a painting could. You nodded understandably. You were still suspicious of him. “I suppose you’ll have no choice but to stay here, for now.”
MC whipped towards you in shock. “Ah!?” She’s going to have to stay with this alien weirdo?
Xavier’s eyes shone with hope. “I could?”
You shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, your spaceship is here anyway. Might as well. As long as you do me a favor.”
His eyes hardened, expecting the worst. After all, he was a runaway prince of a powerful planet. “What sort of favor?”
You almost pinched his cheeks out of cuteness. “You’re a knight, right? Could you promise to protect MC for me, in case I’m not around?”
“Uh uh!” MC protested, proclaiming she wasn’t some damsel in distress.
Xavier softened and nodded vehemently.
You clasped your hands together. “Excellent!”
And that’s how you ended up taking in your very first boy.
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[Sometime later on…]
Once you finally convinced the stubborn alien— Ahem!— boy to get a checkup at the doctors, the three of you patiently sat in the waiting room for the receptionist to call in your name. You turned to your left where Xavier is seated.
“Don’t be afraid, these nice people are just going to run a few short tests and take your heartbeat just to make sure you’re as healthy as can be.”
“I am… aware.”
His face remained calm, but you could notice the unconvinced tone in his voice. You patted him on the head before you turned to look at-
“MC!?” You stood up in a panic, looking around the waiting room.
FU-
Fortunately, your fear of her getting kidnapped were immediately extinguished when a couple came up to you with a boy that looks like a mixture of them, along with your MC who skipped over to you with glee on her face.
“Oh, MC! Why did you run off?” you asked, grabbing her by her shoulders and looking all over for any signs of injury.
For the first time in your life, she pursed her lips and shook her head. She wasn’t going to tell you, though her eyes did look guilty and apologetic. You patted her on the head. Xavier came up to your side to ensure MC was alright as well.
“Are you her parent?” asked the lady.
You mentally prepared yourself for a scolding for being an irresponsible parent. “Yes, yes I am. Thank you so much for bringing her back. I’m so sorry, I just looked away for a moment-”
“Oh, no no no! Actually, we’d like to express our gratitude to… MC, was it? For finding our Zayne.”
You stood up and slightly bowed towards the couple in respect, seeing as they wore doctors’ coats. “Pardon?”
The man chuckled and patted the boy on the shoulder. “Our boy also suddenly disappeared and it was your MC who brought him back to us.”
You looked down at the boy. His hair was short and black, just like the night sky. His eyes were the shade of yellow topazes. Somehow, even though he looked like a ten-year-old, his eyes held the look of a tired adult.
Must be tough… I wonder why?
Whatever the case was, MC seemed to have sensed him out and brought him out of his hiding spot.
“What do you say to MC and her parent for causing trouble, Zayne?” urged the mother.
“I’m sorry… and thank you.”
You squatted down to meet him at eye level and waved your hand. “It’s okay, it’s okay. As long as the two of you are safe. And MC, what do you say to the couple and Zayne who brought you back to me?”
Somehow, for a moment you had forgotten MC’s unique way of expressing her gratitude, but before you could stop her, she had already kissed her palm and blew it out towards them, with a wink.
You watched as Zayne’s face turned pink as a shine appeared in his eyes.
Ah. Another heart has been stolen. Oh well, it’s not like we’ll see them again… probably…
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[Extra]
There were certain things that MC didn’t like.
For example, she didn’t like the sound of thunder. Every boom during a storm brought up memories of a past she couldn’t erase no matter what (Y/n) did as her loving parent, even if she couldn’t quite understand what those memories were about. It simply sent her stress levels up to the max, causing her to become paralyzed with fear wherever she stood, only able to cry and shake as she curled in on herself.
Another thing MC didn’t like was the feeling of eyes on her, despite doing a lot of staring herself. This was something she might have inherited from her parent, who also ironically didn’t like the feeling of being looked at by others, despite having a tendency to watch over MC like a hawk. Regardless of the source, whenever MC felt eyes on her— and she knew exactly the difference between the people who looked at her and the people who just happened to look towards her direction— being as young as she was and with the inability to speak up for herself, had resorted to throwing things towards the people looking directly towards her.
It had gotten her in trouble, yes, and most likely the reason why her parent didn’t take her outside all that much anymore, and MC was fine with that. (Y/n) had provided her with everything a child needed for motor development in a dedicated playroom. The only thing missing was the social aspect, which would've been supplied by other children in places like a park or whenever her parent arranged for playdates with their neighbors’ kids.
MC didn’t really care for mingling all that much. And it definitely didn’t change with the arrival of that weird alien knight boy.
“MC, look Xavier wants to say something to you.”
“No!” MC continued to bury her face into your stomach as she sat on your lap. You sighed, sending an apologetic look towards Xavier, who pouted.
The three of you were seated on the couch, watching TV so that Xavier could get a sense of what a typical child’s life was like on this planet, considering he seemed to have a strict upbringing. Except Xavier was more interested in interacting with the only other kid in the vicinity. Even it sort of weirded you out how intensely Xavier liked to stare at MC, as he was simply content watching her without saying anything. Or perhaps he didn’t know what to say whenever MC met his gaze.
The channel left the commercial and a familiar tune slowly came on.
“Look! It’s your favorite Bunny Knight” you pointed towards the screen.
MC popped her head up and sat properly on your lap with excitement. “YAH!” she squealed happily and waved her limbs wildly as her favorite character popped onto the screen. “OOMI!”
Only then did Xavier break his gaze away from MC to find the source of her excitement. He watched the entire episode from beginning to end. What he gathered was that MC’s favorite character was the one and only Bunny Knight named Lumiere, who wore simply a mask and a blue cape, equipped with a sword with a bunny pommel. Underneath the outfit, Lumiere had platinum blond fur and big blue eyes. Not only that, apparently this Bunny Knight thing was only an alter-ego since he was actually a prince in the Bunny Kingdom.
…..
Xavier had platinum blond hair and blue eyes. And he was also secretly a prince underneath this knightly identity too.
…..
WERE THEY NOT THE SAME?
…..
And yet, MC seemed to be extremely enamored with this Lumiere for some reason, even going so far as to send kisses towards the screen whenever the character waved goodbye during the endings.
….
APPARENTLY NOT!?
Since that day, you tended to find Xavier scowling at the screen whenever you all watched another episode of Bunny Knight Lumiere.
“You okay?” you asked finally.
“I do not like this knight.”
MC turned her head at this blasphemy. “AH!?”
“Eh? Why?” you probed.
He didn’t elaborate any further than that.
MC did not like that. Not at all.
From then on, MC would try her best to convince him about the blessed presence of Bunny Knight Lumiere through her limited speech with the use of special edition merch, acting out her favorite scenes and even forcing Xavier to pretend he was the Bunny Knight himself.
Xavier remained unconvinced, though you could tell by the way he tilted his head as MC made intense eye contact and angrily squeaked during her one-sided argument that he enjoyed the new attention.
Oh well, they’re at least compromising in an odd way. What better could a parent ask for?
C/w: unhealthy behavior, implied mentions of attempted self-harm, implied mentions of attempted suicide, omniscient yandere, yandere x reader, reader insert, gender neutral reader, reader is nicknamed "Sweetheart", fluff (?)
W/c: ~700
Masterlist
So imagine being so tired of the everyday grind of life that you decided to make a wish during some special once-in-a-lifetime astrological event. What was the wish, one might ask?
Well…
“Sweetheart, when are you going to give me your clothes to wash?”
You felt sweat bead and roll from your temples down to your neck as you held a heavy basket of laundry, as you considered all of your options.
…..
One or two seconds pass before hesitation wins out. You turned around, plopped the laundry basket onto the floor, and headed out of the laundry room.
“Sweetheart, where are you going?”
The frames and boards of the walls quivered and creaked as you fast-walked down the hallway towards the living room, towards the door-
“Aww, did you want to take a walk?”
You immediately changed route and threw yourself onto the couch in defeat. The cushions of the couch depresses underneath your weight, the peaks curling up against your body as if it was trying to swallow you whole.
“Aww~ Sweetheart, if you were tired, you could have said so. I could’ve taken you here myself.”
With a huff, you rolled off the couch and headed towards the kitchen.
“Hm? Are you hungry, Sweetheart?”
Before the door of the fridge could crack open, you slammed against it with a hand. It doesn’t resist your strength. You eyed the knife stand, mulling over the same discussion you’ve had in your head ever since you got here.
Were you going insane? Yes. Was there a better option? Probably not.
Against all common sense, you reasoned that what you’re about to do will be the most sane option you’ve made in this world.
You grabbed the handle of a knife.
It doesn’t budge from the knifestand. “Sweetheart? Sweetie? What are you doing? Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Let me have the knife,” you ordered through gritted teeth.
The cabinets of the kitchen shudder. The floors began to shred and splinter towards you. The lights flickered on and off. “No, sweetheart. Tell me what you are about to do with a knife.”
“Let me have the knife!” you sneered, wrapping your hands around the knife handle and attempting ripping it out of the knife stand with your entire body, feet braced against the shaking drawers.
“What are you trying to do? What are you trying to do? You’re not trying to kill yourself, are you?”
You paused for a split second, having been called out. It was only for a mere second before you continued your struggle with retrieving a knife, but it was enough for it to realize what your silence meant.
“NO!”
Its voice boomed, nearly breaking your eardrums, causing you to lose your grip on the knife and fall on your back to the floor. It wastes no time shifting the floorboards underneath you away from the kitchen towards another place- No! Upon realization, your eyes widened in fear and a scream escaped you as you quickly clawed onto the wood in the attempt to stop moving. However, your efforts were in vain as it took you down, down, down the stairs of this godforsaken house into the basement where you had first woken up after your terrible wish.
It tossed you onto the bed, and wasted no time wrapping you up in blankets like a newborn baby, arms and legs tucked in tightly.
“Why do you have to make this so hard on yourself?”
You shut your eyes and kept your mouth shut in protest.
“If I were more cruel, I would force you to do whatever I want. Do you know why I don’t?”
You didn’t care.
“Because I love you, (Y/n). I love you so, so, so much.”
The voice echoed with a thousand layers of tones as it proclaimed its love for you. Upon no response from you, you hear it sigh before silence falls upon the room. The blankets around you did not release you however, no matter how much you tried to wiggle.
You opened your eyes to glare at its ceiling and shouted, “How long are you going to keep me here!?”
…..
Your voice became shrill. “What? Not going to answer me now?”
Silence… and then it laughed. It laughed like a large court laughs at a jester. Then it answered.
C/w: love and deepspace content, LADS fanfiction, LADS AU, comfort, fluff, MC is a baby, caretaker! reader, reader has an evol, reader insert, gender neutral reader
A/n: So I watched a clip about “On My Way to Meet My Mom” and I was like “Uwaaaaa-” Anyway, after I recovered from melting into a puddle of cuddles, I wanted to write what it would be like if Love and Depr- I mean, Love and Deepspace was kind of like a daycare / children’s home run by you. Because why not? I wanna write a wholesome fluffy series!
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You perhaps started questioning the universe’s ledger of fate after you decided to wake up in the middle of the night to head downstairs for a cup of water.
Glug glug glug glug glug.
After you filled a large glass with water, you took a huge gulp, “Ahh~”, taking satisfaction from the coolness running down your throat.
There was just something different about drinking cool water in the middle of the night while looking out of your kitchen window over your sink towards the starry night sky. You take another swig of water, closing your eyes as you tilt your head and the cup back to drink the rest of the liquid.
Just as you lowered your cup, there’s suddenly a lady, whose frantically wide open eyes made you spit out your mouthful of water against the glass window.
Holy mother of stars.
You immediately crouched down, resting your back against the drawers of your island counter, holding your empty glass shakily as you questioned whether what you saw was actually real or not, until you heard an alarming pounding at your front door.
Oh heck no! If I just sit here and pretend I’m here, maybe she’ll go away…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knock!
…..
… Oh thank go-
“Please! Help! Please!” she shouted, from the back door.
You groaned. You did not move to an extremely affordable house in the middle of a decently nice neighborhood with that horrendously scary forest right behind you to spend the rest of your days away from those greedy corporations, just to get bothered by a potentially dangerous and strange lady in the middle of the night. For all you knew, she came from that very forest. There’s a reason you rarely spent time in your unfenced backyard!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Her pounding against the wood of your door began to climb in volume and power, almost matching the rate of your frantic heartbeat. You decided to head over to your back door on your hands and knees, just as a stone crashed through the door’s glass panel.
“Holy sh-” You jumped back, preparing yourself for an invasion with your arms upward.
After that, silence.
…..
Wait, what? That’s it?
Your turned your head and angled your ear, trying to pick up anything.
…..
Nothing. Just silence. And some occasional hooting of the owls.
Curious, you cautiously examined the stone. On it was a white paper taped. You quickly grabbed a frying pan as a shield and poked the stone with a long wooden spoon. It didn’t react. You then held it in your hands and read the message on it:
“I left her for you,” it read.
…..
“Left who for who?” you asked yourself. Did that lady leave something? A bomb? A threat? A dead corpse??? WHAT???
You told yourself to calm down. You didn’t know what exactly that woman wanted, but perhaps it was just lack of sleep that was making you exaggerate things. That lady was probably just a normal lady who just really wanted to give a pan of pie, perhaps… in the middle of the night… for some reason. And threw a stone through your door-
Ugh! Whatever it was, she left something at your doorstep. And it was up to you whether or not you wanted to find out.
…..
You could go back to sleep, and forget all of this happened. Just handle it tomorrow?
…..
But what if it was something illegal?
You’d have to clean it off your doorsteps before your neighbors see it in the morning. Decisions, decisions…
With a big huff, you crawled over the door, minding the glass shards as you went around it, and reached up towards the door knob. You placed your other hand against another surface, just in case you needed to close the door right away. With yourself mentally prepared, you cracked open the door and peeked outwards.
The shadows of the forest loomed over your backyard of clovers where the moonlight doesn’t reach. The cool outside flew in and caressed your face. However, within closer inspection, you find a large basket on top of the three steps on your porch.
… That’s a lot of food?
You opened the door wider after you concluded there was no one outside and tentatively brought the basket inside before slamming the door shut and locking. With a sigh of relief, you placed the basket in your lap and looked inside. Your eyes immediately went as wide as saucers.
Definitely not food. A doll- No, it’s breathing. A baby.
It’s a baby.
…..
IT’S A BABY.
You had a baby in your hands.
Whose baby is this and why!?
Oh, there’s a folded piece of paper attached to said baby, taped to the light blue blanket patterned with fluffy white clouds. You carefully took and unfolded the letter. It read:
“I’m sorry. I want her to live a full and happy life. Please take care and protect this child at all costs. Her name is-”
You read this baby’s name over and over and over. No matter how many times you read the paper, mentally and aloud, it did not make any sense.
“‘Main Character’??? Who names a baby ‘Main Character’?”
You looked down at the sleeping baby, half cooing at her cute sleeping face while at the same time wondering how in the world she slept through all of that heavy noise.
“Do you want to be called that, baby?” you whispered, not expecting an answer. You shrugged, believing that babies don’t know their names until they’re at least a few years old, so you decided to name her something else- And then you noticed.
Attached to the letter was a birth certificate. It looked official with stamps of assumingly this baby’s feet, with the red seal and everything. It also had her first name officially written as “Main Character” while her surname was… scribbled out with a black pen. She was apparently born at the nearest hospital and was just several hours old.
… No wonder she looked wrinkly.
You yawned and decided you’ll think about it in the morning. For now, you’ll just make sure this baby was safe and sound first. And then sleep for the rest of the night.
Going up the stairs, you began to talk to her as if she could understand you. “Let’s go and find you a good place for now, okay Main Chara- You know what, I’ll just call you ‘MC’ from now on, yeah? And then in the morning, I’ll drop you off to the nearest orphanage. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe and sound there. I don’t know who your mother was, but I am definitely not the person you want taking care of you. I don’t even know anything about raising my own kids- I don’t even have kids and I’m not ready to have kids. I mean with the expenses and the labor, and, and…”
.
.
.
About a hour after you knocked out, you woke up to the sound of the baby crying her tiny lungs out. Slumber-drunk, you threw yourself off your bed and clambered over to your desk, where you had placed the basket. You carefully grabbed her out of the basket and held her your arms, panicking about what she needed?
Changing? You don’t have any diapers!
Food? You don’t have any baby food!
Attention- Oh, she calmed down.
“Woo…” she cooed, looking up at you with the most adorable doe eyes you’ve ever laid eyes on.
You adjusted her wrapped body onto one arm, and gently caressed her cheruby cheek. She began to wiggle, which made you panic as you tried to settle her down by squeezing her body or patting her side. She managed to unleashed her tiny arms out of the unfurling bundle and started to make grabbing motions towards you. Out of a curiosity, or perhaps instinct, you placed a finger against one of her squishy palms.
Immediately, she held onto your finger and began to giggle with the gummiest grin.
…..
Ah… I’m done for.
And so, that was the morning you had became a parent to a darling baby girl.
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[Four years later…]
“Breakfast time~”
“Yah!”
Just as your dear daughter nearly tripped over on her way towards the kitchen, you had conjured up a pillow with your thread-weave evol to cushion her fall.
“Be careful~” you cooed, as you picked her up and set her down onto a chair.
“Oo!” she said, cutely sending a kiss with her tiny hand your way as a gesture of gratitude.
Despite becoming a toddler at an age one would normally be capable of some comprehensible speech by now, MC has yet to form proper words despite your tendency to rant to yourself about all kinds of random things. You had gone to numerous speech therapists, psychiatrists, and even a neurologist at some point, and there was nothing wrong with MC physically or mentally. There were a few indicators for potential diagnoses, but considering she was still so young, this delay in speech might just be a delay.
She waited patiently, swinging her legs as you made two plates of pancakes for yourself and her to eat for breakfast, along with eggs and some bacon and some toast.
You watched in amusement while her eyes sparked with excitement. Her tiny fists gripped a child-safe fork and knife as you poured maple syrup over the pancakes. She, of course, made sure to send another flying kiss towards you as thanks before she dug in.
You pointed your fork at her teasingly. “If you keep sending those cute kisses as thanks, you’re really going to become the main character to a lot of people, MC.”
“Huhu~” she replied, as if to say, ‘That’s the idea~’
Your mornings were typically spent like this. Quiet and peaceful, which you didn’t mind at all. It just surprising to you, considering this child was dropped off so hastily. Especially so, when there was an orphanage right down the road. You haven’t yet gotten the opportunity to visit the place, but it had some high reviews online.
Regardless, you had the rest of your saved funds to live off of. That and some donations from your kind and friendly neighbors to help out with your daughter’s care. So really, in a world where everyone worked so hard to achieve such serenity, why would you give a f-
CRASHHH!
You and MC, both cheeks stuffed with pancakes, snapped towards the back door.
C/w: unhealthy behavior, religious context, spiritual mentions, mentions of demons, mentions of priest, mentions of holiness, implied!yandere priest x reader, priest has a British accent in my head, reader insert, gender neutral reader, homebody reader
A/n: Hello again~ Today I bring to you something I've been entertaining in my head lately. This is a story for readers who like priests, what can I say? :3
W/c: 1.4k
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You remember the day you summoned the priest to your house. It was after you had the unfortunate circumstances to be haunted by some mischievous spirit who took pleasure in ringing your doorbells at odd times of the day and giving you nightmares as you slept. You never saw anything, but it kept happening and there was no one but you who had any business in this house.
He was an odd-looking priest. He was by no means ugly or misshapen or creepy— Well, he was a tad bit creepy, but that detail will be touched upon later. As for his appearance, he was by no means an ogre. He was about your age, perhaps a few years older. His hair was a decent length, dyed blonde with dark roots. Small silver hanging cross earrings hung on his ears. His eyes were a dark shade of deep brown that drew you whenever you gazed upon them too long. His cheeks held just the right amount of fat, soft to the touch. His lips, always somehow properly moisturized despite the amount of times his tongue dipped out whenever he thought long and hard about whatever he thought about...
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Listen. You’re pretty sure that you’ve never met the demon king, Lucifer, but if someone told you it was him, then you would have nearly believed them. Nearly, because he’s a priest. Of course he was of the holy faith, no matter how demonically beautiful he looked. Perhaps it was you who was possessed by the lust of a single, lonely, and parched person. It was his looks after all that made you click on his church’s ads while you were scouring forums on how to banish evil spirits.
But could you ignore the unsettling stares of said priest whenever he thought you weren’t looking at him? Actually, no. Unsettling? It felt more flattering than anything. However, these stares from a priest, is it even right for him to do so? Perhaps you’re grasping at straws. After all, you’ve never actually caught him looking your way whenever you try to meet his eyes. Still, there was a feeling of being watched… you just hope it’s not some demonic spirit that has slipped through the priest’s holy protective shield or whatever spell he chanted upon entering your house.
Having such a man in the house had other perks besides spiritual protection. Seeing as you were a complete homebody who only went out for emergency grocery shopping and the occasional hobby-related event, he had taken upon himself to take care of bringing home groceries and handling the cooking instead. He stated that since your soul was cultured by such stable homey energy, many outside spirits were attracted to your soul’s cozy aura, and therefore it would be safer if you completely cut yourself off from the outside world completely in order to successfully ward off any lingering spirits. In addition, maintaining the cleanliness of the house and laundry has also become two of his self-proclaimed duties. As a priest, he claimed that his blessing-filled touch would be more effective at ridding any article of your household of any residual dark spiritual energy.
That was half a year ago. He’s made you quite accustomed to his formulated schedule of breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desserts. There isn’t a single surface of this house that he hasn’t touched, and he had the decency to change the scents to your liking at your whim. He has yet to miss a detail, and you had yet to decide when you were going to remind him that you were an independent person before you met him and that being complete couch potato like this was turning you into a useless blob.
…..
On the other hand, seeing as it has been six months and being a sloth is considered a sin, wouldn’t it bring about bad karma to take advantage like this?
“Hey, isn't it about time you leave?”
He paused dusting the shelves, turning his eyes towards you. His voice cracked as he asked, “What do you mean ‘leave’?”
You bit your bottom lip, eyes darted to the floor for a moment before returning, nearly jolted from his unblinking piercing gaze. “I-I mean, haven’t you been here long enough? I mean I do appreciate all that you do for me but-”
His voice even as he cut you off and stated, “It’s not nearly long enough. There are still malevolent spirits lingering around you, and it is my duty as your holy protector to see this through.”
You would have blushed if you hadn’t heard him call himself your “holy protector” a million times before. “Still!? Even after all this time?”
He nodded. He softened his eyes and shot that charming smile at you. “Yes. Don’t you worry. I’ll let you know when you’re completely rid of them. For now, please go and enjoy watching a movie or reading a book. If you need new material, let me know-”
You blamed it on his charming smile that seemed to invite sunshine and sparkles into view. Whenever you even mention having a change of pace, such as getting some vitamin D during a nice sunny day or letting him to a day off to allow you to re-practice those daily living skills of an independent person, his face would fall and his gaze hardened to a point it sends shivers down your spine. The only way to bring back that smile would be to simply allow him to do his “priestly duties” as usual. Being taken care of in this manner has brought your ability to advocate for yourself down to nearly zero, especially since it just felt easier letting him spoil you. Whatever you wanted, he’d want to do it for you.
Except for letting you surf on the internet, but then again you had been thinking about going for the “slow life” sort of living that consisted of living moment to moment in real life, and it’s kind of working. You’ve been able to spend valuable time working on physical hobbies instead of wasting away doomscrolling.
All that being said, you weren’t completely naive. As you stared at him while he was busy cleaning or cooking or performing some protective spell every so often, your mind often wandered to thoughts about why he seemed okay doing all of this without a single penny from you.
…..
Sometimes… you wondered if perhaps… he liked you in the romantic sense…
However! To ask him directly would mean being shameless, and unfortunately, despite your transformation into a slothy blob, you haven’t quite reached that point yet. There wasn’t ever any instance of accidental skin contact or Freudian slip of tongue from him that ever indicated anything, so either he’s very good at hiding his feelings or he was doing all of this simply out of duty.
…..
Sigh… You didn’t want to ruin such a good thing going between the two of you. Oh well, you’ll just have to continue living like this until the day he inevitably leaves to help another more unfortunate client and you go back to your previous way of living…
“Hmm… how curious… (Y/n)?”
You looked at him with piqued interest. “Hm?”
He smiled at you with a tilt of his head, his eyebrows scrunched up as he gave you a pitiful look. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to get rid of all the bad spirits hanging around you.”
Your face twisted in horror. “Huh-”
“At least not by the rest of the year. In my experience, I believe it might take me a few years to do so… I hope you’re okay with me extending my stay here just a little longer?”
Your body nearly slumps over while you stood as half of you felt a sense of relief, but the other half felt-
“Oh, dear me. Why am I asking? Of course, I shall remain here until your soul is completely free of such wickedness,” he decided. “Anyhow, would you like to have a snack right now? Dinner might take a little long to prepare… Oh, and about your clothes. I know you’ve said that you don’t need any more new clothes but I found a splendid outfit that I’m sure you'd like to wear-”
It’ll take you a while to quite pinpoint what the other half of you felt.
C/w: mentions of trash, nudity, implication of androids, nonbinary oc (they/them), sensory details
A/n: Hi hi! It’s been a while so this was like an occasional drabble for stimulating the creative gears. I hope you enjoy it!
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If you ask anyone in the world if they have ever asked to be born, it is highly unlikely you’d get a “yes.”
“RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!”
Sure, they may be grateful to exist at this moment or they could probably say that they would like to born again, but truly has anyone ever truly really gave their permission to be born the first time? Into this world?
“They headed that way! Come on!”
In the dead of a cold night, a group of police officers and a squad of canines ran past a giant heap of plastic bags, rotting foods, metal scraps, and other miscellaneous items that people have thrown away. Once the uproar has faded away in the distance, a person popped their head out of the trash heap, gasping and gulping for the fresh cold air. Well, as fresh as being surrounded by rubbish can be. Better than breaking into the highly security salvage yard only to become another piece of the heap.
Like you.
Oh no, you didn’t break in like this idiot did, but did it matter? As a human, they could easily just leave as long as they weren’t dead. You, on the other hand, with your naked silicone-covered wire-filled body faded, and covered in dirt and stains and other creepy crawlies one wouldn’t normally want to think about, laid there with your lifeless eyes directed towards the night sky. Without a battery, you would continue to lay there in the darkness for another how many years or decades or centuries until the workers of the junkyard finally make it to your sector of the facility.
It was an unfortunate set of circumstances why you ended up here.
…..
At least, you thought so. It was hard to really look at anything other than the night sky when your body didn’t have the energy to move a finger. However, based on the information you had been supplied with during the first few hours you opened your eyes at the factory just before you were tossed into this place, humans tended to hoard things they liked, even if they didn’t have the capacity to.
It could be assumed then, like the trash around you, that you weren’t liked enough to be kept.
“Huh?”
A light from a phone shined down into your lens, reflecting back onto the holder of the light. For the first time, you’ve laid eyes on a human. Or at least, what you assumed to be a human based on the images in your memory card. They had slightly tousled, layered purple hair that framed their soft oval face, subtly high cheekbones, almond shaped brown eyes with long lashes, straight thick eyebrows, and plush lips with a defined cupid’s bow. At this angle, you could tell they were wearing a black hoodie.
“Wait, let me see something.”
They flicked up and brushed away some trashy bits off your face with their free hand.
“Aren’t you a cutie?”
You had no comment.
“Huh. I didn’t think I’d find something like you here, but I’m going to take you home.”
For the first time, you wondered if humans liked to talk to themselves, being the social creatures they were made out to be.
“Yeah.”
With that last word, this person suddenly lifted you over their shoulder. The change in angle caused you to go from staring at the skies to staring at either their back or the roundness just underneath their back, as they ran as fast as they could away from your original spot.
The next time your eyes could see something different, you were plopped into an empty tub. Now illuminated, you watched their hand turn on the faucet and adjust for temperature. Whether or not it was too hot or too cold, your thermoreceptors weren’t powered on anyway. All you could do was sit there and listen to this person ramble on and on about their life and what they did, and why they did what they did, and why they’re living by themself, and what their plans with you were-
Needless to say… you weren’t the best conversation partner and this person didn’t mind that at all, as they washed your body inch by inch. Not one nook and cranny of it left untouched. Whether you minded it or not, it was hard to deny that being able to hear the world without the “tap, tap, tap” of a centipede crawling around in the hollow part of your auditory sectors was quite satisfying.
After they dried you off with a towel, they made sure to dress you in what looked like soft materials before seating you on a plush cushion in front of a large long mirror.
“Look how pretty you are~” they whispered with their head near the side of yours, hands on your shoulders as they bore the widest lopsided smile. They then wrapped their arms around your shoulders. “And you’re all mine~”
Is this how humans acted when they found something they liked? How long would this one like you?
They released you and went away for a minute before returning with what looked like a black box and some kind of connecting wire with two prongs on the end. They kneeled down behind you, adjusted your clothes to expose your back before caressing it. Then they grab the end of the wire with the prongs up.
You heard a click.
And then… an intense feeling blossomed from the based of your neck down to the edges of your fingers and toes, and up to the tips of your synthetic hair follicles. Your cranial sectors flooded with one very discernable word.
Summary: Just random Chibi Xavier headcanons 🤣
C/w: Tiny creature, yandere content
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⭐ Chibi Xavier was found asleep inside one of your indoor flowerpots. Oh, you don’t have a flowerpot or own plants…? Well, now you do. You may not know how it got inside your home, but here this tiny sleepy creature is, and he’s absolutely not going anywhere. You might try to place him outside of your house, but the moment you turn around, he’ll right there sleeping on your counter like he belongs there. Because to him, he does.
⭐ Chibi Xavier is the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met, and he sleeps more than the stray cats do. When you had found him, you tried poking him awake, squishing and pinching his cheeks, moving him from the flowerpot to a more appropriate bed for a tiny creature, and even held him by the armpits and let his body droop like a ragdoll kitty cat. Only then did his beady blue eyes flutter open for a few seconds in confusion only to soften at the sight of you and fall back asleep. It would be about a week later until you finally interact with him awake.
⭐ Chibi Xavier is clingier than lint. You head to the park, he’s sleeping on a swing. You head to the grocery store, he’s sleeping on the nearest shelf (yes, even if you head to a different aisle, he’s right there.) When you sleep at night, you close your eyes for one second, and the next when they’re open, you find him sleeping very peaceful on the pillow. You’ve tried moving him into a different part of the house, only to return and find him right where he was originally on your pillow as if nothing happened. As days pass, the closer and more bolder he becomes, choosing to lay on your shoulder or your head or your lap or— if you’re too tired to move him— he’ll nestle on your chest while you’re laying down or nestle himself into the neck of your t-shirt and hang his head and arms out.
⭐ Chibi Xavier is a strange creature. Well, he was already a strange creature, being a chibi… cat… bunny… human… thing that suddenly appeared in your home. But anyway, sometimes if you don’t let him hold onto some part of you, the lights in the house will start to flicker and the flower in flowerpot he came in will begin to droop. If you let him have his way, he’ll purr and release little specks of light. One night when your male neighbor who sold bread wanted your advice about something and he had been waiting for you at home instead of being with you that day, a streetlight turned off. You believe it to be him— Not that you can prove it, but you’re pretty sure he was, because when neighbor left and the streetlight turned back on, he was right there on your shoulder, wide awake, puffed up and glaring at the neighbor’s house.
⭐ Chibi Xavier is quite cunning. When he doesn’t get his way, he pouts so cutely you can’t help but give in. When you eventually do build a tolerance for such cuteness, he eventually ups the antics. He adds tears and whimpers, saying things like how tiny creatures like him can die of heartbreak or him being too weak to break the rough ropes (despite being able to slice through metal pans with his tiny light blades when he accidentally burned something while attempting to cook). Yeah, right.
Do you still fall for it? … Yeah. And it’s even harder to stop him from nuzzling against your thighs, because “they’re soft and healing” which is apparently important for tiny creatures like him. One time, you decided to test out his tolerance with abstaining from his “thigh” addiction, and he lost so much color that even the blue of his eyes turned gray, making him look like he was dying. Only to bounce back to normal the very second you set him on your lap. Was he really dying or was that an act? How do you even fact check these things?
⭐ Chibi Xavier makes you question the line between pet and man. Apparently, he has a regular form and he is extremely good at using it to get you into bed whenever he feels like it. Just got home? Carried to bed. Just finished chores and using the noisy sucking machine? Carried to bed. Finished dinner? Carried to bed. Bent over just a little bit to water the flowerpot? Carried to bed. On a related note, he’s actually very good at housekeeping, a hobbyist, and comforting whenever you’ve had a hard day. His only caveat is his horrible cooking skills, but that can be forgiven with a nuzzle and a pout. Despite his sharp claws, he’s always been gentle with you. Will you allow him to show you just how gentle he is again… in bed…?
⭐ Chibi Xavier is quite the poet, the way he can point out all of the stars in the night sky and never run out of stories. It's almost as if he's lived for hundreds and hundreds of years. But that can't be true… or can it? Anyway, at some point, while laying down on a nice patch of grass during a picnic outing, he points at one particular area of the dark glittery sea of stars and claims that he'll take you home. Home Home. With him. No kings. No fathers. No wanderers. Where no one can deny him his love for you for eternity…
Summary: Just random Chibi Caleb headcanons 🤣
C/w: Tiny creature, yandere content, laundry
Masterlist
🍎 Chibi Caleb— Let’s get it straight. You didn’t find this little creature. This little creature found you and he’s not going anywhere you’re not. Besides, he’s about the size of your hand from tip to wrist. There’s really no excuse not to bring him with you. If you got no pockets, he can ride in your purse or backpack. No bag? Then he can rest on your shoulder or your head. He’s surprisingly really good at hanging on with those tiny hands and feet.
🍎 Chibi Caleb is very squishy. He’s the best massage ball you’ve ever had, and he’d prefer it if you spent more time squishing his little cheeks instead of that apple-shaped squishing ball. Actually, you should really think about getting another kind of stress ball because you’re pretty sure eating foam isn’t good for these little chibis.
🍎 Chibi Caleb really likes apples. He like eating apples, apple pies, apple turnover pies, applesauce, apple tarts, apple muffins, apple dumplings— if you have anything that has a hint of apple in it, best believe he’ll find it. Otherwise, he’ll bust out the puppy eyes.
🍎 Chibi Caleb will utilize those puppy eyes to the max. Nevermind that he sometimes pops out bengal looking cat ears and a cat tail to help make his adorable request. Those round purple eyes of his are governmental-grade puppy-certified weapons, you’re sure of it! Otherwise, why else are you unable to deny him whatever he wants? Just when you’re starting to get used to it, he’ll starting throwing in whimpers, and you know you’ll melt.
🍎 Chibi Caleb thrives best in warm and cozy environments. Poor little guy. You had found him in a box in the rain just outside of your home. He was shivering so miserably and with those sad puppy eyes, how could you not bring him home. Of course, this claim that he thrives in a warm and cozy environment seems legit, because what kind of pet… animal… living thing wouldn’t? However, he seems to prefer being buried in your laundry from the way you often find him purring there. Particularly used laundry more than fresh straight out of the dryer laundry. Strangely, he does not display this same behavior when there are only shirts and pants, until you throw in your undergarments.
🍎 Chibi Caleb doesn’t like it when you talk to men. Or women. Or anyone or anything that isn’t him. You do have a job to keep though, so you’ve simply waved off this adorable jealousy, figuring it was just a territorial pet thing. You shouldn’t have done that. Lately, you can’t seem to find any new underwear to wear despite having just done laundry a few days ago (oh well, don’t look at him… or that special pile underneath your bed) or your house keys (why do you need to go out anyway?). Once you’ve properly explained to Chibi Caleb that you need to make money in order to keep your house and your food, he told you to leave him at home today and that he’ll take care of it by the time you return from your last day of work.
🍎 Chibi Caleb takes care of things. Don’t question it. Or do, only if you give him praise when you find your laundry done and folded into your drawers, fresh food stocked in the fridge, bathroom cleaned, bed made, living room fresh, and dinner on the table. How does a tiny thing like him manage to accomplish this? He won’t tell you, but keep praising him and he’ll make sure you’ll always need him.
🍎 Chibi Caleb has a super duper special secret, but he’ll only tell you when it’s time for bed. Somehow you keep forgetting to ask him about this secret of his. He doesn’t mind, and you didn’t either, until you started finding newly installed locks on your front door and the windows and now the cabinets where “dangerous things” could potentially fall out and hurt you. The night you finally remember to ask, he simply placed a kiss against your lips and then flopped down to sleep right next to you. The next morning, you did not find Chibi Caleb. No. Staring back at you was a 6’2 purple eyed brunet resting his cheek on his hand as he lovingly gazes at you.
Don’t worry. He’s still Chibi Caleb when you really, really want him to be. This huge form actually takes a little bit of a toll and he does have to recharge for about six hours or more, but it’s okay! This larger form can last a week. Or throughout the night if that’s all you need 😏… Amazing, right? Anyway, he just wanted to let you know that he is a single person that is tall, can cook and clean and take care of the house, and practically loves you for everything that you are no matter what you do. That’s practically boyfriend material and marriage material! Oh, not interested? That’s fine. He just wanted you know, in case you’re feeling lonely. There’s no way you’re not feeling lonely once he takes control of your internet and your access to the outside. Don’t worry, that’s just him reminding you that you don’t need anyone else but him.
C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for Caleb, Reader can be MC or not (leaning towards not), Reader has a hole and it is used, smut, pwp, explicit, yandere side has been cranked up a notch, special mention because why not?
A/n: So this started as a continuation / second half of the alphabet of how Caleb can use his evol but ✨️naughty✨️, until somewhere down the line it all went to… Woof🤣 But anyway, please enjoy!
Masterlist | A to M, N to Z (you’re here!)
🍎N - No?🍎
Oh, you thought you had a choice?
“Nngh… No… more… please…”
Coarse fingers dug into the floor behind him as he held himself up with one hand, while the other rested on one side of your hips, digging into the soft flesh, bound to develop bruises by tomorrow.
Balanced on your knees with your hands on his chest, you try to get up from his lap but an invisible force slammed you right back down onto his cock, its head hitting the deepest parts of your tight little hole.
You fell over, resting your head against his neck. “Ah, ngh!” Panting, you collected the strength to look up at him desperately.
“What?” He bit his bottom lip as he took pleasure at the delicious sight of you squirming and panting in his lap. “Hah… Didn't you say, ‘No. More’, Pipsqueak? Hah… Gotta be more… Hah… Clear… Hah… But if you're tired…”
You felt him make your body float until half of his cock left your pretty little hole, before forcing your body to slam right back down, up to the hilt.
🍎O - Overstimulation🍎
What do you mean you can't take it anymore?
“Aww… This is your fifth time, isn't it? … Hah… Overstimulated? … Hah… That's not fair… Hah… I only came once…”
He took his cock out from your warmth, laid you on your back and he folded one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing his other hand down on your other leg as he slid back in, hissing as he did so.
Inch by inch until he filled you back up.
“Shh~ Shh~ Hah…” He kissed you on the forehead. “Aren't you glad I… Hah… put it in gently this time? … Huh? …”
You shook your head, refusing to give in. Your throat was too sore to speak. You made a vain attempt to push against his chest.
“Mm…” He was displeased.
With a flick of his finger, your wrists were bound above you and the leg he was pressing down was also held in place before he let go to caress your cheek.
He gazed at you gently and almost… innocently. You almost saw the remnants of the Caleb you once knew before his eyes dimmed with heat.
He gently littered kisses all over your face before capturing your lips in a fervor as he set a slow and deliberate motion with his hips.
🍎P, Q - Pleasure, Quiet🍎
All pleasure requires effort.
He planted his hand against his desk as he took you from behind, his and your essence dripping down your legs and onto the floor.
It became so routine for him to come home after work and take you wherever he pleased that there wasn't a single place you two haven't done it. So he decided, to keep things fresh, to bring you to his workplace. He even made sure clean to clean his desk just for you~
“Nngh!… Ah!...”
Isn't he such a thoughtful Colonel?
“Hah!… Mm!...”
Well, if you're not going to praise him for how much effort he put in to make you feel good, then it's better if you kept quiet. This is a professional space, after all.
Sure, he could keep the door locked with his evol, but what if the other members of the fleet needed his attention for some stupid plan to take over a planet or something? He'd have to respond, or else they'll come in and see you, and he may have to take his cock out of your warm, sensitive hole before letting you come. You don't want that, right?
He slapped a gloved hand over your mouth and leaned down to whisper into your ear, “Shh~ Be good for me, okay?”
🍎R - Relax🍎
Relationships are about giving and taking, right?
“Feel good, Pipsqueak?”
You kept your eyes closed as you laid on a massage chair, humming in response to Caleb's fingers running through your hair, massaging your scalp with some nice hair oil.
On your face was a moisturizing facial mask, on your lips was a moisturizing lip mask, and on your hands and feet were moisturizing gloves and socks too. There was an assortment of delicious and healthy home-cooked foods on the table nearby for him to hand-feed you with. Caleb also made sure to prepare your favorite essential oils and pleasant music for the most soothing atmosphere.
Whether or not it was reasonable to have rough or soft sex multiple times per day for seven days straight depended on your personal preferences.
However! Couples must ensure that their aftercare and between care are optimal to ensure the greatest pleasure and maintenance of their relationship. That much Caleb knew, and he took great pleasure to enact upon his dear lover.
Now, as much as you liked the way the coarse skin of his fingers rubbed your insides, you needed to figure out how you can get him to use lotion on the regular…
…..
Meh, you can figure that out later. Right now, it was time to relax~
🍎S - Stuff🍎
Just because he wanted to hide you away and lock you up in a place where no one can find you, doesn't mean he was a brute when you both decided to get acquainted with each others’ bodies.
First of all, you should know that all he ever wanted to do in life was take care of you and treat you like the cute royal thing you were. He'd never hurt you… unless that's what you wanted?
Secondly, he'd been saving himself up for you. Did you know that?
Yeah~
Was it hard for him back then whenever you bent over in front of him or licked up the melted drippings of your popsicle during summer time or whenever he'd find one of your underwear in his laundry pile? Oh, absolutely! Actually, you should praise him for not pouncing on you up until now, you know?
Thirdly, the moment you slipped your way into his life when he least expected it, he knew it was only a matter of time before he could slip his big, thick cock into that precious little hole between your legs. So he made sure to do his diligent research and apply it accordingly~
“Nghh…”
“You're doing so good for me, Pipsqueak…”
Drool escaped through the edges of your mouth, through gritted teeth as you reached down to grab onto the wrist of one of his hands, whose fingers were nestled deep into your hole, splitting and rubbing your inner walls and pressing against that special spot that made you see stars. Unfortunately, you didn't have enough strength to pull him out, nor the will anyway.
His free hand held one of your legs up while your other leg was being held down by his evol. Caleb knew it was easier for you to loosen up when you spread them like this.
See? He knows his stuff.
Now, knowing when you were loose enough for him to stuff you properly without hurting you is… still a work in progress. But he's learning!
🍎T - Trust🍎
Sure, he might've installed those cameras all over the house (for your safety, as he claimed), but it's not like he ever thought you'd bring home some other bastard and make a mess.
To be clear, you absolutely did not bring home someone. Even if you could— given your circumstances, it would be impossible anyway— you wouldn't want anyone but your Colonel in your bed, despite carrying some resentment over being locked up and having a fake funeral, all that good stuff.
Buuut… you might've… forgotten… that there were cameras installed in the master bedroom when you decided to pull out and play with some toys he bought to use on you during your love-making sessions
Read: Toys he bought to use on you during your love-making sessions. Emphasis on love-making sessions, which implies more than one person.
How you forgot about the cameras was anybody's clue (or did you really?), but it didn't change the fact that he had to watch you come over and over with those toys on his secret monitor.
By yourself.
Without him.
…..
Unforgivable.
You might as well have brought someone else over, you cheater!
“Please, please, please-”
“N- No no no, Pipsqueak. You c-can't come yet until I say so. Not u-until I tell you to. O- Okay?” he stuttered with angry watery eyes as he used his evol to move your body up and down his cock like a cocksleeve.
Damn teaser won't even touch you, or let you touch him with your hands bound behind you, just to make you suffer. Like he did.
Trust when he says he doesn't like it when you say you don't need him. Especially in bed. You have to need him. It's the law.
Or else he'll cry, and then you'll have a very sad puppy on your hands. One who's very hard to cheer up.
A sad, horny puppy, who'll edge you for hours… or maybe overstimulate you until you become a sad puppy too.
Anyway, just let him take care of you from now on, okay? No more coming without him. Woof…
…..
Unless you ask him for permission. He doesn't like seeing you in pain, and he'll allow it if you beg cutely enough through those cameras.
🍎U- Universe🍎
Sometimes, he'd look up at the sky, at the stars and wonders where he'd be if he never met you…
…..
And then afterwards, he'd plant lots of kisses and marks on you, making sure to stuff you with lots and lots of his seed.
“I love you I love you I love you-”
Because— HAH!— There couldn't possibly be a universe where you weren't his and he wasn't yours. He did not suffer so much in this lifetime just to not have a happy ending with you, gosh darn it!
And he's not like that pitiful carrot-hating bastard who just ups and leaves for your safety because some stupid god didn't like him having a crush. Caleb would fight tooth and nail to be with you, even if that meant destroying himself!
(Disclaimer: This was exaggerated for comedic purposes. The true extent of Caleb's canonical perception of a certain carrot-hating doctor is currently unknown… )
(Disclaimer Disclaimer: But just know Caleb definitely loves you more than that bastard!)
(Disclaimer Disclaimer Disclaimer: What do you mean that's too many- Ow! OW! Okay, I'll stop it now!)
🍎V - Vow🍎
After all, you and him made a soul-binding vow to be together in life and in death once upon a time (might've had a “falling through space element”, ya know?), in exchange for losing your evols that time.
Oh, you don't remember? That's okay. He doesn't either, but he definitely knows it on a metaphysical level. There wasn't anything worth remembering before the current lifetime anyway.
So, go back to sleep now~ Shh~
…..
Unless you don't want to sleep? Alright, then. Let's have Caleb stuff you some more until you're satisfied, yeah~?
🍎W - Wedding🍎
Will you or will you not take Caleb as your lawfully wedded husband?
What? It was only a matter of time before he put a ring on it. Don't be so surprised.
…..
Oh, maybe you don't want to get married…? Don't want to have a nice wedding?
…..
Well, as long as you belong to him, he'll be fine.
But you will have to attend the honeymoon at least. He already spent money for the food and everything, you might as well take advantage of the trip.
Even if there's nothing different from doing it at home, at least you'll have the chance to get some fresh air and see the outside for a while. Under his supervision, of course.
Besides, he's been working so hard to take care of you. He needs the vacation anyway…
…..
And some sex therapy, with you as his therapist…
Lots of it… Woof…
🍎X - Xia🍎
You held your left hand up, examining how the light glinted off your ring.
(Y/n) Xia.
Whether you got married to Caleb or not was irrelevant. You were officially dead to the world, so you needed a new identity, a new name. A small part of the wedding gift he had planned for you, amongst other gifts.
And what better way to re-introduce you back to the world than for Caleb to introduce you as the Colonel's beloved spouse?
Spouse, because there was no fucking way he'd let anyone mistake you for his sibling or anything like that.
Please, you have the same last name now! He can't bear being friend-zoned or brother-zoned by you again.
Oh! By the way, did you know the ring on your finger was actually forged by him?
Yeah~ With some forging classes, his gravity evol and a piece of your preferred metal, he compressed it and shaped it to what he assumed would be to your liking as a ring. Pretty creative use of his evol, wouldn't you say?
He actually had it ready for a while before he decided to go out by explosion…
He won't force you to wear it, but… well, you wouldn't want to tarnish the Colonel's reputation by looking like a cheating spouse, now would you?
…..
Or ya know, it would make him the happiest man to see you wear it.
He'll be a good boy for you if you do! Please? Pretty please with an apple slice on top? Woof?
🍎Y - Yearning🍎
Is… is this a question?
This man has yearned for you like the planets orbit the sun. You are his destiny and the gravity that keeps him grounded.
‘Nuff said.
…..
…..
Actually, spread those legs for him. He's thirsty and he absolutely needs to show you exactly how badly he yearns-
🍎Z - Zero🍎
That being said, please don't look at other people or go somewhere he can't see you. It's a zero tolerance policy in the Xia household.
Not that Caleb would do anything to harm you as punishment, but… he's your puppy and puppies need a lot of attention, okay? So you have to keep your eyes on him. Woof.
…..
Okay, calling a grown man a puppy multiple times might be tiring.
In that case, he is a wolf and he will absolutely crush everyone that stands in his way with his gravity evol!
Unless you calm him down with your tender love, of course.
…..
Your body helps too, but truly he just wants your love and attention.
Listen, I have mixed feelings about Rafayel (see my thoughts) but today he decided to wear one of the new outfits (I let them decide whatever they want cause I like variety).
And can I say, "MMMH!" (っ´ཀ`)っ
He is looking ✨️🔥fire🔥✨️ (Thank you, Infold! 💕).
And then I noticed-
Anyway, I don't know if this is why the fishie stans are stanning, but I completely understand. ദ്ദി(˵•̀ᴗ–˵ )✧
Listen, I have mixed feelings about Rafayel (see my thoughts) but today he decided to wear one of the new outfits (I let them decide whatever they want cause I like variety).
And can I say, "MMMH!" (っ´ཀ`)っ
He is looking ✨️🔥fire🔥✨️ (Thank you, Infold! 💕).
And then I noticed-
Anyway, I don't know if this is why the fishie stans are stanning, but I completely understand. ദ്ദി(˵•̀ᴗ–˵ )✧
C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for Caleb, Reader can be MC or not (leaning towards not), just a little suggestive at the end, yandere side has been cranked up a notch, special mention
A/n: So was this an excuse to do an alphabet with Caleb? …Maybe. Decided to bind it off at M, since the rest was heading towards explicit so… (I’m starting to think I might be worse than Xavier…) Anyway, this is mostly a follow-up on “How and When to Use Evols" but Caleb Special Edition. It’s all a mix of brainrot, fluff, and other stuff because why not? (Oh my goodness, this is going to be all Caleb, uwaaa~) But anyway, enjoy!
Masterlist | A to M (you're here!), N to Z
🍎A - Air Jail🍎
Once upon a time, when you were children, you used to tease him about his height. He, being the petty child that he was, decided he’d like to join in the fun too.
“Caleb! Let me down!”
“What was that? I can’t hear you from down here. I’m too short, ya know!”
“I already said I’m sorry!”
“Whaaat? Did you say ‘shorty’? Another five minutes in air jail~”
“Calebbb!”
🍎B - Black Hole🍎
Once upon a time, during middle school, you and Caleb decided to join a local eating competition in order to win some plushie. What you didn’t realize until you got there, was that it was full of apple pies.
You shakily stuffed some apple pie into your mouth before collapsing face first on the table. Caleb, on the other hand, licked his plate clean before sitting back in victory. The other participants around had either already passed out or left the competition.
“And the winner is Caleb!”
Obviously. Damn his black hole of a stomach when it comes to apples!
“You alright there?” he had the audacity to ask, his voice still chipper despite hounding down dozens upon dozens of apple pies. He even dared to pat your back, which nearly made you hurl.
“Ughhh…” That would be a no.
“Want me to carry you home?”
“Eughhh…” That would be a yes.
“You wanna hold onto the prize?”
You brought your hand up and let it flop down onto his stomach, before wrapping your fingers around his shirt in a deathgrip. Without words, he knew your action meant, “You already know I’m not leaving without that damn plushie, so why do you even ask?”
“Hehe. Got it.”
With a flick of his finger, the prized plushie flew from the presenter’s box straight towards him, before he redirected it to sit on your head.
Got to admit, he was getting pretty good at using his evol.
🍎C - Crush🍎
Once upon a time, during your highschool years, you had decided it was time to confess your feelings to the cutest person in school.
You ran through the hallway and jumped onto his back, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. “Caleb!”
He steadied himself, and held your legs to carry you in this piggyback. He turned and grinned brightly. “Yeah?”
With one hand, you kept an arm around his neck. With the other, you presented him with a paper airplane. “Help me deliver this.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”
“Uh, duh? A love letter?” you explain matter-of-factly. “What else would it be?”
His eyes went wide in surprise as his heart skipped a beat. Ever since he was young, he knew he had feelings for you. What he didn’t know at the time was whether or not it was platonic or romantic. However, at this very moment, being presented with a love letter in the shape of an airplane by his one and only… he knew it was love for certain.
He licked his drying lips and hesitantly asked with a shaky smile, “Oh? And who’s it for?”
You blushed. “Oh, you know…” You leaned in whisper into his ear the name of your paper airplane’s intended target.
He froze. His eyes dimmed as the smile fell off his face.
“Huh? What’s wrong, Caleb?”
He almost, almost threw a glare at you, but restrained himself. He didn’t want to scare you after all. So instead, he made his face form a pitiful expression. “Oh, you didn’t know? She already has a boyfriend.”
“W-what? Really? Are you sure?”
“I’m pretty sure,” he shrugged and nodded. “I’m partnered up with him during chemistry, ya know? I’ve seen him texting hearts and everything to someone named ‘Sweetheart’. Pretty clear, ain't it?”
“Then…” you looked forlornly at your letter and pouted sadly. “Aww… I guess I don’t need this anymore…”
He wouldn’t ever admit it in front of you, but he took a sadistic glee from your crestfallen expression as he offered to get rid of your love letter, which of course you took up. The moment the paper airplane left your hand, he directed it to the nearest trashcan with his evol and crushed it to smithereens before he began racing through the hallway to cheer you up.
🍎D - Decrease🍎
After breaking his heart with your cute little love letter airplane, do you think he’d let anyone else stand a chance?
“What do you mean I didn’t need to use my finger to wipe off your crumbs? You see any napkins around here? I didn’t think so. Besides, you don't wanna go to class looking like Cookie Monster, right? I’m just taking care of you.”
“What do you mean I didn’t need to make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner? I thought we agreed that I’ll be in charge of feeding you and all you need to do is come home [to me]. Don’t tell me you’ve been eating someone else’s food? I thought you said I was the best cook?”
“Hey… Remember when you said you lost your lucky underwear? You know, the red one? Well, I found it in my laundry. Not that I mind keeping it for you, buuut-”
The answer to that was an absolute no. Seriously, why aren't you looking at him?
“C- Caleb!” you shriek, embarrassed beyond all reason. You grabbed his arm and dragged him away from your friends to have a talk with him. You wonder why he’s been such a gremlin lately.
What you didn’t know was that he was quite ecstatic to have all of your attention now. It’s been a long day and he’s been doing his very best to make sure to decrease any chances of anyone being interested in you. Which included ripping apart any and all love letters, and making people trip on thin air in front of you.
“What are you doing?” you whisper-shouted through gritted teeth.
“What am I doing? Am I doing something wrong?” he asked innocently.
He reminded you of a lost puppy. It was hard to stay mad at a lost puppy.
You shook your head. “Why do you keep coming up to me and treating me like a child in front of my friends? And saying those things. It’s embarrassing! Stop it.”
“Oh… Sorry…”
He wasn’t exactly even looking at you when he decided to place his hands on your shoulders.
“What are you looking at- Woah!”
When you didn’t budge, he begrudgingly used his evol to make it easier to move you into a different position. One where your back was against the wall and his hands were caging you in.
A kabedon, much to your horror when you realized that if anyone were to pass by- You gasped. “Caleb! Move!”
He used his evol to stay in place.
“O- Oh, I’m sorry!” a passerby squeaked.
The passerby rushed off, and not just any passerby. It was your latest crush too…
Caleb backed off the wall. “Sorry. I thought I saw a bee zoom by. Didn't want you to get stung. You okay?”
“Ahh…” you groaned into your hands.
You had no idea why your best friend Caleb was doing this to you. You’re sure he meant well, considering all of your crushes ended up as jerks or were already taken anyway (according to Caleb), but… what were all these coincidences?
Regardless, any questions about his intentions were immediately shot down by his playful demeanor, and you wouldn’t get your answer until much, much later. For now, you figured it must be a puberty thing.
🍎E, F, G - Ever, Freedom, Grief🍎
There wasn’t a choice when it came to joining the Farspace Fleet. With his skills as an ex-member of the Deepspace Aviation Administration and his powerful evol, it was either join Ever or watch them take and torture you until he agreed.
So he did what he had to do, to ensure your freedom.
“C- Caleb…”
It had been months since the explosion. There wasn't a single day that passed by when tears didn't run down your cheeks. You tried to live normally, going out with friends, joining classes in the community, working on hobbies— anything to keep yourself occupied.
But every time you sat down at a familiar cafe or you came home to an empty house or you found yourself unknowingly passing by the very site of the explosion, you'd be reminded of those carefree days back then and that bright smile of his. And then you'd cry and cry and cry, unable to contain your grief.
“Caleb… Why did it have to be you… ?”
🍎H - Hate🍎
“P- Please forgive me, I-”
Hate was a strong word, but it wasn't strong enough to describe the way Caleb hated all of the people around him. The way they mocked him, the way they held themselves like they were the greatest beings alive, how they didn't know anything about who really lorded over them.
But even more than any of these villains, he hated himself and how weak he was to the organization. He had one of the strongest evols, and yet there wasn't anything he could do as they modified him to their liking.
Regardless, if there was one thing he hated more than anything in the world, it would be to see you getting hurt. Therefore, no matter how much they poked and prodded him, as long as they didn't lay a single finger on you, he'll endure it to the end of his days.
Even if that means he'll never see you again.
“ARGH!!!”
With just the curl of his fingers, the pawn's skull was crushed to dust.
🍎I - Ideal🍎
In your ideal world, your Caleb would still be alive and maybe… just maybe… if you had realized your feelings sooner, you both would've lived out your remaining days together.
In his ideal world, there would only be you and Caleb in it. No one else.
In the midst of pain and loneliness, far away from home, a man can only dream of his love. To look at the stars and be reminded of your eyes. To see couples in Skyhaven and wish it could've been you and him instead.
Sometimes, just to pass the time as he played this monotonous role of his, he'd imagine you'd suddenly appear before him, open your arms, pull him in and-
“P- Please forgive me, I- ARGH!!!”
You stood within the line-up, disguised as one of the members of the fleet as part of your mission, keeping your head down. You had just watched a poor man's skull get crushed under some invisible force, like an empty soda can. It sent a shiver down your spine as your heart rate skyrocketed in fear.
Who is the Colonel? you wondered.
Who is that officer? he wondered as he stalked towards you with his hands clasped behind his back.
You stared at his feet as he commanded, “Officer, state your name and your rank.”
The Colonel's voice sounded so familiar, it almost made you want to cry. However, the man you knew had died and you've already grieved long enough. You didn't become one of the top Hunters to be sent into this mission, just falter in front of false sentiment.
The moment you cleared your throat in preparation to lie, he immediately knew who you were. Before you could even spit a word out, he unclasped his hands to use his evol to grab your entire body and shut you up. You nearly gasped..
“It seems we have an infiltrator within our ranks. I will be taking them away for interrogation. The rest of you are dismissed.”
🍎J, K - Just Kidding🍎
You… swore to yourself that you'd never let Caleb know how hot and bothered you got after he pretended to threaten you with the crop during the interrogation. Or how scrumptious he looked in that suit. Who knows what'll happen to your friendship if he knew? Does he know how to use it?
“I can't believe you! How did you- Why did you-”
He pulled you into a tight hug. “It's… a lot. I'm sorry. I can't tell you everything right now, but…”
Tears fell down your cheeks as you hugged him. “I missed you… so much.”
“Me too…” He let go and held you by the arms as he put on a serious expression. “But what are you doing here?”
Trusting him, you explained your mission, hiding the most crucial ones away, of course.
He decided that the best way to help you would be to first take you to his home in Skyhaven, because what better way to protect his beloved than to store them in a place where he can watch over 24/7?
Did he prepare the cameras beforehand? Well, no. He dreamed of you for so long, but he never really expected you to actually be here. Now that you are here though…
The installation was quite quick.
“Hey, Caleb.”
“Yeah?”
“Why'd you install so many cameras? I can count… ten here? How detailed is your report on me supposed to be?”
There were actually more like twenty just in this room, but he wasn't going to tell you that.
“Enough to satisfy them. Don't worry, I'll make sure you complete your mission properly.”
Satisfy who, one may ask? Oh, just himself. Mandated by none other than himself. Not that you needed to know that. It's all for your safety, of course.
“Ah… You didn't install one in the bathroom, right?”
“Oh, I did.”
“WHAT!?”
He laughed. “I'm just kidding, Pipsqueak! You know I wouldn't do that to you…”
He would and he did, unbeknownst to you. But don't worry. It's for your safety, of course.
Like for example, you could happen to pass out in there for some reason, or he'd be able to find you in case you hid in there during a potential invasion. Not that he would let that happen in the first place, but who knows? Besides, it's not like he'll peek at you when you're using the shower or the toilet. He'll make sure to look away when you do, because he's a gentleman and he respects your privacy.
… Most of the time.
🍎L - Love🍎
Your mission was a success, and you were set to go home.
Unfortunately, you hadn't prepared for the multitude of external factors, such as meeting Caleb, agreeing to live in his home for a while, and now having to deal with the consequences.
“Caleb… I need to-”
He was on his knees on the floor as you sat on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist with his head buried against your tummy.
“Nooo. Stay.”
You patted the oversized puppy on the head. “Caleb, I can't stay here. You know that.”
Caleb snuggled into your tummy. “Whyyy? Is it because your boss said so? Ask her for more time off then. You just got here.”
“I know, I know. But it's been months already.”
“But I'm your boyfriend…”
After some thick tension that included a fridge and some apples, you both ended up finally confessing your blossoming feelings for each other.
“Yes, yes. Tell you what, I'll visit often! Or you can come back to my place?”
He uncovered his head and looked up at you with the most desperately sad puppy eyes he could muster. It was excruciatingly effective, but you held on by a single thread.
“But it's too far. You can stay here instead, can't you? Won't you miss me?”
You cupped his cheeks. “I'll miss you. You know I'll miss you.”
He stuck his bottom lip out. “Liar.”
You sighed. “You do realize if I don't go back, they'll think I'm dead.”
He softly faceplanted into your tummy again. “What's wrong with that?” he mumbled.
You scoffed. “Lots of things?”
“.....”
You patted his head. “Caleb?”
“Do you want a garden?” he murmured as he nuzzled you.
“Pff. A garden? What's with that question all of a sudden?”
“I'll plant you a garden full of all of the plants you like, here in Skyhaven. Anything but cilantro.”
You chuckled sadly. “I… appreciate the gesture, but a garden isn't going to-”
“If you want a bigger house, I'll build you a bigger house,” he cut you off, wrapping his arms tighter. “And if one house isn't enough, I'll build you a whole maze.”
“Caleb, what are you- Hey, you're squeezing me-”
“Whatever I need to do for you to stay, I'll do it. I'll even give you the whole world, if that's what you want,” he pleaded. “Just tell me.”
“Caleb, I don't- Caleb, you're scaring me.”
“Why do you want to leave me so badly?”
“What? It's not like I want to leave you but-”
“You don't want to, but you have to? So you won't listen to me, but you'll listen to everyone else?”
“Caleb, stop it. Whatever this is, I don't like it.”
“Unless… You've gotten used to living without me? Is that what it is? Is this why you want to leave so badly? Are you tired of me already?”
His sharp tone made you flinch, just as he looked up at you with cold purple eyes and a frown. You opened your mouth to retort, but there were too many words you wanted to say. His jaw tightened at your lack of response, accepting it as affirmation of one of his greatest fears.
“I see.” He looked away.
“Hey-”
He looked at you again and tilted his head, his expression unchanged. “What kind of flowers do you like the most nowadays?”
It unnerved you how strained yet steady his voice was, not to mention how he was staring into your soul. “I… I said I don't need a garden.”
“It's not for your garden. It's for your funeral. What kind of flowers do you want for your funeral?”
“Funeral?” You grabbed at his arms. “Caleb, that's not a funny joke.”
“It's not a joke.” He released your waist as he placed a knee on the couch and leaned up to your face, your noses touching as his arms caged you in. “But don't worry. If you can't decide, I'll handle everything. I'll hold a funeral they can attend, so they'll think you're gone forever. Just leave it up to me.”
Seeing how serious he was, you pushed him away with all your might and scrambled towards the front door, only to feel the weight of the world on your entire being come down to freeze you in place.
Slow and purposeful footsteps creeped up behind you before he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your head. Only then, did he release his evol.
“Caleb…? Caleb, stop it…” you whimpered, grabbing at his arms.
“I can't,” he whispered, keeping a firm grip. “I won't. You think you can just… come and go as you please?”
“What happened to you?” You turned your head to face him, searching his eyes for answers. “Why are you being so weird? What did they do to you?”
His eyes glowered darkly. “... Oh, I get it. You think they put a chip into my brain, right? Sorry, but I was always like this.”
He pressed his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, afraid of the stranger in front of you.
“Did you honestly think I'd always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?” he whispered.
There's a saying that states, “You can't fight love. Gravity is love. Love requires us to fall.”
And fall, you did.
Right into madness.
🍎M - Mine🍎
There are seemingly a lot of bad words that started with M.
That last one wasn't generally a bad word, but it can certainly be influenced by the people who use and abuse it.
The moment he closed the door, he looked down at your neck. “Huh.”
You fearfully glanced at him. “Hm?”
He glared at whatever it was on your neck as he took off a glove and reached over to brush his fingers along your collarbone, hooking onto the object in question. He could tell from your confused expression that you had absolutely no idea.
It was a delicate lace-like necklace covered in snowflakes that glittered under the light. It was so thin, nearly translucent, and soft. No wonder you didn't notice. He'll forgive this offense just this once.
As much as he delighted in feeling your heartbeat race underneath his gentle touch, he pinched it between his index and thumb and obliterated it in an instant before backing off to start up the car and grip the wheel.
“... ?” You gave him a questioning look.
He responded, “I need to make sure to change your primary care physician before your next visit. Or better yet, I should just hire an in-house doctor instead. What do you think about that?”
You opened your mouth, but then decided to keep quiet. He wouldn't listen even if you said anything.
“Still with the silent treatment?”
“.....”
He sighed.
Once at home, the moment the door was shut, he was all over you, stealing your lips with every breath, hands grasping everywhere they made contact, not letting you slip away for just a moment.
By the time your back hit the mattress, your lips were bruised and marks littered all over your collarbone.
“You're mine.” Kiss. “All mine.” Smooch. “Mine.”
The next day, he gave what he considered a better necklace than the one that carrot-hating bastard gave you. You weren't allowed to refuse.
He flicked the air from the kitchen, his evol activated.
Ting-a-ling!
He couldn't help but grin when he heard the sound from the bell on your collar.
You guys... I finally mustered up the courage to watch through all of the memories I saved up, especially all of the Spring and Flowers one, starting with Xavier cause I like doing things in order, and then I come across this...
Note: This is a Pilot Frog ramble. It came out longer than I thought it would. It's very disorganized.
You know what I think is funny about this plushie other than the notion that it could be an indicator for the new 6th LI?
So it's a frog and it has naruto swirls, so it reminds me of Naruto obviously. And Naruto had a fox demon that terrorized Konohagakure because (honestly it has been a while since I've watched). So- high chance this is a villain.
In addition to that, it has wings. Which does remind me of Caleb (yes. Any chance to mention my husband), but obviously he has his own set of plushies already so it's not for him. HOWEVER, since Caleb works in the fleet, which is obviously in the air- air element, etc etc. So I am assuming this person has to work near Caleb in some sort of capacity.
This is reminding me of the bedded man near the end of Caleb's main story content (Chapter 10: Crossroads) where he remains faceless but needs Ever. Just like the Pilot Frog, he must have some sort of prosthetic or an installation or a kind of surgery in order to move again and travel worlds. Potentially.
Anyway, again high chance this potential 6th LI has will be a villain of some sort. Since we have the light-dark dynamic going on that I've seen others list.
Xavier (light) vs Sylus (dark)
Zayne (light) vs Caleb (dark)
Rafayel (light) vs ??? (dark)
Xavier has lived for a long time, searching for MC through different time periods and potentially universes until his ship crashed and he meets MC again. Sylus, based on recent content, has been searching for us for a long time until he finally meets MC again.
Zayne, a childhood friend, has been plagued with memories of accidentally hurting MC and also occasionally suffers from being "taken over" by Dawnbreaker (it seems to happen spontaneously but I need more research about triggers). Caleb, also childhood friend (or stepbro, if that's your drift) has been plagued with memories of watching MC tortured and die over and over again, and also suffers from being "taken over" by the chip if he gets too emotional.
Rafayel made a promise to MC that lasted over generations, bounding his heart to her soul, and he is one of the last Lemurians (not sure, need more research). He is able to paint with the blood of his fallen brethren and cause hallucinations to those who purchase them. He is also a god.
Side note, I think it would be funny if Rafayel's parallell was based on Leonardo DaVinci or Michaelangelo. Because DaVinci was known for his innovations and his coding, also his explorations of human anatomy (Ever??) and psychology (definitely Ever-coded).
I'm leaning towards Michelangelo, since he was known for idealized and powerful figures such as David, and also for painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. And the Sistine Chapel has many angelic features, depicted with wings. And also one of most famous works, the Creation of Adam, depicts God reaching out towards Adam. Ever wants to find out how to become immortal. And (this is an intepretation) to control death is to disrespect life, life that was given by God. Therefore to defy death would be to defy God's will. Or something like that.
Anyway, if Rafeyal comes from the Deep, then 6th LI must come from the high skies, if we're going with opposites.
Good lord, those writers have a lot on their plate. Imagine writing sixth different men...
If 6th LI was a woman though? Kyaaaaaa~
Probably not, but considering Xavier is soft and Sylus is hard, Zayne is serious while Caleb is lighthearted, Rafayel is baby and 6th LI is... daddy?
PFF. Imagine trying to one-up on the holy trio (snowman, crow, and apple) on domestic. Hahahaha... But what if?
It'd be kind of cute to have another baby on our hands. (Yes, I'm reaching for that sick man. I don't know who he is, but if he ends up being our 6th LI, I am going to spoil him- *ahem* After spoiling Caleb first, of course.)
Or, ya know, this could just be a cute plushie. Who knows? It's a theory, a game theory! Muhahaha- *chokes*
