"As long as they are together... they can feel like they’re home."
summary: Caleb is so happy to be living the dream with you.
tags: domestic fluff, Caleb as a soft precious boy, waking up together, shopping, slow morning, tiny mention of nightmares
wc: 1k
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Caleb wakes with a start, clutching a hand to his chest. Breathing hard, his eyes still on your figure laying beside him, now stirring from his sudden movement.
“It’s okay,” he swallows, blowing a stray piece of hair out of his eyes.
You look over at him. Caleb had somehow in the middle of the night gotten so far away from you. He was half out of the blankets, shirtless. Maybe he had been sitting up awake for a while.
You both reach out an arm for each other, Caleb pulling you closer around your waist to nestle beside him. Carefully reaching up, eyes still lidded with sleep, you find his hand resting on his chest. Well, his mechanical arm that is.
“Another nightmare?” You ask.
“Thankfully no. It was a good dream… you were there.”
“I was there… good… because I’m also here now” You mumble.
His laugh sounds so beautiful to your ears. It was Caleb’s laugh. And you could recognise it anywhere in the world.
“You’re so adorable right now. You know that right?” He kisses your hair.
“Mmm hmm,” you reply, sleep taking precedence over your ability to talk.
Caleb brings up a hand to rub the back of your head, admiring where your cheek squishes against his chest. He felt that feeling he often felt with you.
That he wanted to be responsible for protecting you, and that he can.
“So so precious, you’re everything,” he whispers. The birds were just beginning to chip into the dawn, pulling the light of day. “Apart from the nightmares, it’s you I usually dream of.”
“It was a good dream…” you start. “So you woke up surprised? Oh Caleb,” you nuzzle your face against his neck.
He smiles and resists the urge to move away out of ticklishness. Your breath uneven and careless, caressed his ear. Of course, you knew his neck was sensitive.
“I know I know,” he settles into your touch. Caleb would stay here as long as you wanted to sleep in. All day if you wished it. Just so he could hold you in his arms and whisper how grateful he was to you. How special you are to him.
It was a lazy morning and you both slept in that day. But eventually you managed to rouse yourselves to go shopping. Pancake ingredients for a late breakfast were at the top of the list.
“Hey it looks like that new toy store opened, did you want to take a look?” Caleb squeezes your hand, plastic bag of pancake ingredients in the other.
You nod, “Sure let’s go in.”
Knowing Caleb from childhood was a blessing.
You seemed to get each other in a way other people couldn’t. And this included a mutual indulgence in the past. Fun things, things that make kids excited.
As soon as you stepped in the store, Caleb right behind you, words were lost on your lips.
“Woah,” is all you could say, taking in the shelves and shelves of plushies, all shapes and sizes, badges and blind boxes. Tiny collective figures.
The store owner greets you both with a smile, evidently happy to see two grown adults indulging in some whimsy.
Caleb follows you around the store, happy to let you lead, fascinated with the way you were fascinated by the toys.
“Caleb look!” His heart starts as you call his name.
You point to rows of shelves with tiny cute velvet animal figurines in small cute packagings. The animals were in different sets, sometimes with prams or gardening tools or whole houses.
Your eyes carefully scan the cute figurines. There was so many and all so cute.
“Pick what you like,” Caleb says. You look at him but he’s already watching your face.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. It’s my treat. For getting to reminisce with you. Whichever you like best, I’ll get it for you.”
He’s met with a warm smile that keeps his heart ablaze.
You return to scanning the packets. This one had two animal figures and an apple tree. They were on a picnic from the looks of their red picnic basket and portable cd player.
You pick it up.
“You like this one hey?” Caleb watches from over your shoulder.
“Yes please,” you turn the packaging towards him.
“Then you got it. That one it is.” He laughs and squeezes your shoulder.
“Don’t you think it looks like us?” You say.
“Yeah if we had cute little animal ears.” You both laugh.
“There's two, let’s have one figure each," you suggest. "Then we can match."
“You've got a deal.”
Caleb pays for the toy from the store owner and you both head home.
Beyond hungry, you both demolish the pancakes and berries you bought.
He insists on washing up and you go ahead and get the toy out from the packaging. Caleb comes and joins you, finding a spot in the bedroom to keep it.
“Did you find a spot for them yet?” Caleb asks, sitting on the bed beside you.
You look around the room holding the cute toys.
“I don’t know where they want their home to be. It’s a big decision.”
“It is.” Caleb muses, reaches out and takes his figure. “I don’t think they would mind. As long as they are together... they can feel like they’re home.”
You watch as Caleb brings his animal figure closer to yours, before moving to touch them together.
You turn to face him and he leans in just as gently, it makes your heart flutter, eyes locked onto your lips. He waits for you to close your eyes before he follows, drawing you into the kiss.
You visit an amusement park with Colonel Caleb for his birthday. He may be different from the Caleb you grew up with, but he is just as easy to love.
1,643 words. fluff, bittersweet (but only a little), nostalgia, birthdays, first kiss, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: Happy Birthday Caleb! I love my big apple so much :D
The title is from Prince's song of the same name. Truly one of my favorites of all time.
dividers by @uzmacchiato | ao3 link here
When you eyed Caleb as he walked into his home, you didn’t bat an eye at the absurd amount of grocery bags in his hands. Or the plushies sitting underneath his right arm. Or the drone underneath his left one.
“You are a mess,” you comment before walking over to him to help out. The largest plushie — a blue, white, and yellow plane — is in one hand, whereas the groceries are in another. You can’t help but be reminded of childhood as you walk over to his kitchen counter, a dream that quickly disappears in the blink of an eye as soon as you take a glance at the man you once shared it with.
The Caleb that stands in front of you is not the same Caleb from back then.
His face is sharp, coated in duty you don’t ever remember him having. His hands are meticulous as they arrange the items from the grocery bags, scarred with his newfound power. His eyes are cold, deprived of the sunlight that always shined in them when you were kids.
You can only stare at this stranger as he faintly retains the person he used to be.
“Need anything?” he asks.
You shake your head, embarrassed. “No.”
He looks over at you for a second, scrutiny coating every moment of it, before going back to organizing the canned items. “I’m sure you haven’t run out of things to do in Skyhaven. I’m sorry I haven’t been very present.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been browsing the books you have on your shelves. They’re not too bad of a selection.”
You don’t admit that you’re not okay and that not even the worlds you find in literature could pull you away from your boredom. You even skimmed through his most annotated book, Paradise Lost, just to learn more about who this Caleb is, but to no avail.
“Sounds fun,” he comments, and the conversation dissipates after that.
When grocery items are placed in his pantry and fridge, you move on to the large collection of plushies. Aside from the plane you were holding, there were so many colorful little cuties waiting to be placed in his dark, unwelcoming home. You recognize some of them from the wishlist you had written in your diary back when you were still a child.
“Fairymare!” you can’t help but exclaim excitedly. You squeeze it with all your might, happiness oozing out of every smile on your face. Your childhood comes back to you, even if only for a brief moment.
And the person you spent it with stares at you, his lips slightly curved upward.
“The amusement park was giving out free plushies today,” he admits. “I couldn’t help but snag some of them since you said I should decorate my house more.”
Your smile turns into a full grin. It feels like sunlight shines where clouds have always lingered. “I’m glad you listened to me.”
He remembers.
He remembers everything about you.
“I’m sure half of them will end up in your apartment though,” Caleb teases.
A glimpse of the Caleb you miss dearly comes up in that witty reply. With the lightheartedness of a remark and the smile of a cheeky young soul, you have to look at him to remind yourself that this is the colonel that wanted to keep you in his home, never to be seen by anybody else again.
Your mood doesn’t sour though. Instead, an idea appears in your head. Years and years of wondering, finally ending with one simple question.
“Can we visit the amusement park tomorrow?”
When Caleb’s brow raises with that small smile, you press Fairymare’s hands together. “Please, please, please?”
He must have seen something in your excitement, because for a split second, the violets of his eyes sparkle like newborn stars in nebulas. He’s no longer the man you grieve even as his feet walk the ground, no longer the unanswered questions you couldn’t ask.
He’s Caleb.
“You’re lucky I’m free tomorrow,” he says. “We can visit, for old time’s sake.”
You’re not quite comfortable to where you can hug him, but you can toss Fairymare over to his direction with all the happiness you have within you.
And in a very Caleb fashion, he catches it seamlessly.
Nostalgia drapes over both of you as the amusement park welcomes you to its liveliness.
Candy stands sit near almost every ride, and the exclusive plushie shop is just around the corner. Children run with cotton candy in their hands, screaming frantically as they approach another ride. You can’t imagine even sitting on the ride they chose, let alone stomaching the loops of it, but their happiness is infectious.
“Do you remember when you bought me cotton candy after we rode the ferris wheel?” you ask Caleb, whose eyes land on a particular ride with planes on it. “You made fun of me when my teeth turned pink.”
He looks at you, momentarily tilting his head as though the memory is hidden in a file in his head. “My teeth were blue, so we’re even.”
“But at least I didn’t laugh at you back then!”
He laughs now, the sound as lovely as the happiness surrounding you both. “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Hmph.”
You pass by families playing bumper cars, teens on a high swing ride, and the emptiness of the ferris wheel. If Caleb wasn’t holding your hand, you would play hide and seek with him, hiding in the ferris wheel where he would easily find you.
“You’re thinking about running, aren’t you?” he asks.
You huff again. “Would you catch me if I did?”
A smile forms on Caleb’s face, and the newborn stars in his eyes die. It sends shivers down your spine, the way he looks at you like a subordinate and not the person he knows best.
But fear dissipates into excitement once the both of you arrive at the exclusive plushie store. Known for its expensive and one-of-a-kind plushies and trinkets, seldom does anybody visit this part of the amusement park.
“Caleb! Are those Fairymares free?”
You don’t wait for an answer before browsing the bucket with free or discounted plushies. Purple Fairymares are on top, but you take the white unicorn version sitting at the very bottom and the two sunny apples sitting beside it. A smiling red apple and a pouty green apple.
Caleb holds all of your new finds as you browse the shelves for the more expensive ones. Your joy clouds you from noticing the fearful glances directed towards him, recognition of the cold colonel filling their expressions.
But to you, he’s always been Caleb. The Caleb who’s paying for your new plushies, the Caleb who happily holds everything for you, the Caleb who’s so busy — so different — that he doesn’t even remember what today is.
“I’ve got…” you take a second to count the plushies in your hands. Ten. Ten plushies and all of them are special editions.
“And these are?” he asks. His eyes still have those familiar star-like sparks in them, but now they’re clouded with amusement as he takes his wallet from his back pocket.
“Your new friends! We’re going to decorate your apartment tomorrow!”
“Why can’t we decorate it tonight? I’m free.”
You tilt your penguin plushie’s head to display your confusion for you. “Because we’re going to be here all day.”
Caleb sighs. Not complaining, only relenting. “Okay, okay.”
You leave with three different tote bags filled to the brim with cuddly plushies. Caleb leaves without even a slight dent in his bank account, but judging by the sweat on his forehead, the warmth of the afternoon is getting to him.
Sitting on a bench close to the bumper cars, you enjoy the sweet comfort of the Sunny Apple as rest overtakes you both. A young couple sits on the other end, tasting ice cream and laughing at the screams from the high swing ride.
“That high swing ride isn’t as high as the one we rode as kids,” you whisper, Sunny Apple’s legs swinging as you bounce the plushie on his legs.
“Any higher and they would reach the stratosphere,” Caleb says dryly. You wouldn’t have believed it if you’d forgotten that Skyhaven is in, well, the sky. The ride suddenly feels too high, and only when the passengers walk out in one piece does your heart feel like it’s beating at a normal pace.
You don’t notice how you absentmindedly bounce Sunny Apple, nor do you notice how the couple glances at the way Caleb stares at you. If you weren’t so enamored by the ride, you would’ve seen the flicker of foreshadowing in their gazes, like they see their future sitting right beside them.
Nostalgia drapes over Caleb when he notices what you don’t.
“Hey,” he whispers. “You were getting distracted there.”
“Hm?” you blink before turning back to him. Your eyes momentarily get lost in his as his hand settles on your waist protectively. In his gaze you see realization, a past shared yet long forgotten. His eyes, which now dance on your parted lips, not only hold new stars but shine the old ones too.
This is Caleb.
You don’t have to be scared of him.
“Caleb,” you whisper, soft and breathless. Your hand touches the necklace you gave him all those years ago. When U Come Back, it says, and he has.
He has come back to you. Different, sure, but his heart is just the same as it was all those years ago.
And when Caleb’s lips touch yours for the first time, it feels like home and warmth and everything he’s always been to you. His hands land on your face, roughness learning how to be soft again as he carries all the love he’s had for you.
Such a happy birthday indeed.
a/n: I had butterflies writing this one, you guys! I took inspiration from the amusement park scene in Colonel Caleb's myth, sprinkling some fluff onto it because he and his beloved deserve so much happiness. Happy Birthday Caleb!
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)
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#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ fluff reader is nanami's wife she/her pronouns used Nanami is the sweetest husband eva only tooth rotting fluff you and nanami were high school sweethearts reader & nanami are mid-early 20s modern au / no sorcery 2nd person perspective
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I actually don't like writing for nanami that much masterlist <3
KENTO NANAMI placed his hand over your abdomen, gently sneaking his hand up your shirt to cup at the pouch where your womb was.
His lips brushed over the back of your hair, while you were pouting, eyes closed in the constant ache. “I feel so gross…” you mumbled, groaning when you felt that one cramp shoot to your rear in eye-watering pain. The first two days of your period were always the worst, you didn’t even want to get out of bed, too tired and sore, not wanting to deal with any daily tasks.
Kento was gentle, the sweetest husband, even.
“I’ll make you warm tea, my love, you can eat it with the chocolate chip bread rolls I bought recently,” He hummed in his deep voice against the back of your neck. Soft lips pressed against where your scalp faded into your neck, warm breath ghosting over the back of your neck in a comforting brush. His thumb moved gently over your skin, pressing just firmly enough to give you some sort of relief.
Kento had always been the person to look after you on your period, even back when you two were in high school, between the lines of friends and dating. He had wrapped his sweater around your waist at one point when you had bled through your school pants. “My tummy hurtsss… and can people still see?” You pouted, turning around so that nanami could check you from the back. His eyes had bored down your figure before shaking his head silently, “you can’t see,” he had said monotonously.
You had sighed, smiling before reaching over and pecking his cheek. His face burned up almost immediately, “thank you, Kento!”
And now, almost a decade later, as your husband, he was bringing you warm tea. Watching over you, keeping you safe, and loving you. Kissing your forehead, still blushing every now and then whenever you kissed him, but he was mostly used to it now.
"Kento... you're really sexy when you take care of me," you whined playfully, rubbing your eyes to turn over in bed to see what he had brought you. Nanami was frozen, setting down the tray on the bedside table, face flushed a deep red.
suguru hates how you can tell when he's irritated by looking at the crinkle between his brows form.
suguru hates how easily you are able calm and melt the wrinkle back as well.
suguru hates that you know how sweaty, wide eye and jumpy he gets when he wakes up from another one of those silly nightmares he has subconsciously.
suguru hates how effective your presence is in comforting him whenever that happens by letting his wide arms engulf your body and allowing him to burry his head in the crook of your neck.
suguru hates how good you smell. how he associates your scent with warmth, comfort and safety.
suguru hates how easily you see through his cracked persona. he hates how to you — he's not the charming, confident, flirty, smooth talking boyfriend to you.
suguru hates how well you work as well, how you are able to coddle him to sleep when those nights where he cant happens again.
suguru hates how you hold back his hair by gathering the silky black strands and using your fingers as a makeshift hairtie when he's kneeled down and vomiting infront of the toilet from how bad the curses taste.
suguru hates how you always let him hold you during panick attacks, soothing him by muttering affirmations softly in his ears, and how you let him wipe his messy tears and snot on your shirt when he's done.
suguru hates how he can no longer even think of leaving this world as a solution to end it all, because that would mean leaving you.
suguru hates how he's corrupting you, his sweet, girlfriend. how he has no choice but to show you all this darkness he tries to hide — but you still see through it like glass.
suguru hates how he always overthinks — how scared he is for you to leave him when you realise there's much better fishes in the sea.
suguru hates that he can't take care of you as well as he thought, how he's not worthy enough to be with you and how good you are to him. even though he does, way more than he thinks.
suguru hates how much he loves you. he hates how much he thinks about the possibility of you not being here. he just can't live without you.
xavier loves when you get longer nails so you can scratch his head when he rests it in your lap, and if you stop for even a second he'll whine and peak open his eyes up at you like a disappointed cat until you keep going
sylus runs warm, and most of the time you end up not even covered by his plush duvet, but by him. His arms snug around your waist and his head on your chest the perfect blanket as you fall asleep.
zayne has this cute way of teasing you by stealing your candy on occasion. He'll kiss your cheek then your lips, lulling you into a false sense of affection then will slip the candy right out of your mouth with that slight smile on his face.
caleb puts you an air jail when you're being petty and giving him the silent treatment, and only lets you down if you agree to give him a kiss and tell him why "his pipsqueek is being so moody."
rafayel insists on applying your lipgloss/lipstick for you. He always steals your lip gloss before you can put it on yourself, insisting that his artist's eye can do it better. He'll gently tilt your chin up with two fingers, carefully applying it while studying your face with far more concentration than the task requires. Once he's finished, he'll lean back with a satisfied smile and hum, "Perfect."
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
Caleb never meant to be a magnet. But with three little boys? He wasn’t walking alone anywhere.
In the morning he wakes up, stretches, and before his feet even hit the ground, the oldest is padding in, rubbing his eyes. Then the middle one’s stumbling in behind him, dragging his blanket. And finally, the littlest, hair sticking in every direction, holding his stuffed animal upside down. They pile onto his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Morning, pups.” Three sleepy “Morning, Dad…” muffled into his shirt.
Around the house they follow him in perfect stair-step order, like ducklings. Caleb walks into the kitchen for coffee? Boom—three boys at his heels. He heads outside to check something on the porch? Boom—three boys trailing him, bare feet slapping the floor, one of them carrying the wrong tool but insisting “I can help, Dad!!”
During naps Caleb is stretched out on the couch after a long day. Doesn’t matter where you are—suddenly it’s a dog pile. The oldest curls against his side, the middle sprawls across his chest, and the littlest? On top of his legs, out like a light. Caleb just lays there with one big arm over them, staring at the ceiling like, “…guess I’m not moving for three hours.” But his mouth twitches with the softest little smile.
In his guard dog mode if anyone knocks on the door, Caleb’s up like a wall in front of his boys. But the pups cling to his legs like they’re his little tail. He tries to step forward? Three extra weights glued to his calves. He sighs, ruffles their heads. “Pups, you gotta let me move sometime.”
“Nope.”
“Negative, sir.”
“You’re stuck, Daddy.”
And he is. Happily.
During bedtime he tries tucking them into their own beds, but more nights than not, he wakes up with all three squished against him. One curled into his chest, one hogging his pillow, the littlest starfished across his stomach. Caleb groans, but his hand automatically rubs their backs, like he was made for this.
I honestly don't care what happens in this fandom but men and fujoshis need to understand that not every media is targeted towards them. anyone can play lads but they gotta play as female mc cuz lads is an otome game for some reason. you see dominant authorative female figure and immediately go— "but she should be a man!" …being queer doesn’t automatically give permission to be blatant misogynist. I'm queer too, you're nothing special.
Rafayel had taken every precaution to protect you. He had built a fortress around the abandoned facility you both found shelter in. What he didn't know, was that in the west wing there were zombies locked up in a faculty closet. They broke out of the closet from wearing it down over time, and they found you while you were sleeping in the zone you thought was safe. When he heard your scream he ran faster than he ever has, only to be horrified by the sight. "Please...no you can't leave me again- You CAN'T!" He sobs, holding you in his arms until you take your last breath. He doesn't have the heart to not let you turn as promised, he just can't live without you. So, he lets you bite him so he can live in rotting eternity with you.
Xavier:
Xavier was fighting a herd with you for what felt like hours. You were both back-to-back, keeping the other safe. He didn't know that in the middle of the chaos, you had been bitten on your shoulder blade. You didn't tell him, it wasn't until you two were back at camp that he saw how pale and weak you looked. When you collapsed he was quick to hold you in his lap. "It's okay...you're okay-" "Xavier-" "What?!" For the first time, you heard true fear and grief in his voice. A stark contrast to the soft and calm voice he used only with you. "It's too late." you murmured weakly, he didn't want to admit it, but he knew deep down you were right. "There has to be another way." "There isn't.." He exhaled a shuddering breath, he knows you won't let him sacrifice himself out of grief, so you make him promise to not let you turn. After he ensures you won't turn, he holds your body close and cries for a long time, blaming himself.
Sylus:
Sylus had trusted you to watch your camp while he went scavenging for food and ammo. On his way back, hoping to impress you with his catch, he noticed a few more stragglers than normal walking in the direction of the camp. He moved quicker, only to find you in the center of a herd of zombies all wanting you. You ran out of bullets, using your sword as best as you can, but one managed to take a bite of your arm on your last swing. He didn't even realize your name left his mouth in a cry of agony, all he saw were the zombies turn to him and red. He killed every single one of them, by the time he got to you, you were already pale and weak. "Sylus..' right here, sweetheart." ''I’m sorry-" "Not now. It's not your fault…I left you vulnerable and alone." His voice wavers despite his usual composure. "I'II find you..." you said before the virus took over. He swallowed the sob that threatened to leave, leaning down to kiss your forehead before he made sure you didn't fully turn.
Caleb:
You and Caleb were sneaking into another camp for supplies. "Remember Pips, we can't trust anyone. Just in and out, got it?" You nod before following him to the camp. You thought you had counted everyone there, but someone was returning to the camp and spotted you. "Hey! We got lurkers!" They snitched, causing chaos. There was a shootout, which you both barely escaped. All of the commotion lured walkers into the woods with you. You both had to keep running for a long time, Caleb stayed behind you to protect you. He didn't see the zombie on the side sneak up, it took a bite from your shoulder before he could react. "NOO!" The scream left him louder than he realized, as he held you close. "Nonono...not you..it can't be you...""Caleb..." "Pipsqueak-" "Cay, it'll be okay...you're strong...I won't be holding you back anymore." "Don't say that." “I'Il always be with you." He holds you crying, even until you turn, he doesn't have the heart to kill you, so he lets you bite him until you're both zombies wandering together in the forest.
Zayne:
Zayne had made sure you and him were both safe in an established community from the start of the pandemic. Since he was a doctor, he knew many people would want to keep him, and you for your hunting skills. You two were the hottest couple of the community, until that fatal day. A small group from another community threatened to take your group's stuff, but you all didn't take it serious. That is until they broke down the fortifications, and let over a hundred zombies into the community. It was too much happening at once, Zayne looked everywhere for you. By the time he found you, he was too late. You turned to him, but you weren't really you anymore. He teared up instantly, stopping one of the men from killing you as he reached out hoping to still find a trace of you left inside. When he didn't, he used a scalpel to carefully end your suffering. He held you in his arms even after the community stopped the flood of zombies coming in and tried fixing the gates. He just couldn't leave you.
synopsis: you can come to sylus anytime you need him. also, some of his men need better training!
tags: fluff/comfort, anxious reader, onychinus guard is dismissive of reader, reader feels like a burden, sylus has none of it, vague threats against anyone who keeps him from his partner, tiny bit suggestive at the end
word count: 1.4k
one, two, three…
another futile count to four.
no matter how many times you guide the air in and out of your lungs, your heart still thrashes in your chest.
on the nightstand, the clock reads 3:06 a.m.
where was he right now?
in times like this, there was only one person who could soothe you. you hadn’t seen much of sylus this week, but the chances of getting through this without him were slim. you could only hope he hadn’t left for the night.
hugging your sides, you pad through the base’s chilly halls, the echo of gruff voices growing louder with each step. above them all, one seems to soar—the one that sings you to sleep through thunderstorms, that greets you at every dawn.
sylus.
you nearly trip as you round the final corner that separates you. but when you finally reach the room where his meetings are held, the hulking figure looming outside gives you pause.
“you need something?”
he’s one of sylus’s men—bruce, if you remember right—but you haven’t spoken to him much. surely, though, he’s seen you around?
swallowing thickly, you wring your hands out in front of you. “i was looking for sylus. i was hoping i could talk to him.”
if he notices the tremor in your body, he doesn’t say anything. “boss is busy right now. you can come back when he’s done.”
when he’s done?
“um…are you sure?” you protest weakly. “he usually doesn’t care if—”
“i’m sure, alright?” for some reason, he sounds exasperated. “look, this deal is important to us, and he doesn’t need any distractions. just wait for him to finish.”
the words bounce in your brain. they feel wrong. you feel wrong. but if your presence ever sabotaged his work, you’d blame yourself for weeks.
biting your lip, you nod once and turn on your heel, dragging your feet back to your shared bedroom.
you’ve been hugging your knees for what feels like hours when the door creaks open. almost immediately, the scent of home fills the room, wrapping around you like the hug you needed earlier.
“sylus?” you croak, pushing yourself up on the mattress. “are…are you free now?”
he pauses for a moment, then flicks the nearest lamp on its lowest setting. in the warm, reddish light, you see his elevated eyebrow. “what do you mean?”
“i know you were in a meeting. i almost went to see you, but the guard said i shouldn't disturb you. so i’ve been waiting here.”
“disturb,” he repeats, like the word is foreign on his tongue. “you…disturb…me?”
his head is angled to the side, like a puppy’s during its first encounter with the bathtub. you decide against telling him this, only nodding instead.
as soon as you do, the shadows of snarl creep onto his face. “why were you coming to see me?”
“i was just anxious, i guess. it wasn’t that much worse than usual.” the back of your neck warms, and you scratch it nervously. “since you usually help me, i thought maybe you could this time, too. but it’s okay,” you rush. “i feel better now.”
he shuts his eyes, letting out a three-second sigh. then, he comes to the bed, sits down beside you, and tucks you into his side. “he’s fired.”
startled, you raise your head as much as his bear paw of a hand allows. “what?”
“the guard you ran into. he’ll be gone by morning,” he says simply.
your heart hammers in your chest again—this time, out of guilt. “but—i’m sure it was a misunderstanding. he was only trying to make sure your meeting went well, and i could have come in at a bad time, and—”
the wry curve of his lips tells you he’s not convinced. “alright, sweetie. let’s say i keep him on. this first time, you’re upset, and he thinks it’s not worth telling me. what happens next, then? you’re hurt, and i don’t find out until it’s too late?”
he takes your silence as a sign to continue.
“if you were in danger and someone kept you from coming to me,” he begins, voice dipping in with conviction, “i’d do much, much worse than fire them. consider this a blessing, sweetie. you’re doing the man a favor.”
you chew your lip and fiddle with your hands, unable to fully believe him. “i guess.”
gently, he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head until your eyes meet. “i want you to see me anytime, no matter the reason. even if you don't have one. your problems are my problems, and my time is yours.”
you can’t hold his gaze for very long—you never can. but when you wrap your arms around his torso, he knows he’s gotten through to you.
“good. now, why don’t you tell me what you were so anxious about?”
you stiffen against him, but only momentarily. “i don’t really want to.”
he lets out a bewildered scoff. “hmm?”
“you’re here now, and i’m happy. i want to focus on that instead,” you say, shoving your face into his chest.
he lets his body buckle slightly from the force, his rich chuckle setting your mind at ease. “alright, then. how was the rest of your day?”
a week later, a taller, bigger, much nicer guard knocks on the dark oak door. nodding your head in thanks, you enter after a moment’s preparation, and the mix of deep voices falls to a hush.
the meeting is over. you know that as soon as sylus’s eyes find yours, softening from warmth and relief. “thank you, morgan,” he calls to the new guard. then, he cuts his eyes across the sleek round table. “i’ll have the room now. follow up in three days.”
scraping their chairs against the hardwood floors, the other men nod their heads and clear out. once the door shuts behind them, sylus turns his chair toward you and pats his thigh. you rush into his open arms without a second thought.
“hi, sweetie,” he murmurs into your hair. “what is it?”
heat rushes to your cheeks. you bite the inside of your left one. “i…”
humming inquisitively, he gives an encouraging squeeze to the side of your waist. “you…?”
“i…am bored.”
pulling back a bit, sylus examines you carefully, checking to see if you’re serious. when all you do is stare back at him, fighting the urge to cover your face, a snort builds to a wheeze, then to a bark of laughter. “and we can't have that, can we?” he teases, eyes twinkling like roses in starlight.
sheepish, you shake your head and try to double down. “we can’t. my problems are your problems.”
“they are. you’re a quick learner,” he rumbles, gently bringing your foreheads together. “how lucky is it that i’m bored, too? had that meeting gone any longer, i would’ve had to remove our honored guests from the base.”
shifting on his lap, you squint down at him. “by kindly asking them to leave, right?”
“something like that,” he replies, and you try to suppress the image of fifteen bodies being flown out the front door. “in any case, what should we do instead?”
“well, there’s this rainforest documentary i want to watch. or we could keep watching that vampire drama, or we could play that game i beat you at last time—”
“i have no memory of that.”
“I do.” you steamroll over him. “or you could walk me through the armory again, or…”
as you spew out options, you’re almost oblivious to the way he maneuvers you in his hold. soon enough, though, you’re intensely aware of the kisses he scatters over your cheeks, stealing your focus until your lips tug into a frown. “you’re not listening, are you?”
“of course i am,” he whispers, hands roaming over your skin. “your ideas are great, kitten. it’s just…there’s no need to rush. why don't we start going down the list, say, an hour from now?”
you can barely nod before he pulls you into a searing kiss, any and all boredom going up in smoke. you don’t know how long you stay there with him, touching until your bodies blur together. an hour, two—you’re not sure, you don’t care.
with the room to yourselves and him in your arms, you have all the time in the world.
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Imagine the transfer should have been temporary, that was what Caleb told you six months ago when the reassignment orders first arrived. "Just a different unit." He reassured you softly while standing in your kitchen. "I'll still come home." Home, not your apartment. Home. Because Caleb started calling your place home long before you even got engaged.
Imagine he kept that promised too. No matter how brutal the new schedule became, he still drove back to the city whenever he could. Sometimes arriving past midnight exhuasted out of his mind only to leave again before sunrise. You used to scold him for it constantly. "You need sleep." "I need you more." Ridiculous man. Ridiculously sincere man. That was the problem. Caleb loved you too honestly for this situation to make sense. Which is why the past week had been slowly driving him insane.
Imagine the operation had reached critical stage faster than expected. Months of investigation finally narrowed into something tangible. Dead fleet officers, missing intel, internal corruption, targeted executions disguisedas accidents. At first the unit suspected isolated incidents. Then patterns started emerging. Officers connected to specific classified transport routes kept dying one after another. Some vanished entirely, others were found dead before they could testify. The newest victim finally gave them a lead. A newly married fleet officer murdered in his own home, except his wife survived, barely. She escaped before the shooter fnished clearing the house.
Imagine now she was their only living witness. Which meant she was also a walking target. The problem? The leak was internal. Someone inside the fleet kept feeding information outward. Meaning, nowhere offical was safe. No military housing, no secure holding facilities, no predictable movement. So the witness got moved constantly between trusted personnel, including Caleb.
Imagine he hated it immediately. Not because of the responsibility, but because of you. Because suddenly, the operation stopped being dangerous only for him. Now there was possibility of collateral. And the moment collateral became possible, Caleb's entire perspective changed violently. You became the center of every tactical decision in his head. Could this route expose you? Could this operation lead people toward your apartment? Could someone follow him back home? Could someone use you against him? That last thought alone nearly made him sick.
so Imagine, he started pulling away slightly, not enough for you to notice fully. He tried so hard not to. God, he tried. Because Caleb physically didn't know how to function properly without you anymore. You were woven too deeply into his life, routine, and sanity. After brutal shifts, hearing your voice grunded him. Sleeping beside you kept him human somehow. You were the only place where Colonel Caleb stoppped existing. Where he could just be your fiance instead of someone constantly responsible for life and death.
but Imagine lately, the pressure became unbearable. Every move mattered, every mistake could get people killed. And Caleb was good under pressure, exeptionally good. But not when it involved you. Never you. So yes, he became distaracted. Quieter sometimes, checking his surroundings more often, sleeping lighter, watching doors automatically. You noticed, of course you noticed. You noticed everything about him too. And Caleb hated himself every single time he saw concern flicker across your face before you smiled anyway and kissed him like you trusted him completely. Because you did trust him. That trust became the knife slowly twisting inside his chest all week.
Imagine then tonight happened and everything finally exploded. The witness was sitting quietly in the kitchen when Caleb stepped into the shower. He planned to finished paperwork afterwards then drive back to the city to see you. He missed you so badly it physically ached. The past few days had been hell. He needed you. Needed your voice. Needed your hand in his hair while he pretended the world wasn't collapsing round him. Instead the bathroom door opened and Caleb walked straight into his worst fucking nightmare.
Imagine the way you stood frozen inside his apartment staring at the witness like your entire world had just been ripped out from under you. And fuck, the look on your face. Shock first, then confusion, then heartbreak. Real heartbreak and Caleb felt actual panic slam through him instantly. Not suspicion, not irritation. Panic. Because immediately, he understood exactly what this looked like. The witness was wearing his shirt. Fresh marks still on the witness neck from injuries sustained during the attack days ago. The apartment looked lived in, intimate, domestic. And Caleb himself just walked out looking comfortable as hell inside the environment. Fuck.
"Baby-" Then your expression changed. And Caleb's stomach dropped violently because he recognized it instantly. That look, the moment someone stops feeling safe. You ran. And everything inside him snapped. "Baby!" He sprinted after you immediately, not caring about protocol, not caring about surveillance risks. Because nothing mattered except stopping you before this misunderstanding destroyed everything.
Imagine the apartment hallway blurred around him. Then came a movement, tiny, brief. A red laser dot flickered against the far wall behind you. Gone immediately but Caleb say it. Years of training wired his brain too sharply not to. And suddenly all the blood drained from his body. No. No no no no. They found the apartment. The operation was comprimised. And worst of all, you were here. Exposed, visible, vulnerable. For one horrifying second, Caleb imagined the laser moving slightly upward. Straight to your head. And his chest nearly fucking stopped.
"Baby wait!" You kept running, crying. Completely unaware someone potentially had a scope trained on your body right now. Caleb caught your wrist at the parking lot. Then you hit him, hard. The impact split skin across his cheek instantly. His head snapped across his face. He barely regustered it. Because you looked shattered. And Caleb realized with horrifying clarity, you genuinely thought he betrayed you. "Listen to me." He said immediately, breathing hard. "That's not what it looked like." "Then what is it?" He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Because his brain was screaming too many things at once.
Imagine there was the witness, the leak, the fucking laser. Get her out of here. Protect her. Then your voice cracked. "What is it, Caleb?" God, you looked desperate. Not angry yet, just desperate. Like you were begging him to give you something, anything, that would make this make sense. And that almost destroyed him more than the slap because even now, you still wanted to believe him. You still trsuted him enough to ask explanation instead of immediately condeming him. That trsut fucking wrecked him. Because he loved you. Loved you so much it bordered on insanity sometimes.
and Imagine now he was standing here watching that love get twisted into pain because of a mission he couddn't explain. "Tell me." He looked at your face. Then beyond you. The laser flickered briefly again against your car window. Cold rage exploded through him instantly. They were sending a message. Talk. Talk and she dies first. Caleb understood that perfectly. And suddenly, something terrifying woke up inside him. Not fear but murderous rage. Because these people weren't just threatening him anymore. They were threatening you. Using you. Cornering him into hurting you himself.
"Tell me!" You begged now, tears falling harder. "Because right now it looked like you've been lying to my face for weeks hiding another woman in your apartment." Every word hit like a bullet. Because on your perspective? You were right. You had every right to think that. And Caleb hated himself for putting you in this position. "It's not like that." "Then explain it!" "I can't." The second those words left his mouth, he regretted them.
Imagine the way your face collapsed completely. Not dramatic, not explosive, worse. It was quiet devastation. Like your heart physically cracked open in front of him and fuck. Caleb would rather take a bullet. 'I can't' sounded guilty, cowardly, suspicious. He knew that. But what was he supposed to do? Tell you there were armed eyes watching right now? Tell you people died over less information than this? Tell you your life had potentially become collateral damage the second you walked into that apartment? He coudn't risk it. Not with you. Never with you.
Imagine then your voice dropped smaller. "You're hurting me." And there it was, the thing tat finally broke him. Because you weren't screaming. You weren't insulting him. You just sounded hurt, disappointed, heartbroken. Like you couldn't understand why the man who loved you most was suddenly becoming the source of your pain. Caleb's grip loosened slightly around your wrist. His breathing became uneven. Because he knew. God, he knew he was hurting you and worse, he was doing it knowingly. Chosing silence while watching tears run down your face because the alternative could get you killed.
"Please." You whispered desperately. "Just tell me the truth." He wanted to. Fuck, he wanted to so badly. Wanted to grab your face and explain everything. Wanted to beg you not to leave him. Wanted to promise this wasn't betrayal. But then the laser appeared again brieflt against the concrete, then to your forehead. And Caleb saw red. Actual red. Something violent surged through him so fast his vision sharpened dangerously. Someone was aiming at you. At you. And suddenly every protective instinct inside him turned monstrous.
"I can't." He repeated hoarsely. You went still, then slowly... You pulled off your enngagement ring. The world stopped. No. No no no. Not that. Anything but that. Caleb genuinely panicked. Real panic. "No- baby, please-" "What am I supposed to do?!" You asked shakily. "Stand there pretending I didn't see another woman wearing your clothes?" He couldn't tell you anything, and that helplessness made rage build hotter inside him. Not at you. Never at you. At the situation, at the operation, at whoever forced him into this impossible corner, at the bastards watching from the shadows while the woman he loved cried in front of him because of their fucking mess. You shoved the ring into his chest. "Get out of my way."
Imagine he stared at the ring in his palm. Your ring. The one he spent months secretly carrying around before proposing because he wanted the perfect moment. The one you cried over while saying yes. Now it's sitting cold and unwated in his hand. Something inside Caleb cracked violently, but he stepped aside anyway. Because keeping you near him tonight suddenly felt more dangerous than losing you. And God, that realization nearly killed him. So he watched you get into the car. Watched your hands shake against the steering wheel. Watched you avoid looking at him directly because if you did, maybe you'd break harder.
Imagine Caleb stood there bleeding from the cheek, engagement ring clenched painfully tight in his fist, feeling completely fucking helpless. You looked at him once before driving away. And the devastation in your eyes would haunt him forever. Because despite everthing, you still loved him. He could see it. Which somehow made this infinitely crueler.
Imagine the second your car disappeared, Caleb snapped, completely. He stormed back upstairs so fast the witness physically recoiled when he entered. "She okay?" She asked quietly. Caleb ignored her and grabbed his phone immediately. The moment the line connected, his voice turned terrifying calm. "We've been compromised." Silence, then movement. "I want every surveillance team active now." "Sir?" "There was a fucking laser sight pointed at my fiancee." The room went dead silent. Caleb paced violently through the apartment. Caleb paced violently through the apartment. Every emotion inside him mutating into something colder, meaner, more dangerous.
"Get covert protection on her immediately. Twenty four hour surveillance." He was silent for a moment. "My family too. I want every possible tail identified before sunrise." "Sir we still need authorization-" "Then authorize it." Caleb snapped viciously. Nobdy argued after that tone. Colonel Caleb angry was dangerous. Colonel Caleb angry over you was catastrophic. "They touched the wrong fucking person." He said coldly. The witness stared silently from the kitchen while listening to the conversation. And honestly? She looked scared of him now. Good. Because Caleb himself felt terrifying right now. Not because he lost control but because he still had it.
Imagine every ounce of rage insdie him became focused, precise, lethal. He wanted names, faces, bodies. He wanted everyone involved in this operation dragged into the light personally. No more patience, no more careful politics. These people made you cry. Made you take off your engagement ring. Made you look at him like he betrayed you. For that alone, Caleb wanted them ruined.
Imagine that night, long after orders were issued and surveillance confirmed you reached home safely, Caleb sat alone on the edge of his bed staring at his phone. The apartment felt unbearably empty now. Tiny traces of you everywhere. And now, he didn't know if he lost you forever. The engagement ring sat beside him. Caleb kept staring at it like maybe if he looked hard enough, tonight would undo itself somehow. His cheek stung where you slapped him. He welcomed the pain. He deserved worse. Slowly, Caleb unlocked his phone.
You: I love you. seen
You: Please trust me. seen
then Imagine, it took him a few more seconds and one message for the message to failed and realized you had blocked him. And for a several seconds, he just stared blankly at the screen. Then he laughed, one horrible breathless laugh. Because of course you blocked him. Of course you did. And somehow the reality of it finally crushed him completely. You, his fiancee thought he betrayed you. The woman he planned his entire future around. The woman he wanted children with. The woman he loved so much it scared him sometimes. And now, you were gone. All because he couldn't protect both the mission and your heart at the same time.
Imagine the way the laugh broke midway. Then Caleb lowered his head into his hands and finally cried. Quietly, violently, completely alone. Because there is nothing could do right now except finish this opertion. But afterwards? Afterwards he was getting you back. Even if it destroyed his pride entirely.
Imagine he would kneel, he would beg, he would crawl if he has to, and he would explain everything. Spend years rebuilding your trust if necessary. Because Caleb knew one terrifying truth with complete certainty now. He woud survive gunfire, war, blood, death. But losing you? That would be the thing that finally fucking killed him.
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⋆˚✿˖° Master list ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖
Love and deepspace —
☁︎ MULTI
➪ Dad!lads Part 1 (Rafayel, Zayne) | Part 2 (Sylus, Caleb, Xavier) "Random things i think the lads guys would do with/for their child"
➪ Dad!lads "Small habits" — (part 1.) Dad!lads and their child's small habits around the two of you.
➪ Dad!lads "Small habits" — (part 2) Dad!lads and their child's small habits around the two of you.
➪ Dad!lads "Small hands, big claims" — Dad!lads and their child not wanting them to 'steal' you
➪ Dad!lads "Kindergarten Classes" — Dad!lads and their child after picking them up at kindergarten
➪ Dad!lads "Fever" — Dad!lads taking care of their child after they got a fever.
➪ Dad!lads "Exercise buddy" — Dad!lads with their child while they're exercising.
➪ Dad!lads "Sleepy" — Dad!lads and their child pretending to be asleep in the car so they'd get carried inside instead.
➪ Dad!lads "Future job" — Dad!lads and their child when they're asked about "What do you want to be in the future?"
➪ Dad!lads "First steps" — Dad!lads watching their child take their first steps towards them
➪ Dad!lads "Baby tooth" — Dad!lads and their child losing their first ever tooth
➪ Dad!lads "Baby work" — Dad!lads bringing their child at work for the first time
➪ Dad!lads "Baby sibling operation" — dad!lads and their child asking for a little sibling
➪ Dad!lads "Soft scolding" — Dad!lads and their child suddenly crying as they were getting scolded
➪ Dad!lads "Beach day" — dad!lads and their child while they're at the beach
➪ Dad!lads "2nd baby" — dad!lads and their child while you're pregnant with their little sibling
➪ Dad!lads "School performance" — dad!lads going to their child's school performance and supporting them wholeheartedly
➪ Dad!lads "Daycare" — dad!lads scenario where their child just got home from daycare and acting tired like they worked nine to five
➪ Dad!lads "Adventurous" — Dad!lads with their very adventurous and curious child..
➪ Dad!lads "Big sibling shenanigans" — Dad!lads and their children playing with their younger siblings!
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𓆉︎ RAFAYEL
➪ Dad!Rafayel "little guppy" — A short one shot of you and Rafayel's daughter, seraphina, who just suddenly got her lemurian tail.
➪ Playing mermaids • 🌊˖°𓇼⋆🐋🐚 𓈒𓏸 — a oneshot scenario of you, rafayel, and your little daughter playing mermaids.
➪ Dad!Rafayel "Family tradition" — you, rafayel, and your little daughter's family tradition wherein your little family takes a family photoshoot every year ever since your daughter was born.
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☀︎︎ CALEB
➪ Filo!Caleb headcanons — a short list of filo!caleb headcanons, mostly highschool filo!caleb.
➪ Dad!Caleb "Cuteness aggression" — Dad!Caleb having cuteness aggression because of his daughter.
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✩ XAVIER
➪ Dad!Xavier "Ipad kid son" — a one shot of you and Xavier's son getting addicted to his ipad. (Jeremiah mentioned)
➪"Did you like her in the morning?" — a short Xavier x Reader/MC fic inspired by "Did you like her in the morning?" By NIKI
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❄︎ ZAYNE
➪ Dad!Zayne "jasmine and sweet potato" — one shot scenario with your daughter who was horribly afraid of Sweet Potato—Zayne’s parents’ pet and his so-called 'little brother'
➪ Dad!Zayne "in all best ways" — Zayne coming home to you and your daughter after a long week of work at the hospital.
➪ Dad!Zayne birthday special — zayne birthday special celebration with his little family.
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𓄿 SYLUS
➪ Dad!Sylus "Shared bliss" — A short fanfic inspired by the sylus "shared bliss" card image.. but obviously i have to make it into dad!lads..?!
this is my LaDS masterlist based on your mood! this will make it easier for you to find your next reads and to navigate my long list of love and deepspace fics :)
same emojis = same series, but they are all interconnected and can be read separately. the only ones that can't are the multi-chapter fics.
here is my original masterlist & my untitled ficlets can be found here.
When you're feeling happy:
Untitled Ficlet 3 (Xavier x Reader)
Captured Stars (Husband Xavier x Wife Reader)
A Smile (Doctor Zayne x Doctor Reader) 🩺
When I Met You (Husband Zayne x Wife Reader)
Anatomy's Innovation (Zayne x Reader)
Untitled Ficlet 4 (Zayne x Reader)
Loving Painting (Rafayel x Reader) 💜
Crowned His Princess (Rafayel x Reader) 💜
Delectable Sweetness (Sylus x Reader) 🌹
Enamored (Husband Sylus x Wife Reader) 🌹
Spirits Awaiting (Husband Sylus x Wife Reader) 🌹
A Touch of Life (Sylus x Reader)
Untitled Ficlet 2 (Sylus x Reader)
Untitled Ficlet 5 (Sylus x Reader)
Little Scoundrel (Husband Caleb x Wife Reader)
Potential Courtship (Caleb x MC!Reader)
When you're feeling bittersweet:
Tala [The Forgotten Stars] (Xavier x MC!Reader)
Scattered Sentiments (Xavier x MC!Reader)
Home Isn't Here (Dawnbreaker Zayne x MC!Reader)
If The World Was Ours (Doctor Zayne x Doctor Reader) 🩺
Untitled Ficlet 6 (Dawnbreaker Zayne x MC!Reader)
The Divinity of True Love (Rafayel x Reader) 💜
Reminiscence (Rafayel x Lemurian Childhood Friend)
Your Merciful Welcome (Sylus x Reader)
A Crow's Albatross (Sylus x Nurse OFW Reader)
A Flower for His Pretty Girl (Colonel Caleb x MC!Reader) 💐
Spring's Blossoms, Winter's Wilt (Colonel Caleb x MC!Reader) 💐
Talks of Love (Caleb x MC!Reader)
Aviation's Curse (Caleb x MC!Reader)
When you're feeling sad and want comfort:
Moonlight (Xavier x MC!Reader)
Secret Escape (Zayne x MC!Reader)
Two Blues (Photographer Rafayel x Model Reader)
Blood Red Ink (Artist Rafayel x Writer Reader)
Interpretations (Husband Rafayel x Wife Reader)
A Violet, Violet Lily (Husband Rafayel x Wife Reader)
Patience (Boyfriend Sylus x Girlfriend Reader) 🌹
Untitled Ficlet 7 (Caleb x Reader)
When you're feeling sad and just want to be sad:
The Misunderstood (Dawnbreaker Zayne x MC!Reader)
For a Girl So In Love... (Grand General Zayne x Head Medic Reader)
Untamed Pasts (Zayne x Non MC!Reader) [1] [2] [3]
Flowers For The Pretty Boy (Caleb x MC!Reader) 💐
When you're feeling the warmth of unconditional love:
Scintillation (Neighbor Xavier x Reader) [1] [2]
Accompanying You (Med Student Zayne & Med Student Reader)
The Great War's Aftermath (Grand General Zayne x Empress Reader)
Shivanika [My Beloved Wife] (Husband Sylus x Wife Reader) 🌹
Evasive Weaponry (Sylus x Reader) 🌹
One for The Ages (Caleb x Single Mother Reader)
When you're feeling some spice:
An Empress's Gift (Husband Zayne x Wife Reader)
Senseless (Zayne x MC!Reader)
Jasmine Petals (Husband Zayne x Wife Reader)
Seduction's Princess (Husband Rafayel x Wife Reader)
Whispers of Tomorrow's Desire (Prof. Rafayel x Student Reader)
Is It a Crime (Sylus x Reader)
Untitled Ficlet 8 (Sylus x Reader)
When you're feeling the wonder of different worlds:
Glory to the King (King of Darknight Xavier x Queen Reader)
A Coldness Worth Holding (Grand General Zayne x Empress Reader)
The Crow and His Jewel (Sylus x Reader)
Delicacy (Vampire Sylus x Reader)
A Paradise Created (Husband Caleb x Wife Reader) [1] [2]
Peaceful Devotion (Soldier Caleb x Goddess Reader)
Untitled Ficlet 1 (Caleb x Reader) 🔪
Obsession's Embrace (Colonel Caleb x Reader) 🔪
dividers by @moonlightindeepspace and @bunnylovesspace <33
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