Hello kaitolings !! I know I've been inactive for a bit, but im back now... and with me comes something new (and this is my first time doing this... so be nice...)
MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!
Who / what I'll write for:
- Love and Deepspace -- all five of the boys are welcome !!
I have other fandoms I'd write for but the lads brain worms are taking over at the moment. I'll update my list as different interests pop up !! and if you see me post a character that isnt on the list, feel free to ask for them too
PLEASE SPECIFY THE FOLLOWING FOR ONESHOT/HC's REQ'S:
- if you want the reader to be gendered. My default is gender neutral. If you really want your request to be gendered mention it!! I will write female and male and any other gender reader if you ask! Otherwise it's they/them or "you" for reader!!
-The idea/what you want. Fluff? Angst? Hurt Comfort? Just give me some idea!! And yes, I can write smut, but I don't prefer it
-Requests will either be oneshots (~1.5k) or rambles, it just depends on how much i wanna write. If you have a preference though feel free to let me know !!
WHAT I WONT DO (more might be added as things pop up):
- yes, I write for Caleb. Do NOT ask for incest or pseudocest though pls and thank you I always default to Caleb and Mc/reader as a childhood bffs trope, and i will not call CalebMC siblings unless its strictly platonic.
I will try to get to my requests in a timely manner :3 but I am just doing this for fun, so it might take a few days to get to. please leave requests though i am friendly and will not bite !! Unless I'm genuinely stumped on what to write for a request or uncomfortable writing it, it will get written at some point !!
Turth be told, Sylus has never had such a genuine and at ease smile on his lips as he had the first time you finally, finally fell asleep with him.
It was an uphill battle. For one, you struggled to sleep normally. Always going to bed too late snd waking up just before he was about to sleep himself.
And for two, even when hed try to go to sleep with you, you wouldn't. Not unless he was asleep. You'd cuddle with him, yes, but never sleep. Sylus kept his thoughts to himself, but he thought It was very cat like how you couldn't sleep if he was watching.
But tonight? You were just about tired enough. Your eyelids heavy as you laid in his arms, when normally you'd swear you two were just horizontally hugging.
And then you fell asleep. Breath evened out, body relaxing.
A victory in its own right. Sylus didnt even dare to breathe, in case his chest moving or warm air hitting your head would stir you. Even when his body started to feel numb, he didnt move.
Sylus would keep you here forever, if he could. Hopefully this was the first of many. A part of him, while wanting to just watch you all night, can't help but feel sleep, which is normally elusive at this hour, tug at him. Maybe due to the weight of you on his chest. Or, the snores leaving your mouth that youll deny come morning.
And well... when you finally do wake up, its to sylus' own gentle snores. He's so loud... but you arent too annoyed when you scoot closer and shut your eyes again.
“my— my mama works good. good job.” kyros breathes into the tiny microphone Mr. Raf handed to him.
big, thoughtful eyes blink at the camera awaiting the next prompt while his teacher tries to clarify. “no, yes. sure. but what is she doing a good job on?”
kyros opens his mouth, then closes it, unsure. after sorting through a few thoughts, he presses his lips to the mic again and says, “good job on… uh, work.”
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“mama fights.” lucian chews his words, speakers popping at his loud voice. “mama go hurt things.”
“hurt?”
“yes. and do good job.” lucian nods, also staring at the camera. as if to challenge anyone who thinks otherwise.
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“hi, i’m lucian and kyros’s mom, and i am a Hunter for The Hunter’s Association.” you say, a little bashful at the answers they provided. “I—I hunt, not hurt. Well, I also hurt, but—but wanderers! Not people. Or— well— Rafayel, stop recording!”
“what do you think your dad does at work?”
“beez-nez.” kyros struggles to wrap his tongue around the word but relays enough to understand.
“like… stocks?”
“ya, he wear socks.”
“like what kind of business, kyros?”
poor kyros looks like his brain blast will injure him. but in a snap of memory he has heard his father sneer at people on the phone, he exclaims. “ah! none!”
“huh?”
“none-your-beez-nez!” he claps happily for remembering. “i do good job!”
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“phone— and, and trinkies— and! like, drinks.” lucian lists, twisting his shirt around his hands and swinging side to side.
“does he own a bar?”
he lifts the front of his shirt randomly over his face. “bar? what dat?” Rafayel panics to pull it back down.
when lucian’s face emerges, he says, “papa has a gun.”
“what—“
Mr. Raf has never met the guy, but now he worries what these kids have to witness at home. their father, skye, will be coming to pick them up later, and so he braces for the worst.
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“I’m lucian and kyros’s papa.” sylus states, deadpan into the camera in his three piece tailored armani, but radiating with pride at the statement. “and I sell fruits.”
Rafayel falters with the camera and shoots the little ones a look over his shoulder, tired. they blink up at him with identical, thoughtless red orbs that matches their strange father’s and wave.
Thomas lied. Ooh, kindergarten is an easy, fun, break-from-your-routine, might-inspire-you-to-paint kinda gig— not.
He makes that known, later that day. Loud and clear.
“Thomas, what the hell do you think I do for work?”
Caleb walks in to the sight of you huffing and puffing. Shaking your limbs and head as you tug a hairtie out of your thick hair.
"Hey hey, whats got you in such a fuss, pipsqueak?"
"My hairs so-- ugh--" hands ruffle your hair, before collapsing back.
"So?"
"Annoying. its too frizzy. Too stupidly thick. I saw a cute ponytail hack online and i wanted to do it but i cant seperate my hair without strands tugging and- and my arms get so tired and-"
"Show me the video."
"No, its stupid anyways--" Yet yourpouty huff as you collapse back doesn't deter Caleb. He grabs your phone, and watches the video a few times, before he leaves. You dont ask where hes going-- dont need to, when hes back in a couple minutes with a spray bottle.
A warm palm pulls you back upright, one of Calebs knees settling on either side of you as he sits behind you. Spritzes your hair until its wet, before he sets on styling it. half up half down, twisting it to make a gap, putting the lower half into a ponytail, putting it back together...
His arm wraps around your shoulders. Pulls you against him as he takes a selfie. "...Here. You can be the judge of how close you think i got, pips."
"mh... Its still not fair. I wont be able to get it this cute."
"Well... lucky for you your Caleb isn't goin' anywhere. I'll always do your hair for you, if you let me."
"Hey pipsqueak, you ready to go now?" Caleb's voice echos from down the hall behind you as he comes out of the bathroom. For once, he spent forever getting ready as you fiddled with your outfit by the door.
"Caleb, I've been ready for half an hour, what took you so--"
Words die in your throat as you meet his gaze. Skipping right over the outfit that hugs his body in the right way, and landing on his hair.
He slicked it back. He slicked it back. He--
"What did you do?"
"Well I've been thinkin'... im getting older, you know, pips. I figured id try a more 'mature' style this evening. Granted, my hairs too long on the sides so ill have to shave it down later for it to look reallll nice and--"
"No."
"What--"
"Don't."
"Pips--"
Moving to stand infront of him, your hand ruffles the strands of his gel covered hair. Moving it out of place until his bangs are back.
"My Caleb will NOT look like a generic mafia guy. I like his messy hair best." You hum.
His eyes are wide. Before he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "...okay pips, whatever you say."
"And you better not shave your head. If I lose your fluffy hair youre sleeping on the couch."
"Okay, okay, I hear you. So bossy..."
"And you dont like that?"
"Well I didnt say that.."
You shake your head, but you smile at him anyways. "Hey, its not my fault I love my Caleb the way he is. Oh, but id love him more if we leave right now so we're not late..."
And Caleb trails after you while you leave with the happiest smile on his face. Because you love him the way he is... a happy truth he never would've believed years ago.
You walk out of the bathroom to the familiar tune of a children's movie playing--- Your two babies have been INVESTED in watching it over and over again. Except they weren't really babies anymore-- they were 5 and 2.
Luckily, Zayne let you go have a nice bath when he watched over them.
Heading towards the living room, hair still damp at the ends, you go to tell them that after this it's time to get ready for bed after this and...
They were already in onesies. Your son in a perfectly sized seal onesie, and your little girl in a matching one that was a few sizes too big.
Zayne was in the middle of them, in his own white sweater and simple penguin pj pants you bought him a few years ago, holding his daughters sippy cup and the bowl of sweet n salty popcorn half empty and on his lap.
Both kids are invested in the movie. Even if your sons eyes look heavy and your daughters keep shutting for a few seconds before blinking open. Hell, Zayne looks invested in it too.
And so? You stay silent. Quietly grab your phone from your pocket and make sure the flash is off, before snapping a few pictures.
Pocketing it, you walk in, set the popcorn onto the table and brush zaynes bangs back to kiss him on the head.
"...So good with them," You coo, "When did you get the onesies?"
"Earlier this week. Figured it'd be good for the colder days."
"They're really cute. But... I think Zaynie needs a seal one too."
"Well, I think you'd need one too. After all just a daddy seal can't make two babies." He murmurs, spinning you around so you can sit on his lap, arms resting comfortably around your waist as you lean back on him.
"...I wish we could watch another movie sometime soon." You murmur.
"...Same here. I almost started humming the soundtrack at work a few days ago."
Zayne pauses, a brightly coloured plastic egg still in his hand. He's in the middle of placing it hidden behind a book.
"It's Easter." Is his only explanation. Still it's all you really need.
"Right...you know she's only 6 months old, right? She can't even reach up there." You watch him with an amused smile as he moves it to a lower shelf, not that it would help since she can't even crawl yet.
"I'll help her find them." He shrugs, moving to another part of the house. You follow along with a smile, admiring his dedication, as he pretends to hide eggs that he's really just putting in plain sight now.
"And just what do you plan to do about the chocolate inside the easter eggs? She can't have sugar and she has like three teeth." He sets another egg near a photo of the three of you a few days after she was born. He lingers for a moment, as if reminiscing, before snapping back to attention.
"I suppose I can eat them." He pretends to be ambivalent about it, but you can see that faint smile on his face.
"Zayne, you got a filling three days ago. You can't just eat all that chocolate by yourself!"
notes: fem reader, they have baby twins here, mentioned breastfeeding.
The sun had just started to slip through the light cotton curtain of your and Rafayel’s bedroom, when the sound of fussing accompanied it.
Grumbling, you sit up. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before pushing your husband’s arms off of you so you can go across the hall to the nursery.
“Mh… Cutie don’t go…” He mumbles.
“Raf, the twins are awake.”
He sighs as you leave the room, but he’s at your side soon enough, watching as you scoop up your daughter.
“Its so early though… Not even the seagulls are awake yet.” He murmurs, voice still low with sleep.
“Yeah, well they haven’t learnt that yet.” You yawn. The baby girl in your arm babbles, and you can feel sleep starting to leave you at the sound.
When her brother starts to fuss, Rafayel scoops him up.
“Of course they haven’t. Humans are rather stupid.”
“...Aren’t they half lemurian though?”
He shrugs, carrying his son over to the changing table. You follow behind him.
Once his son is dressed and changed, he trades twins with you to do the same to your daughter.
Yet, when your son starts to fuss, you move to tug your top to the side. “Hungry bud? Lets see if this’ll work today or if I need to make you a bottle…”
Yet Rafayel shakes his head. "Oh please, look at our little ones. They're been fed soooo well. They look like blobfish. Such chubby cheeks." Rafayel coos, squishing his baby girls face and tickling her belly, before glancing up at you. "Are we sure they're hungry again? Maybe they're trying to suck you dry, like a sponge."
"Rafayel they’re babies. They’re always hungry."
"And? I'm just saying that they've been taking pretty well to both your milk and the formula. Pretty soon they’ll start eating the sand on the beach and the paint on my palate. We might have to live in the middle of the sea soon, once they eat the house. But they'd eat all the fishies in the ocean too. They'll become the apex predator, and nothing in the world will be left. Except, of course, for their beautiful mom and--"
"Okay, okay, I get it. Here, burp him and let me feed her now." You laugh, gesturing for him to trade twins. He does so, but not without stealing a kiss from you first.
"...There. I've been fed, too."
"Have you now? You're normally way more gluttonous than that..."
"Yeah, well... You already have two hungry fishies to feed. I don't want to completely consume you." Rafayel sighs, settling his son on his hip. "Besides, someone's gotta feed you, no? I'll go start on breakfast."
You loved stopping by Zayne's office when he worked.
Yes, you knew better than to fool around during his work hours. He was always so focused that nothing you'd ever try would get to him. Plus, you knew he liked taking his time anyways.
So you were content with popping in on his lunch breaks. Watching him focus on his work as he takes a bite every now and then.
"...Say, Zaynie?"
"Yes?" He asks, not looking up from his computer.
"Want a kiss before I go?"
His eyes glance up. Green irises locking in on yours. It was... Rare, that you asked if he wanted a kiss. Normally you'd just peck his cheek, pat his shoulder, and say your goodbyes.
But really, why would he say no?
"...Of course."
"Okay, close your eyes then."
He obliges. Something presses against his lips, before slipping into his mouth. It hits his tongue, and he shakes his head.
"...Chocolate? You said a kiss." Zayne's eyes open, looking up at you as your hand pulls away.
"Yeah, a kiss." You dangle another wrapped, tear shaped piece of candy infront of him before dropping it onto his desk. He frowns.
"...Valentines chocolate in March? If you really wanted to do this... you should've waited a few days for your day to do this."
"My day?" You murmur, tilting your head in confusion.
"Yes, April first. Since you like to act a fool."
"Rude. I was going to kiss you for real, but now I've changed my mind." Grabbing your bag, you put it over your shoulder before walking past him and towards the door.
"...So you're just going to get my hopes up and then leave? And I'm the rude one?"
"Yep, goodbye."
"You don't want me to walk you to the front entrance?"
"Nope."
Zayne sighs, getting up regardless and walking you through the sterilized halls.
"...Are you sure you don't want just one kiss?"
"Mh... well, if you're offering..." You murmur, leaning closer.
You feel foil graze your palm. "...There. You dropped it earlier." He murmurs, before taking a step back. "I'll see you after work, love."
Does anyone know of any Zayne X readers that mention his family and or his monkey brother because i need a fic of MC meeting his monkey brother but i dunno if i wanna write one yet
SYNOPSIS: in which the lads men hear you call them your soulmate for the first time
a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys enjoy this :3 i had fun writing this i love the idea of soulmates hehe <3 please let me know what u guys think !!!
tags/warnings: ft. xavier zayne rafayel sylus caleb x reader (separate), fluff !!! allusions to sex (xaviers and sylus), consumption of alcohol / being drunk (zaynes and calebs), making out, fear of feelings not being reciprocated, caleb knows you too well, mephisto is a traitor, might be ooc for them sorry </3 let me know if i missed anything!
wordcount: ~1k for each love interest !
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XAVIER !
It’s not like Xavier had meant to eavesdrop. In his defense he’d planned on getting a snack from the kitchen and then turning on his heel and giving you privacy. But then you let out a giggle and he was all but forced to figure out who was on the other line making you laugh like that.
He makes it three steps down the hall after he realizes you were talking to your friend, your suddenly hushed tone makes him stop in his tracks. Xavier pauses for a moment, he shouldn't eavesdrop, he should go back to bed and wait for you there, you'd tell him everything eventually.
Xavier scurries back around the corner, ears fully engaged as you ramble aimlessly into your phone.
“God he's just so perfect, he remembers things about me that I don’t realize I do, and he's so sweet and thoughtful and hot as fuck,” you laugh. Xavier smirks at your words, crossing his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall.
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, I don't wanna scare him away y’know? it took us so long to even start dating,” you sigh into your phone. It’s quiet as the person on the other line responds, he can’t quite make out what they’re saying, whatever it is makes you let out a breathy chuckle.
“I mean we already said ‘I love you’ and I do but I don't know this feels like it's more than love,” you chew on your bottom lip, heartpounding as the word sits on the tip of your tongue. You hesitate, playing with the strings of his hoodie you were wearing, smiling as you pictured your lover sleeping soundly in the bedroom.
“is it insane to say I feel like he’s my soulmate?” you smile, practically kicking your feet as you speak the words. Xavier feels his head spin, his mouth dries up as his heart beats harder against his chest.
Soulmate.
Xavier regains his bearings too late, a flash of light already making your head turn to where he was. His cheeks are flushed, ears red and hands shaking slightly as he tries to compose himself, puppy eyes ready to go in case you were mad at him for eavesdropping.
“Xavier? Is that you? Hold on, I think I left the kitchen light on,” you mumble, kicking the blanket off your legs before coming face to face with your glowing boyfriend, golden specks fluttering around him and encompassing the two of you.
His plan on fawning goes out the window when he sees you, dressed in his hoodie and your hair slightly messy from your actions with him before the phone call.
“My star please hang up,” Xavier breathes out, trying to steady his hands as he reaches out for your waist.
“I’ll call you later, bye,” you rush out, barely ending the call as Xavier’s lips meet yours. you can’t stop the smile on your lips as he deeps the kiss, pulling you closer to his body. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Do you mean it?” his voice is strained, grip tightening around you as you stare up at him in confusion. “What you said on the phone, were you talking about me?” the golden orbs around you flicker, their intensity lowering as you stare at your lover in silence.
it takes you a moment for everything to click in your mind, eavesdropping little-
“If it's not me then who? I promise I can be better, I’ll do anything-” he rambles, his grip on you tightening possessively. You cut him off with your lips on his, ignoring the way your teeth clash initially, smiling when he whines softly into the kiss. You relish in the way he holds you closer to him. When you pull away his eyes are dark and pupils wide, you giggle at the way his eyes flutter open.
“I was talking about you, you're the only one for me” you smile up at him, the lights in your apartment flicker, the love of your life glows brighter before you. Xavier pulls you closer to him, face buried in the crook of your neck, stomach flipping as the smell of his laundry detergent mixes with your perfume.
“Say it,” he breathes against your neck, “I wanna hear you say it.”
“You're my soulmate, Xavier," you whisper out, like it's a secret only meant to be heard between the two of you and the four walls of his apartment. “I only want you.”
His grip tightens around you for a second, his warm breath fans over your neck before he presses wet kisses to the skin, humming when he feels your knees buckle as he bites down softly.
“My star,” he mumbles between kisses, “you’re my everything,” he makes his way up your neck, "mine in every lifetime,” a kiss to your jaw. His lips hover over yours for a second, you can feel his breath fanning over you, eyes half lidded, you look at him through your lashes. “I’ll find you no matter what, it'll always be you, my soulmate.”
Xavier's words make your heart stutter and mind melt, closing the distance between you as your lips move passionately against his, hands grasping at the hair at the nape of his neck, smiling when he moans as you tug softly.
“I love you, starboy,” you mumble between messy kisses, "you're only mine, right?”
Xavier whimpers at your words, the sound of a lightbulb shattering makes you pull away. His calloused hand is quick to find your cheek, gently redirecting you back to him. “I’m all yours,” he breathes out, voice hoarse, “and you’re all mine starlight.”
“Don’t think you're off the hook for eavesdropping," you say against his lips, biting at his bottom lip softly before pulling away. Xavier immediately flashes you a small pout with wide eyes and angled brows. You force yourself to look away, feeling your resolve leave your body much too quickly. “Dont look at me like that,” you mumble.
“Can’t I look at my soulmate?” his voice is soft as ever, you can't stop your head from turning to look at him, wide sapphire eyes staring back at you.
You were a goner, and Xavier knew it, but he wasn’t much better.
ZAYNE !
“Jus’ one more drink!” you slur out, stumbling against your boyfriend and he leads you out of the bar, shaking his head at your feeble attempts to break free of his grasp.
“Darling, one more drink and you’ll throw up in my car like last time,” his voice is gentle, slowly leading you to his car as you wave goodbye to your friends reluctantly.
There’s a small pout on your lips as he buckled you in, kissing your temple before closing the door and sliding in the driver's seat. He'd already queue’d your playlist, a small smile on his lips as you sang your little heart out.
There's a pause before the next song blares through his car's speakers, you hum along before turning the volume down, suddenly turning to your lover and staring at him intently. Zayne glances at you a couple times, raising a brow as he bites back a smile at your attempt to look serious (your body sways back and forth and a small smile plays on your lips.)
“I have something like serious business I have to say to you,” you fumble out, watching as Zayne juggles glancing at you and the empty road ahead.
“Okay, go on my love,” he says, voice as steady as ever. It makes your knees weaker than they were already, your heart thumps loudly against your chest as you muster up the remaining liquid courage in your veins.
“Nevermind,” you chicken out, leaning into the plush passenger seat and staring at your boyfriend with half lidded eyes.
“What is it? You can tell me,” he pushes slightly, hazel eyes looking at you softly, it makes your stomach flutter.
“What if you don't feel the same?” you pout, eyes glossing over and bottom lip wobbling the tiniest bit.
The words have Zayne's grip on the steering wheel tightening, the brakes squealing as he comes to an abrupt halt on the side of the road, parking the car and turning his hazards on before looking at you with concerned eyes.
“Do you think I don't love you?” His words are frantic and desperate, your drunken mind misinterprets his tone, pouting as your shoulders deflate.
“No I know you love me it's just-” you mumble, already shifting your body to face the window. Zayne doesn’t let you, his usual composure falling to pieces as he reaches across the center console to have you face him, hazel eyes searching yours, pupils blown wide.
“You can tell me anything, darling,” he breathes out, “will you please tell me?”
The softness in his voice makes your inebriated resolve fall apart, your eyes stare at his lips for a moment before refocusing on your confession at hand.
“I feel like you're my soulmate” you mumble, eyes slowly focusing from his eyes back down to his pink lips.
Zayne feels his heart skip a beat, hat creeping up his cheeks as he catches the way you stare at him with pure want.
“Darling, I know you are my soulmate,” he confesses, memorizing the way your eyes widen and sparkle, the smallest gasp leaving your lips.
“Zayne-” your words are cut off by him pressing his lips to yours, ignoring the bitter taste of alcohol on your lips as his tongue swipes your bottom lip. A small whine leaves your lips as he pulls away, he has the slightest smirk on his lips when you pull him back by the collar of his button up. Your mouths move together in sync, you can taste the mint left behind from the gum he was chewing while he waited for you. Zayne lets his hands cup your cheeks, only pulling away when he feels your hand snaking to his thigh.
“Let's get home first, okay?” He offers, placing a gentle kiss to your nose when you reluctantly agree.
You're asleep by the time he parks the car in the garage, carrying you to bed and helping you out of your clothes, pressing soft kisses to your face as he does your skincare for you. He tries to ignore the blush on his cheeks as you compliment him between giggles.
“Do I tell you how hot you are? I need to tell you more,” you mumble, Zayne struggles to keep his composure, finishing the final step before finally carrying you to bed.
“Do I tell you how gorgeous you are? How stunning and brilliant you are?” He hums, turning the compliments on you, he smiles as you turn away in embarrassment. He gently repositions you so that you're facing him, “I need to tell my soulmate I love them more, don't I?” He pauses for a second, letting you try to push away from him, only to come back immediately. He presses a feathery kiss to the top of your head. “I love you.”
“You mean it?” you mumble against his chest, hands intertwined with his.
Zayne feels his heart clench at your vulnerable words, “I would never lie to you about this. You're the only one for me, we are meant to be together in this life and the next.” His serious tone is a contrast to the gentle look in his eyes.
You can’t stop the giggles leaving your mouth, nuzzling your warm face into his neck and placing a flurry of kisses on his neck.
“I love you,” you sigh out, eyelids heavy as the alcohol takes its toll on your body.
“I love you more,” Zayne whispers, a small smile on his lips as your breathing evens out. He smooths your hair down, arms holding you a little tighter, “my soulmate.”
RAFAYEL !
The thought occurred to you during a fleeting moment as he walked hand in hand with you from the beach, laughter being carried by the ocean breeze.
Your fond eyes took in his every feature, every mole and noise he made, your chest growing warm. My Rafayel. My boyfriend. My soulmate.
You falter slightly as the last word weighs heavy in your mind. There isn’t much of an opportunity for you to linger on the word, Rafayel is quick to sweep you off your feet and carry you into the house bridal style, smiling sweetly down at you before kissing your cheek.
“What does my darling lover wish to eat tonight?” His voice is airy and playful as he plops the two of you on the couch, brushing your hair behind your ear. He relishes in the way you squirm, the way you avert your gaze out of bashfulness.
“Whatever my handsome fishie desires” you reply back, wiggling out of his arms and standing, “I’m gonna go shower.”
Soulmate. The word rattles around in your head, a million thoughts racing in your mind as the water hits your skin. You stare at the ornate tile long enough for the design to be seared into your eyes.
A knock at the door makes you jump, soap effectively getting in your eye. “fuck,” you mumble softly, quickly rinsing the suds off your body, “what is it?” You call out, lowering the water pressure to hear better.
“You okay cutie? It’s been a while,” Rafayel's concern makes your stomach twist.
“I’ll be out in a minute!”
Rafayel notices your subtle change in attitude, watching the way you stare at him more intently, the way you hold back your affections for him. He frowns when he catches you stopping your arm from wrapping around his waist as he stands in the kitchen with you.
He doesn’t say anything, not yet.
That was two days ago, and now Rafayel feels like he’s going to die soon if he doesn’t feel the warmth of your skin on his. He’d gotten out of bed before you this morning, telling you he wouldn’t be back until early evening under the guise of buying new paints at the market. He tried his best to hide his frown when he saw how relieved you looked to be alone for the day.
You let out a sigh of relief when the front door clicked shut, giving it two minutes before dialing your best friend's number.
“I’m in a crisis and I need your help,” you rushed out as soon as she answered. You were too jittery to stay still, kicking off the blanket and pacing around the room.
“You know Rafayel? the handsome artist that I’m dating and am head over heels for?” you ramble, walking out of the room and into the hallway, staring at the art pieces for a second before continuing your panicked walk.
“Yeah so what do I do if I think he’s my soulmate?” the words leave your mouth conveniently as the front door opens, your wide eyes meet the shocked dual chrome ones of your boyfriend.
“- forgot my wallet,” the words die on his tongue as he processes the words he wasn't meant to hear. Neither of you move, staring at each other like fish out of water.
“Cutie please tell me you’re talking about me or this is going to get really awkward really fast,” he breaks the silence first, watching as you quickly hang up the phone.
“Did you hear that?” part of you hopes he didn’t, the other part of you wonders what he’ll say.
“Hear the love of my life call me their soulmate? Yeah I heard that part,” he says, closing the front door behind him, he takes two tentative steps towards you, gauging your reaction. Your face flushes at his words.
You take a step towards him, helping close the distance. Rafayel doesn’t hesitate to take a mile when you give him an inch, arm looping around your waist and pulling you against him.
“You were talking about me, right?” His voice is a lower octave and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.
“maybe,” you breathe out, eyes frantically searching his own, “do you feel the same?”
Rafayel feels his skin ignite as your hands brush over the skin of his cheek, his eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. “How could I not feel the same when you’re so perfect for me? of course I think you’re my soulmate. You're my muse and inspiration, the reason I live.” He punctuates each point with a kiss to your hand, then your wrist.
“My beautiful soulmate,” he smiles, watching as you break into a grin. He presses a kiss to your neck, breathy giggles between kisses up your neck and jaw before finally capturing your lips in his. “Is that why you’ve been distant? you were scared I didn’t feel the same?”
Rafayel feels you tense at his words, relaxing when he places another kiss on your cheek. “You noticed that?” You cringe, nose scrunching as he pulls away from you.
“I live to love you and you think I wouldn’t notice when you pulled away?” you laugh at the incredulous look on his face, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he carries you to the couch. He feels you mumble a ‘sorry’ against his skin, kissing him softly before looking up.
“Don't you have to go buy some paint?” you ask, running your fingers through his purple strands before focusing on his eyes again.
“Oh that was a lie,” he says plainly, “was gonna buy you that diamond bracelet you wanted because I thought you were mad at me.” Your jaw drops, he continues. “But now we can go pick something out together, to celebrate our soulmate-ism!” he grins.
Rafayel doesn’t let you protest, shutting you up with a kiss on the lips every time you try and argue. You give in eventually, with the two of you coming back with matching bracelets whose price tag made your vision blur (Rafayel didn’t bat an eye as he handed over his card).
SYLUS !
It was your fault for thinking Mephisto would actually keep a secret from his creator. You were too distracted by the prospect of finally catching up with friends as you hurriedly kissed Sylus goodbye while he was half asleep, hopping on your bike and heading towards Linkon. you hadn’t noticed the mechanical crow following you in plain sight, the flutter of his wings masked by your friends voices as you hugged them all.
The three of you sat at a table outside, making small talk before ordering and setting menus aside. You caught up on the usual, work, hobbies, gossip, the shows you all watched.
“Okay let’s cut to the chase, this Sylus guy,” your friend waggles her brows at you, you scoff, pushing her gently and hoping they think the flush on your cheeks is due to the sun and not because of the mention of your lover.
“No we’re really good,” you smile, biting your bottom lip, “I really, really love him and he’s the sweetest ever, i don’t know i think-” you cut yourself off, heart pounding as you stare at your friends expectant faces.
“Are you serious?”
“Oh my god!”
“I think he’s the one, I feel like he’s my soulmate,” you breathe out, laughing when your friends squeal in excitement.
Mephisto isn’t perfect, his feathers puff up at your confession and the poor bird can’t stop the squawk of excitement that leaves him. You whip your head around at the sound, jaw dropping when you see him perched on a branch of the tree besides you. Your narrowed eyes are enough to keep the crow grounded in place.
Two hours later you part ways with your friends, double checking they were out of sight before snatching Mephisto out of the tree he was in, a concerned ‘caw’ leaving his beak when you manhandle him.
“You can not tell Sylus what I said here today, okay?” your breathing is panicked as you look around, “the last thing I want is to scare him off because im in too deep too quickly or he doesn’t feel the same or-” your grip on the bird loosens, he doesn’t move, instead he nuzzles his head to your hand.
“I don't wanna mess this up, promise me you won’t tell him, promise me Mephie?” the bird lets out a soft ‘caw.’ You smile at him, placing a kiss to the top of his head before releasing him. “Okay, let’s go home then.”
Mephisto arrives at the base before you do, seeing as you stopped quickly at the grocery store, having misplaced your faith in the corvid; truly believing he would stay true to his caw and keep a secret from his father maker. You walk in the front door, with a smile on your face, skipping to the kitchen and setting down the snacks you’d bought.
“Did you have a good time, sweetie?” Sylus’ deep voice makes you turn with a smile, your eyes sparkling as you nod quickly. Sylus doesn’t waste time, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on and snaking his arms around your waist. “Did you happen to talk about me?” There’s a lilt to his voice, you hum softly.
“Maybe, maybe not,” you scrunch your nose, kissing his lips before attempting to break free of his grasp, "I need to put the ice cream in the fridge before it melts!” you protest, barely putting an effort to leave his arms.
“I’m sure as soulmates we’ll have plenty more ice cream in our lives, no?” Your movements still as the words process in your mind, eyes going wide and stomach dropping.
“That fucking bird!” you gasp out, panic rising in your chest, “I’m sorry I just- we can take a step back if you want-” you ramble, not noticing Sylus’ brows furrowing at your words as you attempt to backtrack on the words you very obviously meant.
“Did you not mean it?” His deep voice is steady, his grip on you hasn’t faltered, still holding you close to him. Your eyes meet his, trying to clue yourself in on his emotions.
“I did- I do, but I don't wanna scare you off,” you admit. Your heart is racing, the sound of it beating loudly in your ears masks Sylus' heart beating just as loudly. You avert your gaze from his, focusing on the frayed edges of his old t-shirt.
“You couldn’t scare me off even if you tried, kitten,” he mumbles, a soft smile replacing his teasing smirk. He leans down, stopping inches from your lips before whispering, “for the record I told mephisto you were my soulmate the day I met you.”
His words make your eyes dart from his shirt to his eyes. Sylus forces himself to mask his amusement at your surprised look. You open your mouth to reply, but he doesn’t give you a chance to get a word out as he crashes his lips to yours, allowing you to lead the kiss. Your head spins as your lips move against his, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, leaning into him until the two of you are stumbling backwards.
Your lips only disconnect when you gasp for air, Sylus’ back pressed against the wall as he watches you fondly. “If I had known I was gonna get this reaction I would’ve told you I thought you were my soulmate sooner,” he teases, you squint your eyes at him, pouting slightly.
“Don't make fun of me, I was scared!” you press your forehead against his chest, eyes closing as you listen to his racing heart.
Sylus moves his hand to fix your hair, coming to rest on your cheek before snaking to your chin and gently lifting it so you face him.
“You don’t need to be scared to tell me anything, okay? our souls are made up of each other,” his gaze softens, your knees buckle.
“I love you,” you breathe out, pressing your lips to his once more.
“What about the ice cream?” he mumbles against your lips.
“Fuck the ice cream.”
Sylus doesn’t stop the rumble of laughter in his chest as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the bedroom.
CALEB !
“I wanna try this” you tilt your screen to Caleb, he watches the video for a moment before turning to look at you.
“You don’t like that kind of food,” he says casually, turning back to the tv as you furrow your brows at him.
“How would you know? I’ve never even tried it,” you huff, tapping the post and checking where the store was located.
“Pips, trust me you won't like it, you're gonna complain about the texture of it,” the cocky smile on his face made you frown, shaking your head.
“Look! They have a place here in Skyhaven, let's go try it!”
One bite was all it took, your face falling after the first bite, entire body freezing.
“Does it taste good?” Caleb smiles, taking a sip from the broth of the ramen he got, your favorite kind.
“Mhm, yummy” you cringe, forcing yourself to chew and swallow harshly. You’d be damned if Caleb was right for the nth time about you.
“Can I try it? You can have some of mine too,” he smiles, you immediately nod at the opportunity. Caleb switches your plates quickly, shaking his head as he watches you hum happily at the first spoonful of noodles. You know what he’s doing, thankful as he spares your pride while he finishes off your food.
It happens again when you show him a t- shirt online you wanna order, “it's a limited time drop! I need to get this,” you muse, staring at the ‘add to cart’ button.
“Baby you don't even like any of those color ways, you're never gonna wear it,” he reasons, pulling you into his lap and kissing the pout on your lips.
“Yes I will,” you bite back.
“Using it as a sleeping shirt doesn't count.”
You order the shirt anyway, wearing out on a date out of spite. It turns into a sleeping shirt after that.
It’s not one way though, with you picking up any supplies or necessities for his house in Skyhaven, he catches you putting them away.
“I knew I was forgetting to do something, I’m sorry baby,” he sighs, placing a kiss on your cheek, his colonel uniform still on as he melts into your touch.
“It’s okay, I knew you’d forget,” you tease, “I also got you new socks, throw away those ripped ones you have.” Caleb lights up at your words, a flurry of wet kisses landing on your face before you can push him away.
Life felt easy with Caleb, the two of you moving in sync around the house, knowing exactly what the other needed without having to say a word.
You hand him the seasonings he needs as he looks around your kitchen, you rearrange it before he comes over the next time, mirroring the kitchen in skyhaven, he doesnt struggle to find the salt anymore.
Caleb gives you half of his closet and drawers, filling it with clothes you'd left behind previously, organizing it and folding your clothing in the way he knows you like. He buys the detergent and softener you like, throwing his away after you complained that it smelled weird.
It’s not in any grand gestures he does, not in the grand bouquet of flowers he brings you when he’s been gone on a mission for weeks. It’s not when he’s pressing you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head and making you writhe and come undone beneath him.
No, the realization comes to you in bits and pieces.
It comes to you when he hands you a dandelion as the two of you stroll through the city, “make a wish,” he grins, watching as you close your eyes and blow. He does the same with his, “I wished for us to always be together.” You roll your eyes at him, corny, “they say if you say your wish out loud it never comes true,” you laugh as his face falls, frantically searching for another dandelion.
It’s when he helps you brush your teeth after a night out, wiping your makeup off gently and acting as your jester when you're upset. It’s when you're whispering sweet nothings to each other in bed, hushed giggles as if you're scared of getting caught up past your bedtime. It's when he comes to you with wet lashes, baring his heart to you and confessing his insecurities, leaning into your touch as you kiss away his worries, your words wrapping around his heart in a comforting embrace.
Maybe you've always known, but could never place a word to it. As you sit under the stars, head on his chest as you listen to his heartbeat and the rumble of his deep voice as he rattles off constellations to you.
“Do you believe in soulmates, Caleb?” You cut him off, he doesn't mind. You hear his heartbeat increase, both of you still stare at the stars above you.
“I do, do you pips?” His voice wavers slightly, gaze focusing on you, he watches as your lips twitch into a smile. You take a deep breath before sitting up and moving next to him.
“I think I didn't at first, I always thought it was silly,” you laugh, eyes catching a moving star, you turn to Caleb and continue. “But I don't think there’s any other way to describe what you are to me,” you shrug, “I love you too much for it to not bleed into our destiny.”
Caleb feels the world around him stop, his mouth falls open slightly at your words. You smile at him sweetly, like you didn’t just put poets to shame.
“You’re the reason I believe in soulmates” he finally says, “from the moment we met I knew I was destined to be yours, and you mine.”
Your face flushes at his words, a small squeak leaves you when he pulls you onto his lap, staring at you for a second before pressing his lips to yours. Caleb’s grip on you is tight, fingers digging into the plush of your waist.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles between kisses. You hum in return, gasping when his grip tightens.
“I love you, Caleb.” You smile against his lips, laughing when he bursts into a fit of bashful giggles.
Rafayel painting was nothing new. Except, for once, he was actually focused. Despite it being your weekend off.
So, you decided to try out the new Pokémon game that everyone's been hyping up online to pass some time.
And, maybe, just maybe, laying sprawled out on Rafayel's white couch, you get sucked in. It's fun. So much to do, but just enough that it's not completely overwhelming, and...
"Ugh, cutie... it's late. Aren't you going to cuddle me? What are you even playing that has you so invested anyways?" Rafayel huffs, standing over you with crossed arms.
You don't remember when the sun started to set.
"Oh... it's pokopia. It's like... a game where you can decorate your own islands and stuff. But with pokemon."
"Yeah? Sounds boring. I dunno why you're so invested in it while I'm right here."
Yet you huff, turn the console off. "You were busy! And besides, it looks boring but it's addicting to play. You should try it. You'd love the empty sandbox town-- can decorate it however you want..."
"Yeah yeah, whatever... if you want I can try it later with you, but id rather spend time with you right now. I've worked so hard on finishing my painting, afterall."
You concede. Let Rafayel cuddle you.
And... it's slips your mind.
About Rafayel playing. Because you get busy with things, and life's back to being hectic. Until your next day off. Where, you reach for the console. It isn't there. You realize you must've left it at Rafs--- but he's barely texted you the past couple of days. And now you're worried he's in a mood again.
So rushing there with snacks and pleas for forgiveness on your tongue, you open his unlocked front door and see--
Him. Console plugged in, eyes glued to the screen. And the blank free world of palate town? Completely full. He's actively building a house in a town that looks almost done.
"Raf--"
"Oh cutie! You finally showed up, come look at this--"
"Have... have you done anything else since I was gone?" You mumble.
He doesn't answer. You sit down next to him.
The town is... beautiful. Puts all your other towns to shame.
"...wow, you've... really made it look good."
"Of course. You said id love it, did you not?"
"Well yeah but... i wasn't expecting you to love it this much..."
"Well, it's mindless fun. I feel really inspired by this smeargle guy, yknow? He's a kindred spirit... and vaporeon follows me around everywhere. And I went to the other town, and-- and some guy called kyogre made it rain just for me. It's really nice having like minded creatures to be around. When my favorite one is gone. Of course."
"...well, im glad you're enjoying the game. But now it's time for you to enjoy my company." You huff.
Yet he cant help but shake his head. "Ah ah ah... say, isn't this giving you deja vu, cutie? When I asked for your company last time, you got all annoyed."
"Well, when you asked me, I gave you attention. So no, it doesnt--"
Yet he shakes his head. Sets the controller down and tugs you closer. "There. Is this what you wanted?"
"...Yeah, but i also did come back for the game and it's my turn id say..."
"Nope." He hums, grabbing the controller and pushing you to his chest before you can do anything. "I'm nowhere near done with my town. I still have so much to do..."
"Hey- that isn't fair! You've been hogging it all week--"
"Ah ah ah-- and who left it here for me?"
"Rafayel--"
And he can't help but smile. Because as fun as the game you loved is... he missed this with you.
Caleb loved doing everything and anything with you. Which was always a surprise. No matter what it was.
There was the obvious stuff, yes. Cooking, going out for errands, working out, building models. But there was stuff you'd assume he'd hate, too. Doctors visits, bars, work trips... places where people need you. Where people (guys) pay attention to you.
And you'd ask. If he hated it. If Caleb wanted to leave or go.
And everytime?
"Don't worry about me pips. I'm fine waiting. Just make sure you come back to me, yeah?"
You'd giggle. Call him dramatic because if anyone HES the one always going out of reach.
...However, you couldn't help but wonder. Was there NOTHING Caleb hated doing with you? Because youd hear the girls whine about men who did.
"Wouldn't buy me tampons."
"Finds cleaning boring."
"Ugh he hates waiting for me at the mall..."
And you... couldn't even picture Caleb doing that. Not now, not in his DAA days, not even in highschool when he'd grumble about having homework and how you should study.
So when you actually sit down and try and think of where Caleb would draw the line? You pull blanks. Everything you can think of is too extreme. Unless it was physically hurting you... you don't see him saying no to doing it. Or complaining.
Imagine your surprise when you... find it. It's mundane. Nothing extreme at all.
Infact, it was just you, him, some snacks and a movie in bed. Laptop set up, film running, and a grin on your face as you cuddle a pillow.
"Oh!! Oh!! Look at him!!! Goddddd he's such a nerd!" You giggle, eyes glued to the screen. To the brunette haired nerd in glasses.
"Uh huh... you sure you wanna watch this movie of all things, pips? It's boring."
"We're halfway done! It's just getting good!!"
"Are you sure? There was that other movie that looked more--" he falls silent when you shush him.
"Shut up Caleb!!"
Giggles fill the room minutes later.
The nerds just a side character. Yet, his brow starts to furrow when you sigh. Ask where the nerdy guy is.
"I'm right here, pips." He mutters.
"Huh? What about you?"
"If you want a nerdy guy, I'm right here. You want me to talk about code and stuff?"
You can't help but narrow your eyes, tilt your head. "...what are you on about?"
"I'm saying, if you just wanted to watch this for a nerdy guy... you already have one."
He shuts your laptop. "Ugh-- hey!! I was watching that--"
"Uh huh... well, we can do something more interesting together. I could tell you plane facts? Or beetle facts, or--" He holds the laptop out of your reach. You try to grab it, before pausing and dropping your arms.
"...Caleb, are you jealous over a movie?"
"Nnnnooo, I'm not, I'm just saying--"
"Are-- Caleb. Is my boyfriend, the guy who's chill about doing anything and everything with me, jealous of a guy who only exists for HALF of a 2 hour movie runtime??"
Suddenly, the ceiling seems interesting to him. Until you collapse on your bed with a fit of giggles. "Oh my god--- you-- you draw the line at fictional nerdy guys???"
"Hey, I dont--"
"I know plenty of nerds in real life, Caleb! My works full of them!"
"Yeah, well you don't spend an hour kicking your legs asking for them to come back on screen now, do you?" He huffs.
You don't even answer Caleb, as you're too busy giggling your head off. "He's fictional!!"
Caleb falls silent.
"...he's from a boring movie. I'll pick a better one next time."
"Mh... well, I'm reading fanfiction then. If the movie time is done. I gotta see how he--"
Before you know it, gravity is plucking your phone out of your hand and into Caleb's, as he walks out of the room with red ears, and the following laughter of someone who finally found where Caleb drew the line.
"You know, the only sleep schedule worse than mine is yours." Xavier murmurs.
You can't help but huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "At least I don't sleep all day."
"At least I sleep." He retorts. "Your eyes bags and the way you scavenge for snacks at night make you look like a raccoon."
"Hey I... I try." You mumble.
"Do you?" Xavier murmurs. "Because last I checked your phone stays on until at least 2am."
"I-- for your information I went to bed at 1 last night. Not everyone can sleep as easily as you, Xavier."
He's silent for a second. Thinking. "Well... if you can't sleep, at least put your phone away earlier."
"And then do what?"
"Read?"
"I read on my phone."
Xavier shakes his head, before stepping closer to grab your hand. "...Well, what if I read to you instead?"
"I'd still have to be on my phone to call you--"
He shakes his head with a huff. "Nice try. I'll just go down a floor to your apartment."
"...Your solution to me not being able to sleep is... sleeping with me?"
"...and? Whenever I sleep with you around, it's effective. What's the harm in trying?" Xavier asks, and when she doesn't give a response, he just smiles and shakes his head.
whenever you share a serving of fries with xavier, he never eats the smaller, crunchier ones. he passes them to you instead, and you take them, munching on them happily. you enjoy feeling the crunch when you bite down on them, and they're always more flavorful. you always wonder why he doesn't like them, but you never get around to asking. one night, when you order takeout for dinner, he gets himself some fries with his meal, and he offers to share with you, but you decline - you're not really feeling like fries that evening. you notice that he's not sectioning out his fries like he usually does - he just eats them all indiscriminately, including the small, crunchy ones.
"hey, i thought you didn't like the crunchy ones."
xavier blinks at you. "huh? i do. i like them a lot."
you frown. "then why do you pawn them off to me every time we share fries?"
he grins at you. "because i know you love them. and as much as i like them too, i like seeing you enjoy them more."
Contrary to popular belief I don’t believe Caleb dislikes all attention on MC. He weaponizes it. If you don’t agree with him he’ll do the worm in public and piss you off enough to agree just to shut him up. He does impressions in the grocery aisle that make you want to beat the shit out of him because Caleb you’re blocking the one thing I need Please stop I’ll do your 8am jog with you just Move and Shut the hell your mouth. The only way to get him to agree is to either give him the silent treatment (difficult when he’s halfway through some 2016 era emo song in an impressively operatic tone and you’re in a WalMart btw) or to join in and he’ll let you win out of sympathy .
thinking about how Caleb would always make you a late night plate. He knows you're supposed to keep it to just a 'light snack' before bed. And hell, he fed you a pretty filling dinner a few hours ago. But there's only a couple handfuls of things he hates more than sending you to bed hungry.
Especially after... more romantic nights in bed. His aftercare tends to be a plate being settled on your lap. Consisting of some cut up fruit, a carb (english muffin, bagel, toast, one of those frozen waffles you like...) And something else. Like cheese, or yogurt, or a sweet treat. Alongside some water.
He sets the plate on your lap. Watches you half sit up to eat it.
"Mh... thank you, Caleb." You lean against his shoulder. Eat an apple slice.
"Course, pips." His hands rubbing your shoulder. You offer him an apple slice. He shakes his head. Half of it slips into your mouth, before he's murmuring how he changed his mind, lips meeting yours as he bites the other half off.
"You..." you mumble as you chew, before you swallow. "Just eat a slice normally. You're so stupid.." Yet your cheeks are pink. Despite the fact he's done way more than just a 'kiss' tonight.
He hums. Rests his head against the head board. "I know, I know..." Yet his smiles wide as you munch on another piece of the plate.
You eat about half the plate, before your head starts to get heavy against his shoulder. Eyes drooping, fingers loosening on the apple slice and cheese cube you were grabbing.
Caleb's eyes soften. Full of nothing but affection as he cleans your sticky fingers and moves the plate off your lap to finish eating what you didn't.
