Hi! In this post you can find my fanfiction, reactions and drabbles on different fandoms. English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the texts. If you find any mistake, write to me so that I can fix it. Thanks!
type:
🌸 — fluff
🍂 — angst
🕸 — dark/horror
⚡️ love and deepspace masterlist
the chronicles of narnia
♡ [Morning with Peter Pevensie] - 🌸
♡ [When you come back] part 1, part 2, part 3 (Peter Pevensie) - 🍂
♡ Autumn evening with Peter Pevensie | modern!au - 🌸
♡ Kissing with Pevensie (Peter and Edmund) + Caspian - 🌸
♡ [Caspian's Sibling] Peter Pevensie - 🌸
♡ William Moseley (Peter Pevensie) with reader - 🌸
♡ Jealousy with Pevensie (Peter and Edmund) + Caspian - 🌸
♡ A secret rendezvous in a blooming garden [Peter Pevensie] - 🌸
♡ Kiss me [Peter Pevensie] - 🌸
♡ A gift [Edmund Pevensie] - 🌸
♡ Grumpy cat [Edmund Pevensie] - 🌸
♡ I will always find you [Edmund Pevensie] - 🌸
♡ Just cold [Skandar Keynes] - 🌸
♡ The Nymph [Caspian] - 🌸
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I'm writing about The chronicles of Narnia, LOTR and The Hobbit, Naruto. You can suggest your idea and I'll write a short story. If I can't write anything, I'll let you know right away. In other cases, just wait :) thank you!
pairing: Zayne/Sylus/Xavier/Rafayel/Caleb x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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Zayne
He doesn't often take the initiative in skinship. He's not as tactile as you are, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hugging you. It's just that Zayne shows his love for you through caring, like always reminding you to drink more water or buying you your favorite ice cream when you're sad. His love is quiet but all-consuming.
There are days when Zayne gets surprisingly clingy. Then you realize that he misses you so much. Most of the time, these days come after a long separation, when Zayne is constantly busy at work and you're on missions. Then he constantly holds your hand, hugs and kisses the top of your head. You know that when he behaves like that, you should come home as soon as possible.
You don't even have time to change your clothes before you're pinned against the wall. Zayne's gaze is full of tenderness and desire, but you feel that the man is still holding himself back. His cold hands come down to yours, and he interlaces your fingers. This is followed by a light kiss on the cheek and a quiet: "I missed you." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss that soon turns into a passionate one. Zayne's arms hold you tightly next to him, not letting you pull away for a second. He'll kiss your neck, stroke your hips, but he won't go any further until he hears you asking for more.
Sylus
Unfortunately, due to the distance between you, you don't see each other that often. You both work a lot, but you talk to each other a lot. And the phone conversation lasts until you fall asleep. But this is so little for you.
Therefore, when Sylus feels that he misses you madly, he cancels all his business and goes to your place in Linkon. And as soon as he sees you in your pajamas, with disheveled hair and sauce on your cheek, his heart is pounding like crazy. He can barely restrain himself from throwing himself at you with hugs. Sylus grins and touches your cheek with his finger, wiping off the sauce. You're a little surprised by his unexpected visit, but you're really happy.
"I've missed you."
Sylus's voice is tired, but full of tenderness. The man closes the door behind him and pulls you into his arms. He would spend forever with you like that, just hugging you and kissing the top of your head. He's next to you, constantly touching you, but still not enough to satisfy your hunger for each other. No, Sylus doesn't want to rush things, he'll leave the sweets for dessert.
Rafael
This man is always clingy. He likes to be with you all the time. Even on those days when he's busy or out of town, he writes to you about how much he missed you. But when he returns, he becomes simply unbearable. He needs your attention, like it's the air he breathes. And he gets more irritable and moody than usual.
You come to Rafael's studio to meet him after his long trip. The man is lying on the couch, pouting, and not even looking in your direction.
"Did you take so long to come here on purpose? I've missed you so much, and you're not even in a hurry," Rafael muttered.
You have no choice but to throw yourself into a man's arms and leave thousands of kisses on his face, hoping that you will earn his forgiveness. Rafael's cheeks turn red and his breathing quickens as you lower yourself against his chest. He watches carefully as you kiss lower and lower until you reach the belt of his trousers. You love to pamper Rafael with your attention, but he never remains in debt.
Caleb
Caleb always misses you. Even when you break up for just a few seconds, he's already miss you. If he had somehow endured separation from you before (even though it was already hard), now that you've started dating, Caleb feels that he can't bear to leave you.
He calls you every day and more than once when he's in Skyhaven. But when you finally get together, Caleb feels so happy. He doesn't let go of your hand when you walk, he buys you everything you want and even what you might want. Are you queuing for the attraction? Caleb hugs you. Are you eating ice cream? Caleb is stroking your hair. Have you returned home? He hugs you from behind and puts his head on top of your head. And all this with a happy smile from ear to ear.
Of course, he loves the moments of intimacy with you. But most of all, he likes to talk before going to bed. To see your sleepy face, to hold your hand while you talk about your impressions of the day. Even when you fall asleep, Caleb won't stop looking at you. He gently runs his hand over your cheek, trying not to wake you up.
"I miss you already."
Xavier
When you break up for a long time, Xavier becomes irritable. He's usually very calm and quiet, but when he misses you, he gets mad at others, he's often in a bad mood, and he gets very jealous of your attention.
After returning from the mission, you go to Charlie's to buy yourself and Xavier some delicious buns. But when Xavier sees you and notices the bakery bags in your hands, his smile disappears and displeasure sparkles in his eyes. He takes the bags from you and puts them on the table. His arms immediately wrap around your waist.
"I've missed you so much. You should have told me to go to the bakery myself," Xavier's voice was low, but with a slight note of annoyance.
The man is so happy to see you, but he would like to be the first person you see after the mission, but definitely not someone who flirts with you so openly! You're laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Xavier, without wasting a minute, bites into your lips with a passionate kiss, into which he puts all his love and all that disappointment from separation from you. He kisses your jaw, moving down to your neck. Xavier leaves a hickey on delicate skin. It's possible that the next time you go on a mission, he will definitely leave as many hickeys on your skin as possible.
pairing: Zayne/Sylus/Xavier/Rafayel/Caleb x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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Zayne — a big spoon
I would say that he prefers to stick to tradition, so he would hug you with a big spoon. He likes the way you bury yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He also likes to talk to you about something mundane at such moments. Just to discuss how the day went, what was for lunch and plans for the weekend.
Zayne is a real husband, so the moment of hugging him would feel so homely. You would slowly sink into sleep when he would gently run his hand through your hair and leave kisses on the top of your head. And when you fall asleep, Zayne would carefully get up to turn off the bedside lamp. He would have looked at your peaceful face once more, covered you with a blanket and kissed you gently on the forehead.
"Good night, darling."
Sylus — a big spoon
After sex, this man loves to cuddle. He especially likes the position when he's lying on his back and you're lying on top of him. He gently strokes your back while you go limp in his arms. This moment would be no less intimate than the sex itself.
He likes to feel your touch, your light kisses on his chest. He feels infinitely loved, and he is ready to return this love to you in even greater quantities. He runs his palms over your thighs, ass, back, making you get goosebumps. You seem so fragile to him, so he's willing to do anything to protect you. You lift yourself up to look into his scarlet eyes, and then kiss him on the lips.
"The dragon is always ready to protect his princess."
Rafayel — a little spoon
He definitely loves being in your arms. He likes it when you pamper him with your attention and he will do anything for it. He's quite clingy, so get ready to hold him in your arms for hours. He's ready to purr when you run your hand through his hair, or braid his hair, or stroke his shoulders.
It doesn't matter what position you're hugging in. You can sit on the couch with Rafayel, who has his head on your hips. You can relax in bed and play on your phone while Rafayel demands your attention, lying on your chest. No matter where or how, Rafayel is always ready to dive into your arms.
"Don't let me go, sweetheart."
Xavier — a little spoon
He likes to hug you and give you a lot of love. But also he loves it when you pamper him with your attention. You can sit on his lap, gently stroking his head. Even though he likes to fall asleep in your arms, he would always hold you tightly, as if afraid that you would slip away from him while he sleeps.
But not always when he's basking in your arms, his thoughts are innocent. In most cases, such hugs grow into something more. First, he leaves kisses on your shoulders, gently descending to your chest. He doesn't forget about the neck either. When the kisses become more and more needy, and the first moan leaves your lips, Xavier smiles predatorily. He pulls off your pajama shorts and lowers himself down.
"I will always need you."
Caleb — both
In the memory where Caleb gets sick, infold shows him to us as a big spoon. I think he really likes this pose. He feels like your protector, which flatters his ego. He likes to hold you tightly in his arms and smell your sweet scent. It gives him a sense of calm.
But I also think that he would really like to be a little spoon (he wouldn't tell you this directly, but his actions would be obvious). The first time he laid on your chest and wrapped his arms around your waist, he was worried about crushing you. That's why he asked you every few minutes: "Am I too heavy?" or "Are you comfortable?". You would run your fingers through his hair and massage his head. You could play with his hair or just poke his cheeks with your finger, making him laugh. The feeling of your care for him, your tenderness, would turn his head.
hey hey!! i was wondering if you could do headcanons for Caspian from Narnia, with a partner who is a powerful figure and can control the elements? (like water, fire, plants, wind)
Sorry for delaying the story so much! I hope this headcanon is what you wanted and you will like it ❤️
The Nymph [Caspian]
pairing: Caspian x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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The first meeting
Caspian always knew that the Narnian forests were full of secrets. It was there that he learned about the Narnians, magic, and the ancient kings and queens of Narnia. He loved going there after Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy returned to their world. He found his peace among the trees and fast streams.
On one of these walks, he met you by chance.
Hiding between the trees, he watched you sitting in a glade full of the most amazing flowers. As soon as you got up and headed further into the forest, white flowers bloomed under your feet.
Needless to say, Caspian fell in love with you at the same moment?
He tried to meet you the next day, but he couldn't find you.
Time after time, he returned to the Narnian forests, but nowhere else did he see those beautiful white flowers. He just heard the creaking of trees and the rustle of leaves.
But your image was constantly in front of his eyes.
He was wondering if you were a person, where you were from, if you could give him a chance to get to know you better.
When he was supposed to leave for Telmar, he returned to the forest again.
That day, the trees seemed "more talkative" than usual.
"Why are you following me, King Caspian?" a voice said from behind a man.
That was your first meeting.
The first declaration of love and the first kiss
Even if he couldn't be with you all the time, you often received letters from him. There was a charm to it.
Every day you received his letters, where he described his day, talked about himself and was interested in how you live. You sent him the answers and the dried flowers that you grew especially for him.
You got to know each other slowly, but you built a strong bond that eventually turned into love.
At some point, Caspian returned to Narnia to meet you and confess his feelings.
You knew he was here right away. The trees and other plants happily informed you of his arrival.
When he walked towards you, there was a gentle smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of happiness and love. And you couldn't help but smile back at him.
He touched your cheek with his palm and came closer, barely touching your nose with his own. He was waiting for your answer.
And you answered. Lightly touching his lips.
Caspian kissed you so gently and carefully, as if he was afraid that he would break you in his arms.
"You must have bewitched me?" Caspian said, finally pulling away from your lips.
You put your arms around his neck and smiled into his shoulder.
Dating with Caspian
Caspian would do everything possible to make you feel the most loved.
He would memorize everything you love so that he could treat you to your favorite dishes or show you your favorite flowers in the palace garden.
He would have woken up before you and watched you sleeping peacefully. And how his heart would beat wildly if you snuggled up to him and hugged him in a dream.
He would be jealous of the princes from other countries who had heard about the nymph who stole King Caspian's heart.
You'd be jealous of the other ladies of the court, too.
But at the same time, you would be confident in each other and trust each other.
You would often walk around the palace garden. Caspian would understand how much you miss the Narnian forests, so he would try to make sure that a piece of your home was here.
Kissing in the garden, in the library, around the corner, while no one is watching. Caspian would love to kiss you.
It would be both gentle kisses and playful ones that made you giggle.
Caspian would love to see you use magic. How beautiful flowers bloomed in your hands or how you used magic to punish those visitors to the garden who are so disrespectful to nature.
(in the latter case, he would have tried to stop you, but secretly considered you too hot at such moments)
Ahem, would you use magic in bed, ahem
In any case, a relationship with Caspian would be full of tenderness, adoration and love!
One time you did something for William (Peter's actor) and, as someone who's always been more of a edmund/skandar girlie (and hardly had content of him since he became a politician🥲) can I make a request for skandar? I got the ideas of this pin https://pin.it/JNBPJzPx6 and this edit https://www.instagram.com/p/CSR7rekCvoC/?igsh=MXMwb3k3NXQ4Nm1kcw==
So, maybe something where skandar is at some meeting/reunion like in the edit and he's counting his time to finish it because he had arranged to meet you (his girlfriend) somewhere for a date after his work. I don't know if that sounds vague, it's just the thought of him doing everything to please his sweet girl and spending sometime with her even if he's a bit tired just makes me go all happy inside... (Oh, and can reader be referenced as having a relatively big age gap to skandar if possible? I'm not underage anymore but definitely a couple of years behind him and for some reason it always made my silly crush on him even funnier to me)
hi! I'm so sorry I delayed the story :c there was a lot of work and no time for Tumblr at all. I hope you enjoy the story! There is no direct indication of age between the characters in the story, so you can assume your own age gap :)
Also, I think this story can be considered as a modern!au with Edmund.
Just cold [Skandar Keynes x reader]
pairing: Skandar Keynes x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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The restaurant was unusually lively. People were having fun and talking loudly, there was a clink of dishes and light music. The Skandar was sitting with his friends, whom he had not seen for so long because of his work. Despite the fact that he was joking and actively supporting the conversation, his thoughts were far beyond this table, the restaurant, and even the neighborhood. The man kept fidgeting in his chair and glancing at his phone. He was thinking about you, that you're lying in bed with a fever right now. And about how you go to the kitchen with the last of your strength to pour yourself a glass of water. The Skandar felt guilty about you, even though you insisted that he meet with friends, because, according to you, you have "only a mild cold."
It's only been an hour and a half since the meeting started. The friends hadn't even had time to talk enough, as Skanadar got up from the table.
"I'm sorry it's so early, but I have to go," he smiled apologetically.
His friends exchanged sly glances. Of course, they noticed his nervousness, so they did not detain their friend. And the Skandar rushed to you. He moved as if on automatic, along familiar streets and shops. He didn't notice the crowds of people and the surroundings. He was able to exhale and relax only when he was at your apartment door.
He found you on the couch in the living room. You were lying quietly under a blanket and watching TV. When you noticed the Skandar, you were surprised and worried. "Why is he so early? Did he get sick too?" you thought.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" the man asked, sitting next to you and touching your forehead with his palm.
"Oh, did you call?" you laughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I left my phone in the other room, so I didn't hear it."
The Skandar sighed heavily. If you weren't sick right now, he would have scolded you. But your innocent puppy-dog look and pink cheeks touched him, so the man pulled you into his arms. He lay down on the couch, laying you on his chest.
"Next time, always take your phone. I was so worried about you," the Skandar said, gently stroking your back.
"It's just a common cold! You're worried about nonsense!"
You smiled and nuzzled his neck, inhaling such a familiar and beloved scent. The Skandar's hands were gently touching your skin. You felt a man kiss the top of your head from time to time. You just lay there with him all evening, watching movies. It was so peaceful and comfortable in his arms. Although the Skandar is sometimes overly dramatic, it was really nice for you to feel his care.
Sylus bent down to your neck and smiled, feeling you tremble with impatience. His hands were on your chest, and he was perfectly aware of the rapid beating of your heart. Just like you felt his heat on your back. The blush on your cheeks and your eyes, clouded by a haze of desire, caused a man to have a storm of emotions. He wanted you. He longed for you with all my body and soul. He couldn't imagine a single day when he wouldn't be able to hold your hand, feel your warmth, and smell your sweet scent.
His scarlet eyes glared at you, making you even more embarrassed. His gaze was filled with such endless love and care that it made your head spin. It was reflected in his every move: he showered you with thousands of kisses, his hands gently stroked your hips, breasts. It seemed like he was trying to completely envelop you. Like the dragon of his little kitten.
His hand went higher up your waist, gently touched your neck. Taking you by the chin, Sylus turned your face right to the window where you were standing. You looked at your reflection.
"Look carefully, kitten," Sylus's low and hoarse voice sounded in your ear. He traced the line of your jaw with his thumb. "I want you to finally see how beautiful you are."
You took a shaky breath, continuing to stare at the reflection. Sylus looked at you with eyes full of tenderness, holding you in his arms. He intertwined his fingers with yours. And you were looking at yourself. Hoping to see in the reflection what Sylus was talking about. But for some reason, it was so hard to see it, especially when your eyes were filled with tears. It's okay, Sylus won't give up so easily.
an: a few short stories about how guys don't want to let you out of their arms. But their thoughts are not always innocent
Masterlist | Xavier Zayne Rafayel Sylus
Caleb always loved touching you. He liked to feel your presence, because at such moments he felt that he was not alone and that he was loved. It seemed to him that he was alive only when you were with him.
It was a boring afternoon, when all the morning chores were already done, and there were no other plans. Caleb came back from the store when he saw you sleeping on the couch. After sorting out the groceries he brought, he headed towards you. At first, he wanted to make fun of you somehow, but your peaceful face caused him to be touched. You were so charming and defenseless in front of him. The thought brought a slight blush to Caleb's cheeks.
It's possible that you had a pleasant dream. Could it be about him? Caleb touched your cheek with his hand and gently stroked it with his thumb. His gaze fell on your lips, which were still glistening from the apple balm. He couldn't help himself. Would you blame him for that? After all those years of holding himself back, he no longer had the strength to resist his feelings. He approached you and kissed you softly. Apple balm was imprinted on his lips.
"Are you back yet?" you asked sleepily. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Caleb's grin.
"Yes, I'll start cooking lunch soon. But before that..." Caleb loomed over you, leaning with one hand on the back of the couch. That playful gleam in his eyes didn't bode well for anything innocent.
Licking his lips, Caleb leaned in close to you. His breath tickled your skin.
"You're not playing fair, honey," he whispered in your ear.
"Why? "
"You know that balm on your lips is driving me crazy."
"It's not the balm that's driving you crazy, it's me," you laughed. You raised your arms and wrapped them around Caleb's neck.
"Yeah, you're right," Caleb smirked.
He kissed you on the lips. Fast and passionate. You squeaked in surprise, but then you kissed him back. Caleb's hands moved to your waist and then down to your hips. Caleb wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed his pelvis against you. He held you in his arms so tightly that you could feel his heart beating fast. And he loved that feeling of being with you. It's like you're one. He could feel your breathing, the way you arched under him. And it was driving him crazy. Yes, you were right. You were driving him crazy, and it didn't matter if you put on lip balm or not.
It's possible that lunch will have to wait, because until Caleb gets enough of you, he definitely won't let you go from his arms.
Hello, how are you? I I finished my Peter phase and just started my Edmund phase after I rewatched the first movie yesterday🫠, so can I make my first request for him? So this is based on that famous quote "Edmund was a graver and quieter man than peter, and was great in judgment and council" so slighty cold/serious/scary king edmund (that by the end of the day is just edmund bringing his old-edmund temper when the matters is to protect his girl). So in this reader and edmund go visit another castle and while edmund resolves council matters with other people, reader just tries to explore Castle garden. But then it starts to rain real bad and reader ends up locked outside because they closed the castle gates and forgot she was there. So after literally catching a cold and being found soaking outside after an hour, edmund carries her back to the castle in his arms and starts to heavily scold (even threaten) the guards that weren't on their places and didn't hear his wife, all of this while he's carrying sick reader like his little treasure.
Thanks for request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it 💗
I will always find you [Edmund Pevensie]
pairing: Edmund Pevensie x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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You sighed wearily when you and Edmund, accompanied by several knights of Narnia, finally reached Anvard. You are here to sign a contract with the King of Archenland for the purchase of wines. Despite the fact that your countries have already been in close cooperation, some agreements required revision.
King Cor has always been glad to see you in his castle, so when you arrived, you were greeted by the subjects of Archenland with cheers and music. There was a festive atmosphere all around. Street vendors sold sweets and drinks. The scent of flowers and fresh bread filled the air. Even though you were tired after a long journey, you were immersed in the general fun.
King Cor was waiting for you in the garden, which was located near the castle, to immediately show you the royal vineyards and invite you to a tasting. It was a hot day today, so when you entered the garden, you immediately hid under the shade of the fruit trees.
Edmund looked quite calm and restrained, while you looked around with interest. You asked your husband about something, but he answered in monosyllables and didn't seem interested in what you were saying. Some of the servants were whispering, talking about how cold King Edmund was towards you. There were even rumors that he didn't love you. But you and Edmund knew perfectly well that this was not the case. Edmund didn't like to show his feelings in public, so he always kept you at a distance. But as soon as you were alone, this man enveloped you in his love. He could hold you for hours and listen to you talk about something insignificant. He could leave thousands of kisses on your skin. His love for you was quiet but all-consuming.
"Greetings, dear friends!" young King Cor smiled when you approached him.
After greeting each other, you went further into the garden. The royal gardener accompanied you to the vineyards. He described to you with great passion every grape variety that was grown here. Edmund listened with interest and sometimes talked with his adviser.
"Please excuse me, King Cor. I'd like to step into the shadows," you said wearily. Your head was spinning from the scorching sun. Edmund looked at you anxiously, but you reassured him with a slight smile.
"All right," said Cor. Turning to the servants, he continued, "Escort the Queen. You are responsible for her safety. "
The servants bowed to the king and took you to the exit of the garden, where there were the most branching trees. You sat down on a wooden bench that stood near the pond. It was quite fresh here, so you felt a little better. A few minutes later, someone called the servants to help in the kitchen.
"You can go now," you said with a slight smile. "I'll be here for a while."
The servants bowed to you and left.
King Cor's garden was truly magnificent. There were fruit trees and flowers that filled the space with sweet scents. The aristocrats of Archenland and the king liked to relax in this place, so there were benches, fountains and ponds here. You were so impressed by these views that you quietly went deeper into the garden. You realized that you were lost only when the weather began to change abruptly. The sun disappeared behind black clouds, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of an approaching thunderstorm. You tried to get out of the garden along the paths, but they seemed to take you even further away from the exit.
The rain fell on Archenland in a thick wall. The thunder was so loud that you felt like the earth was shaking. The scorching heat left only memories. You were practically groping your way, trying to hide under the low trees. After almost an hour of wandering, you sat down on the ground and hugged your knees to get at least a little warm. The rain didn't even think to stop. At that moment, you felt so abandoned. It seemed that no one thought to look for you, and in this weather they are unlikely to leave the castle.
Suddenly, in the distance, you saw a bright light. At first, he hung motionless in the air, and then he began to flash through the foliage, growing larger.
"King Edmund, we've found her!" The voice of one of King Cor's guards was heard.
You tried to see through the thick rain, but before you could look closely, Edmund grabbed you and lifted you in his arms. He held you tightly, giving you a sense of security. You involuntarily snuggled up to his hot body to get at least a little warm. He found you. You smiled as you slowly drifted off to sleep.
You have already woken up in the chambers that King Cor has allocated for you. Edmund was sitting next to you, gently stroking your palm with his thumb. When he noticed that you were awake, he sat down a little closer to you.
"I was so worried about you," Edmund said, almost in a whisper. He looked guilty.
"I'm fine. I shouldn't have gone far alone," you said hoarsely.
"I had to alarm the whole castle to find you. It's possible that I was even a little rude to the servants who left you alone. But how could I have done otherwise? Knowing that you were out there alone in the rain, " Edmund leaned over and placed a light kiss on your lips. "No matter what happens, I will always find you. "
an: a few short stories about how guys don't want to let you out of their arms. But their thoughts are not always innocent
Masterlist | Xavier Zayne Rafayel
It was surprisingly quiet at home when you got home from work. You called out to Sylus, but there was no response. Deciding that you'd look for your boyfriend later, you took off your outerwear and headed to the bathroom. All your muscles ached from the strain. Every sudden movement caused pain. The only thing that could help you now was a hot shower and a good night's sleep. You sighed wearily as the hot drops of water touched your body. It was hard to even think about anything. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door open.
"Sylus, I'm in the shower," you said, thinking that the man just hadn't noticed that you'd already returned from work.
The door to the shower stall opened, and you felt Sylus's naked torso against your back. You grumbled in displeasure, but you had neither the strength nor the desire to push him away.
"I thought it was a suggestion," Sylus said with a grin. His arms gently wrapped around your waist, and his lips pressed against your neck. As always, he was very gentle and caring towards you. And he always knew what you needed.
The feeling of being close to him and the heat of his body relaxed you a little. Sylus pulled back a little and raised his palms to your shoulders.
"How was your day?" Sylus asked, massaging your shoulders. It wasn't a question that required a mandatory answer, but a man could guess the extent of your fatigue from it.
"It was hard. I had to fight a bunch of wanderers," you said, closing your eyes. Sylus' every move was aimed precisely at those points that were most tense. You've always been surprised at how accurate and attentive this man can be. A feeling of pleasant relaxation spread throughout your body.
Despite the fact that Sylus always passionately showed his feelings for you, your comfort was more important to him. No matter how much he wanted to bite into your lips with a kiss or leave bites on your neck right there in the shower, he restrained himself. He looked at you and couldn't get enough. But still, he couldn't resist the light kisses on your shoulders that tickled your skin pleasantly.
When you came out of the bathroom, you immediately fell on the bed, sighing noisily and closing your eyes. The massage helped you to stretch tense muscles and clear your mind after a hard day. It remains only to sink into sleep. Sylus's soft footsteps sounded nearby. He walked over to the table, where there was a vinyl record player, and next to it were several envelopes with records. Without thinking twice, the man took the one that you always liked and turned on the record player. A gentle, almost soporific melody filled the room.
You felt a light touch on your thigh, almost tickling. When you opened your eyes, you saw Sylus looming over you. His cunning eyes were slightly narrowed, and his lips were curved into a smirk. His hand stroked your thigh, rising higher and higher.
"Have you missed me so much?"
"Definitely, kitten. I don't want to let you out of my arms tonight," Sylus said, slowly lowering himself to your face.
You grinned, wrapping your arms around the man's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Your hands gripped his back, preventing him from pulling away from you. He was always what you wanted the most. Even more sleep after a grueling day at work. At first, Sylus was gentle, careful, but after his kisses became more passionate, more greedy, more chaotic. He took off your pajamas, continuing to leave kisses on your neck, collarbone and chest. His hot breath scorched your skin. You tilted your head back to allow Sylus to leave a light bite on your neck.
"Let me help you relax," the man said, pulling away from you. He brought your hand to his lips. His eyes, needy and full of tenderness, fixed on you. And no matter what you tell him, he'll do anything.
summary: Dark spirits have always been a common occurrence for elves and humans. They hid in forests and caves and attacked lost travelers at night. They have never been a threat to the kingdoms. Until a letter came from one of the elven villages asking for help. The villagers suddenly began to die from an unknown disease, but after death they were reborn into monsters and attacked everyone who got in their way. Gradually, the disease spread throughout the Western Lands of the kingdom. The elf King Jormir decided to form an alliance with King William of Firnhold and request military support. King William sends young Captain Caleb and his squad to Lunariel to help contain the monsters. He will have to figure out what is the source of the disease and whether it is possible to stop the epidemic. And will he be able to cope with the conflicting feelings for the woman-elf he must protect?
an: That's the second part. It turned out to be bigger than the first one. I'm a little worried about posting this. I would appreciate any feedback ~
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It was early in the morning when Caleb approached the palace garden. Here he must wait for the healer, with whom he will go to the Western Lands. Knowing how unpunctual elves are, the man expected that the elf would not appear soon. He was completely lost in thought, thinking over his next actions after they arrived at one of the villages.
The morning air was still fresh and humid. The rays of the rising sun sparkled in every dewdrop that covered the garden. A light mist enveloped the whole of Lunariel. Even a warrior as battle-hardened as Caleb couldn't help but admire the beauty of the morning elf city.
Suddenly, Caleb felt a light touch on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His heart skipped a beat for a second when he saw you. You were standing in front of him in light trousers and a tunic on which floral patterns were embroidered with golden threads. Your hair was down, and you had a silver diadem on your head. A soft smile spread across the charming face.
He had never felt anything like this in his entire life. It even seemed to him for a moment that all this was insidious elven magic, that it was impossible to experience such strong feelings in the first seconds of acquaintance. But Caleb felt it. He felt like there was some kind of connection between two of you. Strong, burning, destructive. If he could, he would stop time to stay in this moment with you for as long as possible. You were close enough to him. So much so that he could smell the floral scent of your perfume.
— Are you Captain Caleb? — You asked.
— Yes, it's me. You must be the healer I'm supposed to accompany? — Caleb tried to answer calmly, although it was difficult to calm the excitement that caused your appearance.
You nodded.
— I think we can go now, — you said, heading out of the garden. Caleb followed you. His heart was still racing and his thoughts were confused. How could you have bewitched him like that? He had heard before that women-elf were beautiful, but he did not expect that he himself could fall under the spell. In the end, he decided that his main goal now is to protect you as a healer. The feelings he felt were just a temporary weakness that would disappear soon. Especially since you were an elf.
You walked through the narrow streets of the city right to the main gate. Ornate streetlights illuminated the cobblestone road brightly. The silence around was broken only by birdsong. You and Caleb haven't said a word the whole time. He was completely lost in his own thoughts, not even noticing your agitation.
Caleb's warriors were already waiting for you at the big white stone gate. They bowed to you and greeted the captain.
— There is your horse, — Caleb said. He checked to make sure the saddle was properly tightened, and then extended his hand to help you saddle the horse.
— Thank you, Captain. I can handle it on my own, — you smiled at the man and walked past him. With a quick movement, you saddle a horse.
You took one last look at Lunariel's palace, which was illuminated by the rising sun. The tall and sharp peaks of the watchtowers could be seen through the morning mist. The white walls of the palace turned golden, which was pleasantly combined with the blue domes. Who knows when you'll be able to see Lunariel next time.
The journey to the western villages took several days. Caleb decided to take his time, because he understood that such a campaign would be much harder for you than for him or his soldiers. He was very courteous and caring to you along the way. Sometimes he was even too caring, so you had to remind him that you were not just a woman, but a healer who was being trained for military campaigns. Caleb just grinned, arguing that the king had ordered him to keep a close eye on you and protect you. That's what he's doing.
What was amazing was that the two of you found a common language so quickly, as if you had known each other for many years. It's possible that this was due to the fact that you both had a light nature. But despite this, it seemed that Caleb was still keeping his distance between you. One moment you're having a nice conversation about the past, and the next Caleb suddenly withdraws into himself and remains silent. This change in mood bothered you a little, but you decided that he just needed more time to get used to you.
— To be honest, I've never been so friendly with any elf, — Caleb began the conversation during one of the stops. The men were gathering branches around them to light a fire and cook food. You were sitting by a tree and picking through the herbs. Caleb sat next to you, watching your actions. There was something about you that attracted others and made them trust you. Caleb was no exception. He felt calm around you, like he was at home with his family and friends. And he wanted to know everything about you: what you're into, what you love, what you hate, how you spend your free time. His curiosity completely got the better of him when he was around you.
— There have always been a lot of misunderstandings between humans and elves. To be honest, I haven't talked to people that much, — you said.
— Why?
— My father forbade me. Even during the royal receptions, when King William came to visit us, I couldn't talk to people for more than five minutes, — there was a note of irritation in your voice.
— Wait, is your father King Jormir? — Caleb asked, surprised.
You nodded. Were you really the daughter of the one Caleb despised the most in the elf kingdom? Should he hate you now? Or should be more wary of you? But he just couldn't. He looked into those charming eyes and felt only an incredible attraction. You're definitely an elven witch who just took the captain's heart.
— Why don't you like elves? — You asked. Your question snapped Caleb out of his thoughts and caught him off guard. He didn't want to tell you about it, not now and not under these circumstances.
— I'll tell you about it later, if you want to hear it. It's not such a funny story, — Caleb said. Not wanting to continue this conversation, the man got up, bowed to you and left to check on his soldiers.
When you reached the first village that was affected by the spell, you were horrified to discover that things were going worse than you expected. Half of the houses were burned down, and piles of charred bodies lay in the streets. The voices of the elves could not be heard, even the singing of birds had stopped here. The village head greeted you and took you to a small white stone building. The massive wooden gate opened after the village head knocked a certain number of times. The lamps illuminated the sparse interior. Several wooden tables and benches stood in the center of the large hall. The elves who were still alive were sitting there and minding their own business. Some of them turned around when you entered.
— These are the survivors, — the head said quietly. His voice sounded tired, as if he hadn't slept in days.
— Did everyone else get sick? — Caleb asked. With a gesture, he ordered his soldiers to stay outside and be on their guard.
— Some residents were infected with the disease, and some were simply killed by monsters. We decided to burn the bodies to stop the spread of this dark magic. There have been no more such cases, but the villagers are still too scared to return to their homes, — the elf turned around and looked at his fellow villagers. Although they looked busy, it was clear from their looks that they still couldn't get over the horror they had to go through.
— Did you burn everyone who got sick?
The elf nodded at your question. You thought for a moment, but then you turned to Caleb.
— I want to examine the bodies. Maybe I'll be able to see something.
You left the room, Caleb and the elf followed you. A disgusting smell filled the streets of the small village. Destroyed houses and furniture scattered everywhere made you feel helpless. Your heart ached every time you passed by the places where entire families were killed a few days ago. Caleb was tense. He watched every movement and listened carefully to every sound. He was ready to fend off a sudden blow.
You approached one of the bodies that were stacked near the houses. They were no longer people, they were monsters. Their faces were frozen in agony, and their pale eyes seemed to reflect the anger and fear that filled these streets at that moment. The black blood dripped and soaked into the ground. You've never experienced anything like this. The dark magic that the elves fought against several millennia ago, when you were just a child, was not like the one that struck these poor inhabitants. When you were just training to be a healer, you had to heal warriors attacked by dark spirits, but at that time, dark magic corroded only certain parts of the body and the disease could develop for several years. But here…
— What happened to their rings? — Caleb asked, raising the arm of one of the monsters with his sword. There was a silver ring on his finger, which was covered with some greenish spots. You carefully took it off and took a closer look. Each elf had his own silver ring, which absorbed the aura of its owner. If the ring was getting dark, it meant that the elf was about to die. It always darkened gradually, but this ring was covered with spots. It was as if it was infected like its owner. Everyone who faced the disease had a similar situation with rings.
— They shouldn't get so dark. I can assume that it's all because of the dark magic that entered their bodies and distorted their aura, — you replied to Caleb. You put the ring in a small canvas bag. — I'd like to examine the bodies of the victims. After that, we will go to other villages.
The bodies of the elves killed by these monsters were not affected by the disease, but it was clear what a nightmare they faced before death. His neck and arms were covered with bites and lacerations. They must have tried to pull the attackers away from them, but to no avail.
You called Caleb over to you and said quietly, so that the head of the village wouldn't hear you:
— I do not know what this disease is. I've never encountered anything like this, — you glanced at the elf who was standing behind Caleb. He looked worried. His eyes were looking at you hopefully. You understood that he was waiting for a ready-made solution from you, which you could not offer him.
— Can you make a cure for this? — the elf asked, noticing your long look.
— It will take me some more time to develop a cure. But I will prepare a decoction for you and other villagers that will help you protect yourself from the disease.
The elf's lips twitched in a smile after your words. He visibly relaxed. Caleb looked at you in surprise.
— The best thing we can do for them is to calm them down. I'll make a decoction for them that will help them relax a little, — you whispered to the man.
Caleb nodded. He understood that panic would only worsen the situation. While you were preparing the decoction, the man ordered the villagers not to leave the village and not enter the forest. To do this, he left several of his soldiers in the village to keep order. Until the situation becomes clear, it is better to keep everything under control.
an: a few short stories about how guys don't want to let you out of their arms. But their thoughts are not always innocent
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— Do you really think that inspiration will come to you if you hug me for hours? — you asked, sitting in Rafayel's arms. You were practically lying on top of him while the man's hands gently stroked your stomach.
— Of course! Every artist has a muse that inspires him to create works of art. I'm sure I'll create something incredible if you're in my arms, — Rafayel replied. He rested his chin on top of your head and closed his eyes. A smile appeared on his lips.
Rafayel was too clingy today. He hasn't let you go a step since morning: he hugged you when you were cooking breakfast, he held your hand while you were eating, and now, when you wanted to read a book in peace, he holds you in his arms.
Not to say that you were against it. His touch is always so gentle and affectionate, as if you were made of the most fragile material. But when Rafayel's fingers moved from your stomach a little lower, you realized that his intentions were not as innocent as you had assumed at the beginning.
— Hey! — you jokingly hit his hand. You couldn't see Rafayel's face, but you were sure he was pouting now. He sighed in disappointment.
— I need inspiration, cutie,— Rafayel grumbled.
Unwilling to give up, he ran his palm over your thigh. Leaning closer to your ear, he kissed you gently. He bit your earlobe, giving you goosebumps. It's almost impossible to resist Rafayel's charm, so you succumbed to him. Arching up, you leaned your head back against his shoulder. The book that was in your hands a moment ago was thrown somewhere to the side. You wrapped your arms around the man's neck. You felt Rafayel's lips break into a smile when he touched your jaw. His hands slowly moved to your chest. Rafayel left gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder. There was care and gentleness in his every move. It seemed like he was everywhere: on your chest, thighs, neck, and completely in your thoughts.
— That's different, cutie, — Rafayel said, and without any hesitation, he lifted your T-shirt, touching your bare skin. His movements were gentle and precise. Being an artist, he knew perfectly well how to handle a malleable material like you. Will he ever be able to create something as beautiful?
Can you do a Xavier comfort fluff when she (MC) cannot listen to her favorite songs of her favorite groups (Whether it's a boy group or a girl group (mostly boy groups)) due to the sad memory of a member leaving group.
(Pardon me...I've been a Kpop fan for years and after the news about the member leaving group due to a scandal, I stopped being a Kpop fan last 2023 and 2024. I cannot listen to Kpop songs anymore after what happened, whether it's old or new or my favorite.)
Thank you for your request. I hope you like it. Indeed, the situation is also familiar to me :c
pairing: Xavier x reader
type: fluff 🌸
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You put on a pair of oddly shaped glasses and looked in the mirror. Surprisingly, they even looked good on you. You were twirling around the mirror in one of the shops in the mall, trying on other glasses and giggling softly at yourself. Right up until the moment when Xavier appeared next to you. He smiled gently at you and took the yellow star-shaped glasses from your hands. You laughed when you looked back at him. He looked serious even with those charming glasses, which made him even more comical and charming. Xavier couldn't help but smile back at you.
Your smile immediately faded from your face when you heard the familiar melody. She hit you right in the heart, bringing back all your memories, good and bad. A feeling of nostalgia and even some anger suddenly flared up in you.
— Is something wrong? — Xavier asked worriedly.
— No, it's okay. Let's go home, — you said, smiling tightly. The guy was a little surprised, but followed you to the exit.
Whether you wanted to or not, even a few seconds of your once-favorite song caused you to feel a storm of emotions. You remembered the first time you heard this song, how you listened to it non-stop for almost a week, how you watched the video and how you and your friends discussed it. Just a few seconds made you plunge into memories. It seemed that you missed this band, but in fact more for the past, which can not be returned. Unfortunately, these memories were overshadowed by the fact that one of the member did something that you could not forgive. Every time you heard his voice in a song, you felt like you were becoming a participant in this scandal. It felt so gross and wrong. And these conflicting feelings have now come flooding back to you.
You and Xavier walked to your apartment in silence. You didn't say a word, and the guy just didn't want to bother you. He knew that sometimes you just need to experience your feelings in silence and solitude. But how could he leave you alone when you were frowning so much and your gaze was filled with sadness?
— Hey, tell me what happened, — Xavier said. He sat down on the bed where you were lying, wrapped in a blanket.
— It's okay, I'm just tired of shopping.
Xavier ran his hand through your hair and poked you lightly in the forehead.
— Then why are you frowning so?
You sighed heavily, debating whether to tell Xavier about this.
— Have you ever missed something that used to make you feel warm?
— Yes, sometimes.
— And I miss it. I miss the music that I once liked, the memories that were associated with it. But I can't listen to it right now, as if I'm committing a crime by listening to it. And it's frustrating and angry, — you replied. Your gaze met Xavier's. He was watching you closely and smiling gently.
— Don't judge yourself for what you like or used to like, — Xavier leaned over and placed a light kiss on your cheek. — You know, if you want, I can create music for you that will be connected with us, and we will create new memories that nothing in this world can overshadow.
Xavier wrapped you in his warm embrace, leaving a lot of kisses on your face, which made you laugh. Xavier won't be able to take away your sadness, but he'll do his best to have a lot more happy days.
an: a few short stories about how guys don't want to let you out of their arms. But their thoughts are not always innocent
Masterlist | Xavier
Zayne was a great doctor, and he gave his all to his work. When you first started dating, you already knew what that meant. He left early in the morning and returned late at night. Even on weekends, he could be rushed to the hospital. You understood that, but it was still hard to bear his absence. But on those days when Zayne was with you, he completely enveloped you in his love, not allowing you to think about anything else but him.
It was late in the evening. You were lying in bed, wrapped in a blanket and trying to keep warm. It was snowing outside, which shimmered brightly in the lamplight. Large snowflakes fell softly on the sidewalk, covering it like a duvet. There was no one on the street, so it was possible to enjoy the silence. You were just waiting for Zayne to be with you as soon as possible so that you could just enjoy the evening together.
The bedroom door opened, and you heard slow footsteps that stopped somewhere near you. You didn't turn around, continuing to watch the snowfall outside the window. You didn't need to see the person who broke the silence of the bedroom. You already knew exactly who it was. A cold hand touched your cheek. Zayne gently ran his palm over your face and hair.
— Why aren't you sleeping? — The man asked in a whisper. He leaned over and kissed you on the forehead.
— I can't sleep without you, — you said, finally turning to Zayne. — I'm waiting for you to lie with me.
Zayne smiled. He came around the bed and got under the covers with you. You immediately clung to him, enjoying the heat of his body. But when his cold hands touched your bare skin, you squeaked, causing the man to chuckle.
— Your hands are so cold! — You mumbled in displeasure, squeezing his torso tightly.
— I'm sorry, — Zayne said. He raised himself slightly, leaning on his forearm. You looked so adorable that he just couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. — I think I need to get some warmth.
Before you could express your displeasure again, Zayne touched you with his lips. His hands came down on your hips, gently stroking them. The feeling of cold on your skin created a contrast with the hot kiss, making you gasp with every touch. Zayne grinned through the kiss, feeling you melt more and more into his arms. He ran his lips from your jaw to your neck, feeling how fast your heart was beating. You decided to keep up with him, so you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him even closer to you. You ran your hand through Zayne's hair, moving lower to his neck and then to his back. Your nails dug into his delicate skin, leaving red streaks. Zayne's breathing quickened. He pulled away from your lips and looked at you with eyes full of desperate desire.
— I thought you were sleepy, — Zayne whispered. His hot breath scorched your skin.
— I've changed my mind, — you replied, pulling the man back for a kiss.
Your ringing laughter came from the apple orchard. Ed followed him without a second thought. When he came out into a small glade, he saw you. Your delicate pink satin dress contrasted vividly with the green garden. It's like you're a rosebud. Edmund stared at you for a moment, smiling dreamily. You were so beautiful. His smile immediately faded from his face when he heard another voice next to you. A man's voice.
A tall, charming man was standing next to you, asking you something. You smiled at him and gesticulated actively. Edmund couldn't hear what you were talking about, but you looked like you knew each other well and enjoyed the conversation. Edmund felt anger rising inside him. He was jealous of other men before, but you were always reserved with them, so this jealousy never spilled out, but slowly languished inside. Now, seeing how nice you are to someone else, Edmund feels angry and afraid. He suddenly remembered that you seemed to have moved away from him lately. You're always going somewhere without him. With awfulness, he remembered how he had recently noticed a basket with different flowers. What if it was a gift from this man?
Edmund came up to you with a quick step and took your hand. You were startled.
— Edmund? I didn't even notice that you'd come over, — you looked embarrassed, as if you'd been caught in the act. This made Edmund even more uncomfortable. He nodded at you and looked at the man standing next to you. He bowed to Edmund and greeted him.
— I haven't seen you in Narnia before, — Edmund's voice sounded stern and cold.
— Ah, this is Master Tarian from Archenland, — you quickly intervened in the conversation. Gently touching Edmund's shoulder, you continued, — I think it's time for us to go to dinner, — quickly saying goodbye to the man, you led Edmund out of the garden.
Edmund didn't say a word during the entire meal. He was angry at the whole situation that had happened and that he didn't understand what was going on between you and that man. Why did he come here at all? Edmund trusted you, but he couldn't help but feel the fear of losing you.
— What the grumpy cat, — you said, hugging Edmund. You were lying in your bed and getting ready for sleep. Edmund was reading a book (or at least trying to pretend to be), and you were lying next to him. — Why are you mad at me?
Edmund sighed heavily. It was always difficult for him to talk about his feelings, and even more so about his jealousy, but now the situation was different. Putting down the book, Edmund stood up and loomed over you. He looked at you carefully, as if looking for an answer to his silent question. His eyebrows were drawn together, and his lips were tightly compressed. He was obviously tense. With one hand, he lifted your hand and intertwined your fingers.
— Who was this man? — Edmund asked, almost in a whisper. His heart started beating faster from waiting for your answer. — Did he give you flowers? Is he the one you spend your days with? Why don't I know anything about him? — Ed approached you and placed a light kiss on your collarbone. He rested his head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat. Hundreds of thoughts and hundreds of situations that could happen next raced through his head. But he drove them away, waiting for your actions.
You smiled, stroking his soft hair.
— So that's what you're so angry about, — you paused for a second, thinking about what to say next. — I wanted to not tell you yet, but I should, — you felt Edmund's hands almost squeezing you in his arms. — I wanted to surprise you. I invited the best gardener from Archenland to help me choose the flowers. When I figured out which flowers to choose and where to plant them best, I would tell you everything. And we would have planted them together. Tarian did send me flowers, but only so that I could choose the best ones.
— Is there really nothing between you? — Edmund asked, raising his head and looking at you again.
— Of course not, — you laughed. — I have a grumpy cat, why would I need someone else? — you touched Edmund's cheek with your palm.
— I'm not a grumpy cat, — the man muttered. He tried to look calm, as if he wasn't the one who was seething with jealousy a few minutes ago, but he still couldn't hide his happy smile. He kissed you on the lips, but quickly pulled away. — I'm looking forward to your surprise.
summary: Dark spirits have always been a common occurrence for elves and humans. They hid in forests and caves and attacked lost travelers at night. They have never been a threat to the kingdoms. Until a letter came from one of the elven villages asking for help. The villagers suddenly began to die from an unknown disease, but after death they were reborn into monsters and attacked everyone who got in their way. Gradually, the disease spread throughout the Western Lands of the kingdom. The elf King Jormir decided to form an alliance with King William of Firnhold and request military support. King William sends young Captain Caleb and his squad to Lunariel to help contain the monsters. He will have to figure out what is the source of the disease and whether it is possible to stop the epidemic. And will he be able to cope with the conflicting feelings for the woman-elf he must protect?
an: I decided to write a little fantasy fanfiction. I created my own world, where I placed the MC and Caleb. This is the first time I've written such a text in English, so if you notice any mistakes, write to me and I'll fix them. I do not know if you will like something like this, but I would appreciate your feedback. If there is at least one like on this post, I will continue to write :D
I'm still thinking about the plot itself, but for now I'm planning about 8 parts. I haven't decided exactly about the ending yet either. I wrote a hot scene at the end, but who knows how I'll decide to end the story, haha
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Caleb stood in a huge hall with a glass ceiling through which starlight and moonlight penetrated. Silver rays reflected off the glossy snow-white marble floor and filled the space with a soft glow. In the middle of the hall stood the throne of King Lunariel, on which lay red velvet cushions. At the top of the throne, a jewel sparkled brightly, reflecting the majesty of the king. The young captain looked at the elegant hall with disgust. Each bas-relief, the expensive vases with the rarest flowers in them, and the masterfully carved sculptures reflected the elves' desire to rise above humans. And Caleb hated it. He believed that no elf would ever appreciate human life as his own. Even now, instead of showing up on time, King Jormir kept waiting for someone he had called for help.
Lunariel is an elven kingdom that stretches from the Moon River to the Western Lands, where the Great Forest is located. Once upon a time, this country was a center of trade, a place that was famous for the best medicine and many technical discoveries. The elves were the best at everything related to science and art creation. But now the kingdom is going through hard times.
An unknown disease has spread to villages located near Great forest. Elves affected by the disease died, and then turned into monsters hungry for blood. Rumors of this disease spread all the way to the kingdom of Firnhold's people. The human race was the best when it came to military science. They fearlessly rushed straight into the open jaws of death, as if they were as immortal as the elves. Cooperating with the elves has always been beneficial. They paid handsomely for any military campaign or escort. That's why Caleb was here. He and a squad of the best warriors were sent to the elf king for help. But it didn't seem like he really needed it.
After waiting for a long time, slow footsteps were heard. The massive wooden door behind the throne opened. The king came into the hall. Tall, handsome, but arrogant. His gray eyes ran appreciatively over Caleb's figure. He was followed by two guards in dark armor and silver cloaks with a silver lion embroidered on them.
— So you're Captain Caleb? — without waiting for an answer, the king continued, — I have ordered your soldiers to be stationed in the barracks for the time being.
Jormir slowly walked over to the throne and sat down on it. Caleb bowed to the king, trying to hide his annoyance.
— Before you go to the Western Lands, I would like to explain the whole situation to you, — the king turned back and signaled to one of the guards. The latter bowed, approached Caleb and handed him a scroll. The man opened it and saw a drawing of a human-like figure. The creature's face and body were disfigured, as if they had almost rotted away and only bones remained.
— Is this what the inhabitants of your villages have become? — Caleb asked.
— You're smarter than some of your kind. Maybe I invited you here for a reason after all, — Jormir said with a grin. — I was informed that not all the villagers turned into these monsters. Recently, there has been a rumor throughout the kingdom about a mysterious wellspring that grants wisdom and strength to everyone who tries it. Some residents tried to find him, went to Great forest, but returned sick, and after a while turned into monsters.
— Could it be because of the wellspring? — Caleb asked.
— None of those who returned said that they had found the wellspring. We assume that they may have been cursed by dark spirits. But we've never encountered spells of this kind.
— We are ready to offer you protection, but we will not be able to help you deal with this spell.
— I know. I'll send our best healer with you. She will try to deal with this disease. Your task is to protect her. Even at the cost of your own life, Captain. I have all. You can be free, — the king casually waved his hand, as if he was brushing away an annoying fly. Caleb bowed and left the room.
Caleb hoped he wouldn't have to deal with the elves, but he also knew he couldn't avoid it. The only thing he wanted right now was for this woman-elf to not be as annoyingly arrogant as the king. Only then could he say that his mission would be completed successfully.
The man approached the barracks, which were allocated for his soldiers. Grinning, Caleb cursed. Compared to the place where the elven warriors were housed, this "barracks" was more like a barn. It was a fairly large wooden building with two floors and a thin roof. The light was on inside. Caleb entered the room and saw the soldiers sitting at a long table with large plates of vegetables, fruits and meat. The men were talking loudly and laughing, but when they saw the captain, they immediately fell silent. «At least they don't feed like cattle» — Caleb thought. He greeted his warriors and sat down at the head of the table. Only after Caleb gave the signal did the warriors begin to eat.
Hi! In this post you can find my fanfiction, reactions and drabbles. English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the texts. If you find any mistake, write to me so that I can fix it. Thanks!
type:
🌸 — fluff
🍂 — angst
🕸 — dark/horror
list:
♡ First Date [Caleb] -🌸
♡ Stay in your arms LADS Boys [Xavier] [Zayne] [Rafayel] [Sylus] [Caleb] -🌸
♡ Poisoned feelings [Caleb] fantasy!au | part 1 part 2 -🌸 🍂
♡ I hate this song [Xavier] -🌸
♡ Self-doubt [Sylus] -🌸
♡ LaDS: little or big spoon? -🌸
♡ How they show you that they miss you [LADS] -🌸
🌛 You can suggest your idea and I'll write a short story. If I can't write anything, I'll let you know right away. In other cases, just wait :) thank you!
an: a few short stories about how guys don't want to let you out of their arms. But their thoughts are not always innocent
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It was a lazy morning when there was no need to go anywhere. The sun's rays penetrated the room even through the tightly closed curtains. Xavier was snoring softly by your side, hugging you with one arm. You woke up before him, however, as always. This had its advantages: you could watch Xavier wince in his sleep, how slowly his chest heaved and how tightly he held you by the waist. You quietly turned to the man, trying not to wake him up. Xavier's face looked peaceful. The small red spots from the pillow on his cheek added to the charm. Smiling, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, down to cheeks, and lightly touched lips. It was becoming more and more difficult to restrain the growing desire, so you moved a little closer and kissed him on the lips. A gentle smile spread across Xavier's face when he felt your touch. His beautiful blue eyes are fixed on you.
— Don't tease me, — Xavier said softly, turning onto his back. With one hand, he pulled you to him so that you lay on his chest. Xavier was still a little sleepy, but at the same time, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. It was like he was challenging you.
— Is that so? You didn't mind my kisses yesterday, — you said, pouting. You slowly ran your fingers over Xavier's chest, stopping at his abs. Your actions made the man tense up, which made you grin. Yes, you knew his little secret. You knew how much he secretly loves it when you tease him and then pretend to be a holy innocent. Xavier allows you to feel power over him, just a little bit, so as not to spoil you completely.
You feel a man's hand coming down from your back to your hip. His fingers lightly lift the silk hem of your nightgown, giving you goosebumps. Your reaction amuses him. You lift up to get closer to Xavier's face and place a kiss on his jaw. Second, third, fourth… You kiss his face, slowly moving down to his neck. The man's hands dig into your soft thighs.
A sudden call breaks the tension between you. You reach for your phone and see an incoming call from Jeremiah.
— Hey, I hope you haven't forgotten that you promised to help me at the store, — Jeremiah asked. Hearing his voice, Xavier turned away from you, trying to hide his annoyance. You couldn't help but smile at his reaction.
— Of course, I remember. I'll be there, as promised, — you replied.
When you finished the call, you were about to get out of bed, but Xavier didn't let you do it. Instead, he knocked you back down, looming over you. His gaze, possessive and full of adoration, was fixed on you. With one hand he held your hands, and with the other he slowly spread your legs, placing himself between them.
— We're not done with you yet, — he said in a low but stern voice. — There's something I have to do before you leave.
Xavier leaned closer to your neck. You felt his ragged and hot breath on your skin, and then a kiss. When he pulled away from your neck, he grinned, watching how needy you were from his touch. Before Xavier lets you out of his arms, he must make sure that he has left enough of his "marks" on your body.
