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Summary: You prank the lads boys by aggressively manhandling them.
Fandom: Love & Deepspace
Parings: [Zayne x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Rafayel x Fem!Reader]
A/N: Works been killin my butt. But anyways I saw many prank tiktok videos about women aggressively handling their own partner. Whether it be kissing them, love bites, or putting them on top of the kitchen counter. Figured it make a funny small prompt of how it would go lol.
You didn't know what it was that made you feel this way. Maybe just seeing Zayne, waking up in his bed, staying over at his place, not bothered by work, both of you doing very domestic stuff, made you feel really touchy feely. And Zayne was much aware of this notion from the very start of the day. Not that he every denied your loving affection, no not ever.
He accepted every hug or kiss, and returned it with much love. Oh, how it only fuels the fire of your clingy nature even more.
Here you are, coming out from the kitchen, to lean against the wall, with a glass of sweet tea in hand. You tilt the glass towards your mouth as your eyes were trained on one thing in particular.
There Zayne sat on the large couch, in the living room, with a book in hand. His eyes soft but narrowed in focus as he reads the pages, he's currently on. His back leaning on the cushions, skillfully flipped each page with his thumb. As his elbow was pressed against the arm of the couch, with a small portion of a sugar cookie the two of you had baked not long ago, in his hands. He immediately finishes it, taking it into his mouth with a small hum. Licking off any specks of crusts lingering on his fingers.
Watching this perfect, handsome, hunk of man as your sipping your tea just sent you up in orbit. It was too much to take in. Does he know how amazing he is, just sitting there? That's what you thought, the audacity of this man to sit and read so cutely, in his causal home attire -white shirt and grey sweatpants-
You had to do something about it.
You walk up to where Zayne was, placing the cool glass on top of the glass ottoman in the middle of the living room. The clink of the glass made Zayne look up at you. His demeanor calm and relaxed, before looking down at his book.
"Any thoughts about what you'd like for din-"
Before he could even finish that sentence, Zayne was attacked.
He found your hands squeezing his cheeks harshly, pulling him closer to your face. You bend down to kiss him on the lips. His eyes widening in shock and confusion.
But you continue you assault on him.
You kiss him very passionately and aggressively. Hands running along his jet-black locks like a crazy loon, messy up his hair. All while you muttered along his lips, words of affirmation.
"God dang it Zayne! You -kiss- are so -kiss- perfect -kiss- uugh!!"
You start to kiss all over his face. To his cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, and anywhere else you could get your lips on. His book on the floor, as he had already dropped it do to your aggressive love session. His eyes still wide with so much confusion.
It didn't even stop there, as you suddenly push this man, laying his back onto the couch. Pinning him by his shoulders just to keep him still. Your kisses never stopping, as you go lower to his neck, giving him rough kisses down to his collarbone.
Finally, you pull away.
You had found yourself straddling the pour man, your arms still pinning down his upper body.
You look to see his full face that was very much a very funny and cute site. His ears were burning red, hair a mess as he stared at you with such unreadable green eyes. His mouth was slightly agape as if he was trying to figure out what to say to you in that moment. But he closes it, his lips in a tight line, eyes closed, inhaling a long breath to re-catch his own thoughts.
His head leans to the side as he opens his eyes, not looking you in your own eyes. Zayne's heart was pounding in his chest right now.
"You...-sigh-"
You couldn't help but laugh at this site of him. It was too funny to behold, seeing Zayne completely embarrassed and yet flustered at the same time.
"Caught you off guard huh?"
You quip with a prideful smirk on your lips. Zayne brings his eyes to look up at you. You could see he was trying to act all serious, and calm, but it was obviously faltering. As you could see the corners of his mouth flick up in a small grin. His emotions getting the better of him, as he lets out a laugh. A mix between disbelief and fondness.
"Well, I didn't expect to be attacked in my own home by my partner."
He states this, and you laugh even more. An endless supply of giggles and laughter that you couldn't stop. One that Zayne couldn't help but join in, loving the sound of your laughter.
You let go of his shoulders, before leaning down to give a soft kiss to your boyfriend. A sweet smile stretching across your mouth.
"Well, you're just going to have to get use to it. Because there's definitely more to come in the future."
He rolls his eyes at you.
"I fear for my safety."
He says this sarcastically of course, but deep down he's already preparing for the next attack. Just in case, so next time you do this stunt again, he'll be able to calm his heart. Because that shit made him feel like he was having a straight-up heart attack.
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XAVIER
You were laying on your bed.
Stomach first, as your feet were up in the air. Your hands clutch onto your phone, watching silly videos. Xavier was up in your bathroom taking a shower from a hard day of working. You had already taken a shower first, reasons being that Xavier told you to go in first, and second was because he was already on the verge of sleep. You were about to say to take a shower together, but the man was already nodding off as he sat on your bed. So, you decided to allow him to take a quick nap while you take your shower.
It has been a long day for the both of you, as you had both just got done with work. A bunch of wanderers to take down here and there, nothing too serious of a threat to get badly hurt, but enough to feel exhausted. And it definitely showed with the both of you, glad that it was the end of the day.
Xavier wanted to come over your apartment, because he finds it more comfortable, and wanted to sleep with you tonight. Plus, you figured he was too lazy to go up to his own apartment complex that was just a floor above yours. You never complain, as you would also come over to his complex and sleep there sometimes.
As you were kicking your feet, over the audio on your phone, you could hear the shower suddenly turn off. Indicating that Xavier was all done with his shower. He soon later came out, opening the door the connected to the bedroom. He lets out a silent yawn; while wiping his hair with a small white towel, a large towel was wrapped around his waist. His body shinning in the dim light from the room lights, due to the excess water cascading down his chest and stomach. You can see his full tempting v-line below his abdomen making your face heat up from the delicious site alone. He looked so appetizing yet cute at the same time.
You turned off your phone, placing the device on the bed-side counter. You sat up before getting off the bed, making strong strides towards your gorgeous boyfriend. His eyes open a bit seeing you coming forth, watch as you wrapped your arms around his torso head leaning on his slight wet chest. You didn't mind though, as you snuggled with him, smelling his freshly showered body. The scent of sweet vanilla filling your nose; he used your body wash.
"Hmm...You smell good."
A goofy smile presents itself on your lips. Xavier smiles softly, leaning in your touch as his own arms wrapped around you. His arms holding onto your shoulders rubbing them gently. The small towel he held was draped securely around his neck. His head buried into your hair, nosed pressed against your hair, smelling you as well.
"So do you.."
He whispers this in a low hum, eyes closed as he embraces you. You could feel his heart beat slow and relaxed inside his chest. Xavier's soft snores making you chuckle. The fact that this man can sleep standing up still amazes you.
"Sleepy?"
"Hm."
Xavier hums again, as if to say yes, his arms holding you closer to his body. His body leans into yours, the weight of him not fully on you, as if he was stopping himself from falling on top of you. You let out a sigh rolling your eyes. The cuteness of this man was just too much; it made you giggle a bit.
Without a thought or hesitation, your hands go lower till you reached the back of his thighs. Xavier can feel this, but he doesn't back away nor think anything of it. That was until you used all of your strength, bending your knees, and you use this strength to pick up your boyfriend. Xavier eyes widen as he was suddenly up from the ground, your struggling of course but still it was an achievement. Carrying your sleepy boy by his own thighs, before waking back to the bed. Xavier was very shaken from this move, his hands clinging to your shoulders as he blushes heavily.
"[Y-Y/N]...what are you doing?"
You smiled looking up at your flustered boyfriend, "Carrying...ngh my exhausted boyfriend of course~"
It was all you said, and only Xavier could look at you with wide eyes and a simple nod of okay. His tiredness going away as he watched his own girlfriend carry him around, he didn't know how to feel about this, but it wasn't unwelcomed.
It wasn't long till you reached the bed, slamming the boy right on to the soft bed, making him lay on his back. His small towel was already gone, falling onto the floor when you picked him up. His other towel wrapped around his waist, was defiantly loose, clinging onto him for dear life. But still covered his crotch.
Once settled onto the bed, you crawled your way in between his thighs, your hands running along up his thighs to his stomach. Making way to his chest then finally his soft cheeks. You squish his cheeks in your hands, body resting on top of his. You lips lean in to kiss him on the nose before moving to his lips. His hands were now at your waist, rubbing your sides.
"Are you sleepy now?"
You say this pulling away, but it seemed like Xavier was chasing your lips. His cheeks were still flushed with pink, but his shock expression turned into a very sweet playful grin. His hands tracing along your back, slightly teasing underneath your tank top you were wearing.
"Not at the moment no."
You were suddenly rolled over, as Xavier had now turned the tables. His body pinning you underneath him, his baby blue eyes looking down at you with so much mischief. His hand made its way to your cheek, stroking it was such softness as if you were a delicate relic.
"I think I'd like to stay up for a little while, how about you~?"
You chuckle as you pulled Xavier by his neck, His face and lips close you yours.
"Sounds fine by me~"
You whispered back before his lips connected with yours passionately.
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CALEB
Pranks were nothing but natural for you and Caleb.
Ever since you were kids you two would pull all types of small pranks on each other. Not mean big pranks that would cause problems in one's relationship. But small harmless pranks that make each other laugh and keep the relationship more fun and fresher. To get competitive and try to one-up each other the next month or two.
It was your love language.
And it was your turn.
Oh, how you've been dying to try and get Caleb back. You were still pouting over the last prank he did. You could remember it like it was yesterday. The man had deliberately placed fake cockroaches all underneath your bed comforter. You of course did not realize it. Already freaking out with disgust and fear, running to Caleb about your "unfortunate" situation. Hugging and whimpering to him while you pushed him to the problem. Only for him to laugh and say how those cockroaches were all plastic toys.
You then start to curse him, while beating his chest -soft punches- giving him the biggest mean mug pout. One that he finds absolutely adorable. He makes up for this by promising to take you out to this new big carnival that just opened up around the neighborhood.
Today was the day of the carnival.
And both you and Caleb were getting ready that late afternoon. Hoping to get there early and on time for the rides and games.
You closed the door to your shared room, checking your small purse to make sure you got everything you needed. You're wearing a nice yellow blouse, white tank top underneath with a light jean skirt. It wasn't going to be cold, just a nice warm day.
Once you made it to the spacious room where the living room and kitchen connected. You could see your boyfriend turned to you. His back bent a little as his focus was on his phone, scrolling aimlessly, elbows on the kitchen counter. He was dresses up as well, in a very familiar outfit. His sleeveless white logo shirt, with black jeans pants.
He looked so handsome in the moment. His muscular back and shoulders showing of through the white shirt, His long arms, especially his biceps that flexed a bit on top of the kitchen counter. His hips tutting to the side a bit. You couldn't see his face fully, but you could already imagine how he looked. Eyes narrowed but soft, probably biting his lip as he scrolls through whatever feed he's on, all while he's waiting for you.
It was in that moment...you had an opening.
Slowly, you sneak your way over to Caleb. Making sure your sock covered feet won't make any noise against the tile floors. It seems he doesn't notice you at all.
So, taking you only shot as you make it behind him, you hand raises to aim for his ass. Immediately striking him down against his left cheek harshly, causing the man to gasp loudly. His eyes were wide, but before he could turn around and say anything, your hand that slapped his ass, remained there. Giving his ass couple of good squeezes while your chest was flushed against his back.
"Fuck, you're lookin so hot! Look at this ass!"
"[Y/N]..!"
You didn't give him any time what-so-ever. Turning him around roughly, only to push him back. You could see his very shocked and surprised face now. His cheeks full on flushed with red, a face that made you grip his cheeks with on hand to pull his close to yours. You give him a big fat kiss onto his lips, before pushing him off, making the man look at you dumbfounded.
"Face matches up nicely, not bad at all~"
You tease as your hands rested against his ass, giving his cheeks a squeeze while playing humping his waist. He looks at you so confused, as if you had two heads. There was a moment of pure silence. That was until Caleb begins to grin so big that it could hurt, before a big laugh erupts his whole body.
His chest heaving and rumbling as his hand makes it way to cover his eyes in embarrassment but much amusement as well. He couldn't stop laughing, and it made you laugh as well, your hands coming off his ass to just wrap around his torso. Head leaning against his chest.
"W-What was that pipsqueak!?"
Caleb's hand goes down from his face, looking at you with a big playful smirk gracing his lips. You smirk back with a wink.
"Nothing! Can't I appreciate my boyfriend's hotness?"
Caleb chuckles, leaning in to give your forehead a kiss.
"Never said you couldn't...but with a stunt like that, I say you must be getting even with me huh?"
Before you can retort back, Caleb grabs up by the waist using his strong arms. You gasp as you're now in the air, Caleb turning you to the counter so he can settle you done on the cool marble. Your legs wrapped around his waist, as your arms wrapped around his neck. He held your tightly against him.
"I would congratulate you on that prank of yours, but I would be lying saying that prank won't cost ya. We might be a bit late arriving to the carnival. After that bit, how can I possibly let you go...naughty girl~"
He says this as his head moves to your neck to place feathered kisses along your collarbone. It tickled causing you to giggle, the thought of missing the carnival making you wiggle in his hold whining.
"Caleb, nooo..!"
Yeah, you were definitely going to be late.
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SYLUS
Catching Sylus off guard, can be a very difficult task at hand.
It seemed like no matter what, he always knew what move you were going to make. Calculating each future ten step you would say or do just so he can throw it right back in your face. And it definitely frustrated you.
A fierce man who was hard to take down.
In fact, he was the one catching you off guard. He was the one surprising you the most and getting you all flustered in the cheeks with his devious nonchalant attitude. It's a rare and very rare moment when Sylus was ever caught being flustered. And even in those rare occasions, he can easily and quickly hide it inside, composing himself as if it didn't phase him at all. As if he had already predicted your tricks, before you can ever see his reactions.
And so, you were on a mission.
A mission to complete subdue and fluster your Onychinus leader boyfriend. It took you half a month to come up with any idea. A good top idea to catch this man way off guard, just so you can win. You just wanted win over him, even if it's just one time. To get him stuttering over his words. And finally, you came up with an idea, a brilliant idea, one where you hoped and prayed that it will very much work.
You texted Sylus on how you'll meet him tonight at his place. He of course welcomed this arrival, his home literally opened to only you at any time of the day. You made your way, rushing to the N109 zone to Sylus's grand mansion. Preparing yourself for what was about to happen.
Once there, you greeted both Luke and Kieran who both welcomed you back. Wondering what the rush was, but you could only give them both a question back asking where Sylus was.
"Boss is-"
"-In his office." They both said.
Perfect!
Working out exactly how you wanted.
"Thank you, see ya later!"
They watched as you rushed down the hallway with a very confused but interested look, wondering what you were planning.
Sylus was in his office, just finishing up closing a deal via phone call. He sighed as he leaned against his chair running a hand through his own locks, looking around the room with his ruby red eyes. Mephisto was in his office - more luck for you -, and Sylus was thinking about you. Waiting for you to come to him.
He then hears a knock at the door making his lips curl into a smile. He can tell from just the knock alone that it was you.
"Come on in kitten."
Nothing.
The door didn't open, nor was there any sound before or after that came with it. His brow quirks at this peculiar moment.
"Kitten, I said you can come in."
He says this a bit louder, but again no answer, or door opening. And he was already confused from the start, because normally you'd just barge right in with that innocent smile of yours. But you didn't even do that. So, know Sylus was on edge but gratefully intrigued by what was going on. Wondering what you were planning behind that door.
He gets up from his chair, walking towards the lavish design door. Once he made it and he opens the door, he gets suddenly pulled by the collar of his shirt. His body leaning and his lips quickly connecting to yours. His eyes looked at you, wide and in disbelief but it wasn't over yet.
Using a tackling move on him, you swiftly used your leg to grapple behind his left leg. You used you full weight so that he would fall to the ground with a harsh thud. Your lips still on him as your hands moved to grab his own wrists and pin the above his head so that he wouldn't go anywhere. You were now straddling his waist, kissing him roughly before pulling back to only bite his cheek.
The man gasps as he was still to stunned to speak. He could only watch as you aggressively manhandle him. Your bites moved to his neck which caused Sylus to grunt lowly. His cheeks and ears red, still so confused. His brain trying to regain any semblance of reasoning but failing terribly so.
Once you pulled away to look at him, a big smile came to your lips as you looked at Sylus. His expression was priceless, funny, cute even as he looked up at you. You can finally say you've taken down Sylus.
Sylus clears his throat, lips curling into a smirk, shaking his head from your actions.
"Is...this some type of new fighting strategy of yours? If so, I'm not so keen for you to use it on other people."
You laughed.
"Nope, I just wanted to tackle you into submission. And I finally got you!"
You hear a big rich laugh come from Sylus. The pitch a bit heightened as he found this incredibly silly and adorable. He could just maneuver his way out of your hold easily or even use his evol to overpower you. But he doesn't, liking the proud face you made of finally overpowering him. Using your smart skills to gain the upper hand of the situation. It made his heart jump inside his chest happily.
"You know, if you wanted to over-power me, you could have just asked~"
"That's a load of bull and you know it! As if you'd gone easy on me if I did asked!"
Sylus laughs again, making you roll your eyes at him. But your body suddenly sits up right, as Sylus uses his strength to break from your pinned hands. He traps your arms behind your back with his one strong hand, his other hand gripping your chin gently, thumb rubbing the bottom of your lip. His eyes shooting down to your eyes, with his infamous smirk that made your stomach flip.
"You're right kitten. It's more fun to tease and let you work for your food, then to let you have it easy. But don't worry, I'll be gladly waiting for the next time you try to catch me off gaurd~"
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RAFAYEL
You and Rafayel decided why not work out together.
Well, more like you were going to work out and train your body. But a certain purple-haired artistic man called before you could even go to your local gym. Of course, you picked up your phone hearing him complain about he was bored. You told him how you were going to the gym, and Raf found that as the perfect moment to come along with your endeavors.
He suggested going to his private gym he uses at home. He says he's been wanting to blow off some steam due to Thomas insisting -more like pestering to Rafayel - to create more art for his gallery. The deadline was almost due and Rafayel has been procrastinating with other projects. Telling Thomas there is no deadline to when it comes to art, he'll feel the inspiration when he feels it. And so here he is with you.
This is honestly a first for you.
Working out with him that is.
Watching that beautiful man stretching his own body with much ease as you both did warm-ups. Seeing his biceps and forearms flex as he does push-ups. The way his abdomen tenses when he did crunches. Or how he looked so pretty on the treadmill, running full laps. Hair bouncing, sweat dripping, muscles moving, ass tempting. Even when he took a few walk breaks you could hear his controlled breathing and pants.
He looked so pretty in those moments, truly you were captured by this handsome siren. God, you felt so lucky in that moment, you could watch him run all day long. So much so that you had completely lost track of time, your mind on auto pilot throughout your whole workout session.
The both of you were panting, sweat dripping down your foreheads, Body sore but refreshed in a way all in a day's good work-out. Rafayel sighs sweeping a hand through his front locks with a relieved sigh escaping his mouth.
"I'm exhausted, I don't know who's working me to death, you or Thomas~"
Rafayel grins while joking making you roll your eyes with a small laugh.
He goes into a corner of the gym. There was L-shaped counter with a sink. A mini refrigerator that was set up top, And a round circular table in the middle. Rafayel immediately went to the fringe to grab a bottle of water. Leaning against the table he unscrews the cap taking a few gulps of cool water down his throat.
You do the same, following your boyfriend, but your eyes were only trained on Rafayel. His left arm, behind him, hand placed upon the white table to stabilize himself. His back a bit arched, showing the indent of his pecks and abs through his black sleeveless tight compressed shirt. His waist looking so snatchable as his legs slightly crossed over one another.
Drinking the cool water did nothing to ease the burning tension inside of you.
Rafayel places his water down on the table, his hand reaching out to his shoulders to rub them a little. All while he rambled on and on about his problems, Thomas nagging, and blah blah blah.
That was it you can't take it anymore.
"I swear, I bet Thomas is calling my phone about no-"
Quickly you made your move on Rafayel. You grab at his thighs tightly making him blush and shut up. But then you start to lift him up, causing the man before you to gasp and wiggle in your hands.
"[Y/N]! Aah w-wait!"
You didn't listen to his gasps and pleas, as you use your full strength to pick him up and place his ass on top of the table. His legs wide and spread for you, almost wrapped around your waist. His water bottle accidently falling, spilling onto parts the table and floor. You kept a good tight hold onto him, giving his thighs a good squeeze,
Your lips meet his to kiss him briefly, a tease at the most. Before moving to his cheeks and nose, even his exposed neck.
Rafayel's hands were on your shoulders, not knowing whether to push you off of hold you close to him. His face was redder than a tomato, ears included, as he watches his own girlfriend assault him like this.
You then pull away with mischievous smirk on your face, all you could see was Rafayel with that sweet brattish pout pursing his plump lips. He looks at you, eyes narrowed but it was soft. Rafayel gives you a look of incredible disbelief and shock from what just happened.
"I-I can't believe, did you just..?!"
You laugh at him, causing his cheeks to flush even more. His eyes looking away from your gleeful face. It was adorable to witness it. Seeing him in this type of position. Your hands moved, sliding up to his ass, you can feel him tensing up, his breath getting heavy as though he was working out again. You gave him gentle pats at first, but them with your right hand gave him a hard smack placed upon his cheek.
Rafayel lets out a gasp mixed with a whine, his eyebrows furrowed in a glare. Looking at you with such a appalled face. He was truly was embarrassed.
"H-Hey watch it!"
"What, are you embarrassed baby~?"
Rafayel says nothing, the nickname only making him groan, letting out a long dramatic sigh. His eyes once again still darted away from your owns.
"This must what it feels like to be a woman, being preyed upon by others. I'm all defenseless here, it's scary thing. My own bodyguard taking advantage of me, in my own gym."
"It's not my fault my boyfriend is so beautiful. You really are, looking so pretty while you worked out today."
Rafael didn't really say anything, but you can he was trying not to let your words get to you. But it was failing, as your compliments only made his heart race even more. Fidgeting while you held on tight to him trying to distract himself with the gym appliances around the room.
"Sooo...you're saying you don't like it?"
You give him another kiss on the cheek playfully, making him turn his head finally towards you. His legs bringing you even closer, wrapping fully around your waist to lock you in. While his hands wrapped around your shoulders. It made you giggle, his actions way louder than his actual words.
"I never said that."
You smile as he can't help but smile back at you. He couldn't prolong his pout anymore, he's just too damn infatuated - and slightly aroused - at this new position of his. He leans in to kiss you on the lips, the kiss starting off as sweet before slowly turning deep and passionate. His eyes haze over with a growing smirk of his own.
"I'm definitely not going be able to finish my art piece now cutie~"
you get into an argument and they become restless without you by their side.
angst with comfort. apologies for any ooc moments and stubborn mc/reader.
sylus
"I'm not taking you with me."
His words left no room for anymore rebuttals. No matter how persistent you got and what reasoning you gave, Sylus continues to reject your request to join him for the upcoming Onychinus mission.
He's never had a problem with you tagging along before, so why now? You've learned from Luke and Kieran that Sylus will be dealing with one of the most dangerous men they'd ever met, so you wanted to support him. When you brought the topic up to him, all he said was that the setting will be too much for you.
You reassured him that you can handle anything, being a hunter who's familiar with the messiest, most vile types of environment, but regardless of your reasonings, he fully intends to go to this mission alone.
"Okay."
The moment he watched you calmly closed the door on your way out of the room, Sylus knew he fucked up.
You avoided him all afternoon, and it didn't take long for loneliness to strike him hard.
He hated the silence.
Knowing you're under the same roof and yet you're deliberately ignoring him... he'd much rather have you screaming at him.
Sylus remained at his working station to continue modifying a weapon that he'd recently purchased; however, his distracted state prevented him from making progress.
The face you made before walking away from him keeps haunting him.
The disappointment in your eyes made his chest unbearably tight.
He tried to push the uncomfortable feeling away, telling himself that his response to you is for the best, but it didn't work at all.
It was difficult to concentrate on anything else.
He wondered what you were up to.
What if you decide to leave because you can't stand to be near him?
Just imagining you rush out of the house while angry caused Sylus' hands to become unsteady and accidentally crossed some wires that weren't supposed to touch.
And so, the weapon sparked and caught on fire.
"...great."
He decided to move on to boxing, hoping to release some anger — not at you, but for his enemies that he'll be seeing for the upcoming mission. If they weren't so... filthy and gruesome, he wouldn't have to worry about keeping you away from them.
After two minutes of hitting the punching bag, Sylus' eyes started to repeatedly glance towards the entrance of the gym, checking to see if a certain someone would walk in for their weekly boxing lessons.
Your boxing gloves are in the usual place, untouched. He recalled the day when you two bought it while shopping: you were so excited about using it, you woke him up early just so you could start boxing while wearing them.
But now, you won't even step in the gym because he made you upset.
Suddenly, Sylus was no longer in the mood to box.
You didn't join him for dinner.
He wasn't surprised, though he felt another pang at his chest when he sat down on the empty dinning table.
He learned from Luke and Kieran that you had already eaten a little earlier while ranting to Mephisto, who was your only companion for supper.
The crow gave him a questioning look as he flew by and parched on the empty chair next to him, where you usually sit.
"I know. I'm working on it."
Sylus went to his bedroom, hoping that you don't run away and that you hear him out.
But when he opened the door, a cold breeze hit him along with a lonely feeling. The room is empty, and you're nowhere to be found.
He knew you're still somewhere in the house; otherwise, Mephisto would've told him already that you'd left. You staying means he's not totally screwed — not yet, at least.
The only other place he thought to check is the room where you used to sleep in, before your relationship became official.
And sure enough, after calming down his nervous, hitched breath, Sylus knocked on the door.
No response, but the room is unlocked.
He dared to take a peak inside and immediately softened at the sight of you sleeping on the bed. His feet acted before his mind and walked up towards your side.
He sat down on the mattress and his eyes slowly traced the ravishing features of your face that he missed, despite the argument being only just several hours ago.
He yearned to touch you, just for a second, to feel your warmth and softness. His right hand carefully reached towards your face, knuckles aiming to brush against your cheek.
But then, you opened your eyes.
Sylus froze for a moment, waiting for you to tell him to leave and stay away from him, but instead, you just blinked at him with curiosity and a hint of amusement.
"What are you doing?"
"...caught me redhanded." he chuckles. "I was looking at you. Because you wouldn't let me do it while you were awake. Sorry to disturb your peaceful sleep."
You watched his hand that was about to touch your face slowly retract, and you wanted to grab it and embrace it.
"...who said I was sleeping peacefully?"
Sylus looks at you with confusion.
"It's hard for me to sleep whenever we have arguments." you murmured, sitting up slowly so you can look at him properly. "I wanted to see you, but..."
You were sulking all afternoon.
You grew tired of arguing with him and thought you'd eventually find the right words to tell him later on, once you've calmed down.
"Me too." Sylus slowly reached for your hand, almost afraid that you'd pull away, though he relaxed once you intertwined your fingers with his. "Let me tell you why I'm against you accompanying me for this mission."
He told you about the shady people he'll be visiting. They are nasty criminals who have done unforgivable things to people, and everything about them is just disgusting — physically and figuratively.
As much as he wanted your company and assistance, Sylus doesn't want them setting their filthy eyes on you. He doesn't want them to know about your existence at all.
Mostly, he doesn't want to waste your time and energy on people like them. He knows you're strong enough to be by his side and help him take them down, just as you have done a few times before, but he'd much rather keep you away from their dirty hands.
"I understand now." You tightened your grip on his hand. "And still.... I want to go with you."
Though his brows furrowed as a silent reply, he stayed quiet and allowed you to fully let out everything you want to say.
"I appreciate your concern for me, truly. But ever since the twins told me about them, that they're dangerous and full of dirty tricks, I can't help but worry.
You're strong and you definitely don't need me, but still... I asked to go with you because I want to support you, just like how you sometimes help me out with my missions."
Sylus was met with the familiar look of persistence and determination in your eyes and realized he was never going to win this argument.
You've always been stubborn.
But that's just one of the reasons why he's so infauted with you.
You win.
"I should have known better than to try to leave you out of something like this." he sighs in defeat, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.
You grinned at his tone. "It'll be fine. And fun — maybe. If not, then I'll suffer with you."
He clicked his tongue and poked your forehead. "Fine. But before we go, you have to prove to me that you're capable of fighting them."
"Hmm? Prove to you, how?"
"You'll have to join me in the boxing ring tomorrow, kitten."
You gasped and your eyes lit up. "My gloves! I've abandoned them! Let's go boxing right now!"
"...weren't you just about to sleep?"
"No way! I wanna hit something now! Come on!"
Sylus allowed himself to be dragged out of the room and brought back to the gym, where the boxing ring awaits.
Unlike earlier, the gym appears to be warmer and much more lively.
At last, Sylus can breathe easily.
zayne
Getting scolded by your lover was not how you were expecting your trip to the hospital to go.
He never raised his voice, but the coldness in his tone was what struck you in the chest.
He reprimanded you for being too reckless and careless at work, stating that you need to pay more attention to your surroundings and not throw yourself in danger at any chance you get.
Maybe you caught him in a bad mood, or maybe he was fed up with all the times that he has to see you with injuries. Either way, you didn't feel like being around him for a while.
Later that night, you fell asleep earlier than usual and missed a call from Zayne. You knew you probably should've called him back once you woke up in the morning, but the memory of him scolding you like a child made you throw your phone aside and momentarily avoid him.
Zayne is wide awake and his eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.
For once, he doesn't have work to keep him up late at night. Instead, you're the reason why he's unable to sleep.
You haven't been returning his texts and calls.
He knew you're upset because of what he did at the hospital. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You were already hurt. The last thing you needed was for him to give you a lecture over something you don't have much control over.
Zayne wanted to apologize to you.
He considered going to your apartment so he can properly give his sincere apology, but with the way you've been deflecting his attempts to communicate, he figured you wanted some space from him.
It's understandable that you'd feel that way, but still, Zayne can't ignore the aching in his chest. The other side of the bed feels colder than usual, and the silence of his house was uncomfortable.
You should've been next to him, resting your head on his chest while showing him funny memes and videos of cats after playing silly games on your phone, then you'd randomly come across an interesting article that would be your discussion until the two of you fall asleep.
This time, all he can do is keep checking his phone, just in case you decide to text or call him, and he'd answer in a heartbeat.
He wanted to hear your voice just so knows that everything is going to be okay, and that he doesn't need to worry about the possibility of losing you. Unfortunately, he wasn't granted that wish.
He eventually fell asleep with his phone on hand resting on the empty side of the bed.
Zayne was right.
You really are careless.
Showing up at the hospital twice in a week, just two days after your previous visit, is embarrassing at this point. You admit that your mind wasn't as awake and alert as it should've been, and so you've landed yourself another injury while fighting a Wanderer.
You did your best to hide from Zayne.
In fact, you tried going to a different hospital but Tara dropped you off here and fled instantly, so you have no choice but to go in with your slightly injured shoulder.
It just so happens that Doctor Greyson was the one that treated you, as he was the only one currently available.
You thought you'd be able to leave without seeing Zayne at all, but Greyson was unaware of your current situation so he informed him that he just finished fixing you up and you should be free to leave now.
Zayne just finished a long surgery, but once Greyson passed such valuable information to him, he rushed to your assigned room.
He caught you just as you were about to step out.
"Ah!" You put a hand over your racing heart. "You scared me!"
"Sorry." Zayne paused for a moment. "May I ask you to join me in my office?"
Your stomach shifted anxiously. "Sure..." The walk to the location was filled with nothing but awkward silence, which hurt to think about because it's Zayne.
That's the man whom you love more than anything else.
The last thing you want with him is an uncomfortable silence.
At the very least, you were able to gather your courage to own up to your mistakes.
Once he closed the door...
"I'm sorry!"
Zayne was caught off-guard.
"What?"
"You're right. I've been careless lately." Your shoulders sagged as you accepted defeat. "Like my injury today could've been avoided if only I was a little more cautious. I really do need to work on it better. I'm sorry for ignoring your texts and calls. I know you're just looking out for me."
Zayne let out a breath of relief.
He failed to stop himself from pulling you into his arms, so tight that you let out a gasp, though you didn't complain so he didn't release you just yet.
He desperately needed to hold you.
He was afraid that you might not want to see him anymore because of the way he had spoken to you, but it seems he'd gotten a chance to correct himself.
"I'm sorry for talking to you so coldy." He backed away just a small distance so he could look you in the eyes, though his hands remained locked on your elbows. "There are much better ways to express my concerns for you. I won't make the same mistake again. But also..."
He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. "Please don't ever try to hide your injuries from me whenever you do get hurt."
"Ah...." you wondered how he found out you were trying to hide from him today. "Sorry. I won't."
Zayne smiled and kissed your forehead.
"I'll accept your apology, on one condition...."
"What?"
"You have to spend the night and the whole weekend with me now. To make up for the times when you weren't by my side."
caleb
"I did it to protect you."
"And now, the fleet has all the access to the information that I was supposed to get. But yes. I was so fortunate that The Colonel came to my rescue. Thanks."
Caleb sighs as you shut the door and locked yourself in your own room of his house in Safehaven.
It's true that he interfered with your mission and you failed to do what you were sent for, but the man you were interrogating was equipped with a weapon that could've left you permamently injured.
What was he supposed to do?
He wasn't going to just watch and wait for you to get hurt.
The man just happened to be a common enemy of the fleet and the hunters association, and it seems that you've crossed paths for a race on whoever could capture him first.
While you technically reached him first, Caleb was the one that took him away and had him in captive with the fleet.
He figured he could just find that man and get the information you need, though it seems your mission was time sensitive and you were supposed to report to the association by tonight.
While he feels bad about you failing to accomplish your mission, he doesn't regret barging in to stop the enemy from hurting you.
His priority has always been you and it will always be you.
Everything that he's ever done is to protect you, even if you're against it. That's why this isn't the first time you've fought.
Ever since you were younger, you'd sometimes get mad at him for doing something that was intended to keep you out of harm's way.
It's nothing new.
Still, no matter how many times it happens, Caleb will always hate the feeling of you being upset with him.
He especially cannot stand it when you pretend he doesn't exist. He'd rather you hit him as hard as you can than act as if you don't see him. Otherwise, what other purpose does he have, if not to provide for you and be by your side?
Caleb made dinner for two, but he's the only one in the dinning room, sitting across an empty chair. It's dead silent aside from the noise of the flying vehicles roaming around outside his house.
He already put food in your plate and filled you a glass of juice, just in case you give in to his attempt to lure you out with the delicious smell of tonight's meal.
Caleb took his time eating. He had sent you texts, with lots of stickers, telling you that dinner is ready and that you can come out of your room now, though not a single message had gotten a reply.
His eyes would constantly dart to your closed door, hoping that it would open and you'd stubbornly come out with a pout on your face, just like what you always do ever since you were little.
He wasn't so lucky tonight.
But that doesn't mean he'll let you starve. You can be mad at him, but at the very least, be angry with a full stomach.
Caleb picked up your plate and drink and set it down on the floor right outside your room.
"Pip-squeak." He knocked a couple of times. "It's fine if you don't want to see me. You don't have to forgive me, but please eat something before you sleep. I'll leave the food outside the door."
He paused for a moment, as an apology almost slipped out of his tongue, though he wants to do it properly when you're face-to-face, so he will wait for a better time.
"Goodnight."
Afterwards, Caleb took a long bath before going to bed. You two had plans to watch movies tonight after your mission, but that was definitely not going to happen now. He had no idea things would end like how it did, and now he's staring at a wall feeling empty.
Around midnight, you quietly stepped out of your room. You brought the dirty, empty dishes back in the kitchen so you can wash them and return them in the storage.
Five steps in the dark kitchen and you almost drop the fragile items on your hands.
There's something lurking in the shadows.
"Ah!"
Your right hand swung up to hit the figure that started to walk towards you, ready to hit them with the plate.
The object was caught easily and snatched right out off your fingers. The light switch clicked and soon your eyes had been greeted by bright white light.
And you learned that the figure that had been bathing in darkness is none other than Caleb, who looked just as freaked out as you.
"Why are you still awake?!" you screeched, putting a hand over your pounding heart. "Why are you out here just standing in the dark like some demon?!"
"I wasn't standing in darkness. I was sitting." he huffs, putting the plate on the counter table. "And I should be asking you the same thing, Pip-squeak. Why are you awake?!"
His eyes suddenly widened and his shoulders stiffened.
"You're...not gonna leave, are you?"
He looked like a sad, kicked puppy that made you feel like a super villain.
"No, I'm not leaving." you replied softly, taking a step closer to him after setting down the empty glass of juice on the counter table. "I was just going to wash these... dinner was delicious.... by the way..."
Caleb let out a sigh of relief before a smile came to his face. "I'm glad you liked it. If you still have room in your stomach, wanna go for dessert? I still have some of the ice cream that you bought last time."
Your eyes lit up at the mention of the sweet dessert. "Yes!"
As the two of you enjoyed the ice cream, Caleb took the opportunity to talk about what happened.
"I'll admit that I don't regret interferring with your work to save you from getting hurt." he started slowly, watching you just in case your mood flips again. "But I am sorry for getting you in trouble."
You shook your head. "I'm over it now, but... you have to remember that I'm also capable of dealing with dangerous guys. I may get hurt, but it's part of my job. You don't have to jump out and save me every time, even though I appreciate it and you, every time."
Caleb sighs, recalling you repeating similar words to him before.
He really does jump out of nowhere to save you a lot — in fact, anytime he can, he does it.
"You're right. I know you've gotten strong, Pip-squeak." he grinned, patting your head. "I'll be sure to remember it. But also, you have to remember... worrying about you is part of my job. That'll never change, even if you become the greatest superhero of the deepspace."
"Heh."
You can't help but laugh because it's true.
That is just how Caleb is.
And it's one of the things that you love about him, despite all the times he pissed you off by being over protective.
"If I become the greatest superhero of Deepspace, will you bring me more ice cream?"
Caleb laughs at your empty bowl. "All you have to do is ask and I shall obey, Pip-squeak."
Once drowsiness finally hit you, you returned to bed and this time, Caleb made sure to cling to you the entire time.
rafayel
You'd been extremely busy for almost two weeks because of a big, intricate mission. It left you very little time to rest, and absolutely no time to go out with your lover.
But once you finally got some freedom, the first thing you did was give him a call, asking him out for lunch.
"It's okay, Miss Bodyguard. You don't have to see me if you don't want to. I know you've been really busy to make any time for me."
Maybe he was just joking or being dramatic as usual, but something about his tone rubbed you the wrong way.
"Okay then. Bye."
The moment the call ended, Rafayel wanted to throw his phone at the wall.
Why did he say that?
He'll admit that he has been sulking, disappointed that he hasn't seen you for days; however, he knows it's not your fault. You're just doing your job, after all.
His mood hasn't been the best lately, and he ended up saying the wrong thing to you. Now, he scared you away from him even more.
He wanted to see you and apologize, but you sounded quite mad and he's certain you don't want to see him at the moment, so it's probably best to leave you alone for now.
Thomas entered the studio and almost tripped over a paintbrush on the floor. The place is even messier than before.
He found Rafayel lying on the couch, wide wake and staring at the ceiling.
"Your studio's getting way too messy. Maybe you should clean up a little."
"It's fine. No one's going to come over anyways."
Thomas was quick to notice his dispirited tone. Rafayel already seemed lonely last week, but this time his mood seems worse.
Another proof of that is the lack of progress on the paintings.
"You haven't started anything new yet?"
"I haven't had any inspiration."
The one hint that Thomas got about what was bringing Rafayel down is the yellow bird plushie right next to him, who he may or may not have been talking to.
"So, it's your Miss Hunter, isn't it?"
It's happened a couple of times before. You two have gotten into arguments before and it usually ends in the same way, with Rafayel sulking like this. This time, it might've lasted longer than usual.
"I don't know what happened, but I suggest seeing her and talking it out."
"I know that. But if she doesn't want to see me.... what if she starts screaming and hitting me when I'm there?"
Or worse, you tell him you hate him.
His stomach tightened with discomfort just by thinking about it.
Thomas chuckles lightly. "So what? You can take it, can't you? Then again, she is a hunter.... and she could kill you...."
Rafayel frowned and froze for a moment.
Then, he suddenly rolls over and drops to the floor before jumping to his feet. "Thomas, you're a genius!" he exclaims, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "I don't care if she stabs me with her sword! I'd survive. but... if I go on another day withour seeing her, I might actually die for real..."
"Hh — sure, I guess..."
"I'm gonna go see her now!"
Thomas watched as he started to scramble and sprint out of the room. "Wait, you should clean up first before — "
"Ow! Who put this paint brush here?!"
You opened the door and Rafayel immediately shields his face with his hands, as if to protect himself from you.
"....I don't know what's going on but I'm a little offended."
You wanted to laugh but you reminded yourself that you're still mad at him.
Or at least, you were.
The moment Rafayel showed up at your doorstep, all you want to do is hug him.
"If you're gonna stab me, do it quickly but at least wait until I say sorry first so it doesn't sound like I'm using my last, dying breath to make it up to you. I mean, I would do that too if I must, but I'd prefer if I don't sound pathetic and gross."
"...what?"
Rafayel pulled himself together and held both of your hands.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I promise I didn't mean it at all. I just missed you a lot and... I.... I might've been...a little grumpy because of it... but I still shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm really sorry."
You softened and held his hands tighter. "I'm sorry too, for snapping so fast and running away. I also wasn't in the best mood."
Rafayel didn't waste another second before pulling you into his arms.
"Let's not do that again. It's stupid and silly and boring."
"Agreed."
He buried his face against your neck and held you tighter for a little longer while your fingers brush his hair from the back.
Rafayel took a moment to feel your warmth.
You're here, right in front of him, after days that felt like months.
Letting you go will be extremely difficult.
"Miss Bodyguard...."
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna come to my house? Reddie misses you...
"Just Reddie?"
"...well, I missed you way more, but you can spare him five minutes of attention. But that's it. The rest of your time is mine."
xavier
For your latest mission, Jenna paired you up with a new hunter that just joined your team. She said she wanted him to learn from you, so he became your temporary partner.
Xavier wasn't quite happy with the captain's decision.
Jenna never said he couldn't join you, right? The new guy can keep following you, but that doesn't mean he has to be alone with you.
Fast forward to the end of the mission, Xavier had been so focused on making sure the new guy keeps a fair distance from you, and the newbie almost got hurt.
You took responsibility and jumped in at the very last moment to save him, leaving you with a minor scratch on your left arm. Nonetheless, the mission was a success.
You confronted Xavier afterwards. You didn't care at all about the scratch, but you were more concerned with him letting his jealousy get in the way of the mission.
Captain Jenna scolded him about not following orders. Although she never specified that he couldn't join you, he still messed with the plan that the team discussed early on. Luckily, he's not deeply in trouble: he'd only been warned not to do it again.
You mostly repeated what Jenna said, but you also told Xavier that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to physically keep your temporary partner away from you, and that you wished he trusted you a little more, especially in a professional environment.
Xavier was unable to come up with a response and like always, whenever he's jealous, dark clouds appeared all around him as he sulks.
You didn't feel like cradling him at the moment, mostly because you felt tired from the mission, and you needed to cool your ahead after all that happened.
You went straight to your apartment after work. Soon after taking a shower, you landed on your bed and welcomed a nap.
Xavier anxiously paces back and forth in his apartment.
He knows you're sleeping because of the fitness watch app that you both use. He decided that he'll wait until you wake up before apologizing, so at the mean time, he's practicing in his head what he'll be saying to you.
You two rarely have arguments because he'd learned to be more straightforward with his thoughts and feelings, but when jealousy comes into play, he still struggles to contain himself. He's working on it, but he's having quite a slow progress.
He'll admit that he might have gone a little overboard today, and he hated that his actions led to you getting hurt, even if it's just a scratch. If only he hadn't gotten in the way.
"...I'm going now."
Unable to wait any longer, Xavier teleports out of his apartment and appears on your balcony — it's become a habit of his.
He found you sleeping on the couch of your living room.
Xavier walked up to you quietly and covered your body with the throw bunched up by your feet. He knelt down on the carpeted floor and admired your features.
He knew he shouldn't get jealous so easily, but how could he not?
He's so deeply in love with you, he can't help but act irrationally sometimes.
But even more, he despises whenever you're upset with him and because of him, so he knows he can't keep behaving drastically all the time whenever another person who shows an ounce of admiration for you comes around.
"You smell like burnt cookies."
Xavier snapped out of his thoughts only to realize that you had woken up.
He took a whiff of his white hoodie and confirmed your observation. "I tried to make you some cookies to make up for earlier but I got distracted and forgot about them...."
And by distracted, he means pacing back and forth across the kitchen while writing his apology speech in his head.
"Pfftt.."
Xavier scratched the back of his head while you laughed loudly. His eyes lit up at the sight of your joy on your face.
"I'm sorry about your cookies." he sighs. "And I'm sorry for acting the way I did earlier. I promise I'll... try not to get jealous..."
You laughed again, this time softer as you leaned forward to brush his hair with your fingers. "The truth is, I don't mind that you get jealous sometimes. Even I get jealous too."
"Really?"
"Really."
He never notices you secretly being bitter whenever someone is clearly attracted to him, though you never act out on your jealousy because he always reassures you that he only has eyes for you.
"It's normal to get jealous." you told him. "But next time.... just make sure not to step out of line and get yourself or anyone innocent in trouble."
Xavier nodded and kissed the palm of your hand that had been combing his hair. "I promise I'll be more responsible from now on."
You smiled and pecked his nose.
"The smell of cookies really got me. Wanna try again? I'll help you this time."
"I'd like that. But first...." he rested his face onto your lap. "Can we just stay like this for a little while? I think I need to recharge."
Your hand returns to combing his soft hair. "Of course."
#so this behavior basically translates to nonstop cuddling of offspring and vocal aggression towards anything that tries to prevent that #tbh i would be delighted to see male protagonists do just this sort of thing (via starfoozle)
She found her reluctant fiance, Erstad, brooding out on the rainy moors.
“Is that a baby rabbit?” she asked, observing his huddled form.
“IT’S SIX BABY RABBITS AND YOU CAN’T TOUCH THEM,” replied Ernstad, contriving to look twice his usual size and at least three times his usual fierceness.
I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you
You and Xavier were sprawled across the bed, controllers in hand as you both battled through the latest game. He lay on his stomach, entirely focused on defeating the boss character, his sweatpants-clad form stretched out before you. As you sat up to adjust your position, you couldn’t help but notice his ass. Without overthinking it, you reached over and slapped his ass.
Smack!
The sound echoed in the quiet room. He nearly dropped his controller, his character immediately dying on-screen as he turned to stare at you with slightly widened eyes—the most expression you’d seen from him all day. The silence between you stretched for a moment, his surprise evident.
“Did you just...?” he asked, voice trailing off.
Without a word, he sat up slowly, placing his controller aside. As you recognized the look in his eyes, you attempted to scramble away. You barely made it three steps before his hand caught your wrist, tugging you back onto the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, the hint of playfulness in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
Before you could formulate a response, he pulled you close. “My turn.”
He returned the favor with a playful slap to your ass, his smile appearing as your surprised laughter filled the room—the forgotten game controller sliding to the floor.
𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
Morning sunlight streamed through the window. The kitchen was quiet except for the gentle sounds of Zayne preparing his tea. The three-piece suit he wore for his presentation later that day accentuated his form perfectly, the tailored pants highlighting his figure as he stood with his back to you. You found yourself admiring the view as he reached for the sugar.
Your hand moved before your brain could intervene.
Smack!
Your hand connected with a satisfying smack against his ass. He gasped softly, his tea sloshed dangerously close to the rim of his mug. He set the mug down before turning to face you, one eyebrow raised in question.
“Was that necessary?” he asked, his voice calm despite the slight flush creeping up his neck.
“Absolutely,” you replied with a grin.
He shook his head, glancing at the tea that had nearly spilled. “You realize that could have ended with second-degree burns on your skin if I had spilled it on you?”
Despite his words of caution, there was a warmth in his eyes that belied his stern tone. He set the kettle down completely, turning his full attention to you.
“Perhaps save such impulses for when I’m not handling scalding liquids,” he suggested, his voice softening. “I’d hate to see you hurt because I couldn’t control my reaction to your... unexpected attention.”
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
Steam filled the bathroom as Rafayel emerged from his shower. A towel hung low on his hips, revealing the dimples at the base of his spine, as he rummaged through his wardrobe for clothes. Water droplets still clung to his skin, catching the light as he moved.
The temptation was too great to resist.
Smack!
You approached silently and delivered one hard slap to his ass. The impact sent him jolting forward, his towel nearly slipping completely off his hips. He grabbed it at the last second, preserving his modesty by mere inches—as if you hadn’t seen everything yet.
He whirled around, eyes wide with surprise. “What the—?” he sputtered, clutching his towel with one hand, and stared at you with an expression of pure surprise. This was the first time you had ever slapped his ass, and he clearly hadn’t seen it coming.
“Wow,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “My Miss Bodyguard is feeling really bold today.” He readjusted his towel, securing it more firmly around his waist as he observed you with newfound interest.
You stepped back, unable to contain your laughter at his expression.
After the initial shock passed, his surprise morphed into amusement, a slow smile spreading across his face as he readjusted his now-precarious towel.
“I didn’t know you had it in you, cutie.”
𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒
Sylus stood with his back to you, carefully dusting his extensive vinyl record collection. Each movement was precise as he worked, completely absorbed in his task of maintaining his prized possessions.
He’s vulnerable when it’s just you, and you won’t let this opportunity pass when the perfect moment presents itself.
Smack!
You stepped forward and delivered a firm slap to his ass—he just sighs, didn’t even flinch or jolt forward. He simply paused in his actions, his hand hovering over a record sleeve for a moment before he slowly turned to face you. The corner of his mouth quivered upward in that infuriating half-smile.
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he regarded you with amused eyes. “Bold move,” he said, setting down the vinyl he’d been holding. “I wouldn’t have expected such... directness from you today.”
His smirk grew as he stepped closer, maintaining eye contact that made your heart race slightly. Your breath caught as he leaned down, lips barely ghosting over your ear. “I suggest you watch your back for the remainder of the day. I always return favors... and mine tend to come when least expected.”
The threat—or was it a promise?—sent your heart racing. He straightened himself, returning to his records as if nothing had happened. Throughout the day, his gaze would linger on you a moment too long, keeping you on edge.
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁
The training room was filled with the sounds of Caleb’s workout as he moved through his routine. You observed from the doorway, admiring the view before you. Sweat glistened on his skin, his training shorts clinging to his form as he cooled down. His form was perfect, as always, and an intrusive thought suddenly demanded action.
Smack!
You approached and delivered a solid slap to his ass before you felt the familiar sensation of his Evol activating—but too late. This rare moment, you managed to catch him off-guard.
His surprised expression quickly morphed into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, look at you! Getting brave when my guard is down,” he said between chuckles, turning to face you with bright eyes. “I must be losing my touch if you can sneak up on me like that.”
His laughter was infectious, and soon you were both grinning like idiots in the middle of the training room.
He wiped his brow with a towel before flinging it around his neck. “I hope you know I’ll be returning the favor,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Fair warning—keep your guard up today.”
Throughout the day, you felt his gaze following you, waiting for the perfect moment. His playful revenge would come when you least expected it—perhaps when you were helping him with dinner, or just as you were falling asleep—his hand delivered a playful smack to your ass as he laughed in satisfaction.
Dad!Zayne is stressed 24/7. He’s trying to embody the idea of “let children do dangerous things safely” but the second he sees your baby climbing a jungle gym, he’s under them telling them to be careful.
Dad!Zayne has read all of the baby books. He maps their development and keeps a scrapbook of it all. He’s joined some online parenting forums for tips. He's ready for parenthood. And then your bundle of joy comes and he's SO NOT READY.
Dad!Zayne doesn’t let you put the kids to bed when he manages to get home on time. He already misses so much because of his work, he needs all the time he can get. He gives them a bath, tucks them in, reads them stories, anything and everything he can to spend time with them.
Dad!Zayne has so many pictures of you and the baby in his office. He’s usually a private man but anyone who’s met him knows about you and the baby. He’s a little awkward about it but he loves to gush about the baby’s development and how great a parent you are.
Dad!Zayne is already planning. He’s got a savings account put away for the baby’s college fund. He’s setting up day care and laying the grounds for private school. You eventually have to tell him to slow down. The baby is still little. He need to enjoy it while he can.
Dad!Zayne hates taking them to the doctor. He tries to hide it but he gets really upset when the baby cries during their first shots. He hates hearing them upset.
Dad!Zayne likes to hold the baby sometimes and just do nothing. He liked to feel their little heartbeat against his chest. Have their little fingers wrapped around his own. You two are his whole world and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.
Summary: Your 4 year old child, is fighting with their dad over you. part 2
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ sylus
The sun had barely crept over the horizon when a small, warm weight landed on your stomach. You let out a soft groan, blinking sleep from your eyes as a tiny giggle filled the air.
“Mama! Wake up!”
A little girl with curly white hair and big red eyes beamed down at you, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. Your daughter, Elena, was already full of energy despite the early hour.
You reached out, gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Sweetheart, it’s too early… come cuddle with us instead.” You said as you hugged your daughter to your chest and laid on your side, using her like a small warm plushie to hold
Elena pouted, but before she could argue, a deep, gravelly voice interrupted.
“Excuse me, little one,” Sylus drawled from behind you, his arm tightening possessively around your waist. “I believe your mother is mine in the mornings.”
Elena huffed, climbing over you to plant herself between the two of you, effectively shoving Sylus away. “No! Mama is mine today.”
Sylus narrowed his dark red eyes, feigning insult. “Oh? And what am I supposed to do, hmm? Spend the morning alone?” He sighed dramatically, running a hand through his white, tousled hair. “How tragic.”
You smothered a laugh as Elena folded her arms, her tiny frame full of defiance. “You have all day with Mama. It’s my turn now! Get out of bed dada”
Sylus turned to you, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Sweetheart, tell our dear daughter that monopolizing her mother isn’t allowed.”
You stretched with a soft yawn, brushing your fingers through Elena’s soft curls before placing a hand on Sylus’ chest. “Sorry, love, but she does have a point.”
Sylus let out an exaggerated groan, flopping onto his back. “Betrayed. By my own wife and child.”
Elena giggled and latched onto your arm. “Come on, Mama! Let’s go make pancakes!”
Before you could even respond, she was already tugging you out of bed. You barely had time to throw on a robe before being dragged toward the kitchen.
Sylus followed at a much slower pace, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway, watching the two of you. His lips twitched in amusement as Elena enthusiastically handed you ingredients, most of which you didn’t even need.
“Flour, eggs, milk,” you listed off, cracking an egg into the bowl.
“And chocolate chips!” Elena added excitedly.
“That wasn’t part of the original plan,” you teased, ruffling her hair.
“But Mama, chocolate makes everything better,” she argued.
You sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. Chocolate it is.”
Elena cheered as you mixed the batter, and soon enough, the scent of warm pancakes filled the kitchen. You plated them neatly, setting them on the table, but before you could sit down, Sylus was already pulling you into his lap.
“Alright, little one,” he said, smirking at Elena. “I was patient. Now it’s my turn.”
Elena gasped. “No fair! You get Mama all the time!”
Sylus held you close, his lips brushing against your temple. “Exactly. Which is why I should get the first bite.”
Elena narrowed her eyes before suddenly grabbing a piece of pancake and stuffing it into your mouth. “Mama gets first bite!”
You nearly choked, laughing as Sylus sighed in mock defeat.
The morning continued like this, the two of them constantly bickering over who got more of your attention. If Sylus wrapped an arm around you, Elena would climb onto your lap. If Elena got you to braid her hair, Sylus would find a way to pull you into a slow, lingering kiss—only for Elena to dramatically cover her eyes and shout, “Eww, Papa!”
It was an endless tug-of-war, but one thing was clear: you were deeply, endlessly loved.
And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Caleb
The day had been long. Between running errands, cleaning up after a particularly chaotic dinner, and making sure your 4-year-old son had actually bathed instead of just splashing water everywhere, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and melt into your pillows.
But, of course, fate—or rather, the two most stubborn males in your life—had other plans.
Just as you pulled back the covers, ready to slide under the sheets, a little whirlwind of energy burst into the room. Your son, Noah, padded in with a determined expression, his favorite stuffed apple plush clutched in one arm.
“I’m sleeping with Mama tonight!” he declared, climbing onto the bed as if he owned it.
You sighed, already sensing the inevitable battle brewing.
“Noah,” you started patiently, “you have your own bed, sweetheart.”
“But I don’t want my own bed,” he pouted, scooting closer. “I wanna sleep here with you.”
Before you could formulate a response, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, and in walked Caleb, still in his colonel uniform, just back from the fleet, arms crossed over his broad chest. His sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on the intruder in his domain.
“Noah,” Caleb said, voice edged with authority. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Noah puffed out his little chest, glaring up at his father. “I’m sleeping with Mama.”
Caleb raised a brow. “No, you’re not. I sleep with Mama.”
“Well, not tonight.”
“Yes, tonight.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Are you two seriously about to argue over this?”
Neither of them responded. Instead, they were locked in a silent battle of wills, Caleb towering over Noah, while Noah, unafraid, jutted his chin out defiantly.
“I got here first,” Noah announced.
“I’ve been here for years,” Caleb countered, placing a knee on the bed as if preparing for battle.
Noah tightened his grip on his stuffed apple plush. “Mama likes cuddling with me more!”
“Excuse me?” Caleb scoffed. “I am a very good cuddler. The best.”
“No, you’re too big! You take up all the space!”
“I do not—”
“You do! And you snore!”
Caleb looked personally offended. “I do not snore.”
“Yes, you do,” you cut in, unable to hold back your smirk.
Caleb’s mouth fell open, betrayal clear on his face. “Sweetheart—”
“It’s true, Daddy,” Noah added smugly. “You sound like a big grumpy bear.”
Caleb scowled. “I am a big grumpy bear.”
“I don’t wanna sleep with a grumpy bear.”
“I don’t wanna sleep with a tiny bed hog.”
Noah gasped dramatically. “I am not a bed hog!”
You sighed, leaning back against the pillows. watching the two go on and on “Alright, enough.”
Both of them snapped their heads toward you, watching as you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration.
“You two fight over me every single night. And honestly?” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed. “I’m sick of it.”
Caleb and Noah blinked.
“What?” Noah asked innocently.
You grabbed two pillows from the bed, shoving one into Caleb’s hands and the other into Noah’s tiny arms.
“You two can take this argument somewhere else.” You gestured toward the door. “Both of you—out.”
Noah’s jaw dropped. “But—”
Caleb furrowed his brows. “You’re kicking me out, too?”
“Yes. Out. Both of you.”
“But Mama—”
“No buts! I am going to sleep alone, in peace, without a four-year-old climbing all over me or a six-foot colonel trying to wrap himself around me like an octopus.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Go fight over who gets the couch.”
Caleb narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
Noah smirked. “Guess I’ll get the couch, then.”
“Oh no, you won’t,” Caleb shot back.
You sighed and physically pushed both of them toward the door. “Out.”
Noah whimpered. “Mama, wait—”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” You kissed his forehead before turning to Caleb. “And you—” You gave him a pointed glare. “Good. Night.”
Caleb exhaled through his nose, clearly displeased with the outcome. “This is mutiny.”
“Call it whatever you want, Colonel, but it’s happening.”
With that, you shut the door in their faces.
For a moment, there was silence. Then—
“This is your fault,” Caleb muttered.
“I still get the couch,” Noah replied smugly.
You grinned, sinking into your blissfully empty bed, enjoying the first real night of uninterrupted sleep in weeks.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Rafayel
Life with Rafayel was never dull. Being married to one of the most renowned artists in the world came with its own set of challenges—his erratic work schedule, his bursts of inspiration at ungodly hours, and, of course, the ever-looming threat of someone discovering his biggest secret.
Rafayel wasn’t just a celebrated painter, sculptor, and occasional recluse. he was also a Lemurian—a species of deep-sea mermen that most humans believed to be myths. Lemurians were creatures of the ocean, rarely venturing into the human world.
But Rafayel had. He had chosen to leave behind the waves, to live among humans, to build a life with you. And together, you had a daughter—little Seraphina—who had inherited his everything. His attitude, his stupidly handsome face shape, his genes left nothing for yours to take root in seraphina.
And now, the two of them were bickering. Again.
You rubbed your temples, exhaling deeply. “Can you two please stop fighting over me for five minutes?”
Rafayel, ever the dramatic artist, was sprawled on the couch with a faux-wounded expression, his purple hair draped over his face. “I cannot believe this betrayal,” he murmured. “I, your devoted husband, have been abandoned.”
Seraphina, all four years of attitude and tiny hands on her hips, stood her ground. “You had Mama all day! It’s my turn!”
Rafayel gasped, looking personally offended. “Excuse me, little guppy, but I believe it is always my turn.”
Seraphina pouted, her violet eyes—exactly like her father’s—narrowing. “Mama played with me first.”
“Mama kissed me first this morning.”
“Well—Mama let me sit on their lap while we ate breakfast.”
“Mama lets me sleep in the bed next to them.”
You groaned. “Rafayel, she’s four.”
“And?” He arched a perfect brow. “She must learn that a wife’s love belongs to her husband first.”
Seraphina huffed, turning to you with pleading eyes. “Mama, tell Daddy he’s being mean.”
You sighed, knowing full well that no answer would satisfy either of them.
Rafayel rolled onto his side, reaching a hand toward you as if on his deathbed. “My love, tell our traitorous offspring that no one can replace me in your heart.”
“I am not a traitor!” Seraphina stomped a tiny foot. “Mama loves me so much! Even more than you!”
Rafayel sat up instantly. “Oh, now that’s where you’re wrong.”
“No, I’m right!”
“You wish, little one.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, wondering how your life had come to this—caught between two extremely possessive, competitive merfolk.
Seraphina suddenly latched onto your leg, wrapping herself around it like a tiny octopus. “Mine,” she declared.
Rafayel narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
Seraphina stuck her tongue out at him.
Rafayel smirked. “Well then.” He cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms. “If that’s how you want to play it.”
In one swift motion, he scooped Seraphina up, ignoring her protests as he carried her toward the glass doors leading to the backyard’s infinity pool—built deep enough to accommodate his real form.
Seraphina’s eyes widened. “Wait—WAIT! What are you doing?!”
Rafayel grinned mischievously. “Throwing you back into the sea where you belong, little guppy.”
“NOOO!”
You laughed, watching as Seraphina clung to her father’s arm, suddenly realizing her fight for dominance might have backfired.
“Say it,” Rafayel teased, holding her above the water. “Say I win.”
Seraphina squirmed. “Never!”
Rafayel raised a brow. “Alright then—”
“MAMA HELP!”
You folded your arms, amused. “This seems like a father-daughter matter.”
Seraphina gasped at your betrayal. “Mama, no!”
Rafayel gave you a smug look. “Oh, so now you need me, hmm?”
Seraphina groaned dramatically before finally giving in. “Fiiiiiine. You win.”
Rafayel set her back on the ground, ruffling her purple hair. “That’s my girl.”
She huffed but then immediately clung to your side again. “But Mama still loves me more.”
Rafayel scoffed. “Dream on, little guppy.”
You sighed, shaking your head. This was your life now.
Summary: Your 4 year old child, is fighting with their dad over you.
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Zayne
Life with Dr. Zayne was always interesting, to say the least. As a renowned cardiac surgeon, your husband was the epitome of composure—calm under pressure, precise in everything he did, and a man of very few words. He wasn’t cold, not at all, but he had never been particularly good at expressing himself.
Neither was your four-year-old son, Elias.
Where other children were loud and expressive, Elias was quiet—watchful and reserved, much like his father. He rarely spoke in full sentences, preferring nods, small gestures, or simple actions to communicate his wants, And right now?
Right now, you were caught in the middle of a silent battle between the two.
Zayne, sitting on the couch beside you, reached out and lightly held your wrist, his way of silently reminding you that you were his wife first.
Elias, seated on your other side, scooted closer, grabbing your other hand and clutching it tightly.
Neither said a word.
You blinked between them, feeling the tension thickening. “Okay,” you sighed, rubbing your temple. “What is happening?”
Elias glanced at Zayne. Zayne met his son’s stare with an impassive gaze, sharp blue eyes unreadable.
It was an unspoken showdown.
Elias would get his Mama time.
Zayne would not be overthrown.
You would lose your mind.
“Zayne,” you exhaled, “you’ve been with me all day. Let Elias have some time.”
Zayne blinked. “I was at the hospital for fourteen hours.”
You frowned. “Okay, but before that—”
“I was sleeping.”
Elias suddenly gave you a tiny tug. See? He was saying. It’s my turn.
You sighed. “Alright, how about—”
But before you could finish, Elias abruptly stood up. His little hands patted Zayne’s knee—a quiet gesture.
Zayne raised a brow.
“…What?”
Elias pointed toward the kitchen. “Water.”
Zayne’s brows furrowed slightly, but after a moment, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen. “Alright,” he said simply.
The moment he was out of the room, Elias moved fast.
With a determined expression, he bolted toward the door, slammed it shut, and—click!
He locked it.
You stared in shock.
Elias calmly walked back over to you, climbed onto your lap, and curled into you like nothing had happened.
You heard a soft thud from the other side of the door.
“…Elias.” Zayne’s composed voice sounded from the hall. “Unlock the door.”
Silence.
“Elias.”
Your son nuzzled into your chest, looking completely content.
You pressed a hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to laugh. “Elias,” you whispered, “that wasn’t very nice.”
Elias clung to you tighter.
“…I want Mama.”
You felt your heart melt a little.
A sigh came from behind the door. “Elias.”
Elias was completely unbothered.
“Elias,” Zayne repeated. “This is not how you solve problems.”
Elias blinked up at you, then whispered softly, “Worked.”
You snorted.
Zayne was silent for a long moment.
Then, he sighed. “Understood.”
Footsteps.
“…I’ll be in my office.”
Elias waited until the sound disappeared, then finally looked up at you, victorious.
You ruffled his dark hair. “You’re a menace, you know that?”
Elias nestled into you. “Mm.”
But you knew what that meant.
It was worth it.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Xavier
The twins were on a mission.
A very important mission. A mission that required stealth, patience, and strategy.
Objective: Get rid of Dad.
Target: Xavier, high-ranked Hunter of the Hunter Association—a man feared and respected by his colleagues, and annoying to his four-year-old twins, Leo and Livia.
Why?
Because he was hogging their Mama.
Xavier, for all his reputation as a ruthless Wanderer hunter, was easygoing at home. Most of the time, he lounged on the couch, half-asleep, draped over you like a human-sized cat. The whole reason he did not quit his job was because he had you at the morning aswell, when you two left the house for work.
And the twins hated it.
“Mama should be ours,” Leo whispered to his sister as they peeked from behind the couch.
Livia nodded, her greenish-blue eyes gleaming with determination. “Dad needs to go.”
The two of them turned their heads, staring at the problem.
Xavier was sitting lazily on the couch, one arm wrapped around you, face buried in your shoulder, half-asleep as usual.
You were used to it by now. Your jealous of himself, touch-starved, sleepy husband clinging to you whenever he had a break? Completely normal.
But to the twins? Unacceptable.
Phase One: Distraction.
Livia moved first. She scurried forward, grabbing your hands. “Mama, I want hugs!”
Xavier lazily cracked an eye open. His grip tightened slightly.
“I’m hugging them right now,” he murmured.
Livia pouted. “Yeah, but I want my own.”
Xavier blinked slowly, looking half a second away from falling asleep again. “…I don’t see why we can’t share.”
Leo gave his sister a look. Plan A failed. Time for Plan B.
Phase Two: Use Dad’s Weakness Against Him.
Livia stepped forward, pulling on Xavier’s sleeve. “Dad.”
Xavier yawned, rubbing his eye. “Mm?”
“Mom’s hungry.”
Your eyes widened. “Wait, no, I’m not—”
Xavier immediately sat up. “You should’ve said something earlier.”
Leo stayed perfectly calm. “You should cook dad. we all love it.”
Xavier stared at his son, silent for a long moment.
“…I should cook?”
Livia nodded furiously, her expression full of fake innocence. “Yeah, Mama loves when you cook! We love it too!”
You coughed, trying very hard not to laugh. That was a lie. The last time he cooked for the twins, a plate accidentally fell off the table and broke, and the food on the other plate mysteriously disappeared.
Xavier sucked at cooking.
Like, horribly.
The last time he cooked, he had somehow burned water. if that wasn't bad enough, he had melted the plastic off of pans you owned.
But, in his half-asleep state, he nodded. “Alright,” he muttered, standing up sluggishly. “I’ll make something.”
Mission Success.
As soon as Xavier disappeared into the kitchen, the twins latched onto you like leeches.
“Mamaaaa,” Livia whined, burying her face into your chest. “You were with Dad all day.”
Leo nodded seriously. “Unfair.”
You chuckled, ruffling their messy blond hair. “You two are too much.”
“Mama, I want all your hugs,” Livia grumbled.
“Me too,” Leo added.
You sighed, shaking your head. “You two are just like your dad.”
Just as the twins were about to settle in, the sound of something exploding came from the kitchen.
All three of you froze.
A moment later, Xavier walked back in, completely unfazed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“…I think I used the wrong burner.”
Leo and Livia groaned.
Mission Status: Failure.
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Zayne sat in the doctor’s lounge, his phone pressed to his ear as he listened to the call ring. Once. Twice. Then—
Call Declined.
His brows furrowed slightly. His hands, steady enough to perform the most delicate heart surgeries, tightened around the phone. He tried again.
Ring. Ring.
Call Declined.
Zayne exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip relaxing, Maybe you were busy. You were probably playing with Elias or cooking dinner Mayne in the shower? He wasn’t the type to overthink, but something about the repeated declines made his stomach twist in a way he wasn’t happy about.
Still, he didn’t want to be a nuisance or cause you unnecessary troubles. He wasn’t the type to text “Call me” like other husbands either, He just sat there for a moment, staring at his phone, before getting up and heading back to work.
He had patients waiting.
Back home, Elias sat cross-legged on the couch, his tiny fingers curled around your phone. Every time it vibrated, his eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he pressed the red button.
“Papa’s calling,” you pointed out, watching from the kitchen as Elias, without a second thought, hung up again.
He didn’t say a word. Just held the phone like a little dragon hoarding treasure.
You wiped your hands on a towel and walked over, sitting beside him. “Sweetheart, why are you declining Papa’s calls?”
Elias finally looked up at you. His expression was unreadable—so much like Zayne’s that it almost made you laugh. After a moment, he mumbled, “He’s busy.”
You blinked. “That’s why you’re hanging up on him?”
A short nod.
Your heart softened. Elias was a quiet child, much like his father, and even at four years old, he had an odd way of thinking. He wasn’t upset. He wasn’t being stubborn. In his little mind, he just thought he was helping.
You smiled and ran a hand through his soft raven colored hair. “Baby, Papa wouldn’t call if he didn’t want to talk. He’s probably on a break and missing us.”
Elias frowned slightly, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him. He shifted on the couch, staring at the phone. “…Oh.”
You chuckled. “Should we call him back?”
Elias hesitated, then nodded.
Zayne was halfway through reviewing a patient’s chart when his phone vibrated.
Incoming Call: My Love
His fingers moved instinctively, answering before the first ring finished. “Hello?”
“Papa.”
Zayne blinked. It wasn’t you. It was Elias.
The little voice on the other end sounded almost… guilty?
“Elias.” Zayne glanced at the time. “You should be in bed soon.”
A pause. Then, in a quieter voice, “…I hung up your calls.”
Zayne froze. He hadn’t expected that. His first instinct was to ask why, but before he could, Elias continued.
“You were busy. I didn’t wanna bother you.”
Zayne’s grip on the phone tightened. He looked down at his hands, But right now, his own heart ached in a different way.
He wasn’t good with words. Never had been. But there was one thing he knew.
“Elias.” His voice was firm, steady. “You never bother me.”
Another pause.
Then, a quiet, “…Oh.”
Zayne exhaled. “Is Mama there?”
You took the phone, laughing softly. “Your son thought he was being considerate.”
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course he did.” His voice was softer than usual. “Tell him he can always pick up my calls.”
“I think he understands now.” You turned to Elias, who was now curled against your side, looking deep in thought. “Say goodnight to Papa.”
Elias hesitated, then muttered, “Goodnight, Papa.”
Zayne swallowed. He wished he was home.
“Goodnight, Elias. I’ll see you in the morning.”
When Zayne finally stepped through the door that night, the house was quiet. You were already in bed, and Elias was asleep in his room.
Or so he thought.
As he passed Elias’ door, a tiny voice mumbled, “…father?”
Zayne stopped. Slowly, he pushed the door open.
Elias was sitting up in bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Zayne hesitated. He wasn’t good at this. But he walked inside, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out with his small hands and grabbed onto Zayne’s sleeve. Not saying anything, just… holding on.
Zayne stared at him before sitting on the edge of his bed.
Then, without a word, he gently rested a hand on his son’s head.
It wasn’t much.
But for them, it was enough.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Xavier
Xavier stood in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield, his sword still dripping as he exhaled. The fight had been over in minutes—another nest of Wanderers cleared out.
He wasn’t in a hurry to return to headquarters. Instead, he yawned and pulled out his phone, pressing your number.
Ring. Ring.
Call Declined.
Xavier stared at the screen, brow twitching slightly. That was odd. He tried again.
Call Declined.
The corner of his mouth twitched. He wasn’t a man prone to overreaction, but something about his own family declining his calls irritated him. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe you were busy. Maybe—
He teleported.
One second, he was in a ruined village surrounded by monster corpses. The next, he was in the living room of his own home.
The sight that greeted him made his left eye twitch.
Leo and Livia—his five-year-old twins—were sitting on the couch, your phone between them, giggling.
Livia saw him first. Her eyes widened, and she smacked Leo’s arm. “Abort mission! Papa’s here!”
Leo nearly dropped the phone. “Crap.”
Xavier didn’t speak for a moment. He simply stared, exhausted, disappointed, and vaguely impressed all at once. “…You two.”
The twins immediately shot to their feet, but it was too late. He was already in front of them, towering over their tiny forms. His sword was still strapped to his back, his hunter uniform stained with dried Wanderer blood.
They didn’t look scared. If anything, they looked ready to bolt.
“…Explain.” His voice was even, calm—but that made it worse.
The twins exchanged glances before Livia, ever the mastermind, said, “Mom said you were busy!”
Leo nodded rapidly. “Yeah! You were fighting monsters, right? We didn’t wanna bother you!”
Xavier sighed through his nose, rubbing his temples. “You declined my calls.”
Livia pouted. “Well… yeah.”
He inhaled deeply. He was not good at this. Discipline, affection—none of it came naturally to him. He could gut a monster in seconds, but parenting? That was an entirely different battlefield.
He crossed his arms, giving them a firm look. “That’s not happening again.”
Leo groaned. “But why? You never talk much anyway!”
Xavier blinked. He squatted down to their level, eyes narrowing. “You have a death wish, don’t you?”
Livia elbowed Leo. “Idiot. Now we’re really in trouble.”
Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, exhausted beyond belief. He should just pick them up and force them into a timeout—he had the strength for it. But before he could, Livia clapped her hands together.
“Leo, Plan B!”
Leo gasped. “Yes, Plan B!”
Xavier frowned. “What the—”
Before he could react, Livia sprinted left while Leo ran right.
Teleportation was an option, but honestly? He was too damn tired. He just sighed and walked toward the kitchen, knowing exactly where they’d end up.
And there you were, standing at the counter, watching the chaos unfold like it was a normal Tuesday.
Without looking at him, you asked, “I take it you figured out why your calls weren’t getting through?”
Xavier leaned against the counter, exhaling. “Your kids are demons.”
You raised a brow. “My kids?”
He gave you a tired look. “They didn’t get it from me.”
Before you could argue, the sound of a crash echoed from upstairs.
A beat of silence. Then Leo’s voice: “I’LL FIX IT, I PROMISE!”
Xavier closed his eyes, counting to ten.
An hour later, the twins sat on the couch, pouting as Xavier stood in front of them. He wasn’t a loud father. He didn’t yell. But his silent disappointment was somehow worse.
“You’re not getting out of this,” he finally said.
Livia crossed her arms. “It was for a good reason.”
“It was for a stupid reason.”
Leo kicked his legs. “But we didn’t wanna distract you.”
Xavier sighed, rubbing his face. “…You’re my kids. You can always talk to me.”
Livia blinked. “Even when you’re fighting monsters?”
He crouched down, staring at them. “Especially then.”
For the first time, the twins looked guilty.
Xavier softened just a fraction. He wasn’t great at showing affection to kids. He wasn’t the type to hug them randomly or constantly hold them. But he reached out, ruffling their hair roughly or cuddle up with his little demons.
“Next time you hang up on me, I’m making you run laps.”
Leo gasped. “That’s child labor!”
Livia clutched her chest. “You’re cruel, Father.”
Xavier stood, sighing. “You’ll live.”
That night, when the twins were asleep, Xavier sat beside you in bed, rubbing his temples.
“I don’t know how to handle them.”
You smiled, playing with his hair. “You’re doing fine.”
He scoffed. “They don’t listen to me at all.”
You chuckled. “They do. They just like pushing your buttons.”
Xavier sighed, leaning into your touch. “…Next time they ignore my calls, I’m teleporting them into a cold lake.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Sure you are.”
Xavier didn’t respond. He just yawned, closed his eyes, and finally—finally—slept.
Zayne's son is so considerate, he probably hears that his Papa is busy all the time and doesn't want to be a bother, it's good they had that talk so he can have some more time with his Papa 💗
It's just Xavier's luck that he'd get two hyperactive kiddos. Poor man just wants some cuddles and sleep, yet he's got twins tag teaming chaos. He can lead a team and a planet, yet is still working on how to work with kids, yet you can see how hard he tries 💗
Summary: Your husband is calling your phone, but a little gremlin keeps declining it.
Requested by: @mitskunicheesecake
Notes: part 2 is now out
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Sylus
Sylus sat in his office, fingers drumming against the desk as he stared at his phone. His calls kept going to voicemail. No, not voicemail—his calls were being declined.
He narrowed his eyes, dialing again.
"Come on, sweetheart, pick up," he muttered under his breath.
The phone rang once. Twice. Then—
Call declined.
Sylus exhaled sharply through his nose, irritation prickling beneath his skin. He had told you to keep your phone close. You were out running errands, and he didn’t like when he couldn’t reach you. With the kind of business he ran, being unreachable meant something could be wrong.
Still, he tried again.
Declined.
His jaw tightened.
This time, instead of calling again, he switched to texting.
Sylus: Sweetheart, answer your phone.
No response.
A muscle in his jaw twitched. He was about to send luke and kieran. Then, A message.
Your Number: No.
Sylus blinked.
No?
His fingers immediately moved to type, but before he could, another message came through.
Your Number: Go away.
His eyes narrowed. That didn’t sound like you. Not exactly. What happened to you? Did E.V.E.R get their hands on you?
His phone rang. A video call.
He answered immediately, expecting to see your face. Instead, a small figure appeared on the screen, curled up on your side of the bed, holding your phone in tiny hands. Their round face scrunched up in annoyance.
"Daddy," Elena huffed. "Stop calling Mommy."
Sylus let out a slow breath, his irritation flickering into something amused. "Is that why my calls are being declined?"
Elena nodded, her little fingers tapping at the screen. "You’re too loud. Mommy’s busy. She said she’ll be home soon."
Sylus leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand down his face. "You’re hanging up on me, aren’t you?"
"Uh-huh," she said sweetly. "Bye-bye, Daddy. I wanna watch yutuube"
The call ended.
Sylus stared at his phone for a long moment, his amusement fading into something else. His little girl had declined him—multiple times. And worse, she hadn’t even looked guilty about it.
With a sigh, he pushed back his chair and stood. Work could wait.
When Sylus stepped into the house, it was quiet.
He slipped off his jacket, draping it over the couch before making his way to the bedroom. The door was slightly open, and when he pushed it wider, he found his daughter still curled up in bed, your phone clutched in her small hands.
She looked up, her big red eyes widening when she saw him.
"Daddy!"
"Princess," Sylus said, voice slow, deliberate. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she quickly tucked the phone under the pillow. "I see you’ve been busy."
She blinked, tilting her head. "Mommy is busy," she corrected.
"Is that so?" He reached forward and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap despite her squeal of protest. "Now, tell me, Princess. What should I do with a little girl who ignores her father?"
She squirmed. "Nothing!"
"Nothing?" His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make her giggle again. "Are you sure about that?"
Elena kicked her legs, laughter bubbling up. "Okay! Okay! I won’t do it again!"
Sylus smirked before giving her forehead a kiss. "That’s what I thought."
Just then, the sound of the front door opening made them both pause.
"Mommy’s home!" his daughter gasped, suddenly wiggling out of his grip. She scrambled off the bed and ran toward the door.
"Kids and their videos these days" Sylus let out an amused huff before going to greet you at the door.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Caleb
Caleb sat in his office, his uniform jacket draped over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up as he stared at his phone. His brows furrowed as he hit redial.
Once. Twice.
Declined.
His jaw tensed.
He tried again.
Declined.
Caleb leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. He knew you were out shopping, the messages were lighting up his phone
"thank you for your purchase at xxx store"
but you had given Noah the phone in case he needed anything, the shops were noisy and you couldn't hear the ringing
So why the hell was his own wife declining his calls, did something happen to you?
He dialed again. This time, instead of a decline, the call went through—but no one spoke. He could hear faint background noise, you were definitely outside.
"Y/n?" Caleb said, voice firm.
A beat of silence. Then, a small huff.
"Daddy, stop calling," Noah finally said.
Caleb blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You’re calling too much," Noah complained. "Mommy said we’d call you if we needed something."
Caleb pinched the bridge of his nose. "And what if I need something, huh?"
Another pause. Then Noah sighed dramatically. "What do you need, Daddy?"
Oh, this little—
Caleb exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. "Put Mommy on the phone."
"No."
Caleb froze. "Noah—"
"Mommy’s busy," Noah said in a tone that was far too smug for a four-year-old. "She’s looking at boring grown-up stuff. And you’re distracting us."
Caleb clenched his jaw. "I am your father, Noah."
"Yeah, I know," Noah said casually. "But Mommy said ugh, Caleb is calling again and told me to ignore it."
Caleb’s eye twitched. "She said that?"
"Uh-huh."
"…Are you lying to me?"
A long pause. Then, a quiet, "Maybe."
Caleb let out a slow breath. "Noah."
Noah giggled, and before Caleb could say another word, the call ended, Caleb stared at the blank screen.
As soon as he stepped inside, he heard Noah’s laughter coming from the living room. He walked in to find him sprawled on the couch with a snack in hand, looking far too comfortable.
Noah turned his head, eyes widening when he saw Caleb. He immediately sat up, gripping the phone he had confiscated like it was a lifeline.
"Daddy!"
"Son," Caleb said, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze held no mercy. "We need to talk."
Noah scrambled off the couch. "Uh—Mommy! Daddy’s home!"
Caleb caught him by the back of his shirt before he could escape. "Nice try, bud. You and I have unfinished business."
Noah wriggled in Caleb’s grip, his small hands flailing. “I didn’t do anything!”
Caleb arched a brow. “Didn’t do anything? Didn’t do anything?” His voice was calm, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “Son, you declined my calls like I was some kind of scam number.”
Noah squirmed harder. “You called too much!”
Caleb exhaled through his nose. “I called twice.”
“Exactly! Too much!”
Caleb stared at him, unimpressed. “You’re gonna stand here and tell me you had zero problem ignoring your father?”
Noah hesitated. “Uhh…” His grip on the phone tightened. “I just—Mommy was busy! And you always talk forever!”
Caleb scoffed. “Forever? I would’ve been on for two minutes. That’s not forever.”
Noah puffed his cheeks. “It is when I was watching cartoons.”
Caleb took a deep breath, rubbing a hand down his face. “I can’t believe this. My own son, my own blood, betraying me like this.”
Noah huffed. “I had to, Daddy.”
Caleb let out a dry chuckle, crouching so he was at Noah’s level. “Had to? Had to hang up on me? Where did you learn that, huh? You got someone else teaching you bad habits? That a bad influence I need to deal with?”
Noah shifted guiltily. “Nooo…”
Caleb narrowed his eyes. “Are you lying to me again, Noah?”
Noah swallowed. “Maybe.”
“Unbelievable,” Caleb muttered, shaking his head. He pointed at the phone clutched in Noah’s hands. “Hand it over, soldier.”
Noah gasped, gripping it tighter. “No!”
“I outrank you, kid,” Caleb warned, voice low. “Don’t make me use my colonel voice.”
Noah’s lips wobbled. “But—but—”
“Three… Two…”
With a dramatic whimper, Noah finally surrendered the phone. Caleb took it and stuffed it in his pocket. “Now, what do we say?”
Noah shifted on his feet. “...Sorry?”
Caleb nodded. “That’s right. And?”
Noah sighed heavily, like Caleb was really putting him through it. “I won’t hang up on you again.”
Caleb smirked. “Good. Now, what should your punishment be?”
Noah gasped. “Punishment?! Daddy, no! It was a mistake!”
Caleb tapped his chin. “Hmm… I could make you do laps in the backyard. Maybe push-ups. Or—" his eyes gleamed—"no dessert for a week.”
Noah gasped again, even more dramatically. “Mommy!” he wailed, turning toward the kitchen. “Daddy’s being a tyrant!”
Before Caleb could grab him again, Noah sprinted off, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could.
A second later, you poked your head out of the bedroom, blinking. “What’s happening?”
Caleb sighed, standing up. “Your son is staging a rebellion.”
Noah clung to your leg. “Mommy, Daddy’s bullying me!”
You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at Caleb. “Are you bullying our son?”
Caleb smirked. “Teaching him discipline.”
Noah tugged your sleeve. “Mommy, I was so good today.”
Caleb barked a laugh. “Yeah? Good at declining my calls.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “Caleb, you’re an adult. You shouldn’t be getting into power struggles with a four-year-old.”
Caleb scoffed. “He started it.”
Noah giggled from behind your leg.
You groaned, rubbing your temple. “You two are exhausting.”
Caleb smirked, stepping closer to wrap an arm around your waist. “And yet, you love us.”
Noah nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh! Right, Mommy?”
You sighed, looking between them. “Unfortunately.”
Caleb chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before ruffling Noah’s hair. “You’re lucky your mom’s here to protect you, kid.”
Noah grinned up at him. “I know!”
Caleb shook his head, amused. “Unbelievable.”
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Rafayel
You had been invited to an exclusive art exhibition downtown—one that featured some of Rafayel’s earlier works. Since he despised public events and would rather gouge his own eyes out than attend, and Thomas would respectfully gouge out rafayel's eyes if he did not attend, you went in his place, both to support him and to keep up appearances.
Seraphina, your four-year-old daughter, had come along for the car ride but quickly grew bored when you arrived. The moment she saw the endless rows of paintings and the adults murmuring about “artistic depth” and “symbolic brush strokes,” she looked up at you, unimpressed.
“Mommy, this is so boring.”
You sighed, crouching down to smooth out her dress. “I know, sweetheart, but it won’t take long. Daddy worked hard on these paintings, and I have to talk to some of the nice people here, okay?”
Seraphina pouted. “But I don’t care about paintings. I wanna watch cartoons.”
You pulled out your phone and handed it to her. “Here. You can call Daddy if you need anything, alright?”
Her eyes lit up as she clutched the phone. “Okay!”
You smiled, kissing her forehead as you left her at the staff room and locked the door with your keycard so no one could enter other than Thomas, after everything was secure you turned toward the exhibition hall.
—
Back home, Rafayel was in his studio, adding the final details to a massive canvas when his phone vibrated. He wiped the paint off his hands and glanced at the screen.
Landlubber 💜 is calling…
A small smile tugged at his lips as he answered. “Sweetheart, are you finished already?”
Silence.
Then—
Click.
The call ended.
Rafayel blinked, staring at his phone.
What?
He lowered the device, then brought it back up, frowning. Had the signal dropped?
Before he could think too much about it, the phone vibrated again.
Landlubber 💜 is calling…
He answered immediately. “Sweetheart?”
Silence.
Rafayel stared at the phone in disbelief.
What the hell is going on?
The phone buzzed again.
This time, he answered with narrowed eyes. “If you hang up on me again—”
“Oh. Hi, Daddy.”
Rafayel exhaled through his nose. “Seraphina.”
His daughter hummed in acknowledgment.
“Why are you calling me just to hang up?” he asked, his voice carefully restrained. “Is everything alright?”
“I didn’t hang up,” she said cheerfully. “I was just checking.”
“Checking what?”
“If you’d answer.”
Rafayel pinched the bridge of his nose. “Seraphina—”
“I miss you, Daddy.”
Rafayel’s frustration wavered, replaced with something softer.
He leaned against his desk, rubbing a hand down his face. “I miss you too, little fish.”
“Then come get me.”
Rafayel sighed, he could already imagine thomas chasing him down the exhibition “I can’t. Mommy is working in my place.”
“But I’m not. Please daddy” She whined.
“Mommy will bring you home soon.”
Seraphina made a displeased noise. “That’s too long.”
There was a pause. Then, her voice turned thoughtful. “Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re not painting without me, are you?”
Rafayel glanced at his half-finished canvas. With a pause he answered. “Of course not.”
Seraphina gasped. “You are!”
“I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t deny it!”
Rafayel chuckled. “You caught me.”
Seraphina huffed. “That’s not fair. You promised we’d paint together!”
“And we will,” he assured her. “I’ll wait for you.”
Another pause. Then—
“Okay. But no touching the pink paint.”
“No pink,” Rafayel agreed solemnly.
“Or the sparkles.”
“No sparkles.”
Seraphina hummed. “Alright. You’re forgiven.”
Rafayel smirked. “Good.”
There was a brief silence before he heard her yawn.
“You sleepy?” he asked.
“…No.”
He smiled knowingly. “Close your eyes, little fish.”
Seraphina whined. “But I wanna talk to you.”
“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
“…Promise?”
“Promise.”
A beat of silence. Then, a soft rustling as Seraphina got comfortable.
“Okay,” she murmured.
Rafayel listened to her breathing slow, his heart aching with warmth.
He didn’t hang up. Not yet.
Instead, he stayed on the line, listening to the quiet rise and fall of his daughter’s breath.
unedited. wrote this while taking a break from finishing his fic bc I forget just how rich Sylus is.
It's rare, but occasionally Sylus gets you mad. And the victim of your rage isn't him... but his bank account — specifically, the black card he's given you to use.
"Serves him right. I hope you go broke," you bitterly muttered, purchasing whatever comes to sight.
Usually, you're adamant about not using his money, specifically this card, despite his constant reminder to use it without guilt.
But when he finally comes home, days without warning or contacting you, with his clothes covered in blood and face full of exhaustion, that breaks the camel's back for you.
The result —
A new dining set, this time plated with gold. -$5k.
A new set of diamonds and pearls. -$9k.
A new Camaleonda sofa set. -$25k.
A Hästens bed set that you'll be using alone. -$150,000k.
So when Sylus gets a phone call asking if these purchases were fraudulent or if he would want to lock his card in case it was stolen, he chuckles while he taps his finger on his desk, smirking.
cute. so so cute.
He informs the banker on the other line, “No, run those purchases through."
"But sir, are you sure...? Whoever this is, they've also purchased 100 kitty plushies?"
Unfazed, Sylus responded, "That’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. She’s cute, no?”
"I-I see."
How adorable and naive were you to think this would ever bother him — no, it excited him even more whenever you decided to challenge him, especially when you didn't allow him to touch you ever since he's gotten back.
And before he ends the call, he orders, "Send me a list of what she purchases, and make a transfer into that account so she could spend more."
Not too long after, you receive a text from him.
From: Don't You Dare Get Weak And Call Him First 🔪
I expedited that bed, Kitten.
But why don't we put it to good use and give your new plushies a good show, Sweetie?
Tonight.
This is a man who takes pride in providing for his lover and his family. Man, MC was way off the bat in thinking that this would be a good punishment 🤣
I'm paying my internet bill for you to use MY bandwidth to put your horrid images and videos on MY screen, draining MY device's power, wasting MY time? 10000 giant murder hornets forever.
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