This is a Hannibal x reader x Will story rewritingish by each episode of the show. I took some scenes directly and made up some of my own as well! I am no where near as talented as any of the actual people involved in the show but I try my best.
WARNINGS: Temperature play, threesome, MMF, oral on all sides with the MC mostly giving, bondage with chains, bit of knife/blade play, slight choking, might be OOC, bit of praise, purely smut, overstim just a bit, beefy man sandwich
Notes: I found my MKX disk the other day and started playing it again. Once I saw these two, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and this is purely self indulgent :)
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SMUT UNDER THE CUT
Your back was burning, contrasting the freezing feeling of your front half. The temperature differences followed the hands and lips on your body from the bigger men that surrounded you. You shuddered out a breath as they flipped you around, allowing your back to cool and your front to warm.
Your hands landed on Scorpion’s biceps as your head landed back onto Sub-Zero’s shoulder, a soft noise leaving your mouth when the latter bit at your neck. The cold hands on your hips made you yelp when they slid beneath your top and onto the hot skin of your stomach.
Scorpion captured your lips into a firm kiss, warming your body up despite the way Sub-Zero’s hands travelled further up to cup your breasts. Hot hands found your hips and thighs, massaging them roughly through your bottoms that slid lower. Regardless of your effort to lean back into the cold body behind you, the heat followed.
A weak whine left you, muffled by the tongue shoved in your mouth. It took only seconds before you were flipped again, the buff men probably able to lift way more than twice your weight.
Sub-Zero’s lips met yours, the opposites slowly reducing your body temperature to normal before it would soon begin to feel conflicted again. Scorpion’s warm hands worked off your shirt, and he wasn’t subtle at all with the way his rough hands dragged over your skin. You were forced to break the kiss with Sub-Zero for Scorpion to fully remove your top, your chest heaving as you took in air.
Both pairs of eyes dropped down to the way your breasts sat in your bra, and you gasped softly as a knife of ice trailed from your navel to your bra. It fluidly traced the shape of your breasts, leaving cold trails on your skin. You watched it, jumping slightly when you felt hot chains wrap around your stomach from the man behind you.
Your body jerked as the chain wrapped around your thighs where you were still clothed, accidentally pushing your upper half into the ice that Sub-Zero held against your bare skin. The chains squeezed slightly, but the cool touch of the man in front of you kept them at a decent temperature so as to not burn you.
“Do you wish for me to take it off?” A low, gravelly voice came from before you, his eyes staring at any and all of your reactions. An overly heated breath fanned over the back of your neck and the chains tightened on your thighs, encouraging you to agree.
“Please…” You couldn’t help but whisper, causing the chains on your thighs to tighten to an almost painful extent. A whimper escaped your lips and your hands grasped for Scorpion’s forearms.
Your earlobe was bitten before he elaborated, his deep voice rumbling in your ear. “Louder, and say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’” The command made your breath catch in your as Sub-Zero repeated his question before Scorpion could continue.
You stared into Sub-Zero’s eyes, barely able to see them in the dark lighting of the lavish room. “Yes, please.” You said, managing to get your voice slightly louder to satisfy the command you’d received, not even noticing when the chains loosened. A shaky exhale left you as cold hands reached between your back and Scorpion’s chest to remove the fabric holding your breasts. Your back arched and goosebumps spread across your heated flesh to match your cold front.
The bra was tossed in the direction of wherever Scorpion had put your shirt, landing with a sound inaudible above the clinking of chains that creeped up your skin and over your waist. Unlike the coldness of the knife Sub-Zero had made, the sharp edge of Scorpion’s blade was hot against your skin.
A strangled noise came from you as it dragged lightly over your nipple, the hardness of it mostly thanks to Sub-Zero. You watched, too distracted by the hot blade to realize the ice knife was about to touch your other nipple. When it did, you let out a weak cry, shuddering as you landed back onto Scorpion’s chest.
Your thighs trembled as the chains pulled taut. It only meant Scorpion stopped them from continuing to grow since he controlled them. You’d seen from experience that they could be much longer.
“What do you wish for us to do to you, baby?” Scorpion murmured into your ear as the blades continued dragging over your breasts teasingly.
Your lips halfway turned themselves into a pout as they clearly knew exactly what you wanted. “Want you to fuck me.” You breathed, the sound desperate and whinier than you intended.
Sub-Zero hummed, the chains becoming steadily hotter as he backed off a bit. “Go ahead, Scorpion. She only said you.” Your body grew hotter as you tried to reach out for him, not wanting him to be away from you.
“Zero, n-no…” You stuttered, but the chains only tightened around you as they were dragged further over your body, locking your wrists together. “Want you, too.”
“But sweetheart, you only said you wanted him to fuck you.” His tongue clicked, and hot hands travelled over your skin to remove your pants so slowly. You whimpered in frustration, too distracted with him to notice the way Scorpion was cutting off your pants and underwear without removing the chains on your body.
Your head was spinning, and your body was growing overly hot. Scorpion spread your thighs with the chains, not touching them with his hands yet. “Zero,” You whined, your head resting back on Scorpion’s shoulder as you panted. “Need both of you.”
The heated chains adjusted as Scorpion adjusted how you were tied up with them to make it so his hands weren’t hindered. “My turn first, baby.” You inhaled sharply as a thick digit slid through the slickness between your pussy lips, and your exhale was shaky as the hot fingertip began to massage your clit.
It didn’t slip past you the way he used two of his other fingers to spread the puffy lips in such a way to pull the hood back, causing you to cry out at the sudden intense feeling. You gasped softly for breath and your thighs attempted to clamp around his hand, but the chains didn’t let you.
“Keep ‘em open, baby.” The chains coming from Scorpion tightened as he reached between you to pull his cock from his pants, the appendage more heated than every other part of his body. As his fingertip pleasured your clit, he slowly dragged his cock through the building slick.
Sub-Zero’s gravelly hum rang through the air as he watched your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Scorpion’s dick so close to pushing into you. Your clit throbbed at the sound and you opened your eyes to peer at him, your breaths escaping your chest before you quickly inhaled after.
The heat coming from Scorpion made sweat drip down your skin, which you knew Sub-Zero’s eyes were following. The fact only made your head tilt into the warmth of Scorpion’s neck, allowing the cold eyes to follow the sweat better.
Soft moans and mewls dripped from your lips, growing louder when you felt the scalding cock of Scorpion enter you. “‘S too hot.” You whimpered as he sank further into you, and you jolted when the coldest touch imaginable brushed your cunt.
“Feel better, sweetheart?” Sub-Zero asked as you got used to the temperature and the size of Scorpion inside you, the latter allowing the former to take over in rubbing your sensitive clit. Hot hands pulled the chains tighter as they moved up to your breasts, your bound hands following the movement. You jolted as cold air was blown onto your pussy, and you heard a low grumble of annoyance from Scorpion behind you.
Pleasure swiftly clouded your mind from that sudden movement, your hips having followed the movement around Scorpion’s cock. “You ready, baby?” He rasped into your ear, and even before you nodded, he was guiding your movements from where his hands were now on the upper-middle of your thighs. You panted as Scorpion bounced you on his throbbing cock, the heat from both bodies combined attempting to cancel out the cold touch on your clit.
“S-Shit…” You stuttered as your back arched, the combination of both men too much and not enough. Each breath was interrupted with a moan, and you weakly cried out as the tip of Scorpion’s veiny cock rubbed your sweet spot. “Fuck, Scorpion.”
The chains on your waist travelled higher on your skin to wrap just above and below where your bouncing breasts merged with your skin. Your entire body trembled as he bit into the junction where your neck and shoulder met. “Gonna burn my name into you, baby. Mark you as mine forever.”
A cold hand slipped between yours when he’d noticed the way your nails dug into your palms. You clutched his hand tightly, the skin growing colder as a thin layer of ice spread around your wrists beneath the chains. Your vision was blurry and your head lolled as Scorpion fucked you on his cock, Sub-Zero’s thumb still massaging your clit.
“‘M gonna cum,” you moaned, and Scorpion’s ragged breathing and rough hands only pushed you closer to the edge. Your vision faded in the dark room, leaving you unable to see anything but stars as you made endless noises. A cry left your lips when Sub-Zero harshly sucked on your clit and trails of fire spread over your skin.
With a few more jerky bounces at Scorpion’s guidance, he was pulling out, cock still rock hard and throbbing. When the chains receded, you clumsily flipped onto your hands and knees, shoving your cunt toward Sub-Zero as you prepared to suck Scorpion off to finish him.
Your hands were brought behind your back and bound with the chains Scorpion provided, cooled to Sub-Zero’s freezing touch. You were held up by the chains as the cold, but not freezing, head of Sub-Zero’s cock teased your entrance.
Hot fingers stroked your hair as you licked the slit of the cock covered in your cum and his pre-cum while Sub-Zero slowly sank into your sensitive pussy. Your thighs tensed, and he readjusted his hold on the chains to give him a better grip. The hand in your hair guided your mouth to properly take Scorpion’s cock into your mouth as deep as you could get it.
“Not too hard.” Scorpion reminded Sub-Zero, not wanting his finish to be ruined because the latter couldn’t contain himself. A yelp slipped out of you as Sub-Zero disregarded Scorpion’s words on purpose, his hips slamming into yours as you gagged slightly around the dick in your mouth. “Fuck, baby.”
You bobbed your head at as similar of a pace as you could get it, saliva already dripping from your mouth. It was getting harder to keep up the rhythm, especially when you watched Scorpion lean back on his elbows and nudge your head up a bit for you to make eye contact with the entirely white scleras that softly glowed with his fire. You gagged again when Sub-Zero thrusted a little harder than before on your G-spot, making your thighs tremble and Scorpion’s cock throb in your mouth.
Briefly, you pulled off to gasp for air before diving back in, rubbing the frenulum gently. Scorpion groaned lowly, his hips bucking up into your mouth as his hand tightened in your hair to keep your head still. You squirmed as your shoulders started to grow tired from how you were being held up and steady. Thick, muscular thighs pressed onto your shoulders to stabilize you as Scorpion fucked your mouth, his hand keeping him steady on the mattress.
Your cheeks hollowed as you swallowed around him, letting the two men take care of you. A shudder ran through your body and your back arched as the warming yet cold head of Sub-Zero’s cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot inside you. You whined as his freezing hand smoothed over your hip and the pad of his fingertip massaged your clit.
Goosebumps raised over your flesh, your body trembling from the dual sensations. “Gonna cum right down that pretty throat of yours, baby.” Scorpion groaned, his other hand tightening in your hair as his hips moved faster. It was sloppy and slick, your mouth providing more saliva than you’d ever imagined having during a blowjob.
Your eyes fell shut, the way they both fucked you better than anything you had experienced before this. Scorpion’s hips stilled with as much of his cock in your mouth as possible, a thick and hot liquid filling your mouth. You moaned as you tried to swallow the salty substance, finding it to be delicious as Sub-Zero’s dick throbbed in your pussy.
Some of it slipped out of your mouth alongside the thick cock, and you greedily took in any air that you could. You whimpered involuntarily, the sound pathetic and desperate, when Sub-Zero pulled out of you and the cold chains retracted into Scorpion’s body.
“On your back between his thighs, sweetheart.” You clumsily followed the order, using Scorpion’s abs as a headrest while his thighs rested over your shoulders. Sub-Zero straddled your shoulders, adjusting Scorpion’s legs to allow him between them. “Open wide for me.”
It wasn’t even a second before your jaw fell open for the slick cock that—similarly to Scorpion’s—was covered in your cum and his pre-cum. He dragged the tip over your lips, outlining them and allowing you to taste the combination that was steadily growing colder in contrast to the warmth that Scorpion provided.
Scorpion’s hands gently stroked your face and the hinges of your jaw, his eyes trained on the way Sub-Zero’s cock slowly penetrated your mouth. His abs clenched when Sub-Zero gripped his hot thighs and started thrusting into your mouth. It was slightly smaller than Scorpion’s since it was naturally colder than the sheer warmth that came from the other’s, but you didn’t care as long as he shot his load into your mouth too.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart. Our dicks belong inside of you.” Your mind reeled from his words, loving that they were dirty yet sweet and made your thighs clench despite the fact that you were oversensitive. Your hands moved to grasp at Scorpion’s calves, feeling his hot cock move against your neck slightly with each thrust of Sub-Zero’s dick into your mouth.
You stared up into the eyes that glowed a soft blue, your body tensing as you felt Scorpion’s chains return to brushing along your skin. He wrapped them carefully around your neck while continuing to run his fingers over your hair and jaw, humming lowly in his throat.
Sub-Zero pulled out briefly, watching as saliva dripped onto your chin and chest as he gave you a second to breathe before he went back to fucking your mouth. Your mouth and jaw were slowly growing numb from his cold touch despite the heat of Scorpion’s hands, making it easier for you to keep your mouth open for him.
Your thighs pressed together harder as he throbbed in your mouth, his thrusts going sloppy with the pleasure running through him. He was getting close, his raspy breaths accompanied by the low gravelly sounds he was making.
It was truly addicting.
The way both men felt against your body, the way they tasted, the way they pleasured you.
Your eyes fluttered as Sub-Zero hit the back of your throat, going in just far enough to make you gag on his cock. A moan slipped out from around his cock, and your thighs trembled, one of your hands sneaking between them without you realizing.
“You need another orgasm, baby?” Scorpion asked, and Sub-Zero pulled out for just enough time to let you get a whimper in. A pillow replaced Scorpion behind you, and the heat disappeared from your body just to reappear between your legs, pushing your thighs apart.
It didn’t even occur to you at first that the chain was still around your neck until you felt the soft pull when Scorpion had stuck his tongue into your soaked cunt. Your hands found Sub-Zero’s thick thighs as you moaned around his cock, your nails digging in. You stared up at the man above you, watching as his face grew with pleasure.
It wasn’t much longer before his cum started to fill your mouth and throat. You swallowed as much as you could once he’d pulled out, noticing the liquid wasn’t as salty as Scorpion’s. It spilled over a bit, mixing into the mess of your saliva and whatever was left of Scorpion’s cum on your chin.
When he slipped off, it was almost like Scorpion decided to up his game and sucked harshly on your clit. You cried out at the intense pleasure and sensitivity that shot through your body. Sub-Zero hummed in amusement as his hands found your breasts, playing with them as Scorpion lapped at your pussy, dragging his tongue over your slit teasingly.
The chain on your neck was yanked softly, and you trembled when he wrapped it around your wrists as well. With a touch of Sub-Zero’s pinky, it cooled down significantly, causing Scorpion to grumble into your sensitive cunt. It only added to your pleasure, your hips bucking on his tongue to stimulate yourself without thinking. “Fuck, that feels so good.” You moaned weakly, your hips being forcefully stilled by Scorpion.
He dipped his tongue into your entrance and began to thrust it in and out for a few seconds until he moved back to your clit. “Just my mouth or you want my fingers, too, baby?” He asked against your clit, and you shuddered as you admitted to wanting both in a soft and embarrassed tone.
You stared shamelessly as he coated his fingers in saliva, and you gasped when Sub-Zero bent down to spit on your cunt. Your thighs squeezed Scorpion’s head until he forced them apart again and collected all the spit he could. A thick middle finger entered first, slipping in easily, and his mouth ended up back on your clit as cold hands tugged at your hard nipples.
Ecstasy filled you as another finger was added, your vision fading in the dark room to seeing stars as your orgasm started to burn in a pit alongside the tightening coil. “Come on him, sweetheart.” At Sub-Zero’s command, you cried out, and your orgasm hit in a flurry of moans with their names mixed in.
Once you calmed down from your orgasm, the chain retracted. They kissed at your sweaty and trembling body before taking turns with your lips. You tried to catch your breath around the overwhelming sensations of them, entirely satisfied and worn out while being completely enthralled by the two of them.
For the fic prompts, 2 ("Hey, hey, calm down, they can't hurt you anymore")?
Any fandom, have a ball!
Hihi! I'm so sorry this took this long, but I hope you enjoy!
Gravitational Breakdown
Words: 2.1K
Main Pairings: AppleSnow, PolyLADS
Caleb suffers from nightmares and hurts himself and others. Zayne tries his best to pull Caleb from his downward spiral.
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“Hey, come on! Wake up!”
Caleb banged on the glass, eyes wide with horror as she didn’t get up. Scientists ran around in a panic, yelling about how the energy of the Aether Core was unstable. Terror gripped him, and he yelled louder. His evol cracked the glass before he received a hard electrical shock.
Finally, she woke up, gasping for air. Caleb pretended not to hear the scientists say she’d been dead. This wasn’t the first time she’d danced with death, and it wouldn’t be the last. Over and over he saw her die and her heart restart. It made him sick, and each time he vowed to get them out of there. Get her to someplace safe where they could grow up together without the fear of more needles, pain, and experiments. The scene in front of him melted away, replaced by one that was no less terrifying.
“What did you do!?”
Caleb lunged at Zayne, eyes blazing. Zayne didn’t even try to stop him. In the background he could see her being taken away in an ambulance. The air was still freezing, the ground decorated with lethally sharp spikes of glimmering ice. Caleb knew it wasn’t Zayne’s fault, but he couldn’t lose her. Not again. Never again.
“Since you’re grown up now, I won’t cover for you.”
Smoke burned his lungs as he tried to gasp in air. His body hurt like hell, and he couldn’t feel his right arm. His head spun and his ears started to ring. Caleb struggled to his feet, vision blurring as he thought he saw people dressed in black approach the rubble he was trapped under. Before he could say anything, it all went dark.
Caleb screamed in agony, fighting against the evol cancelling restraints. Scientists with tools fiddled with his right arm, making him metal braces and prosthetics. It hurt so much. Caleb screamed again, clawing at nothing. He tried to reach out for his evol but nothing happened.
The chip was worse. They were cruel enough to keep him awake as they implanted it. A test of pain tolerance, they said. Caleb knew the truth. They just liked to hear people scream. EVER, the damned professor, the Fleet, Caleb didn’t know who to blame anymore. His throat was raw from screaming.
“Stop it!” Caleb jolted up, breathing fast and hard. He clawed at his hair, pulling and tugging. His heart pounded and cold sweat dripped down his back. It was dark, and he couldn’t recognize the sight of his room. His body wracked with shudders and quiet sobs. Theroom was too dark and too quiet, reminding him of dark isolation chambers.
He reached under his pillow with his mostly numb right arm, relaxing slightly when his fingers curled around something hard—the handle of one of his guns. The other was hidden away in case of emergencies. Even though he could tell there was something in his fist, the lack of sensation in the heavily modified limb meant the familiar cold creeping from the metal of the gun was missing, so he switched it to his left hand. Caleb needed to feel something. He shivered and shuddered, his hands shaking.
His chest hurt. He couldn’t breathe properly. There was too little and too much noise all at once. The walls were closing in on him, and if he shut his eyes he’d be plunged into a deeper darkness. The chip sent pain through him as his emotions kept rising.
Pain, pain, pain, pain…
Pain is all Caleb had ever been in. He grit his teeth. When would the pain end? He wanted it so stop! Why wouldn’t it stop!? He felt like he was drowning and he couldn’t swim. The gun fell to the floor as he ripped his night shirt off, clawing at his chest and where the metal merged with skin on his shoulder. More pain.
At least it was him and not her. That thought alone was all that grounded him as the agony running through his body threatened to drag him back into that kaleidoscope of all the worst moments of his life. Another broken sob escaped him. He cursed EVER for taking him as a child. He cursed them for blowing him up and taking him back and turning him into this weapon. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it!
The burden of it all—the pain, the horrors, the secrets—threatened to break him but there was nothing he could do but bear it. He couldn’t bother Pips,he made a promise not to. He was supposed to be the one to carry everything, to protect her from what she couldn’t fight against. Besides, Pips had just gotten home with Xavier from a long mission, and Caleb refused to wake her up. If she saw him like this, she’d panic and ask questions he didn’t want to answer. Caleb had always been the strong one, the one to shoulder the pain and burdens of the world for her. He’d never allow her to see him breaking down. It just couldn’t happen.
Pain jolted through him, and his fingertips came back red. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to see the blood from scratching and pulling at the metal. He grimaced and angrily scratched harder. Pain was nothing anymore. It was so frequent he’d gotten good at ignoring it. More blood coated his fingers.
Screams echoed in his mind, followed by flashes of electricity and those cruel, cruel bastards. The EVER logo ever present in the background. Caleb hated them. He wanted to crush them under the weight of his gravity, throw them into the deepest, darkest black hole he could muster. Or maybe he’d simply blow every EVER lab and building he could find.
“y…ey…h’y…HEY!” A hand smacked him, his head jerking to the side. Purple eyes widened and locked onto blue-pink ones, reflecting his own sweat-drenched face back at him. Rafayel frowned, the arch of his eyebrows and the twist of his lip spoke of anger, likely at being woken up in the middle of the night, but there was a faint trace of concern in his eyes too. “Snap out of whatever crisis you’re going through. Some of us need to sleep.”
“What are you—” Rafayel was cut off by Caleb lunging at him, hands wrapping around his throat, cutting off air supply. The Lemurian sea god coughed, eyes glowing a deep blue as scales formed on his face. Before he could summon a sea spirit or a rush of water, the room got cold, too cold, and Caleb was pulled off of him.
“What the hell was that?” Rafayel spat, gasping for air and coughing. He rubbed his throat, already mourning the makeup he’d have to use to cover up finger shaped bruises. Hiscomplaints were cut off when he saw the state Caleb was in, eyes wild and panicked, body quivering and shaking, blood on his hands and shoulder.
“Hey, hey,” Zayne soothed, holding Caleb tightly. “Calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore. You’re not there anymore.” He gently cupped Caleb’s face in his hands, the cold grounding Caleb. “You’re home. With me. With us. Breathe.”
“Make it stop! Make it stop,” Caleb trembled violently, pain shooting through his arm and head. The more he got worked up, the more it hurt. Tears slid down his cheeks, his vision blurred as he tried to focus on Zayne and Rafayel. His chest hurt from hyperventilating.
Mephisto cawed, signalling Sylus’ return from Onychinus business. Caleb barely registered a fourth person in the room, too lost in scenes from years gone by and the feeling of a knife jamming its way through his brain. He vaguely heard Zayne tell Sylus to get the medical kit, a clean cloth, and some water. Gradually, the throbbing in his skull receded and he allowed his head to drop onto Zayne’s shoulder, all the while wishing he could disappear.
Caleb despised showing any kind of weakness, especially around Pips. He certainly didn’t want to have a literal god and a dragon watch him fall apart, the cracks he was usually so good at hiding, gaping open and leaking the ruined pieces of him all over the floor. Zayne was the only one he truly trusted he could break down in front of. Zayne wouldn’t hold his weaknesses over his head for blackmail or manipulations. No, Zayne would never do that to him.
The doctor frowned when Caleb barely flinched as he cleaned his bloodied shoulder. He was still shuddering violently, his shaky exhales interrupted every so often by a faint sniffle. Zayne didn't have the heart to push Caleb's head from his shoulder,it would help with his visibility and mobility in cleaning his bloodied shoulder, but Caleb's comfort was more important right now.
“You're safe,” Zayne murmured quietly, feeling cold anger in his chest as he looked at the scars littering Caleb's back and torso. He finished wrapping up Caleb's shoulder and wiping away the blood from his hands.
“Don't go,” Caleb hissed, clinging to Zayne when the doctor moved to inspect Rafayel's bruised neck. “Please,” he whispered quietly, the vulnerability in his voice making Zayne's heart clench.
“I'm not going anywhere. I just need to check on Rafayel,” Zayne spoke gently yet firmly. “I'm right here.”
Caleb winced as Zayne mentioned Rafayel, vague memories of his hand clenching around the Lemurian’s throat resurfacing. His grip on Zayne loosened, and he was stuck with the desire to sink into the floorboards and away from the watchful eyes in the room. It was a small miracle Pips hadn't woken up with the commotion.
“What happened?” Sylus' deep timbre echoed in the small space. He sat down on the plush armchair in the corner of the room. The bed was a bit crowded, and the dragon knew Zayne would yell at him if he tried to join them. The doctor needed his space while he treated Rafayel and Caleb.
Caleb clenched his jaw and looked away. “Just a nightmare,” he muttered bitterly. He didn't need Sylus worrying about him or worse, mocking him. Logically, he knew Sylus probably wouldn't mock him for having a nightmare, but Caleb's mind was too hectic to think logically at the moment.
Sylus raised an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Rafayel and Zayne. Caleb never liked to talk about what he’d experienced at the hands of EVER and the Fleet. But they all knew where these night terrors originated. The first time Sylus had heard what EVER did to Caleb, he wanted to see the entire organisation reduced to naught but ash, a sentiment Rafayel had echoed.
“Try again, without lying this time,” Sylus drawled, giving Caleb a pointed look.
Caleb’s frown deepened and he bit the inside of his cheek. If it were anyone else, he would have ignored them and changed the subject. But when it was Sylus or anyone in the polycule, the same rules didn’t apply, and the automatic dismissal died in his throat. Caleb looked down at his fingers, where Zayne was gently cleaning away the blood having already dabbed his shoulder with an antiseptic.
“...it’s just night terrors. Sometimes it’s about my childhood or other times it’s after the explosion,” Caleb quietly spoke, taking deep breaths and avoiding eye contact. He hated how vulnerable he felt and looked. He was supposed to be the strong one. He…He had to shoulder everything. To keep her safe. To keep the others safe. If they knew everything then they’d…No, Caleb wouldn’t think about that.
He didn’t notice Sylus and Rafayel sharing a look or the fact Zayne had finished cleaning and tending to his self inflicted wounds. Exhaustion crashed over Caleb, and he struggled to even keep his eyes open. He didn’t want to sleep. He didn’t want to end up back there.
“Don’t fight it,” someone murmured to him. “Sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Caleb let them push him back into laying down, his shoulder twinging faintly in pain. Someone apologized, and then a warmth surrounded him.
When Caleb woke up hours later, he couldn’t move. Not due to fear or anxiety, but from the fact he was at the bottom of a cuddle pile. Sylus was on his right and Zayne on his left. His head was on Sylus’ shoulder. Blinking away his grogginess, he lifted his head to see Rafayel and Pips on top of him and Xavier sprawled out over his legs.
A small smile made its way on his face.
He wasn’t alone anymore.
For the first time in a long time, Caleb wasn’t afraid or in pain.
A huge thank you to @chronosdawn for looking this over and doing some minor edits! Thank you so much!
Hey! I'd like to do a soulmate au match-up request if that's alright!
Your pronouns: She/they
Fandom: LADS
Gender you want to be matched with: Male
Would you like a romantic or platonic match up? Either is fine with me, but romantic is preferred!
Are you reserved, outgoing or somewhere in-between? I'd say somewhere in-between, but more in the reserved side
List what you consider to be your best personality traits: Creative, observant, loyal
If you were a character in a story, what would be your fatal flaw (i.e. what part of your personality could potentially lead to your downfall)? Either my overthinking or the fact that I'm absurdly blunt
Your hobbies: singing, writing, and archery
One thing on your bucket list: See a Sleep Token concert!
Your main love languages (e.g. gift giving, physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service): Physical touch is my top one, but I'm also heavy on acts of service and words of affirmation
How do you deal with conflict? I prefer to avoid it if possible, but I just try to force myself to stay calm and not be too mean since my defense mechanism is genuinely sarcastic bitchiness
How likely are you to make the first move in a relationship? Not very since I'd always overthink everything
Relationship deal breakers: The obvious toxic stuff, but also anything with drugs or alcoholism
Your MBTI type (if you don’t know it, leave this section blank): INTP
Are there any characters you definitely DO NOT want to be matched with? I'm fine with anyone, but Xavier and Rafayel are my personal least favorites out of the five
If had the option to gain the ability to control either time, space, one of the four classical elements (fire, wind, water or earth) or people, which would you choose? Ooo all of these are such fun options, but I'd probably pick space or fire!
Anything else you want to add that hasn’t already come up: I'm an animal lover overall and I'm a tech major (contrasts my interests, I know).
Your soulmate is... Sylus
Sylus has no issue with your bluntness, in fact he likes it when you speak your mind and is honestly amused by your sarcasm when it's directed at someone else. He would absolutely make you a custom bow for your archery and he enjoys listening to you sing (just be warned that there is every chance he may try to join in). He likes your loyalty and values how observant you are. For his part, he’s good at reading you and talking you through things when he can tell you’re starting to overthink something.
Soulmate connection: Every so often when both of you are holding something, the objects you're holding will swap, leaving each of you with the object your soulmate was originally holding. There is no particularly pattern to when this happens and it seems to occur at random, regardless of the distance between you. As you can imagine, this can sometimes be rather inconvenient; at least once you've come home with an armful of groceries, only to suddenly have them replaced with a loaded weapon (I'll let you imagine the situation that unfolds on Sylus' end, but suffice to say whoever he's with learns that he does not need a weapon to be dangerous). When you finally meet, you'll find all the non-perishable objects you've lost throughout the years have been carefully kept in Sylus' home, just waiting for you to reclaim them.
I also considered matching you with Caleb as your love languages are pretty compatible and he'd also appreciate your loyalty.
Sorry for the wait! I hope you like the match up and that you have a good day!
Me seeing this for the 14th time in my 5 years on tumblr and seeing more notes and comments but still reblogging it since it’s literally a World Heritage Post
Legend has it if you listen to this soundcheck on repeat it will clear your skin, water your crops, and cure your depression. I hope this heals all of you like it has healed me.
