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[magnoliaingold]

Sunburn- a Love and Deepspace Fanfiction Series #4

Synopsis: Oh no! You’ve gotten sunburn and it hurts… bad. Everything will be alright; your men have noticed and a little TLC from the LIs will help ease the pain.

Author’s Note: Going to put a "This is the Exposed skin/ Nudity" warning in this comment. Sylus helps "you" get out of a party dress so he can help take care of your poor skin. Reader discretion is still advised.

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Personal Care, Exposed skin/ Nudity (but not NSFW)

Characters: You/Reader, Sylus

MDNI

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Sylus

            Ironically, the headquarters of Onychinus was the closest place you could get to. Your head was pounding. Your vision? Swimming. All because of a freaking sunburn that was on your back, shoulders, and chest in the exposed places where your dress hadn’t covered. You had been at a party. Undercover of course. Part of you had hoped to see Sylus there, but a quick text message later told you that he wasn’t going; he had a meeting at a different place in the N109 Zone that had taken place at the same time. While he wasn’t against making a fashionably late appearance, he felt more like taking a nap afterwards, and was thus going to return back to his home. The party was hosted by a low-level rival anyway. Wasn’t even worth his attention. He had advised you to go home.

            You should’ve heeded his word.

            You’d gotten trapped by a gaggle of women who all wanted to gossip and pick targets for the evening, despite how much you politely tried to remove yourself from the conversation. You found yourself standing in the overbearing sun. The party was out on a garden rooftop which the low-level boss had had built in the most recent months. Its purpose? To flaunt his money.

You realized after doing your homework that he was such a low-time guy that crashing the party hadn’t even been on your mind…. That was until you’d gotten wind that some Protocore smugglers were going to be in attendance. One of those invited, a guy named Frasier, was one you’d been keeping an eye on for Aether core smuggling for months. As afternoon wore on, it became clear that he didn’t currently have what you were interested in and you were trapped in boring conversations with your back fully exposed to the sun. By the time night was falling, your skin was itchy, red, and tingling and a growing headache prompted you to politely leave the party.

            As you raced through the streets, the pain grew more intense. Your leather riding jacket brushed your sunburn, and you wanted to scream. That was how you found yourself pounding furiously on Sylus’s front door.

            Luke or Kerian, you couldn’t tell which because of your slightly swollen and dry eyes, opened the door for you and you pushed past them, going into the living room and ripping your jacket off of your back. You unceremoniously dumped it on the arm of one of the chairs in there. The twins both approached you.

            Alone again, he brushed some of your hair back off of your face. “Sweetie,” he said in that beautifully rich baritone voice, “I need you to sit up and turn around. Can you do that for me?”

            “Yikes,” Luke hissed.

            “How’d you get that,” Kerian followed up. You didn’t answer. Answering required you to not hurt. You curled yourself onto the couch so that your face was buried in the smooth leather and your back was facing the room. Your skin felt weird. Moving made it feel tight. Like shrink wrap had been used on you. After a few moments of silence, a hand touched your forehead, and you blearily opened your eyes to look up at Sylus. His expression didn’t betray what he was thinking. His ruby-rich eyes scanned you for a moment and there was a softness that you had seen growing in them with every new interaction the two of you had. He turned away and ordered the twins to go get some medicine for you. They left with a quick, “Yes boss!”

            “I just want to sleep,” you moaned. You swatted his wrist weakly away. “Let me sleep.”

            “I’ve got a better place for you to rest,” he promised. “Come on. Sit up.” Begrudgingly, you did so that you were on the couch, facing him. Sylus, without hesitation, scooped you up so that he was carrying you like a toddler being carried by their parent. You instinctively wrapped your legs and arms around him. Your head fit nicely onto his shoulder. His hands secured you to him under your thighs, which thankfully didn’t feel like they were injured. Even though he was warm, the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable. There was no energy left in you to protest, but he carefully took you out of the living room and further into the building, back to his own bedroom. The room was a far too intimate sight.  

            Sylus knelt so that you were on the edge of his bed. He released you. Your hands skimmed the bedding, realizing that his sheets were pure satin. They were clean. And they were cool.

            “I’m going to take this dress off of you,” he purred.

            Again, with no energy to argue, you watched as he carefully pulled the string at your neck that held the top up, letting it fall away so that your chest was free. Normally, this would have been enough prompting for him to take things further, but you saw his eyes darken in a different way- hesitation. Care. Emotions you weren’t used to seeing from him all the time. This was a moment of rare vulnerability that made your own heart squeeze a bit. He pulled the dress out from underneath you by lifting you a bit and letting it fall to the floor. All of your exposed skin was angrily red. Your back was the worst of it though. Sylus finished undressing you but gave you some sleep pants to at least put on.

            “Lay on your stomach,” he directed once you were done shimming the pants on. “Your back got the worst of it.” Sleepily, you obey. You crawl back onto the sheets which feel amazing against your burns. You cling to one of the pillows and bury your face into it. The welcome darkness behind your eyes makes your head spin for a moment. Time feels like it is at a standstill.

            Suddenly, something cool and wet gently touches your back and you yelp, nearly jumping off the bed in surprise. Sylus chuckled.

            “Easy sweetie. I’m cooling your skin. Luke and Kerian will be back in a bit with some medicine we can apply. Until then, we’ll keep you cool in other ways.” He directed you to lay back down. Slowly, carefully, he wiped down your burn. The feeling of the water made a sigh of relief escape your lips and your whole body slowly unwound. When he was done with that, Sylus applied some general lotion. The last thing he did for you was pull your hair out of the intricate display you’d forced it into hours ago, choosing instead to make it into a simply messy bun at the top of your head. “Sleep,” he whispered. He placed a kiss on the top of your head just above your right ear. “I’ll wake you when the twins are back.” You murmured lowly. Within seconds, you were out.

            “Sweetie,” a familiar voice called. In the haze of your dream, you weren’t certain if it was coming from inside your mind, or outside, but when you were called again, you realized the voice sounded familiar. Slowly, you woke. The pain once more hit you like a truck.

            “Sylus,” you whined. You didn’t dare to move. Your back hurt. Everything hurt. The bed dipped as he sat next to you. “It hurts.”

            “A burn this bad? You don’t say,” he hummed. You wanted to turn and swat at him, but doing so would have been worse. Suddenly, a cold sensation hit your back. You didn’t jump too badly this time, but you definitely jerked a bit in surprised. Sylus didn’t wait for permission. He rubbed the medicine in gentle circles, covering every inch of your red exposed skin. When he finished the back, he made you sit up to get the slightly less, but still needing treatment, burns on your chest and shoulders. “There. Your treatment’s all done kitten.” He reached up, brushing back some of your hair before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hummed. Leaning closer, you gently took his free hand in yours. The two of you stilled for a moment. Sylus breathed deep and then moved back with a smile. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up for dinner and medicine later.” He pulled the thin satin sheet over your legs as you readjusted.

            “Sylus,” you mumbled. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him stop next to the bed. Burying your face back into the pillow, you mumbled out, “Thank you.”

            “Anything for my sweet kitten,” he said so lowly you weren’t sure it was said. Maybe it was part of the dream that you entered as your consciousness faded away back into a peaceful sleep.

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Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it!

Xavier | Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus | Caleb

[slumbering-lore]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Welp an Mairon x Reader because yee. (Chapter 1/?)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Melkor x Mairon, Reader x Mairon

Summary:

Mairon feels lonely. Thuringwethil and Hîth decide to create a sort of Hallucination to entertain Mairon. What they didn't expect was to accidentally bring you into the dimension of Arda. They think you are a formless being, but what are you, really? Also you possibly have sex with Mairon etc., etc.

Tags: Loneliness, Hallucinations, Magic, Mild Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Violence, Favors, Blood and Gore

[daily-davenport]

Today’s Davenport is unaware that Barry & Lup have a mutual crush. (Psst…thanks to all the mods here for the all the great Dav art!  I look forward to every update :)  Please accept my ridiculous submission to the Davenport art pile. –DragonWrites)

[Image description!  A mostly black and white comic featuring the birds. The first panel has a banner reading, “Cap'nport’s Lessons in Leadership” above Davenport. Davenport is a slim pointy-earred gnome with a pencil mustache, Leonardo DiCaprio styled hair, and fancy Captain’s jacket. He advises, “A good leader acknowledges his crew’s good work with postive feedback.” In panel two, Davenport looks to Lup, a tall elf with a half-shaved head and Barry, a shorter human man with glasses. Davenport says, “Lup, Barry, I waned to take a moment to acknowledge the excellent teamwork you two have been displaying!” Panel 3, Lup and Barry are blushing furiously as Davenport continues talking, “…blah blah great lab partners blah blah work environment based on mutual respect blah blah…” over to the next panel, revealing Taako has saddled up behind Davenport looking delighted, “blah blah scientific synergy blah blah work sowell together blah blah..”. Panel five, Lucretia has taken pity on the couple and says, “Uh, captain I think-” but Taako cuts her off and says, “No, no! Let the man talk.” Davenport thanks him and continues talking. Panel six, Magnus leans over and whispers to Merle, while pointing towards Davenport, “Uh.. should we tell him?” Davenport hears and asks, “Tell me what, Magnus?” Panel seven, goes back to Taako grinning widely as he says, “That we all agree, Cap'n!” Panel 8, he throws an arm around Lup’s shoulder and says, “In fact, let’s go around the room and all talk about what great partners these two are!” Barry looks like he’s gonna explode. Panel nine cuts close to the twins whispering. Lup glares and says, “When I’m done with you they will never find your body.” Taako tsks at her and says, “Can’t kill me every cycle.” Lup counters, “Watch me try.” The final panel has the twins starting to fight while Barry wanders off covering his face. Davenport looks confused as he notices this mid-speech, “As you can see, positive feedback is an excellent way to… improve … crew morale???” End description!]

[dragonborn79]

Hormones

You had your earbuds in, blaring music, and were staring out the window when suddenly you felt an earbud being pulled out by your fiance, Lance.

“Pay attention to me,” Lance whined. “I'm bored!” You two were driving across the country to go visit your parents, having just come from one of Lance’s meets.

“Nah. You were whining again,” you commented.

“Y/n, that isn't nice.” he said, resting his arm on your baby bump.

“I'm not a nice person. If you haven't figured it out by now, then I think you are blind. Which is weird because aren't you like an Olympic Gold medalist? Or something like that?” you sarcastically asked Lance.

“Watch it. Just because I am driving this car does not mean I'm not willing to pull over right now and show you exactly just how flexible I really am.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Knock it off, we told my parents that we would be there today. We do not have time for this, not today. They are already gonna be upset at me, considering the fact that we are a day late because of your meet,” you told him.

“But babe…” he said.

“I don't want to hear it.” you told him angrily, cradling the baby bump, hoping that it didn't pick up on your strong emotions towards your baby daddy.

“Stop being such an asshole. Start being sweet Lance who I allowed to get me pregnant, not the cocky asshole of a trainer that you are for meets. I want the man that I fell in love with back. And I want him right now!” you demanded to Lance.

“Sheesh okay fine, I'll chill out. But only if you forgive me. I'm sorry. I just go into a certain mode to make sure that my athletes and me are going to win the tournaments. I know I am most definitely gonna win all of my meets. How could I not? I mean… I got a gold medal in gymnastics at the Olympics. I think I can win this one.” he said with a smug grin on his face.

“Babe… I get it, believe me I do. But you seriously need to stop with the references to the Olympics. I know you got a gold medal.” You started to say when you got interrupted by Lance.

“Hey look we're here.” he says, quickly pulling into the town that your parents lived in.

“Good. I was just about to murder you.” you said, sounding serious.

“Hormones…” Lance muttered.

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So I wrote this in response to @delicatelyherdreams plea for help.

[afarai]

“She smiled.  She slipped her hand around his, relishing the feel of skin on callused skin.  His hand was warm, his grip firm.  She thought she sensed a slight tremble, but his hand was mostly steady.”

This is from Where I’m At by DragonWrites on AO3, which is amazing, go check it out right now y’all!!

[magnoliaingold]

Sunburn- a Love and Deepspace Fanfiction Series

Synopsis: Oh no! You’ve gotten sunburn and it hurts… bad. Everything will be alright; your men have noticed and a little TLC from the LIs will help ease the pain.

Author’s Note: I got sunburnt a while ago and can’t seem to get it out of my mind. I’m good. It wasn’t bad, because I actually took the advice of 30-40 minutes. My minor pain still served as inspiration. (Also, this is my first time writing anything of the LaDS so, hi. I hope you like it and I’m not too OOC. 👋)

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Personal Care, Exposed skin/ Nudity (but not NSFW)

Characters: You/Reader, Xavier

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Part 1- Xavier

            The knocking on your door fell into rhythm with the pounding in your ears. Your head burned- both inside and out. As you passed the mirror hanging near your entry way, you caught sight of your face which made you pause for a second. You’d always liked your features. However, despite the time and energy you spent on taking care of yourself, your face was a little swollen and painful; your eyes, which were normally wide and friendly, were puffy, almost hard to see. Your face felt red, hot, and angry which was far from its normal. Your stomach roiled a bit. The pain was intense.

It had been a beautiful sunny day and since you had some time off, you thought you should catch up on your reading by going out to the balcony and actually using it.

            Five minutes in, you were out like a light.

            Four hours later, your face was completely sunburnt, despite the sunscreen you had put on.

            Your eyes felt dry and itchy. Despite knowing that it was bad, you reached up to your right one specifically and gently rubbed it, trying desperately to get rid of the feeling. You’d just gotten off a virtual appointment call with an emergency doctor to make sure that the burn wasn’t as bad as it felt; after a quick assessment and many assurances that you were fine, you’d been told to apply some lotion, cool water, hydrate, and take some over-the-counter medicine. That was what you were in the middle of doing when the door suddenly developed the same pounding rhythm of your headache.

            Frustrated, you pulled the door open sharply.

            “I’m not in the mood…,” you snapped. You quickly stopped. Standing there with his hand raised was Xavier. His normally controlled appearance was chaotic. His soft silver hair stuck up in several places as if he had been moving fast. His hoodie wasn’t pulled all the way down, but the simple blue t-shirt underneath covered his toned body. Darn. Pushing that thought aside, you asked, softer, “Xavier? Why are you here?”

            He held up two plastic bags. One had take-out containers and a scent that was very familiar to you; the seasonal lemon blueberry muffin from your favorite café down the street which had become your go-to order during these warm summer months. Your stomach rumbled a bit. The other had a large bottle in it.

            “I bring food, and pain relief. Can I come in?”

            You moved slowly to the side. Xavier stepped in and set his bags onto the table while you closed the door. Your head spun a bit. You closed your eyes for a moment until the feeling passed, but you didn’t miss the heat of his body as he moved closer to you.

            “Are you alright?”

            “Sunburnt,” you mumbled out. Xavier lightly chuckled.

            “I can see that. May I…?” You opened your eyes. He was staring at your cheeks, hands part way up, and you nodded, letting him cup your face. His skin was cool. You couldn’t help but nuzzle your cheeks closer, seeking desperately for relief. He didn’t move. He let you move in a way that wouldn’t hurt you. “Thankfully it doesn’t look that bad, but it does probably hurt.”

            “Lots,” you breathed into his palm. “Your hands feel good.”

            Gently, he stroked your cheek with his thumbs, “Well, let’s get you some medicine and skin relief and hopefully that’ll help you feel better.” He dropped his hands but didn’t let you go. Instead, he grabbed your wrists and rubbed circles over them which felt good, even if they weren’t the part of you that was hurting right now. Your eyes, closed to enjoy the moment, blearily opened. His form was blurry for a moment.

            “How did you know I wasn’t feeling good,” you finally asked. Xavier’s lips turned up a bit into a soft smile.

            “Tara called me,” he admitted. “Asked if I wouldn’t mind checking in on you since you had asked to be removed from emergency calls today.” He shook his head. “My dearest starlight never takes herself off the call list because she works too hard even on her days off. Everyone knows it.” He hesitated for a moment. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, far away from the burn. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Eventually, he did step back and released your wrists long enough to direct you back towards your bedroom. “Go lay down. A small snack in bed and medicine are exactly what you need.”

            You nod in agreement, too tired and in too much pain to argue. Before you could move, a feeling of frustration bubbled up in your chest- you hadn’t felt like this in years. The last major sunburn you had had was during the last years of middle school. Caleb and Gran had warned you. You didn’t heed them and ended up crying all the way home from the pain. They’d also had to rush you to the emergency room as your skin had bubbled and you couldn’t stop throwing up. When you finally felt better, Caleb bought you ice cream as a treat to lift your spirits. You started to rub your eyes again, tears threatening at the memory and pain, but he stopped you carefully. His long fingers squeezed your hand. “And a cool rag too. Try not to touch your eyes for now.”

            You complied with his orders and returned to your room, flopping down onto the cool sheets that past you had been smart enough to put onto your bed. The sound of your cabinets opening and closing reached your ears. After a bit, it was silent and then he walked in, carrying a tray with some food, water, medicine, a cool rag, and the bottle he had brought all piled on top. He sat it on the side of the bed you weren’t on. Xavier tapped your shoulder.

            “Sit up Starlight,” he cooed. You obeyed again and he climbed onto the bed behind you so that you were nestled carefully between his legs with your back resting against his chest. Your head fell neatly into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Xavier wrapped his arms around you. A sigh escaped your lips because it felt nice to have him there, worrying about your health for something as tiny as a sunburn. “Here,” he breathed. Suddenly, the room went dark. A shiver of relief shot down your spine as you realized that he had placed the cool cloth over your eyes to relieve the dryness. He shifted again. Then he ordered, “Eat.” Something flaky touched your lips softly. You obeyed and opened your mouth, taking in the bite-size piece of lemon blueberry muffin he’d brought. It was sweet and citrusy. You chewed it for a bit before opening your mouth again for another piece. He fed you slowly. When it was done, he adjusted a bit to hand you the medicine and the glass of water, leading you the whole way.

            Exhaustion was slowly setting into your body. It felt too good to be here, curled up into his embrace while he cared for your pain. The cloth, now no longer cool, came off of your face and you opened your eyes a bit. Xavier was opening the bottle he’d brought.

            “Aloe vera,” he explained. “I wasn’t sure if you had any, so I brought some, just in case.” He rubbed his hands a little bit to even out the spread before reaching slowly for your face. “I’m going to put this on, okay?” You barely nod before closing your eyes. His fingers are gentle. The gel felt cool and sticky on your face, but the relief was almost enough to make you cry; he carefully coated your whole face with gentle motions until you were fully covered. Xavier shifted. He used the rag to clean his hands before wrapping you back into his embrace. He lightly kissed the top of your head again. “Sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll stay with you until you wake up.”

            Tears stung at the corners of your eyes- from pain, from relief, from appreciation- as you curled more into his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his breaths. Eventually, it rocked you into a deep, painless rest.

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Please do not repost to other websites. Reblogs welcomed!

Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it!

Xavier | Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus | Caleb

[magnoliaingold]

Sunburn- a Love and Deepspace Fanfiction Series #5

Synopsis: Oh no! You’ve gotten sunburn and it hurts… bad. Everything will be alright; your men have noticed and a little TLC from the LIs will help ease the pain.

Author’s Note: Welp. This is a mite late. I was supposed to upload it last week, but got distracted and forgot to do it. For full disclousre, Caleb is not my favorite of the bois, but I hope I gave him the respect his character deserves. I do see his appeal.

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Personal Care, Exposed skin/ Nudity (but not NSFW)

Characters: You/Reader, Caleb

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You groaned as your phone went off. You’d only been home 30 minutes after having stopped by Asko Hospital to have your sunburn checked out. It covered most of your body. Face, shoulders, back, stomach…. All because the Hunters Association thought it would be a good fundraising idea to do a Summer photo shoot for charity like those old firemen calendars. While the shoot had not exactly been risqué, several of you had been asked to do swimwear which meant that you were outside for extended periods with most of your skin exposed. In your defense, you did wear sunscreen. Which is why the doctor at Asko had let you come home with some prescribed medicines instead of keeping you trapped in a hospital bed.

            The ringing fell silent. You sighed in relief and curled further into your mattress, looking for some release from your pain. Then it started again. You almost threw the thing off the balcony. You slammed your hand down on it on your nightstand and froze when you saw that it was Caleb calling you. Slowly, you answered.

            “Hey Caleb,” you said hesitantly.

            “Don’t try it pip-squeak,” he huffed. “I already know.” You flinched a bit.

            “Know what?”

            “Well, if someone would read her text messages, you’d know what it is I already know. Go on. I’ll give you a second to do that.” You pulled your phone away from your ear and scrolled to the text messages. There were about fifteen in total you missed:

15: 05 PM Hey Pips! Made it back from the mission. It went well. Was actually a bit boring. Can we meet up this weekend? 15: 10 PM … 15:10 PM Stay silent if that’s a yes. 15:25 PM Pips? Are you working? I thought you were doing a photoshoot today. 15:26 PM You are going to send me a copy of the photos once you get the drafts, right? You did promise. 15:26 PM … Why are you at Asko Hospital? Did you get hurt? 15: 26 PM Pips, answer me. Why are you at the hospital? 15: 27 PM I’m giving you thirty minutes to answer and then I’m on the way to your door. 15: 28 PM I lied. I’m on the way. You better pick up your phone and tell me what is going on or so help me Pip-squeak…. 15: 28 PM I’m taking a fleet ship down. It’s faster than basic transport. Call me as soon as you get this message.   16:00 PM You have exactly fifteen minutes until I’m at your door. 16: 15 PM Open the door Pips. 16:15 PM I’m calling you. Why aren’t you answering? 16:16 PM Pips, at the risk of losing your front door, please open it. I’m going to try you one more time.

            You put the phone back to your ear and squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “I’m sorry Caleb,” you breathed. “I turned my phone off for the shoot. I only just turned it back on.”

            His breathing was tight. You could feel him trying his hardest to not lose his temper at you. “Pips, open this door and explain it to me to my face.” He doesn’t see it, but you nod. Dropping your phone on the bed, you staggered towards your door; your head spun a bit from the growing headache as you carefully made your way to him. You braced yourself for a moment. Then, you slowly cracked the door open, hiding your face carefully away from him.

            Caleb was imposing on the other side of it. Having not changed out of his Fleet Uniform, he felt even more so. The black of his jacket seemed to swallow the gap you created in the door for a moment, until he reached up sharply and with strength, pushed the door open more. You kept your face down. However, once he was inside, the door closed behind him, there was nowhere for you to run. Gently, he grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. His expression remained tight. You could sense the mild anger in his eyes, but more than that, you could see the shock, then sadness, that crossed through his eyes as he examined you, turning your head gently to each side.  

            “What happened,” he asked.

            You let out a sigh, the glove of his uniform was cool and actually felt nice against your sunburnt skin. “I went to Asko to make sure this wasn’t as bad as it felt.” You motioned to the rest of your body. “I got hit pretty badly and before you say anything, everyone was making sure we were all constantly putting sunscreen on. I was just one of the lucky few that it didn’t one hundred percent work on.” You pulled your chin from his grasp. “Seriously. I’m fine.”

            Caleb wasn’t certain. He wasn’t even bothering to try to hide the deep sadness he was feeling. Carefully, he pushed your hair behind your ear. “You got sick,” he breathed, “back when we were kids. Gran told you to put sunscreen on. You didn’t listen. That night, we had to rush you to the emergency room because you wouldn’t stop throwing up. You were barely conscious….” He shook his head. “Nope, I’m not leaving you alone tonight.”

            You sucked in a breath, “But….”

            “Nuh-uh,” he interrupted. Gently, he took your shoulders and spun you back towards the bedroom. “I’m going to take care of you and everything, Sooooo, all you need to do is work on feeling better. I’m assuming the doctor gave you some prescription medicine, right?” You sighed and knew that arguing with him wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Instead, you went to your bedroom, opened your closet, and pulled out the spare clothes you had ready for him, tossing them at him in the living room.

            “At least change out of your uniform. I don’t have a way to explain a colonel to the other residents of this complex.”

            Caleb raised an eyebrow at you, “You could just tell them the truth.”

            “I could, but then the old ladies won’t let me be. I do rather enjoy my quiet.” He smirked and gave you a playful Come here finger wag, which you narrowed your eyes at. You didn’t move. Instead, you crossed your arms and pouted, staring at him.

            “Then maybe I should just go introduce myself? Afterall, wouldn’t want anyone to think that I’m not properly taking care of my Pip-squeak.”

            “If you do that, I will never speak to you again!”

            “What? You wound me! Don’t tell me you’d add it to the grudge book….”

            “I’m going to lay down. Stop bringing up that damn book!” With a huff, you turned and went back to your room, plopping down on your mattress. Despite how much it hurt your face, you buried it into a pillow and screamed. You loved Caleb. Really, you did. But sometimes, he treated you more like a little sister than a partner and a small part of you wished he would let that go; you did understand that it was his way of making things feel normal between the two of you, but there was nothing normal about either of you or your relationship.

            You dozed off during all of that. When you woke up, the sun was setting, and a thin stream of orange light was breaking through your window as night quickly followed behind it. Your head didn’t hurt nearly as much as it did earlier. The delicious smell of food came from your bedroom door and your stomach growled, betraying your need for sustenance. Padding out to the kitchen, you found Caleb, now wearing the casual shirt and baggy pants you’d given him earlier, humming his way through cooking dinner. You propped yourself up on the island, your chin in your hands, as you took a deep breath in to capture the aroma.

            Without turning around, he said, “It’ll be ready in a moment. I was just about to come wake you up. How’s your head?”

            “My head’s fine,” you replied sleepily. “Skin still hurts though.”

            “That’s because you didn’t let me put the medicine on you before you went to sleep.” He tossed the food in the pan. “How about you take a cool shower after dinner and then we sit on the couch to do that? We can put on a movie of your choice.” Your heart twisted at those words. Despite how angry the two of you had started to feel earlier, you always returned to this, but you knew that, one day, the two of you would have to confront each other or the relationship would never be what you wanted it to be.

            Today, however, was not that day.

            No longer as grumpy from the pain as you had been, you let Caleb spoil you. The dinner he cooked tasted of home. It was warm and familiar on your tongue. The shower after was just as refreshing; even just a little bit of the cool water helped to take some of the bite out of your burn. You stayed in a little longer than normal to enjoy it. When you came out, dressed in your lightest weight material pajamas, he was already set up on the couch with snacks, water, and medicine. Caleb patted his lap.

            “Come here Pips.” You obliged. Caleb handed you the water first, which you drank some of, before letting you rest on his lap. He pulled the medicine tube out. He dabbed some of the gel playfully across your face. It didn’t take you long to realize that he was messing with you. You swatted his hand. He laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll make sure to apply it properly.” He carefully smoothed the gel into your face in little circles, giving you a gentle massage at the same time. The relief was almost instantaneous. You sighed as your whole body started to relax. He repeated the whole process for the other parts of your body. “There,” he said, satisfied, “all medicated. What do you want to watch? We could watch Top Gun since it’s on the oldies channel or there’s that new rom-com that came out last week. Or how about that horror movie we saw in theaters last year…?”

            Medicated, fed, and comfortable, your eyes flutter a bit. “Hmmm let’s do Top Gun,” you breathed. It was one of his favorites- no matter how corny it was. Caleb stared down at you, a small smile forming on his lips; he leaned down and gave you a series of gentle pecks on the lips. He didn’t let it get out of control. Even he wasn’t a monster to escalate things to the next level when you were in such pain. When he finished, he turned on the movie. You rolled over just enough to see the screen, your head still firmly on his lap. However, you only managed to get through the first ten or so minutes before your eyes closed and you were sound asleep. Caleb shifted just a bit. He petted your head gently to not wake you. Carefully, he raised some of your hair to his lips, giving you the softest kiss yet.

            “Don’t worry,” he breathed, letting your hair fall back down, “I’ll stay here until you feel all better. I’ll never let you experience pain alone again.”

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Xavier | Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus | Caleb

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Sunburn- a Love and Deepspace Fanfiction Series #3

Synopsis: Oh no! You’ve gotten sunburn and it hurts… bad. Everything will be alright; your men have noticed and a little TLC from the LIs will help ease the pain.

Author’s Note: Going to put a "This is the Exposed skin/ Nudity" warning in this comment. Rafayel helps "you" undress and stand in the shower to cool your skin. Even he's not numb enough to do anything while you're sick. Reader discretion is still advised.

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Personal Care, Exposed skin/ Nudity (but not NSFW)

Characters: You/Reader, Rafayel

MDNI

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Rafayel

            “You’re running a bit late there Miss Body…. Holy shit what happened to you?” You cringed a bit as Rafayel stopped his brush stroke on the canvas. The piece he was working on was a large one with waves crashing into the cliff side of a light house. He’d used metallic paint on the light coming from inside of the tall, lonely building to make it glow in the darkness of the sky and waves, accenting it in red to give it a feeling of power and ominousness. He claimed it was to show the monstrous beauty that the ocean carried deep within itself. He’d been inspired weeks ago on a business trip. A sudden storm had locked him into his hotel room where he could see the lighthouse from. In the final stretches, the piece looked imposing.

            You tried to focus on it. However, the waves undulated in your vision. It felt like you were about to be swallowed into the abyss.

            You took a shocked breath and staggered forward, your bare knees coming into contact with the cool marble of the floor. There was a clatter of several things dropping and suddenly, his arms were around you, catching you. Gently, Rafayel placed a hand on your forehead. It felt amazing. Cool. Without meaning to, you leaned into it, searching for any relief that you could find.

            “If you wanted to be a lobster that bad,” he teased, “all you had to do was ask. I’m sure I could’ve come up with a way to make you look exactly like one.” A dark chuckle actually escaped your lips at that one.

            It wasn’t like you’d asked to be sunburnt to hell and back. It had just… happened? One minute you were tracking a spatial anomaly, fighting off Wanderers, collecting data afterwards on the area to make sure it was good, and before you knew it, your shoulders and face were tingling. A quick glance in your cellphone’s camera showed you how bad you’d been hit.

            “It hurts Raf,” you whined, not even bothering to hide the extreme discomfort in your voice. His arm tightened a bit. You almost screamed.

            “Come on,” he said, gently scooping you up. You’d worn shorter pants than normal for today’s hunt because of how hot it was, but you regretted it. The backs of your calves felt dry and leathery. Not much of your shoulder area was exposed, but your shirt wasn’t specifically designed to block UV rays and so, you could feel the same pain there as you did on your legs. Raf was careful not to grip any places he suspected you were stinging in. He princess carried you to his bathroom which was enormous and totally over the top, which you’ve told him a few thousand plus times. There was a large vanity with a marble top underneath a gold mirror to one side, an in-floor bathtub that fit up to five people (not that he’d ever had or wanted five people to be in it at the same time mind you), and a large shower off in a corner. He carefully sat you down on the cool counter of the vanity before turning and starting the water in the shower. You leaned over to place your cheek on the counter. It felt nice. Solid. Steadying.  

            “This will be the best way to get your skin cooled down cutie,” he said, shaking his hand a bit to rid it of the excess water. The temperature was finally right- not cold, but not excessively hot. “Do you want me to help you undress?” With your eyes closed, you nod at him and sit back up. Slowly, carefully, Rafayel peeled away your clothing and what you didn’t see, as your eyes remained shut through the whole process, was the way his expression twisted the more he took in. His heart squeezed. It would be easy to tease you for letting this happen, but he could see how badly you hurt, and even he had his limits. When his knuckles grazed across your skin, you jerked. That hurt him more than anything.

            His hands suddenly stopped touching you. Confused, you opened your eyes enough to see him changing too. He smirked when he noticed you were watching.

            “Don’t worry. We won’t be doing anything too scandalous.” He came closer, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “I need to make sure your skin is cooled off properly.” Once more, he cradled you as the two of you stepped into the shower. At first, the water felt too cold, but you realized that’s because your skin was so hot and itchy. You breathed a sigh of relief once you adjusted and the stinging weakened quite a bit as you leaned back against him, letting the water wash over you. He gently massaged your head. His long fingers combed through your hair as he ensured that you were getting the relief you needed. You stayed that way for a long time. He kept you up, supporting you when you began to feel dizzy, constantly asking if you needed to get out or sit down on the floor.

            After a good long while, you gently patted his face with your hand, “Out.”

            “Right away ma’am,” he said. He reached around you to turn off the water before stepping out of the shower with your hand in his. There was a towel warmer. He opened the top and pulled out a deliciously warm clean towel that he carefully used to wipe off the excess water from your skin. Once done, he wrapped it around you and made you sit back on the counter while he dried and dressed himself.

            “Where are my clothes,” you asked. Rafayel shook his head and took your hand, leading you out of the bathroom still in the towel and into his bedroom where he promptly made you lay on the bed. He left you for a moment. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of seagulls out on the wind. A gentle breeze blew in through the large open window and you could taste the salt on the air. Your breathing began to slow as you drifted.

            “Don’t fall asleep on me yet cutie,” he teased. You opened your eyes again, but your vision couldn’t quite make out the shapes in front of you. Rafayel was seated next to you. He had pulled up a chair- a large, oversized one that usually lived in the corner of his room where you spent most of your time reading. In his hands was a tub of some kind. He opened the top with a soft -click- before dragging his fingers through it, scooping up some of the contents. You sink back a bit.

            “You’re not really going to paint me into a lobster, are you?”

            He chuckled a bit. “No, cutie. I promise on my honor that you’re not about to be painted red.” He moved his hand closer. Your vision was clearer now, and you could see that he held a white substance that wasn’t as thick as the acrylic paints you were used to him using. “I got this lotion from a high-end store. This is what I use when I get sunburned myself.” You snorted a bit.

            “You don’t sunburn,” you protested, “You rarely ever leave your house.”

            “Well, now I’m just offended. Of course I leave my house. I’ve got to get inspiration from somewhere.” He playfully poked your nose. “Besides, you’ve been with me for some of those trips. I normally wear a lot of sunscreen to keep that from happening, buuuuut there are times I forget, or I lose track of time. Gotta take care of my delicate skin after all, or the critics will take away my ‘most handsome bachelor’ award.” He rubbed his hands together for a moment before slathering your injured legs one by one with them. A moan almost escaped your lips.

            “Lose it then,” you mumbled. “You’re not a bachelor anymore anyway.”

            “Is someone jealous of what other people label me? I’m flattered.”

            “And don’t get sunburnt. Take care of yourself.”

            “As my goldfish wishes. Is there anything else you’d like me to do?” There’s a moment’s pause. You relished the feeling of his deft hands moving along the rough skin of your legs and the soothing relief of the lotion he’s given you.

            “Yes,” you finally said, “I want you to cuddle me when you’re done.” His hands stopped for just a split second before returning to their careful care. When he finished with your legs, he moved up to your shoulders and face. You see a softness in his expression. It is love and care wrapped in one look, but you do feel a bit frustrated. Gently, you kiss his jaw as he leans over you. His breath hitched. “Well? Are you going to grant my request?”

            “I’d love to,” he returned, “but let’s get you into something more comfortable than a towel. You need to heal.” His fingers stopped. He straightened. “There. All covered.” You had to admit. You did feel better. Definitely more moisturized and the stinging had gone down a hair. Your skin no longer felt wrong to move in. Rafayel opened a drawer in his closet and pulled out a cute pajama set- it had little red fish on it and was made out of a lightweight fabric. He handed it to you. You dressed yourself while he went to get you a glass of water and some medicine, both of which you downed as soon as he returned. Finally, he climbed into the bed with you. He pulled up the thin blanket to cover both of you while you carefully adjusted into prime cuddling position. Raf, using the arm you were laying on, played with your hair a bit.

             “Sleep,” he breathed into your ear. “Heal.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll be right here when you wake up. That is a promise.” You nuzzled yourself into his neck a bit and as you listened to his steady heartbeat, your eyes closed. The darkness you met was peaceful.

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Xavier | Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus | Caleb