you invited sylus as a plus one to your friend’s wedding, and sylus, finding it as an opportunity to be presented as your arm candy, accepted it without further hesitation.
the wedding was beautiful. sylus hands you a handkerchief while you teared up witnessing your friend recite her vows, feeling emotional as you can hear the raw emotion of love seep into her words.
you loved love, and you loved seeing your friends experience love with their partners, you knew they deserved.
the reception came, it was no less beautiful than the wedding, and sylus could already see the way your gaze fixates on the decor, how your eyes linger on the color palettes and tableware.
he didn’t need his aether core to know that you were already imagining your own wedding.
in the middle of the reception, you stood up as the women in the venue gathered in the middle, the bride turning her back on the crowd as the gentleman watched from the sidelines.
it was time for the infamous bouquet toss.
sylus stands to the side, a relaxed smile on his face as he watches you stand by the side, not really drawing much attention to yourself.
you were giggling with the other guests and bridesmaids, pointing playfully at each other, as if predicting who was most likely to get the bouquet.
a countdown was held. the bride tossed it behind her shoulder, you and the crowd jumped to reach out for the bouquet.
only for the bouquet to awkwardly dangle on the chandelier as it got stuck.
sylus sees as you immediately step to the side, letting the guests jump and grab at the bouquet that was hanging by the ribbon.
you met sylus’ eye, and smiled.
you gave him a shrug; you were not about to fight over a bouquet. your pride wouldn’t let you.
sylus, however had another idea.
he places the wine glass he sported on the table behind him before he casually walks to where you stood.
a yelp escapes your lips. you find your butt resting on sylus’s shoulder as he hoists you up, giving you a needed height boost.
the women were left shocked as he walked towards the chandelier, you immediately got the hint as you reached for the dangling bouquet with no difficulty.
he smirks, setting you down, planting a kiss on your temple before he steps back to where the other men watched with their jaws dropped. you couldn’t help the flustered giggle that leaves your lips as the women swarm over you, slapping your arm playfully while they whisper about your boyfriend.
turns out, you weren’t the only one imagining a wedding in your head. truthfully, sylus was already planning to propose whether or not you won the bouquet toss.
though, getting the blessing of tradition was definitely a welcomed plus.
inspired by that one tiktok i saw that went exactly like this <3 (just the reception bit)
The grape slides down Rafayel’s abdomen, leaving a purple trail on his skin.
The fruit delicately clings to the thin fabric of his clothes, and you reach out to grab it before it falls completely.
Rafayel grabs your wrist, and your eyes meet, realizing the atmosphere has shifted. Tension fills the air, but you insist on retrieving the fruit and bringing it back to his mouth.
Slightly irritated by your persistence, he turns his face away and firmly holds your wrist, pulling you to sit on his lap, facing him. The grape falls and disappears into the sheets.
— Forget the fruit. — he says, panting.
You try to break free but realize his arms around your waist hold you in place. Panic sets in for a moment, and you try to escape without any clear reason.
— Why are you pushing me away? Look at my chest, my stomach. I'm all dirty because of you. — he complains, pouting.
You swallow hard and glance around, searching for a towel or any piece of cloth. Rafayel rolls his eyes and releases you. You grab a white cloth and return to him as he sits on the bed, leaning back, exposing his abdomen.
When you touch him with the wet cloth, he shivers and lets out a soft moan.
— It’s cold. Isn’t there another way to clean me? — he says with a hoarse voice.
You look at him, surprised, and despite your embarrassment, you decide to take the next step. Kneeling by the bed, you look at him.
— What are you doing, Miss Bodyguard? — he whispers, his voice faltering.
You ignore him and slide your mouth along his stomach, wiping away the mark left by the grape. A wave of heat rushes through your body, but you don't stop.
Rafayel places his hand on the back of your neck, gently stroking your hair, encouraging you not to stop.
You move up to his chest, cleaning it with soft kisses and your tongue.
At this point, Rafayel welcomes you with an intense kiss, his tongue exploring yours.
— The grape really was... delicious. Or is that the natural taste of your mouth? — he whispers, intoxicated with desire.
You return the kiss with passion but gently push him back, knowing it’s not over yet.
Rafayel lies down, and you position yourself over him, ready to please him in a different way.
You slide your fingers along the waistband of his pants, but he quickly pulls you down, positioning you on top of him.
— What did you think you were going to do? — he whispers.
— Let me go... let me down. — you say, struggling to break free.
— That wouldn’t be fair... — he says, adjusting a strand of your hair.
— What do you mean? I know you want it. — you say, aware of his situation.
In a swift movement, Rafayel pins you down on the bed, holding your wrists.
— What are you going to do? — you ask, startled.
— I’ll give you what you need...
— And what do I need? — you ask.
— My mouth... — he whispers hoarsely into your ear.
You sigh, feeling your entire body shiver. He was right; you needed it. More than anything in the world.
Rafayel then places gentle kisses along the side of your neck while loosening your clothes, which are easy to remove.
He frees you from your top and slides his lips softly over your breasts. Your nipples harden immediately with arousal.
You swallow hard and take a deep breath.
Noticing your reactions, Rafayel smirks slightly before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking while playing with the other in his hand.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back your moans, and he notices.
— Oh, don’t be so tough, Miss Bodyguard. Relax for me. — he says, alternating between your breasts.
Rafayel then moves his mouth down your stomach, and you feel your body trembling and burning like fire.
He moves further down, settling comfortably between your legs.
He looks up at you, admiring your flushed face and your aroused, fuller breasts.
Rafayel smiles and gently pulls aside the fabric of your skirt, revealing your panties.
You take a deep breath but find yourself too weak to resist. You gently stroke his face, giving him the green light.
He then moves your panties aside and places a few kisses while inhaling your scent. He pants and swallows hard as your fragrance seduces and drives him wild.
Rafayel then removes your panties and circles your clit with his tongue. You squirm, your breath faltering.
He realizes you need a bit more to moan for him. He slides his tongue inside, delighting in your first moans.
But a wild desire to give you even more pleasure burns inside him.
Rafayel then pulls back slightly, placing his hand on your face. He runs his thumb around your lips, gazing at your mouth, dazed.
Instinctively, you open your mouth and take two of his fingers in. You suck on them as he looks at you with affection.
He then trails the wet fingers down your body, causing small spasms.
Rafayel returns his mouth to your clit while slipping two fingers inside you. You let out an unexpected moan and bite your lip, trying to hold back.
He frowns, disapproving of your restraint.
You lose control, finally reaching your climax as he watches, savoring the feeling of you tightening around his fingers.
— You look so beautiful when you give in to me... — he whispers, his voice drowsy.
Rafayel watches until the last wave of pleasure washes over you, then crawls up to lie beside you. He snuggles close, nuzzling his nose in your hair, tracing a path to your ear, and whispers hoarsely:
— I love you so much... I hope this is just the first of many memories...
synopsis: how he reacts when you call them by their full name in front of other people
character/s: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x f!reader (separate)
warning/s: none!
note/s: my favorite one has to be zayne and sylus' im ngl i had so much fun writing this
xavier:
you should’ve known that dating the notorious quiet, handsome man in the association would be an open invitation for your coworkers to pry and get answers for the questions they always had but never dared to ask.
how could they? whenever they talk to xavier, he replies with one-word answers, worse, sometimes he just stares as if the question was the stupidest thing he has ever heard. and honestly, that idea wasn’t far-fetched.
having you as his partner and girlfriend only solidified the association’s curiosity about xavier.
“i don’t think he’d care.” simone mutters as she bites another mini sandwich from the snack display.
tara shakes her head as if trying to convince her to change her mind. “he can’t not care! right?” she turns to you as you tilt your head in confusion, not catching majority of the conversation, too caught up in a mini staring contest that you and xavier had from across the room.
“what?”
“how do you think xavier would react to being called by his name.” you furrow your brows at tara’s question, not exactly getting it.
“nothing? it’s his name…” “no, not his name but his name-name.”
in all honesty, tara lost you. but you urged her to explain that couples usually dislike it when they’re called by their given names rather than a pet name.
and now that you’ve thought about it, you didn’t think that you’ve ever called xavier by his real name.
with tara’s devilish grin, you almost felt bad for wanting to test it out, after all, no better time than the present, right?
“i bet twenty that he doesn’t care.” simone wagers, you almost scolded her, if not for tara’s enthusiastic counter with a fifty.
your gaze flits towards xavier who was already approaching the three of you with two drinks in hand.
he smiles softly as he hands you the flute of champagne. you gave him a grateful smile, the words slipping out of your lips almost in a foreign way.
“thank you, Xinghui.”
you could see the way xavier’s smile twitches. he does not respond; instead, he wraps an arm around your waist.
“are you having fun, star?” you nod before turning back to your friends whose expressions differed from triumph to devastation at the immediate turnout of their bet.
“mm!” you nod, a smile on your face as you lean over to his warmth. “i was just telling simone and tara how much my Shen Xinghui treats me well.”
xavier swoons at the my but not so much what came after.
“ah. i see.” he tightens his grip around your waist before he gestures towards the open balcony, in the guise of fresh air.
you bid your friends a wave goodbye, tara looking like she was trying her hardest not to laugh and simone already counting the bills in her wallet to slap on tara’s waiting hand.
once you and xavier were on the clear, he pulls you into his arms, his face buried on the crook of your neck.
“did i do something wrong? i’m sorry.” xavier says softly against your skin, tickling you slightly.
you giggle, pulling his face away to see a pout on his lips.
“what do you mean, Xinghui?” his pout deepens.
“i don’t like that name.” “what do you mean? it’s literally your name.”
“yeah, to others, but not to you.” xavier says as he holds you tighter against him.
you conclude that it was the end of your little prank, as you explained the bet that your friends made. xavier huffs as he mumbles at the crown of your head.
“i’d rather you call me lumiere.”
“really?!”
“no.”
zayne:
when zayne told you that his parents were going to visit, it was safe to say that you spent the entire day ensuring that your home was welcoming. you and zayne spent time cleaning and redecorating your shared space.
the doorbell rings, and for a moment, you thought it was his parents who arrived an hour early, but to your surprise, it was only the deliveryman for the patisserie you ordered from.
knowing that althea and jace rarely spent time in linkon, you wanted to ensure that they could try new delicacies, so you ordered linkon’s finest macarons, and as a bonus, you bought them their favorite tea as well.
you placed it on the kitchen countertop and forgot about it, thinking that you could easily plate them once they arrived. you failed to notice the curious doctor who approached the box after you left.
althea and jace arrived right on time, you greeted them with a smile as althea hugs you, complimenting how beautiful you had grown from the last time she saw you, while you led them to the couch. zayne sat on the opposite sofa, engaging in small talk, blushing slightly as his father coos about how chubbier his cheeks are and how healthier he looks.
“i’ll prepare some tea.” you excuse yourself as you walk to the kitchen to steep the tea.
once it was finished, you put the teacups on the tray as you walked back to the living room, where they were.
“oh! zayne, could you pour out the tea? i’ll go get the dessert,” you say to your husband, who freezes for a split second.
“no need, darling,” zayne says as he makes a move to stand up. “i can get it; you should sit down. you’ve done enough,” he says, coaxing you to sit down. you shake your head, stopping him from standing up.
“it’s okay, zaynie, i’m already standing up, just sit down and catch up, i’ll be right back.” you say, giving his cheek a swift peck, hearing his mother coo at how domestic the two of you were.
you went back in the kitchen, humming slightly under your breath before it stops as you opened the box ofdesserts.
there were only six macarons left. you ordered eight.
your jaw drops at the only answer as to why two were suddenly missing. without saying anything more, you plated the remaining macarons before carrying it back.
you can see zayne’s back as you walk, slightly tense as he tries to keep up with a conversation with his father.
“Li Shen.” zayne jolts as you say his name, you can’t see his exact expression, but judging by the way althea was biting her lip in amusement and jace was already grinning, you know that he knows that he’s in trouble.
“yes, dearest?” zayne answers, his hand on the teacup as he takes a small sip, trying to act unbothered.
“why are there only six macarons?” you walked slowly, placing the plate in the middle of the coffee table and facing him, crossing your arms.
zayne blinks slowly, you can see the small gulp he took.
“perhaps the patisserie made a mistake. we can contact them after,” he says in a calm tone.
you raise a brow.
“you have crumbs at the corner of your mouth, Li Shen.” his eyes widened before he put the teacup down, wiping at his mouth, trying to get rid of the evidence, but the four of you know it was too late.
althea laughs at the display, patting her husband affectionately on the arms.
“this reminds me of when we caught our little zaynie sneaking for the cookie jar when he was young, right jace?” jace nods, a stifled laugh leaving his lips.
zayne looks down in embarrassment. you clicked your tongue softly before sitting beside him.
“i told you the desserts were for your parents!” you whined softly as you took one of the macarons, slicing it and eating it, stabbing another bite for zayne.
he unashamedly takes it.
“i apologize, my love.” he was not sorry at all.
althea and jace only look at the two of you, amused. yet, happy that their zaynie truly found love.
you reached down absentmindedly towards zayne’s teacup, only for you to flinch.
his teacup was frozen solid.
you looked at him who avoided your gaze, before clearing his throat.
“i’d argue that the frozen teacup is your fault.” zayne says, immediately regretting it as you glared at him.
“what was that?”
“i said that you are sweeter than any macaron i have ever tried.”
sounds about right.
rafayel:
rafayel has been working on a painting for the last three hours. well, that’s how long it seemed to you because you’ve only been in his mansion for three hours. you knew he was painting for longer, given that it looked like it physically hurt him to adjust his posture.
“raf, take a break,” you say gently as you place a hand on his back.
he looks at you with a smile on his face. “in a bit, cutie! i promise. i’m about to invent a new color.” you rolled your eyes at his quip, yet let him do it, you wouldn’t have been able to pry him off anyway.
the sound of a doorbell ringing takes your attention off your boyfriend, who seems to have the idea of ignoring the sound.
“don’t worry, cutie. it’s probably thomas.” rafayel waves it off. you sighed and walked towards the door.
“you know, he wouldn’t be as overbearing if you stopped ignoring him,” you retort.
“no, cutie. he’d lock me up in his basement to keep painting if he could.”
you paid his response no mind as you opened his door, awaiting to see thomas’ brunette hair and stressed-out expression. only to be pleasantly surprised when you see the shade of rafayel’s hair greet you.
“talia! what a surprise.” you say, greeting her as your eyes flit downwards, seeing the luggage at her feet. “oh! let me carry those in, please come inside. i didn’t know you were visiting.” you hurriedly grasp her luggage, then usher her in.
talia thanks you with a smile on her face, giving you a gentle laugh as you fussed over her.
at this point, you were flustered. you did not know that rafayel’s aunt was visiting; had you known, you would’ve made a greater effort in getting rafayel to clean his own home. it was in no means ready to cater to a guest.
“ah, really?” talia asked, genuinely surprised. “i thought rafayel might’ve told you. but then again, rafayel easily forgets things.”
you smiled, nodding, still giving her your best host-like smile, while inside your head, you were already scolding your boyfriend in your mind.
“--just like how he forgot to pick me up from the airport.” “what?”
you couldn’t help but cut talia off as your eyes widened. you looked over to the painter who was still stuck in his own world, as if his only remaining family member wasn’t standing in his house.
“Qi Yu.”
rafayel freezes in his action, the paintbrush dropping from his hand for a split second before he sharply turns towards you, who looks back at him, unamused.
your arms were crossed, a glare on your face as you stared him down.
“...yes, my cutie?”
you give him an unimpressed look before raising a brow. rafayel seems to have noticed the additional presence in the room as his eyes widened. from under his breath, you could hear him mutter a curse.
he immediately straightens, ignoring the kinks in his back that screamed at him from the sudden movement, before he walks to where the two of you were, his arm rising to wrap against your waist, only for you to dodge it in an obvious way.
“cutie–”
“you didn’t tell me that talia was visiting!” you say, exasperated. “and how could you invite her here when this place is such a mess! she came all the way from varona and this is what you greet her with?”
rafayel rubs a hand behind his neck, sheepish. “i forgot.”
“really, Qi Yu. you forgot.”
rafayel flinches as you use his full name; that action spurs talia to let out a laugh at the banter.
“i have seen rafayel be summoned by his father using that name, and he does not even bat an eye, yet…” talia smirks as she interlocks her arm with yours.
“i see my nephew has a weakness.”
rafayel would’ve found a way to refute, really, he would, but his face was burning and his lips were formed into a pout as he saw you visibly soften at talia’s assurance.
“no need to worry about me, dear. i’ll make myself at home in the guest room.” talia pats your arm once before she wheels in her luggage towards the relatively tidy guest room.
when talia was gone, you looked at rafayel with a blank expression on your face.
“cutie…”
“so, let me get this straight.” you interrupt him. “you ignore me for three hours even though you invited me to your house. you forget to pick up your aunt from the airport and you forget to tell me so i can prepare to accommodate her, and now all you can say is cutie? really, Qi Yu?”
rafayel wraps his arms around you, pulling your front flush to his chest as he whines. “cutiee—” he buries his face onto your hair. “i’m sorry. please never call me that again.”
your lips twitch, secretly having fun with his reactions.
“Qi Y—” “cutiee. stooop.” rafayel whines as he nuzzles his face onto your neck. he sighs as he pulls away, a pout still on his face. “i promise i’d take better notice of my schedules.”
“and?”
“and?!” rafayel echoes back, offended that you didn’t take the bait before he collects himself. “and i’ll treat you and talia to an expensive dinner tonight.”
“good.”
rafayel pouts.
“you can be so mean sometimes, cutie.”
“really, Qi—” “stop!”
sylus:
sometimes, you curse yourself for being competent. at first, you thought that showing guts in the hunter’s association would bring you more respect and dignity.
in reality, it just thrusts you on more missions that make you question if the salary was justifiable.
you were so tired, you just got back from a week-long mission.
you just wanted to rest in sylus’ arms and whine about how the association was wringing you dry and look at him in appallment once he suggests quitting your job. you know, the usual.
as you ride your motorbike to the N109 zone, you can already imagine the conversation. you smiled softly to yourself as you approached the heavy doors that seemed to readily open to you.
you walk towards the main hall, brows furrowing as you hear luke and kieran throwing out profanities and the sounds of controllers clicking.
you push open the door to see luke, kieran and, surprisingly sylus, on the couch with their vr gear on. you see the tv playing a racing game that you vaguely remember playing. judging by the twins’ response, you assumed that sylus was in the lead.
as much as you would’ve loved to join in and have a little game night, you were tired and wanted nothing more but to be held by your lover.
seeing sylus be so unguarded and oblivious to your arrival, you couldn’t help but time your entrance, once you see sylus seconds away from the finish line, you cleared your throat as you loudly called out.
“Qin Che.”
luke and kieran freeze as if they were the ones being called as they ripped out the vr gear from their faces, looking like deer in headlights. sylus also takes his off, albeit slower, as he takes in your figure. a look of surprise and longing in his expression.
you had your arms crossed, a blank expression on your face as you stepped closer.
almost immediately, you see the twins skedaddle past you, dropping their gear and leaving sylus sitting on the couch.
“ooooooo, dad’s in trouble!” you hear luke tease, and a sharp smack! right after, as kieran urges him to move faster, the door slams shut.
an offended caw resounds in the room, you turn around to see mephisto banging itself on the door, wanting to get out as well. you bit back laughter as you see the door open for just a sliver before a gloved hand– you’re assuming luke, reaches out to pull mephisto by the wing, an indignified squawk leaving the metal crow’s beak.
the room was silent, save for the video game’s background music, to which sylus shuts down.
you walked over to him, who sat there waiting for your next move.
without another word, you sat on his lap, your face pressing against his chest, hearing the way his heart was beating significantly faster.
“welcome home.” sylus says as he wraps his arms around you, breathing in your scent.
“your heart’s beating really fast.” you point out, voice muffled by his chest. you pull away slightly to look up at sylus who immediately presses a kiss on your forehead.
“well. it seemed like a certain kitten hissed at me unprovoked,” sylus said as he affectionately ran his fingers through your hair.
“all because i called you by your name?”
sylus chuckles as he presses another kiss to the crown of your head.
“sweetie, you underestimate the power you have over me.”
caleb:
you really shouldn’t have agreed to be caleb’s date at their high school reunion. hell, he shouldn’t have even bothered going.
the day could’ve been spent with the two of you cuddling in comfortable clothes on your sofa, but no. caleb thought it would be a good idea to show you around the DAA.
which wasn’t what was happening as his former classmates whisked him away. you stood off to the side, a frown on your face, arms crossed over your chest.
caleb promised you that he’d be back in five minutes. it’s been thirteen minutes, and there was no sign of him ending the conversation. good thing that gideon was right beside you, keeping you company, as he only arrived a few minutes ago.
“your boyfriend sure is popular, huh?” gideon teases as he nudges you with his elbow.
“too popular if you ask me,” you mumble under your breath, eye twitching as yet another former classmate approaches him.
gideon snorts under his breath. “he’s always been popular, not even your scrunchie on his wrist managed to ward off the girls at the time.” you huff at that, eyes zoning in on the girl by the corner of your approaching caleb.
it was irrational, you’re well aware of that, but enough was enough.
‘caleb is mine.’ the jealous part of your mind screamed.
“Xia YiZhou!”
for a split second, you can feel the tension in the room drop, and everyone in the room freezes. caleb immediately turns to where you were standing, smiling sheepishly.
“coming, honey!” caleb walks briskly to where you were, but you gave him the cold shoulder.
he tries to pry your arms away from your chest as he attempts to coddle you.
“you said five minutes, Xia YiZhou.” you say, turning away from him. from the side, you can hear gideon stifle a laugh as caleb’s face drops at your words.
“pips, you know—” “five minutes. you said.” you glare at the way caleb’s lips twitched, you knew the bastard was fighting a smirk.
“is my pipsqueak feeling bored–” he reaches up to playfully pinch your cheek, but you dodged his hand before walking away.
“damn dude, good luck.” you hear gideon say as you exit the venue.
caleb follows you, letting you walk three steps ahead. you walk by the school’s open garden, feeling the breeze pass your face.
“go away, Xia YiZhou! i don’t wanna see you.” you hear caleb chuckle from behind you, and all of a sudden, he’s right beside you, flinging an arm around your shoulders.
“what’s got my baby apple upset, hm?” you huffed, reaching for your opposite shoulder to pull his hand, only to feel his palm sweating.
and caleb’s palm only ever does that when he’s nervous.
you fight the grin that threatens to escape your face. however, caleb already caught sight of it.
“ah, i see. someone just wanted my attention.” you rolled your eyes, dropping the facade.
“there were too many girls trying to talk to you.” you huffed. “it’s like they don’t know you have a girlfriend!” you squint your eyes, accusatory.
“unless you told them you didn’t have one.”
“hey now, pipsqueak.” caleb flicks your forehead softly. “even if they didn’t know, i’d let them know. no need to be jealous,” you huff, turning around.
caleb couldn’t help the chuckle that leaves his lips as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“i’m all yours, pipsqueak.”
“Xia YiZhou, you dummy!”
caleb only smiles against the back of your head, finding your little tantrum cute.
“yeah, yeah. your dummy. i know.”
mentally, he was already planning all the ways he could get you to call out to him affectionately once more.
note/s: omg two uploads in one day that's craaaaaaazy lmao i hope you enjoyed this one <3
you furrowed your brows at sylus’ question, your phone was posed between your hands, angling it towards the michelin course that was in front of you, finger on the touchscreen, ready to take a picture.
“do what?”
sylus gestures vaguely to your phone.
“take pictures of the food.” sylus answers, you give him a sheepish smile.
“i like taking pictures of the food before i eat it, i’m immortalizing the visual before i devour it.”
sylus snorts, shaking his head fondly, but he doesn’t say anything more as he lets you take photos of your meal in all angles until you are satisfied.
while you were engrossed in your little photoshoot, you failed to see sylus take his phone out and angle it towards you, waiting for the moment your lips pout in concentration before he snaps the photo.
not realizing that he was a grandpa with technology, the shutter sound caught your attention. not that it mattered.
“sylus, what’re you doing? you should’ve told me! i wasn’t ready.”
sylus looks at the photo he took, lips twitching into a smirk.
“just as you said, sweetie.”
he lifts his head to meet your eyes.
“i’m immortalizing the visual before i devour her tonight, kitten.”
synopsis: you trap yourself in a ring of salt because you’re mad at your bf
characters: jinu, abby, romance, mystery, baby
warning/s: none,
note/s: mystery’s takes a different approach! and i’m so baby biased i’m unapologetic about it lmfao
jinu:
the argument you and jinu had was in no way detrimental to your relationship but it would be a lie to say that it didn’t piss you off.
you saw him corner the huntrix member with a smirk on his face and lean down, you know that jinu would never do anything to put your relationship at risk but the sight definitely had you seeing red.
“(y/n), talk to me.” jinu says as he follows you around the living room, you say nothing as you stand on the side of the living room, a jar full of salt in your hand as you draw a reasonably sized circle around yourself.
“sweetheart, you can’t be serious.” he crosses his arms as he looks at you. you spared him a glance, still not saying anything as you sat down, opening the book and paying him no mind.
“don’t you think you’re being petty?” he asks. you say nothing, flipping a page louder than necessary to get the point across. i’m ignoring you.
jinu sighs. “you know, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually. i won’t bother you.”
another page flipped.
jinu throws his hands up in surrender. “fine! be that way.”
you scoff at his lack of effort as he walks away, but you didn’t bother replying to him as you continued to read your book.
hours passed and there was no sign of jinu, a part of you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the fact that jinu kept his word and didn’t bother you.
you swallowed, cringing at how dry your throat feels, looking around the living room, you see no sign of your demon boyfriend. surely, you can grab a glass of water and get back in your circle to finish your book.
you step carefully over the circle, making sure that your step makes no sound and that the salt stays in place.
you let out a sigh in relief, only to scream in shock once a dark mist appears and a hand pulls you into a warm body.
“hi there, sweetheart.” jinu whispers sweetly into your ear. you thrash against his hold, trying to pull away but you were no match for his inhumane strength as he had the audacity to laugh at your attempts.
when you calmed down, jinu turned you around to face him, smirking at the pout on your face.
“are you ready to talk now?” he asks. you shake your head slightly. “there’s nothing to talk about, jinu.”
“that can’t be right.” he clicks his tongue. “my sweetheart is mad at me. i want to fix things.”
jinu places a finger under your chin and tilts it up to face him. “let’s fix this, please?”
you relent, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.
“i really… didn’t appreciate you leaning close to rumi like that.” you say quietly, almost as if you dreaded what he would say. you expected him to call you overdramatic, that it didn’t mean anything or that you were blowing things out of proportion.
“i see.” jinu replies, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better. i should’ve thought how you would feel.” huh?
you pull away to see jinu looking at you with a serious expression.
“i won’t do it again, promise.” you couldn’t find the words to say as you let him whisk you onto the couch.
“can you promise me something too?”
“what?”
“let me know when you need assurance. there’s only ever you for me.”
abby:
you and abby were in a standstill. you expressed displeasure about how his fans were too touchy and that he should establish a boundary between them because his body was yours to touch, not theirs. abby only patted your head and called you cute but did nothing to address your concerns and that irked you off.
“baby, you aren’t serious right?”
“yes i am.” you say as you cross your arms, sitting in your circle of salt, glaring at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to cry.
“all because a few randoms flirted with me? baby you know you’re the only one for me.” the way he brushes off your reason for being pissed off only serves to piss you off even more.
you rolled your eyes, even going as far as to turn your back on him, huffing.
a groan escapes abby’s lips. “babe, come on you can’t be serious.” you say nothing.
“fine! be that way, let’s see who cracks first.” he says, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms, staring straight at you as if he were challenging you.
it was on.
you spent the next hour on your phone, quickly liking then scrolling away angrily whenever a fanedit of your boyfriend appears on your feed.
you didn’t spare him a glance but you were aware that he was still sitting on the couch behind you. your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the ground. why couldn’t you have drawn your ring of salt around the couch instead? you think to yourself, almost wanting to get out of your circle just to stretch your legs.
a sound almost resembling a whine interrupts your thoughts, you pivot slightly to see abby looking at you with a frown on his face.
“are you seriously still mad?” the sad lilt in his voice made your body turn back around to completely face him.
“you’re already cracking?” you couldn’t help but challenge him, a brow raised as your lover downright pouts.
“babe, do you know how hard it is to have you so close to me but i can’t hold you?”
“and whose fault is that?” you countered, crossing your arms. abby stands up and rounds the circle.
“mine, sure. whatever, but please, let me hold you? we can talk about it more but i really need to hold you right now.” abby puts out his hand, a sad expression on his face as he waits for your response.
“i’ll do better.”
with a sigh, you reach out, your hand pushing through the salt ring’s barrier. abby immediately pulls you away from the damned circle, causing a yelp to escape your lips.
you were immediately greeted by a hard chest and abby’s face nuzzling into your neck.
“‘m sorry babe! i know it’s hard to have a boyfriend who’s so hot that people just wanna touch his abs all the time–” you cut him off with you trying to pull his arms away from your form.
“let me go!” but there was no real bite behind your words.
“no, but in all seriousness. i’ll put a boundary between me and my fans.” he says, staring right into your eyes with an expression of sincerity.
“i’d even put a boundary between me and the other saja boys if that’d mean you’d never put a boundary between us again.”
you soften slightly, your hands patting his arms, which only causes him to hold you tighter.
“you mean it?” you asked, pulling away from him to cup his face in your hands. abby nods, determined.
“even jinu?”
“well…”
“abby!”
“i’m kidding!”
the two of you shared a laugh over it, and your boyfriend kept his word. he put a boundary with his fans immediately when he had an event.
he’d rather not touch anyone ever again than have you put space between the two of you again.
romance:
“oh?” the pink haired man asked, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arm and looks at the circle that was drawn around the couch.
“and what have i done to warrant such a violent response from my lover?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face.
“oh, are you talking to me? or the throw pillow beside me?” you answer sarcastically. romance sighs as he walks over to you, his hand reaching out only for him to hiss as the salt barrier burns him.
“it hurts.”
you roll your eyes. “good. i need space.”
romance bites back a smirk, you were so adorable in his eyes that he couldn’t take the frown that was on your face seriously.
“my love are you not aware? distance is only but a means to test how far our love can travel” he places a hand to his chest. “and it hurts me to see you intentionally test our unconditional love.” he sighs dramatically, but you weren’t in the mood.
“do you say this to all the people in your life or am i just lucky?” romance’s brows furrowed in confusion as you don’t play along with him. .
you say nothing as you swiped on your phone and threw it in his direction, your phone hitting him square on the chest. romance takes a look on the screen and sees a gossip blog about him and a huntrix member, the focal point was the fancam of him smirking at her and placing his chin on his hand that was propped on the table.
‘saja boys’ romance… romancing with huntrix’s mira?!’ the article read.
romance takes another look at you who refused to meet his eyes, a small pout on your face as you hugged a throw pillow to your chest.
“lover…” romance trails off. you flick your head to the side. “i really don’t wanna talk to you right now, romance.”
he didn’t think about how his actions would reflect the media, his intentions were only to piss the huntrix member off but it seemed like oblivious fans took it out of context.
“i know that you’re flirty but i thought it was only for me.” you say quietly, still not looking at him. romance frowns, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as you remain saddened by his actions. “it sucks i have other people to share with when it comes to your affection.”
“my love—” romance kneels in front of the couch, a frown on his face as he reaches for you, baring his teeth as the circle burns his skin.
“rome, what are you doing?!”
“trying to reach you, my love.” he says, hissing out his words as you can see the layers of his skin peel, against better judgment, you swipe away at the salt, your lover almost falling face first into the sofa.
“let me see that.” you say, grabbing his hand, clicking your tongue as you examined the burns.
almost in a flash, romance’s skin goes back to normal in front of your very eyes and before you could react, you feel romance intertwine his hand with yours, his other one coming to sandwich your hand between his.
“my lover…” romance trails off, “i apologize for making you feel that way. it was never my intention.” you still wouldn’t look at him. romance, still kneeling, places a kiss on your hand.
“you are the only one to receive the highest severity of my affections. i’m sorry for making you doubt that. thank you for letting me know.” he says as he places another tender kiss on your knuckles, his lips staying on your skin for longer.
“let me make it up to you?”
before you could even respond, he whisks you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom, wrapping you in your fluffy blankets and playing your comfort show as he cuddles you on the bed.
he’d spend his entire lifetime just to show you that only you mattered to him.
mystery:
something about your boyfriend is that he is feral. almost like a rabid dog if you’re being honest. but all rabid dogs eventually soften up and become affectionate to their owners, and it was no doubt that mystery fell into that category, he hated other people but he loved being around you.
however, he shows his love in the form of biting. and (un)fortunately for you, your skin became his favorite chew toy.
your skin became a canvas showcasing different shades of red, blue and purple, teeth indents scattered around from your arm, to your thighs even on your cheeks.
you can barely move without any soreness, and you can’t even be mad. you loved mystery and you loved that he loved you just as equally.
but your body needs a break. you fear that your skin might actually not recover. and it wasn’t as if you haven’t asked your boyfriend nicely. in fact, the fact that they’re just bruises instead of teeth indents was already an improvement.
you just needed a break.
the saja boys arrived back home after a fansigning event, mystery headed straight to his room, where you were in so that he could recharge, only for him to literally fall on his knees as he sees you sleeping on the couch, a ring of salt drawn around it.
you were awoken to a whimper. your bleary eyes blinked to see your boyfriend with a pout on his face as his eyes were trained to you.
“why are you doing this?” you unconsciously pout at the sad tone mystery uses.
“myst, come on. my skin needs a break! there’s more bruises than skin.” you say as you gestured to your arms.
“you know, people would think you’re hurting me.” you say in passing and you can see mystery tense up.
“i would never hurt y—” “i know!” you cut him off, “but walking around with these marks would make people think otherwise.”
“but… that’s my way to show you affection. i love seeing my marks on you.” if mystery were to hypothetically have dog ears, it would be flat against his head right now as he looks at you with a sad expression.
you bit your lip, feeling your resolve chip away as you can see the distance between the two of you affect him.
before you could even think of an appropriate response, mystery hisses as he forces his way in the ring of salt.
“mystery!” you say, moving to break it but mystery snarls at you. “no, i need to know the pain my bites bring you.”
“mystery, your bite only stays for a few days, i don’t need you burning yourself alive for me!” you say as you swiped away the salt, taking mystery in your arms as you tried soothing the burn on his skin.
mystery’s lips tremble. “so… i’m not allowed to bite you anymore?”
you part his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, thinking of a compromise.
“how about… whenever you bite me, i bite back? that way, you can feel ” mystery’s head perks up, a small smile forming on his face as he gives you a curt nod.
you moved first, placing a gentle bite on his arm, mystery purrs happily before he chomps down on yours.
“myst, too hard!”
“..sorry.”
needless to say, there was work that needed to be done but the marks on your skin noticeably lessened.
baby:
you knew that baby rarely showed his affection and that the fact that you were his lover should’ve been enough. but lately, it felt like you were the only one exerting effort in your relationship and it was beginning to take a toll on you.
you decided on giving him the same treatment back.
you barely brushed a kiss on his cheek, you don't hug him back when he hugs you goodbye and you even resorted to sleeping in the guest room.
baby thought nothing of it, in fact, when you fall asleep, he sneaks in the guest room to drape an arm on your waist and hold you. but you don’t realize it as he wakes up and leaves before you.
you weren’t getting the point across. actually, baby thought your avoidant ways were adorable.
you needed to change your ways and do something even more drastic.
the saja boys just finished a grueling dance practice and baby wanted nothing to do but rest in your arms, maybe even ask how your day has been.
he was well aware that he was putting strain on your relationship by not giving the effort you deserved. he knows that his upcoming comeback was no excuse. but today marked the last day before the comeback’s release, the group was given a week to recuperate before promotions, and baby knew that he’d spend all ten thousand and eighty minutes glued to you, but who was counting?
he clicks his tongue as he enters the room, seeing a ring of salt around the bed where you lay, scrolling through your phone.
“this is how we’re playing now?” baby asked, you looked up, staring straight at him, voice monotone as you responded.
“go away, baby.”
the blue haired demon only smirks as he rounds the bed, toeing slightly at the salt ring, chuckling as his boot sizzles against it.
“really? where’d you get this technique, the dark web?” he says sarcastically. “are you planning to exorcise me in my sleep too?”
you huff, crossing your arms.
“it’s keeping you away, so it’s working even if you make fun of me!”
“what brought this on, sweetheart?”
“dunno.” you answered, lying down and turning away from him. “go away.”
baby stays quiet, too quiet that you didn’t even know if he was still in the room, but you didn’t wanna turn and check if he’s still inside the room.
you sigh sadly to yourself, you didn’t even know where this back and forth was going because it was obvious to you that baby didn’t see what was wrong and why you were acting that way.
“hey.” you let out a screech as arms wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you flush against your boyfriend’s chest.
“w-wh— how? what?” you sputtered out your words as baby smiles mischievously.
“the thing about salt rings is that… there’s always gonna be a portion that’s drawn thinly.” he says as he gestures towards the foot of the bed.
“seems like you overlooked that, babe.” you clicked your tongue but went limp in his hold nonetheless.
“now,“ baby starts. “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your skin. you don’t face him as you answer.
“i felt like i was being neglected by you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “and i didn’t know how to bring it up because you were always so busy and–” baby cuts you off with a soft kiss on your forehead.
“‘m sorry.” he says, voice matching yours. “it was unfair to you, i know. i’ll do better.” you couldn’t shake the sincerity from his voice as he forces you to look at his golden eyes.
“you’re always welcome to talk to me, i’ll make time for you, always, okay?” he presses a kiss on your chin, “i’m sorry.” a kiss on your cheek.
“i’ll do better.” another kiss on your forehead.
“i don’t deserve you.” finally, a kiss on your lips. you reciprocate, not knowing that tears were slowly slipping from your closed eyes.
you didn’t realize that you were overthinking for nothing and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths, but baby understands. baby made an oath to himself to never make you feel this way again.
he promises to never be the cause of your tears ever again.
note/s: can you tell i lost the plot somewhere around baby's part... i'm sorry i'll do better in other fics ik this isn't my best one lol BUT if you have any saja boys requests feel free to drop them in my inbox! i wanna write more but no prompt is coming to mind </3
“could you stand for me?” he complies, walking over to where you are, albeit a little confused.
“spin for me.” caleb cocks a brow at your demand but does as you say.
“what’s this for, pipsqueak?” you only smiled as you circled his frame, poking slightly at his arms and waist, caleb scoffed but let you do as you pleased.
“hm… clap to the beat of your favorite song, right now.” you crossed your arms, waiting for him to follow your instruction.
with a split second of hesitation, caleb amps your request, going as far as to hum his favorite song, a familiar tune you always hear when he’s cooking at home.
the next five minutes were spent with you making him do silly commands, at that point, caleb stopped questioning you and did what you said.
“—okay, now give me a kiss,” caleb smirks, dipping down and pulling you onto his chest, lips smacking against yours.
he pulls away with an exaggerated mwa!
you giggled, patting his arm before sitting down on the couch once more.
“so…” caleb sits down beside you, arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulls you flush against him.
“what was that all about?”
you give him an innocent smile, tilting your head slightly.
“nothing!” you chirp, intertwining his free hand with yours.
anomaly from the deepspace: you’re our future… WHAT?!
synopsis: you meet your kids from the future. the catch? you and him aren’t dating.
character/s: zayne, sylus, rafayel, xavier, caleb x f!reader (separate)
warning/s: none!
note/s: same names used from my previous dad!lads fic bc i honestly can’t be bothered to think of new ones. also, it’s been a while and i know i’ve disappeared for months but!! i’m back now <3. i hope yall enjoyed this one <3
zayne:
the doctor sat at his desk, typing away whilst simultaneously taking down notes from the thesis that he was reviewing. his hazel green eyes were focused on medical terms that he jotted down.
a soft knock interrupts his trance as a confused greyson enters the office holding the hand of a little girl who seemed to have finished crying.
zayne raised one of his brows as he silently asked greyson who the little girl was.
“it’s… she said she’s your daughter?” greyson asked, just as confused.
huh?
“daddy!” the girl runs to his chair, jumping on his lap, sniffling and nuzzling against zayne. she couldn’t be older than seven.
zayne awkwardly places a calm hand on her head as he softly shushes the scared child.
“i… i tried checking the pediatric ward, i thought she was confusing you with someone else, but her name wasn’t on the list of admitted patients. she was adamant on seeing you.”
greyson pauses, seeing the resemblance before he clears his throat. “i’ll leave you two alone.”
zayne nods as he softly turns to the child.
“hello there, can you tell me who you are and where you’re from?” the girl pulls away from her chest and zayne’s eyes slightly widen at the resemblance.
the girl has dark hair, hazel-green eyes, and her lips form into a pout the same way that yours did when you didn’t get your way. but zayne says nothing, not wanting to assume anything. she pulls away, sniffling. zayne plucks out a few tissues on his desk and dabbing it gently to her tear-stricken face.
“i-i’m zia.” she says through hiccups, clutching at zayne’s coat. “i’m from—” zia recites his address, causing zayne’s comforting hand to freeze on her back. nothing was adding up.
she recited his address perfectly yet zayne has never seen her even within the neighborhood much less in his house.
“when is… your birthday?” zia answers, but zayne furrows his brows as she cites a year that was a decade from now.
“and your parents?” zayne didn’t know why his heart started beating quickly, greyson said that he was a father—although he was just as confused about the situation, an answer from the girl before him would clarify his questions.
“my daddy’s name is zayne li… my mommy is—”
the door to his office opens.
“dr. zayne? greyson told me you had company over, i brought you lunch!” you say as you walk in the office, stopping at your tracks as you see a little girl with him.
you open your mouth, ready to ask a question only to be interrupted by little legs running towards you.
“mama!” she latches on your legs, you let out a surprised sound before letting zayne take the food that you brought, you kneeled down, gently petting her hair.
“hey there.” you say gently, not wanting to startle her. she looks up at you and you bit back a gasp as a carbon copy of zayne’s eyes stared back at you.
“mama…” her eyes welled up with tears once more. jumping to hug you properly, the motion caught you off-balance, landing on your butt with a dull thud as you embraced the little girl properly.
you looked up at zayne for answers, his face mirrored yours, you were both clueless. zia turns back to zayne as if she remembered something.
“my mama… my mama’s name is (y/n) li…” she said.
your eyes widened, warmth flooding onto your cheeks.
you looked at zayne to see a faint redness steadily rising to his face.
you say nothing.
zia jumps off of you, a locket bobbing out from her shirt catching your attention.
the heart-shaped locket opens due to the force of zia’s actions, showing a picture of an older you and zayne holding her as a baby.
you freeze, the action does not go unnoticed by zayne who helps you stand up. his eyes flit towards the direction that you were looking at before he freezes as well.
“mama? papa?” zia’s innocent voice cuts through the silence. you and zayne look at each other, not knowing what to say.
zayne coughs awkwardly, eyes not meeting yours as he gestures towards the food you brought.
“how about we eat for now?”
the three of you settled by his desk, asking zia questions, nothing too complex as to overwhelm her, but enough to grasp the current situation.
zia explains that she was playing outside the house when suddenly she was floating through space, and suddenly in linkon park. but she didn’t recognize any of the stores that surrounded it. only the street names so she did her best to look for the hospital.
“but why the hospital?” you asked, wiping a stray crumb by the corner of her mouth. zayne was entranced at the sight of you falling into the role of her mother. his heart thumping in his chest that he refuses to acknowledge.
“papa said… if i ever get lost in linkon, find a way to make it to akso. akso is safe. because papa is there.” zia recites her dad’s words. while zayne may not know her now, it did seem like something he’d say in the future.
it was silent for a few seconds before zia talked about herself, from her interests to her school life, to her life at home to which zayne couldn’t help but ask her a few questions about it. mostly to make her forget that she was scared and mainly purely selfish intentions.
he can see you raise a brow but he pays no mind as he asks zia.
“are you happy?”
a big grin breaks out of zia’s face as she nods with vigor.
“yes! mama and papa always give me cookies and candy whenever i ask!” she beams and lists off everything she loved about her parents. how they always read her stories before bed. how they always showed up to her recitals, how zayne always tutored her with utmost patience while you intervened with snacks and a quick game to take a break…
“—and mommy and daddy alway do kissies!” zia shudders in mock disgust. “they think i don’t notice but daddy’s cheeks always show.” the little girl giggles.
you and zayne don’t look each other in the eye. but you could tell that he was having the same reaction as you.
you perk up as you feel a different vibration in the air. wary of wanderers, you subtly twist your wrist to activate your hunter’s watch. zayne seems to feel the same disturbance as he flicks his hand, tiny particles of ice flurrying through the air.
a portal warps open and you instinctively push zia behind you, your arm raised to cover her as the portal materializes.
“zia! are you here, baby?” you gasped. you hear your voice. slightly older but undoubtedly you.
your suspicions were confirmed as you see yourself through the portal, you looked older yet the same. beside your future self stood zayne who looked restless. worried for his daughter. aside from that, zayne looked healthier. his cheeks looked fuller and his eyes brighter.
zia lets out a happy noise as she ducks under your arm and runs towards the portal. you instinctively reach out, fearing that the portal was a trap but your version’s zayne pulls you back, letting the girl run to her parents.
“mommy, daddy!” your future selves kneeled down to her height to embrace her. your future self couldn’t help but place a tender kiss on her cheek while a tear slips from your eye. the older zayne looks at the two of you.
a look of realization flashes in his face, but he says nothing, only smiling at his past self and letting out a nod before he focuses on his daughter, his hand overlapping yours, the gleam of a wedding ring catches your attention before the portal slowly closes. zia’s tiny “bye mom and dad!” the last thing the both of you hear before the portal closes shut.
silence.
neither zayne nor you could find the words to say, to talk about what happened. it takes a while for the both of you to realize what had occurred.
“well…” you cut the tension with an awkward laugh. “quite an eventful lunch, huh? what a spoiler for the future.”
with zia’s voice gone, you can hear your heartbeat pound loudly. three years from now, you would be a mother to zayne’s child. you would be a family. you would be his as he would be yours in holy matrimony. you can’t say the thought doesn’t make you giddy. you hoped that zia wasn’t an elaborate prank that you and zayne were the unlucky victim of.
zayne stays quiet, as if thinking of his next words.
“i…” zayne starts, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie, cheeks flushed red.
“if zia is truly from the future then…” he looks deep into your eyes. “i can’t wait.”
you couldn’t help the bashful smile that breaks out on your face.
“neither can i.” you admit.
zayne’s lips twitch upwards into a small smile as he gains courage from your words.
“then… would you like to get dinner with me later, after my shift?”
you nod, smile still on your face.
“of course, doctor zayne.”
sylus:
“stop pretending, sylus. you know why i’m here.” you say, gun raised at him. sylus smirks and raises his arms in mock surrender.
“the protocore you needed was faulty, i had to get rid of it. there was no poi—” “i’m not kidding around, sylus!” you cut him off, finger on the trigger, ready to pull at any moment.
“i know, sweetie.”
“don’t call me that.”
you hated the way sylus chuckled at your response, clearly not taking you seriously.
the two of you freeze as you hear a commotion from outside the room, sylus pushes you behind him, his evol flaring up as his energy-infused tendrils are on display, waiting for whatever intruder awaits the two of you.
deciding not to waste time, sylus follows the sound of the noise— where luke and kieran could be heard grunting, fighting against the intruder with a tone of disbelief.
intrigued, sylus pushes the door open with you in tow, the two of you anticipate a crowd of delinquents who managed to get through sylus’ top notch security, or underworld leaders that had unfinished business with the head of onychinus.
what the two of you weren’t expecting was a teenage girl who looked amused as the mask-wearing twins dangled in the air with what looked to be a replica of sylus’ energy evol.
rarely does anything manage to catch sylus off guard. but seeing a teenager with your hair color and the color of his eyes made his mouth drop for a split second.
the teenager looks at you then at sylus, a soft smile forming on her face.
“i knew i’d find you guys here.”
sylus glances at you with his peripheral. your jaw was dropped, hands shaking as you clutched your gun by your side.
the teenager raises her arms in mock surrender before letting luke and kieran down with a thud.
“i can explain.” the teenager says. “don’t be alarmed…” she starts.
“my name is athena. i’m… i’m your daughter from the future.”
“and we’re supposed to believe you just like that?” you couldn’t help the defensiveness in your tone as you move to raise your gun after seeing her reach into her pocket.
athena pulls out her wallet, opening it with a soft smile before facing the wallet front, showing the family picture that was displayed on the leather. in order to not cause alarm, she uses her evol. her energy manipulation making it float towards sylus’ direction, he takes it without much fanfare.
in the picture was a family.
where an older you and an older sylus stood in the middle, his arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you close against him, athena stood on your right, a soft smile on her face as she raised her hand into a peace sign. sylus looked at the camera with a real smile on his face as he had a toddler perched up onto his hip— who seemed to be his carbon copy but with your eyes. if you squint, you can see a small bump on your stomach— possibly a third.
“looks legit.” you hear luke whisper over to kieran. you didn’t even need to glance back to know that kieran smacked the back of luke’s head, the startled ow! told you enough.
sylus’ face remained blank as he scans the picture before he closes the wallet shut, tossing it back to his future daughter with a steady aim.
for a while there was silence, before your eyes widened. you become the wife of onychinus’ leader? the very man you swore you hated?
“you’re meaning to tell me… i let him…” you point insultingly at the brute beside you, who scoffs at your reaction. “make a family with me?”
athena raises a brow, an upturn on her lips as if she was smirking. “i did not expect you to be like this before having me.” she walks around the base, as if she were at home and plops down at the sofa.
“pray tell, how do we act around you?” sylus asks, clearly invested in talking about his future with you.
“gross.” athena rolls her eyes as the word leaves her lips in a playful way before looking at the two of you with a soft smile. “but… our family is really happy. we’re safe, healthy, most importantly, happy… but.”
“but?” you echoed, she smiles bitterly.
“mom, the reason i’m here is because a deal went wrong.” sylus freezes from beside you.
athena breathes in deeply before explaining. she nods slightly in gratitude as she is served tea by luke and kieran, who you did not notice has left the room to get refreshments.
“sherman...” you perk up at the familiar name. one of sylus’ pawns, a dealer within the n109 zone, someone that sylus kept because he was useful.
“dad never really let us in his business, he kept us safe and informed yet never within the circle of operations, so i didn’t know who he really was.” athena looks up to stare sylus down.
“sherman betrays you in the future, dad. that’s the reason i’m here.” sylus nods slowly, gesturing for her to go on.
“he sided with EVER, he wanted us to be weakened so he decided on making sure that if he were to strike against you, it would be where it hurt the most. it wasn’t supposed to be me here, it was supposed to be simeon.” athena looks down on her lap, fists closed tightly, slightly shaking. the two of you could only assume that simeon was the child that sylus was carrying in the picture.
“simeon is barely five. sherman knew that the gun would transport him to the deepspace tunnel with no direction. he expected simeon to die in the tunnel because what knowledge does a toddler have to navigate the deepspace?” athena laughs bitterly.
“right at the last second, i threw myself in front of him. i’d rather it be me than my baby brother.”
you and sylus look at each other, then back at athena who didn’t want to face either of you.
sylus walks slowly towards her, his hand placed on her head gently causing her to look up at him. he gives her a nod of acknowledgement.
“you did well. i’m proud to have you as my future daughter.” athena shakes her head, a smile on her face as she laughs slightly. “don’t get sappy on me, dad.” athena looks to luke and kieran before a smirk appears on her face.
“you guys were weak, by the way. but don’t worry, you will get better in the future.” the twins let out offended gasps.
“we could’ve attacked harder, but when we saw your eyes, we were shocked.” kieran explains as luke nods. “it was scary! we’ve fought off many people but we froze when we saw you.” athena nods before she looks at you.
you still slightly as she stands and walks towards you. you didn’t know what it was, maybe it was instinct that you opened your arms and welcomed her into a hug that she fell into. it felt familiar and warm, something pounded in your chest that you were too terrified to acknowledge.
“give dad a chance, okay? he’s not all that bad… a bit… much. but he always had our best interests.” athena whispers and you hummed, taking in her words as she pulls away.
she winks at you. “you and dad are disgusting together.” you let out a short laugh at that.
truthfully, as much as you hated to admit it, sylus was good looking. he was also reliable and strong and— you were not about to look at him with a different light right now. snap out of it.
a disturbance in the air crackles before a tunnel opens.
“missus, are you here?” luke jolts as he hears himself through the tunnel, he was about to step closer when kieran pulls him back.
athena drags you and sylus closer before she embraces you both tightly.
“i’ll see you on the other side, okay?” athena pulls away with a smile, the expression contagious as you find yourself smiling back at your future daughter.
“can’t wait.” you reply as she pulls away to call back at the tunnel.
“yea! i’m here, luke.”
you can hear a sigh of relief from the other side as athena steps inside the tunnel, a serene look on her face as she waves goodbye at the two of you. the tunnel fizzles closed until only stray sparks remain and silence ensues.
sylus turns to look at you, an amused glint at his deep ruby eyes.
“can’t wait, huh?”
“i will kill you where you stand, sylus.”
“no need for violence, sweetie. i too, can’t wait to see where the future leads to.”
rafayel:
you noticed her before he did.
it wasn’t unusual for adults and children to be fixated with rafayel’s artwork, admittedly, at times you find yourself entranced by a few, attempting to interpret its meaning only for rafayel to brush you off and say that you’re overthinking it, cutie.
but this was different. in front of rafayel’s painting stood a viewing bench that was occupied by a girl that couldn’t have been older than thirteen. she had her hood pulled up, hiding her features. she didn’t seem to be bothering or paying attention to anyone as her body was fixated in front of rafayel’s painting.
longing. as per rafayel’s title. you once questioned him about it to which he only smiled and shook his head, expression solemn.
“i don’t know… it just felt right.” you only nod, agreeing with his logic.
art didn’t have to be complicated, it just had to portray meaning, despite whatever interpretation it was.
“raf.” you poke at the artist who was scanning the room, grateful to have finished making his rounds and rubbing elbows with the rich.
“bored already, cutie?” he teases. you shake your head as you point towards the direction of his painting.
“you want me to talk to you about the painting techniques i used? oh, cutie. i knew you were interested in my technique.” you scoffed, shaking your head as you clarified.
“no, rafayel. i’m referring to her.” you say as you point out the little girl in a soft tone. “she’s been looking at the painting since we’ve arrived.” rafayel takes a closer look, squinting his eyes.
“are you sure she isn’t asleep? maybe she’s just appreciating my artistic techniques, unlike someone i know…”
you shake your head before rolling your eyes at him. “still. it’s been hours… did she come with anyone?” rafayel furrowed his brows.
“i didn’t even notice her here.”
the more rafayel looks at her, the more he feels the pull to approach her. and without even realizing it, he sat beside her on the bench.
he tilts his head at the painting, squinting his eyes to see if there was a misplaced smudge or dirt that he didn’t notice. just to get an idea of what she was looking at.
“what’re you looking at, buddy?” he asked, finally turning to the hood-covered girl.
the little girl stays silent for a few seconds before opening her mouth.
“the painting…” rafayel perks up, listening intently to the child.
“is it about me?”
huh?
“hehe~ of course!” rafayel attempts to appease the kid, not wanting a crying child in his exhibit.
“anything can be about you if you put your mind to i—” he gets cut off as the child finally faces him.
his eyes stared back at him and deep strands of purple framed her little face. from her neck, rafayel could see scales, scales that he knew all too well.
and with a closer look, he realizes that the scales match the colors he used for the painting.
rafayel stares wide-eyed at the girl. he’s known every surviving lemurian, but not her. and what are the odds she had the same eye and lip shape as you?
the girl, seeing where rafayel was looking, quickly slaps a hand on her neck, covering the exposed scales.
rafayel coughs once, before his eyes search for yours. he quickly does so and he signals for you to get to where he was to which you do with a quick stride.
“this is miss bodyguard… she can help you look for your parents. you’re lost, right?”
you bit back a gasp as you take in her appearance. she was adorable, her face shows that she grew up with the finer things and that she was not told no in her life.
“i’m not lost…” she mumbles, yet she takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. you were surprised at how cold her hand felt, the child’s breathing was slightly panicking by the second as more scales appear on her face.
your eyes widened, clearly seeing that the new scales were affecting her. you looked at raf and he nodded, wordlessly leading the way as you carried the little girl to the room allotted for him.
“do you know what’s happening… ms…?” rafayel asks as he kneels in front of her as you settle her on the couch.
“mira.” she says softly, voice almost a whisper. “what a pretty name.” you say, smiling softly as if to assure the child.
mira looks around the room, her gem-colored eyes scanning the room meticulously before she stops at the gemstone that was halved and turned into powder, most likely as pigment for rafayel’s work.
her feet take her there and before she could touch it, rafayel’s hand stops her.
“raf—”
“you’ll burn your hand if you touch it, missy. only lemurians can touch this.” rafayel says, his tone playful but you knew that he meant it.
mira shakes her head and reaches out for it once more.
“miss mira, you’re–” “i’m the sea god’s daughter.” mira cuts him off.
rafayel freezes in shock. mira takes the opportunity to get ahold of the gemstone on his desk.
a bright light blinds the three of you as mira takes out a fishtail that she kept hidden in her small satchel.
“the sea god’s daughter…” rafayel trails off, you look at her then back at raf as a sharp pang hits your chest.
you knew that what you and rafayel had was strictly business, yet you couldn’t overlook the fact that the two of you flirted here and there… and with all the time spent together, how come rafayel never told you.
but as you look at rafayel and see the look of confusion in his face, you begin to wonder if the child is only confused.
mira falls to her knees, her breaths quickening and you find yourself supporting her with a hand on her back.
“mama…” she whispers at you, you shake it off, thinking that the haze of the scales growing on her was hindering her mind. you let her clutch your hand, only to be shocked that she triggered your resonance, the two of you feel the progression of scales slow down.
“papa…” she reaches for rafayel who still seemed lost in thought, but at the sound of mira’s voice, he shakily holds his hand out.
“...feel weak— …need to go back…” you and rafayel were confused at the words leaving mira’s mouth, she gestures towards the gemstone that she dropped. rafayel takes it with his free hand. mira tells him to coat the fishtail with the gemstone powder and rafayel does so, albeit hesitant.
a blinding light blinds the three of you, and you find yourselves transported under water. you can hear rafayel let out a gasp as the three of you were inside a bubble.
looking outside, you can see why rafayel gasped, you were in lemuria or what could only be described as such place based on rafayel’s previous stories.
you see mira swimming away and the bubble follows her lead.
you suppress a gasp as you see her swim towards a merman that was gigantic. before you could express your shock to the lemurian beside you. you see him focused, it was on the second look at the merman did you realize that the two of you were staring back at an older— no, another version. older for sure, yet this version had long hair and a tail that was almost your size.
“papa! mama!” you turned your head to the woman approaching the duo, you finally gasped as your familiar features mirrored your own, yet it was older, softer.
you can barely hear what mira was saying but you can see as she points to the bubble that you and rafayel occupied, the parents— which you now concluded was a future version of you followed her finger, and with a softened smile, your future self waved at you, causing a deep feeling to settle in your chest, yet you couldn’t pinpoint which emotion it was.
it takes a second for the two of you to be thrown back into your current timeline. the same bright flash brought you back to rafayel’s waiting room.
from a distance, you can hear thomas’ calls for the artist, whose hand you were holding tightly.
the two of you looked at each other, not saying a word, before he broke it with a small smile.
“so… looks like you liked me a little too much, cutie.”
“if that timeline is real, you’re the one carrying her. like a seahorse” you say, your face burning as you turn around and leave him in the waiting room.
“?! that’s not how it works, cutie!”
xavier:
the wanderers were closing in. backup was coming but you and your partner had no idea when. the battlefield felt like a hydra wherein one dies, three more take its place and at this point, it wasn’t a battle of strength, but of stamina.
the wanderers were weak, yet there were so many that you felt your composure slipping.
it took a sloppy shot for the wanderer you were up against to charge at you with an angered cadence.
you grunt as you managed to finish it off, finding yourself back to back with xavier who was busy with another luminivore.
“are you alright?” xavier asked as the wanderer evaporated. you turn to face him, giving him an acknowledgement before you braced your hand on his shoulder to fight the fast moving luminivore behind him. a shot resounded from your hunter’s gun.
xavier immediately pushes you off to fight off the other wanderers that spawned.
it seemed endless. you lost count how many the two of you fought. the call for back-up felt like hours ago.
the two of you were so caught up with fighting that none of you felt the crackle in the air.
“mom watch out!” you turned around to see a man, pushing early twenties with the tip of his sword right by your face, an evaporating wanderer caught in the middle of it.
mom? you were confused but had no time to think as you shot another wanderer. you sense another hunter in the area, you turn around to see another man with a sword similar to the other stranger’s.
confused, yet grateful for the added manpower, the four of you cleared the hunting zone. the gigantic luminivore, having no smaller ones to absorb, was weakened and taken down without a hitch. the protocore it released clasped tightly in your hand.
when the adrenaline wore off, you thought back to the man who called you mom. you looked at him with a confused expression, having never seen him in your life.
he bore platinum hair, his eyes the same color as yours and his sword looking to be made out of luxurious alloy. beside him, stood another man who looked like him but with a different hair color, his cheeks were rounder and he was slightly shorter, but it was clear to you that they were twins.
“w-who are you?” you didn’t mean for your voice to falter but it was surreal to see a set of twins that eerily looked like your partner in crime.
speak of the devil, xavier hurried to your side once he made sure all wanderers were nowhere to be found in the perimeter.
xavier pauses as well, his grip on the lightblade that was hidden in his back, prepared to strike if your back-up was actually enemies in disguise.
the shorter twin raises his hand and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, a shy smile on his face as he looks at you with a guilty expression.
“okay so…” he trails off, as if trying to find an explanation to who they were. “you're not gonna believe this but…”
he places an arm around the taller twin.
“we’re your sons from the future.”
what the fuck?
you could feel the strength in your legs falter for a split second and xavier had to support your back as you stared at the twins with a widened gaze.
sons? future? with… xavier???
your blue-eyed partner only looks at them warily, seeming to not believe the twins, only for his eyes to flit towards the tassels of their swords, his eyes slightly squinting as he recognizes his family’s insignia. it wasn’t concrete evidence, yet it was enough for the hunter to hear them out.
“and you are?” xavier asked, the older twin stepped forward, his head dipped down before he tilted up, looking xavier right in the eye, blue eyes mirroring his.
“lumiere.”
silence.
the atmosphere was tense and you felt xavier tense up from beside you. xavier’s mouth opened but before he could say anything, the younger twin bursted out laughing.
“leo, that was good!” the twins gave each other a high-five before turning to face the two of you once more.
it seemed like even in the future, xavier still cannot hide his disdain for his alter ego.
“i’m milo.” the younger twin introduces himself in between his giggles before he gestures to the older one who looked at xavier straight-on with a smug expression on his face.
“this is leo.” milo gestures to him. you nod slightly, still starstruck before introducing yourself and xavier.
milo nods. “we know. you’re our parents in the future after all.”
you furrowed your eyes, still confused at his statement. yet with the way their uniforms were slightly different and how the two of them did look like they lived in a different era, you bit your tongue.
you wanted to find out more yet before you could, a gasp escapes your lips as a lightblade was pointed at your sons.
“xavier!”
“who sent you?” xavier asked, not joking around.
the twins hold up their arms in surrender, not making any violent reactions.
“we don’t know how we got here ourselves. but, we suspect it was the protocore.” milo explains. “this isn’t our timeline—” that much was obvious. “we’ve been lost for the past week, we believe the key back to our timeline is in the protocore in your hand, mom.”
being called mom by a pair of twins that look your age was definitely unsettling.
“and why should I believe you?” xavier asks, the grip on his lightblade tightening.
the twins look at each other then back at xavier before they gestured towards their own swords.
“you gave us these swords when we expressed that we wanted to be like you.” milo sheepishly explains, flustered at expressing admiration towards their father.
xavier’s careful eyes examine the markings of their swords before they fall towards the star-shaped tassels that decorated the handle.
he lowers his sword, convinced but not entirely.
you flinch and let out a yelp as the protocore you held turned hot. your partner immediately turns to your side as you throw the protocore to the ground.
the yellow gemstone twitches before it cracks, interrupting the air with a tunnel that showed another timeline from the side.
“leo, milo, are you here?” you hear a feminine voice call out. you see her step out a moment later and you gasped at how much she resembled you, same eyes, same lips and same puffy cheeks.
“stella, it’s dangerous out here.” leo, being the eldest, scolds. stella pouts before she realizes that you and xavier watched as the siblings bantered.
“mom, dad!” stella launched herself into your arms, a smile appearing in her face.
“that is stella… the youngest… she’s a great marksman like you, mom.” milo introduces, you concluded that he was the chattier twin– inherited most likely from you and leo stays silent on the side, more xavier than your genes.
“you’re so, so pretty mom, i knew i got your genes.” stella teasingly winks and you couldn’t help the chuckle that leaves your lips.
the tunnel crackles once more and the three snap out of their trances.
“it was nice meeting you, young mom and dad!” milo teases before he grabs stella away. “we have to go now, we’ll see you for dinner!” stella waves goodbye before the two of them enter the tunnel.
leo saves himself for last, ensuring that his two younger siblings have entered fully before giving the two of you a gentle smile paired with a wave.
“i’ll see you soon, mom, dad.”
then the tunnel closes shut, leaving you and xavier in the now quiet battlefield.
without your children’s presence, you can hear your heart beat get louder at the thought that in the future you would be married to your coworker.
“so… that happened.” you tried breaking the awkward tension.
xavier only replied with a hum, one that you tilted your head at, wanting to know his thoughts.
“i always thought we’d have more.”
what?!
“do you wanna get hotpot after we report this to captain jenna?” xavier asked you, yet you only looked at him with disbelief.
“are you not weirded out about our future children appearing in front of us? how are you so calm about this? weren’t you just doubting them minutes ago?” xavier shrugs at your question.
“i’ve got sufficient proof that they were telling the truth.”he responds. “besides. them appearing makes fighting for the future worth it.” he indirectly confesses.
“what?” bless your soul.
xavier shakes his head before walking away. a secret smile on his face.
he’d face a thousand more wanderers if it meant that his future would be the way he saw, hopefully stella wasn’t the last.
caleb:
caleb feels like you’re being watched.
which was rich coming from him.
but he’s already taken two detours, yet the eyes on your backs only seemed to stare harder.
he smiles at you. his hand gently patting your head. “how about you go and buy us some slushies, pips?” you tilt your head in confusion, looking at the long line for the slushie stall before pouting.
“‘leb the line’s too long.” you whined, caleb only chuckles. “come on, pips. you know i love their honey apple soda. plus, you can use your charms to get a free upgrade.” you roll your eyes at him before huffing and begrudgingly agreeing.
once you turned around, caleb walks away with a calm cadence, away from the crowd and somewhere most civilians wouldn’t walk near.
he could hear footsteps trailing behind him, for an untrained ear, it wouldn’t be alarming, but caleb has tracking every small sound his ears could pick up. once he reaches a point in the forest beside where the pop-up fair stood, he unleashes his evol, he hears the stranger grunt as the force of gravity settles on their shoulder.
for a little fun— also a bit of a power trip, he wills his evol to lift the stranger up by one foot while one dangles in the air.
caleb counts three seconds before turning around, only for deep purple eyes to stare back at him.
“what the fuck.” caleb says as he looks at the stranger who could pass off as his sibling.
no. it couldn’t be real. this is a sick experiment that EVER sent as a last ditch effort to catch him off guard and take you away from him. he won’t let them.
he won’t let th—
“wow, you look stupid hanging out like that, flynn.” caleb flinches as he hears another voice speak up, in his shock, he waves his other arm to attack the stranger, only for the stranger to skillfully dodge his offense.
what?
“woah, nice try there, dad!” he hears the stranger mock him. he faces the second stranger, his evol raring to go once more only for him to accidentally release the first one dangling.
the second stranger had your eyes.
a loud oof! was heard as the first stranger fell on a patch of leaves that were conveniently on the ground.
the second stranger laughs and taunts the first. only for the two of them to let out a yelp as caleb uses his evol to pull the two of them together, in front of him.
“who are you?” caleb asked. the two strangers look at him then at each other, debating on how to answer.
yet when seconds passed and none of them spoke up, caleb tightened the invisible restraints like a snake’s chokehold.
“alright, we give!” the older one says, caleb raises a brow but eases the hold, just a little.
“i’m flynn.” he introduces himself then turning his head towards his brother. “this is axel.”
“and why were you following us around? what do you need from us?” caleb’s voice hardens once more at the thought that the two boys would be after you.
“we mean no harm, promise!” axel says, grunting as the hold tightens once more. “let us go, we’ll explain!”
caleb, knowing that he could easily take down the two of them if they showed any violent tendencies, let them go. the two of them heaved deep breaths before smirking.
“damn dad, never thought we’d be on the receiving end of that.”
“i’ll do it again if you don’t start explaining right now.” caleb threatens and axel lets out a sound of defiance, not wanting to feel restricted again.
“okay. don’t be scared.” axel starts, only to get nudged by flynn in the ribs. “that’s a terrible start to an explanation, axe!”
flynn shakes his head before clearing his throat. “he’s right though, dad.” caleb’s brow twitches at the title, yet he bites his tongue for now.
“don’t be alarmed… we’re from the future–”
“what?!” the three of their heads snap towards a new voice— you.
due to your shock, you almost dropped the sodas, had it not been for caleb’s evol stopping the spill.
his evol seems to be working overtime today.
you marched towards the three men before stopping in front of axel, your expression in awe as you reached out to touch his cheek.
“wow… you look like me.” you say without thinking, flinching backwards as you realized how weird it sounded.
“i’m saying!” axel agrees, smiling the same way you did. you turned your head to flynn before gasping. “holy shit you’re a mini caleb.” flynn smiles and lets his hair be ruffled by you.
“pips… you can’t be serious.” caleb says, exasperated at how easily you believed the two strangers who did look like the two of you combined. but with the way you grew up with wanderers and evols, you weren’t about to think that time travel wasn't real.
“caleb, you can’t be serious.” you retorted, caleb’s mouth drops open at the audacity of you to make him look like he was the crazy one for not accepting.
“look at him! he’s a cuter version of you!” you say, pinching at flynn’s cheeks. the aforementioned laughs and caleb fights the urge to roll his eyes.
“pips—” you ignore him in favor of making the two sit down on the clearing, your hands occupied by theirs as you asked them how their current life was.
caleb, with a frown on his face, sits down close behind you, your back pressed against either of his thighs as he listens to your conversations.
from there, he notes that flynn was born nine years later, and axel followed after two. flynn trained to be a pilot yet axel followed your steps into becoming a hunter. caleb mindlessly traces circles on your knee as you listen intently to their stories.
“and auri is—” “auri?” caleb voices out, the first time he made a move to show that he was listening to the conversation.
“woooow dad.” flynn said sarcastically. “you decided that now was the time to contribute?”
“i will ground you.” caleb threatens, flynn rolls his eyes, a habit he most likely got from you.
“auri is the youngest… for now.”
“for now?” you echoed, eyes widening.
"for now." axel nods. "dad's been wanting another mini-you... he's practically begging for another girl."
you glare at caleb who was innocent for now.
“auri— aurielle is the family’s princess.” axel explains. “right now, she looks like you, mom. she has a bit of an age gap between us.”
caleb perks up, wanting to know more about his future princess, begins asking questions regarding the youngest.
the two boys could only roll their eyes at their future father’s enthusiasm.
“wow, she’s not even here but she already has you wrapped around her finger.” axel teases as flynn shows the two of you a picture of her.
indeed, they were right. aurielle looked like you at the moment but her eyes were the shade of caleb’s eyes. the picture depicts her lips in a bright grin as she bites a gold medal between her teeth, an achiever. just like you.
caleb’s lips form into a small smile as he stares at the picture then back at the two boys.
“are you happy?” caleb asks, making the two sons look at each other. “with your lives. i mean.”
the boys nod, getting the meaning behind caleb’s words.
“we’re happy, we’re safe and protected.” flynn answers.
“and we grew up loved.” axel adds. your lips formed into a pout at his words.
“and auri?” the two boys groan playfully.
“for sure a princess. you threatened her junior high dance date once.” you snort at that statement.
it definitely sounded like something caleb would do.
a beeping sound interrupts the future family’s banter. axel looks at his hunter’s watch before looking at the two of you apologetically.
“it was really nice meeting the two of you when you were young. but…” axel gestures towards the watch’s countdown, the time blaring a bright 00:00. “we have to go.”
you pout but let go of their hands once the four of you stood up.
“we’ll see each other in a bit, mom.” the boys pull you into a hug.
if caleb didn’t know that they were your future children together, they would’ve been suspended once more in the air. he didn’t get to say that as a joke as after you, the two of them jumped on caleb’s arms, laughing as the disgruntled colonel lets out a groan.
“see you, dad.”
“say hi to auri for me.” caleb teases, the two boys roll their eyes before agreeing.
not even a second later, a portal opens. from the other side, you and caleb could see how comfortable the atmosphere was, it looked warm, a home. your future home.
from the side, caleb can see a family portrait on the wall, the five of you with big smiles as you posed funnily for the camera.
the two of them enter and the tunnel closes without fanfare.
when the tunnel finally fizzles out, you feel a light smack on your head.
“ouch, caleb! what was that for.”
“you trusted them too easily, pipsqueak.” caleb clicks his tongue as you pout.
“well excuse me for being excited about my future.”
caleb.exe stopped responding.
you. the girl he protected all his childhood and grew up with, was excited for a future with him?
caleb never let himself imagine that kind of future. he never thought he deserved it.
you tilt your head, an ugly frown on your face.
”it’s only natural, right?” your tone turned cold, both of caleb’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“why, did you want to marry anyone else?” you asked, your lips forming into a pout that caleb knew was the one you use when you wanted your way.
yet he couldn’t help but indulge you.
“of course not, pipsqueak.” caleb smiles and pats your head.
“it’s only ever been you.”
the bright smile on your face that followed his response was all the answer he needed. all his actions will have been worth it in the end, and today’s event was proof of it.
note/s: would ya'll believe me if i said this has been stewing in my drafts since july 2025... i swear the plot has always been there yet i never found the inspiration to write it (damn writer's block) hopefully! i'm back into writing, i still have a lot in store so i hope ya'll anticipate <3
synopsis: he wakes up with morning wood, and how convenient! you’re asleep right beside him.
characters: xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x reader
content warning/s: heavy somnophilia. morning?afternoon?night?sex idk. thigh fucking, dick grinding against pussy, groping, semblance of guilt, p in v sex, sleepy sex w xav! zayne feels like a pervert, caleb is a pervert. (gege/meimei mentions) munch!sylusmunch!sylusmunch!sylus, …creative…? rafayel. just read. this is gross, they’re gross, (this is your final warning) i’m not even sorry for it. also, you fucked the night before, he’s just insatiable, shrugs.
note/s: i’m well aware the title is stupid but it’s so ironically funny i just had to keep it ;p
obvs minors dni…
xavier:
the hunter twitches awake as he feels you shift in his hold, his cock effectively slipping out from your warm cunt, the residual proof from last night trickles down your thighs. the two of you had recently reunited after being on separate missions for a month. the longing only made last night especially memorable, as you only stopped when the sun was kissing the sky.
the curtains were still drawn shut, the two of you had nothing to do today but catch up on well-deserved rest.
his sleepy eyes look down, frowning at the way your cunt was pushing out his cum, effectively leaving a mess between your thighs.
xavier hisses as he feels the cold air hit his cock that was slowly hardening. he looks at your back, seeing the way your chest rose in steady breaths, you were deep asleep. he shouldn’t do this.
but, technically, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. he fell asleep with his cock inside of you; it was only right that you wake up with the same feeling, right?
with a pleased sigh, he gently coaxes your thighs apart, positioning his cock to your hole only to pause as his shaft catches his previous cum, jerking slightly at the cool feeling. he finds himself rocking his hips subtly until you shift once more in your sleep, and his cock is now trapped between your thighs.
the sudden softness catches him off guard as he lets out a quiet moan, his hand darting to your waist, keeping you there as he unconsciously.
“fuck… star…” xavier whispers, his breath hot against your neck.
“‘so perfect…” he continues to whisper, eyes flitting to a close as he lets himself indulge in your softness.
“y’feel so good…”
“xavier?” he freezes, his cock twitching against your thighs as you sleepily look back at him.
“four rounds weren’t enough?” you yawned, eyes still half-closed. xavier’s face flushed from embarrassment and flusteredness from how adorable you looked. a half pout was etched on your face as you looked away from him.
“never getting enough of you.” he mouths at the back of your neck. “‘m so close, my star.” xavier mutters as he pulls you closer to his chest, the tip of his cock peeking from the front of your thighs.
you whined slightly, trying to get out of his hold to no avail.
“s’too messy, xaaav…” you trailed off, feeling the wave of sleepiness overtake you once more. xavier says nothing as he grinds once more, testing the waters.
“i’ll clean you up, ‘promise.” xavier moans quietly as he kisses the back of your neck. you sighed softly, a hand reaching down to palm at the tip.
xavier jerks, your cold hand providing contrast against his wet cock.
“‘m so close…” xavier whimpers, his arms tight around you as his hips thrust to meet your palm that was massaging his leaky tip.
“cum.” you say, already drifting back to sleep, “and don’t forget to clean me up.”
your hand still moves, albeit slower, but the change in pace was the cherry on top as xavier cums with a quiet hiss.
he comes in spurts, his hips thrusting until the last of his high. your hand had stopped moving, you were entirely asleep.
xavier couldn’t help but look at your stained hand, his cock twitching at the sight of it covered in his cum.
he scoops up what he can without moving too much before he wipes it on your thighs, adding more to the combination of fresh and dried cum.
he’ll clean you up when he wakes up, for now, he wants to wake to his masterpiece fully dried.
zayne:
his back was against the headboard as he shocks himself awake with his evol. he felt dirty, not because of regret for what happened between you last night, but because he woke up wanting more.
admittedly, he knows that he was rougher than he anticipated, how couldn’t he be? you weren’t exactly a saint. hell, you knew what you were doing when you fed him liquor-infused chocolates.
the memory of your moans was loud and clear in his mind, his eyes flickered to your body that faced him, marks from him decorating the expanse of your chest, and he could only assume it looked similar on your back.
his breath deepens slightly, his hand reaches forward to touch your sleeping face, only for his hand to recoil as if he remembers that he wasn’t allowed to touch.
the hardening of his cock was in no way subtle as it throbs against his abdomen. zayne hisses, closing his eyes and willing it to go away.
yet, it doesn’t help. not even a little, because every time he closes his eyes, he can see the way your eyes rolled back as you screamed for more.
and fuck, did zayne want to give you more.
but you were deep in sleep and he’d be damned if he woke you up because he couldn’t control his erection like a teenager. you deserved to rest, he thinks.
with a somewhat frustrated sigh, he reaches down, cringing slightly at his rough and cold hand.
he pumps his cock with his eyes closed, trying to replicate how you do it, but he can only do so much as your hands carry softness that his couldn’t copy. he lets out a grunt, thinking that it would make him release faster. yet his mind couldn’t get over the feeling of guilt of jerking off to your sleeping body beside him.
his body jolts, eyes widening as he feels the soft hand he tried to replicate place on top of his.
“not like that, zaynie.” you say, voice still laced with sleep as you guided his hand to a slower pace.
zayne felt his face burn in embarrassment.
“how long have you been awake?” he asks, eyes flitting to a half close as your hand replaces his.
“since you were treating my favorite toy so harshly,” you cooed, giggling slightly at the bead of pre that escaped his tip.
“darling, i’m sorry i—” he was cut off as you leaned down, placing a small, lazy kiss on his shaft. zayne closes his eyes, mouth falling open at the sensitivity as he tries to conjure up his words.
“i… you were asleep, and i didn’t want to wa—” “shh.” you take a hold of his hand, placing it to the middle of your thighs as you leaned closer to his sensitive body.
zayne’s hand clasps around your thigh, pulling you closer. his cold fingers gently traced your lips, mouth slightly watering at the sight of your wetness forming. you jolt slightly yet don’t move away, focusing on your task at hand.
“sooo hard, zaynie.” he can feel your smile on his dick as you press a wet kiss on his mushroom tip. he says nothing, focusing on fingering you.
his face leans in to press kisses on the back of your thighs, his fingers spreading your folds apart before focusing on massaging your still sensitive clit.
the moan that escapes your lips only prompts his hips to thrust upwards, causing you to gag.
“darling, i’m so—” “it’s okay…” you pull off, hand replacing your lips as you looked back at him, your sleepiness now turned to full-blown lust.
your eyes rolled back as zayne’s fingers hit that spongy part inside of you.
“z-zayne…” you call his attention, his fingers pausing in action.
“hm?”
“call in sick for today.”
his hand barely manages to reach his phone to call in before your mouth was back on his.
the stuttering and the awkward coughing from the composed doctor made the call very believable.
rafayel:
last night consisted of ribbons, paint, and a canvas that is now almost fully dried. you and rafayel spent the night searching for inspiration through… untraditional methods.
the sun rises with the lemurian, his skin stinging slightly as dried paint stretches as he does as well. the couch was cramped, yet he felt like you were still so far away from him. one of his arms was under your body as you curled up against his chest. you looked peaceful, with strokes of pink and purple decorating your cheeks; paint was scattered across your chest, and your arms were stained by rafayel’s hands, now fully dried.
you looked claimed. his.
his eyes darken as he scans your vulnerable form, he zeroes in on the bruises on your neck and chest, mixing in with dots of dried paint.
he makes the mistake of looking down.
he inhales sharply, your lower body had a fair share of his dried cum that mixed with paint whilst it was still wet. the paint was flaky, peeling off your skin like dried glue in your hands.
he found himself peeling it off your inner thighs, salivating as every fleck removed was your cunt being presented to him.
god, he wanted to paint you yet he knew that no visual could replicate what was in front of him. no matter how talented he was, your beauty was unmatched.
he feels himself hardening as he traces over the paint stencilled by his hand. his touch dips lower, fingers clingier as it grabs onto your breast, squeezing slightly, the arm under your body flexes to pull you flush against him, rendering you trapped against his body as his other hand holds free rein.
“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers before he sucks a soft kiss mark onto your neck. you squirm under his grip yet don’t open your eyes, not yet.
rafayel’s hands continue his descent, his lower body grinding onto yours in a rhythm he made in his head, his lips pressing sloppy kisses on your face as he whispers words of affection onto your sleeping frame.
“wakey-wakey, cutie.” he whispers after pressing a kiss on your earlobe. “you can’t just leave me to complete our masterpiece.”
you groaned, body feeling warm as his hand continued to feel on your skin.
“raf?” you questioned, voice rough with sleep. he hums in response but he doesn’t stop his actions; if anything, his thrusts only got rougher.
you moan in surprise as his cock slips to meet your clit, dried cum adding a texture to your skin that you weren’t sure you liked.
your arms reach to wrap around rafayel’s neck, hips grinding down to meet his uncoordinated thrusts.
“‘m close, ma chérie” the accent slip causes goosebumps to rise on your skin as you mouth at his neck, moaning softly at the continuous stimulation.
“r-rafayel…” you dragged out a moan, neck tilting back to expose the column of your throat.
“just a little more, cutie.” he murmurs against your skin as the tip of his cock presses into your clit just right. your orgasm greets you in gentle waves as rafayel grinds against you through his high.
his cum splatters against your skin in wispy streaks, reactivating the dried paint that littered onto the expanse of your stomach. rafayel grins, looking at you with mischief in his eyes.
“cutie, i have an idea.” “you are not making a new paint color with your cum as a base.”
rafayel huffs out a laugh, breathing quickly against your now-sweaty neck.
“you’re no fun.”
sylus:
sylus opens his eyes, his head feeling a bit fuzzy from your little wine testing. he was not the type of man to be inebriated by one bottle of wine; however, pair it with the taste of your essence, he would be a fool not to be addicted.
he finds himself licking his dry lips at the memory from last night, his bleary eyes were scanning your frame, your body was covered, sure, if you could even call it that. the only thing preserving your decency was your silk, maroon, nightgown that matched his robe, or used to match his robe, as it could barely be called a nightgown.
sylus bites his lips subtly, remembering the way his hands grasped at the flimsy fabric, ripping it with ease to feel your skin, but not enough to remove it from you. his cock twitched underneath his robe, demanding attention.
he ignores it, for now.
he runs his hand against your skin, smirking slightly at the slightly sticky feeling that clung to his touch. the wine.
the wine the two of you shared last night was decadent, smooth, the way you forewent wine glasses and used your bodies as replacements was just as seamless as the two of you took turns in using one’s body.
and it seemed like sylus has not done a good job at cleaning you up.
his tongue peeks out, tracing slightly against your neck, he bites back a pleased rumble at the taste of your skin.
he ventures further down until he finds himself in front of your cunt.
his mouth waters as he tests the waters, placing a kiss on your inner thighs. his piercing eyes look at your face, which was still unguarded. he repeats it, suckling a small mark this time. your brows twitch, hand coming down to unconsciously swat away what you assumed was a bug.
a very big bug.
sylus chuckles against your skin as he plants both his hands on your thighs, spreading them open, exposing you to him.
his tongue teases your clit, circling the bud before he closes in, mouth gently suckling as if massaging it.
your body was generous, responding by twitching when a particularly sensitive area gets licked.
sylus feels like he’s on cloud nine. this was the perfect cure for his hangover. his eyes flit close, basking in your scent as his hips grind on the bed, mindlessly.
he opens his eyes when your thighs twitch against his hold, and you jerk as if you were trying to get away from him. you looked at him with confusion before clarity took over.
your hands snake its way on his hair, a moan escapes his lips, eyes widening at the pain, and if you looked closer, it looked like his pupils had formed into hearts as he relentlessly ate you out.
“‘s’too early, no, sy?” you say yet made no move to get away, if anything, you slowly closed his face between your thighs.
“you taste far better than any ripe fruit.” sylus says, words vibrating against your clit, you bite your lip, a smirk on your face.
“are you getting off to this?” you knew the answer, sylus’s thrusts against the mattress wasn’t subtle, but you couldn’t help but tease him as you bucked your hips against his nose.
a startled moan escapes your lips, to which sylus revels in. he amps his antics, sneaking two fingers in your already twitching hole, pumping at a sporadic pace.
your back arches against the bed as you feel yourself squirting against his tongue. your breaths quickening as you peeled his head away from your sensitive cunt.
sylus’ face was red, his breathing was just as deep, if not more.
“sylus… did you come just from eating me out?”
“sweetie, feeling you reach your zenith is enough to trigger mine. you should know this.” sylus says as he pulls away from your thighs, leaning up to cage you between his arms, his cock pressing against your stomach, slightly wet.
“unless you’d like more proof?”
caleb:
caleb needs to hide his clothes for when you visit.
it’s like you knew that him seeing your frame be dwarfed by his colonel uniform was enough to make him go insane. he’s already placed a request for an extra uniform, seeing as his current one was stained beyond ruin; not even bleach can erase the trauma that fabric endured.
he was only satiated once you passed out from your fifth orgasm for the night; he fell asleep after, holding you close.
he wakes up when he senses that it has been a while since you lay in his arms, his sunset eyes open to a squint, hand reaching towards your frame, only to stop once he feels his shirt draped on your body.
it seems like you were cold for the night and stood up to retrieve his shirt.
it seems like you don’t learn your lesson.
and
it seems like caleb was ready to teach you once more.
it was almost comedic how the mere sight of you wearing his tank top was enough for his cock to harden against the blanket.
caleb latches onto your neck, biting softly against your bruised skin, wanting to deepen its purplish hue.
a sloppy smack against his arm sobers him up immediately, he pulls away, fearing that he might’ve crossed a boundary.
“what’s wrong, pips?” caleb asks, turning you to face him, your back was planted on the bed and his arms caged you in. “do you not want to?”
you huffed out a scoff, turning your head to the side.
“you were too rough last night, dummy!” caleb stops his lips from twitching.
“is that so?” caleb asks as he leans down to place soft kisses on your bruised skin.
“mm! you were mean, caleb.” caleb chuckles against your skin.
“what if i be gentle, hm? would my pipsqueak let me?” he whispers, lips trailing to your neck.
“but caaaleeb.” you whined. “‘m too sleepy.”
“that’s okay, pipsqueak. leave it to me.” caleb says as he lulls you back to sleep, his cock poking at your sensitive hole as your breathing evened out.
true to his word, caleb kept his pace gentle, not wanting to batter up your insides more than he already has.
he finds your sleepy figure grinding against him, he huffs out a chuckle, even when you’re tired, you’d want to help him. his precious, darling, pipsqueak.
his hips stutter against your skin, a hiss escaping his lips as you forcibly push him out.
“wha–” caleb’s eyes opened to meet yours, a pout on your face.
“don’t wanna clean up down there, too lazy.” caleb sneaks a hand down to continue pumping himself, not wanting his high to disappear.
“then where do you suppose i put it, pips? it would be such a waste.” caleb coos, you rolled your eyes before you look up at him, your sleepy eyes alluring as you open your mouth, a quiet “aaah.” leaving your lips.
caleb’s breath hitches, he takes the hint, he gets on his knees, the tip of his cum tapping onto your peeking tongue.
you placed smooches on the areas your lips could reach.
“fuck…” caleb whimpers. “what a good meimei i have… letting me use her body while she’s tired.” he praises you, but you can’t fight the brat inside of you.
“gege.” you rebutt, seeing him twitch as the honorific leaves your lips. “you’re such a pervert. using me like this when i just wanna sleep.”
caleb moans out, pained. “yes, i know.” he admits. “i’m such a pervert. i know, i know. fuck.” the pace on his cock quickens and becomes erratic, filthy moans leaving his lips as his bleary eyes are trained on your sleepy face, your mouth hanging open, waiting for his cum.
“f-fuck— pipsqueak. good meimei.” caleb cums in heavy spurts; he does his best to aim for your awaiting mouth, really, he did. but he didn’t notice that you were in the midst of yawning. he couldn’t help the stray cum that droops on the side of your lips.
as an act of service, you take hold of his sensitive cock, tongue licking at the tip, ensuring he was clean before you let go.
you looked at him, smacking your lips, eyes drooping to a close as you find yourself drifting.
“thank you, gege.”
caleb takes a cold shower right away once he ensures that you’re fully asleep.
note/s: yea idk what happened i blacked out. . . also! my reqs for nsfw are opened until i decide to close them so drop by my inbox if you're interested <3
