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bloom ~ 20s ~ she/her ~ xavie main at heart just want to improve my writing :)

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-> LADS as... Science Majors!

-> LADS as... watching horror movies!

xavier

-> Follow the light (1.3k, fluff, comfort) after an exhausting day at work, Xavier makes your bath and bedtime relaxation routine extra special.

zayne

-> Only One I Can Trust (1.7k, hurt/comfort, medieval au) you're injured. and in your desperation, you go to Zayne, the only one you feel comfortable with. he, helplessly in love with you and much below your station, does his best to heal you.

rafayel

-> Describe it to me (2k, angst/comfort) on days when he misses home, you're right by his side. gallery au.

-> Still In Bed (0.5k, comfort, fluff) you don't want to get out of bed, and Rafayel respects that entirely, keeping you company and in high spirits.

sylus

-> Storm (1.2k, angst/comfort, dragon sylus) when the world feels heavy, Sylus is here to comfort and look after you.

-> Still in Bed (0.9k, comfort, fluff) after a long week, Sylus makes sure you spend the entire weekend relaxing in his arms.

caleb

-> Stay Like This (1.6k, angst/comfort) friends with benefits care about each other more than they realise.

-> Home (1k, fluff/slice of life) Caleb is so happy to be living the dream with you.

valko

-> The sun will always be there waiting after the rain (0.3k, angst)

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LADS as… watching horror movies!

Xavier

* Will not be fazed in the slightest by jump scares

* Comments on the morality (or lack of) of the characters

* “But why did they do that!” You’d say. “Because they’re evil,” he’d reply, deadpan.

* You pretend to be scared and cuddle into him but Xavier knows you’re pretending and doesn’t care

* Any excuse to be next to you

* Likes existential/space horror

* Secretly is like ‘that’s not how you mend a spaceship! These people are going to die!’

* Handles all the snacks like a pro, but you jump and spill some popcorn. He just thinks you’re so cute

* Covers the plushies eyes when something scary is about to happen because you insist

Zayne

* Is scared but can endure it, he knows there are scarier things in life

* Can stand any gore/body horror because that’s essentially his average work day of what he sees in the operating theatre

* Will bring your favourite plushies for you to both hold onto and protect

* “I heard that horror movies are perfect to bring two people together…” he’d say before holding you. “And now we can get scared together.”

* If you are scared, will turn the lights on for you to sleep and will come with you to the bathroom so you don’t have to walk down the dark corridor by yourself, he will happily go first to make sure everything is okay

Rafayel

* Does not want to watch, but will if you want to

* Will pretend like he is okay but wants to appear tough for you

* Buries his head in your shoulder or lap so he doesn’t have to watch

* Tells you the movie you pick is boring, so annoyed you give up, and switch to a horror movie he chooses, and now you’re both huddled together under the same blanket watching in suspense

* “Rafayelll are you scared? Why are you clinging to me?” “What, no I’m not! You just smell so good today.” He shushes you.

* (He IS clinging to you!)

* Every jumpscare gets him the poor baby :(

Sylus

* Used to a certain level of horror and gore

* Flinches at jumpscares but Luke and Kieran have trained him to brace for them at any time

* Keeps an arm around you to protect you while watching

* Orrr makes you sit in his lap, all cosy

* “Kitten how can you say it’s scary if you’re not even watching?” “It’s scary…” you mumble, and he just smiles, adoring you and puts a hand on your head

* Likes slasher/thriller movies

* Every time a character makes a bad decision, you will hear about it

Caleb

* Will suggest the movie and will actively try to scare you throughout

* He only means well though and he’d stop in a heartbeat if you meant it

* Alone, he can watch some really scary stuff, but tones it down to movies he thinks are a little too silly to be scary to watch with you. Those bad horror movies you like to watch together most and make fun of the characters

* “Are you gonna get scared sleeping tonight now?” he'd ask you. “Of course not! I’m a grown up…” “Rightttt. You better sleep with me, just incase,” he ruffles your hair and carries you to bed

Valko

* Is scared but will be brave enough to watch, fear is what all animals have in common, might as well embrace it

* Wants to hold onto you or touch you. A hand around your ankle, a hand on your back or cuddling you outright is a must

* Will find movies online illegally the day they release

* “Valko how did you even get this?! It just came out!” He nuzzles into your neck laughing, “Now don’t you worry, I’ve got my special methods.”

* His special methods are his very own VPN that he designed, specially for accessing the deepest websites without being detected

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Still in Bed (Sylus x reader)

“Let’s not move for the whole weekend. I really want to hold you just like this.”

a/n: @bloomaton thank you for your idea of a cosy Sylus fic inspired by this Rafayel one I wrote! This is a little different but I hope it’s still comforting <33

summary: after a long week, Sylus makes sure you spend the entire weekend relaxing in his arms.

tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, caretaker Sylus, acts of service, physical touch, sleepy cuddles, wearing his clothes, soft Sylus, pet names, cosy weekend, minecraft longplays

wc: 0.9k

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“You’re not even going to get changed first sweetie?” Sylus’s amused voice drifted across the room, gaze landing on you face down on top of his bedsheets.

“Nope,” you smile.

The Sylus of the past would worry that his sheets are being disturbed. But it was because of you. So that didn’t really count for anything.

As soon as you told Sylus you were finishing early, he let you know that it wasn’t a problem. He was still coming to pick you up. It was a Friday night after all, and you had both decided spending a cosy weekend together would be simply amazing.

You reach for one of the takeaway cups on his nightstand. Taking a sip, the warm hot chocolate fills your senses. Sylus picked you up in his car with them, deciding not to take his RX-116 motorcycle. He wanted you to be warm and relaxed. And the between the classical music playing in the background, Sylus’s steady driving and the hot chocolate, the ride to Sylus’s home was definitely comfortable.

He looks at you to see your eyes closed in comfort.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, removing the cuff links from his shirt. He was even letting you drink on his bed - what had gotten into him!

“I think I will.”

He lets out a wonderful laugh, that makes you impatient. His bed already smelt like him, and was super comfy, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to cuddle with him.

You continue sipping your drink as he takes off his watch, putting into his watch drawer in the walk in closet. He moves out of sight for a moment before coming back with a set of clothes.

“Here, my guest should be comfortable,” he sets it down on the bed for you.

You hardly want to move, but getting changed and getting closer to Sylus is the goal you are happy to move for.

You get changed into the luxurious sleepwear and it’s way too big.

“Sweetie, it fits you perfectly.”

“Hmph. Just because you’re so big…”

He shakes his head in feigned annoyance. “You can get in you know.”

“Good, I’ll get away from your teasing.”

Sylus takes a moment to watch you open his sheets and jump inside. You give him a look and he starts, coming to his own side and getting in.

He opens his arms and you fall into them. So warm and strong, it feels like you could fall asleep in his arms forever. His arms settle around your waist and pull you closer.

“Did you miss me today?” He asks softly.

“So much you don’t even know it. Need to stay like this forever.”

Sylus leans down to your face curled against his chest, and rubs your forehead with his.

“Okay,” he says. “Then let’s stay here forever.”

-/-/-

At some point in the night you get hungry.

“Sylus, can you make me some food?”

“How brazen. Will you be helping me?” he asks.

“… nevermind.”

“The bottom door of the nightstand is a mini fridge. What did you want to eat?” He takes your hand.

“Wait seriously!” You almost jump up to face him. His serious expression meets you. “You’re the best Sylus.”

“I know sweetie.”

Miraculously, Sylus’s bedroom mini fridge has an assortment of snacks, fruits and drinks.

“So you do eat in bed!” You point at Sylus’s shoulder.

“Not really… I just know you like these foods.”

You let out a small pout at his kindness before you both arrange the snacks, sitting up in bed.

Sylus has a massive wall mounted tv in his bedroom. And you plan to take full advantage of it.

“If you want… you can put those bricks on,” Sylus says, munching beside you.

“Minecraft?” You laugh.

“Yes… Minecraft.”

Recently you had been putting on Minecraft longplays on YouTube. They helped you sleep, and Sylus was very content to watch them since you introduced them to him. He grew to love them so much.

The sounds of rain and mining filled the room, at the perfect volume for it to be cosy.

He holds his right arm around your lower back and hip, hand resting on the outside of your thigh. Even with his left non-dominant hand, he was able to feed you whatever you wanted.

His hand automatically caresses you, and you fall deeper into his side.

“You falling asleep kitten?” Sylus asks you.

“Yeah.”

“Come closer and lie down then, you’ll be more comfortable.”

“Yeah,” you mumble.

Sylus gently guides you to lie back, putting a pillow under your head and making sure you’re okay. Your arm reaches out for him and he lies directly behind you. His arm drapes over you lazily and you pull it against your chest, fingers intertwined.

“Are you comfortable?” Sylus’s voice is deep, and he speaks against your hair. It’s huskier than usual.

You smile, “So comfortable.”

Sylus was so warm against you, a personal heater. Minecraft was playing in the background. You were relaxing in Sylus’s bed, in his clothes. What could be better than this?

He moves to kiss your cheek gently, before moving to let his other hand stroke your hair.

“Let’s not move for the whole weekend. I really want to hold you just like this.”

You hum in agreement and he settles down into you closer. His heartbeat calmed you down, as your own moved to match his.

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[bloomaton]

I LOVE IT

I feel a little creeped out tho cause u literally made a ff of all the things I do too (or we just have the same hobbies 😂) thank you again for making this ff

[xavibloom]

Glad to hear it was cosy <33 I was a little too accurate haha 😂

Sylus and minecraft longplays would go together so well, and he secretly loves them (just like he secretly loves playing the plushie machine). Ahh to be cuddled by Sylus like this 🥺

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Still in Bed (Sylus x reader)

“Let’s not move for the whole weekend. I really want to hold you just like this.”

a/n: @bloomaton thank you for your idea of a cosy Sylus fic inspired by this Rafayel one I wrote! This is a little different but I hope it’s still comforting <33

summary: after a long week, Sylus makes sure you spend the entire weekend relaxing in his arms.

tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, caretaker Sylus, acts of service, physical touch, sleepy cuddles, wearing his clothes, soft Sylus, pet names, cosy weekend, minecraft longplays

wc: 0.9k

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“You’re not even going to get changed first sweetie?” Sylus’s amused voice drifted across the room, gaze landing on you face down on top of his bedsheets.

“Nope,” you smile.

The Sylus of the past would worry that his sheets are being disturbed. But it was because of you. So that didn’t really count for anything.

As soon as you told Sylus you were finishing early, he let you know that it wasn’t a problem. He was still coming to pick you up. It was a Friday night after all, and you had both decided spending a cosy weekend together would be simply amazing.

You reach for one of the takeaway cups on his nightstand. Taking a sip, the warm hot chocolate fills your senses. Sylus picked you up in his car with them, deciding not to take his RX-116 motorcycle. He wanted you to be warm and relaxed. And the between the classical music playing in the background, Sylus’s steady driving and the hot chocolate, the ride to Sylus’s home was definitely comfortable.

He looks at you to see your eyes closed in comfort.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, removing the cuff links from his shirt. He was even letting you drink on his bed - what had gotten into him!

“I think I will.”

He lets out a wonderful laugh, that makes you impatient. His bed already smelt like him, and was super comfy, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to cuddle with him.

You continue sipping your drink as he takes off his watch, putting into his watch drawer in the walk in closet. He moves out of sight for a moment before coming back with a set of clothes.

“Here, my guest should be comfortable,” he sets it down on the bed for you.

You hardly want to move, but getting changed and getting closer to Sylus is the goal you are happy to move for.

You get changed into the luxurious sleepwear and it’s way too big.

“Sweetie, it fits you perfectly.”

“Hmph. Just because you’re so big…”

He shakes his head in feigned annoyance. “You can get in you know.”

“Good, I’ll get away from your teasing.”

Sylus takes a moment to watch you open his sheets and jump inside. You give him a look and he starts, coming to his own side and getting in.

He opens his arms and you fall into them. So warm and strong, it feels like you could fall asleep in his arms forever. His arms settle around your waist and pull you closer.

“Did you miss me today?” He asks softly.

“So much you don’t even know it. Need to stay like this forever.”

Sylus leans down to your face curled against his chest, and rubs your forehead with his.

“Okay,” he says. “Then let’s stay here forever.”

-/-/-

At some point in the night you get hungry.

“Sylus, can you make me some food?”

“How brazen. Will you be helping me?” he asks.

“… nevermind.”

“The bottom door of the nightstand is a mini fridge. What did you want to eat?” He takes your hand.

“Wait seriously!” You almost jump up to face him. His serious expression meets you. “You’re the best Sylus.”

“I know sweetie.”

Miraculously, Sylus’s bedroom mini fridge has an assortment of snacks, fruits and drinks.

“So you do eat in bed!” You point at Sylus’s shoulder.

“Not really… I just know you like these foods.”

You let out a small pout at his kindness before you both arrange the snacks, sitting up in bed.

Sylus has a massive wall mounted tv in his bedroom. And you plan to take full advantage of it.

“If you want… you can put those bricks on,” Sylus says, munching beside you.

“Minecraft?” You laugh.

“Yes… Minecraft.”

Recently you had been putting on Minecraft longplays on YouTube. They helped you sleep, and Sylus was very content to watch them since you introduced them to him. He grew to love them so much.

The sounds of rain and mining filled the room, at the perfect volume for it to be cosy.

He holds his right arm around your lower back and hip, hand resting on the outside of your thigh. Even with his left non-dominant hand, he was able to feed you whatever you wanted.

His hand automatically caresses you, and you fall deeper into his side.

“You falling asleep kitten?” Sylus asks you.

“Yeah.”

“Come closer and lie down then, you’ll be more comfortable.”

“Yeah,” you mumble.

Sylus gently guides you to lie back, putting a pillow under your head and making sure you’re okay. Your arm reaches out for him and he lies directly behind you. His arm drapes over you lazily and you pull it against your chest, fingers intertwined.

“Are you comfortable?” Sylus’s voice is deep, and he speaks against your hair. It’s huskier than usual.

You smile, “So comfortable.”

Sylus was so warm against you, a personal heater. Minecraft was playing in the background. You were relaxing in Sylus’s bed, in his clothes. What could be better than this?

He moves to kiss your cheek gently, before moving to let his other hand stroke your hair.

“Let’s not move for the whole weekend. I really want to hold you just like this.”

You hum in agreement and he settles down into you closer. His heartbeat calmed you down, as your own moved to match his.

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

I do not write to be the greatest writer out there. I write because...

I LIKE it

someone else might LIKE it

it is FUN to do

I get those THOUGHTS out of my head

it's fun to look BACK on

have I mentioned it's FUN?

it's CATHARTIC

it's nice to see what I CAN DO

And also because I just like it.

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Still In Bed (Rafayel x reader)

"For you, my services are free of charge."

summary: you don't want to get out of bed, and Rafayel respects that entirely, keeping you company and in high spirits.

tags: wanting to stay in bed, established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, caretaker Rafayel, emotional comfort, cuddling, hair stroking, pet names, acts of service, soft Rafayel

wc: 0.5k

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Rafayel is kind with his actions, when you look closely.

“Is my little fishie still in bed?”

Rafayel comes into your bedroom, undoing his tie. A fancy lunch with potential exhibit investors was to blame, and he was glad to be back home.

He smiles affectionately as his eyes come to rest across your figure still in bed, crackers that have been munched on and water sipped from. All brought to your side before he left.

“Mmm hmm,” you reply, not even bothering to move but you raise your head slightly. You watch him take off his shirt and swap his pants for something more comfortable.

“Good, I didn’t miss the party going on in here," he says softly.

From anyone else that would sound sarcastic, but as he gently comes into bed next to you and hugs you from behind, you know he is being genuine.

“Did I miss anything?” Rafayel asks you, joining you to gaze out of the bedroom window together.

“Only a pigeon that flew by.”

“Only a pigeon?” He asks. “That poor pigeon. Just living life and you don’t appreciate it.”

He smiles against your shoulder as you tangle your legs with his.

“And there was a flying insect. I think it was lost because it wanted to come inside.”

“See... it just knew you were in here, and it wanted to be cosy too.”

You nod.

“Would you look after me if I was that bug? Or would you squish me?” He asks seriously.

You laugh and he glows at the sound. “Of course I would.”

“Hey! I knew you would squish me!”

“No! I meant of course I would look after you, silly. I’d make sure to feed you what you can eat. And I wouldn’t put you in a container, I’d let you fly around wherever you please.”

“Then what if a pigeon eats me…”

“Enough of that silly," you twist to poke his cheek playfully. "I will look after you, don't worry." He nuzzles closer into your hand.

"How was your lunch?” you ask.

“So boringgg…”

Rafayel is kind with his words, when you look closely.

This is how he comforts you on a day when you don’t want to go anywhere or get out of bed. He doesn’t think it’s shameful. Everyone feels like that at some point in their life, and if anyone is to understand it, it would be him.

Rafayel will stay with you, keep you fed and hydrated, warm and cosy even when your thoughts are racing. He will ask you silly questions to distract you. He’d suggest you both go for a walk on the beach at sunset, even offering to carry you the whole way. Whatever you feel like, he’d respect.

As the peaceful day comes to an end, you look up at him. “Raf… thank you for looking after me.” Rafayel is half engrossed in reading a fashion magazine but he's still very present.

He looks down at you resting in his lap and stokes your hair gently with a tilt of his head.

“No problem cutie, that’s my job. And for you, my services are free of charge. Remember, because you’re my VIP.”

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Follow the Light (Xavier x reader)

"Sleep. You've worked hard today, and I'm proud of you."

summary: After an exhausting day at work, Xavier makes your bath and bedtime relaxation routine extra special.

tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, work stress, slight drinking mention, caretaker Xavier, Xavier uses his Evol, light powers, bathing, sleepy cuddles, kissing, teasing, slightly suggestive, praise, soft Xavier

wc: 1.3k

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“Hey! You’re back from work, how was it?” Xavier greets you. You get the vague sense he’s resorted to a microwave meal without you to cook for him, but you are far too tired to question anything.

You come closer, and rest your head into his chest, “Xavie…” you mumble.

“That bad huh?” He says quietly, bringing an arm around your waist.

“Just draining… so so draining.”

You loved social gatherings, but to have a work dinner following a full day of work was too much to handle today.

“Have you eaten?” Xavier asks, eyes carefully watching you. He thinks you’ve been drinking from the way you cling onto him and he thinks it’s so cute.

“Yes I've eaten,” you mumble, muffled by his cosy hoodie.

Xavier strokes your hair gently, “If you want to have a bath, I can run it for you?”

A bath. A bath sounds so nice.

“Yes please,” you draw back and look at Xavier. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not,” he kisses your forehead and hugs you softly before leading you into the bathroom. “You should relax after a hard day of work.”

He turns on the water and helps you undress and lower yourself into the water. It was perfect temperature, Xavier had checked. Warm and calming, loosening your muscles and mind.

“Thank you Xavie” you say as you reach out to him with a hand. He’s kneeling next to the bathtub. Xavier takes your hand in his and gently presses a kiss to your knuckles before his eyes rise to meet yours.

You both talk about how your day was briefly, before Xavier leaves you, “Did you want me to bring you anything?”

“Uh… maybe some clothes?” You laugh, looking around the bathroom and Xavier smiles.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got pajama pants and a hoodie ready for you to wear.”

“But does the hoodie smell like you?” You ask raising an eyebrow.

He laughs, “Yes, it smells like me.”

“Good.”

“Anything else you want me to get you?” he asks.

“Uh… actually would you be able to lend me your light?”

Xavier comes back to you and reaches behind the top of your head. When he draws his hand back, a small ball of light floats above his palm. “With my Evol, like this?”

I nod and watch as Xavier closes his hands together, cupping his palms. When he releases, dozens of tiny lights separate from his fingers to fill the room. He turns off the main bathroom light and it’s magical. The lights reflect in the water of the bathtub and cast a soft glow across both of your faces.

“If you need anything, call out to me or message okay?” You agree and Xavier goes back to reheating his dinner. You hear the microwave door and button dial in the distance.

Blending into background noise, you let out some breaths and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness in the water. No one expecting anything from you, you not expecting anything from anyone.

A significant amount of time later, you start to feel warm despite the water cooling down. Gently blinking your eyes open, Xavier lights had gathered around you, providing warmth.

You decide to text him, and hold your phone tight as to not drop it into the water.

You: hey what are you up to?

Xavier: Just sitting in bed, why?

As his reply comes through, the little lights pulse brighter. Some seem to follow your laugh, twining into your hair.

You: What are you thinking about?

Xavier: Nothing really

The lights were interested in settling on your skin, and this gave Xavier away.

He was thinking about you.

And you were thinking about him too at this time of the night. All bundled up in bed, glasses keeping him company. His hair ruffled.

You: Are you thinking about me?

The lights glimmered once again.

Xavier: I’m always thinking about you.

You nuzzle into the small balls of light, wondering if he could feel it. Probably not, but they were just so cute.

You rest against them in comfort for a while before opening up your phone.

You: I’m gonna come to bed now.

The lights buzzed and immediately moved to line up in a little row leading to the bathroom door, like a strip of landing lights.

Xavier: Okay

You couldn’t be bothered to dress your self fully, so you slip on Xavier’s hoodie. It smelt like him and you relaxed into the soft feel. You towel dry the small amount of hair that got wet from the bath before turning back to the lights. They were blinking, showing the way like a little invitation.

Slowly, you pass through the hallway, guided by the small balls of light, lining the ground. As you push open the bedroom door, the lights form an arrow pointing towards Xavier who was sitting up in bed.

“It appears there was a light to guide me here,” you say with a teasing smile while looking at Xavier.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He puts down the book he was pretending to read and looks back at you. Absolutely stunning.

As you pull back the covers and jump in, the room darkens. Xavier must have dimmed the bedroom lamp. There was a trail of light under the covers, like a trail of ants, leading from your side to his.

“Hmmm what’s this,” you slide a hand across the mattress, following the light trail. As the blanket moves you can see more and more of the trail… leading directly to Xavier lap.

“It must want you to follow it,” Xavier replies quietly. There was the slightest bit of mischief in his voice. It was a voice and presence that made you feel like nothing you do could be embarrassing in front of him. That hard day at work was so far away now.

Xavier takes your hand as you move to straddle him. He lets out a noise that seems to say he didn’t expect you to be so bold.

“Are you feeling better now… after your bath?” He asks innocently.

“Much much better Xavier,” you respond tilting your head.

“I know you’re ready to annoy me now,” he says, smiling. “You’re in a happier mood.”

“Then you can be happily annoyed,” you run a hand down the side of his neck gently.

“Then I will be happily annoyed,” he admits.

You pretend to get comfortable on his lap, shifting slightly until you feel his hands gently at your waist.

“Did you enjoy imagining me in the bath Xavie?” you ask playfully.

His ears redden but he wasn’t ready to back down. “I did actually.” His tone drops lower, “But I bet you liked me using my Evol on you.”

“Y-yeah.”

It was always like this with Xavier. Pretending to have the upper hand when really, it felt like you weren’t the one in control after all.

Xavier lets out a quiet laugh at your blush and pulls you closer, rubbing a hand calmly down your spine and back up again.

“You’re tired, you should sleep,” Xavier whispers, almost instigating you.

You can’t deny it though, you were completely exhausted.

“Sleep, and I’ll wake you up with something special.”

Quickly you pull your head up from his chest to look at him, eyebrows raised, “Oh?”

He just smiles that usual innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re thinking…”

Your lips purse as you shake your head at him. “You know exactly what I’m thinking.”

He just shushes you playfully and pulls you back against his chest. You wiggle around slightly and he tries to keep his arms around you. Eventually tired of playing around, you rest in his arms, back flush to his chest.

The air settles down as you settle into his touch, ready for bed.

Xavier leans forward and kisses your temple so tenderly, over and over again. “Sleep. You’ve worked hard today, and I’m proud of you.”

You murmur a reply. As sleep overcomes you, in that odd state of being half awake, you can hear Xavier talking to you, complimenting you. Kissing the top of your head and your hair gently. Until you finally fall asleep.

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The sun will always be there waiting after the rain (Valko x reader)

There was something you had lost. Someone.

And there was someone you were missing.

Valko.

The name popped into your mind like the universe had let it settle there.

Valko. Valko.

Your apartment was so quiet besides the rain, and as you open the balcony door you don’t even feel the cold greeting you.

It was a gloomy afternoon. Just average.

It was heavy. Even the air felt Iike it too.

Valko wasn’t here. He wasn’t on the railing waiting with a smile for you to come closer.

The rain splotches catch on your face as you face the inside of your apartment. Valko wasn’t there on the couch. He wasn’t there, chocolate milk in hand.

He just… wasn’t.

It felt odd that he was just here, and the next moment gone. Like a trace in the wind.

You let yourself stand in the rain even though Valko would be telling you not to catch a cold. He could be disappointed in you just this once, you thought. You could miss him. You were allowed to miss him.

Knowing him just a short while was enough to make you feel this way.

It wasn’t his fault though.

After what felt like hours, you make your way back inside, drenched and unhappy.

Valko.

You throw all your wet clothing off and get into bed. Miserable that you even got a glimpse at what Valko’s love would have been like.

Valko, I’m right here.

He would have been the sunshine that broke through the rain. And no doubt, he’s right beside you, trying to tell you that it’s going to be okay. That next time he’ll be there to dry your hair off. And playfully, that you better not get a cold because of him. You swear the blanket moves on its own to cover you. And you know that Valko is not far away.

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a/n: i was missing Valko today, he barely got a chance and everything has been kinda intense lately with lads. it’s okay to be sad, stay safe and healthy everyone. sending the biggest hugs 🫶

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Only One I Can Trust (Zayne x reader)

“You’re really warm… and your heart’s beating violently.”

summary: You're injured. And in your desperation, you go to Zayne, the only one you feel comfortable with. He, helplessly in love with you and much below your station, does his best to heal you.

tags: minor injury, blood, medical treatment, nausea mentions, medical mistrust, yearning, mutual attraction, princess reader x healer Zayne

wc: 1.7k

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With every knock on Zayne’s door you get more and more desperate.

It was pitch black, the middle of the night, and you stood under the eave of Zayne’s cottage, hair soaked through in the lit lantern light.

Please. Please answer.

You knock harder. You didn’t want to wake anyone else in the village from how loud you were being, but you had to be loud enough for Zayne to answer.

Gathering your cloak around your face, you’re about to lean your forehead against the wooden door in defeat, when it swings open slowly. And Zayne’s there, looking a bit dishevelled with sleep but still just as handsome as the day you saw him treating an injured villager who went out hunting.

“Princess? What’s wrong?” His eyes scan your face, widening with shock as he blinks sleep away.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know where to go.” You begin quietly, he follows your every word. “And I didn’t want to get you in any troubl-”

“Come in, you can explain inside,” Zayne responds quickly. His brain clicked into healing mode in an instant. He knew something was wrong, he could read it straight off your face.

Inside, it’s mostly cool, the fireplace long put out. His quarters on the left, he directs you into a smaller room to the right, and towards a cushioned stool.

You stumble reaching the chair and Zayne steadies you at the elbow. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

Glad to be sitting, you grit your teeth against the pain. At least the world had stopped spinning a little.

“Where are you injured?” Zayne says gently, lighting a few more candles to light up the room and pulls on his glasses.

They looked slightly wonkey like they had been repaired multiple times, but they held steady.

“I ah…“ where should you start?

“It’s okay,” Zayne says. “ I promise I’ve encountered everything, and treated it all. Especially for you princess, I work with utmost confidentiality, I can steadily assure you.”

Zayne prompts you to go on.

“I ah… haven’t been feeling the best, been very lightheaded and that caused me to trip the other day. I… didn’t want anyone to know, but… I don’t think my cuts are healing.”

“Not healing hmm? Let me take a look. Where are they?”

“My elbows… and a small one on my back… think I sliced it open on a rock,” you grimace, trying not to faint.

Zayne is instantly furious but he keeps his focus. How had this happened to you? And why was no one there to help you?

“Are they bandaged?” Zayne asks you, moving around the storeroom to collect various salves, bandages made out of medicinal leaves and strange shaped containers.

“No,” you say quickly, trying to shove the image of your cuts away. They looked bad at the time, but now they looked almost injected.

“Okay. Remove the clothing that’s in the way and I’ll take a look” Zayne goes to organising his medicines and bandages and you study him for a moment. Hair falls into his eyes and in this light, he had a boyish look. Innocent but trustworthy.

This was the main reason you had come to Zayne. He was the only one you felt you could trust with this. You saw him help someone from the village the other week when you went picking flowers. Not even the prince could see you this vulnerable. Embarrassing as it was, you much preferred a stranger who dealt with injuries all the time, and so Zayne was perfect.

You take a breath and remove your cloaks. You slowly begin to roll up the sleeves to expose the cuts. Blood had soaked through the cotton, sticking the fabric and your skin together.

“It’s stuck,” you state as Zayne brings his stool closer and sits in front of you.

Despite the nausea you feel upon seeing your own blood, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is this close, at this late hour. You decide to focus on looking at his face instead.

His eyes were the colour of the land, a calming green flecked with browns and light golden tones. You warm under his gaze as he rolls up his own nightwear sleeves, to soak a towel in a bucket at his feet.

He had scars marking his arms.

“Give me your hand,” he asks and you reach for him. “Forgive me.”

He holds your hand in his carefully, extending your arm and hovering the towel over your elbow. He squeezes the towel, muscles flexing across his scared forearm and the stinging brings you back. “It might sting, I apologise.”

You let Zayne carefully wash away the blood from the fabric at your elbows and let him help you roll the sleeves up.

“Okay,” he examines you under the candlelight. “The good news is it looks okay. I need to disinfect and bandage it.”

“Okay,” you say, the red soaked towels suggesting otherwise, but you trust Zayne’s judgement. His steady hand and calm eyes.

He pours a little liquid from a small bottle into a smaller piece of fabric. “Squeeze my hand if you need to, this is the disinfectant, it’s gonna sting. Are you ready?”

His soft eyes pass over yours and you can feel his gaze settling on you, prickling your skin.

You squeeze his hand hard despite his careful sweeps, as he talks to you about other things to keep your mind off the sting.

“Princess, forgive me for asking but… why didn’t you call for the palace apothecary?”

You brush it off, “I don’t know, I just… don’t like them.”

Zayne starts on cleaning your second elbow and swaps holding your hands.

“I find that hard to believe. It’s because you weren’t comfortable with them.” He says it like he understands perfectly, and you nod.

“I… ah… yeah.”

“All disinfected and time for bandages. You feeling okay?” He checks in.

“Yeah okay, never better.”

“You look red,” he examines your face as carefully as he looked at your injuries. “Maybe a fever.”

You knew it wasn’t a fever, it was just Zayne.

“Can you check?” You plead. “Please?”

On the chance there was actually something wrong, this could have your bedridden for days. And the palace apothecary would visit your room personally. A strong current of worry courses through your body.

Zayne’s voice brings you back.

“Are you sure princess? I’d have to touch you.”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, I’ll bandage these, then check.”

Slowly, Zayne wraps the elbow wounds with bandages infused with healing properties. He explains in scientific terms how it would heal your wound, and you’re so grateful.

Zayne ties them off, before warming his hands.

“Are you comfortable with untucking the back of your shirt?”

You do so and wait for Zayne. You swear he looks slightly flushed in the candlelight.

“Okay forgive me princess,” he says, before reaching a strong hand, pressing it to you back for a few seconds.

“Deep breaths,” he commands.

His palm is steady against your back as you breathe deeply for him. Zayne’s palm moved to different positions, trying to get a read on your heart.

“You’re really warm… and your hearts beating violently,” Zayne meets your eyes and you still under his calm gaze. Damn him and his handsome face.

“I think I’m feeling… okay Zayne.”

“Let me apply this salve to the cut on your back,” he turns back to his bottles and containers, picking one out and unscrewing the top. He gets a large amount out and brings it up to your skin.

He hesitates every time to touch you, and that drives you even more insane.

“I’m sorry princess,” Zayne smears the salve over the cut and talks to you while it dries. It was cooling on your skin. “This salve is a disinfectant and healer. It doesn’t need to be wrapped, it will be do well for it to get fresh air on it, while it scabs.”

“Sure. Thank you Zayne. You’re my hero.”

“Just doing my job,” he tries to calm himself down from the compliment, but his red ears give him away.

“Come back soon, in a day or two, and I’ll check on everything.”

“I can only come at this late hour,” you look down, avoiding his gaze.

That worry comes back, as strongly as before, but Zayne soon diffuses it.

“That okay, I’ll be expecting your knock then,” he adds. “And whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”

You nod as he squeezes your wrist once.

“Thank you Zayne,” you thank the healer again. He hasn’t just healed your injuries, his demeanour and personality were so favourable that you think he was starting to heal your guilt and embarrassment of coming.

He makes sure you’re strong enough to stand before taking you carefully to the door. After, you insist to let him let you leave, to walk home in the rain.

“You must promise me you’ll get dry clothes on as soon as you are inside again. And then you try to relax and get some sleep.” Zayne stares at you earnestly, waiting for you to agree.

“I will,” you answer. “Goodnight Zayne. And thank you.”

“Goodnight Princess.”

He watches from his door until he sees your shadow in the distant palace, passing through the lit corridors, hood raised. He stares up at your silhouette against the light and the rain splattering on his tired face.

You woke him up, woke his mind up with a curiosity and hope that wouldn’t be turned off.

One that wouldn’t stop until you’re back to your best. Until he saw you back and smiling.

Images of you laughing, collecting flowers in your wooden basket flooded his mind as the rain came down, and as its sound on the cottage roof drifted Zayne to sleep.

Because while you noticed him on that day, treating a villager, he had been admiring you from afar for much longer than you realised.

He couldn’t stop until you were well, especially that it seemed you trusted him with this so ardently.

Zayne knew it might be silly, but he indulged himself by letting his mind wander to the image of you, smiling at him in that beautiful flower field.

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LADS as... Science Majors!

Xavier: Physics

* Really just a hot nerd (WITH GLASSES)

* But also really humble

* Knows a lot but will not make fun of you for not knowing something

* Loves to teach even if some of it goes over your head

* Volunteers at the local observatory, and you met him as he was doing a tour

* “Why can’t I see any anything?” “That would be because the cap is still on.” “Oh.” Xavier smiles at you and you can swear he is looking at you through the rest of the tour

* (He is!!!)

* Later on in your relationship, will watch space documentaries and satellite livestreams with you until you fall asleep together on the couch

Zayne: Biomedicine

* Really wants to help people

* Has such a busy schedule, like hours and hours of classes a day, but he always makes sure to see you when he’s free

* Studies at ungodly hours of the night/morning

* Will treat you to sweet treats after submitting an assessment, secretly it’s for him

* You and Zayne are the ultimate campus couple and everyone is jealous

* It doesn’t matter though, as he holds your hand to walk you home, ruffles your hair gently at the crossing, keeps you warm in his coat in winter and studies with you in the library

* “Come out to eat with me tonight,” Zayne calls you. “But… I feel like I haven’t got anything done today.” “But you’ve worked hard, let’s go get food and you’ll feel better okay?”

Rafayel: Anatomy

* Doesn’t like studying. At all.

* But it’s okay! Because he’s studying anatomy to be a better artist

* Really good at memorising muscle names down to the absolute details

* Also studies in spite and annoyance

* Will make you (willingly) pose for him in order to sketch

* “But we were learning about back muscles this week” he’d pout. “Again!?” you ask. There was no way…

* And then he’d wait for you to agree to sit there for him to sketch you

* Plot twist! He wasn’t studying back muscles again, he just wanted to see yours (👀)

* Sometimes to revise, and especially before an exam, he’d paint on your skin for hours, tracing every muscle and nerve. It’s his favourite time of semester

Sylus: Forensics

* This man has seen some things, the N109 zone is not a safe place

* Extensive knowledge on combat, weapons and guns but wants to know what else he can learn

* Fantastic at piecing together clues, very valued trait

* Intelligence agencies and the government want him to work for them but he doesn’t want to work for someone

* Very switched on and street smart

* Teaches you how to defend yourself in the off chance he is not around and never leaves you defenceless

* Doesn’t want you to see how messy crime scenes are: “Wait! Don’t look!” “Sylus why do you have this?” He sighs, “It’s for a class activity…”

Caleb: Biology

* Loves learning about scientific ethics and the grey areas of pushing the limits of science

* Does not want to work with animals ever since he realised it meant he needs to experiment on them :(

* Always had an odd fascination with twin studies, he almost feels like he is one

* Will watch animal documentaries with you and point out all the cute baby animals and all the things they do naturally as a part of life, like finding a mate etc.

* “See look! Elephants nibble each other’s ears to show affection-” he’d point out before leaning closer to you. “Hey!”

* Alternatively… would study engineering, think BIG planes, tanks, cars, anything that can be pulled apart, Caleb will take it apart and build it back together again (🫠)

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Home (Caleb x reader)

"As long as they are together... they can feel like they’re home."

summary: Caleb is so happy to be living the dream with you.

tags: domestic fluff, Caleb as a soft precious boy, waking up together, shopping, slow morning, tiny mention of nightmares

wc: 1k

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Caleb wakes with a start, clutching a hand to his chest. Breathing hard, his eyes still on your figure laying beside him, now stirring from his sudden movement.

“It’s okay,” he swallows, blowing a stray piece of hair out of his eyes.

You look over at him. Caleb had somehow in the middle of the night gotten so far away from you. He was half out of the blankets, shirtless. Maybe he had been sitting up awake for a while.

You both reach out an arm for each other, Caleb pulling you closer around your waist to nestle beside him. Carefully reaching up, eyes still lidded with sleep, you find his hand resting on his chest. Well, his mechanical arm that is.

“Another nightmare?” You ask.

“Thankfully no. It was a good dream… you were there.”

“I was there… good… because I’m also here now” You mumble.

His laugh sounds so beautiful to your ears. It was Caleb’s laugh. And you could recognise it anywhere in the world.

“You’re so adorable right now. You know that right?” He kisses your hair.

“Mmm hmm,” you reply, sleep taking precedence over your ability to talk.

Caleb brings up a hand to rub the back of your head, admiring where your cheek squishes against his chest. He felt that feeling he often felt with you.

That he wanted to be responsible for protecting you, and that he can.

“So so precious, you’re everything,” he whispers. The birds were just beginning to chip into the dawn, pulling the light of day. “Apart from the nightmares, it’s you I usually dream of.”

“It was a good dream…” you start. “So you woke up surprised? Oh Caleb,” you nuzzle your face against his neck.

He smiles and resists the urge to move away out of ticklishness. Your breath uneven and careless, caressed his ear. Of course, you knew his neck was sensitive.

“I know I know,” he settles into your touch. Caleb would stay here as long as you wanted to sleep in. All day if you wished it. Just so he could hold you in his arms and whisper how grateful he was to you. How special you are to him.

It was a lazy morning and you both slept in that day. But eventually you managed to rouse yourselves to go shopping. Pancake ingredients for a late breakfast were at the top of the list.

“Hey it looks like that new toy store opened, did you want to take a look?” Caleb squeezes your hand, plastic bag of pancake ingredients in the other.

You nod, “Sure let’s go in.”

Knowing Caleb from childhood was a blessing.

You seemed to get each other in a way other people couldn’t. And this included a mutual indulgence in the past. Fun things, things that make kids excited.

As soon as you stepped in the store, Caleb right behind you, words were lost on your lips.

“Woah,” is all you could say, taking in the shelves and shelves of plushies, all shapes and sizes, badges and blind boxes. Tiny collective figures.

The store owner greets you both with a smile, evidently happy to see two grown adults indulging in some whimsy.

Caleb follows you around the store, happy to let you lead, fascinated with the way you were fascinated by the toys.

“Caleb look!” His heart starts as you call his name.

You point to rows of shelves with tiny cute velvet animal figurines in small cute packagings. The animals were in different sets, sometimes with prams or gardening tools or whole houses.

Your eyes carefully scan the cute figurines. There was so many and all so cute.

“Pick what you like,” Caleb says. You look at him but he’s already watching your face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s my treat. For getting to reminisce with you. Whichever you like best, I’ll get it for you.”

He’s met with a warm smile that keeps his heart ablaze.

You return to scanning the packets. This one had two animal figures and an apple tree. They were on a picnic from the looks of their red picnic basket and portable cd player.

You pick it up.

“You like this one hey?” Caleb watches from over your shoulder.

“Yes please,” you turn the packaging towards him.

“Then you got it. That one it is.” He laughs and squeezes your shoulder.

“Don’t you think it looks like us?” You say.

“Yeah if we had cute little animal ears.” You both laugh.

“There's two, let’s have one figure each," you suggest. "Then we can match."

“You've got a deal.”

Caleb pays for the toy from the store owner and you both head home.

Beyond hungry, you both demolish the pancakes and berries you bought.

He insists on washing up and you go ahead and get the toy out from the packaging. Caleb comes and joins you, finding a spot in the bedroom to keep it.

“Did you find a spot for them yet?” Caleb asks, sitting on the bed beside you.

You look around the room holding the cute toys.

“I don’t know where they want their home to be. It’s a big decision.”

“It is.” Caleb muses, reaches out and takes his figure. “I don’t think they would mind. As long as they are together... they can feel like they’re home.”

You watch as Caleb brings his animal figure closer to yours, before moving to touch them together.

You turn to face him and he leans in just as gently, it makes your heart flutter, eyes locked onto your lips. He waits for you to close your eyes before he follows, drawing you into the kiss.

Home. Caleb was home wherever you were.

a/n: happy birthday caleb!

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Describe it to me (Rafayel x reader)

“Sometimes I wish I could turn it off.” 

summary: on days when he misses home, you're right by his side.

tags: established relationship, implied sexual content, kissing, homesick, gallery date, hurt/comfort, emotional intimacy, crying

wc: 2k

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Rafayel looks at the scene before him, waiting for you to get back from the bathroom.

There was an old couple helping a little girl put on her own pink raincoat. Outside, it was bucketing down and Rafayel eyes the misty grey clouds with a careful eye. 

The couple must be the girls grandparents. 

Something about watching the scene tugs at Rafayel heart. Somewhere deep.

“You ready to go fishie?” You appear beside Rafayel and thread an arm through his. 

“Y-yeah, of course cutie.”

Your eyes fly to look at his face.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. Not that he’d tell you what was wrong outright. But you were getting good at guessing what’s wrong.

He frowns, “It’s nothing, just wondering where we are going to go first. Normally… I’d love to see the expressionist artists but they haven’t changed that collection in ages,” he draws out the last word.

He keeps his eyes on the little girl in the raincoat as they step out into the rain of the gallery gardens. 

“Let’s start modern then go back?” You suggest.

“No way!” He puts a hand to his chest like I’ve insulted him. “In that case, we might as well see the classics. That might give you a better appreciation of art,” he eyes your reaction. 

You laugh at him, knowing you were in a way too peaceful mood today to be arguing with him. 

“Let’s go then,” you smile, pulling Rafayel towards the galleries. 

Being a regular art gallery patron and guest curator and consultant, Rafayel knew the ins and outs of the gallery. It was getting actually scary. If he thought about it, he could visualise each item in specific collections and where they were located. How the galleries were connected and what lead where.

When you both reach the classics room, easily the biggest and most popular collection, Rafayel wants to follow you. He stops to look at you and reaches a hand out. You take it, and share a smile. 

“Come on fishie… let me give you my private curatorial tour. My expertise in this area is unmatched only second to you,” you tease him. 

Rafayel pretends to be annoyed, but he really doesn’t care at all. After seeing that little girl today, he is more than happy for you to lead him around.

He wasn’t his usual self for the first part of the day. But slowly he forgets about the incident that made him sad for some reason and comments with more vivacity, his usual bubbly self.

“Rafayel! Look!” You gasp, motioning towards a large wall painting. It was enormous, spanning almost the whole wall of the gallery room. 

“Let’s sit down,” he suggests and plops himself down on the provided velvet viewing seats with a sigh. “My legs are tired from walking.”

“Awww, your legs are tired?” you repeat looking at him, you reach out to fluff his hair a little before turning back towards the painting. He takes a quick photo of you from behind, outlined by the painting. 

He smiles to himself, as you don’t notice him taking the photo. Rafayel thinks this photo is so beautiful that he knows it’s going to be his phone lock screen for a very long time.

“Come sit,” he tugs your sleeve until you come sit beside him. 

There was hardly any visitors in this gallery, so you got a great view of the piece. 

The colossal painting was of a sea. White sea foam roiled and bubbled as the waves crashed relentlessly over and over into itself. 

“It reminds me of you,” you say to him quietly. Rafayel doesn’t say anything, remaining quiet and waiting for you to go on. 

You don’t have anything else to say, totally engrossed in the scene. There are what looks like figures on rocks in the distance, a sailboat, mossy cliffs, sea spray. A total sea landscape.

“The colours are wonderful…” he mumbles.

“Raf, it’s just blue,” you laugh, confused.

He leans forward, into your ear, “You forget I’m a god.”

“Oh I remember that, and I won’t forget it,” you raise an eyebrow at him. He gives you a look that says he’ll remind you how much of a god he is when you’re alone tonight. 

“What is it like seeing to that much detail?”

“Very overstimulating.”

Your eyes turn back to the painting with a nod of your head. “So this isn’t a calm painting?”

He lets out a sad smile, “It’s quite the opposite yes. It’s very chaotic. Beautiful but… equally overwhelming.” 

You look at Rafayel. Was a part of him sad today? 

Slowly, you interlace your fingers with his own. 

He stares at the painting still. 

“Sometimes I wish I could turn it off,” he says quietly. “It’s all or nothing. If I don’t want it, I have to just shut my eyes.”

“Then I’d describe it to you.” 

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You tuck Rafayel's hair into his raincoat hood before you both step out into the rain. And that moment means more to him than he’d admit. 

It was like he was the little kid, being looked after by you and he relaxes into your touch.

He couldn’t go back to how it was, all those years ago. All the way back to the time of Lemuria, when his parents would comfort him, look after him and love him. 

Those days were long gone, buried under the sea. 

But with you, Rafayel could feel your love, and that was enough for him.

“Let’s go, hold onto me so you don’t slip in the rain,” he takes your hand firmly in his as the rain patters down on your coats. 

It was a short run to the car.

“Hey I’m getting wet!” You call out, laughing. 

Rafayel turns back to look at you with a new spark in his eyes. He drops his hood, letting his hair collect water before bringing you closer and shaking his hear.

“Hey!!”

He laughs as you try to get away and he lets you go. 

You’re egar to get to the warmth of his car, legs tired from standing most of the day admiring paintings. 

“Come on Raf, you’re so slow!”

He laughs at you, “we’re nearly there. Slow down or you’ll-"

“Ahh!” Of course at that moment you had to slip in a puddle.

Rafayel is at your side in a second, catching your arm and keeping you upright.

You smile sheepishly at him but he just smiles at you. “Got you.”

“T-thanks Raf.”

He releases your arm, tucking you into his side instead as you both head towards the car. He helps you in before heading to the drivers seat.

You sink into your seat and Rafayel joins you a moment later, shaking the rain out of his hair.

“What are you craving for dinner, we can pick it up on the way?” He asks you on the way home. Everyone was driving much slower than usual, the rain coating the roads and crossings.

You look at him. 

“Yes,” he laughs. “I’m just… in a good mood so I’ll let you pick what to have.”

“Hmm, in that case let’s get fried chicken,” you raise a playful eyebrow at him.

He smiles, “that’s perfect.”

The rest of the ride was filled with peaceful reflections on the artworks and insider stories Rafayel knows being a curator at the gallery.

He holds your hand the whole drive to get dinner, and as you wait for the order to be cooked, he leans his head down to rest on your shoulder.

“You okay? Tired?”

“Mmm, tired,” he agrees.

The bell rings, and you excitedly pick up the takeaway bag. 

“Let’s go sleepy, we’ve got chicken to eat!”

He kisses your forehead and you swear he drives home so fast it’s crazy. 

“The smell of the chicken’s woken me up, now all I can think about is eating it.”

He clears the lounge room table of random papers and you both dig into the chicken right away. 

“Mmm so good,” you lean back in satisfaction.

He lies down on your lap as you move to pack up the box. 

“Oh Raf, there's one drumstick left, you want it?”

He left it in the box just for you. 

“No I’m good, you can have it,” he settles into your lap as you finish up, then wiping your hands on the takeaway napkins before packing everything back into the boxes.

You look down and see Rafayel watching you quietly. 

“Come here,” you extend your arms and Rafayel rises, hugging you back. Together, you settle into the couch. Instinctively, a hand rises to Rafayel’s head, stroking his hair as he lays against your chest. 

He nuzzles into you satisfied, and you feel your heart swell. Happy to protect him. 

“That painting from today…” he mumbles. “Reminds me of Lemuria. I guess I’m missing it a lot today. And recently.”

“Oh Raf…” you hold him closer to you. His hair passes through your fingers gently and you realise that’s why he was a little sad today. “I’m here.”

You don’t know what else to say, but you can hold him. And you do for a long time. The two of you in the near silence of the crackling fireplace.

Rafayel draws back to look at you, not fully letting go. He brings a hand up to your face, tracing your features gently. I’m glad you’re here, his actions and gaze seemed to say. It passes carefully over your face.

Wordlessly, he slowly leans forward to meet your lips in a kiss. You pull him closer carefully and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Between Rafayel’s steady weight against you and the fireplace blazing, you warm up quickly. 

He smirks at you when he notices, “Hot?” 

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he smiles. 

He helps you pull off your sweater, his shirt brushing against your bare chest and collarbone as he kisses you again. 

“Good?” You ask.

“Yeah." He draws back and you tug on his shirt. At least both of you would be naked together. “Do I make you hot, cutie?” 

You run a hand down his chest, half unbuttoned before helping him with the rest of the buttons. Rafayel hangs his head, just watching your fingers work, gently touching the freckles on his neck and chest. He shrugs out of the shirt and he swells forward to meet your lips again. 

He sighs into the kiss as you pull his body closer, skin to skin, chest to chest.

There was something about the way he kisses you, the way that he was so strong, heavy on top of you, big. And the way he kisses you so deeply every time, but especially tonight. 

Everything you wanted to say to him was conveyed in the way your hips met his, and everything he wanted to say was conveyed in how his hands held your body against him, feeling you carefully in all the right places.

Don’t be sad, I’m here now, is all you’re thinking as Rafayel looks down at you like you’re his artwork. Each touch, calculated and cleansing, warm. His face gave away little of his sadness, but more of his devotion and obsession with you. 

“Perfect,” he whispers, and the word spills across your skin as he brings you close. “So… mmm, perfect for me.”

Your lips never leave his for what feels like hours before he kisses every inch of your skin. You were perfect. Perfect to him.

When you hold him close to your chest, hours later, he lets a few tears slip out, and that makes you hold him tighter, bodies intertwined and breathless. 

“Got you… Rafayel,” you breathe out, tucking him closer. 

He can feel your love, how you care for him and don’t want to see him in pain. How you understand him even when he doesn’t fully. One thing's for sure, he thinks as he’s falling asleep, is that you’re someone very, very special to him. Someone so, so precious he feels comfortable opening up around.

That thought alone is enough for Rafayel. He still misses home, there is no doubt. But you’re healing some of that, and you have no idea what that means to him. 

So he lets you hold him, already falling asleep before he does, but holding him still. And listening to your calming breaths, like waves lapping at a shore, he soon follows you to sleep. 

a/n: comforting Rafayel would actually heal me

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Storm (Sylus x reader)

"I see you. Don't feel small okay?"

summary: when the world feels heavy, Sylus is here to comfort and look after you

tags: depression, numbness, overthinking, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional vulnerability, crying, dragon sylus, medieval-ish, comfort fic

wc: 1.2k

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“Sweetie?” 

Sylus calls your name and you hear it over the wind. It’s gentle and cradles your heart more than you can admit to him. 

It’s carried over the wind that is picking up, blowing the tall reeds you stand in about your calves. The reeds are dry and Sylus’s steps crunch as he approaches you slowly. His white shirt crumples like the wings of a butterfly in the wind. 

“Sweetie I’m here,” he touches your shoulder and you don’t brush him off this time. You needed some comfort, you needed him. 

“How did you find me?” You say to him absently. The storm was rolling in like it always does in this scene. The storm was approaching. Never reaching you, but painting the sky a violent inky black. 

“I never want to lose you,” he replies quietly, and you feel the weight of his words. 

He must have been worried knowing you left the village without telling anyone to come to the fields. You needed space but you’re suddenly aware he needed reassurance. 

“I’m sorry,” you turn to him, failing to not feel guilty. How sweet it is to have something so well loved that it hurts when they’re gone. 

His eyes soften into your blank gaze as he gathers you in his arms. You squeeze back as the wind blows your long skirt around your bodies. A careful dragon wing extends to keep you sheltered from the wind. 

You hear it flap in the wind, a sigh of leather as Sylus says nothing, holding you to his chest. 

“Sylus… could you stay here with me?” You ask, muffled by his neck. 

“Yes,” he replies immediately and even that breaks your heart. That he’s willing to be with you. He’s willing to hold you when you’re like this. 

You blink back your tears and the wind dries them away. You work together with nature. Your cotton skirt tendrils around both of your legs when you lie together in the grass, hair fluttering in the breeze like grass stems. He clasps your hand and brings it up to his chest. “I’ve got you.”

The air is thick with sadness and storm. Your heart is strangely dormant. 

“This is where I come when it gets bad…” you admit. 

“Where you went the other week?” He clarifies. 

“Yeah.”

You listen to the breeze rustling the dry grass, stare up at the roiling sky steeped in rich thunderclouds ready to break at any time. They won’t anytime soon, as nature controlled them. But they’re there.

 

“It’s where I wander to when I can’t stop my thoughts. Where I can stop thinking and just… exist away from everything.”

Sylus looks down at you and you swear you see his heart breaking on his face. You stare at the clouds above you instead. 

He only squeezes your hand against his chest as he nuzzles your head. 

“Then I’ll stay here with you. Keep you company. So this time doesn’t feel so numb.”

You relish into his touch as your eyes flutter closed. Sylus kisses your forehead as you realise this is how you cope with your emotions. 

You can’t feel anything, you can barely feel your body laying here. Probably wouldn’t at all if Sylus wasn’t here by your side. 

He cradles you, arm around your waist as you both gaze absently up into the clouds. 

People would draw figures in the clouds but these ones were thick and heavy. There wasn’t anything to discern, just grey gradients and graphite. 

A tear slips down your cheek and Sylus kisses the top of your head. You wanted to cry more but couldn’t. Your heart was too heavy and your mind too full to do that. Your body too disconnected. 

“I… feel… really quiet.”

You hope Sylus gets what you mean. And he does. 

“That’s okay sweetie,” he responds. “I see you. Don’t feel small okay?”

You squeeze his hand in response. Even that feels like all your effort has gone into the action. 

When it starts to rain, Sylus collects you in his arms, sitting, and shelters you with his wing. Water pools around, dampening the reeds, the air, and releasing your heart completely with a sigh. 

Sylus keeps whispering to you words of comfort in between the rain pattering on his wings. You sink deeper into him as you relax. 

You just had to stick out this feeling of apathy. 

“When you want to go home… I’ll fly you.” 

It was such a simple phrase that gave you so much comfort. He held you close still, and would wait for you to tell him you were ready to go home.

When you’re ready, you tell Sylus, and he slowly stands up.

“Okay… now hold onto me tight.”

You already are, but you try to settle into his arms, getting ready for the takeoff. Sylus flaps his wings, and the cool wind rustles your hair. 

“Are you getting rained on?” Sylus asks. He’s trying to cover you as much as possible, but with the cold air and the storm breaking it was hard to avoid the rain, even if you were flying in the opposite direction. 

Sylus keeps you close as he flies you back home.

Inside the cottage, it seems the rain had followed. It was really storming now, the rain pelting down on the wooden roof, but you were safe inside.

Sylus sits behind you on your bed, bringing a clean cloth up to your hair to dry it. His hands work away as you absentmindedly munch on a small helping of bread and wine. 

“Damn this bread is good,” you say with a small laugh. 

Sylus’s heart leaps, so happy to hear you happy. Even if it was about some random piece of bread. 

Sylus let’s out a deep laugh from behind you. He uses the dry corners of the cloth to dry off his own wet hair before resting his cheek on your shoulder blade as you drink the wine. It's sweet.

“Do you want to lay down?” He asks.

You nod. You were suddenly overwhelmed and wanted to say more to Sylus, but felt so tired you couldn’t.

“It’s okay, let me.”

He takes off your soaked boots and changes your wet socks into soft fluffy cotton ones, before helping you inside the sheets and cuddling you from behind. The bed creaks slightly as he readjusts closer to you. You both wiggle closer to the window projecting the now, night sky. 

“If you want to sleep, sleep. If you want to watch the rain, I’ll be here beside you.”

Your eyes fall to the open window where a calming breeze and fresh air flows through. Where he holds you feels rewarding, a safe comfort to die for in an unstable environment. 

Your arms wrap around his as your body settles down in his touch. Sylus calls your name, soft and unhurried, and you melt under his voice. It’s gentle and cradles your heart. 

You turn your neck to look at his face, illuminated in the soft moonlight and reach out a finger to brush the hair out of his eyes. 

“I’m right here okay.”

You’ve never felt so vulnerable, but in front of Sylus, seen. Held.

There was a quiet and steady fondness in his eyes as he looks at you, and you realise everything would be okay. 

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Stay Like This (Caleb x reader)

"Would it help the pain?"

summary: friends with benefits care about each other more than they realise 

tags: friends with benefits, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, implied sexual content, emotional vulnerability, crying, first kiss, mention of general grief/sadness

wc: 1.6k

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You knew it was wrong when you stepped out into the cold night at the beep of Caleb’s car. It was wrong to go and meet him tonight, and you weren’t going to at first. But then he said he didn’t have a good day either. Do two wrongs make one right?

You try to walk slowly so your skirt doesn’t completely ride up your thighs, even though in an hour it would be discarded anyway, lost in the darkness or below Caleb’s leather seats.

He smiles at you with a tip of his head when you get in and you smile back, genuinely so glad to see him. Caleb didn’t know about your pain, and you didn’t know about his. Only that when you were together like this, it didn’t matter. And you didn’t ask. You happily slip into the performance.

“Bad day too?” He starts, reversing out the driveway.

 

“Yeah, just the usual. You?”

“Something like that. But I’m here to make it better”.

You glance between his lips and his eyes, that were already turned to the road. He slips a hand onto your thigh like he usually does and turns onto the highway. Where was he going tonight? You wanted to ask but the words died in your throat as you start to drown in your thoughts. Your grief.

“You okay?” Caleb asks, worried. “You’re quiet.”

Don’t ask me that, you wanted to say. Don’t ask me that or I’ll spill everything and… I can’t do that to anyone. A further part of your mind thinks, that if you had to tell anyone, it would be Caleb. You knew he didn’t judge, that’s why you did this in the first place - you trusted one another. 

You put your hand over his own and nod, “I’m fine.”

Caleb watches your response and doesn’t reply. You knew he didn’t buy it, but you’re pleased he didn’t press for details. Instead, he winds down the windows and turns the music louder. The air blows in on your faces and you look to him beside you. There is something so carefree about how his dark hair flickers in the wind, a sparkle in his eyes.

There was nowhere better Caleb wanted to be right now.

A little after ten, the car turned into a dark car park off the highway, hidden. Caleb cuts the light in the car but doesn’t move.

“You wanna get in the back?” He asks quietly.

You feel your eyes widen. Why was he asking like he cared? Why was he looking at me like that?

“Yeah, let’s go.”

When you get in the back, Caleb just hold his hands out.

“What are you doing?” You instinctively draw back.

 

“You’re not okay,” he states, voice breaking.

“No Caleb I’m not okay,” your voice raises, and you try to continue but nothing else can come out. 

He just sits back, defeated, and you watch him carefully. He lets you touch his chest, drifting lower. He helps you undo his belt, fingers brushing over yours. His eyes never leave yours. Why was he not… he was more reserved tonight. He’s waiting for you to make the moves. You figure he just wants you to take the lead. 

You undo his belt and encourage him to take off his pants. Caleb tries to cup your face, but you just look up at him. As soon as you see his relaxed expression and a nod, you move closer. 

He runs a finger along your bottom lip and lets out a relaxed sigh as he brings your mouth up to him slowly.

You relax as he places a careful hand on the back of your head, gently running a hand through it, massaging your scalp. It only makes you like Caleb more.

He says your name, not in pleasure. And you stop immediately and look up at him. 

“Can you come sit on my lap?”

He helps you up and you straddle him, pants half way down his legs. You can feel him against your tights under your skirt and you feel him get more excited. Caleb wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. You rock forward, and his breath hitches into your ear. Cute. You hold onto his shoulders.

Suddenly, this all felt too much. The feeling of Caleb hugging you. This whole night had been really slow, it didn’t have that same thirst as the times before. 

He tugs your hips flush against his so you stop squirming. You can hear his breathing as he brings his hands up to your face and kisses your hair. It was only until he kept going, kissing your temple, that you realised something was different.

“Caleb…” you swallow. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t do anything if you’re in pain… I won’t,” he replies firmly.

You don’t know how to respond, but Caleb just draws back and looks into your eyes. You look away. We shouldn’t even be doing this, why was he watching me like that.

He calls your name again, and it’s softer. He gives you time, waits for you to turn before looking at you.

Caleb unflinchingly looks into your eyes, flecked with pain. You don’t have anything to say.

“Well aren't you gonna kiss me?” He asks quietly.

A smile forms in the corner of your mouth. “Would you like that?”

“Would it help the pain?” He says desperately.

You take a breath. “Yes.”

“It would help with mine too.” Caleb rests his forehead against yours.

“Are you sure?”

There was so many things you did with Caleb. So many crazy things, but a kiss had to be the thing that somehow felt like taking a big step. More like a leap off a cliff.

“I’m sure,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to the side of your face. “I’m so sure.” 

He watches you and leans back slightly. He watches you as your lips follow his and press a light kiss. You don’t need to draw back fully to see his reaction as he wraps you in his arms and kisses you back. Caleb’s kiss is strong and steady, just like his arms, and you can’t help but melt into him in a rush of emotion. 

You don’t know when it started, but you’re suddenly crying, and trying to focus on kissing him back. Caleb draws back, sinking lower into the backseat and takes you with him. His eyes look so soft, and when he kisses you again, it’s slow and reassuring.

 

When he draws back again you try to stop your tears by biting your lip. Caleb is still looking up at you from beneath, like you’re a god, completely unfazed by your tear streaked face.

He pulls you into his chest and you collapse completely into him.

“You can let it all out with me. I won’t judge, I promise.” He brings his hand up to your head, and strokes it, holding you against him.

You bite your lip and shut your eyes. Caleb shouldn’t be able to support me like this. Even though he was the only one to quiet the pain.

“I promise, I promise,” is all Caleb whispers over and over again.

“I’m sorry… you shouldn’t see me like this.” You say, trying to come to your senses.

“I know you only want to show me your good sides. But I don’t want you to act with me.” Caleb says. “Let’s just… stay like this and then I’ll drive you back home.”

You only relax into his arms and nod, bringing a hand up to his chest. You hold onto the fabric as he lets you cry everything out.

All Caleb can think about is how much pain you must be in, and he finds himself wanting to protect you. He wanted nothing more than to ask why you were in this much sadness.

Hours later, you find the strength the get up off Caleb and all your cells scream for him. You didn’t want to leave. 

He drove you home, his hand resting on the back of your headrest. He wanted to comfort you still.

He fixes your clothes once again, even though he fixed your shirt multiple times, smoothed your skirt out, since you got up from being entangled. You watch his eyes on you, as he seems to find more and more things to adjust. He was drawing this out. Why?

“If you need a shoulder to cry on…”

Your eyes rise to his, "I’m really sorry Caleb-"

"No. I’ll be here for you."

He wasn’t mad. He didn’t think you were silly.  

"I already make you feel good," he winks, trying to lighten the air. "The least I can do is help you feel better."

You nod, before leaving him and heading inside.

You keep thinking that he doesn’t owe that to you. That’s not what you call each other for when you’re insanely touch starved and horny at god knows what hour.

You weren’t wrong to want to see Caleb tonight. That’s all you can think as you slip into bed, not bothering to shower. You could still smell Caleb on your skin and you relax into the sheets. You don’t cry for the rest of the night, you let it all out with Caleb.

You just relax into his smell and you’re asleep in minutes. 

Caleb on the other hand, laid looking at his phone on his nightstand before rolling over. He held a pillow to his chest, pretending it was you.

There was so much he wanted to say to you, he just hoped that tonight had been comforting for you. As much as he usually gets you out of your thoughts, he hoped he hadn’t made it worse.

He’d ring you in the morning. He had to know if you were okay. But… he’d give it the night. Just to make sure that when he wakes up, what you did willingly wasn’t a dream. That kiss wasn’t a dream. 

But above all, to make sure you were okay.

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