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How to Use a Gravity Evol (N to Z)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for Caleb, Reader can be MC or not (leaning towards not), Reader has a hole and it is used, smut, pwp, explicit, yandere side has been cranked up a notch, special mention because why not?

A/n: So this started as a continuation / second half of the alphabet of how Caleb can use his evol but ✨️naughty✨️, until somewhere down the line it all went to… Woof🤣 But anyway, please enjoy!

Masterlist | A to M, N to Z (you’re here!)

🍎N - No?🍎

Oh, you thought you had a choice?

“Nngh… No… more… please…”

Coarse fingers dug into the floor behind him as he held himself up with one hand, while the other rested on one side of your hips, digging into the soft flesh, bound to develop bruises by tomorrow.

Balanced on your knees with your hands on his chest, you try to get up from his lap but an invisible force slammed you right back down onto his cock, its head hitting the deepest parts of your tight little hole.

You fell over, resting your head against his neck. “Ah, ngh!” Panting, you collected the strength to look up at him desperately.

“What?” He bit his bottom lip as he took pleasure at the delicious sight of you squirming and panting in his lap. “Hah… Didn't you say, ‘No. More’, Pipsqueak? Hah… Gotta be more… Hah… Clear… Hah… But if you're tired…”

You felt him make your body float until half of his cock left your pretty little hole, before forcing your body to slam right back down, up to the hilt.

🍎O - Overstimulation🍎

What do you mean you can't take it anymore?

“Aww… This is your fifth time, isn't it? … Hah… Overstimulated? … Hah… That's not fair… Hah… I only came once…”

He took his cock out from your warmth, laid you on your back and he folded one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing his other hand down on your other leg as he slid back in, hissing as he did so.

Inch by inch until he filled you back up.

“Shh~ Shh~ Hah…” He kissed you on the forehead. “Aren't you glad I… Hah… put it in gently this time? … Huh? …”

You shook your head, refusing to give in. Your throat was too sore to speak. You made a vain attempt to push against his chest.

“Mm…” He was displeased.

With a flick of his finger, your wrists were bound above you and the leg he was pressing down was also held in place before he let go to caress your cheek. 

He gazed at you gently and almost… innocently. You almost saw the remnants of the Caleb you once knew before his eyes dimmed with heat.

He gently littered kisses all over your face before capturing your lips in a fervor as he set a slow and deliberate motion with his hips.

🍎P, Q - Pleasure, Quiet🍎

All pleasure requires effort.

He planted his hand against his desk as he took you from behind, his and your essence dripping down your legs and onto the floor.

It became so routine for him to come home after work and take you wherever he pleased that there wasn't a single place you two haven't done it. So he decided, to keep things fresh, to bring you to his workplace. He even made sure clean to clean his desk just for you~

“Nngh!… Ah!...”

Isn't he such a thoughtful Colonel?

“Hah!… Mm!...”

Well, if you're not going to praise him for how much effort he put in to make you feel good, then it's better if you kept quiet. This is a professional space, after all.

Sure, he could keep the door locked with his evol, but what if the other members of the fleet needed his attention for some stupid plan to take over a planet or something? He'd have to respond, or else they'll come in and see you, and he may have to take his cock out of your warm, sensitive hole before letting you come. You don't want that, right?

He slapped a gloved hand over your mouth and leaned down to whisper into your ear, “Shh~ Be good for me, okay?”

🍎R - Relax🍎

Relationships are about giving and taking, right?

“Feel good, Pipsqueak?”

You kept your eyes closed as you laid on a massage chair, humming in response to Caleb's fingers running through your hair, massaging your scalp with some nice hair oil.

On your face was a moisturizing facial mask, on your lips was a moisturizing lip mask, and on your hands and feet were moisturizing gloves and socks too. There was an assortment of delicious and healthy home-cooked foods on the table nearby for him to hand-feed you with. Caleb also made sure to prepare your favorite essential oils and pleasant music for the most soothing atmosphere.

Whether or not it was reasonable to have rough or soft sex multiple times per day for seven days straight depended on your personal preferences.

However! Couples must ensure that their aftercare and between care are optimal to ensure the greatest pleasure and maintenance of their relationship. That much Caleb knew, and he took great pleasure to enact upon his dear lover.

Now, as much as you liked the way the coarse skin of his fingers rubbed your insides, you needed to figure out how you can get him to use lotion on the regular…

…..

Meh, you can figure that out later. Right now, it was time to relax~

🍎S - Stuff🍎

Just because he wanted to hide you away and lock you up in a place where no one can find you, doesn't mean he was a brute when you both decided to get acquainted with each others’ bodies.

First of all, you should know that all he ever wanted to do in life was take care of you and treat you like the cute royal thing you were. He'd never hurt you… unless that's what you wanted?

Secondly, he'd been saving himself up for you. Did you know that?

Yeah~

Was it hard for him back then whenever you bent over in front of him or licked up the melted drippings of your popsicle during summer time or whenever he'd find one of your underwear in his laundry pile? Oh, absolutely! Actually, you should praise him for not pouncing on you up until now, you know?

Thirdly, the moment you slipped your way into his life when he least expected it, he knew it was only a matter of time before he could slip his big, thick cock into that precious little hole between your legs. So he made sure to do his diligent research and apply it accordingly~

“Nghh…”

“You're doing so good for me, Pipsqueak…”

Drool escaped through the edges of your mouth, through gritted teeth as you reached down to grab onto the wrist of one of his hands, whose fingers were nestled deep into your hole, splitting and rubbing your inner walls and pressing against that special spot that made you see stars. Unfortunately, you didn't have enough strength to pull him out, nor the will anyway.

His free hand held one of your legs up while your other leg was being held down by his evol. Caleb knew it was easier for you to loosen up when you spread them like this.

See? He knows his stuff.

Now, knowing when you were loose enough for him to stuff you properly without hurting you is… still a work in progress. But he's learning!

🍎T - Trust🍎

Sure, he might've installed those cameras all over the house (for your safety, as he claimed), but it's not like he ever thought you'd bring home some other bastard and make a mess.

To be clear, you absolutely did not bring home someone. Even if you could— given your circumstances, it would be impossible anyway— you wouldn't want anyone but your Colonel in your bed, despite carrying some resentment over being locked up and having a fake funeral, all that good stuff.

Buuut… you might've… forgotten… that there were cameras installed in the master bedroom when you decided to pull out and play with some toys he bought to use on you during your love-making sessions

Read: Toys he bought to use on you during your love-making sessions. Emphasis on love-making sessions, which implies more than one person.

How you forgot about the cameras was anybody's clue (or did you really?), but it didn't change the fact that he had to watch you come over and over with those toys on his secret monitor.

By yourself.

Without him.

…..

Unforgivable.

You might as well have brought someone else over, you cheater!

“Please, please, please-”

“N- No no no, Pipsqueak. You c-can't come yet until I say so. Not u-until I tell you to. O- Okay?” he stuttered with angry watery eyes as he used his evol to move your body up and down his cock like a cocksleeve.

Damn teaser won't even touch you, or let you touch him with your hands bound behind you, just to make you suffer. Like he did.

Trust when he says he doesn't like it when you say you don't need him. Especially in bed. You have to need him. It's the law.

Or else he'll cry, and then you'll have a very sad puppy on your hands. One who's very hard to cheer up.

A sad, horny puppy, who'll edge you for hours… or maybe overstimulate you until you become a sad puppy too. 

Anyway, just let him take care of you from now on, okay? No more coming without him. Woof…

…..

Unless you ask him for permission. He doesn't like seeing you in pain, and he'll allow it if you beg cutely enough through those cameras.

🍎U- Universe🍎

Sometimes, he'd look up at the sky, at the stars and wonders where he'd be if he never met you…

…..

And then afterwards, he'd plant lots of kisses and marks on you, making sure to stuff you with lots and lots of his seed.

“I love you I love you I love you-”

Because— HAH!— There couldn't possibly be a universe where you weren't his and he wasn't yours. He did not suffer so much in this lifetime just to not have a happy ending with you, gosh darn it!

And he's not like that pitiful carrot-hating bastard who just ups and leaves for your safety because some stupid god didn't like him having a crush. Caleb would fight tooth and nail to be with you, even if that meant destroying himself!

(Disclaimer: This was exaggerated for comedic purposes. The true extent of Caleb's canonical perception of a certain carrot-hating doctor is currently unknown… )

(Disclaimer Disclaimer: But just know Caleb definitely loves you more than that bastard!)

(Disclaimer Disclaimer Disclaimer: What do you mean that's too many- Ow! OW! Okay, I'll stop it now!)

🍎V - Vow🍎

After all, you and him made a soul-binding vow to be together in life and in death once upon a time (might've had a “falling through space element”, ya know?), in exchange for losing your evols that time.

Oh, you don't remember? That's okay. He doesn't either, but he definitely knows it on a metaphysical level. There wasn't anything worth remembering before the current lifetime anyway.

So, go back to sleep now~ Shh~

…..

Unless you don't want to sleep? Alright, then. Let's have Caleb stuff you some more until you're satisfied, yeah~?

🍎W - Wedding🍎

Will you or will you not take Caleb as your lawfully wedded husband?

What? It was only a matter of time before he put a ring on it. Don't be so surprised.

…..

Oh, maybe you don't want to get married…? Don't want to have a nice wedding?

…..

Well, as long as you belong to him, he'll be fine.

But you will have to attend the honeymoon at least. He already spent money for the food and everything, you might as well take advantage of the trip.

Even if there's nothing different from doing it at home, at least you'll have the chance to get some fresh air and see the outside for a while. Under his supervision, of course.

Besides, he's been working so hard to take care of you. He needs the vacation anyway…

…..

And some sex therapy, with you as his therapist…

Lots of it… Woof…

🍎X - Xia🍎

You held your left hand up, examining how the light glinted off your ring.

(Y/n) Xia.

Whether you got married to Caleb or not was irrelevant. You were officially dead to the world, so you needed a new identity, a new name. A small part of the wedding gift he had planned for you, amongst other gifts.

And what better way to re-introduce you back to the world than for Caleb to introduce you as the Colonel's beloved spouse?

Spouse, because there was no fucking way he'd let anyone mistake you for his sibling or anything like that.

Please, you have the same last name now! He can't bear being friend-zoned or brother-zoned by you again.

Oh! By the way, did you know the ring on your finger was actually forged by him? 

Yeah~ With some forging classes, his gravity evol and a piece of your preferred metal, he compressed it and shaped it to what he assumed would be to your liking as a ring. Pretty creative use of his evol, wouldn't you say?

He actually had it ready for a while before he decided to go out by explosion…

He won't force you to wear it, but… well, you wouldn't want to tarnish the Colonel's reputation by looking like a cheating spouse, now would you?

…..

Or ya know, it would make him the happiest man to see you wear it.

He'll be a good boy for you if you do! Please? Pretty please with an apple slice on top? Woof?

🍎Y - Yearning🍎

Is… is this a question?

This man has yearned for you like the planets orbit the sun. You are his destiny and the gravity that keeps him grounded.

‘Nuff said.

…..

…..

Actually, spread those legs for him. He's thirsty and he absolutely needs to show you exactly how badly he yearns-

🍎Z - Zero🍎

That being said, please don't look at other people or go somewhere he can't see you. It's a zero tolerance policy in the Xia household.

Not that Caleb would do anything to harm you as punishment, but… he's your puppy and puppies need a lot of attention, okay? So you have to keep your eyes on him. Woof.

…..

Okay, calling a grown man a puppy multiple times might be tiring.

In that case, he is a wolf and he will absolutely crush everyone that stands in his way with his gravity evol!

Unless you calm him down with your tender love, of course.

…..

Your body helps too, but truly he just wants your love and attention.

And headpats. All of your headpats.

And kisses. Lots of your kisses.

Maybe some praises here and there?

Actually, please just give him your everything-

[deuxcherise]

Update: The hot fishie is now napping. /ᐠ-˕-マᶻ𝗓𐰁

Listen, I have mixed feelings about Rafayel (see my thoughts) but today he decided to wear one of the new outfits (I let them decide whatever they want cause I like variety).

And can I say, "MMMH!" (っ´ཀ`)っ

He is looking ✨️🔥fire🔥✨️ (Thank you, Infold! 💕).

And then I noticed-

Anyway, I don't know if this is why the fishie stans are stanning, but I completely understand. ദ്ദി(˵•̀ᴗ–˵ )✧

[deuxcherise]

Listen, I have mixed feelings about Rafayel (see my thoughts) but today he decided to wear one of the new outfits (I let them decide whatever they want cause I like variety).

And can I say, "MMMH!" (っ´ཀ`)っ

He is looking ✨️🔥fire🔥✨️ (Thank you, Infold! 💕).

And then I noticed-

Anyway, I don't know if this is why the fishie stans are stanning, but I completely understand. ദ്ദി(˵•̀ᴗ–˵ )✧

[deuxcherise]

How to Use a Gravity Evol (A to M)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for Caleb, Reader can be MC or not (leaning towards not), just a little suggestive at the end, yandere side has been cranked up a notch, special mention

A/n: So was this an excuse to do an alphabet with Caleb? …Maybe. Decided to bind it off at M, since the rest was heading towards explicit so… (I’m starting to think I might be worse than Xavier…) Anyway, this is mostly a follow-up on “How and When to Use Evols" but Caleb Special Edition. It’s all a mix of brainrot, fluff, and other stuff because why not? (Oh my goodness, this is going to be all Caleb, uwaaa~) But anyway, enjoy!

Masterlist | A to M (you're here!), N to Z

🍎A - Air Jail🍎

Once upon a time, when you were children, you used to tease him about his height. He, being the petty child that he was, decided he’d like to join in the fun too.

“Caleb! Let me down!”

“What was that? I can’t hear you from down here. I’m too short, ya know!”

“I already said I’m sorry!”

“Whaaat? Did you say ‘shorty’? Another five minutes in air jail~”

“Calebbb!”

🍎B - Black Hole🍎

Once upon a time, during middle school, you and Caleb decided to join a local eating competition in order to win some plushie. What you didn’t realize until you got there, was that it was full of apple pies.

You shakily stuffed some apple pie into your mouth before collapsing face first on the table. Caleb, on the other hand, licked his plate clean before sitting back in victory. The other participants around had either already passed out or left the competition.

“And the winner is Caleb!”

Obviously. Damn his black hole of a stomach when it comes to apples!

“You alright there?” he had the audacity to ask, his voice still chipper despite hounding down dozens upon dozens of apple pies. He even dared to pat your back, which nearly made you hurl.

“Ughhh…” That would be a no.

“Want me to carry you home?”

“Eughhh…” That would be a yes.

“You wanna hold onto the prize?”

You brought your hand up and let it flop down onto his stomach, before wrapping your fingers around his shirt in a deathgrip. Without words, he knew your action meant, “You already know I’m not leaving without that damn plushie, so why do you even ask?”

“Hehe. Got it.”

With a flick of his finger, the prized plushie flew from the presenter’s box straight towards him, before he redirected it to sit on your head.

Got to admit, he was getting pretty good at using his evol.

🍎C - Crush🍎

Once upon a time, during your highschool years, you had decided it was time to confess your feelings to the cutest person in school.

You ran through the hallway and jumped onto his back, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. “Caleb!”

He steadied himself, and held your legs to carry you in this piggyback. He turned and grinned brightly. “Yeah?”

With one hand, you kept an arm around his neck. With the other, you presented him with a paper airplane. “Help me deliver this.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

“Uh, duh? A love letter?” you explain matter-of-factly. “What else would it be?”

His eyes went wide in surprise as his heart skipped a beat. Ever since he was young, he knew he had feelings for you. What he didn’t know at the time was whether or not it was platonic or romantic. However, at this very moment, being presented with a love letter in the shape of an airplane by his one and only… he knew it was love for certain.

He licked his drying lips and hesitantly asked with a shaky smile, “Oh? And who’s it for?”

You blushed. “Oh, you know…” You leaned in whisper into his ear the name of your paper airplane’s intended target.

He froze. His eyes dimmed as the smile fell off his face.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Caleb?”

He almost, almost threw a glare at you, but restrained himself. He didn’t want to scare you after all. So instead, he made his face form a pitiful expression. “Oh, you didn’t know? She already has a boyfriend.”

“W-what? Really? Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure,” he shrugged and nodded. “I’m partnered up with him during chemistry, ya know? I’ve seen him texting hearts and everything to someone named ‘Sweetheart’. Pretty clear, ain't it?”

“Then…” you looked forlornly at your letter and pouted sadly. “Aww… I guess I don’t need this anymore…”

He wouldn’t ever admit it in front of you, but he took a sadistic glee from your crestfallen expression as he offered to get rid of your love letter, which of course you took up. The moment the paper airplane left your hand, he directed it to the nearest trashcan with his evol and crushed it to smithereens before he began racing through the hallway to cheer you up.

🍎D - Decrease🍎

After breaking his heart with your cute little love letter airplane, do you think he’d let anyone else stand a chance?

“What do you mean I didn’t need to use my finger to wipe off your crumbs? You see any napkins around here? I didn’t think so. Besides, you don't wanna go to class looking like Cookie Monster, right? I’m just taking care of you.”

“What do you mean I didn’t need to make you breakfast, lunch, and dinner? I thought we agreed that I’ll be in charge of feeding you and all you need to do is come home [to me]. Don’t tell me you’ve been eating someone else’s food? I thought you said I was the best cook?”

“Hey… Remember when you said you lost your lucky underwear? You know, the red one? Well, I found it in my laundry. Not that I mind keeping it for you, buuut-”

The answer to that was an absolute no. Seriously, why aren't you looking at him?

“C- Caleb!” you shriek, embarrassed beyond all reason. You grabbed his arm and dragged him away from your friends to have a talk with him. You wonder why he’s been such a gremlin lately.

What you didn’t know was that he was quite ecstatic to have all of your attention now. It’s been a long day and he’s been doing his very best to make sure to decrease any chances of anyone being interested in you.  Which included ripping apart any and all love letters, and making people trip on thin air in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shouted through gritted teeth.

“What am I doing? Am I doing something wrong?” he asked innocently.

He reminded you of a lost puppy. It was hard to stay mad at a lost puppy.

You shook your head. “Why do you keep coming up to me and treating me like a child in front of my friends? And saying those things. It’s embarrassing! Stop it.”

“Oh… Sorry…”

He wasn’t exactly even looking at you when he decided to place his hands on your shoulders.

“What are you looking at- Woah!”

When you didn’t budge, he begrudgingly used his evol to make it easier to move you into a different position. One where your back was against the wall and his hands were caging you in.

A kabedon, much to your horror when you realized that if anyone were to pass by- You gasped. “Caleb! Move!”

He used his evol to stay in place.

“O- Oh, I’m sorry!” a passerby squeaked.

The passerby rushed off, and not just any passerby. It was your latest crush too…

Caleb backed off the wall. “Sorry. I thought I saw a bee zoom by. Didn't want you to get stung. You okay?”

“Ahh…” you groaned into your hands.

You had no idea why your best friend Caleb was doing this to you. You’re sure he meant well, considering all of your crushes ended up as jerks or were already taken anyway (according to Caleb), but… what were all these coincidences?

Regardless, any questions about his intentions were immediately shot down by his playful demeanor, and you wouldn’t get your answer until much, much later. For now, you figured it must be a puberty thing.

🍎E, F, G - Ever, Freedom, Grief🍎

There wasn’t a choice when it came to joining the Farspace Fleet. With his skills as an ex-member of the Deepspace Aviation Administration and his powerful evol, it was either join Ever or watch them take and torture you until he agreed.

So he did what he had to do, to ensure your freedom.

“C- Caleb…”

It had been months since the explosion. There wasn't a single day that passed by when tears didn't run down your cheeks. You tried to live normally, going out with friends, joining classes in the community, working on hobbies— anything to keep yourself occupied.

But every time you sat down at a familiar cafe or you came home to an empty house or you found yourself unknowingly passing by the very site of the explosion, you'd be reminded of those carefree days back then and that bright smile of his. And then you'd cry and cry and cry, unable to contain your grief.

“Caleb… Why did it have to be you… ?”

🍎H - Hate🍎

“P- Please forgive me, I-”

Hate was a strong word, but it wasn't strong enough to describe the way Caleb hated all of the people around him. The way they mocked him, the way they held themselves like they were the greatest beings alive, how they didn't know anything about who really lorded over them.

But even more than any of these villains, he hated himself and how weak he was to the organization. He had one of the strongest evols, and yet there wasn't anything he could do as they modified him to their liking.

Regardless, if there was one thing he hated more than anything in the world, it would be to see you getting hurt. Therefore, no matter how much they poked and prodded him, as long as they didn't lay a single finger on you, he'll endure it to the end of his days.

Even if that means he'll never see you again.

“ARGH!!!”

With just the curl of his fingers, the pawn's skull was crushed to dust.

🍎I - Ideal🍎

In your ideal world, your Caleb would still be alive and maybe… just maybe… if you had realized your feelings sooner, you both would've lived out your remaining days together.

In his ideal world, there would only be you and Caleb in it. No one else.

In the midst of pain and loneliness, far away from home, a man can only dream of his love. To look at the stars and be reminded of your eyes. To see couples in Skyhaven and wish it could've been you and him instead.

Sometimes, just to pass the time as he played this monotonous role of his, he'd imagine you'd suddenly appear before him, open your arms, pull him in and-

“P- Please forgive me, I- ARGH!!!”

You stood within the line-up, disguised as one of the members of the fleet as part of your mission, keeping your head down. You had just watched a poor man's skull get crushed under some invisible force, like an empty soda can. It sent a shiver down your spine as your heart rate skyrocketed in fear.

Who is the Colonel? you wondered.

Who is that officer? he wondered as he stalked towards you with his hands clasped behind his back. 

You stared at his feet as he commanded, “Officer, state your name and your rank.”

The Colonel's voice sounded so familiar, it almost made you want to cry. However, the man you knew had died and you've already grieved long enough. You didn't become one of the top Hunters to be sent into this mission, just falter in front of false sentiment.

The moment you cleared your throat in preparation to lie, he immediately knew who you were. Before you could even spit a word out, he unclasped his hands to use his evol to grab your entire body and shut you up. You nearly gasped..

“It seems we have an infiltrator within our ranks. I will be taking them away for interrogation. The rest of you are dismissed.”

🍎J, K - Just Kidding🍎

You… swore to yourself that you'd never let Caleb know how hot and bothered you got after he pretended to threaten you with the crop during the interrogation. Or how scrumptious he looked in that suit. Who knows what'll happen to your friendship if he knew? Does he know how to use it?

“I can't believe you! How did you- Why did you-”

He pulled you into a tight hug. “It's… a lot. I'm sorry. I can't tell you everything right now, but…”

Tears fell down your cheeks as you hugged him. “I missed you… so much.”

“Me too…” He let go and held you by the arms as he put on a serious expression. “But what are you doing here?”

Trusting him, you explained your mission, hiding the most crucial ones away, of course.

He decided that the best way to help you would be to first take you to his home in Skyhaven, because what better way to protect his beloved than to store them in a place where he can watch over 24/7?

Did he prepare the cameras beforehand? Well, no. He dreamed of you for so long, but he never really expected you to actually be here. Now that you are here though…

The installation was quite quick.

“Hey, Caleb.”

“Yeah?”

“Why'd you install so many cameras? I can count… ten here? How detailed is your report on me supposed to be?”

There were actually more like twenty just in this room, but he wasn't going to tell you that.

“Enough to satisfy them. Don't worry, I'll make sure you complete your mission properly.”

Satisfy who, one may ask? Oh, just himself. Mandated by none other than himself. Not that you needed to know that. It's all for your safety, of course.

“Ah… You didn't install one in the bathroom, right?”

“Oh, I did.”

“WHAT!?”

He laughed. “I'm just kidding, Pipsqueak! You know I wouldn't do that to you…”

He would and he did, unbeknownst to you. But don't worry. It's for your safety, of course.

Like for example, you could happen to pass out in there for some reason, or he'd be able to find you in case you hid in there during a potential invasion. Not that he would let that happen in the first place, but who knows? Besides, it's not like he'll peek at you when you're using the shower or the toilet. He'll make sure to look away when you do, because he's a gentleman and he respects your privacy.

… Most of the time.

🍎L - Love🍎

Your mission was a success, and you were set to go home.

Unfortunately, you hadn't prepared for the multitude of external factors, such as meeting Caleb, agreeing to live in his home for a while, and now having to deal with the consequences.

“Caleb… I need to-”

He was on his knees on the floor as you sat on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist with his head buried against your tummy.

“Nooo. Stay.”

You patted the oversized puppy on the head. “Caleb, I can't stay here. You know that.”

Caleb snuggled into your tummy. “Whyyy? Is it because your boss said so? Ask her for more time off then. You just got here.”

“I know, I know. But it's been months already.”

“But I'm your boyfriend…”

After some thick tension that included a fridge and some apples, you both ended up finally confessing your blossoming feelings for each other.

“Yes, yes. Tell you what, I'll visit often! Or you can come back to my place?”

He uncovered his head and looked up at you with the most desperately sad puppy eyes he could muster. It was excruciatingly effective, but you held on by a single thread.

“But it's too far. You can stay here instead, can't you? Won't you miss me?”

You cupped his cheeks. “I'll miss you. You know I'll miss you.”

He stuck his bottom lip out. “Liar.”

You sighed. “You do realize if I don't go back, they'll think I'm dead.”

He softly faceplanted into your tummy again. “What's wrong with that?” he mumbled.

You scoffed. “Lots of things?”

“.....”

You patted his head. “Caleb?”

“Do you want a garden?” he murmured as he nuzzled you.

“Pff. A garden? What's with that question all of a sudden?”

“I'll plant you a garden full of all of the plants you like, here in Skyhaven. Anything but cilantro.”

You chuckled sadly. “I… appreciate the gesture, but a garden isn't going to-”

“If you want a bigger house, I'll build you a bigger house,” he cut you off, wrapping his arms tighter. “And if one house isn't enough, I'll build you a whole maze.”

“Caleb, what are you- Hey, you're squeezing me-”

“Whatever I need to do for you to stay, I'll do it. I'll even give you the whole world, if that's what you want,” he pleaded. “Just tell me.”

“Caleb, I don't- Caleb, you're scaring me.”

“Why do you want to leave me so badly?”

“What? It's not like I want to leave you but-”

“You don't want to, but you have to? So you won't listen to me, but you'll listen to everyone else?”

“Caleb, stop it. Whatever this is, I don't like it.”

“Unless… You've gotten used to living without me? Is that what it is? Is this why you want to leave so badly? Are you tired of me already?”

His sharp tone made you flinch, just as he looked up at you with cold purple eyes and a frown. You opened your mouth to retort, but there were too many words you wanted to say. His jaw tightened at your lack of response, accepting it as affirmation of one of his greatest fears. 

“I see.” He looked away.

“Hey-”

He looked at you again and tilted his head, his expression unchanged. “What kind of flowers do you like the most nowadays?”

It unnerved you how strained yet steady his voice was, not to mention how he was staring into your soul. “I… I said I don't need a garden.”

“It's not for your garden. It's for your funeral. What kind of flowers do you want for your funeral?”

“Funeral?” You grabbed at his arms. “Caleb, that's not a funny joke.”

“It's not a joke.” He released your waist as he placed a knee on the couch and leaned up to your face, your noses touching as his arms caged you in. “But don't worry. If you can't decide, I'll handle everything. I'll hold a funeral they can attend, so they'll think you're gone forever. Just leave it up to me.”

Seeing how serious he was, you pushed him away with all your might and scrambled towards the front door, only to feel the weight of the world on your entire being come down to freeze you in place.

Slow and purposeful footsteps creeped up behind you before he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your head. Only then, did he release his evol.

“Caleb…? Caleb, stop it…” you whimpered, grabbing at his arms.

“I can't,” he whispered, keeping a firm grip. “I won't. You think you can just… come and go as you please?”

“What happened to you?” You turned your head to face him, searching his eyes for answers. “Why are you being so weird? What did they do to you?”

His eyes glowered darkly. “... Oh, I get it. You think they put a chip into my brain, right? Sorry, but I was always like this.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, afraid of the stranger in front of you.

“Did you honestly think I'd always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?” he whispered.

There's a saying that states, “You can't fight love. Gravity is love. Love requires us to fall.”

And fall, you did.

Right into madness.

🍎M - Mine🍎

There are seemingly a lot of bad words that started with M.

Madness. Manipulation. Malice. Monopoly. Malevolence. 

Mine.

That last one wasn't generally a bad word, but it can certainly be influenced by the people who use and abuse it.

The moment he closed the door, he looked down at your neck. “Huh.”

You fearfully glanced at him. “Hm?”

He glared at whatever it was on your neck as he took off a glove and reached over to brush his fingers along your collarbone, hooking onto the object in question. He could tell from your confused expression that you had absolutely no idea.

It was a delicate lace-like necklace covered in snowflakes that glittered under the light. It was so thin, nearly translucent, and soft. No wonder you didn't notice. He'll forgive this offense just this once.

As much as he delighted in feeling your heartbeat race underneath his gentle touch, he pinched it between his index and thumb and obliterated it in an instant before backing off to start up the car and grip the wheel.

“... ?” You gave him a questioning look.

He responded, “I need to make sure to change your primary care physician before your next visit. Or better yet, I should just hire an in-house doctor instead. What do you think about that?”

You opened your mouth, but then decided to keep quiet. He wouldn't listen even if you said anything.

“Still with the silent treatment?”

“.....”

He sighed.

Once at home, the moment the door was shut, he was all over you, stealing your lips with every breath, hands grasping everywhere they made contact, not letting you slip away for just a moment.

By the time your back hit the mattress, your lips were bruised and marks littered all over your collarbone.

“You're mine.” Kiss. “All mine.” Smooch. “Mine.”

The next day, he gave what he considered a better necklace than the one that carrot-hating bastard gave you. You weren't allowed to refuse.

He flicked the air from the kitchen, his evol activated.

Ting-a-ling!

He couldn't help but grin when he heard the sound from the bell on your collar.

[deuxcherise]

Note: Suggestive content, please be advised

You guys... I finally mustered up the courage to watch through all of the memories I saved up, especially all of the Spring and Flowers one, starting with Xavier cause I like doing things in order, and then I come across this...

.....

.....

.....

SO UH...

Where do I-

Why-

And I thought I dirty-minded, but this-

Infold!? Did you do this on purpose!?

.....

*throws my card at them*

*snatches up my bunny plush*

*leaves*

[deuxcherise]

Note: This is a Pilot Frog ramble. It came out longer than I thought it would. It's very disorganized.

You know what I think is funny about this plushie other than the notion that it could be an indicator for the new 6th LI?

So it's a frog and it has naruto swirls, so it reminds me of Naruto obviously. And Naruto had a fox demon that terrorized Konohagakure because (honestly it has been a while since I've watched). So- high chance this is a villain.

In addition to that, it has wings. Which does remind me of Caleb (yes. Any chance to mention my husband), but obviously he has his own set of plushies already so it's not for him. HOWEVER, since Caleb works in the fleet, which is obviously in the air- air element, etc etc. So I am assuming this person has to work near Caleb in some sort of capacity.

This is reminding me of the bedded man near the end of Caleb's main story content (Chapter 10: Crossroads) where he remains faceless but needs Ever. Just like the Pilot Frog, he must have some sort of prosthetic or an installation or a kind of surgery in order to move again and travel worlds. Potentially.

Anyway, again high chance this potential 6th LI has will be a villain of some sort. Since we have the light-dark dynamic going on that I've seen others list.

Xavier (light) vs Sylus (dark)

Zayne (light) vs Caleb (dark)

Rafayel (light) vs ??? (dark)

Xavier has lived for a long time, searching for MC through different time periods and potentially universes until his ship crashed and he meets MC again. Sylus, based on recent content, has been searching for us for a long time until he finally meets MC again.

Zayne, a childhood friend, has been plagued with memories of accidentally hurting MC and also occasionally suffers from being "taken over" by Dawnbreaker (it seems to happen spontaneously but I need more research about triggers). Caleb, also childhood friend (or stepbro, if that's your drift) has been plagued with memories of watching MC tortured and die over and over again, and also suffers from being "taken over" by the chip if he gets too emotional.

Rafayel made a promise to MC that lasted over generations, bounding his heart to her soul, and he is one of the last Lemurians (not sure, need more research). He is able to paint with the blood of his fallen brethren and cause hallucinations to those who purchase them. He is also a god.

Side note, I think it would be funny if Rafayel's parallell was based on Leonardo DaVinci or Michaelangelo. Because DaVinci was known for his innovations and his coding, also his explorations of human anatomy (Ever??) and psychology (definitely Ever-coded).

I'm leaning towards Michelangelo, since he was known for idealized and powerful figures such as David, and also for painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. And the Sistine Chapel has many angelic features, depicted with wings. And also one of most famous works, the Creation of Adam, depicts God reaching out towards Adam. Ever wants to find out how to become immortal. And (this is an intepretation) to control death is to disrespect life, life that was given by God. Therefore to defy death would be to defy God's will. Or something like that.

Anyway, if Rafeyal comes from the Deep, then 6th LI must come from the high skies, if we're going with opposites.

Good lord, those writers have a lot on their plate. Imagine writing sixth different men...

If 6th LI was a woman though? Kyaaaaaa~

Probably not, but considering Xavier is soft and Sylus is hard, Zayne is serious while Caleb is lighthearted, Rafayel is baby and 6th LI is... daddy?

PFF. Imagine trying to one-up on the holy trio (snowman, crow, and apple) on domestic. Hahahaha... But what if?

It'd be kind of cute to have another baby on our hands. (Yes, I'm reaching for that sick man. I don't know who he is, but if he ends up being our 6th LI, I am going to spoil him- *ahem* After spoiling Caleb first, of course.)

Or, ya know, this could just be a cute plushie. Who knows? It's a theory, a game theory! Muhahaha- *chokes*

[deuxcherise]

When and How To Use Evols (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for all of them (especially Sylus), All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader had different personalities (?) with each LI, very suggestive (b-because Xavier... and others), implied yandere content (because Caleb... and maybe another) A/n: So… please y'all already know I- Look. They are very well-written 3D personality 2D men, okay? By the way, it’s my first Tumblr anniversary! Yay! Anyway, please enjoy this short “guide” on how to use their evols. Eheh~ :D — Just thoughts on the Love Interests’ evols. I could be wrong about their properties. Need more research. Read at your discretion. Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

One would think having an evol that just illuminates in the dark would be quite useless.

… Well…

If not for Resonance, its only use seems to be limited to only serving as a distraction, a flicker across a Wanderer’s eye as a materialized sword slices through its neck, or its ability to steal the light source away from one’s surroundings. Perhaps, one may argue it does lend to its known user, Xavier’s ability to be able to quickly teleport from point A to point B. The known uses past these details are currently unknown.

There is one unique thing that Xavier does choose to use it for, and it usually involves drawing adorable images with casted lines of light.

“Stay still.”

You bite your bottom lip as you watch him caress across your exposed thighs. Soft fingers trace from your knee to your lap, snaking left and right before dragging towards the inner parts of your thighs and then sliding downwards to start at your knees before repeating that motion. Lines of sparking platinum and gold are left behind in swirls and messy waves, like a very familiar mess after a heated session.

Honestly, if anyone asked what happened, Xavier would claim it was your fault how you got into this position. 

After watching him cast his light in the claw machine in the nearby arcade for the nth time, you might’ve… accidentally hurt his feelings when you decided you needed to speak up about how… unnecessary, for the lack of better word, his evol was when it came to this endeavor. In your defense, you figured it was to his benefit for him to save his energy to fight Wanderers instead of using it for a gacha system rigged to eat up your coins.

“Xaviierrr,” you whine.

You want nothing more than to grab his hand and put it to better use, but unfortunately, your wrists have been bound to the bed frame by none other than that very unnecessary evol of his. You hadn’t realized his light was tangible until now. To be fair, you’d only seen it in battle and during firework events. How would you know he could create things like this?

His blue eyes flicker towards you momentarily before refocusing on his “work”. A heavy pout still remains upon his lips. “Hmph.”

Was it already mentioned that while you were taking home an already pouty plushie-less Xavier, you had decided to drop by a bakery to buy some bread on your way home. And of course, there was that strangely confident guy Charlie who ended up being there. 

Of course, your pouty bunny didn’t like that. So he took you home. Right after. In record time, actually. Your freshly baked bread was now lying on the table, growing staler by the minute.

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☃️Zayne☃️

Tiny snowmen. Tiny seals. Tiny cats.

Was there anything the genius surgeon couldn’t make, at your request?

Of course, to reach the level of detail he puts into every single one of his little creations requires a gentle touch and focused precision. For a man whose scarred hands can so skillfully cut and stitch up wounds for what is arguably the most vital organ in the body, one must be awed by how composed he is whenever these high tension operations end up in failure. Not only that, but consider how gracefully he reacts when yelled at by angry, grieving relatives. How does he do it? His restraint is admirable.

You beam up at him, tilting your chin up to showcase the delicate line of lace-like snow around your neck. “Wow! Since your snow never melts, this could totally be an heirloom, ya know?” you tease, tenderly caresses it. It had a slight chill, being made of ice and snow after all, but not enough to cause frostbite if you wore it for extended periods of time. As expected of your kind and considerate doctor.

He smiles that mysterious smile of his, one where his eyes are as warm as a small ray of light on a small patch of green grass in the middle of a snowy landscape. “Even if you pass it down, I hardly think anyone with good taste would want to wear it.”

You gasp before pouting and slapping him on the arm. “Zayne!”

He chuckles.

After giving it a moment, you grin sleazily. “On second thought, you’re right. This only looks good on me anyway. A necklace made just for me. Why thank you, Zayne~”

“You’re very welcome. Also, I constructed it so it won’t fall off so easily.”

“Is that so? As expected of the great genius surgeon of Akso Hospital.”

You both continue strolling about the park area in comfortable silence until it is time for him to return to work. Your eyes glance over to him as you think about your future. Despite your amicable relationship with the man, you’ve yet to actually confess your feelings. You wonder how he feels about you, given that he always meets your requests without a single complaint. Giving you such a pretty necklace like this… You didn’t want to ruin a relationship as good as this just because you wanted to hold his hand for once.

You sigh forlornly.

“Is there something wrong?”

Ah. There’s that loveable concern of his.

To keep yourself from accidentally confessing, you bring your hands up to the back of your necklace. “I can't help but think about when I’d ever wear such a pretty necklace like this again. I’m heading out on a mission tomorrow and I would hate to… to… Huh?”

You feel all around the necklace, trying to find that familiar sensation of a clasp or a fastener, only to find more snowflakes. You look towards Zayne. “Hey Zayne, how do you take this off?”

He smiles, though his yellow eyes are not as warm as earlier. “I thought you were worried about it falling off…”

Restraint, huh…

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🐡Rafayel🐡

“Hey Rafayel!”

“Hm?”

“Why the heck do you have a fire evol when you come from the ocean?”

It boggles the mind really. Does it make any sense why a fish man should have the ability to manipulate flames? Flames? Fire? With water? That goes against anything logical in this world.

Time travel? Technological issue. Wanderers? Biological issue. A fish man wielding flames? Inconceivable.

And yet, this man exists. Sitting there on the ground, all bent over a canvas on his lap with splatters of paint around him like an altar.

Rayafel sends a glare towards you. “I’ll answer that question once you explain why you brought that thing in.”

The thing he is referring, currently purring in your arms, is none other than Mr. Scrumbles. He is a Devon Rex cat, and he is adorable.

“And why is it so… scrawny? And curly-haired?”

I could say the same about you, you think. “I promised a friend to watch over him today. I can’t exactly leave him at home by himself, can I?”

He gives you an incredulous look. “Why did you say yes? You’re supposed to be my bodyguard!”

“Well, I didn’t realize I’d be accompanying you today until you called me.”

He pouted and went back to sketching. “Shouldn’t you always be ready to guard me? Do you need a pay raise? You’re so greedy.”

You roll your eyes as you continue to poke at Mr. Scrumbles’ jelly beans. “Yes, yes…”

…..

…..

You look towards him. “So why do you have a fire evol?” you ask again.

“Why shouldn’t I have a fire evol?” he answers, without looking up from his canvas.

“Uh, because you come from the ocean?”

He holds a pencil up and closes an eye before marking some areas. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“Really?” You shake your head. “Imagine trying to light up a fire underwater. It’ll be completely useless.”

He glances towards you as he sketches more lines. “A regular fire, sure. But mine? It burns brighter and hotter than any wave can bear. It will never go out, not as long as I will it.”

“Is that so? Huh.” You scoff, turning away from him as a sly thought crosses your mind. “The eternal flame, huh? Then the next time I take a vacation, I should just kidnap you and keep you as my fireplace keeper.”

“Icouldbeyourheaterinstead,” he mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Would you stop moving so much? And stop looking at me. It’s ruining my concentration.”

He throws a glare at you, making you huff in irritation as you look away. “Fine!”

“Meow!”

Unbeknownst to you, on his canvas was the faint sketch of a certain bodyguard and what could only be described as a body of a cat in their arms.

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

Let’s be honest. What hasn’t Sylus used his very versatile evol for?

Binding people? Check. Ripping apart enemies? Check. Moving from point A to point B? Check. Keeping you stu- occupied? Check.

Actually… about that…

“Is it just me or do you want something, kitten?”

Sitting on one of his leather couches in his mansion, you and Sylus are yet again at opposite ends for some reason. Luke and Kieran have yet to figure out why the two of you are constantly like this.

You won’t admit it. You vehemently refuse to admit it. Admitting it would be letting go of your pride, and that is the one thing you refuse to give up. Especially to that damn tease of a man.

You turn your head away. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He hums, clearly amused as he checks his fingernails. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. You know that.”

“I know.”

You know it, gosh darn it! And that is why this man frustrates you beyond all reason. Not even losing a hundred dollars to that stupid claw machine without a single prize could amount to the hatred you have for playing into this man’s games.

“And I’d give you everything. Only need just a single word.”

“Hmph.”

You cross your legs, matching your crossed arms, as you ignore the heat that is currently brewing in your body. Not that you would admit it, but his deep voice was a ridiculously hot factor of his. Which he absolutely knows how to use.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so persistent?” you shoot back.

“If you don’t like it, just say so.”

“.....” You press your lips together.

Somehow, even without looking, you know he’s smirking. “I thought so.”

You shrug, showcasing your nonchalance. “Well, you seem to want something. Why don’t you tell me, huh?”

“And what fun would that be?”

You scoff. “Typical.”

“We could do this all day… or…” He moves from leaning back on the couch to laying his head down on your lap.

You glare down at him as he smirks back up to you.

He shifts his head. “Aren’t you going to tell me to get off?”

You turn your chin up. “Why should I?”

“Stubborn kitty.”

“Stupid dragon.”

“Hm.” He closes his eyes, a closed-lipped smile on his face.

“Hmph.”

“.....”

“.....”

You tilt your head down and pout. “I’m bored.”

He opens one eye. “And?”

“Entertain me.”

“Oh? How?”

You shift your legs slightly. Not enough to knock his head off, but enough to send a message. “Use your evol,” you command.

Sylus shifts his body so that he’s sitting up, so he can lean down and nuzzle his nose against yours. His eyes are soft, despite their vibrant redness. “As you wish, kitten.”

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🍎Caleb🍎

Life always felt lighter when he was around…

“Caleb! Let me down!”

“Haha. Not until you admit that I won.”

“Never!”

“Alright~ Another five minutes in air jail~”

“Calebbb!”

Sometimes, when you close your eyes, you’d think back to those laughter-filled carefree days where all you had to worry about was making sure you did your homework and passed your exams. Having someone to spend those days with certainly helped slow down the impending doom of endless adulthood.

“You’re being quiet. Whatcha thinking about?”

Your eyes pop open, gasping as your whole body shifts backward suddenly. Gloved fingers grip onto the flesh of your hips. Your own fingers grip onto the sheets in front of you, your knuckles turning white with every forced movement.

He leans down, overlaying your upper half with his own. He nuzzles the back of your head before giving you tender kisses. As if that makes up for what he’s doing with your lower half. You squeezing around him from the tender gesture doesn’t help either.

“Mm…” Ceasing his movement, he kisses the back of your neck and between your shoulder blades. “Hey… Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You only whine as you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

He sighs, as you feel a pressure weighing down your body. His evol. “Why do you keep trying to leave me? Why?” His voice is desperate and longing.

You wish you could scream out at him. Demand why he’s doing what he’s doing. Ask him why he kept the fact he was alive from you for so long. Maybe land a punch or two, like you used to. But with his liberal use of his gravity evol over you, you’ve grown used to this… helplessness. Only in instances like now do you still dare to try even the slightest movement, only to yet again be crushed under the weight of his gravity.

“On second thought, don’t answer that.” He begins moving again.

The law of gravity states that “what comes up, must come down.” In Caleb’s case, he soared so high in the sky to the point of nearly dying. Now, all he wants now is to make sure he doesn’t leave the ground anymore. Not when there’s you to protect.

Even if that means clipping your wings.

[deuxcherise]

If the LADS Were Yandere… (Or Basically My Thoughts So Far)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (by yours truly), just ranting, curse words, character appreciation, character bullying, yandere content A/n: So I admit I have a tendency to turn almost everything I write into yandere content, even if it's just borderline unhealthy behavior. It's fun. And I'm obsessed with Love and Deepspace right now. So yeah, here is my ranting. It’s kind of a brainrot, so… yeah? — Was going to post this like a month ago, but here we are with updated content. Hehe~ Masterlist

Context:

So I started in around the 1st of March of this year (which means I missed TOMORROW’S CATCH-22 and CALEB’S FIRST BANNER- WHYYY!? 😭😭😭) and its been… two months since then? I am still knee deep in the rabbit hole, which is strange considering my track record with games like these.

I just wanted to share my thoughts as of currently.

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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💫Xavier💫

First Impression:

Quiet

Boring

Typical pretty boy

Sleepy boy

Mysterious

Lemme just say, when I first met him in the game, I was like “Eh.” I mean he’s a pretty guy who’s innocent (is what I thought) and probably doesn’t know how to romance. He’s definitely has personality matching his alien mascot. I will say that his seeming clumsiness where he has trouble pulling away from the crowd until MC helps him out is cute. He’s like a cute and helpless bunny. White hair, blue eyed whittle bunny~

Current Impression:

Innocent!? INNOCENT!? LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE ELSE, LEMME TELL YOU-

So I was completely spoiled by the Midnight Whispers card pretty early on as a result of looking at Love and Deepspace and my impression of him changed. Yes, the one where he refuses to allow MC to like Lumiere (even though everyone knows who he is, and Mister Pouty Bunny is being a dumb bunny). I found this jealously very adorable (I am a fan of yanderes, and that includes jealousy— dark romance, anyone?)

And then I happened to see the Floof Attack card.

I…

Again, I saw this pretty early on, and by early, I mean I hadn’t even been up to Rafayel’s island trip part of the main story at the time when I was browsing through Love and Deepspace content.

Anyway, at that point, I finally understood the references. I stand corrected. He is still adorable, but by no means not innocent. I… I like handsome bunnies who know how to seduce, what can I tell you?

Type of Yandere:

If I had to label him as a type of yandere, it would be manipulative yandere. Like he’s a yandere kind of knows his behavior is not good, but who's going to stop him? He's too cute to stay angry at and he knows it while doing his stupid bunny pout. How dare you!? 👈( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

Yes, I did pull Midnight Whispers when the rerun came around, because of that pout. And yes, the moment I saw Xaiver punching the bunny cushion, I decided after already spending 100 dollars to get the cards I actually wanted that I needed Inflorescence Imprints. Because of that pout. Damn it. I have a thing for bunnies, unfortunately.

Also, I ended up getting exposed to character analysis (I love, love, love character and lore analyses) of him and found out that he has yandere traits as well.

Now, whether or not he is canonically yandere (I think he is), we cannot ignore his moments. First of all, protectiveness? I believe he takes down people who are after MC canonically. To be fair, they do deserve it since they intended to harm MC, but-

Charlie.

The breadsticks man. I’ll have to more research about that whole ordeal but from what I gather, Xavier has beef with that guy for supposedly hitting on MC. With breadsticks.

Sidenote: I love bread. And I like men. However, if a man ever comes between me and bread, I SWEAR-

I digress. Anyway, we stan protective kings here. And not only does he protect MC, he basically stalks her through time and space to do so. Listen, we can agree to disagree on anything mention, but he looks for her reincarnation.

Is this why shooting stars appear and disappear? Is that Xavier looking for MC?

Personal Ranking:

However, he is in fifth or fourth place in my personal listings, only because the others ranked higher for me.

Also gameplay-wise, I have so many cards for him but he is my least played character out of everyone. I think it’s strange how he has as high of affection as the other love interests does. Like the only time I see him in battle would be when the main story calls for it.

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☃️Zayne☃️

First Impression:

Quiet

Doctor

Glasses

Perfect man

Did I mention, my type?

Boring

Cold

Weakest cards?

*Deeply inhales* Okay, so listen… he is a dark-haired smart man with glasses. Who makes a lot of money. And he likes cats. MY MIND IS TELLING ME YEEEEEESSSSSS~ MY MAAAAAAAAN- OMLLOOORD

And then I met Caleb.

So, I found Zayne kind of cold. Like I kind of wished he was more emotive and less social distancing. I thought he was boring amongst the original three love interests, especially compared to Xavier and Rafayel. Like Xavier has a bunny mindset (iykyk) and Rafayel has bratty side, but Zayne? He’s kind of… a block of ice? I’ve been in relationships with emotionally unavailable people, and somehow his initial traits was reminding me of that.

Also he plays a mage, and if anyone looks at my track record when it comes to MMORPGs or just RPGs in general, I’m not the best with mages.

Current Impression:

*Deeply inhales* If there was such a thing as a PERFECT man, it would be him. OML-

I… I was wrong. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being perfect, and he is perfection. If he was real, I would love him with all of my heart. You have no idea-

So anyway, it took the Everlasting Wish card to change my mind. He is very thoughtful. I don’t know how to describe the sincerity this man brings to every date and every moment he is with MC. He is the most realistic man out of everyone in the game, and I love him for that. I will say, even before Caleb, I definitely had my heart set out for him even if he was cold at first. He’s so domestic, I can’t-

Sweets. He has a weakness for sweets. He’s sho cute! Also he likes cats. What’s not to like about him?

Gameplay-wise, I have better cards now, so he’s doing pretty well as mage. I still can’t play as a mage though. I prefer the guns over everything.

But I do love a handsome man who looks good in glasses, lemme tell you-

Type of Yandere:

Look, I don’t think he’s canonically yandere… but at the same time, there are arguments I’d like to make. First of all, he became a doctor for her. Now, whether it was his own intentions in the first place or not, he became a cardiac surgeon of all things. And not only that but he also became MC’s assigned physician.

I… question if there’s a conflict for that. Since he’s technically not considered family (I’m looking at you, Caleb), they are technically unrelated in the eyes of the health system. However, it is generally advisable for physicians to avoid treating friends or family members, due to ethical and practical considerations. I don’t know that side of the healthcare field, so I cannot say whether or not it is allowed and/or if it is enforced at all in the LADS universe.

But anyway, I dunno know. Become your love interest’s physician is definitely up there in yandere traits. Like he could definitely prescribe her certain pills is that how Caleb got his?  and drug her, but he doesn’t.

Because he’s perfect.

I mean I think it’s cute that he became her physician, because what better way to keep an eye on the girl you love than to literally watch over her and have access to all of her vitals. Do you think he asks her if she is pregnant or if she’s participating in sexual activity. I don’t think he does but… like if he did, he wouldn’t because he’d know she couldn’t be, not without him at least hahaha.

He even sabotaged his own research to protect her. If he can do that, what else has he done? Oh right, he appears in other’s content. Like Caleb’s main story content. I was so surprised seeing him there. Like… what’s he doing there? And also, come to think of it, he also appeared in the train event too!? And bought coffee for MC before they even said hello?

So I would consider him a restrained yandere, because… have… have we not seen that one card? You know? The one card where it proves a man who yearns is a man who earns? 😋 Even his other selves want MC, but don’t touch her.

He definitely holds himself back, but when he’s unleashed? I’d bet on it.

On a side note, if Caleb and Zayne were to team up as yanderes, wouldn't they be unstoppable!? One is a colonel who has access to an army and the other is a doctor who has access to all kinds of chemicals. Oh my gawd- PEAK.

Personal Ranking:

However, he isn’t Caleb, so I would either put him as second or third place, depending on my feelings. Also, he’s a doctor and doctors don’t have a lot of time for romance, so it’s kind of- (I do kind of have trauma with dating within the healthcare field, so there’s that)

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🐡Rafayel🐡

First Impression:

The amount of hatred I have for this man

How dare you steal my fish!?

You can’t just swoop in and then just leave like that!

HOW DARES!?

WHY ARE YOU MY STRONGEST CARDS!?

So pretty early on when I first started in the game, it was during his birthday, so I ended up getting his cards when I was testing out the gacha system.

But anyway, when I first met him in the main story, I… Somehow, I’ve never met a love interest in an otome game who just literally appears and then leaves without letting MC finish. That has never happened before in my years of playing all kinds of otome games. Like I’ve met delinquent love interests, and the obviously rude ones and the cold ones, so it’s to be expected.

But Rafayel?

Oh no. Pretty boy just waltzes in, does a cool thing with the goldfish, and then MC, being the nice lady she is, gives him the fish, only for him to just… walk away? Not even a thank you!?

Am I supposed to let that go?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? HELL NO! WHAT IS THIS DISRESPECT!? COME BACK HERE, YOU DAMN BRAT!

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And not only that- NOT ONLY THAT, but of all of cards I could play during the battle sequences, his cards were the strongest cards I had at the time for a long time. Which further pissed me off because why the heck would I want to see his face. WHY!? WHY?

OH, PRETTY BOY’S AN ARTIST. AND HE’S RICH!? AND IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE “RAPHAEL”. WHO NAMED HIM!? WHAT KIND OF BROKEN-

Current Impression:

So… I knew he was a brat. And being a fellow brat, I realized that we were kindred brats, which explains why I… dislike him.

But what I didn’t realize, was how much I wanted to impregnate him.

…..

I… *ahem* Uh… I still hate him. Just not as much in the beginning.

Um… *looks at notes* He’s cute, I’ll give him that. He’s secretly an assassin. And he uses the blood of his people to cause people who buys his paintings to hallucinate. So he’s got an interesting backstory. And he’s head over heels for MC for the longest time because he gave his heart to her many, many years ago.

…..

I’m going to blame his birthday event for basically forcing to at least like him a little bit. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. It was exposure therapy.

I mean, I’m not someone who hates people for no reason and I don’t hate people for long  (I have continued hating people even after getting over the initial reasons logically though), so it was bound to happen hahaha

Haha…

Ha…

No, I did not fall for him because of his adorable pout. Shut up.

He needs to be bullied, and I will have the pleasure of bullying him.

I stand by this statement. Everyone, stand back. I can handle this case. I need to knock him down a peg and by that, I mean I need to stuff him and make him cry. Out of pleasure.

…..

Shut up.

Type of Yandere:

So if Xavier is a manipulative yandere, what would I consider Rafayel? A cute yandere.

Yes, I admit he’s cute. And no, that doesn’t mean anything. A cutie’s a cutie. Can’t really argue with that. His lips are so cute and kissable and I want to bruise those soft cushions up.

Now canonically, technically he is bound to MC through a promise made years and years ago so he doesn’t have as much free will as the other love interests do (I’mma get to Sylus, be patient). Therefore, he can’t really be considered as obsessive as the others can be.

However, he does lie to MC so easily it’s like he’s just drinking water. He's… in my opinion, most likely the kind of yandere out of the five who would definitely kill his love to make sure they are his and his alone.

We cannot forget that the God of Tides is out to end my life- I mean MC’s life (Epic, anyone?)

I still need to do research on that actually. Out of everyone’s lore, I think I know his the least. He has so many timelines, I can’t keep up. In one, he’s a god. In another, he’s a thief. And in another, he is a pet and what I wouldn’t give to have that merman submit to me, I seriously wanna make him cry. I can’t explain why.

I think I would be arrested for how much I hate this man.

Personal Ranking:

He’s in fourth or fifth place, tying with Xavier because I rank the other ones higher.

Sometimes, and ONLY SOMETIMES, he gets third place. ONLY SOMETIMES!!!

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

First Impression:

Oh great, here’s Mr. Mafia

Yes, I know I like writing about the Mafia

Pls, we’ve seen a dozen mafia guys

I eat manhuas like no one’s business, so I know

I drink fanfiction like there’s no tomorrow, so I know

I was a Wattpad writer once upon a time, ya know?

White hair, red eyes- BITCH PLEASE, stereotypical hot bad guy, much?

Of course, he has the sexy deep voice *rolls eyes*

The last person I’m interested in

Did I listen to more than one audio from my favorite asmr artist about scenarios withs Sylus? Yes, but only because it was from my favorite asmr artist who has a sexy voice, damn it.

I did not have to admit that, but now you know

So after I realized that Caleb was in the fourth chapter, I literally skipped over Sylus’s main story content to do so. I mean, I’ve done that before with actual books. I have indeed skipped over volumes due to availability before and I don’t really mind spoilers (if it is of my own accord) so I figured I’d come back to Sylus after finishing Caleb’s content. Meh.

Current Impression:

We… WE STAN A DOMESTIC KING OF CONSENT!? WHO IS THIS NEW GENRE OF MAFIA MAN!? WHEN THEY SAY DADDY, THEY DEFINITELY MEAN HIM!? HUH!? WAHT!?

He… When I say I’d get on my knees for this man, I’d do it for free? And the fact that I enjoy very much is that he would be ecstatic to get on his knees for the love of his life.

I… There are no words. He is not your typical- WHO WROTE THIS MAN!? GET THE WRITERS A PAY RAISE!!! I SWEAR TO THE LORD!

And he’s a dragon. I like dragons. I like dragons who are generous. And I like money.

I want his heart on a platter, because he’s just so beautiful? But like both metaphorically and literally. I can’t explain how I feel for this man? I much confusion?

When I realized who he was and how he interacted with MC through the main story and the cards, can I just say he went from bottom of the pit all the way to second place? Like Zayne was my solid second place for a while, and then Sylus, just knocked his up with his bare fists? I’m sorry, Zayne, but like you gotta fight for your place.

So can I just say I currently enjoying the Death and Rebirth era right now?

Like… did this man just lead a car chase, climbed onto the enemy’s rooftop and shoot him, and then return with a milk tea in his hand. And a straw?

MMMMMMMMMMM-

He’s the dream.

But also, where do I find this man in real life? I will have to say, this kind of man is so fictional it hurts. Does this man even exist? Could this man even exist?

He’s like everyone’s comfort character became a person. He’s the Flynn Rider of Love and Deepspace, you know what I mean? The only flaw he would have is that he isn’t cute in the way Xavier and Rafayel are, but how can we deny his Goodcat Card? Is he not adorable? Actually, no. His personality in general is adorable. He’s masculine but also so gentle. Like a giant cat. I would let him wreck my insides even with the spikes and all. IYKYK

Speaking of which, he calls MC “kitten”.

I love cats. I adore cats. Cats are everything to me. I have albums dedicated to all of my stray cats (because I don’t have space to keep cats inside). I have a shelf dedicated to cat plushies.

Listen, I could rant about cats at some point, but the current point I want to make is that he loves cats and I love him. That’s all there is to know. PERIOD.

Type of Yandere:

Um… guys?

Uh… So I think we can all agree that he does stalk her through Mephisto and potentially other means which I am not certain and will have to do more research, but uh… I don’t think he could be a yandere canonically and non-canonically.

Like, hear me out: It wouldn’t be him if we had to twist him into a yandere, you know what I’m saying?

I mean, yes, Sylus was marketed to be a big bad, stereotypical scary mafia boss man who ended up being a giant dragon cat like being that I would be happy to cuddle with all day. And yeah, he definitely presented himself as such when meeting with MC. And ;et's not forget how he constantly splurges just show off, like renting a whole boutique or letting MC overpay on those cheap protocores.

So he has all the traits of the overbearing yandere type, the kind of that like makes sure their lover can’t do anything without it coming back to him. Which… I think canonically that happens. He does end up somehow appearing near MC all of sudden, like the rest of the love interests do (I’m looking at you, Zayne).

BUT he is indeed the ultimate domestic king of consent that trusts in MC’s plans from top to bottom and basically lets her do whatever she wants so long as it doesn’t… Honestly, what doesn’t he let her do? Kill herself? That’s like normal though?

And the fact that he saves MC, but doesn’t expect anything from her except recognition? Even when she refuses, doesn’t he just pout and basically does nothing except be patient?

Honestly… that’s like… the opposite of yandere. Or least, I don’t think I’ve seen a yandere like that, if it counts. He’s so anti-yandere that is makes me question my own taste about yanderes.

I mean obviously I wouldn’t object to a fanfic about a yandere Sylus, since I like yanderes. It just… I wouldn’t think of that version of Sylus as canon Sylus, you know what I’m saying?

Now… I wouldn’t put him above begging though. He does sort of threaten to act like a child to get MC’s attention at one point though. I’d still pin that as a man who feels comfortable around his lover enough to act like a child, but I’m sure he wouldn’t pull that card every single time like typical yandere would.

Personal Ranking:

Second place. King seriously shot up my rankings quicker than a hot rod the moment I actually took the time to get to know him. I love his microexpression. Did we not see the tongue action of his. OML-

But he’s not Caleb, so he only gets second place. And occasionally, it’s between Zayne and Sylus for second place.

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🍎Caleb🍎

First Impression:

It was love at first sight, nuff said.

Seriously.

Current Impression:

You guys. I still love him. You all already know this.

*screams all over the house, breaking furniture, tears, ripping pillows apart*

I have been looking for a yandere like him forever, did you know that?

Look, I like Toma from Amnesia. I don’t like the cage though— Like I like the idea, but I also like having the freedom to use the bathroom when I need to, more)

I like Diabolik Lovers- to a certain extent, especially Ruki, but let’s be honest, they all are too… immature really be in love. Obviously I like the idea, but if it were me, I’m not Yui-coded enough to be kept alive, you know what I’m saying?

Manhua/Webtoon yanderes— FIND ME A MAN LIKE SIHYUN BAEK!? Does that man exist? But also I like money and realistically men like that don’t have money to support my dream of becoming a cherished and spoiled housespouse? But if they did, I would glad bend on one knee and ask for their hand in marriage. After they’ve kidnapped and professed their love to me, of course.

But anyway, back to the point.

BITCH PLEASE, I AM LOYAL TO THIS MAN. THIS IS THE MAN FOR ME.

And he- *cries* he’s so loyal to MC that it makes me cry. I want him so badly.

Like if Zayne exists, yeah I’d take him. But if Caleb existed and he loved me, HELL YES.

PLEASE TAKE ME HOME AND TREAT ME LIKE A DUMMY WHO CAN’T DO ANYTHING.

Sidenote- I must confess, I am not a fan of dogs. Especially the small ones. Somehow the small ones scare me a lot more than the big ones. I think it’s because I can’t see them coming for my ankles, and also my experience with big dogs is that most of them are gentle giants.

And Caleb is a gentle giant.

And my headcanon for why he didn’t appear in the line-up for the cat butler era (that I missed 😭) besides the fact that he wasn’t available yet, is that he is so dog-coded.

I still like cats more, but for him I would make an exception.

Also guys, another confession. I’m short. Like in terms of average for men and women and everyone else, I would be considered legally short. And I’m not that flexible, so that’s a high chance this man would not only break my back but also my hips if he bent my legs over his shoulders.

But anyway, I’m sidetracking.

To bring up the elephant in the room: I’ve seen the panty-sniffering allegations.

People.

I’m into that.

…..

Okay, okay. Calm down. Cálmate!

To be more specific, I’m not into actually sniffing panties. I do like smelling fresh laundry and I like smelling scents. But if the love of my life were into sniffing my underwear, like… uh, who am I to stop him from expressing his love for me in whatever way he wants? In return, I’d like to smell his shirts and all of the other clothes he has. And build a nest and- I read omegaverse too, you guys. Maybe I should starting writing some…

Like, uh, if this man promised to love me, take care of me, and feed me, in exchange for my freedom to go outside and do whatever he wanted?

Uh, yeah? ¯\_(◉ x ◉)_/¯

Is it unhealthy to be okay with this?

Meh. Debatable, honestly. Like I said, I’m into it. If not for grocery shopping and buying cat food, I would be a complete shut-in. I would be totally happy just being supplied with books.

Also, they say that you marry the person that resembles your parents. If they’re a woman, they’d resemble your mother, and if they’re a man, they’d resemble your father.

Guys.

Caleb resembles my late father so much in personality that it is uncanny. Like Caleb, he also liked apples (guys, I’m not kidding. I am being so real right now. He also liked peaches too, but he typically ate apples— preferably the Red Delicious apples though, which I personally dislike) and he knew how to sew and also do mechanics and everything. Let me tell you, he basically did everything for my mother to the point that if she were to disappear off the face of the Earth, no one would know. He used called my mother his “Angel”. And yes, my mother was very, very happy and was basically living the dream of almost every housewife, only she continued working.

Kind of like Sylus likes vintage cars, so did my dad but like this is supposed to be about Caleb, so— And also he liked sweets as much as Zayne did, but anyway— I guess by the holy doctor, crow, and holy step-bro?

Am I reaching?

Maybe. ¯\_(◉ 3 ◉)_/¯

I mean, he wasn’t yandere like Caleb, but he also did like the summer sun a lot. He was the greatest man and my role model. Wouldn’t trade him for anyone else even if I could choose. (*˘︶˘*)

BUT DO YOU GUYS SEE WHERE I GET MY TYPE FROM!?

It’s kind of weird to mention, but I cannot forget the moment that I realized inheriting kinks was real until I heard my father call my mother a good girl and she became bashful, like sorry are you supposed to showcase liking being called that in front of your children, ma’am!? Please! I didn’t need to know that, but now I know why I like being praised!?

…..

I wanna be praised by Caleb…

Also I’d like to point out that I used to call people taller and bigger than me “Pipsqueak” because I thought it was funny. I’m not joking or pandering to the fact that I like Caleb. If you knew me outside in real life, I did actually used to throw that nickname around, so like it definitely surprised me to hear inside a game for the first time.

Nobody does like Caleb. Also that suit. I like a man who looks good in uniform. I love him.

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Yes, I do realize that he is technically MC’s “brother”, but like, jeez! They aren’t related. It’s fine. It’s a common thing in Asian media, which I also absolutely hate because why does everyone have to be “related” in some way. Again, they aren’t related, so it’s fine. You can’t tell me unrelated people aren’t allowed to like each other if they lived together in an orphanage, for example. Grandma Josephine just happened to take two of them home at the same time. Jeez…

(Yes, I am aware of Grandma Josephine’s role in MC’s early life.)

As long as they aren’t related, honestly, I have no qualms about it.

Type of Yandere:

If? ꉂꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅๑)༡

IF!?

BITCH, PLEASE.

We all been knowing he yandere AF. There's no debate about it. That's why I stan, and I stan HARD. I simply cannot ignore such an wholehearted display of impure devotion to one’s obsession.

Anyway, long story short I'd pin as inevitable yandere if we’re still going by hypotheticals (PFF HAHA ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡)

Otherwise he’s just your typical overprotective yandere. By the book, honestly. As far as I know, he has been canonically a yandere since his childhood, being overprotective over MC and even “accidentally” locking her up in the attic so that the other boys wouldn't be able to find her.

Not to mention apparently has a habit of following MC to the grocery store, only to exit and follow her afterwards. You could not tell me that it hadn't happened more than once, considering MC even warned him not to. And also set up everything to alert him of anything MC does, from her scale to her doorbell.

I don’t think I have daddy issues yet, but the more parallels I make, it is seriously concerning…

To be fair, he did have a traumatic childhood and near-death experience— WHICH ALSO ADDS TO HIS YANDERENESS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU???

Locking MC up in his house? ✅️

Drugging her to protect her? ✅️

Threatening to put a leash on her, but also already having a tracker on her? ✅️

All these green checkmarks make him the reddest flag there is in this game.

And I love it. ❤️‍🔥🚩

But I applaud him for letting MC go when she put her foot down. He’s not a psycho- Or well, he’s not the type to lock… I mean… Uh… At least he let her go in the end? He does care, he just cares too much? Yeah.

Can a yandere just stay yandere, please? Why is there always a fuss about extreme characters? It is fictional, gosh darn it! Lemme have my fantasy.

Personal Ranking:

Y’all already know he’s my number one. Also his cards are my strongest cards currently because I leveled them up to get his myth. So I win everytime with his cyber angel card muahahahaha-

I’m saving for his birthday. Wish me luck!

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End Note:

Yeah, I know right? There’s more?

Yeah.

before I end this rant, I will say that I actually laughed at his name being Caleb, because it is just the… most American name. I can’t explain why. Like Zayne would be up there too, but Caleb? Caleb? I did not know how sexy that name could be until I heard MC whining it. So there’s that.

I’m kind of scared of writing LADS content, because after last one I wrote… I experienced so much grief in the aftermath irl, it really made me afraid to write for a while.

Okay, that’s all I’ll say for now because it’s way too long. Thanks for reading!

[deuxcherise]

The Hare and the Fox: Happy Eggs

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!rabbit oc, female!fox reader, tsuntsun!reader (just arrogance, honestly speaking), interspecies relations, dumbification (?), some horror element, suggestive (leaning towards explicit though), implied non-con, implied forced pregnancy, unnatural culmination between species, mental break A/n: So… Honestly, I have no idea what happened. I just wrote and this is what came out. Mindlessly. Some Arley lore, though (it makes more sense if you read the prequel)! But I might write a different version at some point, since cute, whiny Arley kind of takes a extremely sharp turn and a deep dive (might I say, kind of a character assassination?) into his yandere side near the end.  This one’s kind of dark. Please read the content warnings above — At the same time though, if this is a turn of events some of you like, do comment and let me know. Again, I might just branch them out instead. Maybe a lighter version in the future. Masterlist | Part I, Part II (you’re here!)

Once upon a time, deep in the great forest, there laid an egg-shaped child as red as blood and as shiny as a jewel. Still as a log, quiet as the dead.

“Poor little egg, lossst in the green~” murmured a slithering stranger. “Eye-catching asss you are, to leave you alone would be obssscene, hm?”

Seldom do creatures in this forest come across food quite as easily, and so the stranger picked up the egg-shaped being with its wide maw and gulped it down in one go. However, what the stranger didn’t know was that the child was quite alive.

“GUH!”

Torn right through the walls, the child emerged from the stranger’s corpse with eyes glowing ominously gold. In its own mouth laid the flesh of the stranger, being grounded between teeth and cheeks.

This is how they are typically born, these “sacred creatures” of the forest.

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“You can’t leave me here! You can’t leave me here!” Arley cries,  arms wrapped around your body with a grip unbecoming of a prey to a predator. His golden eyes are big and wide, watery with tears threatening to overflow, and his bunny ears are folded backwards. “Darliiing! You can’t.”

You took a deep breath and sigh heavily. “Arley, for the last time, I need to tend the barley. The sun is up already. Why do you keep doing this every morning?”

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist even tighter. He even swings his legs to curl around your legs. Eyes still shut from slumber and with a pout, he whines, “Nooo…”

Ever since that day you decided to share a nest with the rabbit back at your family’s den,  once you both returned to your den, Arley has found himself unable to sleep in his own nest. At least, without you in it. Thus, from then on, whether it was in your nest or his nest, you had begrudgingly became bedmates. You’ve even started a barley field just to keep fattening him up, and yet he still remains as gangly as you had found him. Well, nearly. He’s become a little more healthy, but not to proper rabbit standards just yet.

It’s fine. It’s fine. To fatten up a rabbit properly for eating, they need proper sleep too. This is going to benefit me in the end… But damn it, why is he so clingy!?

You groan. “Well, I need to use the litter.”

“No, you don’t.”

Are you kidding me!?

“Yes, I do,” you insist.

“No,” he simply rejects.

You deeply inhale and exhale. “I will go in this nest and it will stink and I won’t be able to wash it out. Is that what you want? You want to lay in a puddle of my urine? Huh? Huh?” you threaten.

He shifts about, moving his nose towards your neck and nuzzling it. “Mm. It’ll smell more like you, so it’s okay…”

Your expression morphs into horror. What’s wrong with him!? Doesn’t he know foxes are the worst scenters!? He is a rabbit!?

You begin wiggling wildly, twisting your body around this and that way. Just as your limbs manage to grab onto the side of the nest, he grabs you by the shoulders and proceeds to lay on top of you and give you his best frown. “Stooop,” he whines with a pout, his eyes now open but still droopy. “Why do you want to leave me so badly?”

“... 

Having had enough of his morning shenanigans, you grab his shoulders and toss him to the other side of the nest, quickly scrambling onto the floor and running out to your garden.

“DARLING!!!”

Just as expected, he barrels right after you and practically tackles from behind, just as you come near the shed where your gardening tools are. The field of just barely sprouting barley can be seen if you just turn your head from where it laid on the ground now.

You sigh. “Arley. Get. Off.”

Despite being a head shorter than you, he continues to press down on your body with his own. You feel his head shift in a refusing manner against the back of your neck. “No.”

Yes. This happens every morning, ever since you returned home from your family’s den. And no. Unfortunately, you have no idea why he’s been doing this for a while now. He never used to do this before.

After about an hour of… cuddling, you suppose, he finally allows you to tend to the barley. While you tend to your field, he sits on a nearby log and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Which, you have to admit, are adorable with his big doe eyes, but his often blank expression is always a little… unnerving, for the lack of a better word.

It sort of reminds you of that night when…

~~~

An ungodly roar booms behind you. Right as your hand grasps onto a door handle, a hand wraps around on your legs and hauls you backwards, forcing your chin to hit the ground. Before you can recover from the impact, you feel the air around your head turn warm and in the edges of your view are rows of sharp white teeth.

“A-”

~~~

A shiver racks through your body, which you quickly shake off with your head. You’ve already told yourself over and over again how it was just a nightmare, and yet…

“Darling?”

You jolt and turn around to find Arley right behind you. “Y- Yes, Arley?”

Nowadays, you often remind yourself that you’re a fox while he’s a rabbit. A fox shouldn’t be afraid of a mere rabbit. It would be against nature, wouldn’t it?

But then again, another fox would have eaten him by now. That is the natural interaction between a predator and prey. So why haven’t you?

Is it pity?

He tilts his head towards the ground and looks up with a pout. “Darling~? Are you afraid of me?”

Is it fear?

You awkwardly laugh. “No? Why do you ask?”

“If not, then…” He pokes his fingers together, chewing on his bottom lip as his foot gently pads at the ground thoughtfully. He looks away before looking back at you with determination in his eyes. “Why do you keep refusing to have my kits?” he bursts.

…..

Wow. That nightmare has really scrambled me up since then. I should go look for a therapist sometime soon. Do owls take on fox clients, or should I consult one of those tortoises instead?

You blink. “Huh? Sorry, could you repeat that?”

His face turns red as his floppy ears twitch. “I know we haven’t discussed it, b- b- but I think it’s about time we had kits now, shouldn’t we? We’ve already been living together for a year now a-and you’ve already introduced me to your parents… I- I’d have thought you’d eventually ask me b- b- but…”

You blink again, rubbing the fluff of your ears. You remember there was something in one of your books about how psychological trauma can often affect your physical senses.

Perhaps, I should consider getting therapy starting tomorrow. The sooner the better.

“... What?” you ask for clarification. “Sorry, my ears are- What are you saying, Arley?”

Frustrated at your lack of understanding, his face scrunches up and he stomps the ground with every word that tumbles out of his mouth. “Kits! Babies! I want babies! Now! Now!”

…..

A million thoughts run through your mind, ones especially regarding his strange behavior. After a moment, something finally clicks and you smile.

“Oh.”

-----🐰🦊-----

It has been months ever since he shared his greatest desire with you, but now is the time you are able to help him fulfill it.

“Oh my, oh my. I’ve always heard foxes are mean tricksters, but to think you’re such a kind soul to help out a fellow rabbit,” an older female rabbit comments. “Aren’t you the shining representative for your kind?”

You awkwardly chuckle. “Thank you kindly. I… um… couldn’t leave him out to die, you know? I mean- Oi, Arley, why don’t you greet them?”

“.....” His arms are crossed and his ears are flopped over his face.

“Oh, isn’t he a grumpy young man? Or is he just shy?” one of the other older female rabbits teases.

“He, um, isn’t usually like this?” you worriedly say, hoping his unfriendly demeanor doesn’t scare away the rabbits. When Arley’s eyes flashes towards you, you immediately look away.

The Spring Fest is one of the many special occasions for which all of the animals of the forest join to celebrate the forest and all that it brings. Different occasions meant different themes and specific rituals, but they all have one thing in common. And that is for animals to find their sacred mates.

“Well, maybe he’s not really talkative right now, because his chaperone is still here,” comments one of the younger rabbits, whose eyes are directed at her nails before they land on you. “I don’t mean to offend, but, uh, shouldn’t you be with your own kind right now?”

Her words are that of concern, but the look on her face is anything but welcoming. For a bystander looking in, you, being a fox, stick out like a tall, sore thumb amongst these shorter species. Even though Arley is surprisingly taller than all of them, with him being a fellow rabbit, he blends in quite well.

“No, she doesn’t,” Arley mutters.

You send a look towards Arley. You prefer that the rude rabbit had worded it better, but begrudgingly, she’s probably right. “Right… Sorry.“ You turn to exit the crowd. “Have fun, Arl- Arley!?”

With the most displeased expression on his face, he has his arms wrapped around your arm. As always, his grip is unexpectedly tough to get out of.

“Arley? Arley, get off!”

He shakes his head, much to your confusion.

One of the older rabbits tries to help by tenderly saying, “Arley? Dearest. You shouldn’t be holding onto her like that. She’ll bite you if you do.”

You feel irked at her words, but whatever it takes for Arley to snap out of whatever sort of tantrum he’s in. “That’s right, Arley. I’m going to bite-”

“Oh yeah? Then bite me already!” he hisses. “You already said you’d eat me, and yet-”

The rabbit crowd gasps in horror.

Embarrassed, you whisper harshly, “Arley! You can’t say that! You’re not supposed to-”

He glares up at you with tears in his eyes. “Darling? Darling, did I do something wrong? Please stop it. I’m sorry.”

“What?” You shake your head. “No? You haven’t done anything-”

“Then why are you doing this to me!?” he screams, uncaring of the crowd. Fat tears roll down his cheeks. “Why did you bring me here? To them? You want me to mate with some stupid doe? Why? How could you do this to me!? Don’t you care!?”

What in the big blue’s name is going on?

You are at a loss for words. “Didn’t you want to?”

His eyes go wide as his mouth drops. “Huh? When did I say that?”

“You said you wanted kits!”

“Wha- With you!” he clarifies. “I want kits. With you!”

~~~

His face turns red as his floppy ears twitch. “I know we haven’t discussed it, b- b- but I think it’s about time we had kits now, shouldn’t we? We’ve already been living together for a year now a-and you’ve already introduced me to your parents… I- I’d have thought you’d eventually ask me b- b- but…”

~~~

A memory of the conversation floats into your mind. However, somehow it still doesn’t compute as you stare at him. “...What?”

He finally lets go of your arm and grips his hair in frustration as he stomps on the ground. He shouts through gritted teeth. “What are you not getting, Darling!? I don’t want anyone except you?”

Perhaps it is at this point, you feel as if you have made a mistake. You have heard rabbits get easily attached, and it is quite evident from Arley’s typical behavior. However, you hadn’t expected it to extend to…

… Does he not know…? You suddenly figure out what the problem could be. … Oh of course, he doesn’t know.

You grab his arm and drag him off into a secluded part of the forest, out of the curious eyes of the other crowds of animals, in order to educate him. Arley is, expectedly, very happy to get away from the crowd.

Unexpectedly, the moment you let go of his arm and turn around to confront him about his strange behavior, he suddenly pounces on you.

“Oi, what are you-”

He grabs your wrists and holds them down by the sides of your head as he giggles uncontrollably. He sits on your hips, trapping you on the ground. “Oh, I’m so happy you finally understand~ Now we can finally-”

You grit your teeth and hiss. “Arley, get off me! Get off me right now!”

He leans down and nuzzles against your neck, a soothing action. “It’s okay. Shh. Shhhh. It’s me. Your Arley~ Calm down now~”

Your legs flail about to no avail. “Arley! Arley! Stop! You have to listen to me,” you struggle.

He keeps the pressure and nuzzles. “Mmm, no.”

You exasperatedly groan. Deciding not to wait any longer, you shout, “Rabbits can’t have kits with foxes!”

He stops and leans back. He stares down at you, like you’ve just spouted that the sky is falling.

“.....”

“.....”

The silence is unnerving. “Arley?”

“Darling,” he answers.

“Arley… Can you get off me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Darling, please stop talking. I’m thinking.”

What kind of- What’s happening here?

You try to wiggle, but his weight is still pressed on you as he is deep in thought.

His thumbs rub your skin. “Darling, please stop moving.”

You give him an exasperated look. “Excuse me? Get off me!”

“Darling… Do you think I’m stupid?” he suddenly proposes.

You stop, confused. “No? Now get off-”

“Oh good. So you’re not against having kits with me because you think I’m stupid.”

What in- This damn rabbit!

“Didn’t I tell you already? Foxes can’t have kits with rabbits!”

“Yes, I’m aware,” he answers matter-of-factly.

…..

“Okay… so-”

“Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever asked you about your mating season. When is that?”

“Why in the big blue’s name does that matter?” you ask, cheeks heating up.

He tilts his head side to side thoughtfully.  “It matters because I want my mate to be comfortable when we’re making kits? Mine was back in during Hallow’s Eve, but you seem quite scared that time, so I figured-”

Hallow’s Eve? That was…

That was during the time you were visiting your parents. But you apparently seemed scared of him? Since when? You’ve never been scared of him. How can a fox be scared of a rabbit? If you were scared of him, it was only when-

~~~

Arley- If it is Arley at all- tilts his head the other way stiltedly, his neck cracking with every angle. He towers over you with the height of a bear. The skin on his face looks stretched across his abnormally large skull, almost tearing at the seams of his mouth and eyes and nose. The ears on his head are stiffly standing above his head, shaped more triangularly than his typical round ones. Accompanying them are two massive antlers, ending in serrated stake-like ends. Where his eyes should have been are now dark black pools with little gold rings floating in them. The clothes on his body have shredded apart, revealing long skinless, muscleness limbs ending in similarly long claws sharper than the thorns of wild roses.

~~~

The feeling of something soft brushing across your neck brought you out of your memory.

“Arley, stop it right now!” you command.

From your view, all you can see is the top of his head and his floppy ears, which, looking closely, look more… angular than usual. With his refusal to cease his actions, you immediately bite onto one of his ears, making his flinch and back up, releasing your wrists to grab his injured ear. With your hands freed and him momentarily distracted, you throw your weight and flip him over so that you’re sitting on him and he’s laying on the ground.

“O- Oh?”

You breathe heavily, heart pumping as you pin his wrists on the ground and immobilize him. “Okay. Now you listen to me-”

You don’t realize your position until you feel something poking your bottom. His hips are raised as he gives you a sleazy smile. You scooch forward with your knees so you’re sitting on his abdomen instead. He pouts. You scowl at him.

“Darling!” he whines.

“No, you listen to me and you listen to me well. Foxes cannot have kits with rabbits! Which means I cannot have kits with you. Do you understand?”

He sighs, unable to break from your hold. He closes his eyes. “Darling, I know. Of course foxes can’t have kits with rabbits.”

You nod. “Good-”

“Because they don’t try hard enough,” he adds.

Are you kidding me!?

He sighs again. “But I don’t get how that applies to me?”

“I’m a fox. You’re a rabbit.”

“... Right.” Arley opens his eyes, his expression quite… serious. “But I’m not a normal rabbit, so you don’t have to worry about that, alright? Now, can we get to making kits now? Or do I need to court you like a fox,” he asks, licking his lips.

This damn rabbit, what the fu-

You take a deep breath.

“If you need a moment, I’m very patient-”

“I don’t… want kits.”

“... Oh, I’m sure you’ll change your mind-”

“With you,” you add, flinching at your words.

His mouth hangs open, and then it closes into a thin line. His eyes stare hard at you.

You stare back, feeling a sense of relief as you hope your words sink into him. It was not that you did or didn’t want kits with him. It’s just that he’s a rabbit and you’re a fox and it’s just that this whole ordeal is just strange. Why would a rabbit want to mate with a fox? Does that even make any sense? Though you suppose if he was fox, then perhaps-

“Darling, my wrists hurt,” he whimpers.

You release him immediately. “Oh, sorry-” He takes this chance to flip you over, only this time you’re laying on your front. “A- Arley!?”

Thump.

You have not yet turned your head when out of the corner of your eye, a skinless muscular hand larger than two heads ending with long sharp claws slams down on the ground beside you. Even in the shadows of the trees around you, a darker shadow overlays you. Something heavy breathes behind you. A familiar scent of blood begins to waft in the air.

“A- Arley…?”

You feel something nuzzle against the back of your head, stealing your voice. His chest rumbles with a sort of extremely deep purring sound.

And then you feel the back of your hips being brought upwards, only to rest against a larger set of hips.

.

The end.

.

Little rabbit, little rabbit, soft no more,

Forced its will through a crimson door.

The fox now bears what should not be—

Born of love madness, despite their mother’s plea.

.

.

.

.

.

Eggs naturally come in all kinds of colors, from brown to white to green, blue, pink, etc. They can be speckled or simply a solid color. They also are produced by many kinds of animals, particularly from the bird species, such as chickens, ducks, owls, turkeys, and so forth. The only known mammal to give birth to eggs would be the infamous platypus, which has the head of a duck anyway.

The eggs in your nest, however, are quite colorful with their strips of pink and blues, and dots of greens and yellows. They hardly resemble anything natural. Most importantly, they weren’t laid by any bird. 

No, they were laid by you. A fox. All three of them, each length and wide of your palm and fingers.

“Aren’t they wonderful?” Arley coos, tenderly poking each egg. “You did such an excellent job, Darling~”

Eggs. Laid by a fox. With a rabbit for a father.

He gives you multiple kisses on your head before nuzzling you. “Are you cold, Darling? Oh, I know, I know. I heard mothers become cold after giving birth. Here, let me warm you up.” He wraps his arms around you. 

You silently stare at the eggs. Then you look at Arley, who perks up.

“Hm?”

“I… am going to eat you,” you say, robotically.

He grins, golden eyes glittering against black scleras. “Is that so? I look forward to it~”

[deuxcherise]

I'm sorry, everyone. I really wanted to post something for Easter, but my mind is too full of everything that's going on in my personal life. I'm going to try to see if I can post something for this Thursday, but I can't make any guarantees. I don't know when I'm going to post again for a while. Again, I'm really sorry.

[deuxcherise]

Been having a real tough month.

Another death in the family about two weeks ago (why is always April? Good lord, I haven't watched Your Lie in April because I knowww 😭 how could the universe do this to me???) and loss of income so I've been hanging on as much as I can.

I am hoping I can make it for Easter, since I promised someone since last Thanksgiving for a sequel to The Hare and the Fox. With school projects and life obligations and all that.🤞🤞🤞

But anyway, today I wanted to share a dream I had last night.

So I'm watching from the player's view of a screen showcasing a rollar coaster for the characters to ride though. There's a lot of ups and downs. And then I see three carts locked together. But they weren't exactly locked together.

See, there's Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, and guess who?

Satoru Gojo (or Gojo Satoru).

So apparently Daisy keeps wanting to go forward to enjoy the ride, Gojo is in front of her faced backwards in his cart because he wants to go on a date with her, and Peach is the real wingman in her cart right in front of Gojo's cart trying to push as hard as she can to keep Daisy's and Gojo's locked together as much as she can.

And then I looked away, and next thing I know, I'm in the game in my own cart. And you know who comes up from behind me?

Bowser.

But like... not kids-friendly game version Bowser. No no no.

Like Human!Bowser but more... eloquent? So Bowser in essence but not exactly? We started sharing one cart from some reason and he pressed up behind me and- oml it was uh... pretty big. Like it felt covered but it was clearly spanning underneath me.

And a lot of more sensation than usual, LET ME TELL YOU. I rarely get dreams where I can cope a feel, but the fact that I felt it was shocking (why is it always from behind though...? I'd only have two nickels but still...)

Anyway, the reason he came up from behind me and held me in place and made me feel it was because apparently I had attempted to escape from him and he decided I needed to "make up" for it.

.....

Honestly, guys, I blame Sylus for all of this. I played Love and Deepspace late at night and I still haven't watched his recent card (Where Hearts Live) because I was saving it for when I have downtime. I will admit that I did enjoy watching the water rolling down his collarbone whenever he exposes his chest...

It was a deep gravely voice in my dream, now that I'm thinking about it...

I SWEAR THAT I AM A CALEB CUTIE- AN APPLE FAN- A CALEB STAN 💯%!!!

(I tried to eat apples recently but I just prefer grapes more... I do like apple pies and apple flavored foods though! Just not apple sauce...)

Oh, it's Sylus's birthday today... congratulations, old man.

Also the death anniversary of only my grandparent from just a year ago.

How fitting, stupid dragon... (jkjk he's a dark green flag tho for a mafia boss, I'll give him that). Anyway, here's a little something something for the Sylus stans.

[deuxcherise]

Hii I absolutely LOVED til death do us part? It was so good oml

Just wanted to point out that 'her' was used for the reader in sylus' part when the tags say gn

Otherwise oml yes 10/10 actually obsessed!!

OML THANK YOU FOR NOTICING! It is readers like you who make the world go round 💕 I immediately editted. And thank you kindly for your compliments~

[deuxcherise]

Thank you @thatstrangesheep and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

OML THANK YOU EVERYONE \😭/

Til Death Do Us Part… ? (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, angst with happy(?) ending, mentions of death, mentions of explicit language, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for all of them (especially Sylus), All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader had different personalities (?) with each LI, suggestive (b-because Xavier... and others, but mostly him), implied yandere content (because Caleb... and maybe another)

A/n: So usually I post on Thursday, but I just realized it was April 1st, and I just could not resist… A bit extreme? Sure. But it’s not called Love and Depression for nothin’, am I right y’all? Anyway, Happy… well if you know, you know~!

(Post-write: I realized like halfway down this draft that I lost the plot somewhat. Oh well.)

Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

It was as if the sun and moon had suddenly disappeared from the sky forevermore.

Xavier’s blue eyes were locked on your image at the other side of the room. He took a step forward, hesitated, then took another, hesitated again, and then another step. Every step he took felt heavier than the last as he passed by empty rows of foldable chairs towards you. Slowly but eventually, he made it to the front.

On a stand was a portrait of you from the head to the shoulders, held by a black frame and surrounded by white flowers. In the image, you were dressed in your hunter’s uniform. Your face was neutral, and cold, as expected of an official portrait. It was unlike the countless images on his phone and album filled with the soft smiles you shared when you commented on his cuteness or the rambunctious laughters whenever he was doing something foolish. Right below your portrait was a golden urn, filled with the last of your essence.

Xavier brought a hand up and traced the edge of your face. Deep down, even though he knew it would be impossible, deep down, he hoped that image of you would suddenly come to life and ask him what he was doing and why he looked sad.

To think he thought it would be a good idea to leave in that room while he handled the others. If only he hadn’t… if he hadn’t… You would still…

He gritted his teeth hard as those thoughts ran around and around his mind. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to mask the wound and guilt that wrapped around his heart.

He fell to his knees. One single teardrop fell to the floor, followed by another, and another, until the tears wouldn’t stop coming. During your funeral, he had only stood there on the side silently as your coworkers mourned openly. Only now, in the privacy of this empty room, he could finally grieve.

You were the love of his life.

And now… now you were gone.

All because he thought he could take care of it all on his own. In the end, he couldn’t do anything, and you of all people paid the price. It should’ve been him, he thought. It should’ve been him.

What would he do now? Go back to sleep? Die? Wait another century in the hopes that you somehow reincarnate? If so, then how would he find you? Where would he find you? Could you have already reincarnated? Ah, all this felt so-

Something poked him at the back of his head, breaking him out of his spiral. He turned around, about to tell off the person to leave him alone.

You stood there behind him, grinning goofily and cutely waving at him with both hands. “April Fools, Xavier!”

…..

All of the wrinkles had suddenly disappeared, leaving behind only his usual expressionless face as if he had been reset. The waterworks in his eyes had also stopped operating, leaving only tear stained cheeks. If you were anyone else, you would’ve missed how his eyes were just a tad wider, but you weren’t this alien’s lover for nothing!

The upturned edges of your smile started to lower as you stared back. “Um… Xavier? Hello?” You waved a hand in front of his face.

It took him a moment, but then he asked in a shaky tone, “You’re…” he gulped. “You’re not dead? Didn’t you…”

“Yeah!” you answered, half excitedly and half guiltily. “It was a joke. Everything from the explosion to the funeral and-”

“A joke? All of it?”

“Uh- Yes?”

Originally, it was born out of a pettiness for wanting to see whether or not he could be scared. Truthfully, you had planned on appearing the day afterwards, but having watched Xavier fall to his knees just made you feel all the more guilty. To lose one’s lover is a matter that shouldn’t be taken lightly, which you had realized just now.

It was as if the teartrails on his cheeks were evaporating quickly from the ember that was building in his eyes. “A joke…” he repeated.

You could hear an edge in his tone, which sent a shiver down your spine. “Y-yes?”

“.....” His dull blue eyes didn’t meet yours.

The longer he stared lifelessly, the more dread started to pile on. “X-Xavier?”

“... Huh,” he simply muttered.

You started to panic, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything else. Sure, this joke of yours might’ve been a little extreme, considering you tried to make it as realistic as possible, but it’s not like you waited for a whole day to finally appear… which is fine… right? You came right away! You’re here now, safe and sound! Right?

“Xavier?” You took a step forward, tilting your head in worry. “Are you okay?”

His face remained with his usual expression before he began to frown and sidestepped you. As he headed for the open doors, you began to really panic.

“Wait wait wait! I’m sorry!” you apologized as you followed him, grabbing his arm. “It was just a joke. I’m sorry!”

Your efforts to stop him were in vain, as he continued to head forward and his arm simply pulled your weight along no matter how roughly you dug your heels against the ground.

Your eyes became watery, knowing you messed up big time. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Please forgive me!”

Xavier wrenched his arm free from your hands, which sent a pang to your heart, and took the double doors to the room and closed them, much to your confusion. With a click of the locks, he then turned around and placed a heavy gaze on you.

“All of this… was cruel of you,” he said. “Did you know… how much it hurt me when I believed you had died.”

You got on your knees and clasped your hands together in atonement. “I know. I know I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I promise I will never do it again. Please forgive me.  I-I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

He crouched down in front of you and raised his eyebrows, face still showcasing distrust. “Promise?”

You met his eyes with determination. “I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!”

He frowned. Realizing what you just said, you quickly fixed it with, “Sorry. I won’t joke about dying again!”

“Hm…” He pondered for a moment. “You… said you’ll do anything… right?”

You nodded. “Yes! Yes, anything.”

He sat down and wrapped his arms around you before he pulled you onto his lap. “Then, I won’t forgive you. Just yet.”

With furrowed brows at his contrasting behavior, you pursed your lips, hands placed on his shoulders. “Why not?”

His eyelids lowered as his gaze remained, while his hands shifted towards the sides of your waist, only to press you downwards.

Feeling a certain body part against your bottom, your eyes go wide as a blush spreads across your face. “Xavier?”

“I won’t forgive you just yet,” he repeated, though the unspoken words were quite loud and clear from how his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips to your chest to your pelvis before meeting your eyes again. “Not until you make it up to me.”

“There are cameras here!” you whispered harshly, mortified at his shamelessness. It wasn’t like you weren’t willing, but certain… nightly activities should certainly be done within private rooms. Especially not in a funeral home.

Suddenly the lights in the room switched off. With not a single window and with the locked doors, the room was pitch black. Perfect for performing any kind of deed without witnesses or distractions.

Despite not being able to see his face, you could hear the smirk in his voice as he asked, “How about now?”

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

☃️Zayne☃️

As he sat at your side, Zayne couldn’t stop the frost from forming fractals on the skin of his hands as he mournfully stared at your form.

You looked peaceful. Your eyes were closed, like you were fast asleep. However, your lips were pale- too pale- as if you’d been outside in the snow for far too long. Your chest lacked movement, and despite being in a hospital room, it was far too quiet. Too silent. Like the dead of winter.

He was disturbed. It was you and yet somehow he couldn’t believe it was you. Regardless, his eyes didn’t dare stray from you. One of his hands was wrapped around yours, refusing to let go even when he couldn’t feel your warmth anymore.

When you were admitted, the reason the hospital wouldn’t allow him to operate on you was cited to be a potential conflict of interest. You weren’t lovers, but to his coworkers who witnessed the way he looked at you from behind, your relationship had to be more than simply friends as you had both claimed to be.

Zayne was waiting for the right time to bring that up actually, to take things further than these longing glances and fleeting touches he had previously allowed himself when it came to you. He had often wondered what you would have responded with. Would you have felt the same? Would you have been disgusted by him?

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the frost build on his eyelashes, as he took a deep and shuddery breath. Now that you’re… gone, he suppose he’ll never know.

All he could do now, he figured, was hunt down both the surgeon who failed to save you and the wanderer who caused your wounds in the first place. He had nothing to lose, now that you’re no longer here. Unbeknownst to most people, he held himself back quite a lot. He’ll show them that not only did he have the ability to save lives, but he could just as easily take them-

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He exhaled heavily and opened his eyes. He didn’t want to go home, even though it was so late into the night. He wanted to stay here with you as much as he could, but he knew rules were rules.

“I apologize for the inconvenience,” he muttered as he got up and turned around.

There behind him you stood, the most goofiest smile on your face and a hand held up in greeting. “Hi~”

He paused.

“April Fool’s! Hehe~”

He stared, the cogs in his brain malfunctioning at the sight of you.

You started to get concerned, dropping your smile. “Zayne. Zayne, are you okay? Did I go too far? I’m sorry.”

“.....” He looked between the body that looked like you laying lifelessly on the bed, and the you standing in front of him visibly alive and with color in your eyes, cheeks, and lips.

“Zayne?”

He slowly but surely raised a hand and placed it against your cheek. It was warm. You were alive. You were real.

“Z-Zayne?”

“Are you real?” he whispered.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and worry. “Yes?”

“You’re… alive?”

The broken sound in his usually monotone voice sent a pang to your heart as you realized you most likely went too far.. You press a hand on the outside of his hand and press your cheek against his palm. “Yes, Zayne. I’m alive. I’m sorry I played this kind of joke on you.”

“Then…” He turned towards the body. “How did you…”

“A fake. I might’ve convinced some of your coworkers here to play into it. I’m sorry…”

He turned back to you, placed his other hand against your other cheek, and then leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his passion-filled eyes closed.

Your eyes went wide before slowly closing them as you melted into the kiss. Wordlessly, the unspoken feelings between the both of you, which had been kept apart by a once solid wall of ice, finally melded together into one. Once your lips separated for a moment of air, he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

“Please… Please never do this ever again,” he pleaded.

You nodded. “I promise to never do this again.”

With that vow made, he captured your lips again, walking you backwards until you felt the wall behind you. You broke the kiss, remembering where you were. “Zayne-”

He captured your lips once more, heatedly. This time he wasn’t going to stop. After all, it wasn’t like there was anyone here at this late hour. He really held himself back a lot, you know?

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🐡Rafayel🐡

The ocean had never sounded as miserable as it did, as the waves crashed against the shore and raged against the whips of an incoming storm.

Sat on the drier part of the shore, Rafayel wrapped a hand around a mound of sand, raised his arm and opened his hand, allowing the grains to escape between his splayed fingers.

Had it been a week already? A week since he had received the terrible news that you had been lost at sea during a mission?

He had warned you. Being secretly a creature of the deep, he knew and he had warned you. He literally threw away his pride to go down on his knees for you and plead for you not to go, even going so far as to pull the pitiful and weak artist card just to keep you at his side as the bodyguard he hired you to be.

And what did you do? 

You ignored him as always, and went anyway.

And now, you were gone. Lost. MIA. Unable to be located, even by the best technology.

Stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid- Why were you so stubbornly stupid!?

Once again, he pressed his hand against his eyes to stop himself from tearing up. Shoot! His eyes were already red and swollen. If you had just been a good bodyguard and listened to him like he paid you to, you wouldn’t be gone and he wouldn’t be sitting here every single day like some dog waiting for his owner to return.

That’s not like him at all! Did you think he’d just throw out his cool and mysterious image for just anybody? No! How could you do this to him!? He should make you pay for your sins!

…..

He sighed. He would make you pay, if only you returned to him safe and sound…

“No,” he said, as he shook his head. He looked out towards the sea with a heavy longing in gaze. “When you return to me, I will make sure to take you to the finest restaurants in town and let you stuff your silly face with all of the food you could ever want. Sounds good, right? Right. Now just be a good bodyguard and come back to me already…”

“Oh, really? Well, I’m back now, so you better mean it. I’m starved!”

Rafayel twisted his head around so fast, you almost thought it would unscrew by itself and pop off like a bottle cap.

There you were behind him, a dopey smile on your face and dressed in semi-casual clothing. Less conspicuous than a hunter’s uniform but had clever areas to hide weapons in case of an emergency. As expected of a competent bodyguard, seeing as you managed to sneak up behind him.

He stared with a shocked expression. “.....”

Leaned over with your hands on your knees, you blinked and tilted your head. “Rafayel? You okay?”

He seemed to finally process your presence when he scrambled to stand up and grabbed you by the shoulders. “HOW DARE YOU!?” he screeched, shaking you back and forth violently.

“WHAT! DID! I! DO?” you shouted back in between shakes, starting to feel sick.

He released you, which made you crumble onto the sand. He breathed heavily, looking here and there as if searching for the words and biting his lips every so often as tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly blinked them away and pointed at you. “Where the hell have you been? How could you have abandoned me? You’re supposed to be by my side!”

You sat up, resting your hands behind you as you gave him an exasperated look. “What do you mean? I told you that I was needed on a mission.”

“Yeah? The mission I told you not to go to? Huh?? I even begged you not to go! Don’t you know how humiliating it was!?”

“I'm sorry, but it’s not like I had a choice!”

He pointed at himself, voice becoming more shrill. “What if I got kidnapped when you were gone? Or- or died?”

You both knew of his hidden occupation. There was no way a simple artist like he claimed to be could have had as many underworld connections as he had without spilling any blood. This was why his “pitiful and weak artist” card never worked. You simply gave him an incredulous look.

He gasped at your audacity. “You… you wouldn’t care if I was dead!?”he pushed.

You quickly picked yourself up and corrected him. “You’re wrong! I would definitely care if you died. It would break my heart if you did, especially while I was gone.”

He crossed his arms and turned his head with a pout. His ears were turning pink. “Hmph. Doesn’t seem like it. Didn’t you think of messaging me to let me know that you were alright? Maybe sending a seashell or something? Anything? So I wouldn’t be sitting out here like some stupid guppy.”

Prior to announcing your presence, you had seen him looking wistful and it did a number on your heart to see your dear fishy sorrowful. “I’m really sorry-”

“Oh! And did you know today’s the first of April? You know what it means? April Fool's Day!” he mentioned, cutting you off. “M-maybe I should’ve done something cruel like pretend I was dead when you came back, just so you would understand! Tch, even a brainless mola mola knows better than you. How could you- Ugh!”

You resisted rolling your eyes at his childish threat. You simply gave up and just spread your arms and wrapped them around him.

“W-what are you doing? You think I'll forgive you just like that?”

You nuzzled against him. “I’m really, really sorry. I’ll make sure to update you every so often next time. So that you won’t think I’m dead next time.”

His ears burned red as he refused to make eye contact. Despite his seeming reluctance to reciprocate your gesture, he wasn’t pushing you away. “You better… I’ll really give you something to worry about if you don’t.”

“Okie~”

As you continued to hold onto him, and despite enjoying the physical affection, he scoffed. “... I didn’t pay you to be such a touchy bodyguard.”

You released him. “Ah, sorry-”

He cut you off. “Did I tell you to stop hugging me?? What? You’re being cheap now? Fine! I’ll pay you double!”

Rafayel pulled you into his arms, which you then reciprocated happily as you felt him nuzzle his cheek against yours. It was nice, because they felt very squishable! You then began to feel him trace the tip of his nose against your ear and the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.

You craned your neck slightly, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “H-hey! Your breath is tickling me.”

“It's been too long… Don't you know us Lemurian get lonely too easily…?”

The more you giggled and tried to escape his ticklish sniffing, the more off balance the both of you became until you both toppled onto the sand below. Your cheeks began to heat up as he continued to drown in your scent.

“I need more…” he whimpered, like he had a thirst. “Lots more… Gimme…”

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

The infamous leader of the Onychinus watched as a gun was pointed at the side of your head. Your hands and legs were securely tied to a chair, your head lolling forward as if barely conscious.

“If you want us to return her safe and sound, you better pay up the ransom as quickly as you can. Or else!” threatened a masked figure.

Sylus watched with nonchalance, wordlessly.

“I’m warning you!”

Red eyes momentarily drifted towards the glass in his hand. He rolled his wrist, moving the red wine in his glass around and around. Still, he remained silent.

“Times’ up!”

BANG!

The masked kidnapper pulled the trigger, sending the contents of your head splattering outwards in red chunks.

Click.

With a switch of an on/off button on the remote control , Sylus turned off the TV. He placed it down before he said, “If that was your idea of an April Fool’s prank, I must say that this was in… poor taste.”

You turned your head, refusing to look at him out of defiance and admittedly, embarrassment. You sat up straight, with your hands balled in fists on your lap, like a cat raising its hair. “Hmph.”

“So, what was that about? Hm?”

“.....”

“What? Cat got your tongue, kitten?” he teased.

The two of you were sitting together on a loveseat in the living room. Somehow the damn dragon had gotten his hands on your little “gift” in advance without your knowledge, ruining your entire April Fools’ Day plan. It was a suggestion made by the twins, Luke and Kieran, one which you had hoped to pull off in an effort to… well… make him do something. Like save you or even to react in fear, or something.

For what reason, one may ask? That’s… a secret. One that you would never admit to, even to yourself. Never.

He sighed. “I guess you won’t tell me…” He got off the couch and started heading towards the door until he turned around and peered at you, the red of his eyes glinting. “Unless…?”

You glanced at him but continued to not meet his eyes.

Without an answer from you, he simply left the room. You didn’t stop him.

And that was generally how you’d spend your days, being stuck here in the N109 zone. Doing things that inconvenienced or possibly pissed him off, and him not doing anything about it for some reason.

How you ended up in the domain of the Onychinus leader was a funny story actually. It involved you being a thief with an eye for shiny things, and him being a dragon and therefore a hoarder of shiny things, which made him your target. Long story short, you failed and now you’re trapped in here like some stray cat that was lured into a cage by a can of tuna.

Oh, it’s not like you haven’t tried escaping. You’ve made multiple attempts actually. It’s just you’d either get lost in this damn labyrinth and end up right back to where you started, or he’d somehow find you and bring you to another room.

And then around breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he’d sit you down at the end of a long table and provide all kinds of delicious things to eat and drink. All free of charge apparently, not that you believed him. After all, nothing in this world comes for free. Why would it be any different, especially in the N109 zone?

Besides, what are you to him? Some kind of pet? This was definitely pet owner behavior…

…..

Come to think of it, he does call you kitten.

…..

You gritted your teeth as you scribbled over a sketch of him you made.

Damn dragon! Who does he think he is? How dare he make a fool of you every single time! You bet he thought he could get away with everything because he’s handsome and rich and charming and and and- Ugh, why is he so frustrating!?

“Indeed, I could ask the same of you?”

You stiffened and looked up. Sylus stood there in the doorway with a tilt of his head and the infuriating smirk on his lips, a glint in his eyes.

You looked back down and resumed your mindless scribbling in your notepad, just to show you won’t be answering to him. You hadn’t meant to speak your thoughts aloud, so you made sure to bite your inner cheek in order to control yourself.

“Aww, still with the silent treatment? I recall you were quite the talker when I first took you in.”

Hmph.

Ever since he ruined your April Fools Day “surprise”, you’ve decided to opt for the silent treatment. Can’t be beaten when you don’t give your opponent something to work with.

He sighed and came over to kneel before you. You spared him the tiniest of glances, mentally preparing yourself for whatever “attack” or”charm” he’d try against you.

“You might not believe me…” he started off softly. His deep voice almost made him sound like he was purring. “But I would never, in a million years, let you be taken hostage in a situation like that.”

… What was he trying to say now?

“Even if somehow, by some kind of misfortune, you were taken, I would spare nothing to bring you back safe and sound.”

You began to sketch hash marks instead of spirals, wondering why he was telling you this.

“Do you want to know why?”

“... I don’t,” you finally said.

He smiled sadly. “Is that so? That's too bad.”

You looked down to your paper, but then looked back up to him, seeing he hadn’t moved from his position.

It was bait. Totally bait! For what, you had no idea, but it had to be bait for something devious, no doubt!

…..

“Tell me then, since you seem to be dying to,” you mumbled reluctantly.

“Well…” In the low light of the room, his eyes glowed like rubies as he began. “There are only a few who would dare trespass into a dragon’s lair,” he said. “And even fewer can manage to steal their most prized possessions. Yet, a little kitten like you managed to steal the most precious one so easily.” He tilted his head. “I only ask that you treat it delicately. With care.”

Your lips slightly part. “... Huh?”

He shrugged, looking satisfied as if he just got something off of his chest, and then got up and headed down the hallway.

…..

The audacity of this man! You immediately dropped your sketchbook and went after him. “Wait! Wait a second! What do you mean by that? Hey, wait!”

“I meant exactly what I said,” he answered, continuing without a break in speed.

“Wait, is that why you won’t let me go? I haven’t stolen anything but- but whatever it is, I’ll return it! You can have it back!”

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway, with you almost headbutting into his back. “Sorry, kitten, but the only payment I’ll accept is something of equal value to it,” he answered.

“How would I know what’s equal in value to this precious object of yours if I don’t know what it is?” you demanded.

He smiled and playfully tapped you on the forehead. “That’s not my problem, now is it? I suggest you think about it. You’re smart enough.”

With that he turned and disappeared to who knows where. Left to your own devices, you tried to think back to his riddle.

A dragon’s horde has gold and jewels, which you most certainly have not gotten your hands on. Any of which you had was actually gifted by him, for some reason… But his most precious possession? What could that be? What could possibly be more precious to a dragon than all of the gold and jewels in the world?

Hm…

Maybe his businesses? But a mere thief such as yourself had no bearing whatever entrepreneurial endeavors he had under his belt.

Hm…

Maybe his life? But that didn’t make any sense, seeing as you couldn’t possibly kill him. Maybe something physical then. Like his wings… No. Maybe his heart?

…..

You scoffed. As if! For one, you clearly don't have his bloody beating heart in your hands- a shame really. Secondly, if he meant metaphorically, wouldn’t that sound like a roundabout way of confessing you stole his heart?

Like an “I like you” kind of way…?

…..

Ha! As if!

Hahaha…

Haha…

Ha…

But what if he did… ?

You stood there in the hallway, processing this… potential line of thought.

Wouldn’t that be nice though? That would mean he returned your-

You gripped strands of your hair in your fists. “That damn dragon!? No way! No fucking way! As if!”

At the end of the hallway, the twins, Luke and Kieran looked at each other and nodded, agreeing to their next step in getting their obstinate boss and his favorite stubborn kitten to confess their feelings for each other once and for all.

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🍎Caleb🍎

It wasn’t entirely unexpected. Your death, of course.

With your deep involvement in the secret investigations of Ever and the Fleet and their involvement with experimentation on humans and Wanderers along with other related businesses, could anyone really claim it was a surprise to anyone that you might just one day turn up dead?

Such is the life of an unfortunate hunter. You were investigating a lab until your cover was somehow blown and suddenly there was a panicked evacuation. The scientists had left a gift for you in their escape, which you had accidentally triggered in your pursuit.

BOOM!

You had been caught up in the explosion, with not a single trace of you left to be found. Nothing… except for a tracker on a body that was too mangled to be identified. But who else could it be other than you? After all, no one else was assigned to the case.

And so, there was a funeral held by the coworkers you had once been close to in honor of their fallen comrade. It was one that had to be done without a body in the casket sadly. Many tears were shed. Many flowers were placed. Many lives were changed.

The rain poured heavily against the top of his umbrella, but everything seemed weightless when one has a gravity-based evol such as his. Purple eyes read over the kind words about you left by whoever was charitable enough to commission the tombstone. For a moment, he imagined you standing there right next to him. If you were here now, what would you say? Would you have giggled at how much people had loved you in life? Would you have been sad at how your death had devastated those same people?

He tipped his hat downward as he left the graveyard, to hide his smirk.

Upon returning home, Caleb took a moment to prepare himself as he stood in front of his door. After taking a deep breath and putting on his best smile, he entered his home.

The moment he entered, he noticed something strange. His eyes narrowed.

Indeed… Someone wasn’t doing their job. Now that’s not a good thing, was it? Did he need to come up with a punishment again?

Entering further into his home, he finally found the one he’d been looking for, sleeping peacefully on the couch.

You.

Caleb kneeled down next in front of you, and tentatively touched your cheek with his left hand. Your face slightly scrunched up at the sensation but just as quickly relaxed. He couldn’t help but smile at your unconscious cuteness.

He suppose he’ll let the fact that you didn’t greet your dear husband at the door, like a good spouse should after a long day, slide this time. Relationships take time to develop and blossom, and he’s already waited this long, so might as well continue. You just didn’t understand yet how dangerous the world was. And he knew better than anyone.

It was difficult, of course, gathering information about the timing and where your top secret undercover investigation would take place, but being the colonel of the Fleet certainly had its perks. Too bad for all those people who mourned you. With the new plans and operations about to take place sometime in the near future, it was simply more convenient for you to be in a safe place where only he was allowed to enter. Now you’re just like him, dead to the world.

And he’ll keep doing whatever it takes in order to protect you and keep you in his life.

Oh… If only you could be as peaceful as this awake, then maybe, just maybe, he’d let you have a bit of freedom again. Like maybe touch some grass or watch some TV…

…..

Caleb shook his head. On second thought, he figured even years from now it would still be far too dangerous to let you interact with the world outside. He couldn’t fathom risking it. So just be obedient and stay like this with him forever, won’t you?

Might as well~

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.

.

.

.

You watched intensely as he cut his steak apart, one you so lovingly prepared after waking up. Took you all day to marinate it properly. He noticed.

“Thank you for the meal~” He gave you a lazy smile as you continued to stare at him as if waiting for something. “What? Did you put poison in here?” he joked.

You pursed your lips, still refusing to speak a word to him.

He shrugged and popped it into mouth while keeping eye contact, up until he paused and held a hand up to his throat as he started coughing.

For a moment you thought he was joking, up until he started silently gasping. In a panic, you shrieked and got up from your chair to slap his back. “Spit it out! Spit it out!”

You hadn't poisoned it!

He swallowed. And then grinned cheekily. “April Fools~”

Your lips aparted.

He wrapped his arm around your waist. “Aww~ Did I scare you- Ow! OW!”

It took utilizing his evol to stop you from nearly destroying his cheeks with your powerful pincer claws. You thought he should be grateful you hadn't thought about taking the knife from his plate as a weapon.

“Should I take away your kitchen privileges too?” he asked, holding you on his lap.

You narrowed your eyes. And pouted.

He matched your expression playfully. “Hm? If you're not going to answer properly, I might just lock up the cabinets and make you wait for me to deliver your meals. How does that sound?”

You finally shook your head.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I'll take that as a no. Fine fine, I’ll let you keep cooking. I'm glad we can come to an agreement. Now… what do you think about getting a collar…?”

[deuxcherise]

Til Death Do Us Part… ? (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, angst with happy(?) ending, mentions of death, mentions of explicit language, Love and Deepspace, probably OOC for all of them (especially Sylus), All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader had different personalities (?) with each LI, suggestive (b-because Xavier... and others, but mostly him), implied yandere content (because Caleb... and maybe another)

A/n: So usually I post on Thursday, but I just realized it was April 1st, and I just could not resist… A bit extreme? Sure. But it’s not called Love and Depression for nothin’, am I right y’all? Anyway, Happy… well if you know, you know~!

(Post-write: I realized like halfway down this draft that I lost the plot somewhat. Oh well.)

Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

It was as if the sun and moon had suddenly disappeared from the sky forevermore.

Xavier’s blue eyes were locked on your image at the other side of the room. He took a step forward, hesitated, then took another, hesitated again, and then another step. Every step he took felt heavier than the last as he passed by empty rows of foldable chairs towards you. Slowly but eventually, he made it to the front.

On a stand was a portrait of you from the head to the shoulders, held by a black frame and surrounded by white flowers. In the image, you were dressed in your hunter’s uniform. Your face was neutral, and cold, as expected of an official portrait. It was unlike the countless images on his phone and album filled with the soft smiles you shared when you commented on his cuteness or the rambunctious laughters whenever he was doing something foolish. Right below your portrait was a golden urn, filled with the last of your essence.

Xavier brought a hand up and traced the edge of your face. Deep down, even though he knew it would be impossible, deep down, he hoped that image of you would suddenly come to life and ask him what he was doing and why he looked sad.

To think he thought it would be a good idea to leave in that room while he handled the others. If only he hadn’t… if he hadn’t… You would still…

He gritted his teeth hard as those thoughts ran around and around his mind. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to mask the wound and guilt that wrapped around his heart.

He fell to his knees. One single teardrop fell to the floor, followed by another, and another, until the tears wouldn’t stop coming. During your funeral, he had only stood there on the side silently as your coworkers mourned openly. Only now, in the privacy of this empty room, he could finally grieve.

You were the love of his life.

And now… now you were gone.

All because he thought he could take care of it all on his own. In the end, he couldn’t do anything, and you of all people paid the price. It should’ve been him, he thought. It should’ve been him.

What would he do now? Go back to sleep? Die? Wait another century in the hopes that you somehow reincarnate? If so, then how would he find you? Where would he find you? Could you have already reincarnated? Ah, all this felt so-

Something poked him at the back of his head, breaking him out of his spiral. He turned around, about to tell off the person to leave him alone.

You stood there behind him, grinning goofily and cutely waving at him with both hands. “April Fools, Xavier!”

…..

All of the wrinkles had suddenly disappeared, leaving behind only his usual expressionless face as if he had been reset. The waterworks in his eyes had also stopped operating, leaving only tear stained cheeks. If you were anyone else, you would’ve missed how his eyes were just a tad wider, but you weren’t this alien’s lover for nothing!

The upturned edges of your smile started to lower as you stared back. “Um… Xavier? Hello?” You waved a hand in front of his face.

It took him a moment, but then he asked in a shaky tone, “You’re…” he gulped. “You’re not dead? Didn’t you…”

“Yeah!” you answered, half excitedly and half guiltily. “It was a joke. Everything from the explosion to the funeral and-”

“A joke? All of it?”

“Uh- Yes?”

Originally, it was born out of a pettiness for wanting to see whether or not he could be scared. Truthfully, you had planned on appearing the day afterwards, but having watched Xavier fall to his knees just made you feel all the more guilty. To lose one’s lover is a matter that shouldn’t be taken lightly, which you had realized just now.

It was as if the teartrails on his cheeks were evaporating quickly from the ember that was building in his eyes. “A joke…” he repeated.

You could hear an edge in his tone, which sent a shiver down your spine. “Y-yes?”

“.....” His dull blue eyes didn’t meet yours.

The longer he stared lifelessly, the more dread started to pile on. “X-Xavier?”

“... Huh,” he simply muttered.

You started to panic, wondering why he wasn’t saying anything else. Sure, this joke of yours might’ve been a little extreme, considering you tried to make it as realistic as possible, but it’s not like you waited for a whole day to finally appear… which is fine… right? You came right away! You’re here now, safe and sound! Right?

“Xavier?” You took a step forward, tilting your head in worry. “Are you okay?”

His face remained with his usual expression before he began to frown and sidestepped you. As he headed for the open doors, you began to really panic.

“Wait wait wait! I’m sorry!” you apologized as you followed him, grabbing his arm. “It was just a joke. I’m sorry!”

Your efforts to stop him were in vain, as he continued to head forward and his arm simply pulled your weight along no matter how roughly you dug your heels against the ground.

Your eyes became watery, knowing you messed up big time. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Please forgive me!”

Xavier wrenched his arm free from your hands, which sent a pang to your heart, and took the double doors to the room and closed them, much to your confusion. With a click of the locks, he then turned around and placed a heavy gaze on you.

“All of this… was cruel of you,” he said. “Did you know… how much it hurt me when I believed you had died.”

You got on your knees and clasped your hands together in atonement. “I know. I know I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I promise I will never do it again. Please forgive me.  I-I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

He crouched down in front of you and raised his eyebrows, face still showcasing distrust. “Promise?”

You met his eyes with determination. “I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!”

He frowned. Realizing what you just said, you quickly fixed it with, “Sorry. I won’t joke about dying again!”

“Hm…” He pondered for a moment. “You… said you’ll do anything… right?”

You nodded. “Yes! Yes, anything.”

He sat down and wrapped his arms around you before he pulled you onto his lap. “Then, I won’t forgive you. Just yet.”

With furrowed brows at his contrasting behavior, you pursed your lips, hands placed on his shoulders. “Why not?”

His eyelids lowered as his gaze remained, while his hands shifted towards the sides of your waist, only to press you downwards.

Feeling a certain body part against your bottom, your eyes go wide as a blush spreads across your face. “Xavier?”

“I won’t forgive you just yet,” he repeated, though the unspoken words were quite loud and clear from how his eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips to your chest to your pelvis before meeting your eyes again. “Not until you make it up to me.”

“There are cameras here!” you whispered harshly, mortified at his shamelessness. It wasn’t like you weren’t willing, but certain… nightly activities should certainly be done within private rooms. Especially not in a funeral home.

Suddenly the lights in the room switched off. With not a single window and with the locked doors, the room was pitch black. Perfect for performing any kind of deed without witnesses or distractions.

Despite not being able to see his face, you could hear the smirk in his voice as he asked, “How about now?”

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

☃️Zayne☃️

As he sat at your side, Zayne couldn’t stop the frost from forming fractals on the skin of his hands as he mournfully stared at your form.

You looked peaceful. Your eyes were closed, like you were fast asleep. However, your lips were pale- too pale- as if you’d been outside in the snow for far too long. Your chest lacked movement, and despite being in a hospital room, it was far too quiet. Too silent. Like the dead of winter.

He was disturbed. It was you and yet somehow he couldn’t believe it was you. Regardless, his eyes didn’t dare stray from you. One of his hands was wrapped around yours, refusing to let go even when he couldn’t feel your warmth anymore.

When you were admitted, the reason the hospital wouldn’t allow him to operate on you was cited to be a potential conflict of interest. You weren’t lovers, but to his coworkers who witnessed the way he looked at you from behind, your relationship had to be more than simply friends as you had both claimed to be.

Zayne was waiting for the right time to bring that up actually, to take things further than these longing glances and fleeting touches he had previously allowed himself when it came to you. He had often wondered what you would have responded with. Would you have felt the same? Would you have been disgusted by him?

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the frost build on his eyelashes, as he took a deep and shuddery breath. Now that you’re… gone, he suppose he’ll never know.

All he could do now, he figured, was hunt down both the surgeon who failed to save you and the wanderer who caused your wounds in the first place. He had nothing to lose, now that you’re no longer here. Unbeknownst to most people, he held himself back quite a lot. He’ll show them that not only did he have the ability to save lives, but he could just as easily take them-

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He exhaled heavily and opened his eyes. He didn’t want to go home, even though it was so late into the night. He wanted to stay here with you as much as he could, but he knew rules were rules.

“I apologize for the inconvenience,” he muttered as he got up and turned around.

There behind him you stood, the most goofiest smile on your face and a hand held up in greeting. “Hi~”

He paused.

“April Fool’s! Hehe~”

He stared, the cogs in his brain malfunctioning at the sight of you.

You started to get concerned, dropping your smile. “Zayne. Zayne, are you okay? Did I go too far? I’m sorry.”

“.....” He looked between the body that looked like you laying lifelessly on the bed, and the you standing in front of him visibly alive and with color in your eyes, cheeks, and lips.

“Zayne?”

He slowly but surely raised a hand and placed it against your cheek. It was warm. You were alive. You were real.

“Z-Zayne?”

“Are you real?” he whispered.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and worry. “Yes?”

“You’re… alive?”

The broken sound in his usually monotone voice sent a pang to your heart as you realized you most likely went too far.. You press a hand on the outside of his hand and press your cheek against his palm. “Yes, Zayne. I’m alive. I’m sorry I played this kind of joke on you.”

“Then…” He turned towards the body. “How did you…”

“A fake. I might’ve convinced some of your coworkers here to play into it. I’m sorry…”

He turned back to you, placed his other hand against your other cheek, and then leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his passion-filled eyes closed.

Your eyes went wide before slowly closing them as you melted into the kiss. Wordlessly, the unspoken feelings between the both of you, which had been kept apart by a once solid wall of ice, finally melded together into one. Once your lips separated for a moment of air, he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

“Please… Please never do this ever again,” he pleaded.

You nodded. “I promise to never do this again.”

With that vow made, he captured your lips again, walking you backwards until you felt the wall behind you. You broke the kiss, remembering where you were. “Zayne-”

He captured your lips once more, heatedly. This time he wasn’t going to stop. After all, it wasn’t like there was anyone here at this late hour. He really held himself back a lot, you know?

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🐡Rafayel🐡

The ocean had never sounded as miserable as it did, as the waves crashed against the shore and raged against the whips of an incoming storm.

Sat on the drier part of the shore, Rafayel wrapped a hand around a mound of sand, raised his arm and opened his hand, allowing the grains to escape between his splayed fingers.

Had it been a week already? A week since he had received the terrible news that you had been lost at sea during a mission?

He had warned you. Being secretly a creature of the deep, he knew and he had warned you. He literally threw away his pride to go down on his knees for you and plead for you not to go, even going so far as to pull the pitiful and weak artist card just to keep you at his side as the bodyguard he hired you to be.

And what did you do? 

You ignored him as always, and went anyway.

And now, you were gone. Lost. MIA. Unable to be located, even by the best technology.

Stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid- Why were you so stubbornly stupid!?

Once again, he pressed his hand against his eyes to stop himself from tearing up. Shoot! His eyes were already red and swollen. If you had just been a good bodyguard and listened to him like he paid you to, you wouldn’t be gone and he wouldn’t be sitting here every single day like some dog waiting for his owner to return.

That’s not like him at all! Did you think he’d just throw out his cool and mysterious image for just anybody? No! How could you do this to him!? He should make you pay for your sins!

…..

He sighed. He would make you pay, if only you returned to him safe and sound…

“No,” he said, as he shook his head. He looked out towards the sea with a heavy longing in gaze. “When you return to me, I will make sure to take you to the finest restaurants in town and let you stuff your silly face with all of the food you could ever want. Sounds good, right? Right. Now just be a good bodyguard and come back to me already…”

“Oh, really? Well, I’m back now, so you better mean it. I’m starved!”

Rafayel twisted his head around so fast, you almost thought it would unscrew by itself and pop off like a bottle cap.

There you were behind him, a dopey smile on your face and dressed in semi-casual clothing. Less conspicuous than a hunter’s uniform but had clever areas to hide weapons in case of an emergency. As expected of a competent bodyguard, seeing as you managed to sneak up behind him.

He stared with a shocked expression. “.....”

Leaned over with your hands on your knees, you blinked and tilted your head. “Rafayel? You okay?”

He seemed to finally process your presence when he scrambled to stand up and grabbed you by the shoulders. “HOW DARE YOU!?” he screeched, shaking you back and forth violently.

“WHAT! DID! I! DO?” you shouted back in between shakes, starting to feel sick.

He released you, which made you crumble onto the sand. He breathed heavily, looking here and there as if searching for the words and biting his lips every so often as tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly blinked them away and pointed at you. “Where the hell have you been? How could you have abandoned me? You’re supposed to be by my side!”

You sat up, resting your hands behind you as you gave him an exasperated look. “What do you mean? I told you that I was needed on a mission.”

“Yeah? The mission I told you not to go to? Huh?? I even begged you not to go! Don’t you know how humiliating it was!?”

“I'm sorry, but it’s not like I had a choice!”

He pointed at himself, voice becoming more shrill. “What if I got kidnapped when you were gone? Or- or died?”

You both knew of his hidden occupation. There was no way a simple artist like he claimed to be could have had as many underworld connections as he had without spilling any blood. This was why his “pitiful and weak artist” card never worked. You simply gave him an incredulous look.

He gasped at your audacity. “You… you wouldn’t care if I was dead!?”he pushed.

You quickly picked yourself up and corrected him. “You’re wrong! I would definitely care if you died. It would break my heart if you did, especially while I was gone.”

He crossed his arms and turned his head with a pout. His ears were turning pink. “Hmph. Doesn’t seem like it. Didn’t you think of messaging me to let me know that you were alright? Maybe sending a seashell or something? Anything? So I wouldn’t be sitting out here like some stupid guppy.”

Prior to announcing your presence, you had seen him looking wistful and it did a number on your heart to see your dear fishy sorrowful. “I’m really sorry-”

“Oh! And did you know today’s the first of April? You know what it means? April Fool's Day!” he mentioned, cutting you off. “M-maybe I should’ve done something cruel like pretend I was dead when you came back, just so you would understand! Tch, even a brainless mola mola knows better than you. How could you- Ugh!”

You resisted rolling your eyes at his childish threat. You simply gave up and just spread your arms and wrapped them around him.

“W-what are you doing? You think I'll forgive you just like that?”

You nuzzled against him. “I’m really, really sorry. I’ll make sure to update you every so often next time. So that you won’t think I’m dead next time.”

His ears burned red as he refused to make eye contact. Despite his seeming reluctance to reciprocate your gesture, he wasn’t pushing you away. “You better… I’ll really give you something to worry about if you don’t.”

“Okie~”

As you continued to hold onto him, and despite enjoying the physical affection, he scoffed. “... I didn’t pay you to be such a touchy bodyguard.”

You released him. “Ah, sorry-”

He cut you off. “Did I tell you to stop hugging me?? What? You’re being cheap now? Fine! I’ll pay you double!”

Rafayel pulled you into his arms, which you then reciprocated happily as you felt him nuzzle his cheek against yours. It was nice, because they felt very squishable! You then began to feel him trace the tip of his nose against your ear and the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.

You craned your neck slightly, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “H-hey! Your breath is tickling me.”

“It's been too long… Don't you know us Lemurian get lonely too easily…?”

The more you giggled and tried to escape his ticklish sniffing, the more off balance the both of you became until you both toppled onto the sand below. Your cheeks began to heat up as he continued to drown in your scent.

“I need more…” he whimpered, like he had a thirst. “Lots more… Gimme…”

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

The infamous leader of the Onychinus watched as a gun was pointed at the side of your head. Your hands and legs were securely tied to a chair, your head lolling forward as if barely conscious.

“If you want us to return them safe and sound, you better pay up the ransom as quickly as you can. Or else!” threatened a masked figure.

Sylus watched with nonchalance, wordlessly.

“I’m warning you!”

Red eyes momentarily drifted towards the glass in his hand. He rolled his wrist, moving the red wine in his glass around and around. Still, he remained silent.

“Times’ up!”

BANG!

The masked kidnapper pulled the trigger, sending the contents of your head splattering outwards in red chunks.

Click.

With a switch of an on/off button on the remote control , Sylus turned off the TV. He placed it down before he said, “If that was your idea of an April Fool’s prank, I must say that this was in… poor taste.”

You turned your head, refusing to look at him out of defiance and admittedly, embarrassment. You sat up straight, with your hands balled in fists on your lap, like a cat raising its hair. “Hmph.”

“So, what was that about? Hm?”

“.....”

“What? Cat got your tongue, kitten?” he teased.

The two of you were sitting together on a loveseat in the living room. Somehow the damn dragon had gotten his hands on your little “gift” in advance without your knowledge, ruining your entire April Fools’ Day plan. It was a suggestion made by the twins, Luke and Kieran, one which you had hoped to pull off in an effort to… well… make him do something. Like save you or even to react in fear, or something.

For what reason, one may ask? That’s… a secret. One that you would never admit to, even to yourself. Never.

He sighed. “I guess you won’t tell me…” He got off the couch and started heading towards the door until he turned around and peered at you, the red of his eyes glinting. “Unless…?”

You glanced at him but continued to not meet his eyes.

Without an answer from you, he simply left the room. You didn’t stop him.

And that was generally how you’d spend your days, being stuck here in the N109 zone. Doing things that inconvenienced or possibly pissed him off, and him not doing anything about it for some reason.

How you ended up in the domain of the Onychinus leader was a funny story actually. It involved you being a thief with an eye for shiny things, and him being a dragon and therefore a hoarder of shiny things, which made him your target. Long story short, you failed and now you’re trapped in here like some stray cat that was lured into a cage by a can of tuna.

Oh, it’s not like you haven’t tried escaping. You’ve made multiple attempts actually. It’s just you’d either get lost in this damn labyrinth and end up right back to where you started, or he’d somehow find you and bring you to another room.

And then around breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he’d sit you down at the end of a long table and provide all kinds of delicious things to eat and drink. All free of charge apparently, not that you believed him. After all, nothing in this world comes for free. Why would it be any different, especially in the N109 zone?

Besides, what are you to him? Some kind of pet? This was definitely pet owner behavior…

…..

Come to think of it, he does call you kitten.

…..

You gritted your teeth as you scribbled over a sketch of him you made.

Damn dragon! Who does he think he is? How dare he make a fool of you every single time! You bet he thought he could get away with everything because he’s handsome and rich and charming and and and- Ugh, why is he so frustrating!?

“Indeed, I could ask the same of you?”

You stiffened and looked up. Sylus stood there in the doorway with a tilt of his head and the infuriating smirk on his lips, a glint in his eyes.

You looked back down and resumed your mindless scribbling in your notepad, just to show you won’t be answering to him. You hadn’t meant to speak your thoughts aloud, so you made sure to bite your inner cheek in order to control yourself.

“Aww, still with the silent treatment? I recall you were quite the talker when I first took you in.”

Hmph.

Ever since he ruined your April Fools Day “surprise”, you’ve decided to opt for the silent treatment. Can’t be beaten when you don’t give your opponent something to work with.

He sighed and came over to kneel before you. You spared him the tiniest of glances, mentally preparing yourself for whatever “attack” or”charm” he’d try against you.

“You might not believe me…” he started off softly. His deep voice almost made him sound like he was purring. “But I would never, in a million years, let you be taken hostage in a situation like that.”

… What was he trying to say now?

“Even if somehow, by some kind of misfortune, you were taken, I would spare nothing to bring you back safe and sound.”

You began to sketch hash marks instead of spirals, wondering why he was telling you this.

“Do you want to know why?”

“... I don’t,” you finally said.

He smiled sadly. “Is that so? That's too bad.”

You looked down to your paper, but then looked back up to him, seeing he hadn’t moved from his position.

It was bait. Totally bait! For what, you had no idea, but it had to be bait for something devious, no doubt!

…..

“Tell me then, since you seem to be dying to,” you mumbled reluctantly.

“Well…” In the low light of the room, his eyes glowed like rubies as he began. “There are only a few who would dare trespass into a dragon’s lair,” he said. “And even fewer can manage to steal their most prized possessions. Yet, a little kitten like you managed to steal the most precious one so easily.” He tilted his head. “I only ask that you treat it delicately. With care.”

Your lips slightly part. “... Huh?”

He shrugged, looking satisfied as if he just got something off of his chest, and then got up and headed down the hallway.

…..

The audacity of this man! You immediately dropped your sketchbook and went after him. “Wait! Wait a second! What do you mean by that? Hey, wait!”

“I meant exactly what I said,” he answered, continuing without a break in speed.

“Wait, is that why you won’t let me go? I haven’t stolen anything but- but whatever it is, I’ll return it! You can have it back!”

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway, with you almost headbutting into his back. “Sorry, kitten, but the only payment I’ll accept is something of equal value to it,” he answered.

“How would I know what’s equal in value to this precious object of yours if I don���t know what it is?” you demanded.

He smiled and playfully tapped you on the forehead. “That’s not my problem, now is it? I suggest you think about it. You’re smart enough.”

With that he turned and disappeared to who knows where. Left to your own devices, you tried to think back to his riddle.

A dragon’s horde has gold and jewels, which you most certainly have not gotten your hands on. Any of which you had was actually gifted by him, for some reason… But his most precious possession? What could that be? What could possibly be more precious to a dragon than all of the gold and jewels in the world?

Hm…

Maybe his businesses? But a mere thief such as yourself had no bearing whatever entrepreneurial endeavors he had under his belt.

Hm…

Maybe his life? But that didn’t make any sense, seeing as you couldn’t possibly kill him. Maybe something physical then. Like his wings… No. Maybe his heart?

…..

You scoffed. As if! For one, you clearly don't have his bloody beating heart in your hands- a shame really. Secondly, if he meant metaphorically, wouldn’t that sound like a roundabout way of confessing you stole his heart?

Like an “I like you” kind of way…?

…..

Ha! As if!

Hahaha…

Haha…

Ha…

But what if he did… ?

You stood there in the hallway, processing this… potential line of thought.

Wouldn’t that be nice though? That would mean he returned your-

You gripped strands of your hair in your fists. “That damn dragon!? No way! No fucking way! As if!”

At the end of the hallway, the twins, Luke and Kieran looked at each other and nodded, agreeing to their next step in getting their obstinate boss and his favorite stubborn kitten to confess their feelings for each other once and for all.

-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

🍎Caleb🍎

It wasn’t entirely unexpected. Your death, of course.

With your deep involvement in the secret investigations of Ever and the Fleet and their involvement with experimentation on humans and Wanderers along with other related businesses, could anyone really claim it was a surprise to anyone that you might just one day turn up dead?

Such is the life of an unfortunate hunter. You were investigating a lab until your cover was somehow blown and suddenly there was a panicked evacuation. The scientists had left a gift for you in their escape, which you had accidentally triggered in your pursuit.

BOOM!

You had been caught up in the explosion, with not a single trace of you left to be found. Nothing… except for a tracker on a body that was too mangled to be identified. But who else could it be other than you? After all, no one else was assigned to the case.

And so, there was a funeral held by the coworkers you had once been close to in honor of their fallen comrade. It was one that had to be done without a body in the casket sadly. Many tears were shed. Many flowers were placed. Many lives were changed.

The rain poured heavily against the top of his umbrella, but everything seemed weightless when one has a gravity-based evol such as his. Purple eyes read over the kind words about you left by whoever was charitable enough to commission the tombstone. For a moment, he imagined you standing there right next to him. If you were here now, what would you say? Would you have giggled at how much people had loved you in life? Would you have been sad at how your death had devastated those same people?

He tipped his hat downward as he left the graveyard, to hide his smirk.

Upon returning home, Caleb took a moment to prepare himself as he stood in front of his door. After taking a deep breath and putting on his best smile, he entered his home.

The moment he entered, he noticed something strange. His eyes narrowed.

Indeed… Someone wasn’t doing their job. Now that’s not a good thing, was it? Did he need to come up with a punishment again?

Entering further into his home, he finally found the one he’d been looking for, sleeping peacefully on the couch.

You.

Caleb kneeled down next in front of you, and tentatively touched your cheek with his left hand. Your face slightly scrunched up at the sensation but just as quickly relaxed. He couldn’t help but smile at your unconscious cuteness.

He suppose he’ll let the fact that you didn’t greet your dear husband at the door, like a good spouse should after a long day, slide this time. Relationships take time to develop and blossom, and he’s already waited this long, so might as well continue. You just didn’t understand yet how dangerous the world was. And he knew better than anyone.

It was difficult, of course, gathering information about the timing and where your top secret undercover investigation would take place, but being the colonel of the Fleet certainly had its perks. Too bad for all those people who mourned you. With the new plans and operations about to take place sometime in the near future, it was simply more convenient for you to be in a safe place where only he was allowed to enter. Now you’re just like him, dead to the world.

And he’ll keep doing whatever it takes in order to protect you and keep you in his life.

Oh… If only you could be as peaceful as this awake, then maybe, just maybe, he’d let you have a bit of freedom again. Like maybe touch some grass or watch some TV…

…..

Caleb shook his head. On second thought, he figured even years from now it would still be far too dangerous to let you interact with the world outside. He couldn’t fathom risking it. So just be obedient and stay like this with him forever, won’t you?

Might as well~

.

.

.

.

.

You watched intensely as he cut his steak apart, one you so lovingly prepared after waking up. Took you all day to marinate it properly. He noticed.

“Thank you for the meal~” He gave you a lazy smile as you continued to stare at him as if waiting for something. “What? Did you put poison in here?” he joked.

You pursed your lips, still refusing to speak a word to him.

He shrugged and popped it into mouth while keeping eye contact, up until he paused and held a hand up to his throat as he started coughing.

For a moment you thought he was joking, up until he started silently gasping. In a panic, you shrieked and got up from your chair to slap his back. “Spit it out! Spit it out!”

You hadn't poisoned it!

He swallowed. And then grinned cheekily. “April Fools~”

Your lips aparted.

He wrapped his arm around your waist. “Aww~ Did I scare you- Ow! OW!”

It took utilizing his evol to stop you from nearly destroying his cheeks with your powerful pincer claws. You thought he should be grateful you hadn't thought about taking the knife from his plate as a weapon.

“Should I take away your kitchen privileges too?” he asked, holding you on his lap.

You narrowed your eyes. And pouted.

He matched your expression playfully. “Hm? If you're not going to answer properly, I might just lock up the cabinets and make you wait for me to deliver your meals. How does that sound?”

You finally shook your head.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I'll take that as a no. Fine fine, I’ll let you keep cooking. I'm glad we can come to an agreement. Now… what do you think about getting a collar…?”

[deuxcherise]

WISH ME LUCK!! 🌠🌠🌠🍎🍎🍎

I'M GONNA PULL 150 AND NO ONE CAN STOP MEEEE-

Edit (07:04): I did it.

Love and Deepspace:

Me: It's all pixels and gimmicks and consumerism. It's more responsible to save money. Also remember the last time you spent that much money on a man?

Also Me: I MISSED THE LAST CALEB DROP, GOSH DARN IT. Also 2D men haven't broken my heart like 3d men have. Those writers need to be promoted. Eff it.

*buys the 99.99 diamond package*

[deuxcherise]

Otterly Unstoppable

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, OCs, yandere male, yandere female, hostage situation, threats, mentions death, mentions blood, mentions religion, no fluff, no comfort, trauma triggers, reader insert, gender neutral reader, includes a picture of a helicopter (you’ll see why~) A/n: So I was debating with myself over and over regarding this chapter, because basically more interesting things will happen in the next chapter, considering where we left off in the previous chapter, so… anyway, here it is this chapter after a long, long time haha :D Masterlist | Part 7, Part 8 (you're here!), Part 9 (not yet!)

[Several hours earlier…]

A manicured finger taps on the screen of their phone, turning on the speaker to play some soft jazz. They then toss the phone over to the glass table, balancing a wine glass full of Boulevardier in one hand, as they relax on a velvety loveseat. They let out a blissful sigh as they view the distant illumination of Agobury in the distance.

Briiiing! Briiiing!

An incoming call breaks the soothing atmosphere, much to this person’s irritation. However, this call isn’t, by any means, unexpected. Half annoyed yet anticipating, they reach over to the nearest table and pick up their phone. “Good to know you’re literate, haha~”

“Really?” asks the voice on the line, exasperated. “I mean, really? I get the secrecy, and all that shit, but jeez!”

“Aww~ You didn’t like my envelope? I picked it out especially for you~”

“Did you have to send it in a rotting corpse? Even I think that’s cruel.”

“Hmm…” This person shifts their phone to the other side of their face. They pucker their lips and say with a haughty baby voice, “But you must understand~ That one was already on the verge of death. Poor thing asked to be used for the greater good, and I simply accepted its request~ Gave it purpose.”

“You-”

A smirk replaces the puckering, and their original tone returns. “Oh, my apologies.” They sigh in a patronizing manner as they look at their manicured nails, admiring how the shimmery blue hasn’t yet chipped despite being painted about a month ago. “Didn’t mean to hit a nerve~”

The sound of grinding teeth can be heard through the phone, spreading this person’s grin wider.

“... You received the payment, right?” asks the voice on the line. “You better leave us alone tonight, or I swear I’ll find you and tear you apart myself!”

This person pauses for a split second before bursting into laughter, sitting up to clutch their stomach. They listen to the voice on the line growl before they answer with a few leftover giggles. “Is that so, little rat?” they say, adding the last part with as much disgust as one would have discovering a corpse covered in maggots.

“Hey hey hey! Who ya calling a rat, ya whale?”

“Considering whales are my territory,” they flick at their nail, “That isn’t really an insult-”

“Oh shut up shut up shut up!”

This person scoffs in amusement before they stand up, and walk around the couch to sashay towards the window spanning from wall to wall. This isn’t the window facing the city, instead it displays a certain cruise ship in the distance centerview. “And all of this trouble. Just for…?”

“I said shut up!”

“You Ermines are such a… Mmm, how do you say…? Ah. Stains upon humanity’s magnificence.”

The voice on the line chooses to ignore this person’s comment. “Until the sun rises, this part of the sea is mine, got it?”

“Oh no, little otter.” They place a hand against the glass, feeling the cool night sea air through it. “All of the sea is and will always be mine, understand? All I can guarantee is that you, and that brother you’re obsessed with, are safe from me and my ocean. Not that you both need it anyway,” they chuckle. “Now others…” They hum. “I suppose I shall see to it that they don’t get in the way. As part of our… arrangement. For now.”

“You better.”

With that, the voice on the line hangs up, just in time for another caller to come in. Despite not having a name on the screen, this person takes no time in answering. “And who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?”

“Verona Marcet, Sovereign of the Port, I demand a temporary alliance.”

This person smirks, eyes wide with an eyebrow raised. “My, my~ Such… audacity. I can’t remember the last time I spoke to a devil…”

-----🔔-----

[In the storage room…]

Had you not received such comforting headpats from the stranger, this uncomfortable potato sack over your head would have aided in your asphyxiation. However…

You jerk your head away. “Don’t touch me,” you snap.

Whatever little oxygen your body managed to finally absorb and transport through your bloodstream into your brain, cleared up your mind and restored your sense of danger.

“Oh! Sorry~” sings the voice. “But you’re welcome~”

You swing a leg towards the stranger, hitting nothing. You immediately fold your legs back to your body as close as possible as you squish your back against the pole using your tied wrists. Whoever this person is, although they aren’t touching you at all, somehow you can tell they are either standing or sitting very close to you. Closer than you prefer at all. 

You attempt to wiggle your arms but the rough material of the ropes only serve to rub painfully against your inflamed skin. “So, um,” you start, an accidental shudder in your voice, “Are you here to help me out or are you here to mess around? ‘Cause if you are, I’ll-”

“Oh, of course I’m here to help you out!” the voice cuts in. “But first let me introduce myself. Hi there, nice to meet you. I’m God.”

…..

You blink. “... You’re what?”

“God?” the voice repeats. “You know, like the Almighty Father? Father of Jesus Christ. Or if you’re not Christian or Catholic or-”

“Listen, I’m not in the mood for any games,” you interrupt. “And God isn’t real,” Couldn’t be. Not in this world anyway.

“Whaaa? Okay, okay.” They clear their throat. “That’s fine, that’s fine. Different religions, right? Uh…” You hear fingers snapping. “Allah.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” you snap. “By any chance, can you take the sack off my head? It’s kind of hard to breathe.”

“Well… there are a few differences, and also not. But anyway!” Another finger snap. “Ah! Okay, one of the gods.”

Does this person take me for an idiot? “... No.”

“Haha, you got me~” Their voice sounds like they are losing their cool with the pitchiness of their voice. “Such a smart cookie~ Well, ding ding ding, I’m none of the above. Lucky for you, I’m actually an angel!”

… Is this what my life is now? Being stuck with a lunatic? Or am I already dead and this is my hell?

“If God doesn’t exist, angels don’t exist either.”

“What? But…” The voice groans, before perking back up. “Fairy godperson?”

If something hasn’t already snapped inside of you at this point with all of the bullshit you’ve had to endure, this person was getting real close to becoming that one straw.

“Listen. I don’t give a damn about what you are, but if you’re just here to mess around, I’d rather you kill me now or let me go down like that movie about a giant ship that hits an iceberg, okay? So either you’re helping me out, or just leave me the fuck alone. And I swear if you try anything, and I mean anything-”

“Hey, w-wait a second! I didn’t come here to bring any harm to you,” the voice cuts in, placing their hands on your shoulders. “Really.”

If you were in a different situation, you would’ve taken the gesture as comforting. Instead, you shake them off in fear. “I said don’t touch me.”

“Sorry, sorry. Like I said, I don’t mean to hurt you in any way.”

“Oh really?” You roll your eyes, knowing they can’t see them. “Then how about you start with taking off this bag then, if you want to be so helpful?”

“I… I can’t.”

You click your tongue in disappointment. And all that talk about being an angel… Stupid. Why do I have to suffer? you think.

“Hey! I am actually an angel! And the reason I can’t take off that bag is because humans aren’t allowed to actually see us, and you definitely could in this situation because I currently in my physical form and that’s why I can touch you but- but-”

You sigh. “Okay… So what can you do?”

“Well… I could free you and guide you to the top of the deck?”

“I’ll take that.”

“B-but you’ll have to wear the sack over your head the entire time, or else I can’t help you. At all.”

“... Fine.”

-----🔔-----

[Somewhere on the ship’s deck…]

The night air is cool and sweet on this ship amongst these gentle waters, unlike the brewing clouds a distance away. It is a pity that even within the Marcet’s vast dominion, there is nothing that can be done about the skies. Luckily, it will be hours before the storm arrives. Everything is perfect.

Eren smiles fondly in anticipation. When was the last time they’ve met in person, or at all? Since graduation? He sighs blissfully as he looks out across the water. It’s strange to be so far from the city, but he wouldn’t mind if the illuminated silhouette of Agobury was the last thing he sees.

“EREEEEN!”

Eren turns towards the sound of his name and throws his hands out in a welcoming manner. “ERIS!”

CRUSSSHHH!

Eren jumps backwards to escape Eris’s meteor landing, which destroys a large portion of the deck. Eris stands up slowly, eyes blown out, teeth bared in fury.

“WHERE ARE THEY?” he growls.

Eren laughs out loud to the point of shrieking. “IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU! HOW. HAVE. YOU. BEEN!?”

Upon shouting the last word, Eren launches himself and throws a punch. Eris dodges before taking Eren’s arm and flipping him over to slam him down onto the floor. Just in time, Eren slams his feet down to stabilize his body before he utilizes the momentum and grasps onto Eris’s arm. He jumps up and flips over, wrapping his legs around Eris’ neck in a chokehold. Eris takes a few steps back in slight shock and sudden lack of air, and then immediately launches himself backwards to the ground headfirst, taking down Eren with him.

Upon impact, Eren receives a concussion to the back of his head, making him automatically release Eris. Eris rolls away to the left and stops on all fours, coughing for air. When he finally catches his breath, he looks over to find Eren missing.

“HA!”

Eris quickly rolls to the right, just in time to dodge a knife attack from Eren.

“Why. Don’t. You. Just. Stay. Still?” Eren snarls as he unsuccessfully stabs his knife down at Eris with every word.

“I don’t have time for this!” Eris shouts as he continues to dodge.

Eren stops for a few seconds and laughs maniacally. “Nonsense! We have all the time in the world! Just you and me! Just like old times!”

-----🔔-----

[One of the ship’s hallways…]

“Keep moving forward.”

Your fingers slide against the cool surface of the metal wall as you navigate through the hallways blindly, occasionally brushing over door frames and door handles to empty rooms. Through the tiny patches of the sack, you can make out vague blocks of light and shadow. Regardless, it’s not like you can see anything. You thank whatever bit of luck your stars have that the psychopathic little brother of Eris chose to go with a cruise ship, considering you could’ve had less space to hide. It’s just a fancy hotel in the water, right?

“Stop.”

You press your back against the wall as you hear the sound of heavy boots— a few patrolling guards passing by. It seems like there is no one on this ship, except for you, Eris’s lunatic brother, and the numerous patrol guards.

Oh, and that fake angel.

“Would you—

“Aish!” you harshly whisper with a jolt. Having an invisible entity whispering right into your ear from behind really makes your heart skip a beat, and not a good way.

Sorry, sorry. Would please stop calling me a fake angel?” the stranger whispered.

“Then-” You cut yourself off, fearful of the guards picking up your voice. Instead, you make two fists in front of your chest and make them nod, before pointing yourself, and then splaying out with your fingers with a folded thumb and tapping the side of your index finger against your chin perpendicularly.

“Oh. Yeah, you can talk now. No one’s here.”

You lift up the potato sack outwards to breathe properly. “If you’re really an ‘angel’, shouldn’t you talk to me telepathically? The guards will hear you.”

“Ah nah. It’s fine~ Only you can hear my voice.”

At this, the voice suddenly shouted, making you jolt and launch a punch towards where you believe the source is. Of course, your punch lands against thin air.

Why??

“See? Nobody except you. Also~ I’ve made myself invisible, so no one can see me either.”

“.....”

“.....”

“.....”

“(Y/n)?”

“Then why the hell am-”

You feel a hand slap over the potato sack back over your mouth, just as you hear more heavy boots pass by.

"Thought I heard something," one guard mutters.

"Probably one of the rats," the other replies, voice bored.

After they leave, the sensation of the hand disappears and you hear the stranger release a sigh of relief.

“It’s so in case I need to help you out. Physically,” the stranger explains. “And if you see me, even for just a brief second, I’ll have to leave.”

You make a gesture of confusion.

“Yep. I know. It’s weird. I’ll explain it when we have the time. Anyway, go forward until you reach the end of the hall and then go left.”

You head left at the end of the hallway.

“Left.”

Every time your shoulder clips a wall as you turn or accidentally almost trip over yourself, your breath hitches, and you have to resist the urge to swear, lest you accidentally alert any guards of your presence.

“Left.”

That’s a lot of lefts… you think suspiciously.

“I know, but I assure you this is the right way.”

Okay…

You turn left. You slightly cringe as each one of your steps make the floors groan. Down here, in the ship’s underbelly, it’s all waterlogged silence, accompanied by the the scent of old carpets and metal.

“Stop. Crouch down.”

You freeze just before you reach the end of a corner and immediately obey. Two sets of boots pad by, just as your pulse jumps into your throat.

After a moment or two, the stranger commands, “Okay. Go forward! Quickly! Up the stairs.”

You move, hands out in front of you as you scramble up the stairs. You lunge forward, find the handle, twist. You don’t know how much luck you’ve been using, but the door swings open. You then shut it behind you, back pressed tightly to the cool wall.

“Right turn coming. Count four steps. Then stop.”

You count in your head. Each step, a beat in your ribs. At four, you stop. Silence swells. You strain to hear anything—anything—but there’s nothing. No engines. No hum. Has this ship been anchored?

“There’s a guard down the next corridor. He’s not looking your way. Walk fast, but don’t run. No hesitation. Go.”

Your hands shake, but you move. One hallway gives way to another. The carpet changes color beneath your feet—you guess red, maybe. The air grows colder. Cleaner. You begin to feel more of the rocking of the waves around this large metal vessel.

“Good,” the voice murmurs. “Now keep going. The stairwell is two doors down. You’re almost there.”

You swallow, nodding.

-----🔔-----

[On the ship’s deck…]

Eren swings a fist, only for Eris to grasp it and throw him down onto the floor. Before Eren can get up, Eris climbs over him and wraps his fingers around his brother’s neck.

Eren smiles and cackles while being choked, clawing at Eris’s arm. “Do it! Do it!” he badgers.

Eris grits his teeth angrily as he squeezes his fingers tighter and tighter, watching Eren’s slowly eyes roll back.

Bam!

You slam open the door, gasping for air. The two pause and look over in confusion. The second you throw the suffocating potato sack off, Eris’s face breaks into pure ecstasy as he lays eyes on you, immediately releasing Eren’s neck and running over like a long lost puppy.

“My love! Are you okay?” he shouts as he makes his way over, arms stretched out. Your eyes go wide just as his fingers are just a hair away. “You-”

Just when he makes it over to you, a knife appears right through the left side of his chest. Eris looks down in confusion as he uncontrollably spits out a mouthful of blood. Red spills down his front like an uncorked bottle of wine.

“HahAhaAHaha! What are you doing? You don’t just leave in the middle of a fight,” Eren mocks from behind, twisting the knife deeper into Eris.

Eris looks back up to you with scrunched eyebrows and reaches out for you, as if soundlessly telling you to look away just before his body collapses onto you. Eren quickly grabs him by the shoulders and throws him out of the way, swiftly getting behind you and wrapping his arm around you to point the knife to your neck. You pressed your nails in his arm, trying to kick backwards at his shins, only becoming still when the sharp object makes a shallow cut in your skin.

“Hey hey hey, Eris!” Eren calls out to Eris, who struggles on the ground to keep his eyes on the both of you as blood pours through between his fingers on his chest. “Lookie here! If you don’t-

BANG!

“EREN!” Eris screams.

For half a second, you’re fearfully looking at Eris’s face. In the second half, the side of your face is covered with chunks of flesh and blood. The arm wrapped around you loosens and the pressure against your neck disappears. You hear the echo of the clatter of the knife on the ground and a heavy thump behind you. The side of your face feels wet and hot and wet and slimy and hot. You place a hand on it and bring it to the front. Your hand is stained with red. You begin to hear a pounding in your eyes as your mind tries its best to register what you’ve just witnessed. Eris’s wide eyes and open mouth doesn’t help at all. Do you even dare turn around, when you can imagine what you’ll find?

Then you hear it. A loud whipping sound above you, cutting the air. A helicopter. And a familiar face. A very, very familiar face getting closer and closer and closer.

“(Y/n)!”

You freeze. It’s her. It’s her.

No.

NO.

Lyn hops off the helicopter before it properly lands on the remnants of the destroyed deck, and paces towards you with the coldest smile you have ever witnessed in your life. The edge of her suit flicks in the turbulent air, but nothing slows her down on her way to you.

She stands just a few feet away from you. “(Y/n),” she says, greeting you lovingly, though her red eyes are anything but peaceful.

You take a step back. She takes a step forward. You take another step back.

“Don’t-” She closes her eyes for a moment, softening her voice and look. “Don’t… try to run. I am only here to help you.”

You shake your head, unable to speak with your throat closing up.

She sighs. You both know that you’d rather still be threatened by that lunatic Eren earlier than be safe in her arms.

She doesn’t care. She’s tired of caring anymore.

“You know… I really… really wanted you to live… happily. Without me,” she struggles to say, taking another step closer. “I really did, but…” She shrugs nonchalantly. “The situation has changed. If I just continue to leave you alone, all you do is just end up in situations like these because of people like him.”

She glares down at Eris, who weakly attempts to stop her by holding onto her leg. She simply shifts her foot out of reach and adjusts her suit jacket. “It’s time to go home, (Y/n). Let’s go.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the nearest rail of the ship.

You’ve never touched a single drop of Agobury’s waters, but everyone around has always warned you about how unforgiving these waters were. You can hear the heavy waves as they crash against the ship, just as the storm comes closer and closer. If you were to… you wouldn’t survive.

It is either that or leave with the devil back to hell. For a moment, you think about the irony in how this is the second time you’ve been forced into choosing between these two options whenever you’re in a desperate situation with your ex. But anyhow, your body moves before your head can fully turn.

Unfortunately, Lyn catches you and slams you back onto the floor, away from the rails. You muster a glare up at her.

She sighs heavily. “(Y/n), sweetheart. I’m sorry, I… Tch… ” She climbs over you and easily catches your wrists when you attempt to punch her. “Can’t you just…”

 She turns to her men waiting at the helicopter and jerks her head, signalling them to come over. Struggle all you like, you end up bound in restrictive gear like an asylum patient again and carried into the helicopter before it takes off. You look back at Eris, finding his hand outstretched towards you as he lays in a pool of his blood. His brother lays near, as a headless heap.

You open your mouth to shout against the loud whirring of the helicopter, but your voice only manages to come out in hollow whimpers. “Please… H-help him… Please…”

Lyn, sitting right next to you, looks out the other window.

Tears begin to form in your eyes as yet another life is taken.

Because of you.

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.

-----🔔-----

[….. ?]

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Black eyes pop right open and he sits up straight, as if his head hadn’t just been blown to bits earlier. He turns towards where Eris’s body should be, only to find it missing. Then he turns to the person wearing a blue dress fit for an award ceremony as they clap slowly like they’re in the middle of an empty theater.

“My, my. So I take it you didn't get what you wished for?” Verona taunts.

Eren stares at them blankly for a moment or so. And then he moves, slashing through the air with his knife, which Verona dodges easily.

“Now, is that any way to greet the owner of these waters?”

“You didn’t keep your end of the deal!” Eren growls.

Verona shakes their head the way a parent would at a child throwing a tantrum. “Oh no, no. You’re mistaken. I most certainly did keep my end of the deal as promised. However, I do apologize. When a devil calls, one must always answer.” They sigh pitifully, though Eren knows it’s fake. “I wish I could've honored our agreement but I must follow my heart, and my heart follows the highest bidder. Do you think owning the ocean is something just anyone can do for free? Please…”

Eren grits his teeth, readying his knife for another attack.

Verona wiggles their finger. “Ah, ah, ah~ Kill me and this whole Treaty falls apart. And what would your brother think of you?”

“It would be one less thing to worry about, for the both of us.”

“Sure,” they shrug. “But honestly, shouldn’t you make better decisions? I know your parents made you better than this. A word of advice, hm? How about it?”

Eren turns away, planning on not listening.

“Hey, I’m giving advice for free,” Verona snaps.

Eren stops and raises an eyebrow.

“Think about it. If your dear older brother is more focused on that elusive (Y/n), then rather than taking them as a hostage or threatening their lives, why don’t you get closer to them instead?”

“... What’s in it for you?”

Verona grins, a glint in their eye. “I see you’re smart when you need to be. Good. Well…”

[deuxcherise]

Get Bent! (Xavier’s Version)

C/w: SPOILERS for Love and Deepspace, unhealthy behavior, might be OOC for character, indirect inferences for certain body parts, Non-MC! Reader, Female x Reader (but heavy use of he/him pronouns), Reader is implied to be female but can be gender neutral A/n: So I was thinking about what they would be like as women, and thought it would be fun to write hehe~ (ᵕ  ´ ∇  ˋ ˶)... (Honestly, just an excuse to write some spicy female x female romance, lemme have this! orz) So here’s Xavier’s version! (It seems like every Xavier post I make ends with implied smut… Uh… I blame his memory cards.) Masterlist

It took a while, given that he had been on a mission for most of his time here on Earth in this day and age, and you were just an ordinary person who lacked any ties to his fate in comparison to his dear downstairs neighbor. That being said, eventually you had gained his trust and somehow his affections enough for him to divulge worldbreaking secrets. Secrets like how he was actually a Prince of Philos at one point, how old he might actually be, what his mission was and why he came to this time period, among other things. He knew you were smart enough to understand the importance of keeping such information under lock and key.

“PLEASE. I BEG OF YOU.”

You were on your knees, fingers gripping to the point of your joints being in pain, with your eyes shining from desperation.

He just regretted one particular thing.

To be fair, it was less of a willing confession on his part, and more like you figured it out through several clues. Things like how he had the same kind of evol as a certain hero, or how he seemed to appear and disappear like a certain hero were really hard to ignore. And it wasn’t like he despised your intelligence, which was one of the many factors that attracted him in the first place, but at the same time it made him annoyed considering how wrapped around your finger he knew he was, and how you often took advantage of that to serve your own desires.

“Nope.”

“But whyYy nooOoOt?” you whined, flopping down to the side on the ground of your living room.

Sat on your couch with his— her? — arms and legs crossed, Xavier sighed as he eyed with a grimace at the neatly laid out uniform on the coffee table. 

It was an overall snowy white uniform, complete with an undershirt with a heart-shaped neckline to present cleavage, a vest that connects in the middle to accentuate the midwaist, a long coat with strikingly saturated blue lapels, and slim white pants. The blue also faded gently into the white from the edges such as the bottom of the coat and the sleeves, giving the uniform a sense of luxury. It had accessories and decorations in the form of silver stars and a moon. The matching heeled boots that came with the uniform were also white with blue at the top half of the vamp, designed with silver diamonds and delicate details. There were also silver wrist bangles and a waistband.

Even a non-cosplayer could tell this was a high-quality, expensive uniform that most people would be dying to wear, considering the popularity of the character this uniform was based 

Despite that, Xavier, being the uncultured sleep-deprived bunny he was, had absolutely no interest in the notion. “You said you liked me more than Lumiere,” he pouted, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on the couch and lean back, giving you a side-eyed look. “Do you not like me anymore because I’ve turned into a woman?”

That’s right. This alien prince had turned into a princess. How? Well…

-----💫-----

[Last night…]

Shaking his shoulder, you pointed up towards the sky. “Look! A shooting star! Let’s make a wish!”

Xavier turned towards you and gently smiled. “I don’t need to. I’ve already gotten my wish.”

Ba-dump~

At his words and loving gaze, your heart skipped a beat. However, you would not be deterred from participating in the universal all-ages magical tradition. “Suit yourself,” you said with a shrug, before you closed your eyes and clasped your hands together tightly.

…..

Your brows furrowed as you thought long and hard about your wish. However, no matter how hard you thought, you found that nothing came to mind. The problem was… what did you even want to wish for? You already had your dream job and a dream relationship with the love of your life. Should you wish for world peace or something like that? If that was an impossible feat, then maybe as an alternate you should wish for-

“Did you make your wish?” Xavier curiously asked, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You opened your eyes and found the star to have already long gone. You let out a despairing wail at your lost chance, hands lifted up towards the sky as if to call the shooting star back. “Noooo! Come baaack!”

He patted you on the back with a chuckle. “There’s always next time.”

You sighed, allowing your arms to flop down. With the both of you sitting on your bedroom floor faced towards the starry sky and the big, bright moon outside of your balcony, you leaned your head on his shoulder and gave a huff of disappointment.

“Is there anything I could do to help you feel better?” he offered.

You thought about it for a moment before something sneaky crossed your mind. “Well…” you started off, adding a fake sniffle along with a sadness in your tone, “There is something that only you could do…”

You lifted your head off of Xavier’s shoulder, only to push against that very shoulder to get him to lay down on the floor before you arranged your body to hover over him, knees on respective sides of his hips. Under the moonlight, you could see his pupils dilate as his blue eyes met yours. His lips parted slightly as his pale cheeks began to take on a pinkish hue. You could practically see his less-than-innocent thoughts starting to form.

You smirked with a twinkle in your eye. “Could you…” you began with a sultry whisper.

He raised his hands to rest on your hips, his eyes swimming with desire. “…?”

“... dress up as Lumiere again?”

With that, he quickly grabbed you and switched your positions, with you on your back and him hovering over you. The desire in his eyes was still there, except this time it was nearly overshadowed by the addition of a wrinkle between his eyebrows and downturned lips.

“Again?” he scoffed. “Why do you like him so much? I’m your boyfriend…”

You pursed your lips, keeping yourself from laughing. He kept referring to his alter-ego as another person and yet— “I mean, technically I am talking about you.”

“But you aren’t,” he corrected.

“But I am?” you insisted, a small giggle escaping. At his continued pouting, you placed your hands on his cheeks and gave them a little squish. “Fine~ I’ll stop. If it makes you feel any better though, between you and Lumiere, I still like you the most.”

“Hmph. You’re supposed to only like me…”

You patted his cheek with a roll of your eyes and a grin. “Okay, okay. I only like you.”

Satisfied, he lowered himself until his body overlaid yours, so that he could nuzzle into the crook of your neck. “I still don’t understand why people like him so much. All he does is run around and fight.”

Your body shook from silent laughter, having had this conversation before. As if he didn’t do the same things as ‘Xavier’. You reasoned, “People sometimes can’t help but idolize someone strong and mysterious like that. Maybe it’s because you’re both the same person. Imagine if you were a damsel in distress and someone as dashing as Lumiere just waltzed in and took out all of the enemies, before he carried you off into the sunset. Your heart would definitely flutter.”

“Nope.”

“But if you-”

Set off in a jealous frenzy, he lifted his head up and instantly cut you off from your teasing words with his lips, bringing you into a passionate kiss under the stars as his fingers entangled themselves into your hair and started sliding under your shirt.

But seriously, I think you would. I wish you could understand… were the last words in your mind before the cool air of the night slowly turned hot and steamy.

Unbeknownst to you two distracted bunnies, a second star shot across the sky.

-----💫-----

When the two of you had woken up and found out, much to your amusement, that he had somehow become a woman, you couldn’t help but take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime chance to see him dressed in all kinds of fashion, ranging from punk to emo to fairy and more. And then finally, after having casted your strategic lure for so long, you decided to finally whip out the female version of the Lumiere uniform that had been sitting in your closet for the longest time, having been as part of the couple’s discount deal when you had bought the male version for him to wear once. Who knows when he’ll turn back or if at all?

You sat up and placed your hands on the ground, tilting your chin downwards as you gave him your best pair of puppy eyes. “It’s not like that. I still like you the most. You’re my Xavier, after all.”

Currently, he wore a baby blue flowy mini dress outfit with long off-the-shoulder silky sleeves, complete with the white thigh highs that you had asked for him to wear. With Xavier’s haughty expression on his face, and his silver hair that had grown to rest a little over his shoulders, he really resembled a princess. In addition, his blue eyes became a tad bigger, his voice had become a bit lighter, and his already thin waist gained more of a curve as if to accentuate the new plushness of his chest and hips. Though, compared to his regular self, he hadn’t changed that much. He already had soft features in the first place, and being genderbent only softened his appearance further. His height didn’t even change that much either, only losing a couple of inches and yet still maintained his ability to look down at you if you stood together.

His face turned towards you for a moment before he turned away again. “... Liar.”

“I don’t know how to lie,” you murmur. “I’ve only told the truth.”

“... And yet you want me to dress up like him? Hmph. What am I supposed to think?”

You purse your lips, sort of enjoying the way his voice childishly and jealously accused you. You poked the tips of your index fingers bashfully and fluttered your eyelashes at him. “That I like you the most in the world and that I just want to see you dressed in pretty things?”

He faced towards you, shooting a glance towards the damn outfit. Even if he had no interest in wearing women’s clothing in the first place, he found his willpower lacking against the strength of your loveliness. He sighed. “Does it have to be this outfit? Don’t you have anything else? I’ll wear anything you want instead.”

I guess I do have some nice ling- No! No. Stick with the mission, (Y/n)! you told yourself mentally. “B-but this is the only thing I want to see you wear. It’s my heart’s desire to see you in this outfit!” you declared, clasping your hands together in a prayer pose.

…..

“It seems like there’s a lot of things that your heart desires. I can’t tell whether or not you’re telling the truth anymore.”

Noooo!

You decided to use one last resort. “I’ll… I’ll never talk about Lumiere again!”

His eyes went wide for a split second, processing this irresistible offer. He pursed his lips, eying you. “If I wear this outfit once, you’ll never mention him again?”

You nodded vehemently. “Yes! Only need to do it once,” you declared with a finger, “and I’ll never ask you again. I’ll pretend Lumiere doesn’t exist too. Ah, wait. Excuse me. Who is that? I don’t know that person. All I know is my one and only Xavier.”

“... Hmph. Since you insisted…”

You internally cheered to the heavens when you saw him get up and snatch up the uniform along with the boots, and disappeared into the bathroom to change clothes. You waited patiently on the couch, swaying side to side and kicking your feet with excitement, until he finally popped back out in the get up, complete with the iconic mask.

He looks like a princess knight of the moon! So pretty, I could die! Wonderful!

He stood in front of you, hands on hips with his chin tilted up to the side. “So?”

You made hearts with your fingers. “I love you~”

He slightly covered his face as you caught a blush spread across his cheeks. “... I love you too… “ he whispered.

“Hehe~ I can die happily now~” you sang.

To your surprise, he suddenly slammed both of his hands on the couch near your head, and placed a knee between your legs, making your heart skip a beat from this intimate position.

“You’re that satisfied? Why? Because I’m dressed like Lumiere?”

Pff. What a jealous bunny~

You cupped his face and smiled. “Mm mm.” You shake your head. “It’s because it’s you. My Xavier is so pretty~”

He chewed on his inner cheeks before he proposed, “Since I did this for you, I should get a reward.”

You blinked and tilted your head. “Uh, okay. That’s fair. What kind of reward do you want?”

He shifted his weight onto his knee and took his hands off the couch to hover over the mask. “Can I take it off now?”

“Ah.” You slightly deflated from the short-lived experience, now rushing to commit the image into your memory. “Of course.”

At this, he immediately threw away the mask and ripped off the coat. He started unbuttoning the vest and pulling up the undershirt when your face flushed at the sight of the underside of his chest. “W-wait wait wait, you’re taking it off right now? Right here?”

While there was no one else to see the incoming indecency in the privacy of your own living room, you had yet to get used to his naked body— even though you’ve participated in more scandalous behavior in the bedroom. It was still daytime after all.

“Yes,” he answered, pausing in his ministrations before his gaze roamed over your being. “On second thought,” he gestured with his chin, “You’re wearing too much. Take it off too.”

You looked down. You only wore his shirt this morning, and nothing else underneath. You looked back up to him. “Huh?”

He huffed at your confusion, finally taking off his undershirt, revealing a very nice set of plushness, before he curled his fingers at the edge of your shirt and started to pull it up. You clasped his hand in embarrassment to stop him. “W-what are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing,” he said, raising his eyebrows. He tilted his head. “I’m taking my reward. Unless you don’t want to…?”

“T-that’s not it!” you squeaked before embarrassingly admitting, “I… I want to…”

“Good.” He pushed you down on the couch to climb over you. He balanced on one arm and reached down with the other to unbutton the pants. “I’ll show you that no matter what I turn into, I’m still better than Lumiere and everyone else.”

Oh…

“Really? How are you still jealous?” you almost laughed.

“I’m not jealous…”Heh. What a jealous bunny… But it’s okay, because he’s your jealous bunny~