#I can’t stop thinking about Caleb and the potentials

[xxsyluslittlecrowxx]

isekai and in over my head.

chapter three │ there's no wiki for this.

it starts with you waking up in what might be a coma, probably isn't a otome game, and is definitely not your life. It ends with five dangerously attractive men forming an unofficial committee to keep you alive, loved, and under constant emotional surveillance.

ABOUT │ 2.3 k words. f!reader x 5 Li (non-romantic so far). slice of life.

TAGS │ isekai. for shits and giggles. flirting. banter. fluff. survivors guilt.

NOTE: wow. absolutely wow. i went in to this not expecting anything. just writing for my own sanity. and the fact that you guys love it this much? fuck this community is amazing. thank you sm for the support!

INDEX │ chapter one ✧ chapter two ✧ chapter three ✧

chapter three │ there's no wiki for this.

THE DOOR CLICKED...shut behind Tara with a chirpy, “Rest up!” and the second her footsteps faded down the hall, I dropped the smile I’d been holding like a tray of drinks that had overstayed its welcome.

One beat.

Two.

Then I doubled forward, bracing my hands on my knees, and let out a noise I can only describe as part whimper, part wheeze, part this-can’t-be-happening-to-me.

Because I’d done it.

I had successfully faked normalcy long enough to be left alone.

And now—I was alone.

In an apartment I didn’t recognize but was apparently mine. Sleek. Immaculately organized. Suspiciously dust-free. The kind of place that came scented like bergamot and quiet breakdowns. Stainless steel accents. Dimmable lights. Not a single dish in the sink.

I was standing in someone else’s life.

Someone composed. Someone capable. Someone who didn’t show up to their interdimensional apocalypse wearing bloodstained pants and one sock.

I stumbled over to the coffee table—real wood, glass top, coasters no one ever used—and collapsed onto the couch like a marionette whose strings had just been very politely severed.

A framed photo on the sideboard caught my eye.

I blinked at it. Once. Twice.

It took three full seconds to realize I was in it.

Me. Smiling. Positioned neatly between Caleb and Zayne. All of us laughing like we shared inside jokes and complicated history and the occasional brush with death.

Which, sure, might’ve been sweet—if it weren’t borderline existentially catastrophic.

Because I didn’t belong in that photo. Didn’t belong in this apartment. Didn’t belong in this story.

Not with them. Not here. Not like this.

I grabbed a throw pillow and clutched it like a life preserver. The silence pressed in, thick and padded, the kind that didn’t care how close I was to falling apart.

My legs wouldn’t stop twitching. My heart kept thudding like it was trying to get ahead of something. I couldn’t breathe without noticing how weird breathing had become.

I wasn’t panicking. Not yet.

But the runway was cleared. Engines on. Takeoff imminent.

I leaned forward, pulled the pillow tighter, and muttered, “Okay. Okay. Let’s think.”

Which was optimistic, really—considering half my brain was still screaming about Zayne’s jawline and the other half was building an isekai survival flowchart using crayons and fear.

I shifted the pillow to my lap and reached for the notepad I’d found earlier—tucked beside the bookshelf like a secret. Cream pages. Gilded edges. It looked far too expensive to be defiled by my nonsense.

Naturally, I grabbed a pen and got to work.

The Isekai Disaster Log. Title at the top. Underlined. Bold. Possibly cursed.

Step One: Identify Method of Entry. – Truck-kun? No. – Fell into a book? Also no. – Video game glitch? Closer… but there was no dramatic boss fight screen-suck. – Summoned by higher power? Still pending.

I tapped the pen against my lips, trying not to think about how unhinged this all looked—sitting cross-legged in someone else’s apartment (mine, technically, fictionally), scribbling genre tropes like a conspiracy theorist with a soft spot for K-dramas.

Because that’s what I was, wasn’t I? A placeholder. In high-waisted pants.

Next Section: Potential Exit Routes. – Defeat final boss → unlock return. – Earn true love → reset cycle. – Regain original body → body-swap reversal. – Die → classic dramatic reset (not ideal). – Confess truth → universe implodes?

That last one I underlined three times. Then drew a skull. Then a frowny face. It made me feel slightly better.

I tossed the pen aside and flopped backward into the cushions, arms flung wide like a swooning opera widow. The ceiling stared back—matte, pale, too sleek to be real. Probably had hidden heating vents and mood lighting triggered by emotional instability.

I blinked.

“Okay,” I said to no one. “Let’s say this is an isekai. Let’s say I got pulled into the body of the character I’ve played for years. Let’s say I’ve overwritten her like some cursed save file from hell.”

I sat up again—faster than necessary—and seized the notepad like it had personally offended me.

New Heading: Ethical Implications. – I stole her life. – I stole her wardrobe. – I stole her contact list, her unread messages, and—oh my god—I stole her men. – Her SSRs. – Her entire romance arc with the most devoted, animated, emotionally generous love interests ever coded.

I scrawled across the page: I AM THE PROBLEM. IT’S ME.

Taylor Swift would be ashamed.

Some small, rational part of me whispered, It’s not like you meant to. You didn’t hit “Steal MC Identity” in the settings menu.

But that part was quickly drowned out by a louder, nastier voice—one that sounded suspiciously like the YouTube comment section under a spoilery reaction video:

You’re ruining the canon. They loved her, not you. You’re breaking the story. You’re just a fan with access.

My throat tightened.

I reached for the water bottle on the counter, then stopped. It wasn’t mine. Nothing in here was mine. Not the framed photos. Not the notes in my inbox. Not the half-unwrapped gift on the kitchen island with a tag that read:

Don’t open until tomorrow – C.

I didn’t even know if C was Caleb or someone else entirely.

The guilt settled in my chest like a paperweight—heavy, cold, polished by years of fandom, lore, and longing.

I was a reader who’d fallen into the game.

But I wasn’t supposed to edit it. I was supposed to cheer from the sidelines. Cry when the confession finally happened. Not be the one getting tackled mid-battle by Caleb or scanned under sexy-doctor scrutiny by Zayne.

I pressed both palms to my face.

What if I couldn’t leave? What if this wasn’t temporary?

What if I was stuck here forever—playing the part of a woman who had earned every bit of love this world gave her, while I just flinched every time someone touched my shoulder?

My hands dropped. I stared at the notepad.

Pages torn. Corners dog-eared. Ink smudged by my own uncertainty.

A new plan began to form.

Not an exit strategy. That wasn’t coming anytime soon.

But a coping mechanism. A survival guide. A soft reboot.

If I couldn’t leave—if I was here for the long haul—then I would be so nice. So harmless. So deeply inoffensive that if the real MC ever came back, she’d look at my log of wholesome side quests and say: Wow. You really took care of my save file.

I nodded to myself. Out loud.

“I’ll smile more,” I told the wall. “I’ll bake muffins for Caleb, even if I nearly die turning on a space-age oven.”

And above all?

I would say nothing.

Not one syllable. Not a single whisper about who I really was.

Because this world had rules.

And I had read enough manhwa to know exactly what happens when you break them.

Best-case scenario? Narrative collapse. Worst-case? A tear in reality. Everyone dies. Caleb cries. The End.

So I was going to be good.

Like, really good.

I was going to smile at everyone like I’d graduated top of my class at the Hunter’s Association Charm Academy. I’d say things like “great teamwork” and “thank you for your service” with such radiant sincerity that even Zayne would log it as medically viable.

I’d become the kind of woman people described as “so lovely” and “just a joy” and maybe even “strangely polite given the circumstances.”

With that sacred vow in place, I folded the notepad shut, gave a resolute little nod, and stood.

Immediately tripping over my own foot on the way to the sink.

Because grace, it seemed, was not included in my starter kit.

Still, I rinsed my face. Brushed out the knots in my hair with something called an ionizing detangler. Changed into a pair of sweatpants I prayed were actually mine and not something the real MC had once emotionally bonded with. Every motion was deliberate. Precise. Good girl on her best behavior.

I was going to pass for normal if it killed me.

Which, frankly, it still might.

Then came the knock.

Soft. Polite. Almost apologetic.

I froze mid-sip from a pastel mug that read: Hunters Do It Better.

One gentle knock. Then another.

A beat. Then—

“Your lights are still on.”

The voice was deep. Calm. The kind of voice you’d hear during a power outage and just trust. Familiar, too—like velvet cut with steel.

I crept toward the door like it might bite.

Then—

“It’s Xavier.”

My entire soul left the chat.

No. No-no-no-no—

Because Caleb and Zayne coexisting in the same timeline made sense.

But Xavier?

The quiet, lethal swordsman with the voice of a lullaby and a gaze that could skewer you into next week?

That meant—

Oh god.

That meant they were all here. All of them.

Not spaced out by chapter unlocks. Not split across plot branches. All. Together. In canon proximity.

I flung the door open more out of panic than purpose.

Xavier stood there like a moodboard come to life—hoodie sleeves pushed to his forearms, hair slightly tousled, expression unreadable. One hand in his pocket. The other holding—

A thermos.

He blinked, slow and unbothered.

“I saw your lights.”

I nodded. Then realized I was nodding like a socially anxious bobblehead and stopped.

“I—yeah. Lights.” I cleared my throat. “They’re… on.”

Another blink. Another pause.

Then, tilting his head just slightly:

“You okay?”

Which, to be fair, was a complicated question.

Physically? Fine. Mentally? A patchwork quilt of anime tropes and impostor syndrome. Spiritually? Somewhere between “lost in a cutscene” and “actively dodging God’s gaze.”

“I’m great,” I lied. “Perfect, even.”

He gave a small nod—slow, deliberate, as if filing the answer away in a database for later review.

Then he held out the thermos.

“Chamomile.”

My brain short-circuited.

Because nothing in the romance route prep guides—nothing in the character notes or fandom wikis or fan-translated interviews—had ever warned me about this.

Not quiet night visits. Not sleep tea. Not the soft weight of care wrapped in a mundane gesture.

“Oh,” I said, brilliant as ever. “Thanks. That’s… nice.”

“I can stay.”

He said it without drama. Without loaded meaning. Just a simple, solid offer, like staying was something people just did when they noticed someone might need it.

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

Then, very, very dramatically—

Shut the door.

Because this world didn’t make sense.

Because if Xavier was here, calm and lethal and handing out herbal tea like it was standard field protocol—

Then Sylus might be next.

And Rafayel.

And if that happened?

I really would die. Right there. On canon soil. Of romance-induced heart failure.

From the other side of the door, his voice came again—low, steady, perfectly calm.

“If you change your mind…”

I didn’t answer.

Just leaned my forehead against the cool wood and whispered, half to myself, half to the devs:

“Fucking hell, InFold. Are you trying to murder me?”

I stayed like that for a while.

Just breathing.

Forehead pressed to a door that had no idea how high the stakes were. That didn’t care about timelines or fan theories or character routes or the logistical nightmare of making muffins in a kitchen where you didn’t recognize the knives.

The air on the other side stayed still.

Eventually, footsteps.

Not angry. Not impatient. Just quiet.

Xavier didn’t wait for permission. He didn’t knock again. He simply left—offering space like someone who understood the weight of silence and had no desire to fill it.

Which was kind, really.

And also maddening.

I peeled myself off the door like a sticker someone had given up on and slumped back into the living room, thermos still in hand. The tea was warm—floral, faintly sweet. It tasted like a lullaby I hadn’t earned.

I sank into the couch and stared at the ceiling.

Plain. Elegant. Ambivalent to my suffering.

“I’m in a dating sim,” I muttered.

It wasn’t a revelation. More like a Google Maps reroute: You are here, even though I’d known for hours because nothing around me had changed. Except here, the landscape was made of heartbreak rendered in high definition, elite military uniforms, and a doctor who looked like the human embodiment of a soft-focus lens.

And they were all in love.

Not with me.

But with her.

The one who belonged. The real MC.

I looked down at my hand—the same hand Caleb had held, Zayne had examined, Xavier had offered tea to—and curled it slowly into a fist.

“I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered. “But I have it.”

So maybe I couldn’t fix it. Maybe I couldn’t undo the weird narrative tumbleweed that rolled me into this story. Or explain why no one could see through me. Or how I’d managed to fall face-first into the Super Bowl of boyfriend content without so much as a strategy guide.

But I could survive it.

One kind gesture at a time.

I would become the world’s politest interloper. The most considerate impostor. The human equivalent of a please and thank you wrapped in seasonally appropriate gift wrap.

I would make muffins. I would compliment everything. I would be so pathologically nice that if the universe did collapse, it would at least whisper, thank you for your service on the way out.

And I would say nothing.

Not to Caleb. Not to Zayne. Not to Xavier. Not to Sylus or Rafayel or anyone else who might appear in this dimension like it was just another Tuesday.

No world-breaking honesty. No selfish confessions. Just saintlike patience, passive support, and possibly chamomile-induced enlightenment.

“Okay,” I exhaled.

I curled into the corner of the couch, clutching the thermos like it held divine answers.

Lights still on. Ceiling still boring. Tea still warm.

“I can do this.”

Beat.

“I think.”

To be continued...

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[universalray]

maybe the whole reason I was an f-16 mechanic was to write pilot Caleb x mechanic mc fanfic

[whenstarsundress]

you flirt back for the first time:

sylus

you say something like, “you keep looking at me like that, sylus… you’re gonna have to do something about it,” with a shy little smile.

he completely malfunctions. his eyes grow wide, he swallows hard, his heart visibly skipping a beat.

sylus stares at you like he’s trying to determine if you’re possessed. then, quietly, with his voice a little huskier than usual, “that’s new.”

he recovers fast, though. steps closer and gently brushes your hair behind your ear. “is this your way of telling me you want me to kiss you? because i’m listening.”

bonus:

… sylus.exe has crashed.

his lips part and his eyes darken. he stares for a moment, like he’s trying to decide between kissing you soft or ruining your life. eventually, he just breathes, “say that again. i dare you.”

zayne

you casually murmur, “if you’re gonna keep biting your lip like that, at least let me do it for you,” while scrolling your phone.

dead silent. zayne stops breathing. his jaw flexes, his pupils dilate.

“…excuse me?” his voice drops an octave and he looks at you like you just kicked open the doors to a side of you he definitely wants to explore.

he walks over real slow, tilts your chin up and says, “say that again. no, no—i need it word for word, baby. because if i heard what i think i heard…”

bonus:

zayne chokes on air. his head snaps around so fast, his whole brain reboots. “wait. what? you never—?!” he chuckles lowly. “okay, okay. who are you and what did you do with my sweet, shy angel?”

caleb

you’re teasing him during one of his gym sessions and say, “keep showing off like that and i might have to reward you. privately.”

caleb drops the dumbbell. literal pause. he stares at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly open like a golden retriever who just got called a bad boy.

“wait. wait. wait, back up. say that again?” he starts laughing, but it’s nervous, like he doesn’t know how to process it.

he immediately gets 10x more flirty and tries to re-assert dominance with a grin. “okay, but only if you’re the reward too.”

bonus:

his jaw clenches, breath catches and you can feel the tension shift. like something in him just snapped. he leans back, clears his throat and gives a tiny smirk. “you’re playing with fire, and i’m not the type to pull away when i get burned.”

xavier

you’re both deep into a high-risk deepspace operation. he’s focused, assessing potential threats, guns calibrated, his hud flickering with tactical readouts. you, cool as ever, lean in behind him and murmur through the comms. “you look sexy when you’re in control like this. makes me want to follow your every order… after hours.”

immediate system crash. xavier stops walking, literally halts mid-movement in zero gravity like his whole code just corrupted.

“…repeat that,” he says into the comm, voice a little rough, a lot lower than usual. he doesn’t turn to face you. he’s trying to regain composure while actively calculating threat levels.

he doesn’t miss a beat on the mission afterward, but the tight grip on his weapon and the way he refuses to look at you say everything: you broke him.

bonus:

he stammers, short-circuits, then just covers his face and laughs into his hands quietly. “okay. that’s unfair. you can’t just… out-flirt me like that.”

rafayel

you’re watching him get dressed and casually comment, “if you’re going to tease me with that shirt unbuttoned, the least you can do is let me take it off for you.”

rafayel blinks, twice. “what did you just say?” not offended, not teasing. he’s actually stunned.

a slow, devilish smile starts to curl on his lips as he puts down whatever he was holding. he steps toward you and murmurs, “are you seducing me? because i have to warn you… i’m very easy to seduce.”

bonus:

rafayel freezes. for one glorious second there’s silence. then he smiles a bit mischievously. “oh? okay, i see you. someone’s been hiding from me the whole time.” he never lets it go, but he wants more of your flirty side. “you gonna flirt like that again, or was i just blessed once?”

author’s note: sometimes i can’t decide in which direction i want to go with a headcanon, so, i went with a little bonus 😊

[menelausblues]

is there a place i can go?

꒰ you're so used to hiding when it's hard, and xavier loves you too much to let you go. ꒱

𖥔 ݁ 1.5k. semi-canon. established relationship. depressed/anxious/avoidant reader/mc who's having a hard time with her stress and grief x understanding n tender boyfriend xavier. hurt/comfort. angst. some fluff at the end. ❀ ݁ this is for all my fellow anxious-avoidants trying their best not to let the horrors stop them from being loved.

mdni.

two days ago.

xavier ⋮ 2:01 pm. my bunny is missing. have you seen her? 

yesterday.

xavier ⋮ 3:04 pm. pretty eyes. pretty smile. pretty laugh. light of my life. if seen, please give me a call. xavier ⋮ 3:38 pm. i’ve asked all the neighbors and they say they haven’t seen my bunny at all. can you help me find her? i think i’ll be sad if she doesn’t come home to me soon.

today.

xavier ⋮ 3:51 pm. it’s been days since i last saw or talked to you. xavier ⋮ 4:09 pm. i tried coming by your apartment but it seemed like you weren’t there. praying my bunny didn’t leave home for good. xavier ⋮ 4:11 pm. are you okay? i’m worried about you.

it feels like no one loves you, but you know it’s not true.

you don’t understand why you’re like this, why at the foundation of your heart is a hurt little girl shaking in fear and always in a hurry to hide from the world or disprove its intentions. nothing feels as safe as isolation but nothing feels as awful as loneliness. you’re safe from the potentiality of harm but there’s no one to turn to for joy. so you sit and sulk in the security of your separation. your world is filled with empty rooms and stretched sighs. the worst part is that it’s entirely your own fault.  it feels like no one loves you. and it’s because you won’t let them even if they do. it’s not xavier’s fault that you’re avoiding him, but it is.  this blooming fear and odd sensation of coming loss is all because lately he’s perceiving you all too closely. it’s getting to the point where he’s learning your habits so thoroughly, he’s able to anticipate your needs.

it terrifies you because unearned kindness from a lover or a friend has only ever been followed by some kind of violence. some kind of resounding loss that fills you with emptiness. the image of your grandma and caleb surrounds your mind from all sides; your heart fills itself with grief until it overflows. and now you don’t know if you can trust him. or rather, trust him to love you back and be allowed to stay. so you run. you slink into shadows to avoid the pain of being known ( and it is painful to feel elation you can’t control because one day it’ll reshape itself into a monster of sorrow that swallows you ). but the best and worst thing about xavier is that he doesn’t give up. he’s always been relentless in even his gentle and quiet pursuits. it starts with a soft knocking at your door. you haven’t left your apartment much in days aside to clear your trash and it’s the third time he’s come by.  you know it’s him because a creature of habit in his own right, xavier knocks in the same pattern each time he comes.  the only difference is the sense of urgency has disappeared. it’s become hesitant, fearful almost. you could probably choke on your guilt if you weren’t so pre-occupied with the tears lodged in your throat. because everything hurts even when it shouldn’t. “baby?” you hear him call from behind the door. you don’t answer but your heart screams inside itself.

i’m here i’m here i’m here! nothing feels good; nothing feels right! i think i need you! please please please!

you lie in bed covering your head with your pillows like a frightened child trying to drown out the sound of a raging storm, pathetic as can be in your desperate need to escape your own desires to be with him.  your thoughts are in calamity, trapped somewhere between 'it’s not safe for me like this’ and ‘he’s the only thing that feels safe for me when i’m like this.’ truthfully, all you want is to tell him plainly that you’re struggling with your perception of yourself and him, but you can’t face him right now. not when your heart is up in the air like this, not when your eyes are puffy and red from the nonstop bouts of tears. not when you feel like you don’t deserve it. not when you feel like you haven’t felt enough shame for surviving to experience elation. silence falls but only momentarily before your phone vibrates beside you and the soft knocking continues.

xavier ⋮ 4:49 pm. i know you’re home. either something is wrong and you’re pushing me away or you’re severely injured. xavier ⋮ 4:52 pm. i think it’s the first thing because i saw you sneaking out of the building to take your trash out and you seemed physically well. please. i’m here. xavier ⋮ 5:00 pm. i’ll give you until 5:05 to open up on your own, but if you don’t, i have to come in and check on you okay? i just need to know you’re truly okay. if you need space, i need you to come tell me that please.

it’s a shame you never looked at your messages. maybe it would have been enough to get through to you.  maybe his soft reassurance that he knows what’s happening and still wants the best for you would have been enough to drag you out of bed and send your feet padding across the floor in all fairness. but true to your avoidant nature, you keep yourself tucked away. “aha,” you hear his ever-velvet voice suddenly in the center of your room despite not feeling his presence at all. “i think i found my missing bunny.” your heart jolts in your chest, scrambling to clamber up your throat in the form of a relieved sob. your shoulders shake from the strength of it forcing its way out of you. with no hesitation, the addition of xavier’s weight causes your bed to dip as he crawls to be at your side. he doesn’t pull the quilts back or try to coax you out. he just holds you, pulls your blanketed form closer to his own. his arms tighten their hold. “if i had known it was this bad i would have come sooner. i’m sorry.” but you think maybe he shouldn’t be sorry. you should.  because you’re the one who sees the world as a threat despite dedicating yourself to saving it. the contradiction of it all leaves you rivaling with a cognitive dissonance that feels impossible to resolve. “it’s not…it’s not you.” your voice cracks even as you whisper. “it’s me. it’s just me. it just…i can’t…all of it…” “shh,” he soothes. “you don’t have to explain yourself. it’s okay. right now, let’s just rest. isn’t that what you need? don’t worry about anything else.” it is. you need rest. comfort. love. the capacity to let yourself experience those things as they’re offered. and xavier.  he’ll be there but you know he won’t force you to accept his love. it’ll be up to you to take what you need from him and have the strength to admit when you need even more. sniffling, you slowly poke your head out of your blankets, letting your pillows fall to the side and looking up to finally face him. that’s your act of courage today, to be met with his gentle, welcoming smile and not punish yourself for wanting to keep something close to you, for not wanting it stolen again. he kisses your forehead tenderly. “i knew my bunny would come home. i just had to be patient.” “i’m sorry.” “i’m not in need of apologies at the moment, but i’ll graciously accept approximately three days worth of missing kisses.” in the pale blue of his eyes, there’s not even a drop of malice, resentment, or contempt to be found. if anything, there’s relief and fondness there. the tears well up in your eyes all over again. tentatively, you lean forward and offer his supple lips a ginger kiss. “i really am sorry.” “don’t be. not today. let’s just rest. all the other things can come later. there’s no hurry. i’m here, okay?” and he is. sometimes his patience and grace is a mercy you can’t even offer to yourself. it’s hard to forgive yourself for causing so many problems for others. it’s hard to forgive yourself for even things you can’t control: losing everything you know, everything that was left from losing everything once already. warm tears fall and you don’t try to stop them or shield them from sight. “you are here. aren’t you?” it’s more of a soft reminder for you, for these thoughts that crowd your mind and make you feel like a ghost in your own life: invisible and haunting everything, the source of everyone’s mourning when you go missing inside yourself. xavier nods, leaning his forehead against your own. “and i plan to keep it that way. i want to; i have to. i love you. so…you don’t need to worry about being alone anymore.” it won’t be perfect, but you’ll try your hardest to remember.

[mybelovedsylus]

My hand slipped. Uh 18+ pls. Minors, keep it moving even though I know this doesn't come close to other's spice lol. ANYWAY the boys may have been feral in the promos - but uh anyway this is for my fellow Sylus girlies. (Also my first go at smut so I can’t promise anything great- but gotta get it out before we probably find out the cards are actually angsty as fuck) Potential Caleb one in the works cause the whole shoving his necklace in his mouth moment… aaaaaaaanyways no beta and no proofreading cause that’s who I’ve always been and it’s a pain on the iPad - forgive any mistakes.

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The Sylus I had gotten to know over the last several months was gone. He had disappeared out of the N109 zone in the middle of the day while I had been off on a mission hunting wanderers. Luke and Kieran had blown up my phone, but by the time I got the messages the trail had gone cold. That was until a few months later and that’s how I found myself in a giant cage, Sylus chained up across from me. The usual shine of red glimmer in his eyes was gone, instead it was a preditorial black glaring back at me.

“What have they done to you?”

“You’ve come to help? Why your idea of help is heartwarming,” he stuttered out stumbling towards me, pulling against his chains. His head tilted to the side and his tongue swept across his bottom lip as he looked me up and down. Before I could stop myself I flinched back a step, backing away just an inch but he noted it right away. His lips lifted into a eerie grin and then before I could blink he was on me, twisting my body so my back was perfectly molded to his front. I gasped as he ground his hips into mine and his arm locked around my throat, letting me know exactly what thoughts were filtering through his mind.

“Sylus, focus, we can worry about that later. Now’s the time to get you out of here.”

It was a weak beg honestly. It had been weeks since I had seen him and I wasn’t immune to him even knowing that he wasn’t himself. It’s as if he could sense that, huffing a sardonic chuckle into my neck as his mouth trailed up to my ear.

“Why would we leave?” He whispered and I felt the cool metal of chains sliding around my waist and winding over both hands. That was the shock I needed to start trying to pull out of his grasp, twisting to face him - who knew how long we actually had to get out of here? He gave me a teasing ‘tsk’ and then yanked my hands together and looped the remaining chain through cage, pulling until my arms were secured above my head.

“Now you’ll never fly away little bird.”

That was the last warning you got before Sylus was on you. His hands were roughly pulling on your hair as his mouth slanted over yours. His pace was punishing, like he was trying to make up for lost time and also like he was blaming you for whatever had happened to him in the time it took you to track him down. You whimpered into his mouth and that provided the perfect opening for him to lick inside your mouth, tangling your tongue with his. He pulled back, his hand giving another firm tug to your hair before pulling them free.

“Now where do we start? I mean the outfit is something else, I think we keep that,” he whispers his hands trailing down the front of my chest, stopping to pull at my nipples now straining against the leather before they continue on down to the skirt. I feel the familiar callouses trail down my leg, hooking under my knee to wrap my leg around his waist as he presses closer to me.

“I can feel the heat pulsing off of you here,” he growled out as his hands were suddenly under the skirt, pushing my underwear to the side. He bit down on my neck and I groaned as his fingers ghosted over my slit, gathering some of the wetness that was rapidly pooling, before using them to flick my clit roughly.

“Fuck, what are they giving you?”

“I thought you were trying to get me away from this,” his words ring true, but my thoughts are muddled by the way he’s playing my body.

He shifts his attention from my clit, roughly plunging two fingers inside me. I squirm, desperately wanting to grasp at something and only being able to pull uselessly on my chains. He sets a punishing pace, the sound obscene in the otherwise silent area. After a few thrusts he adds in a third, his eyes fixated on my face and reading all of the responses that I’m sure are flickering across my face. I don’t even realize my mouth is hanging open until I’m being fed said fingers, tasting myself on his skin. He’s pushing them deeper down my throat, testing how much I can take.

“Suck,” he commands. I hear the sound of his chains rattling, his free hand grabbing at my other leg so my body is now supported by his body, and held up by the chains. I moan around his fingers as I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. My hips roll into him, needing him. He lets out a cruel laugh at my desperation before slamming himself home. I scream against his fingers, rolling my body into him and pulling uselessly against the chains. My eyes are watering and his little control left seems to snap. The hand around my thigh moves up to collar my neck and he pulls almost all the way out, dragging against all the sensitive spots, to slam home over and over.

“This is what I’ve needed, why didn’t you get here sooner, so warm, feels like home,” he grunts, pulling his fingers from my mouth, using the soaking digits to flick my clit as he pounds into me. I can feel and hear the slam of his balls as he bottoms out, then the head of his cock hooking on my slit as it fights to stay inside.

“Please, Sylus, please let me have my hands back, I need to feel you just like you need to feel me.”

He falters for a second, and I wonder if the medicine makes it where he can’t trust me like normal. But eventually the chain loosens. My hands aren’t completely free, but they’re loose enough that I can loop them around his neck and pull myself even closer to him. I grab the longer hair at the nape of his neck and pull, which causes him to let out a deep groan and piston even harder. At that point I’m tearing lines into his upper back, wherever my hands can find purchase as I am taken on a ride. His fingers twitch around my neck before closing in and giving the illusion of cutting off my air supply. I can’t help the moan that tears out of me, and then I’m trying to push myself back on him, to get him deeper, to get him to leave a permanent impression inside of me.

“I’m not gonna last much longer Sy,” I warn in a horse tone, struggling the words out. He uses the grip on my throat to pull my head towards him so he can swallow my cries with his mouth. The finger on my clit flicks even faster and I’m screaming as I fall apart around him. He groans as my walls clamp onto him, making it harder for him to keep up his bruising pace. It’s only a few moments later that he’s pulling away from my mouth and biting down hard on my shoulder as he finds his own release, a few small aftershocks wracking his body as he gives me small little thrusts as he pulses inside of me. We spend a second still wrapped around each other, both breathing heavily. He starts to pull away, and I whimper as he slips out, a warm gush going with him.

He looks down and smiles when he sees the mess of my thighs from where our releases are combined. With a snarky smirk, he moves my underwear back in place regardless of the mess. In fact, he seems to like the idea that I’m sitting here with clear evidence of what just happened.

“Hands Sy, play time is over, it’s time to get moving,” I remind him, rattling the chains to draw his attention, “and I need a shower.”

“Mmmm except now you smell like me." He says as his nose follows the sensitive path up my neck, causing my skin to pebble and my shoulder to shake in a shiver. Oversensitive at this point, I put my hands on his chest and shove.

"Ugh. Fine, time to fly little bird,” he whispers as he frees my hands, and as he looks down at me I can see a tiny bit of the usual red returning to his eyes as the drugs lose a little of their control. There’s a glimpse for a second of the Sylus I’ve been missing. I grasp his wrist and pull him towards the exit, time to fly indeed.

[spottedenchants]

Essek shakes his head fondly, back on track.

“But no ah, no, I don’t know. Removed entirely from Den dynamics, I am unsure what this sort of arrangement would be intended as a trial for.”

“On my side of the Peaks, generally ‘trials’ point towards betrothal, marriage.”

“Potential facets of courtship.”

“And what if all parties are attempting to be surreptitious, Dens disregarded?”

The thought weighs odd. Essek’s current confidentiality is intended for privacy and entertainment; he is not denying consideration and community- or, well.

He slides a hand into Caleb’s hair and wraps a finger with a lock.

Not quite so much, anymore.

Essek combs.

“There is a scandal. But I suppose they could do whatever they want. They are the ones who decided to forge the bond.”

“Ah, we have flings for pure fun too.”

“Never been much my sort.”

“Not even casually, for curiosity?”

Essek wrinkles his nose.

“What’s there to be curious about? How strangers make their messes? No, thank you.”

“Strangers.”

“Not friends.”

“Only friends?”

“Best I can tell.”

A snare realized too late, Caleb grins.

“Which?”

Essek ignores the heat in his face and tests his binds.

“In abstract, Caleb.”

Caleb’s smile tightens to a leer.

“I wouldn’t be able to name even one?”

Essek removes his hand from Caleb’s hair, guarding his blank cards.

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t know, does it?”

“Why?”

Caleb’s stare quiets. His eyes flick.

Essek stares back. Prods.

“What?”

Caleb shuffles Essek into a hug, his arms slack as a trap dismantled.

Essek requites tighter, supplying Caleb the comfort he seems to be seeking.

“You think, my friend. And you find me interesting.”

“That is- different.”

“How so?”

“I don’t….”

While it’s true he doesn’t know exactly what is different, the fact is, difference remains. Unwilling to forfeit their game, Essek hands over a squirming truth.

“That is where I stop. I don’t- want.”

But that’s not the case always. Never always, historically. But ‘never’ itself? Near enough.

Caleb’s voice comes small but steady.

“You don’t want me, Essek?”

Twist in the chest- that’s untrue. Essek’s original misspeak encompassed the general term’s use, a want for Caleb’s state of being. Essek wants Caleb here. He wants Caleb happy and hale. What is this instead that Caleb seems to have heard? That he is not missed? Or not enjoyed? Does he think himself entirely undesired?

Some earnest connotation ripples beneath the skin of Caleb’s words. It burrows beyond Essek’s sight.

“What does that, to want you, mean?”

“To who?”

“To you, Caleb.”

“I thought you misspoke.”

“I did.”

“You want me, but you don’t want.”

“Usually.”

“I’m… confused.”

Essek sighs and slackens his hold.

“That makes us two.”

He curls a hand in Caleb’s hair and tugs, light and insistent.

“What is your definition?”

Caleb stays put.

“A… strong draw, for company. Like an itch unscratchable alone.”

“Towards?”

“How do you mean?”

“A vector is not simply pure magnitude.”

Essek tightens his fist, which elicits from Caleb a little pretty grunt.

Slowly and surely, Essek pulls Caleb away.

“It must have direction, no?”

Caleb follows with a long inhale.

“Potential, pointing between and double-ended.”

Well, if it’s a matter of gravity, then-

Essek stills his hand.

“As to a point drifting between heavy free bodies? At stable equilibria, there is no pull at all.”

He lets go.

“No point when alone, either.”

Caleb exhales.

“None?”

“A mass won’t exert upon nothing. Even if paired equal, without the nudge of a second body, where’s the point to go?”

“Can’t the first body nudge?”

“If the possibility occurs to it.”

“Happens, or thinks?”

“I would think thinking is more to your point.”

“Mine, hm.”

Essek tips his head.

“Is my being upsetting for you, Caleb?”

Caleb sighs, half laugh and half groan.

“Upsetting no, but I feel I’m going in a circle.”

Essek gently combs through Caleb’s hair and tucks it behind his short ear. It fits like a perfect jigsaw piece, but that doesn’t mean it won’t again come loose.

“Frustrating?”

“Yes.”

“Entertaining?”

“…Ja, a bit.”

“Only the one?”

Caleb chuckles.

“A few bits.”

Essek smiles.

“I think we’re on the same page.”

He embraces Caleb tight once again.

“But- this, ah. So I ask that you ask, Caleb. When you think.”

“Why?”

“Why to which part?”

“Of anyone, why me?”

Why Caleb. Essek does wonder. Why Caleb?

What is Caleb Widogast?

A personal puzzle box and a pleasant thorn in his side.

Essek chuckles.

“You frustrate me.”

Caleb’s voice smiles.

“Now, or always?”

Essek raises his shoulders and slowly shrugs his sigh.

“Isn’t that the question.”

— Excerpt from Chapter 4 of Stay Here Beside Me

[dealbrekker]

When You Call My Name

Here's my Sylus fic! I figured I'd get it up before everyone is scrambling for Caleb XD Inspired by Sylus's myth and the choir version of Madonna's Like a Prayer (yes from the deadpool wolverine soundtrack, trust me).

Warnings: violence, blood, evol related violence, reader/mc is kidnapped but no violence is shown being done toward her, Sylus isn't as lucky, but he's okay, promise.

Word Count: 2500 Summary: When you're kidnapped by an unknown faction, it's not hard to determine it has something to do with Sylus. But the men who have you seem to know something you don't about Onychinus's leader, and that something could kill him. Too bad for them you remember everything in the process.

Ao3

The last thing you remember is leaving the Association. You’d waved goodbye to Tara and Nero, checked your watch for any final comms from Xavier, to see if his mission had finished up. When there wasn’t anything, you’d started home.

You don’t even know if you’d made it a block.

There is a black void in your mind from that moment to now. Now, where you’re tied to a chair in a nondescript warehouse. Your feet are bare, and your clothes torn considerably. You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. You can tell a black eye is forming, by the way you can’t see much out of the right. Your bones are very unhappy with the current state of affairs, but you don’t think anything is broken.

You’d stopped calling out to see if anyone would answer. You’d been doing it for what felt like hours. No one has yet come along. You feel like you should start again, as even your hoarse voice is better than the ringing silence of the place.

They’d taken your watch. There is no way to communicate with anyone on the outside. No watch, no phone, and seemingly no kidnappers.

Which is far more unnerving than if someone had greeted you upon waking.

You close your eyes and run through your mind. Who can this person or these people be? You doubt they’re targeting the Association, but Ever could potentially be behind it. But you rather think that Ever would be more communicative with their hostage.

Are you a hostage, if there are no kidnappers?

You shake your head and keep thinking. Zayne doesn’t have any enemies. Rafayel probably does, but you doubt this is the work of some art world stalker.

Which leaves…

“Sylus.” You murmur.

As if on cue, men enter the room. You sit up straighter, trying to see if you can recognize any of them. They’re not wearing masks.

One of them steps forward, but does not touch you. You stare up at him.

“How long have I been here?” you demand.

You’re surprised when he easily answers, “6 hours and twenty minutes.”

“Why am I here?” You try not to let the length of time rattle you. “Who are you?”

“We would like a word with Sylus.” He is still staring at your face, as if searching for something.

“So just call him like all the other dealers do.”

The man smiles softly. “We prefer a more direct action. Take his finest treasure, and a dragon is sure to react.”

You glare up at him. “You’re severely overestimating my status.”

The man’s eyes flick to his watch. “I think, I am not.”

He motions, and more men stream into the room. You can hear them in the catwalks above you. And several settle into other chairs to wait. You clear your throat, desperate for a drink of water.

“Even if Sylus does come, he won’t be alone.” You wriggle your wrists. Your fingers are going cold. “He’s not an amateur. You should know that.”

“No,” your captor agrees, leaning against a pillar and lighting a cigarette. “Not an amateur. But easily goaded. Besides,” a ring of smoke puffs from his lips. “His minions are engaged with some of my men across town in a gambling den.”

You swallow. Luke and Kieren…

You aren’t worried about them. But that means Sylus will most certainly come alone.

The nameless man continues to smoke. You can see the embers dropping. The odor makes you cough.

“Why?” you ask again.

He doesn’t answer you. Another hour has come and gone while the men wander and say very little. You are completely ignored; left to wonder, left to ache.

After a while, you almost feel sorry for the group pacing the floor. If you could manage to get free, you’d try to take them down quickly and efficiently, granting swift deaths if necessary. Sylus, on the other hand, will likely make a mess of the men around you. You’ve been gone too long for him to show any sort of patience, or allow you to help take your own revenge on this lot. It has always confused you, the way he vacillates between murderous wrath if anyone touches you to seemingly reverent faith that you can take care of yourself. There are days you swear he could incinerate someone with a glance, and days he lets you lead and defend yourself against enemies with nothing but a soft chuckle.

Your gut churns when one of your captors eyes you from across the room. You stay still, hoping none of them come closer. You haven’t been trying to work your hands free for a few hours, because despite the glow of pride you begrudgingly feel when Sylus applauds your abilities, you can’t help but feel hollow and scared right now.

You don’t know why these men make you nervous. But they’re different from the usual thugs and sketchy dealers Sylus normally contends with. Petty criminals you can handle; these men, though…

It’s like they know something you don’t about the man ostensibly on his way to save you.

And he has to be. Mephisto, your ever vigilant shadow, would have reported. As far as you know the men haven’t sent any sort of word of your kidnapping. You don’t imagine they think they’ll swindle a ransom out of Sylus. Not these people, who communicate in glances and quick, whispered monosyllables. These men who haven’t asked you a single question. No. You’re simply bait. They have no wish for money or weapons or deals.

They want blood. His blood.

Your fingers clench and you start wriggling your wrists again. I need to get out of here, he can’t come here, he can’t…

The five men who had been seated stand silently, intent on the door. You freeze, straining your ears, willing it to have been nothing, silently screaming for Sylus to go away, you’ll handle this, go away, you’re in danger, you’re in danger, please don’t come.

The group is converging in toward each other, closing in on the main door. Several others wait in the shadows, apparently casing the windows. Silence reigns from the catwalks.

Sylus won’t bother with windows, you think. He’ll come right through the front door like he owns the place.

Don’t, don’t, don’t.

The leader unsheathes a blade you hadn’t noticed before. It gleams inky black, the hilt studded with vicious red gems that look horribly like—

“Aethercores,” you breathe.

Suddenly you feel in your very battered bones that this dagger might just kill Sylus.

The floor starts vibrating and your ears pop. It’s like all the air has been sucked from the room.

“DON’T!” You scream.

Too late.

The door explodes open, and he’s there, larger than life, shirt and hair billowing in the force of his own wake. His eye burns red, as red as the dagger’s hilt. The whips of his power surge, cutting through the warehouse like swords through flesh, impaling a few unlucky souls. Blood sprays in wild arcs, and the dead men never even had time to scream. Gunfire erupts.

You know he hasn’t even seen you, hasn’t registered that you’re alive and mostly well, tied in the center of the room. It does not matter to Sylus that the blood of these men has made it to you, spattering across your bare feet. He does not see it. He just knows you are here; he knows that you are hurting, and he knows that every person in this room responsible for your current state will die. Badly.

Except, you think, your mind pooling thickly, time slowing and slipping in a cruel, sticky way, he cannot know about the dagger.

The dagger that is plunging toward his chest. The dagger that sings somehow, a horrible requiem, a promise of goodbye. His eyes watch its descent, and then slip past it, finally, to you. You marvel at the surprise there. Someone has finally caught him unawares.

The dagger rips into his chest and you are caught in a fly trap of dawning horror, of a dropping heart rate, a pain so resounding, tearing at your insides.

Your ears ring.

Your throat is raw with a scream you do not hear.

Men wrench his arms behind him, and the dagger wielder strikes again, again, again. The gunfire has stopped.

When the sound comes back, you wish you’d simply gone deaf. The wet crunch of the blade sawing in and out of Sylus’s chest is a poison in your soul. But it’s his gasp that you know will follow you to your grave.

Sylus stumbles. And you watch the titan of a man fall. The man who has become so much to you, so much that you’ve not been able to define it, falls to his knees. You feel his blood speckle across your face, warm like summer rain, an anointing.

He looks at you, and you look back. Your name is a whispered prayer on his lips.

The world cracks open.

And so do you.

Your vision fails as your body bends, head thrown back, tears trailing down your temples into your hair.

Your eyes are wide open, but it isn’t the warehouse ceiling you see.

It’s a night sky.

And a shimmering cave.

It’s a vaulted chapel.

An ancient city.

A crowd of cold guardians, an organ, and chains on your wrists.

A tavern and a man on stage.

Treasures and weapons and gems and silks. A dagger with a studded hilt…

It’s your world crashing around you as you’re thrown into a pit. It’s claws around your throat and a tail around your waist.

It’s the sky rushing by like you’re flying.

It’s a field of flowers.

And a warm body beneath yours.

It’s the sunlight in his eyes.

It’s Sylus.

But not...quite.

A dragon carries you, sweeping through those who wronged you, cultivating your desires. He threatens and cajoles, he growls, and he bites. Your neck stings with his mark. Your skin is alight with it.

He lies in the field, and preens as you put flowers in his hair. Your lips barely brush his, and your heart screams when the vision within the vision fades.

You sob as the sword in your hands thrusts deep, and your dragon disappears on a warm breeze, your enemies slain in his final act of love.

And then it’s Sylus as he is now. Him in the boxing ring, sliding a ring onto your finger. It’s you and he in the snow, your hands brushing flakes from his hair. It’s you and he in the Grasslands, it’s you and he on a ship, silly little cat ears and all. It’s him making you dinner, helping you fight, smiling softly in the dark.

Beautiful garnet eyes are the last thing that vanish from your view.

As they’re fading now.

The cold air of the warehouse slams into you as your chair crashes forward back onto all four legs. You see the men standing around Sylus, watching the man—your man—dim. You see…and you do not see.

You do not know where you pull the sword from. You do not comprehend the way the air around you freezes, and then goes searing hot. You only feel the hilt in your hands, the weight of the weapon pulling at your arms. The rage that pumps the blood in your veins and the utter silence with which you wield the very weapon you once used to kill your beloved.

This time when the blade finds flesh, it is of those who deserve the death you deal.

The men never know how you got out of your binds. They never know where the dragon slaying weapon came from. And none of them would ever get the chance to whisper about it either. After all, what is a man to a blade forged against dragons?

But Sylus knows. In the dimming light he’d seen your binds melt away, had seen you stand and the sword settle into your grip like a lover’s hand, pulled from thin air, from time itself. The pressure and pain in his chest had ceased when you grasped the blade, and with it, eons of longing and anguish vanished like dust on the wind.

And then the room goes golden.

You sense your Evol, more than see it. The air crackles with the energy as your sword cuts through body after body. More men converge, forgetting to run, blindly thinking they’ll stop you. Maybe numbers will stop you. You are vaguely aware of the flash of the gunfire beginning again.

But your Evol meets another, and you gasp at the way flames fill your body. Power pours into you, curling around your Evol, stroking it tenderly. For the first time in all your life, you feel complete, and you pause for a moment to appreciate the power purr over your skin, before exploding from your pores and shattering the windows like a nuclear blast, reducing the shrieking men to mist. You never saw the way the lead man had eyed your weapon with a wild hunger as you cut through his men. But, your mouth curls into a nasty grin, you do watch his body turn to dust.

The sword clatters to the ground, and your body seems to hang, momentarily. You’re barely putting any weight on your feet, as if poised to spring forward and eliminate more threats. Sweat and blood drips down your face and arms. Your shoulders burn and your scalp tingles. You feel like you’ve been flying.

A soft moan brings you back to your body. Sylus is on his feet. Blood thick on his shirt, but not on his skin, and the sweat and blood of your face mirrors itself on his, and his wound is knitting itself back together under the glow of your resonance…

Your shared resonance.

A sob punches from your throat and you’re running and tripping and reaching for him. He reaches, too.

His hands are so large, yet so gentle as they thread through your hair and cup the back of your head. Because of the claws he’d never wanted to hurt you with. His shoulder is strong beneath your cheek, his body warm against yours as he pulls you impossibly close, alive and in your arms. He’s strong enough to keep you both standing, even as you shake uncontrollably.

You’re babbling as the last vestiges of the resonance fades. A tight, wounded, barely coherent torrent. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me, forgive me, I remember it all now, forgive me—”

And he: “Shh, shh, I know, I know, there’s nothing to forgive, my love.”

Over and over the hiccupping sobs and the body-wracking apologies. Tighter and tighter your fingers on his shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I love you, I love you.” And you do. You have, it would seem. Even now, without the memory, you know you have.

“I know,” he whispers. “I know. I was just waiting for you to know, too.” His fingers are soft on your chin and your lips, beneath your eyes as they wipe away the tears.

“I love you, too, sweetie.”

And, gods, has he. For millennia; forever.

[lady-wallace]

Secret Garden - Chap 7 (Love and Deepspace)

We are down to the wire now, and the boys are launching their rescue.

If you haven't caught up yet, you can check out the Masterpost HERE

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Teaser:

“The only weak spot is the front gate,” Xavier said, tapping the area. “The rest of the property is surrounded by ten-foot walls.”

“It won’t be a problem,” Sylus said, cracking his knuckles. “I can break through with my Evol.”

“We can’t trust to that,” Zayne spoke up. “Caleb might be there alone, or he might have guards.”

“Mephisto didn’t report more than Caleb and Ari in the house,” Sylus said surely. “Besides, he’s too protective to let anyone else near her, I’m sure.”

Zayne tapped his chin, musing. “Still, I’m worried about simply barging in. We don’t know what state of mind Caleb might be in. A full assault could put Ari in danger.”

“I don’t need to barge in,” Xavier said firmly. “I can be over that wall and inside easily enough.”

“Bad idea,” Sylus cut in. “Let me remind you that you’re the weakest link here.”

Xavier shot him a glare as pointed as his sword. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it,” Sylus said. “You use the light Evol. Caleb has the ability to create black holes. I’m sure high school physics taught you what that means.”

Xavier clenched his jaw. “You think I’m sitting on the sidelines?”

“No, but you’re not going to go in there alone,” Sylus said firmly, tapping the blueprints. “This house is a fortress. Caleb could potentially hole himself up inside of it and we can’t risk Ari by blasting through.”

“I agree,” Zayne said. “We need some sort of distraction. Something to draw Caleb from the house.”

They all looked up at Rafayel who raised his head with a wary expression. “What?”

Xavier folded his arms over his chest. “I think we can all agree that Rafayel is the cannon fodder.”

“Um, excuse me?” Rafayel cried. “What do you mean, ‘cannon fodder’, you glorified nightlight?!”

Xavier moved and Zayne slammed an arm across his chest. “Stop,” he snapped before turning back to Rafayel. “He’s right, though, you’re our best chance at a distraction. You’re probably the one Caleb is least familiar with and you’re better at acting.”

Rafayel pouted, still glowering. “You want me to get us in the gate?”

“Get Caleb out of the house, Luke and Kieran will get us in the gate,” Sylus said. “After that, we will subdue Caleb before we make a move to find Ariadne, that way we know he won’t be able to use her against us—or us against her.”

[blorbologist]

I wish you would write a fic where...

More of the consecuted!Ashton being raised by Essek, please 😘

~580 words | Gen | Essek-centric | Mention of this being 100+ years post-canon and most of the Nein have passed, as well as Ashton

Short one! I stopped to think about how, exactly, Essek would somehow adopt Ashton before they even realized they had past memories, and perhaps this isn't fully sound but I had fun with it :D

I wish you would write a fic where... prompt game

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Deirta Thelyss once claimed, in the gentle and patronizing way of one practiced at such speech, that she knew from the beginning that Essek was a new soul. He dismissed this immediately as justification for the cool detachment with which she raised him while waiting to see if he was anyone worth caring about.

This was a very solid conclusion until roughly three hours ago, where just as quickly as he disregarded his Umavi’s words he recognized this child. This child he had never met before in his life.

It had been a hunch to ask around. A gift of fortune that he was not immediately carted off as a (as Beauregard would have called it) a complete fucking creep.

But he knew where Greymoore had died. And so could extrapolate the - purely hypothetical - radius to investigate very accurately. And it’s not like the Cobalt Soul didn’t research the strangest of topics. Such as - again, hypothetically - any children born in this range of days potentially experiencing strange flashes and memories.

And if it became a long-term, fruitless research project, well. It’s not like he’s had much better to do. Caduceus is lovely, quite lovely, but there’s only so long he can garden before he’s gently being told to stop cross-breeding the plants and experimenting with grafts. 

(Only so long he can endure the reminders of what they’ve both buried in this same earth. He has always been a weak man.)

Essek long wrote this off as a fruitless thing. Ashton Greymoore was not consecuted, and calling their brain a biological Beacon would be generous (and swiftly provoke several rebuttal papers if he could publish the findings under another alias), and it had been too long. Frankly, he should have given up after fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, twenty years passed without a youth seeking him out on his rounds.

This child is not even toddling. It’s been over a century since he last met this soul, but he knows - he knows, deep in the pit of arcana in his stomach - that this is that genasi.

At this point the towns in his circuit consider it a queer sort of rite to show Essek their children. He’s learned to entertain them with simple spellcraft, enough of a delight to buy good faith. 

“Whoever birthed this little one dropped him on our doorstep,” the weary old orc is explaining; there’s a rush of sympathy and frustration swimming through his bloodstream. Deirta’s face flashes before his eyes, for no particular reason.

They keep talking. Essek keeps nodding and hopes his poker face has improved, because he is panicking. 

He had thought this out. Be the benevolent, strange sort of uncle (the memory of Jester’s voice trills, like a fairy godmother!) and be conveniently available when anamnesis occurred and otherwise simply… observe. For science. Because this was quite the unique sort of circumstance, and could disprove or bolster centuries of his work (and Caleb’s, the foundation of so much of it).

Essek can’t simply sit back and observe - can’t watch Ashton Greymoore grow up in an orphanage. Not again. 

The small human looks nothing like the Ashton he knew. And giggles and reaches for the flutters and skeins of magic without any hesitation, without pain. And he has a shock of red hair.

So with the heedless decision-making that’s evaded him since Caleb and Jester and Fjord and Beauregard and Veth and Yasha and Kingsley passed he says, “Ah. Well, I could offer-” they? They don’t know that yet, “- him a home.”

[aerieinthenest]

Not me alerting Caleb of my period starting and using the ‘caring message’ function, and he fully just goes “yeah i bought you a nightlight and it has an emergency phone call function, just say ‘call Caleb’ when you need it” as if I’m in mortal danger of my cycle 💀 he’s so goofy i love him

I absolutely headcannon that this man genuinely has no idea the proper function of how menstruation works

- he absolutely zoned out of that topic in health class

My reasons i hear you ask?

1. Teenage boy

2. MC is definitely a few years younger than him so he probably didn’t think it would be useful for him to know until after MC started getting her cycles

- he fully panicked the second she mentioned it to grandma within his earshot, so he learned the basics super quick off the internet

i don’t think grandma would’ve told him abt it if he asked her, she seems kind of conservative in that regard of hygiene (plus its funny to think Caleb and Josephine had steadily growing beef with each other for years prior to the explosion)

Adult Caleb definitely got some sort of knowledge off of his female classmates in the DAA when he was studying to be a pilot but after that he basically just tried learning from the guys in his class and their girlfriends

And guys exaggerate a lot so poor Caleb definitely heard so much inaccurate information about periods and immediately messaged MC like “is it true all girls suffer from x/y/z symptoms when they’re on their cycle?” And MC just sees the message and internally dies because goddamnit not again Caleb

(Gideon suffers from many angry messages from MC on social media DMs bc she can’t have him feeding Caleb fake info on how her body potentially works bc no, girls don’t all get their periods at the same time every month globally, stop telling him false information!!)

This is all just my personal take on our favourite Farspace Fleet Colonel, i am not a Caleb girlie by any proper margins (i love him but he’s not my main), so Caleb mains and Caleb girlies please do not come for me on this, its entirely just me spitballing how i see him 😭 if its out of context to your interpretation of him, i apologise!!

Please i would love to hear other people’s takes on this, i am genuinely so curious to hear what you can come up with of him being absolutely clueless about periods <3

[starapple-sandcastle]

Us Under Moonlight

LADS Xavier x MC x Caleb oneshot

5,409 words

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Soft, almost exhausted sounds escape from my lips as Caleb and I continue into our third hour of being connected below the waistline. Sweat trails down Caleb’s torso as he continues gliding himself in and out of my sensitive area. His body glistens under the moonlight that has crept into my bedroom, putting an ethereal spotlight on us as we pant in heavy breaths to a shared rhythm. Having came more times than I could count tonight, I was nearly out of breath and slick with sweat all over. Our bodies slide together, adding to the constant stream of sounds that were filling up my moonlit bedroom. 

However, startling the both of us, we hear a clicking of the latch on my front door. We both freeze and look at each other, the tiredness dissipating almost immediately at the sound of a potential threat. Caleb wears a quite concerned expression, despite trying to put on a reassuring face. I know what he is trying to do though, so I play along and allow him to reassure me and investigate the threat himself.

He pulls himself out of me and swiftly paces out of the bedroom to investigate the sound. Whatever the threat is, I have no doubt that Caleb is more than capable of subduing an intruder. I’ve always been able to trust Caleb to protect me, and now isn’t any different. I laugh quietly to myself at the thought of the poor fool who is going to be brutally beaten down by Caleb who is currently completely nude.

However, instead of commotion, all I hear is complete silence. The only sound I can truly hear is my own heartbeat in my ears and me trying desperately to catch my breath - which of course is only making it harder to listen in to what was going on in my living room. I ready my shaky legs to stand despite Caleb telling me to stay put. I know I never listen to him. I know he’ll reprimand me if he sees that I didn’t follow his orders. But as usual that doesn’t dissuade my decision to get involved. I can always trust Caleb to protect me, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t desire to protect him, too. Although, with the state I’m in I doubt I’ll be much help. 

However, unable to stay still, I move to stand. Holding myself up on the wall to help me balance upright despite my wobbly legs, I peak out the crack of the bedroom door. I can make out two figures standing in my dark living room, neither moving nor speaking. It’s so hard to see, I think as I try to make out the two figures. Caleb and…?

“Xavier?” I ask aloud before I can stop myself. 

“Tsk.” Xavier scoffs, staring daggers at Caleb before glancing over to me. Looking at me Xavier’s furrowed brow does not cease, but his gaze softens. His expression is one of mixed emotions. Feeling a pang in my heart I start to speak but Caleb beats me to it.

“Get back in bed, pip-squeak. It’s just your annoyingly nosey neighbor. I’m sure our uninvited guest will be leaving now,” Caleb states, not breaking his glare at Xavier. 

“Wait!” I croak. Both of the figures in a standoff turn to me with a look of confusion. “Um…” I stammer, not really sure what I wanted to say. I look to the ground to try and find the right words. “Can’t he… stay?” I mumble, slightly surprised by my own request. 

“No.” Caleb states with zero hesitation. 

“I’m staying,” Xavier retorts. “Why don’t you leave?” he asks pointedly at Caleb.

“She doesn’t want me to leave either, do you, pip?” Caleb questions with a smirk, looking over his shoulder to me who is still propping myself up against the doorway to my bedroom. 

“Please stay…don’t go,” I manage to say, grateful for the dimly lit room that allows me to hide my quickly reddening face at how desperate I sound.

“I’m staying, but I’m definitely not about to watch you fuck her,” Xavier states, still staring daggers at Caleb. 

“Oh? What’s your plan then? Cause I’m definitely going to continue making her feel good,” Caleb says in a low tone leaning into Xavier’s face. He presses on, “See how her legs are shaking? I did that. And honestly, I’m not even done pleasing her-”

Caleb is cut off by Xavier walking past him, intentionally shoving into his shoulder. Xavier strides over to me, locking eyes with me as he places his hand on my cheek. His expression is one filled with both undying love and complicated pain. I watch as his emotions swirl behind his deep blue eyes. Unable to decide how to comfort him and reassure him of my sincere feelings for him, I stay quiet but continue to hold his eye contact. My feelings for Xavier run deep. After all, I gave him access to my apartment when I added his fingerprint to my door lock. I’m unsure of why he entered my apartment tonight, but I trust him regardless. He’s more than just my mission partner - I trust him completely. We stay silent like this for a moment, trying to read each other’s feelings that are stirring within our eyes.

“Well, now what?” Caleb questions with his arms crossed, breaking the tender silence that fell upon my apartment. 

“I’m taking back what is mine, that’s what,” Xavier states coldly before gently lifting me under my knees and back, carrying me back into my room. He kicks my bedroom door shut with his foot after he passes the threshold.

“Excuse me? Absolutely not,” Caleb interjects, following us into my bedroom, using his gravity evol to swing the door open forcefully.

“Stay if you want, pest, but you’re done touching her,” Xavier spits matter-of-factly, turning to face Caleb but continuing to hold me close to him. 

“You’re not the one calling the shots here. And you’re definitely not in charge of me and what I do with someone who’s mine,” Caleb retorts as he nods his head gesturing to me. “She’s the one who decides what she wants, not you. So, pip-squeak… what is it you want right now?” Caleb asks me as he shifts his gaze to meet my eyes, moving closer towards Xavier and I but stopping short of coming into contact with me. 

“I…” I whisper, unsure of the feelings inside of me. I know it’s selfish but I can’t choose between the two men standing before me, both of them being too irreplaceable in my life. “I’m sorry…I know I’m about to be greedy…but…” I trail off, alternating between the two pairs of eyes before ultimately looking to the floor. 

“You can be greedy. You can have whatever it is you desire, pip-squeak,” Caleb says in a gentle tone, taking another step to me and slowly reaching for my hand before intertwining our fingers. I tear my eyes away from the floor to meet his. 

“Watch it,” Xavier hisses between gritted teeth. I can hear the turmoil churning within Xavier, conflicted on seeing me being touched by someone else. I can feel his muscles tense and his heart race quickening against my body. Caleb doesn’t even spare Xavier a glance and instead keeps his eyes locked with mine, his gaze full of devotion and fondness.

“Both of you…stay with me tonight…please,” I manage to say, despite being a burning red from my own admittance of selfishness. 

“I’m not sharing you with him,” Xavier huffs. He detaches mine and Caleb’s hands inconspicuously as he turns to set me down gently on the bed behind us. “If it’s what she wants, you can stay, but I’m not letting you touch her,” he states flatly to Caleb.

“Sure.” Caleb scoffs, unbothered by Xavier’s demands. He reveals a smirk that I know means he hasn’t accepted Xavier’s dictation and is instead going to turn this around in his favor. Caleb has always been competitive when it comes to proving that he knows me better than anyone else. He knows how excited he makes me, and he always knows what I want better than I do - of course he's going to accept a challenge to prove his closeness with me just so he can rub it into his opponent’s face. 

They both look to me for one last confirmation of what it is that I desire. Looking at them both, my eyes swirl with a lustful appetite, my breaths short. Xavier moves first as Caleb chuckles, lightly shaking his head. 

Xavier’s lips crash into mine, causing me to inhale sharply. His kiss is both passionate and considerate. We move to be upright on our knees as his hands find my torso, moving with purpose. I can feel it in the heat of his hands and lips as they both roam my body that he is needing to reclaim what is his. Xavier, seeming to have disregarded Caleb’s presence entirely, now focuses solely on me. He swiftly removes his clothing revealing to me that he is hard and twitching in anticipation to enter me. Not letting another moment go to waste, Xavier lines himself up with my entrance before pressing into me. A soft sigh escapes both of our lips as we fully connect and warmth radiates from our sensitive areas.

Xavier begins to move in and out of me at a strong, consistent pace as he moves down my jaw and neck with his mouth leaving a trail of kisses. The kisses are warm and wet at first, but as he moves to the bottom of my neck they evolve into deeper, desperate sucking and biting. He feverishly leaves behind a trail of red marks. I can’t help myself as a sigh slips out of my mouth. There’s no denying that Caleb knows how to please me, but the same can also be said about Xavier. He knows that I like him being rough with me, marking me - leaving behind evidence of his presence in my life. 

Almost transfixed in this feeling with Xavier, I have to force myself to turn my head to look at Caleb. What must he be thinking I wonder nervously. To my surprise his expression is not one of rage or jealousy, but rather one of love and affection. It’s as if Xavier is irrelevant in his vision and he is instead solely focusing on me and my glistening body in the moonlight.

Caleb moves to join us on the bed upright on our knees. He cups my cheek, looking into my eyes with deep emotion. I tilt my lips towards his, wanting to pull him in closer to me. He leans in and presses his lips to mine gently but definitely without reservation. His tongue is inside of my mouth within moments, tangling it up with mine. I hear a soft scuff from Xavier from below as he sucks on my breast. Caleb’s actions don’t cause Xavier to stop and push Caleb away, but instead causes him to grip me harder, biting down on my sensitive nipples drawing my attention back to him.

“Ah!” I exclaim into Caleb’s mouth, unable to hide my surprise and pleasure from Xavier’s actions. My body leans further into Xavier’s grip as my head leans back, taking in the pleasure I feel. 

“You’re stunning, pip-squeak,” Caleb pants looking at me with such love and loyalty in his eyes that I begin to burn inside with longing and desire. 

Xavier moves in and out of me at a steady pace, bringing forth more involuntary gasps from my lips. I can feel my warm wetness dripping down my trembling leg. Caleb takes notice of the fluid gliding down my inner thigh and lets out a soft chuckle as he moves to be behind me. However, Caleb’s sudden repositioning doesn’t go unnoticed by Xavier. 

“No. Don’t you dare. She’s mine,” he interjects in a deep tone between heavy breaths without slowing his pace. 

“Then what do you expect me to do? Put it in your ass?” Caleb questions cocking an eyebrow, sounding annoyed at Xavier’s entitled possessiveness. 

Xavier opened his mouth to respond bluntly, but before he could he catches my gaze. I can’t help how that sarcastic question made me feel nor can I hide the expression that was now unknowingly showing on my face. However, based on Xavier’s response, I undoubtedly had a specific twinkle in my eye that led him to change his answer.

“At this point I don’t care, but you’re not putting it in her,” Xavier dismisses snarkily, obviously finished with this conversation as he continues to move himself in and out of me, moving his hands to my ass and returning to sucking on my breasts and neck. As if to solidify the boundary he placed, he slides his middle finger into my other entrance, laying claim to it as well. 

“Mmm!” I exclaim, slightly taken aback by Xavier’s show of dominance. 

Caleb looks into my eyes to see the same twinkle that Xavier saw. With a smug expression Caleb retorts, “Oh pip-squeak, so so beautiful and so so greedy.” He huffs knowingly with a new determination in his gaze. Caleb gives me a knowing look before leaning in close to my ear, “No one knows you quite like I do, wouldn't you say, pip-squeak?” My eyes grow wide and my face burns hot from embarrassment on what that statement could mean. Not fully sure what he meant by that, I continue trying to cover up my embarrassment. I decide to scoff and roll my eyes at Caleb.

Caleb gives me one last smirk before he moves from behind me and instead moves himself behind Xavier. The only sounds that can be heard is the sound of Xavier thrusting into my entrances and the breathy sighs that are escaping both of our lips. Unsurprisingly, Xavier feels incredible, filling me so completely. I allow my head to drop back and my eyes to roll closed, taking in the sensation of Xavier’s body becoming one with mine. 

Suddenly, however, Xavier’s pace slightly falters. I open my eyes to see Xavier taking a deep exhale, mouth agape, leaning his head back, his eyes following suit as they roll back and closed. Caleb is not only behind Xavier - he’s in him. 

Oh. 

I dazedly stare at the sight before me, eyes undoubtedly glistening as my heart race quickens. I didn’t know this was a sight that I wanted to see, but the confusing desire I was feeling earlier tonight is crystal clear to me now. Xavier’s beautiful gasps fill the room that is lit up by only moonlight. He shines brilliantly - a dazzling star.

Soon, the three of us find a comfortable and pleasuring pace. Xavier, who seems to almost be in a trance, leans further back against Caleb resting his head against Caleb's shoulder, his sweat dripping from his hair and onto Caleb’s well-maintained chest. Xavier’s eyes are closed, making his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks. I take in the visual that is in front of me. 

Beautiful. 

The only thought my mind is able to gather is just how breathtakingly beautiful and brilliant Xavier is at this moment. Under the moonlight he shines before me in a radiance that I have never seen before. 

Curiously wanting to see Caleb’s reaction, I painfully tear my eyes away from Xavier’s beauty to meet Caleb’s hungered gaze as he fixedly looks into my eyes. Behind his amethyst eyes there is a turbulent storm brewing. There is only a brief moment before Caleb leans in to kiss my lips more forcibly than before. Caleb doesn’t close his eyes however, and instead maintains intense contact with mine as our saliva mixes. Xavier isn’t moving with a steady pace anymore and is instead at the mercy of Caleb’s pace pushing into him, setting the pace for how Xavier is pushing into me. Caleb’s tongue wastes no time in finding mine as he dances both passionately and playfully in my mouth, his eyes remaining locked onto mine.

I break away from Caleb, gasping for air. The room is the furthest thing from silent as it is filled with gasps from all three of us, causing the pleasure and excitement within my lower abdomen to grow exponentially. With the sounds filling the room and the sensations taking over all of my senses, I can feel a climax nearing. My legs shake beneath me, daring to give out at any moment. However, to my surprise, I suddenly feel stable. Caleb must be using his evol on me, I conclude. With the pressure off of my tired legs, I ride a wave of ecstasy as my body trembles in Xavier’s strong grasp. The pace quickens and strengthens as whiny grunts erupt from Caleb as he rests his forehead against Xavier’s back.

Xavier’s gaze finds mine and I can see it in his swimming eyes that he is close. I watch him intensely as his body becomes overwhelmed with the sensations that are happening to it, looking at me as his eyelids droop significantly and his eyebrows raise slightly. He breathes heavily as he looks at me. I reach out and hold his face in between my hands. I pull his beautiful face closer to mine, kissing him tenderly. The kiss doesn’t last long, however, as it is overcome with Xavier’s gaping mouth that breathes his moans into me. My eyes flutter open with furrowed brow as mine and Xavier’s mouths remain open in front of each other, panting into each other.

Both his and Caleb's moans grow more pronounced and frequent, with Caleb’s sounds melting into an almost whimper. I can hear and feel Xavier and Caleb reach their limits at the same exact moment as me. After an extended moment of intense thrusting followed by a simultaneous climax from all three of us, the pace slows and softens but doesn’t come to a halt. It instead finds a slower, but still steady pace. It seems we aren’t finished, I think. I couldn’t possibly stop now anyways, I think to myself, dispelling my tired body’s suggestions, legs trembling weakly beneath me.

I feel a shift in the bed as I look to see Caleb has moved to lie down with his back on the bed, pulling on my leg. It's only a brief moment before I understand what Caleb is motioning for me to do. With my hands intertwining with Xavier’s for balance, he pulls himself out of me. Seeming too dazed at this moment to object, he allows me to place my hips over Caleb’s face. Caleb’s tongue finds my sensitive spot easily, moving gently and methodically. 

“Ah…fuck Caleb,” I whisper breathily as my eyes roll closed. Caleb hums happily in response to my moaning his name. I can feel myself dripping down his chin as I press myself down onto him. However, I worry I’ve been too hasty and have put too much pressure on his face and decide to lift myself slightly. As if to object, Caleb uses his evol to pull me back down on his face, giving way to a pleased hum from him that resonates up my body. I take a moment to revel in this feeling before moving my attention to Xavier who is sitting motionless with the exception of his heaving chest, eyes dazed, hands still clasped in mine. He’s still very hard, liquid slowly spilling from his tip. Mmm fuck, I think as my desire for him overflows.

“I haven’t forgotten about you, Xavier. C’mere,” I motion. Xavier’s expression is one that is hard to read. For some reason, it seems my choice of words resonated with something deep inside Xavier, like a distant memory. Xavier’s expression morphs to one of longing as he moves toward me and hesitantly but obediently places himself over Caleb’s hips, facing me.

I break my hands away from his as I grab both him and Caleb where they are most sensitive, pumping steadily. Xavier looks at me doe-eyed, brow furrowed upwards into a pleading look. Wanting to continue seeing Xavier make a mess of himself, I line up Caleb with Xavier’s entrance. Continuing to pump Xavier’s sticky hardness with one hand, I place my other hand in his hair near the nape of his neck, pulling down lightly. Following my motion, Xavier lowers himself onto Caleb, erecting a moan from both his and Caleb’s mouth. 

“Mmm…ha,” I pant in response to the vibrations that Caleb sent through me with his moans. I tightly grip Xavier’s slick and throbbing self and run my thumb across his slippery tip, causing Xavier’s breath to hitch. I begin pumping him with continuous motion against the movement of him going up and down on Caleb.

Xavier reaches out to hold my breasts in his hands, running his thumb over my very erect nipples. This invokes yet another breathy sound from my lips. The sensation causes my hand pacing up and down on Xavier to falter slightly, seeming to amuse Xavier, who is now wearing a smirk. His dark eyes lock onto mine as he moves one of his hands up the side of my face, sliding his thumb into my mouth. I close my lips obediently around it and suck. A hiss of pleasure comes from his mouth from both the pleasure he is making me feel as well as the unexpected pleasure he is feeling elsewhere.

Caleb notices Xavier’s cockiness at this moment and bucks his hips up abruptly, pressing himself deep inside of Xavier. The smirk on Xavier’s face dissipates almost instantly as he is taken aback, letting out an uncontrolled gasp followed by a breathy sigh. Redness travels across Xavier’s face, reaching his ears.

Wishing to kiss Xavier’s pretty, out-of-breath lips, but being unable to comfortably reach him in this position, I contrived another method of connectedness. I lean forward fully and readjust my position over Caleb, his hands holding my hips to help steady me. My face now being inches away from Xavier’s throbbing and twitching stiffness, I look up to him with my mouth agape. He looks down at me with a look some might mistake for disdain. However, I know this look. This is Xavier’s look of lust and desire, a look I’ve been grateful to witness many times.

His hand moves to my face before tangling itself in my hair, guiding me to him. I take him in my mouth fully, relaxing my throat to allow him full mobility. He has stopped motioning up and down on Caleb and instead switches to a rocking motion, rolling his hips, making my efforts easier to achieve. In and out Xavier pulls and pushes himself into my throat, fucking my face. God he’s huge, I think to myself as I fully focus on keeping my throat relaxed for him. 

Suddenly, some of my saliva drips down onto Caleb's chiseled abdomen. Then, as if in response to being left out, I feel something enter me. Initially shocked at the sensation, I feel Caleb softly kiss my inner thigh as if to reassure me and I know exactly what he is trying to say - Careful, don’t make him notice that I’m touching you like this. 

Making sure to not let this new sudden sensation of Caleb playing with my sensitive parts on both the outside and inside come to Xavier’s attention, I continue diligently sucking on him. Luckily, Xavier’s eyes are locked onto where my mouth and him meet that he hasn’t noticed Caleb entering me with his fingers. 

“You are so beautiful taking me like that..” Xavier pants breathily as he looks down at me. “So, so pretty…” he breathes heavily. Eventually though, he is unable to maintain eye contact as his eyes flutter closed and his head falls back, overcome with ecstasy.

My legs tremble persistently as Caleb continues to caress me both inside and outside. The moonlight, still peaking through my bedroom window, takes witness to the build up and release of pressure from all three of us that erupts at what seems to be the exact same moment once again. I catch all of Xavier’s warmth that explodes into my mouth, sucking the last drop out of him as he shudders. I make a “pop” sound as I pull my lips over his pretty pink tip, earning me another shudder from him. 

For a moment there is no pacing and instead just heavy breathing and dripping sensitive areas. 

Xavier pulls himself off of Caleb slowly, causing a small whimper to escape Caleb’s lips. Xavier leans down and gives me a soft and gentle peck on the lips. I follow Xavier and move myself off of Caleb, who lies still for a moment, trying to catch his breath. 

Overcome with exhaustion from the last few hours of my night, I flop onto the bed next to Caleb, Xavier mimicking my motion to lie on the other side of me.

Just when I think that the other two parties must be too exhausted to continue, I feel Xavier press his body against my back, lining himself up with my entrance. He’s still going? Xavier pushes forward into my warm, sticky mess causing both of us to let out a deep moan.

I refocus my eyes to see Caleb laying directly in front of me, holding eye contact. Xavier is thrusting into me as Caleb stares intently into my eyes. Breaking my eyes away from embarrassment, I look down to see Caleb is dripping from his tip, seeming to be hungry for more still. Him too? 

I reach down to take Caleb in my hands, pumping him to the rhythm of Xavier pounding into me from behind. Caleb's amethyst eyes remain locked onto mine, seeming to see right through me all the way to my soul.

The look in Caleb's eyes brings me to a sudden realization. Caleb orchestrated this situation to play out this way because he knew I wanted it. He knew I wanted it even before I knew I wanted it. He’s always knowing what I want before I do and it really pisses me off sometimes. However, I also can’t help but treasure that he truly sees through me and always spoils me - giving me whatever it is I want. Caleb is so willing to please, and it turns me on every time I witness it.

I look at Caleb with pleading eyes, desiring his touch. Seeming to understand, he reaches out to hold my breast in his hands, scooting closer to me. 

Xavier, despite seeming to be distracted with my body, has reasserted his dominance. Displeased with Caleb’s groping, Xavier scoffs as he reaches around to the front of me to touch my sensitive area, his warm fingers gliding across me.

If it wasn’t clear to me before now, there is no denying that the two of them are treating this as a competition that I’m stuck in the middle of. Not that I mind if I’m being completely honest with myself. Moan after moan escapes my lips as the sensations overwhelm me. 

Caleb doesn’t relent, continuing to squeeze me just the way I like it. His large, strong hands grip me tightly and lovingly. My hand is unable to pace up and down consistently on him at this point, but that doesn’t seem to deter him in the slightest. Instead, he moves even closer to me, pressing himself against me. He begins thrusting himself against my lower abdomen, pushing in my walls around Xavier. 

“Ah, ah fuck,” I pant, pretty much out of breath at this point. My legs shake as I feel myself slipping into ecstasy once again tonight. Caleb removes one of his hands from my chest to grab me by my jaw. 

“Look at me, pip-squeak,” Caleb demands, a hungry look in his eyes. I have trouble keeping my hooded eyes on him, losing myself in the sensation of Xavier’s heat and hands touching me. My eyes droop relentlessly, but Caleb shakes my head slightly to jar me awake. “You have to keep looking at me, pip,” he says, more breathy and less demanding as compared to the time before. His eyes droop slightly, indicating that he is close, too.

Xavier, seeming to be annoyed with Caleb’s demands, bites down on the back of my shoulder, hard. I exclaim out, shocked by the sudden pain radiating from my shoulder.

“She might be looking at you,” Xavier growls, “but she’s thinking about me.” 

Caleb clicks his teeth, seeming to lose patience in this game we have found ourselves in. Caleb, deciding to fan the flames, continues “That’s funny, weren’t you just thinking about me just a few moments ago?”

Caleb's question causes my mind to drift back to the imagery of Xavier losing his composure as Caleb thrusts into him. Reminiscing on that imagery, I feel myself grow hotter and wetter. My body presses itself into Xavier’s, pressing so hard that I can feel his heartbeat beating against my back.

His question earns a scoff from Xavier. “As if,” Xavier retorts, biting down on me once more. Pleased with me moving further into his embrace, I can feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin as he kisses me. He hums softly as he begins to suck on my neck.

No longer able to hold myself back, I release my muscles and come hard onto Xavier and Caleb both. My sudden gasps and wetness cause Xavier to release himself into me for the third time tonight. He moans loudly into my ear, biting down on it. He looks up from his position on my ear to stare daggers into Caleb’s murky eyes. 

Caleb smirks, unaffected by Xavier’s obvious claim of territory. Caleb crashes his lips into mine as he pumps himself against me.

Whimpering loudly now, Caleb’s lips vibrate against mine as he shoots his hot liquid all over me. Normally, it would have only landed on my torso. However, Caleb can control gravity, so he is able to intentionally shoot himself all over my breasts and face, leaving himself all over me. 

“Look at you, pip-squeak. What a mess,” he pants as he moves my sweaty hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “I’ll clean you up,” he says with a smile, as if he wasn’t the one to cause this mess in the first place. 

“I’ll do it,” Xavier states coldly, surprising both Caleb and me. Xavier pulls himself out of me reluctantly, pushing me onto my back where he begins to lick off all of Caleb from my chest and face. Xavier’s tongue glides across my breast, moving up to my lower jaw. My body shudders in response to his warm mouth wetting my entire décolletage. Xavier holds Caleb’s load in his mouth for but a moment before spitting it onto Caleb’s torso. “You can have this back,” Xavier states callously as he continues to clean me off with his mouth. Caleb chuckles softly as Xavier leaves another mark on my body for good measure. 

“Seems you might need to change the lock on your front door, pip-squeak. Apparently anyone can get in,” Caleb warns as he wipes the mix of Xavier’s saliva and his own liquid off of himself. 

Xavier counters him stating, “I’m the only person who has access to her front door, and it’s going to stay that way.”

My mind is swimming now, unable to keep myself awake much longer. I mumble “Please, both of you…stay…lets sleep now…please…I can’t take anymore,” I manage to get out between heavy breaths. 

“Alright, pip. Anything for you,” Caleb says, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead then on both of my eyelids. I give Caleb a breathy peck on the lips before turning my back to him. He moves in to cuddle me from behind, our bodies slick with sweat. He drapes his arm around my waist as he nuzzles his face into my back. 

Xavier, facing me, takes my hands in his before placing a kiss atop them. He then quickly pecks my nose before scooting in closer to cuddle me. With one hand clasped in his, I wrap my other arm around his glistening torso. 

I take one last glance up to the moon and the stars in the night sky that shine brilliantly into my bedroom window. What a beautiful night under the moonlight I think. However, in the very next moment, my consciousness slips away from me as I fall into the deepest sleep I’ve ever had.

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Mali pt.4

Ali: [turn up diva, not able to knock because you’re holding a sleeping child (and the giant bag of stuff you need to bring with you everywhere when you have a kid), but with how impatient he is you know he’ll be on the lookout for this janky car pulling up, standing here in his doorway, shhing him before he’s even said a word because you’re mutually !! but Django has to be settled in his makeshift bed before anything can really be said or done about that, thank you very much]

Moses: [okay so let me tell you about my dream before winola gay punches me lol, obvs I’ll adjust for vibes as I go because this was the other night and they’ve talked more since, but ANYWAY, yeah, you’re so correct because first things first, he did take this sleeping child from her arms and settle him in the adorable floor bed he made, tucking him in and looking at him sleeping for a sec because the seed of maybe having his own kid one day has been sown with how they’ve been talking about him and the baby, then turning to LOOK at Alison like are you coming in or not because impatient is an understatement, hence when she’s barely set foot inside this gaff, pushing her to the floor and only just managing to get their clothes off enough that he can be immediately inside her in his !! haste, holding her head pinned to said floor (while his body pins hers) so that she facing the direction of sleeping Django and can’t move because she was adamant she needed to keep an eye on him and also, more importantly, LOOK at the adorable bed I made him and how cosy and safe he is, since she had SUCH a reaction to being shown a pic of it, whispering in her ear so many extra ass possessive things about how he doesn’t like to be kept waiting, or sharing etc as if she didn’t come running the second he suggested it before they were fighting and as if he doesn’t like fighting lol lol, but it’s clearly the only way he can tell her (feral hookup happening aside) how desperate he is for her and how badly he needs to own her without sounding whiny and instead sounding like a daddy, can’t stop running his mouth but also can’t stop making quiet but very !! noises right in her ear that keep increasing in volume, that’s the first part of my dream, I’ll let you reply now because the next bit is post this hookup and we’re not there yet honeys] 

Ali: [are you appeased now little bear, we all love and appreciate your slay ideas, and truly, even if we weren’t planning on keeping our mouth closed, (one because you told us to and two because we need this lil boy to keep sleeping please), we are actually speechless at how affected we are by watching him put Django to bed so gently, having feelings about the feelings you can see him mulling over in his head, no time to even think about addressing that though because before you can truly register what’s happening you’re on the floor and he’s inside you and you’re covering your own mouth and BITING your hand so you don’t make LOUD unhinged noises because you are so ready and everything about this is turning you on beyond reason, responding to everything he’s saying physically as well as with your own !! noises (dampened by your hand ‘cos you cannot trust yourself to shut up if you aren’t eating it rn)]

Moses: [at least for Django’s sake, and y’all’s, there’s no way this won’t be the MOST feral quickie, killing you both in record time (but still beating Caleb’s haha and lasting longer than that flop however painfully turned on you both are) because he’s also WATCHING this child sleep and it’s a lil bit creepy and intense thank you, we can add more bruises to the list defs and potentially some carpet burn if they’re on a rug because he’s literally trying to fuck her through the floor rn, exposing her in the way her barely out of the way clothes are not with how he’s got her spread open for him to fuck her as deep and hard as he can, in case there was any doubt (there isn’t) of how jealous he was and who she belongs to in this moment]

Ali: [for real, neither of you is lasting here but when it’s mutual, that’s irrelevant, and we know it is, not to mention the danger element of it all like what if he wakes up, meaning you’re doing this even more shamelessly, letting him position you however he wants and letting him have all the control here, you’re absolutely getting fucked up by this floor in some way because it’s either carpet burn or friction burn from any other floor and all of this only makes you love it more]

Moses: [mhmm exactly, and it’s only gonna make them both die even quicker when he uses this power and control to put her legs on his shoulders because not only is she more exposed and shameless now if this child does wake up and not only does he have even more control to go even deeper but it more importantly means they can have EYE CONTACT for the first time since he threw her that initial LOOK, if they even did then, it might be for the first time since earlier (which feels like forever ago) so the girls are gonna lose it, not yet a chance to show off how flexible she is because he isn’t stood up or anything wild but there’s plenty of time for you to show that off diva, rn it’s just about making the missionary even more !!]

Ali: [yep there’s no way you aren’t, it’s giving cumming on sight which would be SO embarrassing if you were trying to play it cool but that’s gone out the window the way your legs are up in the air diva, just here LOOKING into his eyes whilst you die, nbd, pulling at whatever he’s still wearing to pull him into you as hard as you can because don’t go anywhere]

Moses: [literally but thank god it’s mutual and he’s cumming right along with her, not to mention he’s been too highkey about his jealousy and calling her his repeatedly to ever play it cool again lol, STARING right back into her eyes as he dies too even if it means they gotta water a bit cos you wanna shut them because of how good it feels but are refusing to, only breaking it after what feels like forever to check that this child is still sleeping because you have no idea how loud you were or weren’t at the end cos too far gone for volume control, thankfully he isn’t awake and you can turn your !! gaze back to this gal again, catch him staying inside her that entire time because never gonna leave, soz if that boy was awake but he simply won’t move yet]

Ali: [clinging to the underside of him like a little monkey and pulling yourself up (even if you pull him down in the process) to kiss along his jawline to his ear to give it a little nip as if you’re saying pay attention to me, but you too are checking on Django, whispering in Moses ear as you watch this baby ‘he’s a heavy sleeper’ ‘cos he would have to be living with miss mess Carly’s mother post Carly’s death, it would’ve been chaotic as fuck]

Moses: [how real because she was enough of a mess before Carly died so after it’s only gonna get worse, we see you feeling guilty ma’am as you should, even if you do fuck off to Spain as if you’re fine by then and you’ve ‘gotta live cos that’s what she would’ve wanted’ and all that nonsense you’re telling yourself, pop off, anyway, this is not about you lady, because Moses will be here smiling at this child like he’s his and he’s so proud of him for that and we’re all FINE about it]

Ali: [it’s so true, and honestly, Ali and Django will be better off without you, so go off hun, try to live life with that guilt, we’re here trying to live ours, which in this moment is pushing up on him, so weakly in comparison to when you’re being full feral but insistently because FINE about sums it up ‘fuck me again’ speaking quietly but not full whispering ‘cos you know you can get away with this volume easily, doing a lil hot lol because obviously he cannot right now and you could not take it but you gotta let him know]

Moses: [we should have her rock up back from Spain for a sec in gen 3 pretending like she wants to see Django when really it’s just that Carly’s nan has died and she wants her jewellery or money or whatever because that’s too real of the cliche you are, but that’s another story, here and now, he is trying to despite how dead they both are because she’s getting a twitch out of him for saying and doing that and we all know if he could get her pregnant rn in this moment he shamelessly would, it’s all he’s capable of thinking about, moving inside her, really attempting to get hard again this immediately when he’s literally still trying to catch his breath]

Ali: [that’s so real and we will remember that for sure, in the now, the shuddering way this girl’s body is reacting to him undoubtedly feels way too good for how dead y’all are, doing a little groan that turns into a panted string of blasphemy, tilting his head to yours so you can kiss him so slowly but deeply, your shaky hand tangling itself in his hair for support]

Moses: [y’all are welcome that the age he is and how good this does all feel means it’ll take minutes rather than hours before you can go again and you can just makeout until then, I just know he’s never kissed someone the way he currently is because it’s usually rough and hurried with him cos impatient king but he’s matching her slow deep energy, his hand doing a BIG hair stroke and holding her face with a level of gentleness he has yet to give her]

Ali: [my boo says fear not and she’s so right for that, no wonder y’all fall so hard and fast, out here passionately making out like you aren’t on the floor JUST inside his ‘van, telling him you’re his inbetween these intense kisses, getting more breathless just as you’d slightly recovered, ramping it all up again]

Moses: [yep, we totally get why, terrible idea though it may be, reaching his free hand that isn’t on her face/in her hair between her legs to rub her clit with the same slow but intense energy when she says she’s his because he so badly wants to fuck her again and can’t quite yet so this is the best he can do, despite continuing to roll his hips and try as he keeps kissing her]

Ali: [you’re in it now lads lol, and in it we are, rolling your own hips up to meet his even though you’re so sensitive that when he starts to touch you you feel like the YELP you do was closer to a SCREAM (thank the lord it wasn’t but that’s how dramatic you feel) clamping your hand back over your mouth, mid kiss, like oh no, LOOKING at him full !!]

Moses: [he unrepentantly LOVES it, soz baby Django but he do, grinning at her as he touches her harder, knowing the sound of that is getting quite loud in itself because of how turned on she is, biting her hand like she did but obvs the back of it instead, kinda gently more like a nip of her skin between his teeth, it goes without saying that her yelp (regardless of volume) went straight to his 🍆 and she’s gonna feel that too as he LOOKS back at her]

Ali: [moving your hand to do a ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this’ face at him, so appalled, but obviously breaking out into a giant grin because you’re not and you too LOVE it, even if you have no faith in lasting any longer the second round, throwing your head back with nowhere to go so you’re hitting it into the floor when you can feel him getting hard again inside you, the d word flying out your mouth before you have time to think about it]

Moses: [the girls are having a fantastic time with no regrets just like she said, potential head injury or not, lol, putting his hands on the floor to try out how that feels for this second round but ofc that’s not extra enough when the d word flies out so he’s changing it slightly to spread eagle her, her legs up and spread in a ridiculous v while he’s doing this because duh DEEP penetration required even if he can’t actually impregnate her tonight and rn immediately ‘what am I?’ cos no shit he wants her to repeat it]

Ali: [with some difficulty, listing all the things he is, not literally lmao but being very complimentary about how incredibly hot you find him and how good of a fuck without using the d word again because you know that’s what he wants you to repeat and you’ve gotta hold out, at least a little, just for fun]

Moses: [doing the MOST physically to get her to say it again even though he’s doing the hottest lol at the fact she won’t because it is fun, he loves to be sassed really for all his pretending he wants a girl to do as she’s told ‘who’s your daddy?’ because gotta tease her a little bit for how accidentally you know she said it or who are you]

Ali: [accidentally forgetting that you need to be quieter than is your go-to so full sending a continuous string of moans there when he’s doing the most to get you because he is, eyes darting over to Django like oh fuck but after a moment of stfuing, he’s clearly not waking up so you can do a sigh of relief and a mischievous grin ‘cos you got away with it, turning that grin into a faux pout and putting your hand over his mouth like you shh, don’t mock me lol]

Moses: [living for her forgetting where she is and how she’s supposed to behave because that’s the goal always and when she said she did in the car he was absolutely buzzing because that’s how he can and will fix her life rn (aside from buying her things like the car) so he’s going even harder not to get to her but because he genuinely can’t help it or doing his own moaned swear word which is probably ‘fuck’, which doesn’t wake this boy either when you follow her gaze and check him too, PULLING her hair when he could just pull or push her hand away because obvs he doesn’t want to when he could bite her palm harder than the nip he did on the back on her hand before, to get some more of his !! out, no fucks given it’ll change the position cos he can’t do this one handed idc how strong he is]

Ali: [‘fuck me’ like it’s a correction and a reminder to what you said before, like he isn’t already and you’re not loving it, pained NOISES from the hair pulling and biting only second the the NOISE of how turned on you are, telling him to listen like he needs to try hard when it’s unavoidable, taking this change of position as a chance to climb on top of him like now I have the advantage]

Moses: [adding the gypsy lingo word for the d word like that’s a correction because he still very much wants her to say it, obscenely doing the biggest thrust, pulling all the way out and slamming himself all the way back in so it’s as LOUD as it can possibly be while he’s got the chance before she changes the position up, sighing her name as practically a GASP when she does because her being on top like that reminds him of the car antics earlier which feel like they happened a million years ago to him even though they did not] 

Ali: [when you know that word all too well and even though it’s been a MINUTE since you got to say it, it comes back so easily and you’re letting him know he’s your daddy, really helped by the visual of your pregnant self above him like that again, mad that this is only your second sesh and on the same day, not that you have the space in your brain to be properly thinking about that, you’re way too concerned with how this all feels and mirroring his move by almost entirely moving off him only to dramatically slam down and take all of him]

Moses: [this boy just completely losing it at her finally saying this AND her pregnant body AND the move she just stole, making such unhinged noises about it, not even vaguely aware if they’re loud or not by this point, just needing to let her know how much he LOVED that and how close it got him, he had full notions of positioning them so that it mirrored the spread eagle one of before except with him sitting with his hands stretched behind him and her on him with his legs on his shoulders again and her hands likewise on the floor, it’s called the octopus appaz, the names send me, but he’s not sure he’s even gonna make it to this club now lol, trying anyway (even if it kills him instantly) because god loves a trier and he’s nothing if not the most extra at all times, pulling her top up but only to expose her stomach while he’s doing all this maneovering btw, not even fully aware he’s done that, speaking of notions, it is mad y’all have escalated this fast and normally I’d tell us off but this time it really fits who they are and where their heads are and what we want this relationship to be, so c’est la vie]

Ali: [making the biggest most ridiculous heart eyes at all the noise he’s making, copying the move again but leaving no time to linger because ‘I want your cum inside me’ and you fear much more messing and we’re gonna have an accident here on the floor, tryna get into the position he wants to be in but that’s hard when you refuse to properly get off him, feeling like you’re playing a game of twister and doing the hottest giggle about it, not even noticing some of your scar might be on display because you’re far too busy]

Moses: [they’re essentially just playfighting and rolling around the floor but that’s as fun so there’s no complaints here, he likewise won’t be noticing her scar (yet, though that was the other part of my dream so stay tuned for if they ever get off said floor haha) because he’s as busy, he will be noticing her nipple he almost took clean off though and STARING at it with his own eyes so intently before his tongue is messing with it the way you do a wobbly tooth, just poking the carnage he caused over and over until it makes him GROAN like !!]

Ali: [my boo said wait for it and we shall have to because the girls are booked and busy, the way this is making her fuck him so much harder, frantically riding him, begging him to make her bleed and telling him to ‘drink it’ like it’s milk, losing it here for real, being consistently louder, even if it’s still not LOUD, you feel like you’re screaming because y’all are not alone and acting like this]

Moses: [in no world is he not making her bleed and them both cum in such dramatic fashion, he just is, no notes and no hesitation in him drinking it as instructed, breathing so LOUD and so erratically he likewise feels like he might as well just be making all the noise because in this room with this sleeping child it feels like y’all might as well be doing all these feral antics right next to his head, literally sounding like when a baby is being a pig and absolutely guzzling a bottle]

Ali: [me like your poor nip is going to need healing time after this but when have you ever cared about that, see aforementioned scars, oh lord, it’s so telling for you both how hard this gets you, like good luck being nonchalant after this makes you both explode lol, at least his mouth is full (and you’re making sure it is FULL when you fall on top of him), you have to find his shoulder and do your SCREAMING into his muscles like a pillow]

Moses: [my boo says you’re both telling on yourselves and yeah they are, idk how we’re saying you only have 1 child together at this rate lol however off and on you are, you’re welcome though that he still pretty much has all his clothes on so the fabric of whatever top he’s wearing will also absorb the sounds of those screams, catch him likewise falling to the floor DEAD and cinematically also hitting his head exactly like she did earlier, just cos we can]

Ali: [nah genuinely lmao, you could have many and Johnathan would be found DEAD, speaking of I did have an idea for the future don’t let me forget Win, for now, be lying on the cold hard ground divas, reaching out to rub his head so ineffectually because you heard the clonk but you aren’t capable of doing anything more than that right now]

Moses: [you gotta do a lil lol about it like what are we like hehe, while looking over at Django again as if he’ll have heard the clonk too and woken up when he didn’t for any of your feral antics, I see you just wanting to genuinely check on him, case in point, reaching to adjust his blanket cos he’s moved like oh no lemme fix that, tucking him up again, because he really wasn’t that far away from y’all ever and that’s why you were into it]

Ali: [laughing back, in that quiet, out of breath way, because truly, still on the floor, an absolute mess and no regrets about it, crawling the short distance to stroke this baby boy’s hair and kiss his forehead, smiling at him for staying asleep and snuggled, adjusting your clothes on yourself as Moses’ adjusts these blankets, making yourself semi-presentable, even though there’s blood on your top now and you’re clearly out of clothes from the waist down, you tried]

Moses: [watching her love upon this child and stroking his hair yourself, almost instinctively, like he’s not even aware he’s gonna do it too until after he has, the softest you’ve ever been to a child because you’re normally throwing your nephews around or playfully teasing your single niece (so far) you’re that bitch, bringing the fun not the comfort, his breath catching in his throat a little bit when he realises what he just did, lowkey hoping Ali didn’t see it but we all know she did]

Ali: [she’s not going to say anything but she will be smiling to herself because you are blood and just from that perspective, she loves to see it, not even considering all the other ways she does, getting up, on your bambi legs, to look around his place nosily because you had no reason to be coming in here before, you weren’t trying to sleep with him, gotta do it now]

Moses: [letting her have a look around at this expensive bachelor pad which sadly won’t be very interesting for her because he thinks he did a slay job and he’s (mostly) too lost in his thoughts about this kid and baby Rio and having his own kids that have been brought to the surface by today’s antics, getting up to get something from the freezer for her to put on her mangled nip though which upsets me personally because it reminds me of when Johnny accidentally gave Ali a black eye and got a box of ice lollies out, shoutout kids again because they were for his nieces and nephews his older sisters already have, god knows what this frozen item is because this boy does not cook, maybe it’s legit one like we have, a pack cos always fighting]

Ali: [you are both lost in your own thoughts, Ali inevitably remembering Johnny’s place and their place that SOMEONE rudely burnt to the ground and at this point you assume that person to be Johnathan, then there’s the freezer item reminder of it all being literally thrust at you, taking it and shaking your head like you can dislodge all those memories, making the rookie move of putting it directly on your skin and it getting stuck to said mangled nip so then you have to pull it off, frowning at him grumpy cat style as if he made you do that but cuffing him affectionately ‘round the head with this ice-pack because he did not]

Moses: [taking this ice pack from her when she’s cuffed him around the head with it, giving her a look like oh you, taking off his top and wrapping the ice pack up in it before putting it much more carefully on her chest than she did, my dream didn’t go like this, obvs, but I fear maybe this should be when he sees Johnny’s name finally cos I’m soz but that just makes sense and is better than said dream actually because it’s happening in such a soft moment of him looking after her, immediately shook to his core and dropping said ice pack to the floor as he STARES at it before running his fingers over it like he can’t believe what he’s seeing]

Ali: [smirking at him a little and reaching out to touch his bod like any excuse, boy, and we’re not mad about it, distracted and letting him look after us before we even realise what is about to happen and then has happened, because it wouldn’t take much, his whole giant ass name is there, it would be very hard to cover honestly and I’ve always said that, as was kind of the point but now it is an absolute PROBLEM, jumping back as if you’ve been burnt, or that falling ice-pack was actually a boulder you need to avoid, WATCHING him like you’ve been caught because you have and all the PANIC is racing through your veins right now but you’re staying still and silent]

Moses: [his jealousy, OFF THE CHARTS, so dragging her into his bedroom so roughly by the arm because he’s gotta get her away from this sleeping kid and behind a shut door for once cos he’s even more importantly gotta check her whole body to see if she’s hiding anything else from him (which we know she is), pulling all her clothes off her so roughly and inspecting every inch of her with the same impatient roughness, finding the booty scar too eventually, because how could he not when he’s looking that thoroughly, so then of course he’s hitting her on said arse, it’s giving when Jonathan first did the initials and smacked her a little bit then except not at all because he’s doing it HARD and repeatedly, over and over again, throwing her onto his bed so she’s lying across it to REALLY do it, until she’s gonna be completely bruised and the scar is hidden, so she won’t be #triggered by the mems cos the vibe couldn’t be more different, it’s hot but it’s brutal too, finally saying ‘when you can’t sit down for a month, it’s me you’ll think of’ because gotta be possessive again]

Ali: [letting yourself be dragged into this room without a fight because you know if you get upset or angry, then that would wake this sweet boy up and you don’t want that to happen for his sake, likewise letting your clothes be torn off with the least resistance possible when you now feel really REALLY exposed and want to hide, covering your chest as best you can because he’s seen that and you don’t want him looking at it a second longer, you’d be turning so he can find this initial moment sooner rather than later because the SHAME is burning you inside out, you can’t be so stoic when he’s beating the shit out of you but you refuse to cry out so RIP to his duvet you’re using to stop yourself biting through your own tongue about it, the sounds of effort this takes are all you’re gonna get, through thick layers of fabric]

Moses: [We’d be lying through our teeth if we said he wasn’t getting turned on as hell (again) by this, both beating the shit out of her and the way she’s refusing to make a sound about it (as best she can) and just taking it, therefore, shamelessly getting on top of her and pushing the evidence of just how turned on he is right against (but not yet into) her booty hole as he asks, ‘did he have you like this, decent catholic he plays pretend he is?’ it’s full Jonathan shade because he knows the answer, that boy is not a good catholic or Django wouldn’t be sleeping in the other room rn, biting the back of her neck like animals do when they’re being saucy, shoutout Crim]

Ali: [we know she also is which only adds to all that delicious shame and confusion, shaking your head and making the kind of HA sound which can only mean ‘what do you think?’ because you haven’t got it in you yet to not be a hater when he’s been Catholic enough to blame you for losing the babies but not Catholic enough not to make one with Carly, turning your head to snap at him like you too are an animal and you’re saying get off me]

Moses: [a noise of his own that can only mean ‘that’s what I thought’ cos he been knew, like I said, they’re all Johnny haters in that room rn, PULLING her head back by her hair, as if to stop her from snapping at him but also, because he’s ordering her to spit into his other hand he’s holding out so that he can use it as lube, gotta make it dramatic and give it some height and distance]

Ali: [LOOKING at him with all the pain burning in your eyes that you did not express through crying and screaming, the fine line between love and hate as you spit into his hand AGGRESSIVELY, there’ll be lots because you’ve been gagging yourself with that duvet until now and you’re only just catching your breath, which is making the atmosphere even more !!]

Moses: [holding such insane eye contact with her for that moment ™ before she’s spitting aggressively because he LOVES to see it, however he has to contort them both to make sure he can, tbf you’re a big vain slut I’m sure there’s a mirror in here too so you can watch this unfold and you 1000% will, as he initiates this anal, because she hasn’t had enough pain or bruises, doing a full lovebite on the back of her neck where he bit her, lowkey eating and biting loads of her hair in the process that he could move with his hand but isn’t because they’re busy pushing her up off the bed enough from where she’s been basically pinned and squashed til now so that his hand can be on that chest scar covering the first part of Johnny’s name so it just says their shared last as they fuck, such blatant behaviour]

Ali: [STARING into this mirror like you’ve never seen yourself before because who are you at this point, you can feel yourself becoming a different version, changing, and you don’t know if that’s for better or worse or something in between, wiping your eyes until you’re seeing stars, grunting, biting your cheeks so you don’t scream, catching his eye in this mirror and looking down at your chest and how blatant he’s being ‘is that what you want?’]

Moses: [seeming like he isn’t going to answer because he’s telling her how tight she is but it’s an answer that’s as blatant if not even more so than what he just did cos he’s then asking her if she’d be as tight in her other hole if he’d had her first, complete with a mocking hmm? because immediately after he’s adding stuff like or would you want me that much you wouldn’t even hurt or bleed at all etc etc, running his mouth because they both know the answer, that ofc she would want him that much (or so he’s telling himself anyway) emphasis on the word bleed for a throwback to earlier when he made her, he’s out here erasing Jonathan from the chat and rewriting history because he knows he was her first and what he wants more than anything is to do that and take his place rn]

Ali: [‘you’re disgusting’ whilst moving her hand down past yours to touch herself like nothing about this is doing it for her but the way she can barely touch herself gives away that that is not the whole truth, me like don’t bring up first times boy, you have no idea how slay hers was lol, shaking your head at these accusations but not answering him properly]

Moses: [my boo says you CANNOT compete with her roadside hookup and she’s so right for that but he doesn’t know and he has the confidence that he can do anything, so, smirking smugly at her in the mirror as he watches her barely able to touch herself, because if he’s disgusting so is she, yet more validation they are the same, meanwhile he’s holding onto that chest scar so hard, PRESSING into it and using his hand there to pull her more into him because such a punishing pace being set during this hookup rn, his other hand playing with her injured nip, gently and almost idily in comparison]

Ali: [we’ve got to admire the confidence and the audacity tbh, even if you’re then trying to wipe that smug look right off his face, not even attempting to clean your fingers just coming at him with your wet hands, pushing at his face and trying to push him back onto this bed, the PANTING that is happening because this brutal hookup already has you fighting for breath and trying not to sob so bringing in the fight of it all, you’re actually struggling]

Moses: [he’s living for the obvious struggle she’s having even more than the sensations he’s feeling, it heightens everything, hence he’s fighting back, not letting her push him anywhere because he’s too strong and she’s feeling weak atm, instead, maneouvering her so they’re even more shamelessly just on all fours like animals and he can really LOOK at her bump from that angle in the mirror as if it’s his baby in there instead of Caleb’s, catching one of her hands before they’re planted on the bed though, when y’all are still in the fight, and going to TOWN sucking her fingers clean, ofc]

Ali: [going OFF on him, not in volume because can’t be shouting but running our mouth about how fucked up and sick in the head and depraved you are, but yes, using that pronoun because are we talking about you or to ourselves, who can say baby]

Moses: [the answer is herself mainly but both, and he knows that so he’s not only letting her run her mouth he’s using it to egg him on to be even more !! when she can already barely take what he was doing before because he doesn’t need to retaliate in any other way when it’s obvious how it’s getting to her and her body is reacting, just trying to straight up murder her with his unrelenting fucking]

Ali: [and murder her he shall because there’s only so long you can tamp out and ignore pain (and pleasure) before it’s just going to get you and send you into outerspace, laying her face down on the bed and just letting it happen with 0 ability to hold back and resist]

Moses: [it won’t be a sec before you die too sir because there’s only so long you can keep up what you’re doing to the level you are, that’s just facts, even if you’re trying to keep it up forever because such was the level of your jealousy and !! at the jali branding, she’s taken her punishment now (and so well), so in contrast to how ridiculously rough and brutal he was being, as he cums, explosively, that’s when he chooses to touch her stomach for the first time ever, just cradling this bump with both hands nbd]

Ali: [oh how confusing this all is, here like does he hate me does he love me, these INTENSE ass boys, obviously you would not have it any other way girl, you could date normal boys but no you could never because you too are intense and not normal lol, lying here almost unresponsive but watching him and what he’s doing to your bump out of the corner of your eye because you would come back SWINGING if he was gonna do anything to your bump and that’s on mama instincts but he isn’t so again, you’re like hmm]

Moses: [Jonathan walked so he could run with that because it was obvious that boy just straight up loved you very fast but this one is more complicated and weird lol, his whole fam are as we’ve said, shoutout Miri for escaping and therefore being slightly less so but I’m sure you still have your own quirks nonetheless, speaking of, mcvickers are incapable of raising a normal child and we’ve always said that so you didn’t have much chance hun, in the u-turn of the century he will be kissing her like he’s giving her the kiss of life, being intense with it as always, but not rough, because like I said, she’s been punished and now that’s done with as far as he’s concerned, no hard feelings x]

Ali: [your family has clearly made y’all ODD but we’re not here to talk about that right now, no less than we’re here to talk about our own odd family, who would certainly not see you in the situation you find yourself in but you’re keeping that to yourself, oh girl, so troubled, letting him kiss you but not matching the intensity at all, not fully lying there like a dead fish but purposefully holding back some]

Moses: [it’s him breaking this kiss off THE second she won’t match his intensity like no no and looking at her like ??? for me, sir you know what you did, lowkey a bit iconic of you to be like um excuse you what’s wrong and why are YOU being weird and mean that]

Ali: [folding your arms like a petulant little kid ‘I don’t know if I like you anymore’ because you said you did and you’re taking it back, kicking his shin but it’s gentle and you’re lying down so you lowkey just ran your foot up it more than did or meant any damage]

Moses: [loling like he would at a kid sulking, holding her chin and tilting her head to LOOK into her big blue eyes and see what’s there ‘I know you do’ because there’s no doubt in his mind she still does, that ego, kissing her again, trying to coax her to match his energy like now let’s try this again, starting slow and the softest he can to see if she’ll give him that much back] 

Ali: [‘kiss.it.better’, punctuating with slightly aggressive kisses there, like you’re headbutting him (but not quite that aggressive lol), tapping each place he’s hurt you like there and there and there ‘maybe I’ll be your friend again’ actually kissing him back and matching the soft and slowness but not allowing yourself to linger]

Moses: [picking her up like she’s Django’s age and size and getting her as tucked into these covers as you did him, up to her chest to cover the scar, we see you, but not up to her chin because even as he’s doing this like and maybe you’ll calm down, literally saying ‘calm down now’ like a daddy, the unspoken, I have now so you must, he can’t resist kissing the freshest lovebite on the back of her neck better as he picks her up or the OG neck one when she’s been tucked in]

Ali: [for some reason it hadn’t even slightly occurred to you that you might spend the whole night here, which is iconic you were just going to booty call this and bounce, but when he’s tucking you in you’re suddenly like oh, is this a thing, looking at him trying to work out if he’s serious or just playing around with you some more, pulling up the other side of the covers like get in then, patting his bed like it’s yours]

Moses: [tbf he was likewise thinking this was a booty call before she got here but as soon as he put Django on his makeshift bed a switch flicked and he was like stay forever actually ‘in a minute’ because gotta go to the bathroom and piss and clean up after the anal of it all in case you wanna use that 🍆 again, because he is a big vain slut, and it’s as easy tbh, have a quick shower and come back looking wet haired and slay, ugly dressing gown alert even though it’s a different one from the roses era, bold of you to assume she isn’t going to take this kid and run but he’s got that confidence, do get in the bed then and get comfy, hopefully you’re correct and she hasn’t gone lol lol]

Ali: [you really should shower too and that’s dawning on you as you lay here, suddenly feeling how sore your entire body is and how dirty you feel all at once and wanting to scrape your skin off, waiting for him to slink out of that bathroom feeling himself and getting up to try and ease both of these feelings at least somewhat ‘keep an eye?’ because got to remember Django]

Moses: [nod because obviously you’re gonna keep an eye on this child for her while she likewise showers, you do lowkey know on some level you got carried away hitting her and all that and feel a bit bad (because you’re not completely batshit insane) but you’re not someone who ever says sorry so you can’t and won’t in words, instead, pass her the ugly dressing gown like an olive branch (and a possessive move too lbr because you were wearing it a sec ago) now that you’re cosy in bed and don’t need it because it’s soft and it’ll be giant on her so she’ll be glad of it when she gets out if nothing else]

Ali: [nothing that a hot shower can’t fix, not exactly because we’re still crashing out about Johnny (forever) but in terms of what you can do here and now, you will have a come to Jesus and sort yourself out, because you can recognise he was trying to do some sort of aftercare there and you didn’t try to tell him to stop at any point during so you aren’t trying to say now you didn’t consent you just have complicated emotions, ANYWAY, come out of this bathroom once you’ve washed away your sins, looking adorable and tiny in his dressing gown, pulling on the sleeves like a kid and doing a tentative smile at him from the doorway, padding over to his bed and looking like can I get in?]

Moses: [mhmm and we can’t say he’s that sorry when he was that here for everything that occurred, his emotions about it are very uncomplicated lol, she’ll have to just be a walking bruise I fear, I just know his adhd ass has the TV on and is scrolling on his phone but he’ll hear her come out (cos don’t really care about either device rn) and thus be LOOKING at her as she appears because he wanted this dressing gown visual and it’s exactly as adorable as he hoped, picking her up and tucking her in exactly like he did earlier but more dramatically because she was already in bed that time and this time he’s fully putting her in it, not taking the dressing gown off her but she’ll be okay cos I doubt it’s that warm at whatever o clock it now is, y’all are in ireland, once she’s tucked in like a little burrito, stroking her wet hair off her face]

Ali: [wrapping your arms around his neck when he picks you up so he can’t leave, as if he was about to like a parent putting a child in their own bed, just LOOKING at him whilst he gets your hair out of the way ‘you can lay on top of me and kiss me ‘til I’m numb’ because he said Ronan told him what went on with y’all, just like you can address that jealousy too, if you’d like lol, pulling his bottom lip out with your thumb, brushing it softly]

Moses: [I’m cackling because you are not jealous of Ronan at all, never have been and never will be lol lol and his face is saying exactly that, full shade and full smug sass but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna still do it, he 10000% is, giving it the whole ‘like this?’ as if he’s gonna faithfully recreate what y’all did exactly when we all know it’s immediately so much better because y’all have a million times more chemistry, PINNING her to the bed underneath him with !! Ronan just would not in that era because he was friendzoned hard and giving nice guy energy, gotta say he’s got the type of headboard she can in some way GRIP because he’s pushed her arms up to there, HOLDING her wrists like he’s keeping her handcuffed via his own strength as he starts this makeout, encouraging her to cling to it for dear life]

Ali: [tutting at him like be nice because this was YEARS ago now and Ronan was a baby but you’re doing it affectionately to him as you muss up his hair before your hands are being PINNED and you cannot do anything, nodding into this kiss ‘like you were there’ with your own lil smirk ‘you’re heavier though’ said like it’s truly being squashed out of you along with your breath, simply would be because you are a man and he was very much a boy and that’s just the truth of the matter]

Moses: [smirking back at her because you know damn well it was nothing like this even with Ronan shamelessly lying to make himself sound more slay than he was, he’s your brother and you know when he’s lying, which is lowkey often especially where Ali is concerned (you little incel), turning into more of a smile into these kisses at how squashed she is because yes correct, that’s why when she called him a good boy way early on in the convo he said wrong answer because he is a MAN, thank you very much, nevertheless being careful with his positioning so that he doesn’t squash baby Rio too much though] 

Ali: [y’all aren’t being very careful with that bump at all but we’ll say careful enough because baby Rio is fine lmao, I’m sure they’re hardier than they seem in there, pushing your body up because that’s the only way you can affect him with your wrists being held and you wanna, also we know it was giving dryhump so you’re communicating for Ronan’s pride here lol]

Moses: [thankfully babies are very well protected and cushioned in there because no you have not been, y’all with have to chill a bit and get creative with your positions when her bump is bigger too but for now it’s clearly not in your way too much, we’ll say that he’s wearing some designer pj bottoms or boxers (which he had time to put on when she was showering) so that it can give dryhump instead of accidentally just becoming a hookup because she only has his dressing gown on and I’m sure that’s falling open instantly as soon as he takes her hint and starts to move because they always do no matter how you tie them]

Ali: [mhmm, and have fun getting creative you shall, we know how immediate Edie is conceived lol, right now have fun not having to rush to cover up your titties when this dressing gown opens how they truly always do because he’s seen it now, what you gonna do about it that you haven’t hun]

Moses: [yep, which is why he doesn’t force this girl to cover this scar with a tattoo or something because he loves the fuck you of it not even mattering (now that he’s calmed down) because despite Jonathan’s literal name on her body he can make it so he doesn’t exist for her and she never thinks about him (bitch you wish but that’s what you genuinely think), especially when they have a kid together and stay together however off and on for however long they do, like I’M who she’s with you’re just a past mistake like whichever tattoos he can’t be bothered to get covered, just like in the here and now he’s doing the MOST to erase her ronan mems, they are genuinely gonna be kissing for hours and hours (just like Lorde sang win says) because he knows Ronan was there for ages when they did]

Ali: [my boo says you’re being a little ambitious there but the logic is sound and in an ideal world that’s what we’re aiming for here, to get over Johnathan and be able to move on, so it’s not the worst attitude to have lol, y’all enjoy your edging makeout marathon lmao here, which I’m sure this boy has never done because why deny yourself or wait]

Moses: [my jali supremacy heart just being like UM no sorry but it makes sense he’d think like that and she’d want it atm, yeah I actually really love that this is a first for him because you’re so right that he never usually denies himself anything and as a result she’ll be getting some incredible reactions from this boy which will confirm and validate her prior assumptions that he never usually does this, you’re welcome for that Alison, it’s beyond deserved after him taking your anal virginity like that]

Ali: [we know what’s endgame but whilst y’all are in this, you obviously have something or she just wouldn’t be with you, like she never is with Caleb despite the three children lol, just introducing this boy to the concept of delayed gratification, you love to see it, no wonder Ronan was obsessed with you, here having the best time getting him so turned on and doing heart eyes at all his adorable reactions]

Moses: [Caleb = ultimate floptina, he’s only good for hookups you immediately regret that father children every time without fail, whereas y’all do have something he isn’t being delulu about it, she’s also gotta give him more lovebites during this marathon makeout and dryhumping sesh because she said she wanted to before she showed up but they’ve been too distracted until now, but if you want (unless I need to know where they are) we can leave them here because we know what the vibe is, whether we do a skip with y’all or go somewhere/to someone else]

Ali: [we can skip to y’all saying goodbye rn because she’s going to want to get this person’s car back before they notice it’s gone and not have Django just wake up in a different place to where he fell asleep, and I’m sure you’ll be a lil salty about that but yes after that we can see how we feel]

Moses: [all true and I’ve said you have work in the AM sir cos he said about looking at cars on his lunchbreak and these lads jobs are giving early start to me, y’all won’t have gotten much sleep if any but you won’t care, ooh we should say that he gives her a lift back towing this stolen car (however bodged said tow is or isn’t, it’s obvs safe enough that Django can be asleep therein) because it’s a piece of shit and then you can have a more cinematic goodbye pulling up to the commune than you had earlier]

Ali: [she definitely would’ve been trying to wait out you falling asleep to sneak out but you can catch her doing that because she does have to pick up a whole sleeping child and get out the door into a clunky old car so good idea boo]

Moses: [unlucky hun because he will instead appear, lowkey scaring the shit out of this girl trying to sneak, and instead insist on taking her cos the car is busted which is valid but we see you just prolonging the time you spend with her, up to you if Alison rides in the car with him or with her sleeping child because she could get away with either]

Ali: [such a performance lol, here like sure hope Miri is still at work or back and asleep because don’t want her to know you’ve been on a booty call with her brother no less, and you best be in the car with Django because again, imagine waking up alone in a moving car lol]

Moses: [just let her go sir but no, tbf depending on the time she might’ve started her job she does at silly AM while her kid is asleep before he wakes up, we can say that if we wanna be kind or we can say she’s leaving to go to it and spots y’all saying said goodbyes if we want you to be caught, but yes I agree that she should be with this sweet baby boy who is so little, however much Moses may want her with him, know your place diva it’s always 2nd to Django]

Ali: [Win says heheh caught for the drama, not that it’s gonna be drama it’s just embarrassing and juicy goss, Caleb has probably been running his mouth like a fool too, all in all soz Miri, and you Moses, you’re just gonna have to want I fear, ‘tis not practical and you need to miss her to keep ramping these feelings up]

Moses: [I’m with you winola gay, catching these two goodbye kissing would be so embarrassing for Alison and therefore we must, Moses will not give a fuck cos when has he ever and Miri ships it even if she’ll be surprised to stumble upon it at this AM in front of her very eyes, just like oh, thinking they’d parted ways hours and hours before, my boo says deal with this very momentary separation Moses you’ll be seeing her at lunchtime anyway]

Ali: [looking like the biggest hoe in the world in front of your new friend, you love to see it, rn I will message him to check about lunchtime if you want, text will be easier for my boo to do than paragraphs]

[queeniecook]

March 24

It was around one in the morning when Annalise heard the knock on her front door. Lurch answered the door, letting the guest into her living room. Annalise has been waiting for this visit ever since she heard from Joey about what happened. She knew the only reason her co-worker told her was due to her being Vera’s Obstetrician. She could tell he was worried it might impact Vera’s pregnancy. Joey and the rest of the world have no idea that one of the offending parties is her half sister.

Liberty, for the first time since March 20th, looked guilty. She knows how Annalise feels about the Vatore family. While she doesn’t regret making herself known and raining on Caleb’s parade – actually seeing the faces of his wife and friends had caused something inside of her to change. She thinks it has to do with her little sister.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to reveal yourself?” Annalise questions softly.

“You would have tried to stop me.” Liberty declares standing up a bit straighter and walking over to the couch.

“I would have found a better way for you to do it.” Annalise counters, following after her older sibling.

“James wanted do have the reveal that way.” Liberty started “All I did was tell the truth.”

“Yes but you could have gone about it differently. All James cared about was maximum damage and drama.” The younger sister points out. She knows she’s right. Liberty doesn’t argue with Annalise about her viewpoint of James, because she’s knows it’s right as well.

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy seeing the look on Caleb’s face when he saw me or better yet when I brought up Inna Cents.” The vampire admits. She had tunnel vision on Caleb most of the exchange. “I do wish Vera hadn’t been there. Seeing her pregnant…even though the baby is Caleb’s, I…” Liberty trailed off. She felt a jab of pain in her dead heart. She had wanted to be a Mom someday. She’ll never get to have a child. It’s Caleb’s fault but she also blames James and Asa for it. Sometimes, she wishes they had just let her die.

Annalise’s resolve softens. “I have to tell them that we’re sisters. I can’t keep that from them any longer. Even if it means that they won’t want me to continue to be Vera’s doctor.” She states quietly. Annalise actually really likes Vera as a person. She had come to even view her as a potential friend. She values the truth though and the truth always finds its way out eventually.

“I hope you do. I want everyone to know we’re sisters. Honestly, it’s the the only good thing that has come out of all of this.” Liberty says to Annalise as she rises from her seat. The sun will be up soon, shining through the sparse rain that has fallen the past few hours.

Annalise smiles at this, her fangs flashing through her pretty painted lips. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course.” Liberty says instantly. “What is it?”

“I want you to train me. I just want to be able to defend myself. Asa taught me the basics but I still feel I’m not equipped enough.” She confides in her half-sister.

Liberty transforms quickly, grasping Annalise’s hand, signifying her vow to train her sister. It feels good for Liberty to have something to help her sister with. The duo run through very quick session, just so she can see where Annalise’s skills are at. They part, going towards their respective dwellings.

“Your bath is ready, Madame. Complete with those peach bath bombs you like.” Lurch tells Annalise after she returns inside from talking to her sister.

Annalise smiles widely. Lurch is briefly memorized by her fangs but looks back at her entire face. His heart gives a little flutter at seeing her so happy.

“You take such good care of me.” Annalise tells him truthfully. Yes, she pays him but he goes above and beyond in her book. She starts walking towards the hallway “Lurch?” She calls to him.

“Yes, Madame?” He responds eagerly.

“Please, start calling me Annalise.” She requests as she enters the hallway.

[saphirered]

We've all seen fics where Caleb's SO dies and gets resurrected, and we seen Caleb accidentally hurting his SO, but what about Caleb accidentially killing his SO? Maybe Reader got burned by one of his fire attacks? The revival's successful, but damn, the angst.

Angst was requested and angst you shall receive. I hope this is to your liking. 😘

Trigger warning for death and grief themes.

Caleb sits on his knees, head bowed, whispering pleas in Zemnian to the gods, the world, to you, your cold hand encased between his own, occasionally pressing a kiss to it in the hopes you’d just wake up. But you’re not going to wake up. Not in the way you would in the morning when you’ve had a particularly late night and Caleb has to drag you out of bed, you being stubborn or pretending to still be asleep so you maybe could convince him to join you for a little more. Not in the way after you got knocked out in a fight, when you sit up and rub your eyes with a grunt like usual. Nothing within his capabilities will wake you up.

So here Caleb sits, begging for it to be a nightmare, some sick and twisted tricks played on his mind but there’s no denying this is real and this is the truth. You’re dead. You’re dead and it’s his fault. You ended up as collateral damage in his reckless attempt to kill the creature. You got stuck in the crossfire of that. He hadn’t realised you were doing so bad already, you even sent him a wink right before when he asked if you were okay. Why did you? Why didn’t you just tell him you weren’t? Why did you lie? Not lie, omitted the truth.

He knew exactly why you did it but that doesn’t make it any easier. You’d known the other’s weren’t doing great and barely holding on already. You were severely outmatched and couldn’t get away from the creature. Not without it chasing after you and running you in an even more perilous situation. Anything Caleb could do would affect anyone close to the creature. With Yasha having dragged Beau out of the fray you were the only one left to hold it at bay while the clerics worked on patching them up, Fjord and Veth offering them cover. You were the final line of defence. At the end of the day you had to keep the clerics alive.

Caleb took a calculated risk. A fireball to send the creature dropping into the ruined depths of Aeor. He had tried to keep you out of the range but wouldn’t have been able to strike the creature without putting you at risk. The spell worked and the creature got hit with full force. It was your attack right before the fireball struck that had send it stumbling, then with the blast, it lost its footing and stumbled off the edge.

But you too, dropped. and when you did, the creature’s tail lashed out, grabbing onto your body, dragging you with it. The creature had hit the platform below in its fall and the impact had made it release you, saving you from the full drop. Caleb had rushed to the edge, fear, pain, anger and guilt riddling his mind thinking he had truly lost you but there you were, bloodied, bruised, broken and burned. Because of him. All because of him. How could he have been so stupid and reckless. When he brought your body back to the others, he wasn’t quick enough. You’d already faded into the cold embrace of the Raven Queen and the clerics had expended their last resources.

So that leaves Caleb here, sitting at your side a day after you died, body preserved by the graces of Caduceus and the Wildmother. The clerics set up their ritual, working around him and you as the others help where they can. Beau and Veth had tried to console him, tell him it wasn’t his fault and if he hadn’t they might all have been dead right now. He appreciates his friends trying but it’s of no use. He already made up his mind and it’s not going to change anything. You died because of him. He murdered you and how is that any different than his actions in the past? How does that make him any different than the lives he’s taken in the clutches of his former mentor? Is there truly no redemption for him? You’d slap him for even thinking that way.

“Mr. Caleb? Why don’t you try talking to them? Persuasion has worked in the past to coax someone back.” Caduceus places a hand on the wizard’s shoulder but it barely registers. Yet the firbolg knows they did not fall upon deaf ears when the whispers stop for just a moment.

“I-. I do not think they’d want to hear from their murderer.” Speaking the words make them so much more painful. By the looks of it, Beau is ready to unleash in a degrading rant about how wrong Caleb is, breaking him apart only build him back up but she’s held at bay by Yasha. This is not the time and place. Caduceus doesn’t claim to know what Caleb’s going through, nor may he be the brightest mind here but he understands and can empathise.

“I know no matter what I say it won’t change your feelings so instead I will offer you this. You owe it to them to try. Not for what happened here but for the countless times they’ve been there for you, have had your back, and for the unconditional love they’ve given you. You owe them to try.” The wizard looks up over his shoulder to the firbolg, pain in his eyes, and the trails of silent tears that have long since run out. Caduceus is right. He owes it to you to save you and right now it is within his power to try. If he doesn’t, if he fails he’ll have condemned you to this fate. If he succeeds with this part, he’ll be able to look into your eyes again. You may never forgive him but he hopes to see you smile, hear your voice even if just once more.

Caleb nods looking back at you, bringing your limp fingers up to his lips and pressing them against your knuckles. He takes in a deep breath and tries to find the right words as Caduceus steps back. What are the right words? He cannot afford to fuck this up. He cannot afford to fail. He must succeed. He must.

“I know I might be the last person you want to hear right now. I want you to know I’m sorry-“ Caleb’s voice cracks as he feels the eyes of the others on him. He brushes some of your hair away from your forehead, running his thumb across your cheek.

“I don’t-uh. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if I can do this. You’re always here for me during difficult times. You’d put your hand on my cheek and tell me ‘If anyone can do it it’s you, Caleb Widogast. You could move mountains if you set your will to it. Now stop being stubborn before I slap some sense in you.’ but now you’re not here to tell me that. You’ve shown me there’s a world beyond the walls I put up, that there is a light at the end of that tunnel, but now I cannot help but feel the world has grown dull, the walls are caving in, and that light is fading.”

“I have no right, no right to ask you this, but I need you to save my world one more time. So please, I beg of you. Do not leave me to brave this world without you.” The weight of his heart heavy on his conscious. Caleb feels a pressure causing a ringing in his ears. He’s so focussed on you, he cannot take his eyes off you. Not even when the others do their part in the ritual. He realises this pressure is coming from the effects of the spell to bring you back. He holds his breath, not daring to take in oxygen if only to savour the moment, hoping it will not pass, that for just a little longer he can hold on to the hope you’re coming back instead of having that hope crushed by a potential failure.

The pressure fades but nothing happens. Nothing changes. It’s silent as everyone waits for something, anything to happen. That moment alone feels like an eternity of suspense. Caleb finds himself whispering prayers and pleas in Zemnian again, your hand clasped between his own as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly to live through the memories of you, preserve them for the rest of his life just in case because he refuses to forget even a single one of them. He’s so consumed in his own mind he doesn’t notice warmth returning to your fingers. He doesn’t notice your chest beginning to rise and fall. Caleb’s pleas continue.

“Would you mind translating that? I think my brain got a bit scrambled.” Caleb freezes and his eyes open. Your eyes are closed but your brow is furrowed. Furrowed in discomfort. Not sleeping and not void of your usual expressions. Colour has returned to your limbs and face and no longer dulled. Caleb falls silent in disbelief, frozen in place and mind blank.

“Caleb?” You speak his name, peaking through one eye to see the wizard in his disheveled state. You sit up, grunting in pain. Apparently being brought back from the dead isn’t kind on your physical form, not even mentioning the exhaustion weighing on your mind. You could sleep for a couple of hours… or days… or weeks… You could do with a break really. All of you could. You nudge Caleb’s head up by his chin allowing your fingers to slide onto his cheek.

“Blink twice if you need me to get Beauregard to slap you back into reality.” You muster a smile as you brush your thumb over his cheekbone. Caleb doesn’t understand how you’re not recoiling in disgust or lashing back in anger. He doesn’t understand how you can look at him with love and kindness.

“I’m so sorry. Please-“ Caleb goes off in a spur of apologies, begging for your forgiveness.

“Caleb, I love you but you really need to stop. This is a problem for another day.”

“You died. I killed you. How can you even look at me like you do?”

“So what? I died. I’m here now. I got better. Now preferably I’d like to not die again, some things are beyond our control. And if you need some kind of reassurance; Veth killed Cad that one time and he doesn’t hate her.” Veth yells a ‘hey’ in defence while you earn a chuckle from the firbolg. You know Caleb isn’t just going to take your word for it and you’re also not going to make anyone buy you’re totally okay with just dying and being brought back to life because you’re not but you also know that you can’t blame Caleb for being a factor in what happened when you yourself were aware of the risks of the situation you were in. You made your own bet and it didn’t pay off but all your friends are still alive and well, Caleb’s still alive and well and that alone makes it worth the risk you took.

“You have no idea how much I love you.” Caleb breathes as he pulls you into his arms with a gentleness as if you’re made of porcelain, or will fade out of existence if he holds on too tightly.

“I think I have a pretty good estimate but we can compare notes later if you’d prefer.” You pull back enough to look at Caleb’s face, brush aside some of the red strands and softly place your lips on his. It’s not a heated kiss but one filled with emotion and a desperation no less. Neither of you thought you’d get to be in each other’s arms again but here you are despite everything. Maybe your work here isn’t done yet. You still got some asses to kick.

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[SPOILER WARNING] MMMM I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Owl House season three and Hunter specifically bc my god this poor boy needs a break so here’s me ranting about theories and fic ideas I have that will likely never come to fruition but have me THINKING

Theory: okay so like I haven’t seen anyone else talk about this but I’m pretty sure we don’t know the origin of Hunter’s scar, but it was interesting how after belos left his body besides just new scars it looked more like the one he already had also grew. Kinda has me thinking is this not the first time Belos had done something like this to Hunter, and that’s what left the scar? Or potentially to his predecessor and when he remade another grimwalker it kept a scar from the previous version? Idk either way Hunter seemed upset by belos possessing, but NOT surprised or confused- which worries me.

Also it seems most people sort of agree that Evelyn is a predecessor to Edalyn bc it makes too much sense. But if that’s the case, I haven’t really seen people talking about the fact that then Hunter POTENTIALLY could a reincarnation of Edalyn and Lilith’s great- something- grandfather. If we’re assuming Caleb and Evelyn were romantically involved like Masha suggests on the hay ride. And that opens up a LOT of interesting… somethings.

Fic ideas: obviously have numerous “Hunter recovering from abuse” stories and like “Raine and Darius being his unofficial parents” style fics going around in my head but I had one today that sparked from listening to Teir Abhaile Riu by Celtic Woman and basically imagining Caleb entering the demon realm for the first time with Evelyn and becoming amazed by everything there and coming to love magic.

BUT THEN I THOUGHT: what if Hunter (in all his identity crises) starts having some sort of magical dreams or visions once they’re back in the demon realm next episode and he has a really strong one of this moment except he’s in Caleb’s head reliving the memories basically (which doesn’t give him a crisis, ABSOLUTELY not…) and even has a moment where he first looks at Evelyn in the dream and is like “…Eda?” But by the end of the dream he’s not acting like Hunter, he’s acting like Caleb completely lost in the memory. He’s basically experiencing magic and finds glyphs in this old tower and learns magic, but knowing his brother he wants to protect it so he destroys the tower so Phillip can’t find them (this is why Phillip wanted to find them so bad when Luz went back in time… and why the tower King’s egg was in was completely in shambles…👀). And eventually he gets to the argument that ended with Phillip killing Caleb and when he gets stabbed in the dream he wakes up in a cold sweat and starts having even more trouble distinguishing himself from Caleb.

My mind is fucking insane about them rn

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okay so i know we’re all talking about the flower husbands as rapunzel and eugene but consider. i was listening to caleb hyle’s cover of crossing the line and now i can’t stop thinking about scott as cass and jimmy as rapunzel. or honestly not even as a tangled au, the song crossing the line works so well for a potential villain!scott arc with jimmy pleading for him to change his mind