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lilacxquartz · 3 months ago

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set my heart ablaze;

caldarus (human form) x f!reader

plot: caldarus, who regained his strength and health all thanks to your efforts, kept his true feelings buried out of the fear of hurting you. that was until you confessed that you felt the same. — themes: romance, smut with plot, mutual pining, soft caldarus tho slightly brooding, feelings confession, kissing, p i v • w.c: 2.7k • masterlist • on ao3

It had been quite a while since Caldarus had woken up following the incident that happened with you at the cave. You remembered it all so clearly; how helpless and trapped you felt and how you blinked through the darkness only to remain trapped within it. It was Caldarus that freed you from such impending dread, fading through the depths and to your aid, clinging to the shape of what could be a man.

And although he saved you from an untimely demise, the form he took on was still far from stable. He phased into the world still disoriented, with his memories marred from centuries of being asleep and yet, he still came through just for you—just as you had been with him across the many seasons, everyday on end.

It was a mutual sort of care that you had for each other.

For it was warm and it was tender.

Since then, you took it upon yourself to visit Caldarus with every morning from that point on. From the very moment you woke up, you quickly cycled through your homesteading chores before arranging a basket packed to the brim to take with you. Fragrant herbs that were plucked from your fields and soft baked bread often made an appearance, as well as any wild roots harvested along the way—it all made it into the basket. Caldarus never asked much from you and yet every time you stepped foot into his temple, he could never bring himself to turn you away.

After all, he felt something that went beyond affection for you for a while now.

(And yet, he could never bring himself to quite say it.)

“Good morning,” you spoke, catching him tending to his garden, taking note of his dazed, almost dreamy expression. “Is your head up in the clouds again?” you asked after a couple of seconds had passed, blinking up to the skies before setting your focus back down at him.

He turned to face you, his amber eyes locking onto yours. Cherry blossom petals filtered through the warm spring air, painting you in the pleasant morning light. “You always come so early,” Caldarus fussed, branching out a hand to take the basket and settling it onto the soft grass.

“It just feels rude to make you wait now that you’re awake,” you assured him with a smile. “Besides, have you forgotten what I do? I’m up early every day. Talking to you is just part of my daily routine at this point.”

Caldarus slightly huffed, turning his head away for a second. He sank his frustrations into tugging away at the weeds that plagued his garden instead, his voice reducing to a slight murmur, sounding almost disapproving, “Yes, when I had been in my dormant form …it’s different now.”

You rolled your eyes in response to his attempt to distance himself. He had a bad habit of doing that, as you noticed. “Stop. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest, I like talking to you.”

You meant every word, too. You were never going to stop visiting him, no matter how much he fretted about the matter. There wasn’t anyone else quite like him that you cared about to this extent. Caldarus, after all, had been with you from the very moment that you got here. He had a special place in your heart for that reason alone.

His lips curled into a reluctant smile, a faint crease forming against his clay skin, long ashen from the weakness that just wouldn’t leave him. The softness in his eyes made your heart race whenever you caught a glimpse. Caldarus was never one to shy away from his emotions, especially as of late, but something else had changed in him lately that made you understand that the way he looked at you wasn’t just friendly anymore. Something else lurked in his gaze, both piercing and longing and it was becoming more and more obvious with each passing day.

You watched him sift through today’s offering, his hands working to push up the loose threads that draped around his form. His body was less sickly than when he first awoke, with faint traces of muscle resorted in his earthy complexion. Bruises that once mapped the fine contours of his flesh were now faded too, leaving behind near polished skin.

“That’s chamomile,” you chirped as his eyes settled in on a cluster of flowers resembling daisies but not quite, taking a tentative step forward, careful not to trip over his wandering tail.

You learned the hard way earlier on that the mindless swish of his tail was a hazard to your safety, threatening to trip you over should you not watch where you’re going. The last time it happened, you were driven face-first into his freshly sown flowerbeds, messing up the plot entirely. He wasn’t upset—never with you—but you couldn’t help but hold onto the guilt you still felt.

“And a few other things from the look of it,” he mused, examining the contents with a satisfied hum.

You smiled at his warm words. “When combined, it’s all supposed to help you sleep better, I know how you’ve been…”

As you trailed off, Caldarus went silent, a flash of conflicted sadness sweeping across his features, his face moulding into something unreadable. “You do too much for me,” he faintly protested.

“Yes,” you replied, “because you saved me.”

A frustrated sigh left his lips, and within a measured sweep, he gathered the gifts you brought, taking them back inside. Caldarus set his jaw tightly, refusing to show his terse demeanour to you, working hard to find his composure once more. His inner demons were his burden to bear, not yours, but try as he might, they wouldn’t leave him no matter how hard he fought back. If you were to know more about who he was—if you saw him for what he really was—then he was certain that he would scare you off.

This form that he wore was less threatening, so you stayed.

He wasn’t a danger to you (for the time being).

However, his internalised brooding wasn’t as subtle as he thought. You saw right through him. Taking a step forward, you pushed through the walls that he kept trying to build around him, adopting a determined tone, setting your posture straight. “I’m not afraid of you – you understand that, right?”

Caldarus tensed. It was as if you had read his mind. He caught you by your name, still trying to push you away. Don’t get him wrong. He was thankful for your gifts, for your company, for you and yet—

“Whatever form you take on doesn’t matter to me,” you pushed through again, “because I care about you.”

Finally, he paused, his tail curling around his legs as if to soothe his rising nerves. He was never an angry creature, but the idea of accidentally causing you harm was what ate away at him this whole time. If such a possibility didn’t exist, then he would have accepted your affections sooner.

“I… I just don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted his thoughts out loud at last, taking a step back to lean against the wall and letting his long teal hair splay against the surface. His fingers tweezed at the bridge of his nose as he tried to will away the nerves, his eyes screwing shut, and yet, the worry only continued to fester and rise to a near scalding boil.

“But you won’t,” you insisted, taking a step forward, closing the distance that he tried so hard to bridge. You could almost feel the heat radiating from his body, as if it burned through his skin. You could smell the soft scent of dusty pine that he always seemed to carry, you could almost taste—

His breath caught, the words that he tried to utter came out choked, “You don’t know that.”

A tense silence settled between the two of you—oppressively thick and charged. His hands fell to his side in surrender, but then cautiously, he lifted it back to level along your jaw. His fingertips ghosted along your skin, tracing along the body of someone undeniably human. His golden eyes settled intensely on your face, as if to memorise your features, and then, as if possessed by a trance, he gave into a long denied but dearly anticipated temptation.

His rigid touch thawed into the press of his palm, his other hand joining to cup around your cheeks. Slowly, he dipped his lips onto yours and pressed them into a longing kiss. He gasped softly as he heard the creak of the floorboards beneath where you stood as you rose onto your toes to lean into him further—determined to meet with his physical confession—near climbing him to prove that you felt the same.

You held your lips against his for as long as you could, until your breathing faltered and an unseen force willed you take a step back. Caldarus, too, was left gasping for more. It was as if any shred of reluctance had finally melted away and was replaced by an almost inhuman ache that screamed for need.

Your eyes, equally glazed with longing and a deeper feeling you couldn’t quite explain, continued to murmur snippets of of conformation into his eager ears, “I spoke to you everyday, Caldarus, even when you were still stone,” you whispered, leaning impossibly closer, “I talked to you through the rain and the frost, I covered you to protect you from storms, I brought blankets to keep you warm, I decorated around you, I—”

Confidence rose through his depths, a confession that was good as any was what he already had—he already promised that he wouldn’t hurt you, needing more of you however soon possible—every fiber of his being was screaming at him to give in. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he then made a decision. Ever so gently, he flipped you so that your back was pushed up against the wall of his home instead.

You gasped sharply as the cool walls kissed your back, the panes pressing into your shoulder blades with unintentional harshness. His touch was strong, and yet it wasn’t threatening—only was it hungry in the way the longing often were. His hands, so large and warm, calloused from working the grounds everyday—framed around your face like you were his greatest treasure, holding onto you with pure softness.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated himself in a desperate plea, leaning his forehead against yours.

Though before you could respond, likely to scold him about his insistent worrying, he deepened the kiss, pushing into you with such rawness that it almost broke you. Again and again, he swallowed down your breathless gasps, repeating his promise like a worshipful mantra, “I don’t want to hurt you—”

Caldarus carried the kiss over to his bed, walking you back on pure muscle memory alone. He sat you down gently, unable to quite tear his lips off of yours, not even as you fell to your back, sinking into the mattress—not even as he crawled over you, hovering over your body, kneeling to push your legs apart.

You blinked up at his disheveled form, dazed and mesmerised at the sight of you. He mapped out his hands wherever he could reach, gently undressing you as his own clothes followed suit just as swiftly as yours fell off. His arousal quickly grew more obvious as he lost himself in your presence, grinding against your body from pure instinct alone.

Caldarus then paused to give you a moment to breathe, reaching down to feel his throbbing erection. With a look of anticipated focus, his eyes twitched with fevered excitement, guiding himself into your now exposed, glistening heat. Slowly, gently, he tested the waters while looming over you, his brows furrowed, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip. “Careful,” he warned breathlessly, “this might feel…. unpleasant, I’m sorry.”

You let out a choked laugh at the slight brag. “What? Are you saying that you’re that bi—oh!”

“Forgive me,” he gasped, blinking his eyes shut as he both savoured the first time you both shared together, while also begging for you to excuse the potential discomfort, “you’re not in pain are you?”

Silence fell upon your lips as you felt the tip of his cock breach your aroused walls, taking it upon yourself to widen your legs and wiggle your hips, working hand in hand to take him in. Caldarus breathed heavily as he felt his tip kiss your depths, pulling back slightly when he noticed your strained reaction. The decision was instant. Pain was not something he wanted to cause, even if his joining with you in such a way was already pulling him apart at the seams. How alive he felt as your skin brushed against his—as you swallowed him whole—so achingly perfect.

Slowly, almost reverently, he then began to move, rolling his hips into your needy core and then back a little. Caldarus set a sensual and loving pace before returning his lips to where they belonged, against your own, supporting himself on his forearms while leaning over you.

“Is this okay?” he softly asked.

Your gasps rolled in shuddering waves from your throat, your breath hitching as you struggled to adjust to his size, but god, were you determined! Feeling your eyes fluttering shut, you smiled at him for checking in on you. “Y-yeah, this… th-this is nice.”

Gradually, too, it did become easier to take him in fully. You were split open wide, but you were beaming from both the arousal that flooded you as well as the accepted confession, feeling utterly blissful from just how things were.

“I…” Caldarus hesitated, wanting more, spoke into your mouth as he continued to feed you an impossible flurry of endless kisses, “I need you so badly, but I don’t want to hur—”

Within a flash, you shut him up before shooting your arms to fly around his back, pulling him in as close as you could. “I want this,” you assured him, “I want this, I want this just as much as you do, and I want you.”

Not needing to be told twice, Caldarus finally read into the hint and took it upon himself to fold your knees to your chest, thrusting further into your sex. His girth filled out your insides while he held down your legs, keeping them apart and pressed up against your body, pounding needily into you in hard—but not painful—deep strokes. His tail snaked in around your mostly bare form, cinching around wherever it could possessively, protectively, keeping you as secure as possible.

He swallowed up your moans with desperate kisses, moving to intertwine your hands with his own, squeezing your fingers tightly as he felt you begin to come undone. Just as quickly, though, he let go of one hand, dipping his thumb to rub feverish circles around your clit, pushing himself into you with wild force. Your legs quivered and your voice turned strained, until finally—

“I-I…” you gasped, “oh god—“

A surging flooding warmth swept across your lower stomach, coiling hard before letting loose into crashing pleasure that pooled in your core. Your legs felt weak and as did your lungs—your breath stolen away in the heat of the moment—and yet it didn’t stop.

(Not that it was a problem. You were elated and to an extent, thoroughly blissed out.)

Caldarus let out a soft whine as your legs squeezed right around him, suppressing a cry and yet muttering your name on repeat as if it belonged to a prayer while he found his own peak. With a stuttering thrust of completion, he collapsed over your body fully spent, painting your insides with his flustered want and need.

The two of you panted and shuddered in an attempt you catch both of your breath, and yet you didn’t part for even a second. Caldarus studied you with tender eyes, on occasion rolling his hips against yours for a final few times before melting over you entirely.

“You make me feel so complete,” he confessed, “I’ll never get tired of wanting you.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” you yawned a response in return, tracing a featherlight path along his face, feeling along the softness of his silken hair that fell upon your fingers and then his rooting horns. To think your lover was so perfect and finally yours. “I’m so very glad.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your body relaxed.

You finally felt like you were at peace.

All the while, Caldarus at last, felt as if he was truly at home.

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