#where caleb;

[prettyboykatsuki]

cw for violent noncon

sorry something so sexy about caleb being well and truly broken by the chip. something about him not being able to resist his desires any more, his deepest and innermost want which is you more then anything. he can’t control himself the same way he used, doesn’t have a grip on reality to anchor him and keep his hands off of you

something about caleb who can’t keep his hands off of you. you’re strong enough to fight back—to try, but caleb is stronger. makes you look weak, feel weak even if you’re not. you look betrayed when he undresses you, miserable when his hand slides between your thighs and you’re wet. can’t help but be for him.

you’ve learned how to stand up for yourself. it’s confusing. he’s proud that you fight back when he pins you down, but what feels better still is hearing you cry for him. your voice shrinking because of him into that sad, pathetic whine you used to do when you were kids.

he’s the one doing this to you. violating you. ruining you. defiling you with his own two hands.

but when you get tired of fighting, when you shrink back, when you realize there’s no going back from this, you still call for him.

still whine gege, soft and sweet just like when you were kids. he missed hearing you talk that way

[chronosdawn]

Another LaDS isekai fic idea I think would be fun is one where you wake up as MC during the chronorift catastrophe and, after working out that you have in fact ended up in LaDS as the MC, come to the conclusion that you must have replaced MC in this timeline alone. As a result of this, you then go on to develop an imposter complex, along with some fairly insane levels of guilt that you are not the same person who the LIs fell in love with in their myths, and thus are robbing your favourite characters of the chance to be with the love of their life.

This culminates in you feeling like you need to do something good with this life you've effectively stolen from someone else, which you do by participating in heroic acts while having little thought for your own safety (your antics have nearly given Caleb a heart attack on five separate occasions, and he has seriously contemplated just locking you up for your own good at least twice). Your behaviour only gets worse when the other LIs show up, with a clear interest in you, thus causing you to spiral into even more guilt. And you know what's a good distraction from guilt? "Oh hey look there's a small child who needs saving from a dangerous wanderer I definitely shouldn't attempt to fight alone. Off I go!"

What you are unaware of, however, is that you have not just replaced MC in this timeline, but every timeline, and you simply don't remember for the same reasons MC doesn't remember all the different timelines in canon. You have also managed to come to the exact same wrong conclusion in every single timeline, which means the myth timelines play out a little different compared to canon (as in you've found a way to sacrifice yourself to spare the LIs in almost every single one).

You could go in a couple of different directions with this. If you wanted to take things in a darker direction, you could probably lean into the yandere tendencies that might arise in someone whose love interest seems determined to get themselves killed.

However, I think the much funnier version of this is where the other LIs clock each other's existences (their current game timelines have ended up merged because I said so) and decide to put aside their differences over their unified goal of making sure you don't die.

And that's how you acquire five overprotective boyfriends, none of whom really like each other but will put up with whatever it takes to make sure you remain alive and well.

[vegaly-art]

Essek's home was so barren when the nein first came around... but I think it's different now.

[vault--of--amber]

eadwulf grieve my one and only. he’s bisexual. he has zero agency in the story. he appears like three times and all of those times he’s either following orders or being prevented from following orders. he’s the least favorite in the polycule. he’s the guy you think of when you think of ‘goon’. he’s a character basically tailor made to die but somehow survives to the end of the story by virtue of no one giving a shit about him. he has a homoerotic pvp against the guy his ex has been using as a stand in for him and then tries and fails to flirt with said guy. hes religious. he wears a big amulet with the symbol of a god and a smaller secret amulet to another god underneath. he stumbled his way into diplomatic immunity by being so hot that two incredibly powerful people can’t quite get over him. he’s so irrelevant you almost forget he canonically strangled his parents to death. he doesn’t know what a firbolg is. he’s even a wizard

[stargirlygirl]

choking with caleb (gone wrong)

caleb x fem!reader

contains: nsfw, smut, choking, p in v, reader passes out from choking, caleb and reader both cry, hurt/comfort, 1.8k words

inspired by: 'what he's like during it' by @bronzealchemy

you've been begging caleb to try choking with you for the last week. it started off tame, with you bringing it up in conversation after coming across a certain inappropriate video on x. caleb had laughed it off, claiming his pips has gone a little crazy with him being away more recently. that earned him the silent treatment for approximately 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 17 seconds before the colonel kissed the irritation out of you.

your next attempt was over a freshly baked apple pie you made for him after a long day at work. still in his uniform🫦, he couldn't resist sitting down with you and tasting your fine handiwork.

"this tastes great, honey. you're getting good at baking now, huh?" he asks, gazing at you with those crinkled eyes and signature smirk.

you nod enthusiastically and chirp, "maybe you should show me how much you appreciate my cooking." his fork clinks on his plate, those mesmerising eyes on you.

he chuckles, "oh, what did you have in mind?" you ask him again to try choking with you but he refuses, dodging again behind his girl being silly and missing him.

but you know what you want, especially with the man who knows you so intimately and loves you so deeply, to the brink of obsession (and more). that's why you make a show of touching yourself right when he gets home.

your legs are spread wide, fingers intertwined in your slick folds. your moans ricochet off the shared bedroom's walls, ringing throughout the apartment. and once you hear the faint jingle of keys and clinking of the front door, you get all that much louder.

your back arches, your walls clenching in pleasure when the bedroom door is thrown open. a seething caleb walks in, huffing as he throws his hat (fuck fuck fuck i love his lil fucking hat i'm sorry pls put me back in my cage) to the side.

his eyes bulge out of their sockets as you stare at each other, your fingers still working overtime on your clit.

he pants, "pips, what're you doing?" you giggle, but it turns into breathy moan. you nibble on your lower lip and tilt your head to the other side, avoiding his intense gaze. the sinful wet sounds of your arousal scream over caleb's stomps toward you.

he kneels on the bed, one gloved hand catching your working hand and pinning it beside your head. he slots himself between your thighs, weight keeping them open beneath him as his other hand grabs your cheeks and turns your head back to him.

his brow is creased as you lock eyes. caleb drinks in the light pink dusting your cheeks and the soft whines falling from your lips.

he almost growls, "i've been away for barely eight hours and this is what i come home to? you touching yourself without me?" you try yanking your pinned hand out of his iron grip, but he only tightens his hold on you, making you yelp.

"and-and now you're ignoring me? what do you want, baby?" your free hand palms his chest, pitifully attempting to push him off. in response, he drops his full weight onto you and buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply.

"caleb—" you squirm.

he grumbles in your ear, "tell me what you want? why're you trying so hard to get my attention? it's all yours, don't you know that? or do i need to remind you how obsessed i am with you?"

your breath hitches, his voice going straight your core. you mewl as slick gushes from your hole.

"c-caleb," you stutter. he leans back to glimpse your face, all flustered.

"yes, honey," he whispers, gazing at you with those puppy eyes.

you pant, "you know what i want." he looks away momentarily.

shaking his head, he sighs, "is that really why you're doing all of this? to get me to choke you?" you nod frantically because finally, finally, he was getting it.

he chuckles all raspy, "fine." gazing back at you, he continues, "if that's what you really want, then i'll give it to you."

and that's how you got here, crying out as your boyfriend thrusts into you from behind. his mechanical hand is wrapped around your throat, applying the lightest pressure while his other hand pulls tightly on your hair. you can feel the sweat beading on his chest; it sticks to your back, a rite of passage given the connection between your bodies.

you two had hastily agreed on 'apple' as your safe word, and you're yet to use it.

caleb's cool metal hand slides down to your collarbones as he grunts in your ear, "was that okay?"

he hits the spongy spot inside of you, making you lose all coherency as you cry out.

"pips," he pants. "answer me or—fuck!—o-or i'll stop."

you nearly scream, "harder, caleb! harder!"

he chuckles gruffly as he slams into you roughly, "so demanding." his hand slides back up to your neck as he tugs your head back harder. and when he squeezes, you swear you're seeing stars. the pleasure, the lack of oxygen, the squelching sounds of your sex intermingling with his whimpers moans and your own whines. all of it intensifies as he ruts into you. and then he lets go and grabs a handful of your tit.

you cry out, "b-baby, please! please, please, ah—" he pinches your tender nipple and you just know he can feel the rush of arousal that starts dripping around his length.

"f-fuck," he groans loud. "what d'you need, honey? you can tell me." your next word makes his eyes widen and pace slow.

"bicep."

caleb breathes out, "darling, no."

you whine as his thrusts become shallower, "please, caleb! please, i trust you."

"i know you trust me," he grunts. he lets go of your hair and wraps both arms around your torso.

his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and he whispers against your ear, "but i don't trust myself." he fucks you slower and softer, the weariness seeping into his bones from a long day of meetings and paperwork and reports. you almost start crying from being starved of his rough love.

you pout, "please, baby! ah— i love you! please! i really want you to, p-please!" your boyfriend groans. he loves hates it when you beg him for things because he's destined to cave. he wills himself to be strong, to deny your request. but upon hearing your declaration of love, how can he refuse to indulge his girlfriend's pleas?

he grunts, "fine. you want my bicep around your pretty neck?"

"yes! yes, please!" you babble.

"then you can have it," he groans as he bites your earlobe, his thrusts accelerating up to a brutal pace once more. his warm arm steadies you while his metal bicep curls beneath your chin. he doesn't apply any pressure yet, particularly mindful of just how easily he could hurt you as your small hands grip his forearm for support.

he pants in your hair, "just-just tap my thigh—mhmm— if it's too much, honey." you nod frenziedly and tap his thigh with your fingers a couple of times to show that you heard him.

he chuckles breathily at your cuteness, "okay. here we go." he squeezes lightly, trying his best to satisfy you without overdoing it. and of course, like the spoilt brat princess you are, you grumble at him to go harder.

he grunts, "you-you do know that i c-can't feel in this arm, right? if i hurt you—"

"i don't care, baby— hah— come on, please!" you scrunch your eyes shut, unable to keep them open from the sheer pleasure he's igniting within you. you hear caleb swear beneath his breath before giving you what you asked for.

in a few seconds, you're out like a light. caleb shouts as you slump in his arms, immediately pulling out and lying your limp body down on the fluid-soaked sheets. he cups your face, searching frantically for any signs of life while calling your name so loud it's like you're the one fucking him.

but you're not.

you're lying there, heart racing and breathing steadily as your boyfriend shakes you lightly, begging you to wake up.

his amethyst eyes are already tearing up, and his voice cracks as he pleads, "please, pips! please, f-fuck, please wake up! 'm so sorry, please." as if on command, you stir, your brows drawing together as you blink rapidly.

when an emotional caleb pinning you down comes into focus, you groan, "mhmm, baby, what happened? i thought— i thought we were—" you aren't able to finish your sentence as caleb squishes you beneath his weight.

he sighs with relief and raw emotion in your ear, "fuck, baby, i thought i lost you. fuck—" he pulls back and grabs your cheeks, his thumbs gently stroking them.

tears slowly slip down his face as he chokes out, "i'm so sorry. i shouldn't h-have—"

you tug on his dog tags, bringing him down to you. your noses and foreheads brush, caleb's stuttered breathing ghosting your lips.

you whisper, "it's okay." he shakes his head.

"no! it's not okay. look at you. look at what i did to you!" he proclaims frustratedly. more tears slide down his face. you do what anyone would in this situation and inch him even closer to you. you drag your tongue up the wet trails of his sadness, tasting the salt on your taste buds until you reach his under eyes. and you repeat the motion on his other cheek.

he smiles sadly and scolds you, "don't. not after i-i hurt you."

"mhmm, you taste so salty." your voice cracks as emotions you didn't even realise were there bubble to the surface.

"pips," he croaks out. he retreats to his hiding place (your neck), sobbing harder as you begin crying into his shoulder. your arms wrap around his shuddering back as some unsaid understanding passes between you.

once you both calm down (caleb's still sniffling btw), he swears that tomorrow morning he'll take you to the doctor just to check that you're okay.

the rest of the night is spent in each other's arms, whether that be in the shower, kitchen, or bed. your boyfriend doesn't let you out his grasp for more than minute. he needs to feel you right there, alive and breathing. you reassure him that you're okay, that you still trust him, and that you should have listened to him and at least let him use his other arm. but he shakes his head.

and you know that as you lie in bed cuddling, he's thinking it over and finding new ways to blame himself. you wish he wouldn't retreat into himself like this, but you can't blame him. you're confident that with a bit of time and tender support, he'll forgive himself.

at least, you hope so.

a/n: first time writing for caleb! pls lmk if the characterisation was okay

more embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments:

sylus puts you in a nelson and ends up in hospital zayne's cum spurts out of your nose xavier falls asleep while eating you out you get stuck in the sink as you and rafayel get it on

gone wrong m.list

[deepspace-scenarios]

[scenario/drabble] Fly away (with you)

How LIs would react if he wants a romantic getaway with you, but he misreads your hesitation as disinterest and withdraw the offer. You reassure them and clear up the misunderstanding and it's cute <3 Genre: Fluff + (veery mild) hurt/comfort

SYLUS

The air seems to hold its breath around you, the remnants of his question fading into a busy silence filled with your unspoken thoughts.

While Onychinus isn't exactly in peril, you know enough to tell the stakes have shifted, and Sylus has been working more than usual to eliminate any issues before they become a proper threat.

Sylus leans back in his chair, gaze sharp. “Forget I mentioned it. Clearly, you have priorities."

You grab his wrist before he can stand. You can't let him dismiss the thought of travelling just yet. “Sylus- it’s not that. I just know the N109 Zone’s unstable right now. If you leave, your enemies might-"

His scoffs, flipping the grip so that he's the one cuffing your wrist instead. “Oh, kitten. You think I’d let vermin ruin our time?"

He pulls you onto his lap in one languid motion. “But since you’re so concerned… I’ll burn their nests to the ground before we go."

“Sylus, you don't have to-”

He hums, gaze steady as he presses a finger to your lips. “Now, let's decide on a destination.”

___

XAVIER 

You contemplate the idea. An early-morning flight, disrupted circadian rhythms, only three full days before you fly back again to start work the next morning.

As the seconds tick by, Xavier’s smile fades. 

“You’re right. It was impulsive."

You scoot closer to him on the sofa and cup his face. “Xavier, I want to go. But think of the logistics of cramming an international trip into four days. A plane ride? Time zones? I don’t want you exhausted."

He blinks, then melts into the touch. 

“You… worry for me."His thumb traces the curve of your cheek.

“I do," you say. Then you decide to tease him. “If I have a sleepyhead Xavier dozing off at the airport, how can I carry a big luggage alone?”

He scrunches his nose at the thought, then places his hands over yours and moves them to his chest, holding it close to him.

“Then let’s go somewhere closer. A place where the stars are bright, where we can unwind. Just the two of us."

 ___ 

ZAYNE

You hover opposite him, thinking about his gruelling roster over the past week, while he reads through some documents in preparation for a surgery the next morning.

With his upcoming schedule as well, a vacation would only drain him more over the long weekend. 

Zayne adjusts his glasses, his voice even. “Withdrawn. The odds of compatible availability were low anyway."

You recognise the tone- he uses it to mask any emotion, delivering speech devoid of any subjectiveness. The same tone he uses when delivering bad news to patients.

But you know better. He's not Dr. Zayne right now, he's just... Zayne. At home, in cosy cotton loungewear. Clinical stoicism will not stand- at least, not on your watch.

You step into his space, sitting down and threading an arm between the sofa and his back as you lean into him. 

“Zayne. You’ve pulled four overtime shifts this week That's nearly twenty extra hours of work. A vacation isn’t rest if you’re jet-lagged."

He makes a small contemplative hum, his hazel eyes softening as he looks at you. “…You tracked my shifts?"

You poke his chest. “If it isn't me, who else?"

He exhales, almost a laugh. “Fine. A staycation, then. Let me know if you need assistance with planning."

 ___ 

RAFAYEL 

You look at all the documents and drafts Thomas left in Rafayel's studio, all of which he has pushed to the corner of a work desk.

Now he asks you to go on an island-hopping trip to see all the art installations spanning more than five coastal exhibition sites?

Not a chance.

Rafayel flops onto the couch. “Wow. Rejected by my own muse."

You toss a cushion at him. “You have so many events happening soon! What if you get tired? Or catch a cold traveling? Then who's gonna have to listen to you complain about your dark circles and headaches? Do you expect your bodyguard to be a makeup artist and a nurse?"

He sits up, eyes gleaming. “Ohhh, you do care!"

Grinning, he tackles you into a hug “Don’t worry, Miss Bodyguard- I’ll charm the germs away! And if I do get sick…"

He looks at you with puppy-dog eyes. “You’ll take care of me, right?"

You sigh, letting him drag you to the table to show you a website of the hotel he wants to stay at. He peppers your face with kisses with each tab he shows you- and you know he's already won.

 ___ 

CALEB 

Is it really a good idea? The thought of Caleb going for another Deepspace Tunnel mission- the ones you dread the most- and then a flight the same night once he returns, close to midnight, just doesn't sound like a rest-and-recharge situation.

You stand with your hands on your hips, and purse your lips in thought. 

Caleb's gaze lingers on your lips, but he catches himself as he notices the silence stretch on. “Sorry- stupid idea. We don’t have to-"

Your gaze snaps back onto him. Oh, crap. He misunderstood.

You squeeze his hand, and hold back from the urge to just hug the living daylights out of this man. “Caleb. Your mission could run long. I just… don’t want us to get disappointed if plans change."

His jaw tightens, his purple eyes blazing. “Then I’ll finish the mission early."

“And if anything tries to stop me…" He kisses your knuckles. “I won't allow that to happen. I promise."

“Caleb," you murmur, “Just make it back safely. It's all I need, vacation or not,”

“Anything for you, pipsqueak,”

And with the kiss he presses to your lips, you know he means it with every fibre of his being.

[highbrasshighkass]

critical role really be like *dick joke* *dick joke* *dick joke* *the most emotionally devastating scene you have ever watched that will stick with you forever* *dick joke*

[syluses]

thinkin about caleb and how his initial (and only) reason to start working out was so he could protect his meimei <3

when he’d started hitting the gym, it was to assure both himself and you that, if danger were to ever come, he’d have the advantage against it. it’s a surprising bonus, though- by no means an unpleasant one- when he really starts to shape up and you notice.

you order him around heavy furniture and he works like a willing dog, no complaints given whatsoever. you get the feeling he enjoys it, actually.

when you make comments that his big strong arms will have no trouble finding that new coffee table a home in the living room, he positively beams. it’s a little weird because you genuinely don’t know why it makes him so happy... instant mood booster. you’re not complaining though; he’s infinitely helpful. caleb’s always been the cheerful type, especially with you, but it’s a different kind of elation he reaches when you ask him to carry you on his back during your walk home because your legs are tired.

he hoists you up on his shoulders- his broad ones that are just as sturdy as they look- so you can see over crowded plazas and totes you around no different than a prized handbag. he preens and puffs out his chest when you tell him to lift his arm so you can feel his muscle- not a hint of shame on your face (because he’s your gege, this is perfectly normal) as you do- and feels his heart skip when your little fingers give his biceps a curious squeeze.

he hardly breaks a sweat as he lugs around new pieces of your bedroom decor, and all the toiling is more than worth it when your eyes widen and thoughtfully skim over his physique. oh yeah, he’s gotten bigger, meimei- can you tell? oh, he says it like it’s no big deal. but it is a VERY big deal to him, do not be fooled. he desperately wishes you’ll gawk and ogle him to your heart’s content, even if he knows your admiration is far from lascivious.

and don’t you worry— he’ll only get stronger, only get better, might even drag you to the gym with him so you can see live demonstrations of his favorite chest workouts (with a thin tank, of course, but just because he sweats a lot, no other reason) and the proper form for certain exercises so you don’t injure yourself. anything to impress his sweet lil pipsqueak 🫶

[bxngxsart]

beach caleb!! tan line caleb!! i love caleb!! back in my sketching phase. trying new brushes/new style AGAIN (close-ups below!)

[mihanisms]

are you hearing things? certainly, an intruder didn’t break into your house just to clean up the mess you’d left behind this morning and cook your favorite dish, did they? no…unless this intruder was really, really nice and somehow knew you inside out.

but then it hits you.

caleb.

that's the only thought in your head as you rush over to the kitchen, stopping in the middle as you see your husband in a fucking apron, cutting up vegetables on the kitchen counter.

he looks up as soon as he hears your footsteps stop, a big, satisfied smirk on his face. yet despite the smugness, his expression is tender, displaying a love that makes your chest tighten with familiarity. before either of you can say a word, you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and immediately melt into his touch.

he's warm, and most of all, real. in your arms. no words are said—they're not even needed as he returns your embrace, nuzzling his face into your hair and pressing you to him like a long-lost piece of himself finally returned. you sink into the quiet gravity of his hold, the space between you dissolving as you breathe in each other's presence. time feels like it's folding in on itself—only the steady rise and fall of his breath tethering you to the moment, to him, to home.

you decide to break the silence, your hands gripping tighter on his clothes, voice muffled by your face in the crook of his neck. "caleb. you’re early. you’re- you're here." the words are slightly cracked, tinted with a quiet desperation and disbelief that has your heart pounding in your chest, still processing what was happening.

caleb only holds you closer, his voice thick with similar emotions. "'course i am, honey. wouldn't trade this for the world." he presses a soft kiss to your head, his hands gently running down your sides and stopping at your waist. he pulls away to look you in the eyes, his gaze filled with something so soft you could almost feel it in your hands. "the expedition ended early. i got home as soon as i could to surprise you."

your eyes drift up and down his face, his neck, any piece of him available to you—you drink it in, relishing in the man before you like a traveler would an oasis in the desert. you swallow, throat thick with longing as you struggle to say another full sentence.

but it doesn't matter, not when he knows exactly what you want to say. your emotions are written on your face, woven into every action, and even without words, caleb can feel it in the space between you, his heart long since in tune with yours.

taking a deep breath, you manage to speak, sniffling. "i was- i was counting down the days. i thought you wouldn't be home for at least a few more weeks-"

caleb only grins softly, tenderly slipping his hand beneath your shirt to feel your skin on his. "you know me, honey. i can't just stay away from you." he punctuates his words with a soft caress up your back, tracing your spine and sending a shiver through your body. it grounds you, his actions and affections so familiar and yet so unreal in the moment.

a small laugh manages to bubble from your lips, relieved and stupefied. you pull him in again, feeling his heartbeat against yours. he's here. all of him.

and suddenly, the exhaustion of the past few weeks, the impatience, the longing, the loneliness—it all fades away, and you're left with something that is so unmistakably home, because you're in his arms.

he lets out a relieved sigh of his own, chuckling slightly and shifting his body to better accommodate yours. in doing so, you're pulled away from him just slightly, the glint of something floating in the air catching your eye. your brows furrow together as the object catches your interest, peeking out at it from above caleb's arms.

a knife.

a floating knife.

you blink. your mind is still catching up with everything, but the sight of a knife hovering a few steps away from you—completely still, suspended in midair—pulls you out of your processing period. your brows furrow even further, your head stiffly moving to look up at your husband.

"caleb...?" as of that moment, his tender gaze had turned into a suppressed grin, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous glint you knew so well. his hands squeeze your sides, voice teasing and lilted. "'sup, honeybunch? still need proof it's really me?"

your eyes flick between the knife and him, your voice slow and hesitant. "caleb, why is there a knife next to us right now?"

he laughs, and it's a warm sound that dissipates any tension in your body, a small smile pulling up at your lips despite the confusion. he leans in with a smirk, shrugging and ruffling your hair as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. "i don't know baby, you were pretty eager to get me in your arms. didn't stop to think twice that i was cutting up some veggies."

your face flushes as you process that he had only used his evol to move the knife he was holding away from the both of you. "...oh," is all you manage to squeak out as he laughs again, gently tugging on your hair to tilt your head upwards and to land a kiss on your forehead.

caleb smirks, his own gaze flickering between the knife and you, "someone had to make sure you didn’t end up with a gash on your hand while trying to tackle me."

you shake your head, still smiling and now slightly flushed due to his actions. "sorry, it was all just..." he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, grinning at the cute sight of your face. "there's no need for an apology, honey. i'm just doing my job as your husband."

he steps forward, the knife gently floating back down onto the counter with a soft clink as he places his hand beneath your chin. "our kitchen is quite the dangerous place, you know."

the playful edge in his voice and the cheeky grin on his face make you laugh, a soft, breathless sound that feels lighter than it has in weeks. you shake your head, amusement dancing in your eyes as you finally take in your surroundings—the seasoned chicken resting in the bowl, the steam curling from the bubbling pot of your favorite broth on the stove, and most of all, the warm, inviting scent of home.

it isn't just the food or the careful way he’s prepared everything for you. it’s him, standing there, grounding you in a moment that feels almost too good to be real. the weight of missing him lingers faintly in your chest, but it’s lightened by the fact that, for the first time in weeks, he’s here.

caleb's eyes wash over you with amusement, his head tilting as his thumb caresses your cheek before gently pressing into your skin, affectionately squeezing your face. "you okay there, pips? looks like you're about to start crying over dinner."

his teasing lingers for only a second before something shifts. his touch, once playful, turns softer—more deliberate. his hands come up to cradle your face fully, his warmth seeping into your skin. it's only then that you realize why his expression has changed.

you were crying.

warm, salty tears are trickling down your face as you try to deny your current state, your lips trembling as you let out a shaky laugh. "ah, i’m-," you start off, but the crack in your voice betrays you. you sniffle, swiping at your face, affection and frustration mixing in your expression. "it’s not-”

but caleb just smiles, thumbs brushing away the tears before they can fall any further. "i know," he murmurs, voice as warm as his touch. "i know, baby."

caleb doesn’t say anything else—he doesn’t need to. instead, he pulls you in, pressing his lips gently to your forehead, letting them linger there for a few precious moments. his touch is grounding, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself lean into it completely.

his fingers stroke along your back in soothing circles, a silent reassurance that he’s real, that he’s with you. and you believe it. because how could you not, when his presence feels like the most tangible thing in the world?

after a few quiet breaths, he pulls away just enough to meet your gaze again, studying your face with something soft and knowing. “feeling a little better?”

you sniffle, nodding as you wipe at your eyes again. “yeah. just… didn’t expect this.”

he grins, his thumb grazing over your cheekbone one last time before he finally steps back, hands slipping down to rest at your waist. “well, i was hoping for a ‘wow, my incredibly handsome husband is the best for surprising me like this!’ but i guess tears of joy work too.”

you roll your eyes, though there’s no real annoyance behind it. “if you wanted me to swoon, you should’ve walked in with flowers, colonel.”

caleb lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “damn, should’ve known i was dealing with high standards.”

“very high,” you confirm, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.

he huffs out a laugh before squeezing your waist one last time and turning back to the counter. “cmon, pips. go set the table before you start crying again.”

you mumble sarcastically but oblige, pulling out the plates and utensils while he goes back to cooking. the kitchen is quiet save for the soft sounds of bubbling broth and the rhythmic chop of his knife against the cutting board.

it’s a comfortable kind of quiet—the kind that settles lovingly in your ribs, wrapping around your heart like the warmest embrace.

and when you finally sit down for dinner, across from the man who makes your world feel so much brighter just by being in it, you realize that no matter how long he’s gone, no matter how much you miss him, this moment will always come back to you.

because caleb always comes back to you.

[gwendolynnderolo]

mighty nein memes part 4

mighty nein memes | vox machina memes

[prettyboykatsuki]

PLEAPSLEPSLEPELEEMSPELEMSJEKZJEKSNS. WANSI LOVE THIS DYNAMIC SOSO SO SOSOOOO MUCH IM EATING YOUR BRAIN EIGJT NOW

based on this

cw for mild yandere and veryyyy angry caleb + your usual caleb incest lmao

"Come home,"

"Aw. Why should I?"

You can see it. His jaw is twitching, a vein in his neck swelling with irritation. It's been years since you've last seen your older brother but some things don't change. He's cold when he's angry. Frigid and temperamental.

It used to upset you. You remember trying to cheer him up. They're sweet memories - good times now long behind you. Seeing him now looking just the same way makes you wonder if he's also been in the same place all these years. Just like you.

"Quit acting out and come home," He says. Insists.

You scoff at the nerve of him before you smile. It's crooked. Vicious and mean. "I don't want to. Why should I? So I can spend the rest of my life watching you go in circles over what you should do about wanting to fuck me?"

Caleb stills. You should stop now, but you keep going. Keep rubbing salt into the wounds in exactly the ways you've always wanted. You already made a mess of everything else.

"Be a little more considerate, will you? I'm a big girl now. I've got needs. I'm not sure you can fill a single one of them," You can hear it in your voice. Sneering. His eyes go dark but you go on. "And you know, once you start having sex - nothing really beats the real thing,"

All the air gets sucked out of the room. You stand from where you're seated and walk to the other side of the table - leaning against it. Right in front of Caleb as you rest on the edge, head tilted. Your phone buzzes on the table and you glance at it before looking right back up at him. Something in you burning.

"A lot of people would miss me. I'm their favorite part of their week," You put a hand on his chest and Caleb freezes. Stares at you as you pretend to think about it. "So I don't know if I can. But maybe, you know - since you're my big brother," Your eyes sparkle. "I can give you a little service before you leave. I'm good with my mouth. So I'm told, anyway,"

For a while it's noiseless. So deathly silent all you can hear is the hammer of your own heartbeat. You're enjoying this. You're enjoying provoking him. Once upon a time such a thing would be unbelievable. But it feels good to finally have thrown it al away. Nothing left of your innocence for him to insist on preserving. Everything ruined at your own hands.

A punishment you've wanted to inflict on him each time he rejected you. The humiliation of being the only one who seems to believe being together was worth wanting.

A chill crawls up your spine as Caleb circles his hand around your wrist. He's strong. You can feel it in such a small movement. He pulls your hand away from him and you think he's about to give up and go home.

Instead his hand grabs your jaw, seething.

He's never, ever been so fucking angry. It alerts you as much as it pleases you. As much it scares you.

"I shouldn't have tried to let you live your life. That's the only thing I really regret," Caleb hisses. You squirm away from his grasp but he holds you so firm you can't do anything but keep still. "I should've done what I thought was right and kept you locked up nicely in the house. I should've just trapped you there,"

Your breath hitches. "You—"

He leans in closer. You're nearly nose to nose, your eyes forced up to look at him. Terror has your stomach churning. It's brief and low, suddenly keeping you alert. Like you're in some kind of grievous danger.

Maybe you are.

"I won't make the same mistake twice," His grip on you gets righter. It hurts. "You're coming home. You don't have a choice. Clearly, I can't take my fucking eyes off of you," Another flash of anger passes over his features. He takes a deep breath. "So you'll come back whether you like it or not,"

You're incredulous. Irritated by the surety in his words.

"And what makes you so sure I won't just run away again? I could have someone come get me," Your words are muffled slightly. "I'm sure there'd be plenty of people willing to keep me around in exchange for a little—"

Caleb laughs humorlessly. "You think you'd ever be able to again? I'll come find you no matter how much you run away. No matter how much you act out, you're my responsibility."

You're mine, goes unspoken. The sentiment lingers in the air.

You pause. You want to say something to combat him - to get under his skin again. He's staring at you with so much intensity, almost loathing that you find yourself at a loss for words.

"I'll give you what you want this time," Caleb's voice is hollow. The anger is so heavy, so apparent - his words come out calmly. "And you can show me what useless shit you learned while you were out of my sight,"

[floredaqueen]

I'm so normal about him..♡

[majunju]

save me lads main story update... save me

[angstyhikka]

A little late but i made itt! Happy passed Holidays!^^

I think its pretty much first time I drew all of them together. These are happy times when illusion of a happy family wasn’t yet broke for Hunter.

Really feel a lot of stuff for this artwork, I made it for a Christmas special @lasymit wrote in “Where the axe is buried”. Its a big sweet 19 word page chapter with a lot of preparing to a royala bal and Caleb running away from his duties to meet a holiday with common people of the Bonesborrow! Hunter found him in a local bar, tried to convince him to get bak to work but Caleb somehow incomprehensibly lured Hunter to the holiday too. And so Philip was one who had to bring both of them back to CastleXD

And what I drew was in the end, almost in the morning after the bal. They decided to go to a far river on a Knee mountain together. It was one of Hunters happiest memories uwu

You can read it here tho its in russian and we won’t be able to translate it soon :,,

[fatty-thao]

Then it's a promise... In life and in death, we will never be apart