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GUESS WHAT MFERS I WATCHED IT AND IM GONNA WRITE ABOUT IT

im gonna be a whore the moment i get my hands on kpop demon hunters movie

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i decide to not do hsr for now

i get hsr fics on my feed

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oh, idk if i should move the lads to a diff acc....

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🔭: Peek into the telescope …!  🔭: Love and Deepspace Masterlist!

✎ Constellations (All Characters):

Pretend Boyfriend (Xavier, Rafayel)

Caretaker (Sylus, Zayne) Caretaker (Xavier, Rafayel, Caleb) Blood Type (All Characters)

✎ Stars (Specific Characters):

Listener (Xavier)

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LevelUp!Au

To add on the Level-Up (previously Player!Au)... (from this post)

The moment you step through Monsdadt’s gates (how did you get there? With great difficulty…ish) there’s another flash and another screen pops up in front of you. 

[Adventure Quest 1: Find your way to Monsdadt…. COMPLETE!] then another screen pops up.

[REWARDS: 500 Mora, 1 Seasoned Hunters Bow....]  the screen then moves to your inventory and you blink. You look like a weirdo to passersby, staring at nothing, looking like a foreigner, and with your eyes just wide as you stare at…. Nothing. 

Okay. Weird. You tap on the bag of mora, and it appears on your side… along with a satchel?? 

There's a flash. Another popup?? 

[Freebie: Satchel.] … okay. You tap on the satchel icon and there's the description: [Inventory of the Player, [NAME]]

“Cool.” You’re still confused with the situation. I mean, one second you’re in bed, the other second, you’re standing in front of the Starfell Archon Statue with new clothes and no idea how you got here— and that you have this weird pop-up flashy thing in front of you that you can tell from the weird looks of passersby is only apparently visible to you?? 

“Hello? Are you perhaps [Name]?” 

What the fuck. At your name, turn around, wide eyes, guard up and— “....Mona?” 

She smiles. “It is you! Oh my god!”

“What the fuck???” 

She stares at you. You stare at her, then at the sky. Then you scream in your head.

WHAT THE FUCK????

[Adventure Quest 2: Talk to Mona]

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⋆｡°✩ Constellation Discovered ⋆｡°✩

PRETEND BOYFRIEND !

⋆｡°✩ ;; Xavier, Rafayel ⋆｡°✩ ;; You ask them to pretend to be your boyfriend. Just for a day.  ⋆｡°✩;; Part 2: Zayne, Sylus, Caleb here!! ⋆｡°✩ ;; Modern AU! No such thing as evols and such.

XAVIER

It started two days ago. You had chatted Xavier late in the afternoon, while he was doom scrolling on his phone.

two days ago.

you: hey, xav, this is random but you: can i ask for a favor?

Xavier: ? sure. What is it?

you: can you be my boyfriend?

Xavier drops his phone on his face.

you: Pretend!!!  you: Pretend Boyfriend!!

Xavier stares at your next message. okay. Ouch. Just a bit. Getting a message like that, while having a crush on your apartment neighbor, friend, movie night buddy? But he replies.

Xavier: … what do U mean?

you: okay, hold on I’ll explain it on call. 

Present.

An invitation to a wedding to a cousin that you can’t exactly make excuses for since according to them “You missed so many family gatherings” (on purpose), that you haaavve to make up for it by coming to their wedding. 

And you NEEDED a plus one. Code word for boyfriend so they could stop badgering you over your love life.

And so, you asked Xavier, your friend, your apartment neighbor, and also the only person you could think of to ask that as a favor. 

Over facetime, you were basically begging for him to agree, anyways. 

(“PLEASE, Xav. I’ll do anything!! Just pretend to be my boyfriend for a day, just for the wedding, and then we’re good!” He gives you a skeptical look. You smile sheepishly.)

He agreed. Xavier couldn’t help it– not when you threw him the puppy-eyed look. He folded SO quick, so easily. If Jeremiah was here, he would laugh at his face. 

So now, here you are, sitting in his car, dressed up so pretty and so beautiful that when he saw you, Xavier froze on the spot and had to fight back the blush that colored his face. 

“Xav? Hello?” You wave a hand over his face, and he snaps back into reality, turning to you. “Yeah? Sorry, spaced out.” 

You give him a look, but shrug. “Okay… Anyways, I have the venue location.” You show him the address, “Do you know where? I can set up Maps…” 

“Nah, It’s good. I got it.” and he starts the car. If you found him hot at that moment, that is something you will unpack after the wedding. 

The way there is you giving him a rundown of everyone in the family– who to avoid, who to tolerate, and who has your approval of “chill and will call back if ever”. He takes it like a champ, nodding and asking questions and mentally taking notes. 

“And if they ask about us?” He glances at you, and you smile. Xavier wants to kiss you right then and there. He holds back. Pretend boyfriend, he reminds himself.

“Just say we became friends and then boom, romance.” You shrug. “We don’t have to go overboard in the story. We’ve been friends for a while so you can answer whatever other questions they can have. Can you wing it, if ever?” You turn to him and Xavier nods. 

“Yeah. I’ll… I'll try.”

“Okay. I’ll try to not leave you alone. I don’t want you meeting the…” You shudder. “Terror side of the family.”

It was not fine. The moment the reception began, Xavier was bombarded with pushy aunts, curious cousins, and teasing uncles. And you.. Were nowhere to be found. 

Xavier chuckles. “We’ll be fine.”

To be fair, he can see you on the other end of the venue, but you were also surrounded by family (that you like), and Xavier really doesn’t want to disturb that wide smile of yours just to deal with the family you don’t like. So– just to see  you smile, he manages. 

But then he sees someone, a guy,  you haven’t mentioned take his place next to you. He squints, a frown on his lips. Who is that? 

His question is quickly answered by one of the aunts chattering to her husband. “Isn’t that Ryle?” 

“Hm?” The uncle to look over in your direction. Xavier tries to keep his attention to them. “Ah. Yes. The guy who liked [Name] before she moved away?”

“....” Xavier’s frown deepens. 

“Wasn’t he her ex? Why is he here?” Xavier freezes, and he eyes the guy closely, watching his every move from across the room. Ryle is standing too close to you, smiling and laughing along with your group and his jaw tightens.

“Ah, he’s friends with the groom.” The aunt shrugs, and the conversation shifts over to the bride and the groom but Xavier tunes that part out, his eyes zeroing on you. 

You, so pretty in that dress and that guy named Ryle moves closer to you and rests an arm over your shoulder. You make a face, one that tells him of how uncomfortable you are and— 

He doesn’t know how he got to the other side of the room so quickly, but he smiles politely to your cousins who excitedly greet him. You meet his gaze, wide eyed and confused, but you smile and he can feel his chest tighten at your smile. 

“Xavi.” His smile turns genuine, and he can see Ryle (said in disgust) give him a look when he maneuvers you away from him so he can hold you to him. His hand is on his waist and he pulls you to him, and you let him, Ryles arms dropping away from your shoulders in the process. “What brings you here?” 

Xavier smiles, “I missed you.” 

That got a barrage of squeals from your cousins. One comments, “Oh my god, [Name], maybe you’ll be next in the wedding calendar!” and another goes “Awsh, I wish my boyfriend was that sweet.”

You flush at Xaviers words, and at the comments, lightly punching him. “I was gone for ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes too long.” He’s not even pretending at this point, even though you think that he’s a good actor, and you huff out a laugh. You miss the way Xavier gives Ryle a suspicious side eye, pulling you farther from him. 

“[Name]?” Ryle forces out a laugh, eyes flickering from Xavier’s hand on your waist to you.“ Who’s this?”

You smile, polite and strained, and Xavier subtly glares at him. “My boyfriend, Xavier. Xavi, this is Ryle, an old friend.” 

“Ah, ‘s that so? It’s nice to see you, Ryle.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Ryle gives Xavier a dirty look, and he returns it, proceeding to give you a kiss to your cheek as if to prove his point. 

That does it, and Ryle looks away from you two, quickly excusing himself from the group.

Xavier grins in victory, and glances at you. 

You’re red, eyes wide as you look at him, but you couldn’t break the facade now, could you? So you play it off with a smile and a laugh, opting to instead deal with the squeals of your cousins at his action instead of questioning his actions right then and there. Xavier watches you smile with them, and he internally decides that maybe this pretend boyfriend isn’t it. 

Because he’s too jealous for his own good, you are too pretty for him.

Yeah. Xavier thinks as he stares at you, unaware of the soft look on his face. I don’t think pretending is good for me anymore. 

At that moment, he decides to confess on the way home. 

Pretend boyfriend? Yeah- no. 

He’d much rather be your actual boyfriend. 

RAFAYEL

The moment you asked him in the middle of him working on an art piece, he turned to you and grinned. Wide. 

“You want me to be your boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes. “Pretend. Pretend boyfriend.”

“For how long?”

“A day.” You pause. “Maybe. I don’t know if my parents are going to make me stay longer than I should, so let's say two? Or three.” You turn to Rafayel, eyes pleading. “Raf, please say yes I’m going insane. If I go to that family gathering without a boyfriend again, I’m going to be subjected to 10 aunts, 10 uncles and at least 15 prissy cousins asking me why I’m so single. And I would go home with a stack of cards with their “suggested” boyfriends I can get. Like?? Can they get out of my business?”

That makes him laugh a bit too loud, and he gets a punch to the arm for that. 

“Ow- Ow!! Okay, okay! Yeah sure. I’ll be your pretend boyfriend for how long you need me to.” 

You beam. “Really? Oh my God, thank you SO much, Raf. I promise I’ll make it up to you when this is over.” In your excitement, you pull him in for a tight hug, smile so wide it hurts the muscles in your face. 

You miss the reddening of his ears, and the fond smile that graces his lips.

“Yeah. You better.”

It’s a family gathering, one where you had to give Rafayel of your aunts and uncles, cousins. He made a list. A LIST. You gave him an A+ for effort. There was even a quiz night where you gave questions about them and he answered them. Got them all flawlessly. 

You glare at him and Rafayel just laughs.

Dedicated pretend boyfriend here! The gathering was held at a family member's house, and you told him to dress semi-formal. “They tend to go all out in gatherings like these, so you have to be in semi-formal, or something.”

Rafayel nods, “Alright. What color are you wearing then?”

“Eh?” You blink at him. 

He blinks. “I mean, we can go matching? Won’t that help the act?”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” You ignore the fluttering in your chest. “Uhmm, just a blue dress, I guess? With a ribbon.”

“Gotcha.” 

You give him a look, “You don’t have something to match that, right? You really don’t have to go through lengths just to match my outfit.”

Rafayel just grins at you, boyish grin, eyes crinkling, and you want to punch yourself in the face for thinking he looked cute. “Nah. I want to match with you.”

Oh fuck all, you want to kiss him.

“I don't want to be here.” You grumble to Rafayel. He’s dressed in a dark blue formal top and white pants, matching your light blue and white dress with a cute white bow pulling your hair up. He chuckles, eyes crinkling at you. “[Name], we haven’t even entered yet.”

You’re kind of regretting asking him to be your pretend boyfriend, because you're pretty sure falling for him in the process was not the plan.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to meet those people! I mean really, Sarah? She’s going to be on my ass for the rest of the night. She hates me for some reason and I lost all the care to even think about why.”

Your pretend boyfriend just laughs, winking at you “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll do my best to get her off your ass.”

You blush at the nickname but you give him an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Raf.” 

“Babe.”

“What.” You blink. He grins at you, wide and innocent. 

“I’m your boyfriend, right?” He pokes your side. “You’re supposed to call me babe.”

“Right.” You huff. “Okay, babe.” He grins at that, and extends his arm. “Shall we go in?”

You make a face, but nod. “Yeah. Let's go in.”

It’s been okay for the first hour. Introductions were made, and Rafayel was flawless in answering all the questions, you nearly fold and silently wish he really is your boyfriend. The problem arises an hour later, and you were whisked away from Rafayel’s side to talk to your close family. The ones you actually like, and he stays back at the couch, wanting to give you some privacy to catch up with them.

Unfortunately, he senses someone head over to him, and he feels the couch dip. He glances at them to check if the person is here to talk to him and– 

“You must be [Name]’s boyfriend!” Damn. Okay. It's a cousin. Dark hair, high pitched voice, fake smile– ah. Sarah. Rafayel nods, and smiles wide and sweet. “Yep! That’s me.” 

Sarah gives him a rundown gaze, and his smile tightens but he nevertheless appears friendly. She gives him a smirk, tilting her head at him. “Really? What do you see in her?” 

His smile drops and he furrows his brows at her. Irritation and annoyance begins to stir in his chest. “What?”

She continues, tone innocent, but motives certainly obvious. “I mean, like, her? Really? You could do SO much better.” She eyes him, smiling sweetly. “Did she pay you to be here, or what? I wouldn’t put it past her to do that.” 

That does it, and Rafayel’s face hardens.

“How dare you say that about her.” His voice is harsh. “You may be her cousin or whatever, but you do not have the right to say that about my wonderful girlfriend.” His gaze is serious, and it's obvious that he’s ticked. 

Sarah blinks, and nervously chuckles. “Whaat? C’mon I was just stating facts–”

“No. [Name] is a beautiful woman, self-made and confident and I am lucky that she even looked in my direction.” Rafayel doesn’t pause, nor slow down, completely annoyed with the rude insinuations that she made. “She is an amazing woman and an amazing girlfriend. It’s no surprise that you’re jealous of her.”

She gasps, brows furrowing as she tries to retort, but Rafayel continues. “And if you think I’m going to sit here and listen to you rudely insult my girlfriend, then you are very wrong, Karen.” 

Sarah turns red, and she stands up from the couch, furious. “My name is Sarah!” And she turns and stomps away. 

He just watches her with furrowed brows and a frown, before signing back into the couch.

“Wow.”

The shocked tone of your voice makes him jolt up and he turns to see you standing right behind the couch, eyes wide with drinks on both hands. “I’m… wow, Raf. Thats….” 

He covers up the surprise with a grin, “Hey cutie. When’d you get here?” He pats the spot on the couch next to you

“Since Sarah asked if I paid you to be here.” You blink, and take a seat next to him while handing him the drink. 

“Oh yeah. She’s a bitch.”

You laugh. “Yeah. I don’t like her…” You trail off, eyeing Rafayel closely, and he hums, smiling as he tilts his head. 

“What’s wrong, cutie?”

“.. Did you mean that?” You quietly ask, fingers curling on the handle of the cup nervously. “I mean, like, you were very passionate about defending me and…”

“Hey.” Rafayel taps your knee, getting you to lift your gaze. Your breath catches at the serious look in his eyes and he brushes a hand to your cheek. “I was serious. You’re an amazing woman, [Name]. I really was lucky that you even looked in my direction before, hell, you decided to be friends with me.”

You flush, but he continues, “And anyone will be lucky to have you as a girlfriend.” 

A shy smile curls on your lips, and you point out his words, “Look at you? Raf, why would you even think that? I mean, you were a hotshot back in college and…”

His thumb caresses your cheek, and you feel your heartbeat beat a bit faster… then he pulls away and grins at you. You blink, he winks, “I’ll tell you later. We still have an act to play, cutie. Though maybe after we talk later, it won’t be an act, yeah?”

You gape at him, mind racing as you process the meaning of his words, then you flush a bright red. 

Rafayel laughs, you hit his shoulder lightly.

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⋆｡°✩ Constellation Discovered ⋆｡°✩

CARETAKER . . . !

⋆｡°✩ ;; Rafayel, Xavier, Caleb ⋆｡°✩ ;; The hunter had gotten sick, luckily, your loving boyfriend is always there to make sure you feel better. ⋆｡°✩ ;; Part 1 (Zayne, Sylus) ⋆｡°✩ ;; I'll be honest, I don't like this fic but I had to finish it or I'll die. its rlly not my best work,

⋆｡°✩ RAFAYEL ⋆｡°✩

It's been one hour, three minutes and fifteen seconds, since you woke up with a pounding headache and an incessant itch in your throat. Not really. It's been ten minutes, but the numbers don’t matter when you feel like dying. 

Drama queen. You think, but despite the headache, the urge to just close your eyes and sleep your hand finds your phone on your nightstand.

The phone rings. Once. And he picks up. 

“Hey cutie!” Rafayel’s voice comes through the speaker. You can hear the smile on his face.

“Hey.” You sniffle. A cough tears through your throat before you can say anything else. 

“Cutie?” Rafayel’s tone changes quickly from cheery to concerned. “Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you want me there?”

You say no, you’re not okay, yes, you are sick, and yes, you really, really want Rafayel there– and already he tells you to stay comfortable, and he’ll be there. 

He’s in your apartment in five minutes, and he’s quick to make sure you took your medication, got enough water and is completely comfortable, either on the couch or on the bed, it doesn’t matter. 

His priority is you. 

But you stand in the living room, stubborn, as you protest, because in the time he took to get there, you remembered you still have some cleaning to do. 

You're sluggish, tired, and despite your stubbornness to go to bed or the couch, Rafayel talks to you, gently, though with his usual smile. “Hey. You still alive?” 

“No.” You groan. “But I have to clean some things in the kitchen.” You wrap the covers around you tighter, shutting your eyes for a moment. “Ugh. ‘M dying.” His smile falters, mind going back to a distant, but still painful past, but he just chuckles at your expense, hand brushing up to move away the hair stuck to your damp forehead. 

“Cutie, you gotta go rest.”

“But the kitchen…” 

“No. Go sleep.” His tone turns serious, frowning now on his face as he tries to steer you away from the kitchen.

“But…” You pause and tighten the covers again, sneezing as you did. Rafayel pauses, frown twitching to a small smile. You look cute. Like, adorable. And Rafayel quietly says, “You’re absolutely divine, cutie.”

You groan at Rafayel, swatting at him as you trudge to the kitchen. “Shut it. I look terrible..”

You may say that, but Rafayel honestly finds you adorable. You, wrapped in blankets, messy hair, tired eyes?  Cute. 

“Raf.” Hoarse, tired and Raspy, your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he quickly heads over to you. “Sorry, cutie. But you really got to go to sleep. I’ll do that, you don’t need to do anything.”

You eye him. “But…”

“Trust me, babe.” Rafayel grins. “You’ll be better in no time!” Rafayel puts his hands on your shoulders and steers you towards your bedroom. He tucks you in, kisses your forehead, and smiles. “Now rest, babe. I’ll do the cleaning. I’ll check up on you in a bit, kay?”

A smile grows on your lips, your chest warms with affection for your lover, and you nod, stubbornness crumbling under Rafayel’s sweet smile. “Mkay.”

“Good. Now sleep.” 

You shut your eyes, and you feel him press another kiss followed by a small, love you, and you drift off, heart full despite the sniffles and coughs.

⋆｡°✩ XAVIER ⋆｡°✩

He knocked on your door that morning to see if you wanted to head to the association together. 

What greeted him is you, wrapped in blankets, nose red and eyes barely open. Your hair is messy, and you blink up at him.

“‘Morning.” You mumble. You sniff, then cough. “Sorry. I’m not–” You cough again, and Xavier quickly moves you to the couch. 

“Sleep.” He murmurs, pulling up the covers. “Rest. Have you taken meds?”

You shake your head, resting your head on the pillow you left on the couch. “No. Got lazy.”

He makes a noise, nodding. You shut your eyes, too tired, too weak to even say anything else. 

Then you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder, Xavier’s voice urging to wake.

“Just a minute, dear. You need to take meds, then I promise, I'll let you sleep for however long you want.” His voice is soft, gentle as he pulls you out of your sleep. 

You whine, but you sit up. Xavier’s hands rest on your back, and he fluffs up pillows behind you, before handing you a pill and a glass of water. 

After you take the pill and chug the glass, you make a face. “Ugh.” 

Xavier chuckles, “There you go, my dear. You can go back to sleep now.”

You nod, and settle back into the covers. Before you fall asleep, Xavier moves to return the glass, but you grab his arm, either out of sleep or out of your sick haze, and mumble. “Stay.” 

His eyes soften, and he puts the glass back down, taking a seat on the chair he had brought. “Okay.” 

You smile, hand still on his arms. Xavier gently removes your hand, and intertwines it in his. His voice is soft, gentle as he lulls you back to sleep. “I’ll be here when you wake up and feel better. Mhm?” He presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“Mmhm.” You let out a cough, delirious and very much still with a headache, as Xavier’s hand firmly holds yours, you drift back into dreamland.

⋆｡°✩ CALEB ⋆｡°✩

That– This man. Woke up that morning and felt off. 

I swear. I’m not kidding. 

Like, he woke up, got this weird, not good feeling in his stomach, and immediately called you.

It’s a good thing he did, because you were halfway in the middle of getting up from bed, only for you to wobble in place and collapse back onto your covers, deciding that you should just maybe lie down in bed and wait for death. 

Your phone buzzes, and you check the caller ID. Caleb. You cough, and pick it up. 

“Pips?” He’s already concerned. Does this man have a sixth sense just for you or what? 

“Hi, Caleb.” You wince at the sound of your voice. Hoarse, raspy, an easy way to tell of your runny nose and the pounding in your head. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m dying.” 

Caleb huffs out a laugh, but you can hear him shuffling around. You hear the jingle of his keys and you cough again. “I’m sick.”

“I can hear that.” There’s a pause, and you hear the slamming of a car door. “I’ll be there in five, kay?” 

“M’hmm. Can you stay on the phone?” You pull up your covers to your face, muffling your voice. You hear Caleb make a sound of agreement. “Of course, Pips.”

You fell asleep in the short time he rushed over to your apartment, so what greeted Caleb is a silent apartment. He opens the door with the spare key you had given him before, and heads up to your bedroom. 

There you are, on your bed, a frown on your face even as you sleep. 

Caleb lets out a soft sigh of relief, and looks around. 

An empty glass of water, a bottle of meds. Okay he hopes you took the tablet, but he’ll just ask you when you wake up. Instead, he’ll go make you something warm to help you.

You wake up to the smell of soup, and your mouth waters. It's the right timing as well, as Caleb opens the door with the bowl in his hands. He looks at you, “You’re awake.” He smiles and puts the bowl on your bedside table. “I was just gonna wake you.”

“The soup woke me up.” You manage a smile, before coughing. “Ow.” 

“Okay.” Caleb laughs a bit, then sits on the side of the bed, bowl of soup in hand. “Say ahh.”

“I hate this.” You mumble a few minutes later, coughing and sneezing your guts out. 

“I know, babe.”

“I look terrible.” 

Caleb grins. “Nah. You’re adorable, pipsqueak.”

You groan, but you don’t say anything else, opting to just snuggle deeper into your covers. You hear Caleb hum, and you peek at him. He smiles, “This reminds me of when we were younger. I’d take care of you the same way whenever you caught a cold.”

You let out a raspy giggle, remembering those moments in the past. “Yeah. You failed the first time. Spilled the soup on my bed and all.” 

Caleb laughs softly, “Hey! At Least I’m better now, right? Haven’t spilled a drop!”

“You improved.” You chuckle. “You’ve always been my caretaker.” You mumble, your eyes now feeling heavy. Caleb hums, and you feel him kiss your forehead before you drift off. “And I’ll always be, Pips. I love you.”

“Mmmm, love you…”

Caleb smiles.

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pathetic yearners...... i want yearning......

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A Strange Man In the Ruins of Enkanomiya . . .

[📃] Enkanomiya is a strange place to explore yet fascinating. But what else is more fascinating and strange, is the Abyss Herald that you always see hanging around the Library.  [🖇️] Enjou (head in hands, this is a past i want to get rid of.) [🖋️] old 2023 fic.... dark times... dark times....

The books that Enkanomiya have in their library ruins were fascinating. They speak of a city long lost after its downfall. 

Lost relics, Ruins to explore and a language you couldn’t understand...

You were excited. Grateful to the traveler, in fact, to bring you along as they go through Enkanomiya once again to gather more treasures. You had separated a while after, you heading off to the libraries, the traveler and a few others heading to different directions to explore. 

Of course, you each agreed to meet up in the same place you separated, leaving tracks to help you find your way back, as well as a kamera to picture the paths you take.

So here you are, finding your way through the ruins the traveler mentioned leading to a library of more books from Enkanomiya’s past.

They did warn you about something that might appear there, but in your eagerness to go, you forgot about what it was. 

“Was it a mob?“ You mumbled to yourself as you try to remember what the traveler has warned you about. “Maybe an Abyss creature?“ 

As you near the library though, all thoughts are thrown out the window and you excitedly run to the library entrance.

...Only to be greeted by a person.

You tilt your head, "Hello?" You call out.

The person — a man — looks over, glasses tilting off his face and eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh? A person? Here? That isn't the traveler?"

He says, closing the book in his hands and placing it back on the bookshelf. "Nice to Meet you! I'm Enjou."

You hesitate nearing him, a small little inkling in your head telling you to turn back but...

You reach out a hand.

You say your name with a small, hesitant smile. “Nice to meet you...Enjou." You take his hand. 

Had you known what you were getting into, you would have instead turned and left, ignoring the open hand and headed somewhere else.

---

Enjou is a strange man.

Could you even call him a man, though? Perhaps a strange being, then.

Even the simplest things you would know as a person, he seems to not know, but the secrets of Enkanomiya, he would ramble on about for hours. And, well, you find it...cute.

The simplest things of Enkanomiya, the man would brighten up, and as you listen, a small, fond smile grows on your lips. 

Oh dear, it seems like you’ve caught feelings for this strange man.

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i have five docs open this is crazy shyt

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im gonna be a whore the moment i get my hands on kpop demon hunters movie

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i churn out one fic everyday oml i look like a maniac if i post everyday

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⋆｡°✩ Constellation Discovered ⋆｡°✩

CARETAKER . . .!

⋆｡°✩ ;; Zayne, Sylus ⋆｡°✩ ;; The hunter had gotten sick, luckily, your loving boyfriend is always there to make sure you feel better. ⋆｡°✩ ;; MC is dramatic. Because I’m dramatic. I hate colds, I hate flu’s, I hate coughing, I hate lying in bed and ultimately bedrotting in sweat, bro.

⋆｡°✩ ZAYNE ⋆｡°✩

No goodmorning text. At least, not a reply from his goodmorning text. And that in itself is already strange. 

Zayne stares at his phone for a while, staring at that ‘delivered’ on the screen. It takes a while, but he decides to stop by before he heads to Akso Hospital. Just to check on you.

What answers him is silence. 

He calls out your name cautiously, closing the door behind him as he assesses the living room. It’s dark, the only light being the sun that peeks out from the blinds of the windows. “Are you alright?”

Zayne’s lips form into a line, worry beginning to build in his chest.

Then he hears a sound from upstairs– your bedroom. 

It's a muffled cough, followed by a groan and the sound of you blowing your nose. 

“Ah.” Zayne quickly heads up, and knocks on your door. There’s silence for a moment, before he hears you, voice raspy and hoarse, “Come in.”  

The knob clicks, and Zyne steps in your bedroom. Your room is generally… the same. Except for the mountain of tissues next to the lump on your bed where the source of sniffles and dry coughs came from. He heads to you, and you can feel your bed dip, followed by a cold hand on your forehead. 

You whine, “Zayne.” 

“Mhm?” He looks over your desk, spotting an empty cup of water and an unopened pack of tissue. 

“I’m dyinggggg.” You complain, eyes bleary as you cough. That gets you a chuckle masked by a soft sigh. 

“You’re not, my love.” 

Shifting on the bed, you pull up the covers to below your chin. You jut out your lips, sniffling. “I am… I can’t even get out of bed.“ You sigh. “Im dyingggg.”  

Zayne reaches out to you, and you can see the slight furrow in his brows when he frowns. His hand cups your cheek. You lean into his touch, but it's only for a moment before he pulls away. A whine of protest leaves your lips but he quickly shushes you with a kiss to your temple. “You’ll be fine, [name]. It’s just a cold.”

“It's my death.” You mumble. 

Zayne shakes his head. “Have you taken medication yet?”

You shake your head. “No.” You sneeze, and let out a small apology, before sneezing again. “Mm, I see.” The bed moves as he gets up. “I’ll be back, okay? It’ll just take a while.”

You pout, but nevertheless nods. “Okay.” 

He’s back in ten minutes, with additional things on the tray. 

“My love.” You groan at the interruption of sleep, but you move out of the covers. Zayne is sitting on bed, a cup in one hand and a medication bottle in the other. You make a face, “... no pills?” You mumble, eyeing the syrup. The taste is already settling in your mouth, and you haven’t even taken it yet. 

“None. You seem to have run out.” Zayne pours the syrupy medicine on the spoon. Your face twists. “Blegh.” 

Your boyfriend moves the spoon towards you and you wince. “[Name].” Zayne raises a brow.

“Eeeehhhh….” 

You groan, but Zayne stares at you long enough to make you relent.

You chug the glass of water he hands to you, gagging when you finish.

“I hate being sick.”

“You’ll be alright in a few days.”

"And your work?" A smile tugs on his lips. Despite you being sick, you still manage to worry about him. "I Called in late. I'll leave in a bit, but I'll be checking up on you throughout the day. Kay?"

"Kay." You cough. “I’m dying.”

“You’re not.”

“Zayne, Write in my will that you get all my plushies. Or maybe Tara. Yeah you should write in Tara’s name.”

“My Love.”

You sniffle, and snuggle back into your covers. Zayne has an exasperated smile, and he tucks you in.

“... Zayne.”

“Hm?”

“Love you.”

“I love you too.”

You smile. Then you cough. Then you groan. 

Zayne chuckles, “Go rest, my love.”

You nod, and shut your eyes, a smile on your face. Despite the snot, the constant coughing, you feel a bit better now that Zayne’s here.

⋆｡°✩ SYLUS ⋆｡°✩

The silence from you is telling. 

Sylus is a patient man. He is. Really. (He isn't). He managed two hours of silence from you, (lies, he managed one) before he called you. 

“Kitten.” His voice rumbles through the phone speaker. “Are you too busy fighting wanderers that you forgot to call me? You do know how I adore hearing your voice before I begin my mornings.”

You can hear the concern behind the teasing tone, and If you were anything but sick, you would’ve flushed at his words and probably said something along the lines of “God, you’re so cringy, Sy.”, but you could barely say anything other than a raspy: “Sorry.” 

That gets his attention.

“Sweetie? Are you alright?” What answers him is a cough, and you letting out a small wet laugh. “No. Can you– sorry Sy, but can you,” You sniff, “Can you come over? I feel like shit. And everything hurts.” 

“Already on my way, sweets.” Sylus isn’t exactly lying. The moment he heard your raspy voice, he was already on his way to his garage. 

You hear his motorcycle rumble, and Sylus assures you with a soft voice. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Okay.” 

The call ends, and you snuggle back into your covers.

Everything hurts, you decide the moment you open your eyes again. Your head hurts from all the blowing of your nose you did, you feel so lethargic, and god, you just want to shut your eyes and pass away.

It's a good thing that the sight of your loving, worried boyfriend kneeled in front of you is what greets you, instead of the sight of your empty room full of tissue. The worry is evident in his face, in the small furrow of his brows to the twitch of a frown on his lips. 

You smile. “Hi.”

“Hey, sweetie.” He reaches a hand to touch your forehead, frowning. “Mm, you feel hot.”

“Thanks.” You mutter. “Should I tone it down, or what?”

That gets a chuckle, and a gentle pinch to your cheek. You let out a small ‘ow!’ glaring at Sylus. It’s not like it hurts, but you grumble under your breath. Your complaints were silenced by a dry cough that absolutely wrecks your throat. You groan, and reach over for the tissues, too sick and too tired to think about how much of a mess you are.

“Have you taken your meds?” He ignores your glare, instead standing up to look around your room. You nod, eyes flickering over to the meds on your nightstand.

“Mhm.” Red eyes peer at you, and he pulls your covers up.

“Water?”

“Finished it earlier.” 

“Food?” 

You make a small noise of annoyance at all the questions, but you still manage to answer, mumbling your words as sleep begins to take over. “Didn’t eat.”

“Alright then. Rest, kitten. Let me take care of you.”

Those words nearly make you cry but you instead sniffle, and nod. Sylus smiles at you, kisses your forehead and heads to your kitchen.

“I got you soup, and additional medications.” Sylus tells you a good two hours later. He makes sure you are sitting up, putting pillows behind you to make sure you are comfortable. You eye the soup on the tray, and then him. 

“Where’d you get that?” Sylus sits on a chair he had brought in sometime while you were asleep, and he takes a spoonful of the soup. He blows on it, before reaching it over to you. “I got the twins to get it.”

You furrow your brows. “Just for this?”

“You’re sick. I’m here to take care of you and make sure you get better, so yes,” He makes you eat. “I made them get this soup just for you.” 

Your eyes soften, and you nod. “Okay.” Warmth washes over you, and not from the fever but from the affection you feel for the man in front of you.

“Thank you.” You mumble right after the soup was at least half finished and the meds were in your system. 

Sylus smiles, and kisses your sweat-ridden forehead. “Always, sweetie.” 

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[ahnaiee]

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[ahnaiee]

did u kiss the brick b4 u threw it or nah

Imagine being Caleb's non-mc significant other. part3

Imagine the way Caleb stopped sleeping in beds. It was too soft. Too still. Too big. He found himself on floor, against the walls or sometimes on an old couch with springs that dug into his spine. He stopped drawing the curtains. He didn't want the dark anymore neither did he want the light either. He just wanted nothing. In the morning, if he could still call them that, he would sat on the kitchen floor with a cold cup of something he never finished. And sometimes he talked to no one in particular. Just words, soft and broken coming out of his mouth. "I'm sorry." He would say. "I'm so so sorry." Because that is all he had left now, words that didn't matter, and time he couldn't spend with you.

Imagine the way he became cold. Not cruel.. just quiet in a way that people get when they're trying not to fall apart. Caleb started turning his mirrors around. He didn't like what he saw. Not just the tired eyes or the cracked lips, or the weight loss. But the look in his face that said. 'I did this. I let this happen.' He barely spoke unless he had to. He only smiled when it made other people feel better. He kept your name locked behind his teeth because every time he said it out loud, it made you more real. More gone.

Imagine the apartment was gone. It was reduced into nothing but ash but in his mind, it was still full. Full of your scent, full of your laugh echoing down the hallway, your humming from the kitchen even though you thought he wasn't listening. In his mind, your sweater was still draped over the back of a chair. Your silly collections on top of the cabinet still lies in there. Everything was still there... in memory. But memory is cruel. It doesn't keep him warm.

Imagine he would stood where the front door used to be. He imagined you fumbling with your keys, holding your phone in the other hand. He imagined your tired smile after a long day. He imagined that final moment, the second before the blast. Alone. Scared. Thinking he had chosen someone else over you. The way he dropped on his knees on that sidewalk, screaming for your name like it would matter. Like you might hear it somehow. Like it would rewind the clock. But the world just kept going. Cars passed. People talked. A dog barked. And Caleb sat there in the rain. With the colorless world buzzing around him, trying to figure out how to keep breathing when the very reason for it had been turned to ash.

Imagine there was no funeral. Not one he could attend, anyway. He stood from a distance, dressed in clothes that no longer fit him the same. And when they lowered you into the ground, the only thing he could think was, You had died thinking he didn't choose you. And that thought became his prison.

Imagine the grief didn't sit quietly with Caleb. It screamed, it bled into every bit of his bones, carved into his muscles and made a home in his throat. People tried. Pips, MC tried. A few old friends. They sent messages, knocked on doors, left food, sat beside him without speaking. But none of it reached him. He wasn't there. Not anymore. He had gone down with the fire. Caleb wasn't angry at the people who did it, not really. It is just that it would require energy. Hope and maybe even vengeance. But all he had was this heavy, dead weight where his heart used to be. They said grief is a process. Not for him.

Imagine his grief was not a wound that was forgotten over and healed with time. His was a decision. A stone. Something he placed at the bottom of his soul and built his new life around. Grief wasn't leaving. It was him now.

Imagine years passed. Seasons changed. The world kept turning, as it always does. He went back to work, trained new recruits, took missions. He comes back, breathed and slept when he could. Ate, when he remembered. He functioned but he wasn't living. He moved like a man underwater, everything muffled, slow, cold. He visited your grave once a year. Same day, same hour, same flowers, same path. Every year he stood in front of your name and imagined what could have been. How you would have aged, how your voice might have changed, how many more hours he could have memorized your face if only he had stayed.

Imagine the way his hands do not shake in missions. He wasn't reckless, he doesn't want to die, not really. But he didn't care if he did. MC noticed. She didn't say anything for a long time, but she saw it in his face. The way he didn't duck as fast, the way his reflexes were dulled, like he was living underwater. Like pain didn't scare him anymore. Like consequences were someone else problem. And then one night he finally told her without warning.

"They died thinking I chose you." MC’s breath hitched. "They didn't know." He wanted to cry, really. But at the same time, he doesn't know how. "About the threat. I told them it was you… I didn’t explain. I didn’t stay. I thought I was saving them." He looked at his hands and flexed them like he couldn't remember how they were supposed to feel. "They died thinking I left them again." MC cried for him. And he didn't.

Imagine Caleb, he never fell in love again. He didn't even try. Women smiled. Men lingered. But Caleb never reached back. He never leaned in. He never looked too long. He did not have anything left to give. Everything that once lived inside him, the laughter, the gentleness, the clumsy warmth. All of it had been burned away. People asked him once in passing if he was seeing anyone.

"No." He replied. "I don't think I can love again." It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't sad. It was just true. You were it, you were the love story. The first chapter, the middle, the end. And now, there were no more pages to turn.

Imagine Caleb was never the same again. He stopped talking about you but you were in everything. The way he tied his boots. The songs he skipped. The movies he couldn't watch. The way he smiled politely at joy but never let it all the way in. He kept you close, but hidden like a secret he didn't want to heal from. And maybe that's how love lives, when the person is gone. Not in photos or keepsakes, or places but in the habits you never unlearn. In the pain you don't ask to be free from.

Imagine Caleb did not believe in happy endings anymore. He believed in you. In that movie night. In your trembling voice. In the way you held his hand even when it hurt. In your laugh when you were tired. In your humming in the kitchen. In the way you looked at him like he wasn't broken. That was what he carried. That, and the weight of everything unsaid. There was no healing for him. No sudden realization that life must go on. Caleb never truly returned. Because you were the return point. You were the home he was always trying to get back to. And the moment you were gone, the map disappeared.

Imagine he never moved on. He never wanted to. Because in the end, Caleb accepted that you would never come back and that he would never be whole again. But he also accepted that it was worth it. That loving you, even for a moment, had been enough even if it killed him slowly. Even if it burned everything else away. Even if he died with that love, quiet and buried and unspoken, still holding your name in the dark. Because you were the only one and he would carry you always. In grief. In silence. In peace.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: i never thought expanding my vocabulary after the grammar police would lead me quite poetic. So wtf.

: i finish this tonight, I'll have the rest of the boys queued so XD don't come after me. *peace out*

[ahnaiee]

 — MORNING SPAR

reposted from old blog!! not proofread nor edited since then.

A fighting maniac. 

That’s your first impression of CHILDE. And as time goes on, this doesn’t change. 

Every time you see him, the man always asks for a spar. Of course, being a fighter as well, how could you refuse? And so it became a weekly event that both you and CHILDE would meet up anywhere in Liyue for a spar every morning. 

The more you meet up, the more your own guards against each other lower, and soon, you find yourself in quite a predicament, with your weapon stuck on the ground right next to his face, and you sitting over him. 

You grin at him, “Give up?” 

 “Not quite.” 

He grabs your arm and twists you so that you're now lying under him. Your back meets the ground and you let out a loud hiss at the contact. 

Your eyes meet his dark blue ones, and he grins as he tightens his hold on your hands above your head. “Well? Giving up?”

You look around for an open spot only to come up blank. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes. “Fine, I concede. You win.”

CHILDE lets out a laugh and leans forward, leaving barely any space between you two.  “Well, then, where’s my congratulatory kiss?” 

You scoff. “Alright, fine, you big baby.” You laugh and close the distance between you two.

Morning spars always end with a kiss, after all.