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[everywherestrs]

you flirt back for the first time:

sylus

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

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

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

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

bonus:

… sylus.exe has crashed.

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

zayne

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

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

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

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

bonus:

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

caleb

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

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

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

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

bonus:

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

xavier

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

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

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

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

bonus:

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

rafayel

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

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

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

bonus:

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

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

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HOLDING THEIR NEWBORN BABY- The Love And DeepSpace Men

featuring ( in order ): xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb genre: fluff fluff a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i wish i can physically see what i imagined when i wrote this like imagine see how their face softens up seeing their little ones for the very first time .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. anyways i hope this was alright and enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

xavier stands quietly beside you, watching the nurses tend your baby. he pays close attention to their movement, how they support the baby’s tiny head and how gently they hold him close. he takes mental note for when it’s his turn.

“do you want me to get you anything?” he asks softly, his fingers gently laced with yours. before you could answer, one of the nurses spoke up.

“ma’am, would you like to hold him again?”

xavier shoots her a brief, annoyed glance as if she interrupted something important. but the moment he sees you nod and reach out for your newborn, his expression softens. the nurse helps guide the baby back into your arms and you cradle him close, your heart feeling full.

“look, xavier,” you whisper, your eyes soften as you look at the tiny face nestled in the crook of your arm. “he looks just like you.”

he leans in, his eyes searching for the baby’s peaceful features. “how do you know?” he whispers back, a smile tugging at his lips. “he hasn’t opened his eyes yet. he might have your eyes.”

“he’s sleeping just like you,” you say with a soft laugh. “here. hold him. see for yourself.”

xavier hesitates only for a second, then carefully slides one hand beneath your arm to support the baby’s head and neck. his other hand gently steadies the baby’s back and bottom. once he’s sure he has a good hold, he cradles him close.

he gazes down at the tiny face, the baby’s little fists curled against his chest. his gaze softens, he can see how he looks just like him. maybe it’s the shape of his nose, or the curve of his mouth. or maybe it’s just the feeling settling in his chest of a little version of him running around in your shared home. but something tells him, yes, maybe he does look like him. and hopefully he has your features too.

welcome home, little prince.

Zayne:

the nurses carefully tend your baby girl as zayne stays right by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair from your forehead.

“you did a good job,” he whispers, his other hand intertwining with yours. “do you want me to get you anything?”

before you can respond, one of the nurses speaks up softly, catching both of your attention. “alright, she’s all ready for you both. would you both like to see her again?”

you both gaze at your daughter who was sleeping peacefully, her tiny face barely peeking out from the blanket. the nurse glances at zayne with a warm smile in her eyes. “dr. zayne, would you like to hold her?”

he looks at you first, hesitant. “Is that alright?” he asks, one brow raised.

you nod. “I’ve already held her. she deserves to meet her father too.” you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. zayne gives you a small, grateful smile before stepping forward. he takes a moment to sanitize his hands before carefully sliding one beneath the baby’s head and neck, the other supporting her back and bottom.

as he takes her into his arms, there is a warmth that spreads through his chest as he looks down at her tiny features. maybe her evol must be melting her papa’s heart. he quietly chuckles, he sounds ridiculous. maybe that's what it's like being a father now. he thinks but he doesn't mind.

her breathing is calm and her eyes are closed peacefully as she sleeps. she’s healthy and she’s here and zayne couldn’t ask for more.

zayne gazes at her and wonders how can something so small be so adorable. how can someone he just met feel like the center of his whole world?

“welcome home,” he whispers, drawing her closer to his chest. his little girl has become a blessing he didn’t know he had been waiting for.

Rafayel:

tears stream down rafayel’s face as aunt talia gently cleans and wraps the baby up in a soft blanket. he sits beside you, his fingers gently intertwined with yours. his chest felt heavy.

he had just watched the love of his life bring your child into the world. that first, piercing cry, still echoes in his ears, a sound that means your baby has arrived. he was now present with you both. and when he saw the way you cradled your child for the first time, something deep shifted within him.

“rafayel,” your voice breaks through the haze of his thoughts. he looks at you, blinking back his tears. “I think our little glub glub wants to see you,” you offer him a soft, tired smile.

his breath hitches as he reaches. he lifts the baby into his arms with utmost care. “w-wow..” his lip quivers, his eyes glistening as he rocks the baby. his heart feels impossibly full. he had always loved you beyond reach but this felt different.

the ancient lemurian tales had always said there could be on true love and you had always been that for him. but this was family. this was the beginning of a future he thought was beyond his reach. and now that it’s here, he couldn’t imagine his life without it.

“hey, my little glubs,” he whispers as he sways gently. “when you grow up, I’m gonna teach you how to swim. we'll go diving together and we’ll collect all the best sea shells for mommy. and then..” he softly rambles sweet promises into the baby’s ears. promises that one day will become memories.

Sylus:

as the nurses clean your baby and gently wrap her in soft blankets, Sylus checks on you first. his hands instinctively find yours, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. “how do you feel?”

you glance at him, then toward the nurses across the room. your lips part, but the words don’t come. instead, you shrug. nothing you say could possibly capture how overwhelmed, exhausted, and hungry you were.

once the nurses finish tending to the baby, one of them approaches with a warm smile and carefully places the small bundle into your arms. she’s fast asleep, her breathing shallow and steady. she was so tiny, you could barely feel her weight. you stare down at her, in awe, before looking up at Sylus. “would you like to hold her?” you whisper.

his eyes widened slightly, flicking between you and the baby. he didn’t want to separate her in your arms just yet and he was a little worried his luck might make her cry the moment he held her. “are you sure?”

you nod, carefully shifting the baby into his waiting arms. his movements are careful, cupping the back of her head the way the nurses showed him earlier. the other support her back and bottom, cradling her gently.

for a moment, he simply holds her without a word, taking her small form in. a quiet chuckle escapes him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. she’s small. smaller than anything his hands have ever held. these hands that were made for survival and now they cradle something impossibly delicate and precious.

“she’s..beautiful,” he murmurs, crimson eyes lifting to meet yours. the baby stirs softly in his arms, a faint coo escaping her lips. her eyes, crimson just like his, flutter open.

“hello, my little dove,” he whispers, rocking her gently back and forth. as if by instinct, her tiny hand stretches, fingers curling and grasping at the air. he lowers one of his own, letting a single finger of his hover closely to her. she finds it and latches on, her tiny fingers attempting to wrap around his in a fragile grip.

a quiet laugh rumbles from his chest. she didn’t cry and that made his heart swell. he glances at you again, then down at her. “looks like you already have me wrapped around your fingers too”

Caleb:

“gentle, gentle,” you murmur as you carefully place your newborn who was bundled snugly in the hospital blankets into his arms.

he holds the baby close, his breath catching as he gazes down at the little baby cradled against his chest. caleb swallows hard, a lump rising in his throat. he’s speechless. the baby is so small that his whole body could fit in caleb’s two hands with room to spare.

“hey there, little guy..” he whispers, his voice trembling. his eyes glisten as he rocks his son gently, a smile tugging at his lips despite the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. however, the baby answers with a loud cry, but caleb doesn’t flinch. instead, he lets out a quiet, breathless laugh, a tear slipping down his cheek as he holds the baby closer.

“aww, don’t cry,” he murmurs, voice cracking with a choked chuckle. “you miss your momma already?” his eyes flicker to you.

“well,” he whispers, as the baby begins to quiet in his arms. he tilts his head playfully, reminding him of all the times he used to miss you even if you were only a few feet away. “I guess you and I already have something in common.”

as he lets you rest, he stays close with you and the baby. he makes a quiet promise to you both, one that he’ll carry for the rest of his life. that he’ll be the kind of father his children can always count on and the kind of husband who never lets you forget how deeply you’re loved. with you by his side, he truly believes he can be all of that and so much more.

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Imagine being Caleb's non-mc significant other.

Imagine having a good night, everything was perfect, a good night out with your boyfriend. With the two of you spending the weekend after he came back from his mission. You have been waiting for a month now. He was quite the busy person, but it was alright. You knew he loves you very much.

"I have to go." Or so you thought, looking away from the big cinematic screen into your lover. "Why? Did they call you up for a mission?" You spoke quietly, trying not to disturb other people. "It's MC." Oh. "Caleb..." "I know, I'm sorry honey. But something came up and pips need me."

Imagine being numb for a moment, he was staring at you, looking for some sort of confirmation. But you were conflicted. You knew who MC was in his life, that was his best friend, that was his childhood friend, like a little sister to him. Of course you understand were he was coming from, two of them were basically each other anchor for a very long time. At the same time, "Caleb, this is the only time we have together. Can't that wait after the movie?" You asked gently.

Imagine you tried to understand. Really, you tried to understand over and over again. "Please Caleb, just after the movie. Can't we have this moment?" Just us? You want to add but kept your mouth shut. This always happened, and everytime you understand. But just this once, just this once, you are asking for his time to be sole yours, even just for an hour.

Imagine the way you watch him look away, look down into his phone then into his watch. It felt like he was running out of time. "Caleb..." You took a hold of his hand. He held it back, "..please." "what was that?" "Please don't make me chose between you and her." You swore you felt hour heart stop.

Imagine before you could even think, your mouth opens. "Why, because you'll choose her?" It wasn't even a question. Because deep down, you already knew the answer. Before he could even answer, you let go of his hand and and look back from the screen. "It's alright. You should go."

"I'm sorry." You heard him whisper but you did not look at him nor spare a glance. "I'll be right back as soon as I can." Taking a hold of your hand for a moment and giving it a squeeze, he stood up and kiss the crown of your head that you pretended not to care. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Imagine the rest of the movie was a blur, whether it was the heavy feeling on your chest, or the silent tears that was rolling in your cheeks. None the less you felt done, so done. He did not even answer, but his actions tells everything that is needed to be said.

Imagine arriving at your door in the middle of the night, going through your bag as you look for your keys and just as you find them, your phone rang, the name of the caller flashing as your lover. Heh, lover? Can you even call him that? You don't know anymore.

Imagine just staring at the call, then once again, the screen went black. You just look away and press in the key into your door. And you twist and open it, you heard your phone rang once again. But as you push the door open, all you were greeted by a rush of burning flame and a loud boom. Just like that, everything went black.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: part ²? What's that? It is what it is. Hahahehe.

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𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 | LADS + their sanrio counterparts

warnings: born from me assigning them sanrio characters closest to their personality/signature animals, silly fluff

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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Video Games with Sylus

Minecraft/ Farming Games

- Sylus would be incredibly resourceful, and have dozens of organized chests full of useful items. He knows exactly what each item does and where to find it.

“I’m building us a stronghold, sweetie.”

“Give me your sword, sweetie. I have unbreaking III.”

- He appreciates the touches you add to the base. Without your help, it wouldn’t be as homey.

“I like the flowers, kitten.”

“Kitten, come help me. Your bunny’s on top of my chest.”

Competitive/First Person Shooters

- Sylus usually play the strategist roles, lurking around corners, setting up tripwires and bombs to ambush the enemy. However, he’ll occasionally do the exact opposite, running straight into danger to take down the entire team in one go.

- He also always has the money to buy the weapons you request.

“Go to A, I’ll flank them, kitten.”

“You’ve got it. I’m right behind you.”

He doesn’t rage loudly, but sometimes you’ll catch him grumbling or swearing under his breath the moment an enemy kills you. That’s when he really locks in.

“Now they’re just asking to die.”

Mario/ Platformer Games

- He never takes off without you, and is always in close proximity. If you’re stuck in an area or on a puzzle, he’ll patiently wait, offering a hand only if you want it. If there’s a power up that he knows you like, he won’t touch it, silently waiting for you to get it first.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Racing games/ GTA

- Sylus has the nicest, most expensive car in the game. It’s sleek, elegant and smooth. He’s so good at driving that crashing is almost impossible.

- In GTA, he’s living a life almost identical to his in the N109 zone. He’s the guy everyone goes to, but knows not to mess with. He owns every weapon, and the largest mansion in the entire server, but he has the most fun when he’s playing you.

“Kitten, you can’t just park your car in the middle of the road.”

“It’s okay. I’ll buy a new one.” (After you accidentally crash his car).

[everywherestrs]

Grabbing you by the scruff of your collar rn bc when tf were yall gonna mention that zayne is a GAMER???

He OWNS a NINTENDO SWITCH?????

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Girl dad Xavier headcanons ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Girldad!xavier who gets your daughter ready for ballet every afternoon twisting her ash colored hair into a little bun.. helping her pick out which leotard she’s gonna wear and helping her put on her leg warmers with little bunny’s embroidered at the top.

Girldad!xavier who is always asked if he wishes he had a son, he always shakes his head why would he trade ballet slippers for a sword.

Girldad!xavier who makes sure to learn every part of his daughters routine so they can practice at home together.

Girldad!xavier who instead of “walking” to ballet class twinkle toes to class

“ little princess should we twinkle toe to class?” He says excitedly looking at his little twin next to him.

“YA papa twinkle toes!!” She says back grinning from ear the ear

The both of them hand and hand walk on there tip toes, Xavier every now and then doing a little twirl.

Girldad!xavier who when he gets back home and puts his daughter to bed, brags to you about how advanced she is in class and how she must’ve inherited your skill to easily pick up new things.

Girldad!xavier who has a bouquet special ordered white roses and a little bunny plushie in the middle to give to his daughter after her recital.

Girl!dadxavier who holds mini recitals in the living room where you watch and he and your daughter twirl around to music.

Girl!dadxavier who wouldn’t change a thing if he always ended up back here with you and his babygirl.

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — FIRST “I LOVE YOU”

ZAYNE

You don’t even remember what they said when they called your name.

Something about courage. About leadership. About the recent mission and how it “wouldn’t have succeeded without your tactical intuition.” The applause was loud, the flash of the holo-cameras brighter than it needed to be. You smiled. You shook hands. You took the crystal-etched plaque from the Director with practiced grace.

But the only thing you really remember is looking toward the crowd and finding him.

Zayne, standing near the back — like he always does. Not trying to be seen, not demanding attention. Just watching you with that steady look of his. Calm. Quiet. Proud.

When you finally get off the stage, people swarm you. Congratulating you. Slapping your back. Toasting to you. It blurs into a dizzy, golden haze.

But when you turn around, he’s already there.

“You looked incredibly awkward up there,” Zayne says, folding his arms, mouth twitching in that almost-smile he pretends not to have.

You laugh. “Thanks. I was going for ‘confident and composed.’”

“Mm. Landed somewhere between ‘deer in headlights’ and ‘trying not to pass out.’ Still — impressive.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart’s pounding — not from nerves anymore, but from him. From the way he’s here, quietly orbiting your world like he always does. Constant. Solid. Yours, even if the words haven’t been said yet.

You hold up the plaque between you. “They gave me this. Probably to keep me from blowing up another hallway during recon.”

He quirks a brow. “You’ve only blown up one hallway. That’s below average.”

You laugh again — a little breathless this time. And then you really look at him.

He’s in that dark jacket he saves for formal events, sleeves rolled just enough to still be himself. His hair is slightly mussed, like he got here in a rush and didn’t bother fixing it. But his eyes — they’re steady. Warm.

And suddenly, the weight of the night hits you. The missions. The near-misses. The days you weren’t sure you’d make it home. The nights you did, and he was always there. Even if he never said much, even if he never needed to.

You reach for his hand — the one still at his side — and curl your fingers around his.

“Zayne.”

He tilts his head, just slightly. “Hmm?”

“I love you.”

It’s soft. Real. No fanfare, no ceremony. Just you, saying the one thing that’s been stuck in your chest since long before tonight.

Zayne’s breath catches — so small, you almost miss it. His hand tightens around yours.

He doesn’t speak right away. Just searches your face like he’s committing every inch of it to memory.

“I was wondering when you’d say it,” he says finally, voice low, a touch raspy.

Your heart skips. “You knew?”

“I had a guess,” he says, dry. “But I’m a doctor. I wait for confirmation before drawing conclusions.”

You laugh — full this time, warmth rising through your ribs. “You’re impossible.”

He steps in closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I love you too,” he says, steady as stone. “Always have. Even before I figured out what to do with it.”

You breathe out shakily, letting your forehead rest lightly against his.

“I’m glad it’s you,” you whisper. “That you’re here.”

He exhales — slow, grounding. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

XAVIER

You don’t remember running. Just the sound of the collapsing metal above you, the warning sirens blaring, the flicker of Xavier’s hand grabbing yours and not letting go.

The dust is still settling around you, the transport’s back hatch sealed, the hum of hyperspeed kicking in just behind your ribs.

You’re alive. Barely.

Your lungs burn. Your legs shake. And you can’t seem to stop gripping Xavier’s arm like if you let go, the whole world might fall apart again.

He’s sitting across from you, equally disheveled — hair mussed, clothes scorched in places, a smear of black across his cheekbone. He’s blinking hard, like he’s trying to believe it too. That you both made it.

Then he meets your eyes. And everything inside you cracks wide open.

“I love you.”

You don’t mean to say it. Not like this. Not with adrenaline still screaming through your veins and the taste of smoke in your mouth. But the words tumble out anyway, desperate and trembling and real.

Xavier goes very still.

His eyes go wide, and for a second, you swear he stops breathing.

“I—uh—what?”

You let out a shaky laugh. “I said I love you.”

He blinks. Again. Slowly. Like the words are still echoing around his head and he’s trying to make sense of them.

“You just almost died,” he says, his voice somewhere between disbelief and panic. “We both almost died. You’re in shock. You’re—are you concussed?”

You reach out and touch his wrist, grounding both of you. “I’m not. I meant it.”

He looks at you like you’ve just handed him a live wire and asked him to hold it still. He opens his mouth. Closes it again.

Then, softly: “You love me?”

You nod. “I know I said it at the worst possible time, but it’s been sitting in my chest for weeks and I couldn’t—I didn’t want to wait anymore. Not after… that.”

He exhales. Quiet. A little stunned.

His eyes flick down, like he’s trying to hide the smile threatening the corner of his mouth — as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with it. “You love me,” he says again, like he’s testing the words out in the air. “You. Love me.”

He shifts, rubs the back of his neck, then lets out a breathy, awkward laugh. “God, I… I had this whole plan. For when I told you. It involved music. Candles. Charts.”

“Charts?” you echo, laughing despite yourself.

“I panicked, okay? I like structure,” he mutters, eyes darting anywhere but at you.

You reach out and cup his cheek, thumb brushing that smudge of dirt like it’s something sacred.

“You don’t need charts. Just tell me how you feel.”

He leans into your touch. Swallows once.

“I love you,” he says, like it’s the most terrifying, incredible thing he’s ever admitted. “You scare the hell out of me in the best possible way.”

Your breath catches.

He lets out another laugh — softer now. “I was going to wait for the perfect moment. But if today taught me anything, it’s that waiting is overrated.”

You both fall quiet then, the tension of the mission slowly unraveling between the warmth of your palms, the beat of your shared breath.

You survived.

You said it.

He said it back

RAFAYEL

You don’t plan to say it.

It’s one of those things that lives in the back of your throat for days, maybe weeks—simmering just under the surface. But then he does something small and completely ridiculous: he tries to carry three canvases at once while holding a half-eaten croissant between his teeth, muttering about “creative vision” like the disaster he is.

And you love him. So much it hurts.

He doesn’t notice you watching him from the doorway until he drops one canvas, catches it mid-fall with a flourish, and turns to you like he meant to perform the whole mess.

“Did you see that?” he says, puffing out his chest like a cat that just knocked over an antique vase and wants praise for the sound it made.

You raise an eyebrow. “You almost decapitated yourself with a paintbrush.”

He gasps, placing a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “How dare you. That was an elegant recovery. Graceful. Artistic, even.”

You bite your lip. Smile. Shake your head. And then you say it.

“I love you.”

The room stills.

Rafayel stops mid-stride, croissant still in hand, but now hanging uselessly by his side like he’s forgotten what it is.

His expression flickers through at least four emotions: surprise, awe, terror, and something dangerously close to tenderness. Then—

“Oh no,” he says, deadly serious. “No, no, no. You don’t get to just drop that on me like it’s nothing. I’m wearing my studio clothes. I’m not emotionally moisturized. My defenses are down.”

You blink. “I—what?”

“I had crumbs on my mouth,” he says dramatically, pointing to his lips. “Crumbs! That’s the first time you say it? When I look like a tragic, starving artist cliché?!”

He paces. Actually paces.

“I should’ve been leaning on a balcony,” he continues. “Maybe holding a rose. There should’ve been music. A sunset. Something cinematic!”

You just laugh.

“I mean it,” you say again, stepping toward him, heart in your throat. “Rafayel. I love you.”

He stops pacing.

And then — so softly you almost miss it — he says, “Say it one more time. Please.”

You do. You say it like it’s truth carved into stone. “I love you.”

He exhales. Slowly. Like your words knocked the air out of him and he's only just relearning how to breathe.

Then he tosses the croissant onto a table like it’s offended him and closes the space between you in two long steps. His hands cradle your face — warm, stained faintly with paint, trembling just slightly.

“You really mean it,” he murmurs, voice lower now. Raw.

“I do.”

He lets out a laugh that’s almost a sob. “Oh, you absolute menace. You realize I’m never going to be normal about this again, right? I’m going to be unbearable.”

You grin. “You already are.”

Rafayel grins back, something shining bright behind his eyes, and leans in until his lips brush yours.

“Good,” he whispers. “Then we’re perfectly matched.”

And when he kisses you, it’s every bit the drama he was begging for. Like the world’s ending. Like he’s waited lifetimes to earn the words you finally gave him.

SYLUS

The lights are low, casting a warm golden wash across the apartment. The city glows outside the window, stars blurring into neon — distant, quiet, irrelevant.

Inside, everything feels still.

Sylus leans back against the couch, legs stretched out, wine glass dangling lazily from his fingers. There’s a record playing softly in the background — something slow and smoky, a little old-fashioned. Fitting.

You’re curled up beside him, your feet tucked under his thigh, a half-empty bowl of popcorn between you. The movie playing is long forgotten. He’s watching you instead.

“You’re not paying attention,” you murmur, nudging him with your elbow.

He smirks without shame. “Why would I? I’ve got something far more interesting right here.”

You roll your eyes — but your heart skips, just like it always does when he looks at you like that. Like you’re the only thing in the world worth noticing.

“You’re impossible,” you say, smiling despite yourself.

“And yet you keep inviting me over. Strange.” He tilts his head, cocky and amused. “Maybe you’re the problem.”

You toss a kernel at his chest. He catches it midair — of course he does — and pops it into his mouth, smug as ever.

But then you fall quiet. The kind of silence that settles only when you feel safe. Known. Home.

Sylus must sense the shift, because he turns toward you more fully. “Kitten,” he says, softer now. “You okay?”

You nod, eyes on your lap. Then, without looking up, you speak.

“I love you.”

The words hang in the air. Gentle. Vulnerable. No grand theatrics. Just the truth, spoken like a heartbeat — small, steady, alive.

For once, Sylus doesn’t have a quip ready.

You look up, and his usual smirk has gone soft around the edges — like he’s not entirely sure he heard you right, or maybe like he did and it caught him off guard anyway.

“Oh?” he says after a beat, voice low, teasing — but his eyes say something else. Something tender. Wrecked, even.

You raise an eyebrow. “Don’t start.”

He chuckles, and now the smirk returns — but it’s slower this time. Less about being smug and more about holding something sacred in his hands.

“I knew you did,” he says. “You’ve been looking at me like that for weeks.”

You laugh, half shy, half exasperated. “You knew?”

“I always know,” he says, leaning in closer, voice dropping to that husky whisper that always undoes you. “But hearing it… that’s something else.”

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing beneath your eye like he’s memorizing you in this moment. “Say it again.”

You breathe out, eyes never leaving his. “I love you.”

He kisses you then — not rough or rushed, not teasing. Just slow, deep, reverent. The kind of kiss that says, I’ve wanted this forever.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and his voice is nothing but truth.

“I love you too,” he says, confident and sure. “I’ve been in love with you from the moment I first gazed upon you.”

You close your eyes, overwhelmed by how soft he is beneath all that sharpness. How lucky you are to be the one who gets to see it.

“Guess we’re both the problem,” you whisper

CALEB

Caleb’s lying on the floor, one leg propped up on the couch, surrounded by snack wrappers and a half-finished board game he insisted you two “absolutely had to master tonight.”

He’s telling some ridiculous story — something about a mission that ended with him accidentally setting off a glitter bomb in a debrief room. He’s laughing as he tells it, hands flying, eyes bright. You’ve heard him talk like this a hundred times, maybe more.

But something’s different tonight.

Maybe it’s the way he looked when he first walked in, face flushed from the cold, hoodie pulled over his messy hair. Maybe it’s the way his voice softened when he asked if you’d been sleeping enough, if you’d eaten. Maybe it’s the quiet underneath his laughter — like part of him is always reaching for light, even when it’s heavy.

Whatever it is, it’s sitting in your chest now. Heavy. Full.

You watch him laugh and think: I love you.

And then, before you can second-guess it, you say it out loud.

“I love you.”

The words drop into the room like a held breath finally released.

Caleb stops mid-sentence. He doesn’t freeze dramatically — doesn’t make a joke, or tease, or wiggle his eyebrows the way he usually does when you catch him off guard.

He just blinks up at you, surprised but... soft.

“You do?” he asks, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it.

You nod. “I didn’t mean to blurt it out. It just… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

He sits up, slow. Not panicked. Just careful. Like he’s holding something fragile in his hands.

“You know,” he says, with a little smile, “I always thought if this moment happened, I’d turn it into a bit. Say something cheesy, maybe faint for dramatic effect.”

You laugh under your breath. “You still can.”

“Mm… nah,” he murmurs. “Not this time.”

He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. His grin has faded into something deeper — the kind of expression he rarely lets anyone see. Not loud. Not showy. Just real.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while,” he says. “But I didn’t want to say it first. Not because I didn’t mean it — I do — but because I thought if you didn’t feel the same, it’d… ruin everything.”

Your breath catches.

“I love you too,” he says, and it’s not flashy or dramatic. It’s soft and steady and full of feeling. “So much it makes everything else feel kind of ridiculous.”

He laughs then — not because it’s funny, but because he doesn’t know what else to do with the weight of how much he means it.

You crawl over, sitting beside him on the floor, and he leans into your side immediately. Warm. Familiar. His fingers brush yours and stay.

“Hey,” he says, nudging you with his shoulder. “Wanna do something crazy?”

You glance at him, amused. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs. “Just thought I’d ask. But now that I’ve got you all flustered, I can say this instead—”

He turns to face you fully, eyes bright and earnest.

“Thank you,” he says. “For loving me first. That means more than I know how to say.”

You squeeze his hand. “You don’t have to. I already know.”

And somehow, sitting there in the mess of the evening, with half-eaten chips and game pieces between you, it feels like the most romantic thing in the world.

[everywherestrs]

Hi my loveee🥰 I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing something where reader/mc does the fake backshots thing to lads men, if that makes sense? Like you go up behind him and bend them over and pretend to give ‘backshots.’ Other than that, I love your work and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

I can sure try!

WHAM!

You asked Rafayel to pick up the paper that fell to the floor as soon as he bent over…WHAM! He jumped up quickly mushing your face. His arms were over his chest as he glared at you. He was beet red and embarrassed.

“What is wrong with you?” He whispered making you laugh.

“I love you?” It was more of a question than a statement.

He doesn’t answer just walks away from you but his eyes don’t leave your figure. He was scared you would attack him again. Before fully disappearing he gives you a ‘I’m watching you’ hand signal.

He was cleaning the counter when you did it. He was shocked and teleported behind you. You were stunned at his fast movements as he blankly stared at you. He returned the favor of course! What did you expect from Xavier?

“How do you like it?” He teases as you wiggle in his grip.

“Xavier!” You playfully hit his hip a few times. He laughs nearly making both of you fall to the floor.

“You started it.” He laughs as you both play fight each other.

Caleb is all for it! You snuck up behind him as he was mid workout and gave it to him. He played along after his confusion washed away. He even fake moans which causing you to fall out laughing.

“Give it to me!” He moaned through his laughter. You burst out laughing because you weren’t expecting it.

“What? You humped yourself dry?” He teases as he hovers over you who’s uncontrollably laughing.

“Caleb stop I’ll pee!” You wheeze holding a hand in his face. He smirks and nods before going back to his workout.

Sylus is all for joking around and he’ll even play along. You saw him taking a break after boxing and decided to pull a little prank. He bent over to grab his water from the floor when you tried to get him from behind. You had to jump a little due to his height which made it funnier.

“Is there a reason you’re clinging to me like a baby koala?” He deadpanned as he stands up straight causing you to hand off of him.

“Well now I look stupid.” You state making him smirk. He switches you both around lacing your hand in his.

“How’s this?” He teases. Your body becomes hot as you glare at him, “Not funny.” You pout as he smiles at you.

“I’m just reciprocating the love.” He hugs you from behind making you melt into his touch. “Yeah whatever.” You reply.

Now you know he’s shy! Why do you insist on doing this to him? He immediately stiffens when you do it, all he was trying to do was reach for some paperwork. He slowly turns to you his eyes slightly wider. You awkwardly smile at him.

“Why are you acting like a rabbit in heat?” He questions you in his regular tone.

“I wanted to see your reaction.” You smile innocently. He blinks at you before standing up.

“It’s surely a…reaction.” You tilt your head at him before letting him sit back down. His neck and ears bright red making you giggle.

“I couldn’t resist.” You tease kissing his cheek. He hums softly before getting back to his paperwork.

I surely tried my best! Trying to get through these last few requests because my week is busy and who knows when I’ll be free again 😩

[everywherestrs]

I didn't think that the one who'll get first solo fic from mr would be Sylus... Well, he was the one who got me to play the game even if he didn't end up as my first main.

Also, in previous post I said I had one more idea to write, but this is not the one. I was planning to write another mini fic for all 5 boys, but then this idea with a vampire reader came up and I thought it would be faster to write this one.

Your blood tastes (d)wine

Sylus x Vampire!Reader, no smut, but ig suggestive, WC: 1.6K

Outside, the thunder flared up again. Almost the entire week, the skies were covered with dark clouds, not letting a single ray of light through. Maybe in another situation, you would have been tense or felt melancholic because of the weather. But the thing is, if it were another situation.

You were sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace, pressing your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You tried to not move, thereby looking like a statue bathed in the flames of the fireplace before you.

You were trying to completely shut yourself off from the outside world but couldn't stop feeling it. Hunger.

This week, fate seemed to have cursed you with bad luck. Your stock of blood bags at your home and his base had run out. How? You don’t even know yourself, but probably the reason lies in the fact that you had begun to dart back and forth between those two places more often. So probably when you saw the number of bags in the fridge getting smaller and smaller, you thought you still had a supply in the other place.

Alright, the stock ran out — you could just replenish it. It’s not that simple. A large-scale attack by wanderers happened recently, and unfortunately, by the end of their clearing, many injured were found. As you can already guess, the hospitals were overflowing with them. The fact that the blood was needed for others, in addition to this, you probably wouldn’t be able to get it in a legal way in such an environment. You always replenished your supply when the situation was quiet, and always, coming to the hospital, hiding behind the fact that you worked in the association. You used to come up with excuses like: we have an important mission coming up, and in case something happens, the local medics could do a transfusion on site.

Now that wouldn’t work since among the casualties there was quite a large number of hunters, which forced the association to suspend large missions and focus on restoring strength.

And now you ended up here. With a parched throat and pain in your stomach screaming at you to fill it with fresh blood.

While you were sitting in place, the sound of the door opening made you return to your senses. The only one who could enter here without knocking could be only him.

You straightened up and put your feet on the floor while the footsteps were getting closer.

First, you felt lips on the top of your head, and then you heard his greeting.

—What a lovely night to see you, sweetie. But I thought I’ll be seeing you more… in an unconscious state. Is there a reason why you're still not in bed?

He placed his hand on your shoulder and you gathered all the strength you had left not to turn your head in that direction. But even so, your smelling senses were able to catch the scent of blood on his hand. Under his skin.

Remembering that he asked a question, you quickly came up with an appropriate answer.

—Didn’t feel like it… But now, actually, I think I’ll go to bed.

You added the last part a bit later. Realizing that now that he was here, it was better for you to run somewhere far away from this temptation.

When you got up from the chair and were already heading to the bed, you were stopped by someone taking one of your wrists in their hand.

—Now, now, no need to run away.

Turning to face him, you saw with your own eyes how he brought your hand up and left a gentle kiss there.

—You could keep me company for a tasting of this wine that I got. The man who gifted me it said that it tastes divine.

And really, when he said that, you saw how red mist, appearing from who knows where, placed a bottle of wine on the table between the two chairs.

You shifted your gaze between the bottle and Sylus’s moving figure. Soon he brought two glasses and placed them on the table.

While he got busy opening the cork of the bottle, your mind was overflowing with reasons to refuse him. Yes, it had been a while since you spent time together when neither of you had to rush anywhere, but now wasn’t the best time for drinking alcohol when at almost any moment you could jump at him without even fully realizing it.

You already opened your mouth to say something when the rim of the glass already filled with wine was pressed to your lips.

—After you,—Sylus said with a smirk on his face.

So the two of you stood like that for several seconds, unmoving, looking into each other’s eyes. The first to give in was you, and wrapping your fingers around his hand holding the stem of the glass, you took a big sip of the red liquid hoping that at least it would somewhat quell your hunger.

You didn’t even have time to swallow when the glass was taken from your face and instead someone else’s lips were already on yours.

Sylus pressed his lips to yours and you understood what he wanted. You just had to relax a little and open your mouth when another’s tongue joined yours. Because of this, you couldn’t hold back a gasp from the force with which he began to explore your mouth.

At first, you thought that maybe he wanted to “taste” the wine, this wasn’t the first time you shared drinks this way. But slowly his tongue began to rise until it touched one of your fangs and—

Your eyes, which you hadn’t even realized you closed, flew open and you placed both hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he only draped his hand around your waist and pulled you so close that there was no space left between your bodies.

You mumbled a protest against his lips, but he only swallowed it with his own. You couldn’t move from the spot, so you had no choice but to just stand there while another red liquid slid down your throat.

When he finally pulled away, you again noticed how your eyes had closed themselves, and upon opening them your vision was blurry, but he didn't move far away from you so his face was so close to yours that you could still see the blood on his lips.

Sylus, looking at your face, chuckled.

—I like this face more than the one you had when I walked in.

The relief of finally quenching your hunger, even if partly, made you feel dazed so the only thing you could do was look at him. And it seemed that he didn't mind.

—When I just entered the room, you were curled up like a ball in that chair and when I finally saw your face, you were so pale,—He ran his thumb between your eyebrows,—Your eyebrows were furrowed and pain was clearly visible in your eyes.

In the end, he placed his hand on your cheek and you absent-mindedly began to nuzzle in it.

—Of course, I already knew about your situation, but imagining and seeing how you looked turned out to be completely different things.

When you started to come to your senses a little, you finally realized what he meant. He already knew that you needed blood.

—But now I'm more curious to know why you didn't come to me when you found out you don't have any bags left? I could've got you some… or feeded you myself.

Of course he asked that question just when you could finally give a proper answer.

You pressed your lips together and could feel how several drops of blood remained on them. The first you didn’t want to because you definitely didn’t want to drink blood without knowing whether it had been taken willingly… or another way. As for the second…

You wanted to avert your gaze when he lowered his hand to grip your chin with two fingers and lift your face, making you look at him again.

—Kitten, you know that I’m more than happy to provide you with anything need and I won't think of you as something bad if you’ll ask me for my blood. Even more, I’d let you drink every last drop from my body if you’d like.

You tried to hide your whimper from being fully exposed.

—Now, I'd like for you to promise me that if a similar situation happens you’ll come straight to me without trying to hide it from me like a kitten which broke something from playing and now tries to run away from punishment.

—I promise…—You quietly said.

—Good.

When you thought he would let you go, you weren’t ready for suddenly falling forward. You didn’t even have time to brace yourself before you found yourself sitting right on Sylus’s lap.

He twirled the glass in his hand watching how the remaining liquid swished in it.

—All the important matters have been resolved and now we can continue with tasting… plus I don't think that so little blood could fully satisfy you.

If not for the sound from the fireplace behind you, you were sure the way you swallowed would have been heard. The way he looked directly at you made you realize that he truly was upset that you hadn’t come to him for help and that there was only one way to make him forgive you.

He just raised the glass into the air but you already knew what to do, so you leaned toward it and took a second sip.

Art credit to galllisto

[everywherestrs]

Clumsy

Love and Deepspace boys x reader

Words (for all): 2.1k

This was requested:

What would all the love interests' reactions be to a clumsy MC who easily gets injured from the simplest things?

I decided to write a small passage about how would they be, with what they might say, and then a small story to follow-up.

I hope that I did the boys justice and that I got a good sense of who they are and how they would act in that situation. 

English is not my first language

Masterlist

Zayne would pick up on your clumsiness right away, though he’d do his best not to make a big deal out of it. A raised eyebrow, a subtle smirk, maybe a dry remark would usually follow. And if it is something more serious, his doctor mode would be immediately activated. No sugarcoating, no false reassurances. Every word, every action would be centered on your well-being as someone who would do everything possible to help you heal.

 “Very impressive. I didn’t know tripping over thin air was a skill. Should I just start bubble-wrapping you now?”

“Perhaps you should slow down. I can't keep patching you up every time you lose a fight with a doorframe.”

“Careful, or I will think the only reason you are with me is for my medical knowledge.”

“Tell me exactly what is wrong.”

“Are you alright?”

“It was just a little fall….”

“Just a little fall? Maybe try watching where you are going next time.”

It happened during a late-night walk back from the restaurant. You were chatting about something when your foot caught the edge of a curb you hadn’t seen. One second you were upright, the next you were stumbling forward, arms flailing for balance.

Zayne didn’t lunge or panic. He simply reacted, his movements fluid and instinctive. His hand shot out to catch your elbow, as though he’d done it a hundred times before. Without a hint of surprise, he helped you regain your balance.

“I see that gravity is still winning with you” he said in his usual dry tone.

You groaned, brushing off your jacket, embarrassed.

 “I’m fine. Totally fine.”

Zayne didn’t buy it. He gave you a quick once-over, his sharp gaze scanning you thoroughly. His fingers grazed your wrist, the touch careful, to ensure you won’t walk away before he was sure you were fully alright.

“You twisted anything?” he asked, his voice lower now, more concerned.

“No, really, I’m good.”  you said quickly, offering a small smile.

His eyes didn’t leave you. “Nothing hurting? Be honest.”

“No. I promise I’m good.”  you repeated, hoping to ease the worry you saw in his eyes beneath the surface of his calm exterior.

 “Good.” A beat. Then, with a sigh and shake off his head, he added, “Please stop trying to pick a fight with the sidewalk.”

Still, his hand wrapped around yours, just to be certain you will manage to stay unscraped. At least for now.  An unspoken promise woven into that simple touch. You knew that even if you did stumble, even if you ended up with the most absurd, self-inflicted injury, he’d be there, and he’d patch you up, every single time.

Sylus would probably tease you about it—affectionately, just the way things always were between you two. He’d be quick to help you up or check if you were hurt. Whenever you tripped over nothing or spilled a drink on yourself, he’d be right there instantly. His teasing would always carry real concern, no matter how casual he sounded. Over time, Sylus would start keeping an even closer eye on you (as if he weren’t already…) 

“I swear, if you hurt yourself again, I’m putting you in a padded suit. Maybe I should have one custom-made for you.”

“Here we go again… Keep this up, and I’m assigning you a personal bodyguard — namely me.”

“It’s quite extraordinary how you manage to hurt yourself so easily, sweetie. You like to keep me on my toes, don’t you?”

“Honestly, how do you even manage to injure yourself on thin air, kitten? You're going to give me gray hair.”

“You already have gray hair.”

“Come on, sweetie, don’t be like that. You do want my help, don’t you?”

You’d agreed to do some boxing with Sylus. The moment you put on the gloves, you felt a rush of adrenaline. Excited, maybe a bit overconfident, you started making your way toward the ring like you knew exactly what you were doing.

And then you tripped.

You heard Sylus chuckle behind you.

“We haven’t even started, and you’re already down, kitten.”

But before you could deliver a proper comeback, Sylus was already at your side. The teasing in his voice melted away as he crouched next to you, his hand on your arm as he gently helped you sit up.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, eyes scanning your face, your knees, your hands. Everywhere you might’ve scraped or bruised. “Are you hurt, sweetie?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

 He raised an eyebrow.

 “Sure? Not too injured to throw a few punches at me?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

 “You wish.”

Sylus smiled, standing up and offering his hand again.

 “Come on then. Let’s see if you can stay on your feet this time.”

You took it, and as he pulled you up with tenderness, you had a feeling that even if you tripped ten more times, Sylus would be right there. Every single time. It felt like, no matter how often you stumbled or fell, Sylus would be there, ready to catch you and steady you with all-encompassing care.

After being by your side for so long, Caleb barely even blinked anymore. His reactions had become second nature. One arm would shoot out to steady you before you ever hit the ground, already guiding you back to your feet. Or he would just use his evol for that. Before you could even laugh it off or mumble an apology, he was already checking you over. And once he was sure you were okay that nothing was bruised, he’d flash you that familiar smile. Then came the teasing—some light joke, maybe a story from your childhood when you’d tripped over your own feet chasing after him, just to make you laugh and remind you that you’ve always had him there to catch you.

“You’d think, after all this time, you’d stop tripping over thin air.”

“At least you didn’t trip over your own feet this time. Progress.”

 “Honestly, we should just get you a helmet. Maybe the pink one, like you used to have?”

“You’ve been tripping over your own feet since childhood. Some things never change, huh, Pipsqueak?”

You sat curled up with a book in Caleb's apartment in Skyhaven. Just as you turned a page, a sudden, sharp sting made you flinch, the paper’s edge slicing through your finger. 

“Ouch!” you muttered under your breath, inspecting the small cut. How typical of you, to get hurt while doing something as peaceful as reading.

Before you could even think about finding something to wrap it up, Caleb appeared, crouching down beside you and handing you a tissue. 

“It’s just a paper cut, Caleb. It’s not a big deal.”

“A paper cut? Pfft.  We can’t have that. Let me handle this.”

He stood up with a dramatic sigh and dashed off.

Less than a minute later, he was back, holding up a small, brightly colored bandage box. He opened it and pulled out a bandage, and that’s when you noticed it—the exact type you used to insist on using when you were a child. They were cartoon bandages, with animals, the same ones you begged for every time you scraped your knee as a kid.

You chuckled. “You seriously have these?”

Caleb grinned, already working to bandage your finger. “Of course. When I saw them, I thought of you immediately. No way I’m letting you suffer without the proper gear.”

“Do you remember the time I insisted on wearing them even after I scraped my elbow just a little? I must have looked ridiculous walking around like that.”

Caleb let out a low laugh. “Oh, I remember. You wore them for days, even though your elbow wasn’t hurting anymore. And then you tried to convince everyone you were tough because you had the bandage on for so long.”

You rolled your eyes at the memory. “I was very dedicated to my toughness,”

With the bandage secured, Caleb patted your hand gently. “There. Now you’re all patched up, just like old times.”

You laughed, banking in the familiarity of Caleb's teasing and the small moments that made everything feel like home, regardless of where you were.

After every fall, bump, or accidental spill, Rafayel’s first reaction would be a perfectly teasing comment. If the situation seemed even slightly serious, all that playfulness disappeared in a heartbeat.  He’d spiral into dramatic panic in an instant—equal parts worry and flair—yet still be right there at your side, checking you over with remarkable tenderness beneath the theatrics.

“You know, walking is a pretty basic function. Want me to give you lessons, cutie?”

“If you were trying to turn falling into an art form, I think you’ve mastered it.”

 “Any lasting damage, or just your pride this time?”

“I didn’t realize that bodyguards could be that clumsy. Should I hire someone else?”

It was a calm afternoon in Rafayel's studio.

You reached out for a nearby can of paint, hoping to add a splash of color to a small project of your own. But your elbow betrayed you, nudging an unopened can beside it. Before you could catch it, the can tipped over, and in an attempt to save it, your hand hit the can just enough to redirect it… straight onto the floor.

The bright purple paint splattered everywhere, the content spilling across the floor and right onto a half-painted canvas. 

“Ouch,” you winced as you felt a slight sting in your forearm. 

“Are you okay?” Rafayel rushed over immediately.

You blinked, taking a second to process what had just happened. Your arm hurt a little from the unexpected movement, but nothing too serious. “I’m fine, just a little surprise, that’s all.”

“You're sure?” His eyes watched you with worry, his attention now divided between you and the mess.

“Yeah, all good,” you reassured him.

Rafayel sighed, though he couldn't completely hide the relief on his face.

“Well, this is quite the spectacle,” he teased. “A perfect example of how your love for art is… explosive.”

You laughed awkwardly. “Sorry about the canvas,” you muttered, feeling bad for ruining his work. “I didn’t mean to—”

He waved it off. “Nah, no need to apologize. This is truly beautiful,” he exclaimed, gazing at the purple lines that had now covered the canvas. “It’s a perfect expression of the chaos and beauty that you are.”

It was one of the things that drew you to him. His ability to see the whole picture, to embrace imperfection without judgment. To embrace you exactly as you were.

Xavier would tease you about your clumsiness, but it would never come from a cruel place.  He'd never make it obvious, but over time, you'd notice how he was always just a little bit closer than necessary. As you walked, he'd casually shift his position, putting himself between you and any potential obstacles. His movements would be so seamless you might not even notice how often he seemed to anticipate your next misstep, subtly steering you away from harm without making it a big deal.

“You’re lucky, I make a great human safety net.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I always do.”

“I swear, it’s like I’m training for a rescue mission every time we go anywhere.”

“Let’s nap, hopefully you won’t get injured during that.”

The silence of your apartment shattered with a loud thud followed by a sharp, “Ow—dammit!”

You winced, gripping your shin where the corner of the coffee table had introduced itself violently. Your laptop had clattered to the floor, screen thankfully intact, but your dignity… less so.

You strained to pick it up when, without warning, the door burst open.

“Are you alright?”

You froze, blinking in disbelief, as Xavier stepped inside.

“Xav?” you said, still processing. “How—?”

“I heard the noise. The crash. You.” His eyes scanned you slowly. “You're hurt.”

“It's nothing,” you said quickly, feeling more self-conscious than injured. “Just my pride. The table and I had a disagreement.”

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he crouched down beside you. “I’m not just going to stand by if you’re hurt. Let me see.”

You hesitated but relented. He gently lifted the fabric of your pant leg, inspecting the bruise forming on your shin.

“You’ll live,” he said after a moment, offering a small smile. “But you should ice it. And maybe move the table.”

You laughed, and he finally did too. His voice dropped, more thoughtful now. “Still. I’m glad I was nearby.”

“Thanks for checking on me,” you said.

He looked at you, serious again. “Always.”

And you knew he meant it. Not just as a passing phrase, but as a promise. One that would hold true, no matter what came next.

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Hii I was wondering you could do a headcanon about reader having cuteness aggression with them (lads li)? But like the aggression is real for example squeezing his cheeks very hard? Thank you if you decide to write it! ^^

ahoy, thank you for requesting! tbh whenever they do or say smth cute i just wanna. bite. them thru the screen. the cuteness aggression is real. hope you enjoy!

pairings: xavier x reader || zayne x reader || rafayel x reader || sylus x reader || caleb x reader

contents: cuteness aggression, fluff, domestic || wc.1002

— XAVIER

action: squeeze his cheeks! → consequence: a confused hunter!

Your cuteness aggression would hit when Xavier is quietly enjoying his own company. It would result in a confused Xavier letting you do as you please. At most, he'd return what you do to him.

Walking into the apartment, you saw Xavier lounging on the couch with a comic book in his hand. He looked so focused on what seemed to be an intense fight scene—eyebrows furrowed and lips in a cute pout. Agh! He looked so cute!

You grabbed his cheeks and squeezed them, resulting in a surprised Xavier.

Eyes wide and lips puckered in your hand, he asked, "why'd you do that?" He wasn't mad, just genuinely confused.

"You looked so cute, and I couldn't help myself. I just had to, y'know." You gave his cheeks another good squeeze.

Xavier chuckled, softly squeezing your cheeks in return.

— ZAYNE

action: mess with his face! → consequence: a doctor's teasing threat!

With Zayne, your cuteness aggression would hit when he was out of what you were used to seeing him in—off work and feeling relaxed in his own home. The aftermath of the episodes would be him putting you in your place!

With two hot chocolate mugs in hand, you soon returned to the living room, finding the TV set on a movie, the lights dimmed down, and Zayne huddled under a blanket. He looked so adorable right now, patiently waiting for you to join him.

Though the way he looked was doing things to you, and you had to do something about it!

Setting the mugs down, you stalked up to Zayne with purpose, catching Zayne's attention. "Oh, you're back—" He started though the rest of his words got muffled.

You grabbed his face with one hand, shaking it right and left before your hands messed with his face and mushed his cheeks together.

"What's gotten into you?" He asked once he easily caught your wrists. He was used to your antics.

"You looked so adorable, and I couldn't handle it."

"Is that so?" He chuckled softly. "If you don't behave, I'll show you how surgeons tie knots."

— RAFAYEL

action: bite his hand! → consequence: a pouty artist!

For Rafayel, whenever your cuteness aggression hit, he'd whine about you hurting his delicate skin with your pinches and bites. He'd pout, but he'd secretly enjoy it and the attention that came with it.

The sea breeze made its way into the studio, and Rafayel was sketching away in his sketchbook under the open windows.

Scribbles and scribbles later, Rafayel was finally finished with his sketch. He tore the paper out and made his way to you.

"Look, cutie." He held the sketch high and proud of the results. "What do you think?"

You analyzed his sketch.

Fine lines drawn with precision. Every stroke of his pencil was well-thought-out and placed exactly where it needed to be. It was a masterpiece. As expected from Rafayel.

And Rafayel, oh, Rafayel was looking at you expectantly, eyes peeking from over the paper. He looked so cute and so proud and so ugh—you had to do something about it.

You took one of his hands in yours and brought it close to your face.

"Hm? What is it, cutie—ow!"

You bit on his palm.

Rafayel tried to yank his hand away but that only prompted you to bite harder.

"An artist's hand is delicate, you know." He pouted.

You released his hand. "Thank you for the delicious art, and thank you for the delicious meal. Both are ten out of ten!"

Rafayel rolled his eyes playfully. "As it should be."

— SYLUS

action: bite his cheek! → consequence: a retaliation bite from the leader of Onychinus!

Your cuteness aggression attack with Sylus would hit when his attention was elsewhere—on meeting reports or confirming shady deals. It always ended up with Sylus retaliating with an equal reaction to your action.

Sylus sat at one end of his leather couch, a screwdriver in hand and Mephisto in the other. He was tweaking a screw here and a screw there, optimizing Mephisto's hardware for better maneuvering during flights.

You watched him work, and he was looking so deliciously good. Smart and handsome—and, ugh, you just had to bite him.

Getting up from your seat, you quietly walked to where Sylus was and slid next to him. "Explain to me what you're doing, handsome."

Sylus smiled, "curious, I see." He placed the screwdriver down and lowered Mephisto close for you to see. "I loosened the screws on the end feathers of his wings to allow them to tilt more when turning mid-air." He tilted the feathers in example, showing you exactly what he explained. "This grants Mephisto fast turns without losing speed—"

You bit his cheek. Hard.

Sylus paused, staring straight ahead. "Sweetie, would you like to reconsider your actions?"

"Noph." You denied, teeth still clamped on Sylus's cheek.

"Alright." Without another word, Sylus placed Mephisto down. He broke free from your bite and seized you in his arms before you could even think about running away.

You screamed.

Sylus bit your cheeks back.

— CALEB

action: pinch his cheeks! → consequence: a colonel's punishment!

Your cuteness aggression attack with Caleb always ends up with a disaster. A broken vase, dented tables, or even holes in walls. You would drive Caleb nuts if he didn't punish you (playfully) for your actions.

You came back home to find Caleb on the floor tinkering away on some plane prototype. He looked so focused and cute, and you had to mess with him.

Coming from behind him, you threw yourself on his back and pinched his cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Caleb laughed, trying to shake you off of him, but that only resulted in you pinching his cheeks harder. "Hey—woah!"

Crack.

You both fell on the prototype, parts coming loose and breaking off.

"Oops." You smiled apologetically before feeling your body becoming lighter.

Caleb huffed out a laugh, "okay, that's enough. Air jail time!"

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Pearly Tears- Rafayel Short Story

Sum: You and Rafayel get into your first ever argument where you see a new side of him. Genre: light angst with a happy ending, fluff, comfort!

Thank you @anonymousqiyr for the idea!💕

It was stupid really.

This whole argument made no sense, but it was happening nonetheless. You huff as he throws another incredulous argument your way.

"You didn't see the way he was eyeing you cutie, his whole face practically dripped 'fuck me'!" He huffed out. This whole situation was really starting to get on your nerves, as if he had ever given that man space to even try something.

"Raf, you were glued to my side the entire time! Even if that was true, he never got a chance to even do anything!" You felt your frustration hitting a boiling point and decide to step away.

"I cannot talk to you like this, i'm going outside for some air and we'll talk again when we've calmed down." You were on your way of moving to the door when a slight sniffle stopped you dead in your tracks. You turned around locking eyes with him, and to your absolute shock his eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

Your body moved before your brain even realized what was happening and you cupped his cheeks tenderly, wiping away a tear that looked like a pearl in the sunlight. You had never, seen Rafayel cry before, he always hid his emotions behind a bravado facade that sometimes left you grasping at straws, so to say this shocked you would be an understatement.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You whisper, as if afraid any wrong move would send him running like an animal in the wild.

"Please don't leave me." God, his voice, he sounded so fragile, so utterly vulnerable. Immediatly you wrapped him in your arms, locking him in a tight embrace.

"I would never leave you dummy, i just wanted to give us some space to cool off." You murmur, softly stroking his hair while you pat his back softly. He melts into your embrace as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you finally had enough of me and were going to leave me behind." Truly, your heart ached for your boyfriend.

You pull back softly. He resist softly untill you stop to cup his cheeks again and raise his face to make eye contact with you.

"I could never get enough of my beautiful man." You peck his lips softly. He melts into you, capturing you into a breathtaking kiss, holding tightly to you as if afraid you might vanish.

"I love you, you big baby." You coo at him, and he grins softly, forhead touching yours.

"I love you more."

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is there a place i can go?

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

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

mdni.

two days ago.

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

yesterday.

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

today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[everywherestrs]

Your blood tastes (d)wine

Sylus x Vampire!Reader, no smut, but ig suggestive, WC: 1.6K

Outside, the thunder flared up again. Almost the entire week, the skies were covered with dark clouds, not letting a single ray of light through. Maybe in another situation, you would have been tense or felt melancholic because of the weather. But the thing is, if it were another situation.

You were sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace, pressing your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You tried to not move, thereby looking like a statue bathed in the flames of the fireplace before you.

You were trying to completely shut yourself off from the outside world but couldn't stop feeling it. Hunger.

This week, fate seemed to have cursed you with bad luck. Your stock of blood bags at your home and his base had run out. How? You don’t even know yourself, but probably the reason lies in the fact that you had begun to dart back and forth between those two places more often. So probably when you saw the number of bags in the fridge getting smaller and smaller, you thought you still had a supply in the other place.

Alright, the stock ran out — you could just replenish it. It’s not that simple. A large-scale attack by wanderers happened recently, and unfortunately, by the end of their clearing, many injured were found. As you can already guess, the hospitals were overflowing with them. The fact that the blood was needed for others, in addition to this, you probably wouldn’t be able to get it in a legal way in such an environment. You always replenished your supply when the situation was quiet, and always, coming to the hospital, hiding behind the fact that you worked in the association. You used to come up with excuses like: we have an important mission coming up, and in case something happens, the local medics could do a transfusion on site.

Now that wouldn’t work since among the casualties there was quite a large number of hunters, which forced the association to suspend large missions and focus on restoring strength.

And now you ended up here. With a parched throat and pain in your stomach screaming at you to fill it with fresh blood.

While you were sitting in place, the sound of the door opening made you return to your senses. The only one who could enter here without knocking could be only him.

You straightened up and put your feet on the floor while the footsteps were getting closer.

First, you felt lips on the top of your head, and then you heard his greeting.

—What a lovely night to see you, sweetie. But I thought I’ll be seeing you more… in an unconscious state. Is there a reason why you're still not in bed?

He placed his hand on your shoulder and you gathered all the strength you had left not to turn your head in that direction. But even so, your smelling senses were able to catch the scent of blood on his hand. Under his skin.

Remembering that he asked a question, you quickly came up with an appropriate answer.

—Didn’t feel like it… But now, actually, I think I’ll go to bed.

You added the last part a bit later. Realizing that now that he was here, it was better for you to run somewhere far away from this temptation.

When you got up from the chair and were already heading to the bed, you were stopped by someone taking one of your wrists in their hand.

—Now, now, no need to run away.

Turning to face him, you saw with your own eyes how he brought your hand up and left a gentle kiss there.

—You could keep me company for a tasting of this wine that I got. The man who gifted me it said that it tastes divine.

And really, when he said that, you saw how red mist, appearing from who knows where, placed a bottle of wine on the table between the two chairs.

You shifted your gaze between the bottle and Sylus’s moving figure. Soon he brought two glasses and placed them on the table.

While he got busy opening the cork of the bottle, your mind was overflowing with reasons to refuse him. Yes, it had been a while since you spent time together when neither of you had to rush anywhere, but now wasn’t the best time for drinking alcohol when at almost any moment you could jump at him without even fully realizing it.

You already opened your mouth to say something when the rim of the glass already filled with wine was pressed to your lips.

—After you,—Sylus said with a smirk on his face.

So the two of you stood like that for several seconds, unmoving, looking into each other’s eyes. The first to give in was you, and wrapping your fingers around his hand holding the stem of the glass, you took a big sip of the red liquid hoping that at least it would somewhat quell your hunger.

You didn’t even have time to swallow when the glass was taken from your face and instead someone else’s lips were already on yours.

Sylus pressed his lips to yours and you understood what he wanted. You just had to relax a little and open your mouth when another’s tongue joined yours. Because of this, you couldn’t hold back a gasp from the force with which he began to explore your mouth.

At first, you thought that maybe he wanted to “taste” the wine, this wasn’t the first time you shared drinks this way. But slowly his tongue began to rise until it touched one of your fangs and—

Your eyes, which you hadn’t even realized you closed, flew open and you placed both hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he only draped his hand around your waist and pulled you so close that there was no space left between your bodies.

You mumbled a protest against his lips, but he only swallowed it with his own. You couldn’t move from the spot, so you had no choice but to just stand there while another red liquid slid down your throat.

When he finally pulled away, you again noticed how your eyes had closed themselves, and upon opening them your vision was blurry, but he didn't move far away from you so his face was so close to yours that you could still see the blood on his lips.

Sylus, looking at your face, chuckled.

—I like this face more than the one you had when I walked in.

The relief of finally quenching your hunger, even if partly, made you feel dazed so the only thing you could do was look at him. And it seemed that he didn't mind.

—When I just entered the room, you were curled up like a ball in that chair and when I finally saw your face, you were so pale,—He ran his thumb between your eyebrows,—Your eyebrows were furrowed and pain was clearly visible in your eyes.

In the end, he placed his hand on your cheek and you absent-mindedly began to nuzzle in it.

—Of course, I already knew about your situation, but imagining and seeing how you looked turned out to be completely different things.

When you started to come to your senses a little, you finally realized what he meant. He already knew that you needed blood.

—But now I'm more curious to know why you didn't come to me when you found out you don't have any bags left? I could've got you some… or feeded you myself.

Of course he asked that question just when you could finally give a proper answer.

You pressed your lips together and could feel how several drops of blood remained on them. The first you didn’t want to because you definitely didn’t want to drink blood without knowing whether it had been taken willingly… or another way. As for the second…

You wanted to avert your gaze when he lowered his hand to grip your chin with two fingers and lift your face, making you look at him again.

—Kitten, you know that I’m more than happy to provide you with anything need and I won't think of you as something bad if you’ll ask me for my blood. Even more, I’d let you drink every last drop from my body if you’d like.

You tried to hide your whimper from being fully exposed.

—Now, I'd like for you to promise me that if a similar situation happens you’ll come straight to me without trying to hide it from me like a kitten which broke something from playing and now tries to run away from punishment.

—I promise…—You quietly said.

—Good.

When you thought he would let you go, you weren’t ready for suddenly falling forward. You didn’t even have time to brace yourself before you found yourself sitting right on Sylus’s lap.

He twirled the glass in his hand watching how the remaining liquid swished in it.

—All the important matters have been resolved and now we can continue with tasting… plus I don't think that so little blood could fully satisfy you.

If not for the sound from the fireplace behind you, you were sure the way you swallowed would have been heard. The way he looked directly at you made you realize that he truly was upset that you hadn’t come to him for help and that there was only one way to make him forgive you.

He just raised the glass into the air but you already knew what to do, so you leaned toward it and took a second sip.

Art credit to galllisto

[everywherestrs]

୨ৎ ₊˚⊹ Smitten ₊˚⊹ ୨ৎ

Xavier still has some of his qualities as prince of philos..

Still elegant and soft spoken as ever to the public, but goofy and charming around you. His values though have changed drastically not that they were ever really in line with being a prince either way.

He was always taught that once he was of age it was his job to ensure philos had an heir, always hating how that was instilled into him. A baby girl would be just as much of a blessing.

So when the balloon popped and pink confetti scattered everywhere Xavier cried, he cried tears of joy , relief and longing a part of his soul always knew he was meant to be a girl dad. It was written in the stars.

As you and Xavier lay in the hospital bed cuddling the sweet newborn it was safe to say Xavier was smitten.

He was so overprotective of her, hugging her a little tighter as strangers walked by, as if she was a butterfly that could just fly away. sure he wasn't in philos anymore but it was still etched into his dna

as a dad now he couldn't imagine how his father let him be used by the planet, how is father could look at him a perfect mix of love and scream and yell at him. He would never let her suffer the same fate as him, she was the product of two people who loved each other dearly a star especially picked from the night sky.

you stand at the door frame watching Xavier rock your infant to sleep your eyes soften.

“a boy would be the son of philos, but you daisy bloom will always belong to dada and mama” he says softly kissing the soft patch of ash colored hair on her head.

Oh how dearly he loved his sweet girl.

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rafayel's lemurian behavior hc's!!

cw.: NSFW. 1.8k w. raf is mentioned more like a scary sea creature than like a pretty merman, this might have some ooc content for lemurians, mentions of sex, heat, raf has two dicks... ops... mentions of oviposition. not really monsterfucking but i'll tag it just in case.

note: "bloom will you ever shut the fuck up about lemurians? no. no i will not.

He's overprotective. Lemurians, as social as they are around their own species, can be quite territorial when it comes to their mates. Rafayel is all over you as soon as he views something as a threat. Thomas greeting you at an art exhibition? There’s a hand slipping to your waist and he glares at his manager over your shoulder. The poor college student that works at the cafe you two like smiled at you while you ordered your favorite drink? He’s clinging and nuzzling to you with a pout. A stray cat meowed at you for more pets? Oh he might as well pass out.

He showers you with gifts. Rafayel is obsessed with you alright. This is also related to how jelly he can get! Someone hit on you? You wake up with a pretty box with some kind of new jewelry by the door of your apartment. And they’re always one of a kind, too. No one’ll ever wear the same pair of earrings, bracelet, anklet you do, Rafayel commissions it all from the best jewelers he knows.

^ This is a very personal hc but i think that before you entered Rafayel’s life, he lowkey hated the fact his tears turned into pearls for the simple fact it can get messy and it was harder to hide his shame and weakness. After you showed so much interest in them though, Rafayel didn’t bother to kick the shiny pearls under the couch or bed or throw them away. In fact, he starts to collect them in tiny bottles and makes jewelry out of it. His favorite is the anklet he gifted you, a simple silver chain with two tiny pearls as pendants.

He's constantly nuzzling you. Lemurians have amazing senses even out of water and his sense of smell wouldn’t be any different. Rafayel LOVES the way you smell naturally. No cologne, no lotion. Just your skin. If you two are cuddling, he’s 100% with his head buried on your neck while breathing deeply and drowning on the scent. Lemurians are super touchy with their mates so just let him be and he’ll be overjoyed. You can even hear a happy chirp or two escaping him if you pay enough attention.

He insists on dragging you to the ocean. There are two things Rafayel adores– you and soaking underwater. If you agree to spend some quality time with him on the open ocean, he is overjoyed. You’re terrified of deep waters? Don’t worry!! Trust him!! He’ll help you float around, webbed hands always ghosting your waist and lower back to ground and comfort you while he swims under you happily. 

His true form is comically huge. I’m talking about like. 7 feet. He loooooves to wrap himself around you like a snake and keep you close like you’re his personal heater. OR! He floats on his back and lets you lie on top of him like a seal and its baby. You just look so tiny compared to him… he can’t help but want some snuggles.

Still on the anatomy topic, his skin is inhumanely pale. Living in the deep, there isn’t much sunlight nor does he need it so he is naturally very pale. It’s more like… kind of translucent, you can’t see his organs like some fish but you can clearly see his bluish veins. His teeth are super sharp and strong, too. Biologically, it’s for hunting, since it helps with cracking clams and other stuff open. Nowadays? He just torments you with them, of course! I believe Rafayel is a biter. A soft one, but he definitely nips on your skin if he’s upset or wants your attention.

^ Since i mentioned his teeth, it’s also valid to mention his mouth is also huge. It looks normal when he has it closed or when he’s talking but once he yawns, your eyes jump open. A thin membrane, where his cheeks would be, stretches his mouth much further than what would be considered natural and makes his shiny teeth noticeable. If it’s hard to visualize, think of it as the buccal flap some reptiles have!

He gives you his scales. Once, when you two were at the beach, you complimented how they looked under the sunset light, the purples and blues shining against the last bits of natural light beautifully, without much thought. Poor you just didn’t know this is a way of courting in lemurian culture and ohhhhh Rafayel’s brain MELTED. He couldn’t even react, stupid fish just nodded and looked away with a shy pout.

^ After that, he regularly gives you the older scales that shed from his tail. Please keep them all safe somewhere, it makes his stomach flip with joy. 

He hisses. Not at you, never, but you’ve caught his pupils turning into slits and a snake like hiss coming out of his mouth while he’s on the phone with a random collector once or twice now. 

He has a terrible temper during his heat. Lemurians go into heat in early spring, when the waters are slightly warmer, and Rafayel is no exception. The week before the heat actually kicks in, he’s super stressed. He gets petty, gives Thomas an attitude and threatens to burn his whole studio down and then, as soon as you’re by his side, his eyes are already spilling delicate pearls. His skin is hot and sweaty like it usually is during ebb day and all he wants is to soak in his tub or sea.

Which leads to the next topic! Can’t find him in his studio? Call his name at the beach! He’s curled onto his own tail underwater all hot and bothered but he’ll come crawling for you in a second… and drag you with him. Don’t know how to swim? And who said you’re leaving his grasp? Can’t hold your breath? Just kiss him! He just needs you close and it’s not like you can move anyway. His tail wraps around your legs like a predator ready to strike and he is babbling in lemurian while nuzzling on your cheek and chirping.

He courts you! During the week before his heat, his gifts are even more overwhelming. Oh look! He just finished a portrait of you! And here’s a new pair of pearl earrings, please use it. Don’t forget the delicate necklace with his initials. Oh and- you get the point. Underwater though? He will blow bubbles to make you laugh and sing you the sweetest lemurian love songs. You’re already his, he knows that, but his instincts act quicker than what his brain can think right now. It’s cute, really. He acts all confident and pretends he has some self control left in his body just so you can clap and praise him.

Some think lemurians have venom glands, but it is a myth! Lemurian mating is mostly romantic and they are bound to a mate for a lifetime, it’s not just with the intention of reproducing. So, they don’t have the need to hold down or paralyze their mates completely. That doesn’t mean you’re safe from his sharp teeth, though. He can hardly think for himself, have some mercy. Rafayel just needs a trigger to sink his teeth on your shoulder blade. You smell good? Bite. You barely have time to struggle and scold him before he’s already lapping at your bloody skin as an apology.

As for his actual heat, if you really insist, he’ll have sex with you in his studio– doesn’t matter where. But if you don’t mind and trust him, please, please, let him have his way with you in the water. He’s too desperate to breathe the land’s sticky and heavy air. Asks you a million times if you’re actually sure and that he can’t really hold back once you let him touch you. And if you consent? Say goodbye to rational Raf.

Now, i want to mention his anatomy once again to clear a few things up. His tail has a slit where his cock, in his human form, would be. The scales around it are softer, slimy and the slit produces a LOT of slick when he’s aroused. And where are his cocks? Inside, of course! Dooooon’t be shy, finger him for a bit and his cocks will come out in a second, standing tall and proud against his lower stomach.

^ Lemurians have hemipenis. Some animals have double reproductive organs for the sake of their species, if one of them is damaged, there’s still the other one for breeding. Lemurians, on the other hand, have a ‘smaller’ dick that’s more human looking and is used for pleasure and penetrative sex, while the other, found under the first one, is bigger, longer, ridged and it’s exclusively for breeding and burying his eggs inside you.

^ His ‘human’ cock isn’t exactly small, honestly, nothing about Rafayel’s true form is. I’d say it’s close to 7.68 inches (19,5 cm) when fully hard. It’s really pretty too! Just looks like his human form dick, maybe the base is kinda bluish and there are a few soft scales here and there but that’s it. Now, about the other one…it’s big. 12.5 inches (31 cm) okay… don’t worry though. He produces so much slick it won’t hurt much. I wouldn’t say it is pretty, it’s… uncommon! Interesting! But not pretty. It’s tinted in a nice deep blue that gets lighter on the tip and the base is pretty scaly. Not only is it big but it is very thick too. It’s an ovipositor, it has to have enough space for his eggs without squeezing them too much. 

^ Since i mentioned eggs, it’s good to mention that i don’t think they’re big… It does cause some discomfort at first because your womb will consider it as foreign body once they all snug inside you but I don't think it’s enough to cause pain. The shells are squishy, slimy and translucent and they’re the size of a date. Around 3-6 eggs i think… though not all of them are fertilized.

^ And on the fertilized eggs topic, I don't think Rafayel is able to actually impregnate you in this form. Your body just isn’t made to bear eggs and conclude the fertilization process. He does like to try though! And it’s not like his dumbed down brain can process any of this right now. Also, don’t worry, the eggs will come out of you naturally. After a few days without getting any nutrients, they turn into mush inside you and come out of you mixed with your discharge. 

^ That does not mean Rafayel can’t get you pregnant though! If you actually want children, his human form works just fine.

After his heat, which usually lasts a week, he is super clingy. He knows you’re not pregnant and doesn’t need this much doting but he’s just so happy you put up with all his needs. He showers you, lets you rest, kisses any and all bruises and bites he may have left… anything for his bride.

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