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Heyy!! I love your manager reader story so so much and I love what you did with giving the guys horns and tails that only come out when they are comfy (are their horns um.. “sensitive” too)

But I wanted to ask if you could do the same thing with mystery’s tusks he has!!

I just think they r so cute and it would be another suprise for reader just to see him rocking up like a woolly mamoth!! heres photographic persuasion okay ily!!

Demon in Disguise

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦—𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝… 𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐬??? 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐒??? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?! 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k not proof read

You had grown used to seeing their true forms now—and somehow, it made everything feel more real.

Romance would lean his head on your shoulder with his spiral heart-shaped horns peeking through his curls, purring as your fingers traced the ridges. Abby’s thick, wing-like horns flared wide whenever you praised him, his muscular tail curling possessively around your thigh when he pulled you into his lap. Baby’s sleek, curved horns glowed faintly when he nuzzled against you, his arrow-tipped tail twitching happily at the sound of your laugh. And Jinu—Jinu’s dark, crescent horns and smooth tail would shimmer into view the moment you touched his chest or whispered his name.

Even when they weren’t paying attention, their bodies betrayed them—horns peeking through hair, tails flicking out when you so much as smiled. Once, Baby’s tail thumped against the back of the couch like an excited dog just because you walked in wearing his hoodie.

Jinu’s tail had coiled around your ankle like a silken ribbon the night you leaned in to whisper a simple “goodnight” against the shell of his ear—then tugged you back gently, like he hadn’t had enough.

Romance’s tail curled into a soft question mark behind him whenever you gave your attention to someone else, his pout barely hidden. “Am I boring you, sweetheart?” he’d ask with a wounded smile, already pulling you closer, his horns brushing against yours.

And Abby? Abby’s tail had once wrapped around your wrist like a cuff the moment you teased him about going out alone, his gaze dark and unreadable.

They didn’t even seem to notice anymore. Like your presence alone slipped them into something more true.

Like their instincts couldn’t help but surface when you were near.

And yet… there was one person who still hadn’t revealed anything.

Mystery.

That night, the two of you were in the living room. The others were scattered around the penthouse, absorbed in their own little worlds. Abby was in the kitchen slicing fruit, his tail lazily swishing near his calves. Romance was sprawled on the floor, headphones in, scribbling lyrics into a worn notebook. Baby curled up asleep on the rug, soft snores puffing out of him like a cat. And Jinu? Folding laundry down the hallway, humming low, lost in his domestic rhythm.

You were on the couch, sunk into soft cushions. Mystery lay between your legs, head in your lap, arms snug around your waist. His face was buried just beneath your ribs, purring faintly like a pleased predator who had caught his prize. You threaded your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp while your other hand lazily stroked his nape.

“Comfy?” you murmured, brushing your thumb across his temple.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, eyes closed. “Could stay here forever.”

You smiled, playing with a lock of hair that fell across his forehead. “I think you’ve got a bit of competition. The others might fight you for this seat.”

He didn’t answer. Just pressed his cheek harder against your thigh like he was claiming it. His arms flexed slightly around your waist. That was his answer.

Still… something tugged at you.

You glanced toward the others—tails flicking lazily, horns faintly visible as they moved through their routines. All of them had let you see this side of them. Trusted you with it. Their bodies responded instinctively—to your voice, your touch, your scent.

And yet…

Your eyes drifted back down to Mystery, still nestled against you, still cloaked in the calm of his human disguise. There were no horns. No tail. No glimpse of the demonic form you knew existed just beneath the surface. He looked peaceful—perfect, even—but you couldn’t shake the ache in your chest.

“Myst…”

He gave a sleepy hum. “Mmmm?”

You brushed his bangs away from his face, your thumb tracing the slope of his brow. “How come I’ve never seen your horns?” Your voice was quiet, careful. “Or your tail?”

The moment shifted.

You noticed it instantly, felt it in the shift of his breathing. Your chest tightened.

“I mean… it happens with the others,” you continued, gently. “Sometimes without them even trying. Like their bodies are reacting to me. Doesn’t that happen when you’re bonded...?”

Still, no answer.

“Myst?” you said again, barely above a whisper. “Did I… do something wrong?” Your hand stilled against his scalp. “Are you not comfortable with me?”

His purring had faded to silence.

That silence struck harder than expected. It filled the room like a fog, thick and suffocating. You felt it press against your ribs, coil around your breath. Your hand, still resting on his scalp, trembled slightly. You weren’t trying to accuse him. You just—needed to know. Needed to understand.

Maybe you had gone too far. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

You almost pulled away.

But then—Mystery moved.

Slowly, he shifted in your lap, his face turning up toward you, cheek brushing your inner thigh. His eyes met yours.

“No, baby,” he whispered, voice fragile as thread. “No, it’s not like... don’t ever think that.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I’m not hiding because I don’t trust you,” he murmured, lashes fluttering. “I’m hiding because… because I do. And I didn’t want to ruin this. You make me feel so—” he exhaled shakily, looking away for a second before forcing himself back to your gaze, “—wanted. Like I’m something soft. Safe. You touch me like I won’t break you.”

Your heart clenched.

“Myst…” you breathed.

His hand moved—slow and reverent—slipping up to cup the back of your thigh, holding you there like he needed to ground himself.

“I didn’t want to ruin that illusion,” he said softly. “Because there’s more to me. Things I can’t hide forever. And I was scared that if I show you… you’ll look at me differently. Like I’m wrong. Like I’m disgusting.”

You leaned down, both hands cradling his face now, your thumbs brushing beneath his eyes. “There is nothing about you that could ever disgust me. You hear me?” Your voice trembled, but your words were steel. “I will love every part of you. Even the ones you’re scared of... whatever it is, I want to see it.”

His breath hitched.

For a moment, he just stared at you—like he couldn’t believe you’d said that, like it hurt to even hope. Then he nodded once, slow and deliberate. His lashes fell shut.

And instead of answering—

He showed you.

The transformation was slow, reverent. First, the horns—shorter than the others’, but wickedly curved like crescent moons in his head, obsidian black with faint silver ridges. Then his tail unfurled from his lower back, long and dark, with a sharp black point at the tip twitching nervously like it didn’t know where to settle.

And then… the tusks.

They peeked from his upper jaw as his lips parted in a shallow breath. Smooth and ivory-white, they curled delicately over his bottom lip, sharp but beautiful. Not monstrous. Not wrong.

Just—him.

You stared.

And didn’t move.

Mystery froze under your gaze. His body went tense, tail stiffening behind him like a drawn bowstring. It twitched once, betraying a split-second tremor—like he was already bracing for the worst. For you to flinch. To recoil. To say something.

His gaze dropped, voice tight and whisper-thin. “I knew it,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have—”

That’s when it hit you.

He looked so damn cute.

Your scream made him flinch.

Then you pounced.

One second, you were sitting like a normal person. The next, you were full-on launching yourself at Mystery, tackling him flat onto the cushions with a delighted squeal as if his transformation had just unlocked your final evolution. You straddled his waist, buried his stunned face in your hands, and smothered every inch of his cheeks with kisses.

“Oh my god—Myst—you’re so cute, are you kidding me?!” you gushed, your voice rising with every kiss. “Why didn’t you show me this sooner?! These tusks—they’re adorable. You’re adorable!”

He blinked up at you, stunned speechless, his mouth slightly parted, his tusks brushing against your cheek as you nuzzled him like he was the last warm thing on earth.

Your hands slid down his jaw, thumbs tracing the edge of his new features with breathless reverence. “I love them,” you whispered against the curve of his tusk. “I love you.”

Mystery’s face went scarlet.

He groaned—more like a whimper, really—and let his arms curl tight around your back, burying his face under your chin like he couldn’t take another second of being looked at like that. Like maybe if he held you hard enough, close enough, you’d never leave. Like he was terrified and elated all at once.

He trembled.

Not because he was afraid.

Because, for the first time, he believed you.

SLAM!

A sharp thud cracked through the penthouse, followed by the chaotic sound of stomping footsteps and something heavy hitting tile.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Abby’s voice bellowed from the kitchen, unmistakably holding a knife, the blade still glinting as he stormed toward the living room.

“Is she hurt?!” Jinu’s voice followed, sharp with panic. You could hear the sound of his sleeves being rolled up mid-sprint, jaw set like he was seconds from choosing violence.

Romance knocked over his own notebook with a startled yelp, scrambling to his feet so fast he tripped over the corner of the rug.

And Baby—half-asleep, half-feral—growled from the floor like he’d just been woken mid-hibernation. It didn’t sound human. It sounded like something with fangs. “Who touched her?!”

But when they all turned—panting, frantic, ready to fight—they stopped.

And then blinked.

Because there you were, wrapped around Mystery like he was the best gift you’d ever been given. Your legs were curled around his waist, your fingers tangled in his hair, and you were pressing kisses all over his flushed face while he practically purred in your arms.

And he… he looked absolutely wrecked.

Mystery’s horns shimmered under the overhead light, glinting wickedly as he let you kiss all over him without protest. His tail twitched and coiled in embarrassment, but his arms only pulled you tighter, like he was terrified this was a dream and he might wake up without you. His chest rose and fell in shallow gasps, and a low, rumbling purr spilled from him without restraint, vibrating through both of your bodies like he couldn’t control it anymore.

His tusks glinted when he smiled—dazed, drunk on affection—and his face was so red he might’ve been glowing.

Abby was the first to speak, eyes wide. “You scared the hell outta me.”

Jinu exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over his heart. “I thought someone was attacking her.”

Romance tilted his head, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “Mystery finally showed her, huh?”

Baby had already dropped back onto the rug, curling up like a cat mid-nap. “She’s fine. Hyung’s doomed.”

But you didn’t register any of it at first.

Because all your attention was on the boy in your arms—the boy still trembling beneath your touch.

You pulled back just slightly, enough to cup his jaw in both hands, brushing your thumbs gently along the line of his tusks.

He swallowed, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “You… really like them?” he asked, voice husky, almost broken. So small. So hopeful.

“I love you,” you whispered. The words came raw, unwavering, your voice anchored by the truth of it. “Every single part of you.”

And then you kissed him—slow, deep, reverent.

He whimpered into your mouth.

A low, guttural sound that vibrated against your lips, his tusks nudging gently into your skin as he kissed you back with growing hunger, growing need. His horns brushed your forehead. His tail winding tight around your thigh. One of his hands slid up your back, fingers splayed, holding you like he could finally allow himself to be vulnerable in your arms.

From the side, Romance let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re gonna break him.”

But his voice was warm. Almost proud.

“She already broke all of us,” Jinu murmured, reverent, his eyes fixed on the way you kissed Mystery.

You broke the kiss just enough to rest your forehead against his, both of you breathless and trembling in the charged quiet. Mystery’s cheeks were flushed a deep, damning crimson, his lips kiss-swollen and glistening. His tusks gleamed faintly in the ight, catching the soft glow like moonlight on polished ivory. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, body trembling—

But not from fear anymore.

From relief. From surrender. From the unbearable sweetness of finally being seen.

You giggled, voice low and dizzy with affection, your fingertips drifting up to stroke along the base of his horns. They were warmer now, pulsing faintly under your touch. Sensitive. His breath hitched.

“So…” you whispered, a smile curling at your lips, “are you gonna let me touch your tail properly now?”

His eyes darkened.

Lashes lowered.

You didn’t need words.

Because the way his tail coiled around your waist—slow and deliberate, like silk ropes winding around prey—told you everything you needed to know. It slid higher, curling just beneath your ribs, then slinking lower to your thigh, where it wrapped snugly and held.

He buried his face into your shoulder with a choked sound, arms locking tight around your back like he needed your weight on top of him to stay grounded. His nose pressed to your throat, breathing you in like oxygen, like scent alone could anchor him. His fingers clutched at your shirt. His tail tightened around your thigh again, twitching with need.

And then—he purred.

Louder this time. Rougher. Deeper.

Because now you’d seen all of him.

And still chose to stay.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 @𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐂 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭!! 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 💕✨

Outtakes:

You: “Myst, quick question.” Mystery: *bracing for anything* “…Yes?” You: “What happens if I tug your horn and tail at the same time?” Mystery: *pauses, blinks* “…Are you trying to summon a feral version of me?” Abby:*from the kitchen* “DON’T LET HER DO IT—!” Romance: *perking up* “I wanna see what happens. For science.” Baby: *sitting up abruptly, dead serious* “I volunteer as tribute!” Jinu: *pulls out phone* “I’m documenting this for historical accuracy.” You: *grinning* “So you don’t know what happens?” Mystery: *backing away slowly* “I will evaporate from existence if you test it. Don’t do this to me.”

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You: *sitting behind Mystery, hands reaching for his tail* “Can I?” Mystery: *tense* “…Go ahead.” *You gently trace down his tail. He visibly shudders.* Mystery: “—oh.” All the boys simultaneously: “RIGHT?!” Mystery: *in visible emotional crisis* “…I’ve been living in a self-imposed hell.”

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Baby: *patting the cushion beside him* “Come, hyung. Sit. You must be educated.” Mystery: “Educated in what?” Romance: *whispering reverently* “The divine art…of being pet.” Jinu: *dead serious, eyes glowing faintly* “The first time she touched my tail… I died. Twice. Came back just to feel it again.” Abby: *smirking, arms crossed* “When she combed her fingers through my horns and praised me, I nearly combusted." Baby: *giddy* “My tail wags on its own. Like it has free will. I giggled. I giggled, Hyung.” Mystery: *flatly* “I’ve seen you threaten people with your pinkie toe. You giggled?” Baby: *grinning proudly* “Like a schoolgirl.”

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You: walks in, barefoot, hoodie-swaddled, looking for snacks You: Pauses in the doorway. Romance: purring seductively Abby: purring like thunder Baby: vibrating like a smug cat Mystery: red-faced, refusing to join Jinu: judging with a clipboard You: *blinks slowly* “…I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see this.” You: Backs out slowly. Baby: “Wait—who was winning?!” You: *still backing out* “Therapy. Therapy is winning.”

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jadeloverxd · 14 hours ago

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love the love and deepspace beach filler ep

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jadeloverxd · 14 hours ago

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yea lol

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jadeloverxd · 14 hours ago

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✨🌱Naru will be at ANIMAGA MELB at table H22 with @xhibiki19 🌱✨

Here is my merch catalogue~ mostly the same merch i had at SMASH! I was able to get a restock on some pens and sticker sheets in time so i have full stock! (✿´ ꒳ ` )

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just realized i never posted my drawings of fem!xavier on here o///o

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THE PRE-SHOW WARM-UP

Today, it marked an important occasion in Rafayel's blossoming career in artistic fields. A special opportunity for him to host a magnificent art exhibit was followed by a grand auction featuring all of his exquisite paintings with their own underlying significance of one's emotions and personal experiences of his times on Lemuria, when several distinguished members of the elite from high society, whether it is those with immense power or influence, had taken a keen interest in browsing through his crafted masterpieces.

You were graciously invited by your boyfriend, not just acting as a plus one, but also as an important factor in supporting and celebrating his well-deserved achievements as his beloved significant other. However, you failed to extend the news of your relationship with him to your family, unfortunately, who are also invited to the event as well. Not that you considered your intimate connection with Rafayel reprehensible—quite the complete opposite—considering he had formed a pleasant bond with them, especially with your older brother, with whom he had collaborated on an important educational project, and regarded your boyfriend as one of his trusted confidants, but rather, you didn't want to be bombarded with questions and opinions from them like a runaway paparazzi on a scandalous evening. So, it was your ultimate decision to keep your relationship a secret from now on, as Rafayel supported and respected your choice.

Now, the once spacious art studio where Rafayel resided to bring his ideas to life, with all the messy streaks of colorful paint smeared everywhere and the scent of turpentine lingering in the air, is currently occupied to transform into a stunning art exhibition. All of his personal furniture was temporarily replaced with sleek, modern displays to showcase his latest collection of paintings and sculptures in an easy walk-through layout for visitors to admire. His exclusive agent, Thomas, ensured it exceeded the expectations of art critics and collectors alike, to the point that he exhausted his energy and time to ensure every detail was perfect, from the lighting to the placement of each piece. Of course, it also includes making sure the host of the event doesn't laze around by the last minute and giving him an invitation to an early grave.

At his private dressing room, where only one person was present, Rafayel stood in front of a large, white circular mirror, quickly checking on his appearance, before minutes of the event began. He was clad in a black designer suit, perfectly tailored just for his tall, slender frame. A silky, white dress shirt underneath the black blazer, then a black tie to complete the sophisticated look. His usual middle-parted purple hair was now slicked back with gel, in spite of the fact that he'd rather have his typical hairstyle of being slightly messy and effortlessly cool, yet Thomas disapproved of it.

Not that he cares anyways; his own hair will ruin it on its own as the event goes on.

His head slightly perked up by the small, stealthy creak of the door, then slowly turned his gaze to the entrance of the room, where his breath started to stutter at the sight of you, his beloved lover, likewise dressed in formal attire that perfectly complemented his own. Gosh, when his eyes met yours, there was an immediate fond smile on your lips, leading his cheeks to flush with a warm, rosy hue. Like a certified lovesick fool, he strode his way to you, his hand above your head as he pushed the door closed. "Well, don't we clean up nicely," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

You chuckled, daring to match the intensity of his gaze, as you used your finger to delicately trail it over his chest to his neck, earning a heavy but contented sigh from him. "I think we're about to make a lot of people jealous," you murmured, snaking both of your arms around his neck while he instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that your faces were an inch away.

"Let them be, cutie." His lips pressed against yours with an urgency that ignited warmth within the confines of your chest. The once playful exchange of glances now melted into something far more consuming, as the air between you thickened with heat. Rafayel tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate hunger, while one of his hands trailed up your back, pulling you impossibly closer, his fingertips grazing the fabric of your attire as though he longed to touch the skin beneath.

Your breath hitched, melting into his embrace as your arms tightened around his neck, lips moving in a syncopated rhythm with his own. Every kiss was unhurried yet searing, tasting of the longing you two had harbored in secrecy until this very moment. His lips parted from yours only to reclaim them again, peppering soft kisses against the corner of your mouth and down your jawline before returning to the fullness of your lips, leaving you dizzy and flushed. "Mmmnh…" you let out a soft moan, feeling the smirk curved on your shoulder.

The intoxicating haze was abruptly interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, followed by a voice that sent shivers of dread down your spine. "Rafayel? You in there?"

Your eyes widened in recognition. It was none other than your older brother. Panic shot through you, but Rafayel’s thumb soothed gentle circles against your waist as though telling you not to worry. Straightening himself with a calm composure that betrayed none of the fluster beneath his skin, he walked over and opened the door.

There stood your brother, his expression softened with genuine warmth as he extended a hand and gave Rafayel a firm pat on the shoulder. "Congratulations, Rafayel. You’ve done well; I’m proud of what you’ve accomplished." Not a single word was uttered about what he may or may not have seen, and before you could even muster a proper response, your brother excused himself with a casual smile, closing the door behind him.

Not even acknowledging the fact that his little sister is in the same space as him, or maybe he is just pretending not to acknowledge it at all.

Both you and Rafayel released a long, synchronized sigh of relief, your heart still hammering in your chest. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, but before you could voice your worry, Rafayel returned to you in long strides, his expression shifting from amused to wickedly mischievous once more.

"Well," he drawled, tilting his head and brushing a strand of hair from your face, his lips hovering close to yours, "now that the scare is gone, how about we… continue where we left off?" His smirk deepened, eyes sparkling with dangerous charm, his hand dragging lower down your back. "Just for a little boost before the event." Your cheeks warmed again, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to laugh at his timing or surrender to the pull of his embrace once more.

During the event, you were left limping on the sidelines, all flustered and out of breath, your once clean formal attire now slightly wrinkled, and with your hand supporting your aching back, while your boyfriend was unnaturally glowing and energetic, interacting with the guests. Meanwhile, your older brother already connected the obvious dots and, unbeknownst to you, shot you a knowing look from across the room.

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jadeloverxd · 14 hours ago

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Soft as silk, sweet as honey

Xavier is Lumiere's biggest hater.

Notes: I wrote this out of an idea I had while dissociating, and a friend encouraged me to write it. I know this isn't great but hopefully it's not too painful to read, I'm mostly just indulging my delusions.

This is the playlist that inspired this oneshot

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I did not make it or own any of the music in it either.

The sky outside was melting into a reddish-yellow as she quietly prepped some vegetables for dinner. They had made plans in the afternoon to enjoy homemade hotpot together, so while he finished up at work after a particularly complicated mission that required extra paperwork, she decided to head home and start with the preparations. She gracefully swayed with the music emerging from her wireless headset as she finished the mise en place and prepared the broth that would be the base for their meal while softly humming in tune with the melody she was listening to.

Xavier felt like all his energy had been spent not on fighting the wanderers but on sorting through the piles of paperwork he had been neglecting for so long. His attempts to sway his partner into helping him were completely ignored no matter how much he begged. The walk back home would’ve felt eternal if not for the promise of homemade hotpot waiting for him at home. He smiled to himself as he finally made it to her door, knocking softly on it a couple of times he patiently waited for her to open. One minute, two, three went by, no answer, he knocked again, same. He fished his key out of his pocket, it was supposed to be only for emergencies but as all kinds of horrible possibilities started to play in his head, he couldn’t care less about the promise he had made, she told him to use it whenever he wanted after all. He pulled the door open calling for her softly in case she was asleep but he received no answer.

He closed the door behind him and changed his shoes for the slippers she had bought for him to use when he visited. His steps got faster as he looked around only to find her in the kitchen completely entranced by whatever she was listening to. The blonde let out a sigh of relief he didn’t realize he was holding and smiled completely captivated by the girl in front of him, the scene was so domestic it felt unreal, never in his life did he ever imagine he could have something like it and yet here he was, living his nethermost fantasies with the girl of his dreams.

— “What are you listening to?”

The girl flinched, causing some droplets of the hot liquid to fall on her skin causing her to hiss. She turned around as she rubbed the spot that had just been burnt only to find Xavier looking at her half concerned half apologetic for startling her, clearly feeling guilty about what had happened. He walked closer to her and held her arm so he could examine her skin, it didn’t seem to be anything serious but still decided to run it under some water as a precaution. The girl pulled her headset down with her free hand so she could focus on her companion instead.

— “It took you a lot less than I expected to finish that huge pile I saw on your desk before leaving.”

— “You underestimate the power of eating hotpot with my partner”

She nodded in understanding; looking at the water as it fell over her forearm. The silence was comfortable, a giveaway of the familiarity they shared after everything they had been through together. Xavier was the first one to break it, however.

— “I tried knocking but you didn’t answer so I came in… Sorry I startled you.”

He closed the faucet, stopping the water as she retrieved a small kitchen towel from the counter to dry her arm. A soft smile adorned her face as she looked at him reassuringly.

— “Don’t worry, I got lost in the music while prepping for dinner.”

She placed the headset next to her phone and quickly made her way back to the stove so she could turn it off. She then started to move everything to the low table in the living room so they could get ready to eat. Xavier glanced at her phone; the screen was turned off.

— “What were you listening to?”

He asked again, this time genuinely curious to know what could’ve captivated her to the point of dissociating from the world even if temporarily, a pang of jealousy starting to bubble inside of him. The girl stiffened for a second before laughing awkwardly.

— “Just a playlist I like…”

The blonde narrowed his eyes, her behavior was suspicious. She tried to grab her phone but he was faster, quickly he pressed his phone to the fingerprint reader to unlock the screen and as his face became illuminated by the light emitted by the cellphone the girl could see how his face darkened, silently cursing herself for adding his fingerprint to her phone.

— “POV: You are dancing with Lumiere but he's slowly falling in love with you?”

His tone was cold, unamused making her wince. His eyes slowly lifted from the screen and locked onto hers making her feel cornered. A deep frown marred his soft features; he placed the phone back on the counter. She quickly approached him and softly poked his cheek.

— “Come on, don’t be angry, it’s just a playlist.”

He took a deep breath, his airy voice giving Otto a command to play the music on the apartment’s speakers instead. She looked at him unable to hide her surprise. The boy took a step back and bowed elegantly before offering her his hand. She stared at him dumbfounded for a couple of seconds; once her brain caught on with the situation she curtsied and softly placed her hand on his. Xavier wasted no time and pulled her closer, they silently fell into position, a hand holding hers, the other on her waist, and similarly, she placed a hand on his while the other rested on his shoulder.

She stood on her tippy toes to drop a kiss on the corner of his mouth in hopes of lightening his mood and it seemed to be working by the way his eyes softened.

— “To what do I owe the honor of this dance?”

Xavier did not reply, his eyes silently on her as he started to move guiding her through the motions of a simple waltz. She couldn’t say she was not surprised to find out that he could dance so elegantly but something about it felt so right she didn’t even think to question it.

— “I am better than that Lumiere you like so much.”

His voice was barely a whisper, soft and huffy and all she could do was stifle a giggle before tangling her arms around his neck in a more intimate position as they rhythmically moved through the living room; the hotpot now forgotten on the table. Her heart was so full at the moment that she couldn’t even think about being hungry. She softly pressed her lips against his pouty ones, unable to hide the lovesick smile adorning her face.

— “You’re right, you are much better, and all mine.”

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jadeloverxd · 14 hours ago

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she's my collar

𝐟𝐭. love and deepspace men x fem!reader self-aware au

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. self-aware, reverse isekai, fluff, soft-yandere, may have some cussing.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. yes… i chose the name mira ‘cause of kdh 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯. also sorry if this is a short chapter!! next one will def be longer !

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫!

you had never left your apartment in such a rush.after taking some strays home they hogged your attention as you tried getting ready.

keys. bag. phone. shoes you didn’t even check for matching socks— because you had five furry menaces sprawled across your hallway like they owned the place. you’d tiptoed around a yawning caleb that was beside your door, sidestepped zayne who was curled into the jacket you left on floor, seriously?, and nearly tripped over sylus, who was stretched right before the corner like a little landmine, and you swore he gave a smug ass smile when you cussed under your breath. while rafayel gave you a scandalized meow when your slipper brushed his tail.

all the while xavier was awake staring at you as he laid on his side on the floor by the window�� or deep asleep with his eyes open…?

by the time you’d made it to the bus stop, you were combing your hair with your fingers on your earlier barely brushed strands and an energy drink clutched like a lifeline, you were already wondering if they'd be okay on their own.

definitely. probably. hopefully?

they’d been nothing but oddly polite for strays. little to no destroyed furniture. barely any accidents. and sure, they had a weird habit of watching you like security, but… they were sweet. sweet and a little clingy. especially caleb and rafayel. the two would often follow you to any room even the bathroom, their eyes filled with betrayal like you’d just told them you were never coming back.

your heart ached thinking about it.

you sent a text to your work friends group chat.

,,is it normal for strays to look at you like you’ve broken their hearts for going to work??”

mira replied instantly.

,,LOL. Hasn’t it been only two days? You’re spoiling them. Now they’re emotionally co-dependent. Congrats.”

you stared out the bus window, smiling to yourself.

the day dragged. meetings, proofreading, coffee so watered down that it tasted vaguely like despair. your coworkers were their usual rush, but all you could think about was home. you kept glancing at the clock, catching yourself doodling their faces in your notes. at lunch, you googled: “how to know if your pets is judging you” “can dogs get abandonment issues after a short amount of time” “is possessiveness in devon rex's personality normal?”

it was ridiculous, you knew that.

you’d only had them for less than two days, but your apartment already felt fuller. warmer. every time you opened the door after getting their treats or toys and saw five faces light up— tails wagging, ears perked, bodies circling and pressing up against your legs like you were their entire world— you felt… needed.

loved?

no. that was too much.

like sure, you knew were loved in some sort of way by the majority of the people you knew, but them? they were definitely something.

on your way home, you took the long route. partly to stretch your legs, and partly because, in the corner of your eye, something in a shop window had caught your attention.

you paused. blinked. stepped closer, leaning down to the display window.

collars.

five of them. all on display in neat little rows. some leather, some canvas. all patterned and unique. one had gold stars on navy blue. another had a gingham design. there was one in soft green with tiny embroidered white specks. and another in black with a silver clasp shaped like a crescent moon. and at the very bottom, nestled half behind a jar of treat samples, a bright orange one— simple, sturdy, confident.

you stared at them longer than you meant to.

it was silly. overly sentimental. they didn’t need collars. they were indoor pets. not even technically yours. you were still pretending this was temporary, that one day they’d… probably get back to their actual owners. that you weren’t starting to buy different kibble brands just to see which ones xavier liked best even when you knew he liked anything you gave him. or leaving the window cracked open because sylus liked to perch there and watch the people do their own mundane things.

you reached for the door handle.

then stopped.

"...this is dumb," you muttered.

but your smile gave you away and you walked in anyway.

the little bell above the door jingled as you stepped in.

“welcome!” a worker chipped, you smiled and gave her a quiet nod.

the shop smelled faintly of cedar with sunlight filtering through the windows, catching on glass jars of treats and displays of chew toys, slow feeders. And the pet beds were so fluffy you wanted to faceplant into them yourself. behind the counter, a sleepy-looking cashier glanced up, offered you a smile, and went back to pricing collars with little bone-shaped tags.

you wandered toward the display by the window. your fingers brushed over the fabric of the first collar— dark blue with gold stars. it reminded you of xavier’s eyes when he got quiet. thoughtful. the way he always seemed to be half-asleep but never missed anything.

you picked it up.

next was the soft green-ish blue one. it looked delicate, almost too pretty to be real. but something about it felt fitting. so… zayne.

you grabbed that one too.

the pink gingham pattern one was an easy pick. something about the slightly crooked stitching and warm tones reminded you of rafayel— full of charm and soft, sunlit afternoons. and the black one, with the little crescent moon? quiet and yet it screamed sylus. and of course you took it.

you hesitated at the orange one.

it was bold and a bit too bright. but then again… caleb always had been both the loudest but the quietest in his affection. the one who barked at the door when you so much as stepped onto the balcony. the one who waited for you like he was born to protect.

you picked it up last.

five collars. all different. all ridiculous. you balanced them awkwardly in your arms while browsing the tags— small ones, with little charms that could be engraved. you paused for a second.

should you?

you were already doing this. might as well go all in.

you chose plain silver tags. no other shape. just simple ovals. and you had each one engraved with a single name. the same names you’d whispered with a smile the day you took them in along with your phone number on the back.

you wondered if the shopkeeper thought it was odd— all men's names (that didn’t sound like you would name a pet) but she didn’t comment. just smiled and placed the collars in a paper bag, tied off with a little ribbon.

by the time you stepped out of the shop, the sun had dipped lower. everything was painted in amber and gold, the kind of light that made shadows stretch and warmth linger.

you walked home with the bag tucked against your chest like a secret.

when you opened the door, you were met with chaos.

caleb was barking— quite loud, tail wagging like a metronome as he lunged forward. xavier darted between your legs almost tripping you. zayne tried to play it cool from the couch but ended up flopping off the armrest in his rush to greet you with a louder purr than he wanted to let out. rafayel let out a long loud dramatic meow like he hadn’t seen you in years. and sylus, perched near the window, narrowed his eyes like he hadn’t been pacing in front of the door since sunset.

“guys, guys,” you laughed, holding the bag out of reach. “okay, okay, give me a second.”

they all stared as you placed the collars on the table.

then stared harder.

“don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, ears burning. “you’re indoor pets. Who knows… you might get lost… and! it’s cute.”

zayne accidentally swiped his to the side while trying to look at it. sylus swatted raf’s off to the other side of the living room just to be petty. caleb nosed his excitedly. xavier sniffed the bag like he was trying to see if there was food. and rafayel, after letting put a hiss swatted at sylus paw with his claws. and sylus flopped again letting out a huff in boredom.

you sighed. “fine. if you hate them, I’ll return them.”

caleb barked, offended. Rafayel’s mouth gaped open. zayne took his into his mouth biting hard. xavier just sat on top of his tail hiding it away from you. sylus’ was under his paw, claws out, not to hurt you if you come near, but as a simple warning ‘mine’.

you laughed. “alright then, let’s try them on, hm?”

you never expected them to listen. but one by one— like they knew exactly what you were asking— they sat still. allowed you to slip the collars on, careful not to tug on their fur. the tags glinted under the living room light.

xavier leaned into your touch. zayne huffed but didn’t pull away. rafayel flicked his tail, bright as ever. sylus didn’t resist but licked the inside of your wrist. caleb just stared at you the whole time.

once they were all collared, you stepped back and took them in.

“see?” you smiled. “now everyone’ll know you’re mine.”

you blinked.

that… came out weird.

but they didn’t react. not in a way you could name. they just sat there, tails sweeping the floor, eyes fixed on you like they were waiting for something else.

you stepped back again.

“you look good,” you said gently.

and they did.

later, as they curled onto the couch, all five of them bathed in the warm sunset, warm and breathing in content; you watched in the kitchen the way silver tags reflected against the light with a tired smile,head resting on your hand.

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jadeloverxd · 14 hours ago

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welcome home

𝐟𝐭. love and deepspace men x fem!reader self-aware au

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. self-aware, reverse isekai, fluff, soft-yandere, may have some cussing.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. this was actually supposed to be posted just a few days ago, but the more i read it the more edits i made lolz. + the relationship between the guys is just an alliance for your sake. edit: if you want to be tagged please ask in the masterlist or my ask inbox!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫!

at first, it was a whisper.

a flicker of sound between loading screens. a sigh, a laugh, sometimes even a word or two. most of the time, it didn’t even register. the game chalked it up as ambiance— just another background noise. nothing out of the ordinary.

but that voice… it didn’t belong to MC.

similar, yes. familiar in tone and warmth. but it lacked the tone of someone reading lines. this voice was raw, sometimes amused and sometimes tired. it came like static on a broken radio�� cut off mid sentence, warped and fuzzy around the edges.

but like how MC’s was, it was comforting.

sylus was the first to notice how often it echoed in the café MC liked to frequent. the sound curled under the jazz music, slipped beneath the clink of glass and porcelain. he’d pretend to read, pretend to people-watch. but really, he was listening. and the more he listened, the more it stirred something he couldn't name.

he wasn't the only one.

zayne came in one day, eyes tired, attention distracted. and when he paused at the counter— head tilted, breath catching, brows furrowed— sylus recognized the look. he heard it too.

and so it went. one by one, the love interests found themselves drawn to the same place. not by coincidence. not by game design. but something deeper. instinctual. like gravity pulling them toward the same truth.

on a particularly quiet day, they all showed up.

zayne stiffened when he saw caleb— alive. whole. dressed in a uniform that was related to the fleet that only meant one thing: off-grid status, blacklisted and perchance, monitored. caleb's finger twitched at his side before crossing his arms across his chest, eyes wary. rafayel was already at a corner table, feigning interest in his macchiato while watching the tension build like a slow boil. xavier, leaned against a wall close to all of them, eyes looking between sylus and caleb, sizing them up like opponents in a duel he wasn’t allowed to start.

“well,” rafayel said, a performative smile gracing his lips, swirling his cup lazily, “this is cozy.”

no one laughed.

what followed wasn’t exactly an alliance. more like a ceasefire, held together by vague answers and mutual suspicion. but over time— over shared scraps of dialogue and theories— they unraveled the truth. the one no one wanted to believe.

they were part of something artificial.

a game.

your voice was the proof. they listed everything they’d heard: login, dailies, events, affinity points, grinding. and then leaving. it made their existence feel like it was curated for pleasure.

and worse… it made their pain feel programmed.

"then what were…" caleb muttered. “our grief? our choices?”

“part of the game,” xavier said quietly. “all coded.”

it didn’t sit well. with any of them.

they sat in silence after that, the weight of their collective memories— losses, heartbreak, death, and continuous pain was suddenly rendered artificial.

“it doesn’t make it any less real,” xavier said tightly, jaw clenched.

“doesn’t make it hurt any less,” caleb muttered.

sylus didn’t say anything. just looked out the window, brows furrowed.

rafayel, for once, looked… shaken.

and zayne? zayne didn’t speak. just pressed his lips together like he was trying not to fall apart.

meanwhile, across another world— night was stretching over the city skyline, staining the clouds soft pink. the rain had finally stopped.

your boots scuffed wet pavement as you turned onto your street, earbuds in but no music playing. your jacket clung damp against your arms, rain-soaked and still too cold from the wind that bit at your skin.

you shrugged it off halfway up the block, cradling it over your arm. your work badge still clipped to your collar. it had been a long day. a long week.

you didn’t even know why the exhaustion sat so heavy in your bones.later, when you logged in again, the café felt off, you noticed.

they were quiet.

smiles didn’t reach their eyes. dialogue felt stilted… like something unspoken hung heavy in the air.

you tapped through the ‘tete-a-tete’ interaction. told them about your day. your morning coffee. an annoying co-worker. the late bus. the rain. how your feet hurt from running errands. just tiny things that happened.

you didn’t know they were listening harder than they ever had before.

with each interaction, the screen seemed to glow a little brighter.

you thought nothing of it.

must’ve been the new visual update, you figured. made everything more immersive.

you smiled.

they did too, once you left of course.

just as the light music signaled your arrival one day. you picked zayne to be your home screen companion. he moved into frame, lips parting for his opening line.

but then he heard it.

a sigh.

his head tilted just slightly, breaking script. the others froze behind the frame, listening.

“ah… i’m tired.”

your voice was about to crack but then the screen went black.

they stared at each other.

sure it can be one of those days, but on those days you can need a shoulder to rely on.

‘but she’s alone. without me there for her.’

“we need to get to her.”

and for the first time since they learned the truth, their heartbreak didn’t come from being fictional—

but from knowing you were out there.

alone.

from that point on, their goal was clear.

they had to get to you.

EVER was the answer. an organization steeped in secrecy, its latest project was a machine designed to explore dimensional crossings. rumors were mixed— some called it revolutionary, others a disaster waiting to happen.

they didn’t care.

with a little sabotage and a lot of calculated risk, they smuggled the machine to onychinus’ base. they expected danger. uncertainty. even death.

when they finally stepped into it all together it shook, the small space trembled.

it should work. the headache and the urge to throw up their guts, they held it all in.

and then a bright light, sudden pain from pressure.

when the doors finally opened, the air felt different, smelled different.

they all staggered out

but what they didn’t expect was fur.

when the machine stabilized and the door hissed open, they stumbled out one by one— four cats and one large german shepherd, all hissing, growling, barking in confused frustration.

rafayel yowled in agony looking at his fluffy paws. “what happened to me??”

“what the hell,” xavier gritted out, except it came out as a pitiful meow.

“you look like a dirty mop,” sylus snapped, flicking his caracal ears at zayne’s fluffed tail.

“be quiet,” zayne growled.

caleb barked once in warning, herding them all under a dumpster as footsteps approached.

it was you.

your scent hit them first— distinct, yes, but… familiar and warm.

they turned their heads toward the alleyway entrance. you standing there, blinking owlishly. you paused at the alleyway, brows furrowed, squinting into the shadows. “what the…”

five pairs of eyes met yours.

you froze.

they padded toward you, slowly, ears forward, tails swaying side to side. you backed up a step, heart racing. they didn’t pounce. just watched, like they’d been waiting forever.

“…okay,” you muttered. “you guys are cute, but—” you check your watch ‘it’s getting late’ and you turned.

only for xavier to circle behind you, cutting off your path.

you stared at each other for a good three seconds thinking of all the possible outcomes and eventually, you sighed, lips twitching to a smile. “fine. you win. come on.”

they followed you home.

and when you bathed them you finally took a good look at them and realizing their similarities to the men you devoted your free time to. you reach your hand to one of them then to all of them, slowly naming them. xavier. zayne. caleb. sylus. rafayel.

as soon as they settled in like they had always been meant to. xavier curled beside the space heater, eyes half-lidded and content once his fur had dried, his soft purring barely audible under the low hum of the appliance. zayne paced at first, nosing curiously around the edges of your bookshelves, inspecting each surface with a thoughtful intensity that didn’t quite match his floofy, oversized paws. eventually, he curled near the windowsill, watching the city beyond the glass as if it might offer him answers. sylus took the arm of the couch and claimed it like a throne, tail flicking as he surveyed the room with narrowed eyes, calculating— always. rafayel, freshly brushed and completely unbothered by the chaos, had already claimed your favorite throw blanket as his own and now lay across it like a prince who knew the world adored him. and caleb stayed closest. always watching you, quiet, eyes following your every move from his spot just outside the kitchen.

you couldn’t explain the sense of… ease that filled the room. it was strange, right? five strays— four cats, one big dog— none of whom you’d ever seen before, and yet it didn’t feel wrong. it should’ve been a bit overwhelming. they weren’t loud or demanding (besides for your attention), not really. they were just present. and they watched you with such intent. it was flattering, if a little weird.

you left out bowls of food and water. used towels were piled by the bathroom. you’d need more pet supplies, definitely. litter, toys, maybe some calming sprays if they were going to keep side-eyeing each other like that. as you moved around, your playlist hummed in the background low and soft, some of them were purring to the sound.

as you made it to your room you thought they might have followed you into bed, but none of them did.

instead, they remained scattered across your apartment like strange guards, each claiming their own little corner of quietness. xavier had sunk so deep into sleep beside the space heater that he resembled a plushie, his tail swaying faintly every so often dreaming of something. rafayel had sprawled on your throw blanket, one paw curled under his chin like he was posing. sylus had taken the back of the couch, upright and alert, eyes half-lidded but not really fully closed.

zayne remained by the window.

and caleb— he lay by your bedroom door. not in it.

just close. just near enough that if anything so much as brushed your threshold, it’d have to go through him first. he didn’t scratch or whine when you turned the knob, didn’t push to be let in. he just blinked at you once, tail thudding quietly against the floor before lowering his head to his paws.

you hesitated in the doorway, hand still on the knob.

“…good night, then,” you murmured softly, lightly patting his head.

he didn’t respond, but the tip of his tail twitched once in acknowledgment.

inside your room, the air felt softer somehow. more settled. the distant weight of unspoken things still lingered in the space beyond the door.

you lay in bed, eyes wide open in the dark.

not quite sure what you’d brought home, but certain of one thing.

it felt nice.

and beyond the door, five not-so-ordinary boys kept their silent vigil. when they started feeling restless now that they’re in a new world, they listened— to the quiet shuffling you make as you turn on your bed on the other side of the wall. this new life they’ve claimed was utterly ridiculous.

but it was closer to you than they’d ever been before.

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