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[kykyonthemoon]

It’s such an honor to contribute my humble part for Meraki Zine, and to be able to work with talented artists, writers.

This is also the very first fanzine project that I've got to participate.

Thank you so much for having me!!! 💛 Looking forward to our final work 💛💛💛

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Where The Clouds Whisper

Amidst the clouds of pastel purple and pink, you and Caleb floated in a spectrum of emotions on his birthday.

⁀જ➣ Caleb x Reader (MC)

⁀જ➣ Tags: birthday fic, fluff, sweet, dreamy, no y/n.

⁀જ➣ Word count: ~1k9

⁀જ➣  Inspired by Caleb's birthday card - No-Return Night and the event Summer Daydream. Happy Caleb's day!

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Patches of gentle pink and purple drifted delicately before your eyes. The aircraft—shaped like a white paper crane—navigated through the clouds into a massive, translucent dome in the sky. The entire Newts island lingered in the air, as it was a part of the city of Skyhaven, and home to an exceptionally unique vintage-style cinema.

That was the destination of the cloud-hopping adventure that Caleb and you set off on early in the morning. From Linkon to the main island of Skyhaven, and finally to this rather secluded island, each journey on a different aircraft left a special impression on you. However, after attempting to pilot a Cloudpiercer here (under Caleb's instructions, of course), you were quite grateful for the autopilot mode of this white crane as it brought you both into the theater at a very leisurely pace.

"Be careful." Caleb's voice echoed as his somewhat rough hand brushed your waist, bringing you closer to him. A powerful blast of wind passed by, causing the aircraft to tilt slightly. You nestled into Caleb's embrace, giggling softly.

"With Caleb by my side, I'm not afraid of falling."  

It had always been like this. When you were tiny, you would constantly ask him to use Evol to hoist you up so you could experience the sensation of flying. He never let you fall, and you completely entrusted your safety to him, for he was always there to catch you.

The crane steadied immediately following that minor mishap, and you assumed that part of that was due to Caleb's hand assisting it in secret. After purchasing the movie tickets, the two of you were hoisted up by this white crane and transported to the screening room. It was a small aircraft, barely big enough for two passengers, and it flew a predetermined course. The entire Newts Island was a massive cinema theater enclosed by transparent glass. The clouds within the theater had the same texture as those outside, and the wind was regulated to give guests the sensation of genuinely floating on clouds.

It was definitely a date worth the expense, you thought to yourself as you leaned against Caleb's shoulder, hand reaching out to touch the fluffy clouds that were pink like cotton candy. It was said that the clouds in this cinema tasted like sweets, yet before you could try them, Caleb halted you by shoving a fragrant bag of popcorn into your hands.  

"Don't put just everything into your mouth like that. If you're hungry, have some popcorn instead."

You burst into laughter. "No, I'm not hungry." Even so, you drew the bag of popcorn into your lap and inhaled the buttery aroma. At that time, the enormous cloud in front of you, tinted with late afternoon light, parted in two, revealing the entrance to the Premium Viewing Zone.

The white crane aircraft decreased its speed and came to a complete halt. Since you had booked this screening in advance, your white crane was the only one remaining in the area. A quiet atmosphere enveloped you both. When you turned to look at Caleb, you noticed he was gazing at you as well. He grinned, as if ready to say something, but was distracted by the noises from the screening room.

In front of your aircraft, a hologram materialized,accompanied by joyful music. The sky gradually darkened, setting the stage for the movie that had just begun. Your eyes quickly scanned the title, but Caleb was the one to read it aloud:  

“A Day with My Pilot, Ta-ta… If I recall properly, this film was no longer aired for more than a decade. How did you find it?”

You grinned sheepishly; a proud expression on your face could not be hidden any longer. Yet, you just whispered:  

"Of course, I have my own way of finding the movie you loved back in the day. But let's watch it first, shall we?"

Caleb said nothing further but grinned and changed his seating posture to be as comfortable as possible on the chair in the white crane aircraft. The movie began, and you did your best to resist the wave of drowsiness that overwhelmed you shortly after the first ten minutes. Instead of focusing on the TV, your thoughts wandered into the clouds, reminiscing about your childhood.

From a very young age, Caleb decided he would become a pilot when he grew up. The adventures of the character Ta-ta also inspired him. You still recalled Caleb turning on the TV every afternoon after school to watch movies about Ta-ta. Occasionally, you would sit and watch with him; what you remembered most was not the content, but helping him finish all the snacks laid out for you.

Perhaps you could see why Caleb loved this series so much.Ta-ta was a pilot who, after exploring the vast sky, returned to the ground with those he loved. Now, watching that movie again as an adult, it seemed you had gained a different perspective on it. A day with My pilot, Ta-ta was Caleb's most favorite. For it did not feature any adventures in the clouds, but rather the very ordinary moments of Ta-ta. It made you realize that Caleb's wings may sometimes get lonely and exhausted. There would be times he desired to return to a place of peace. To return home.

The movie ended with Ta-ta sitting with the people they loved, watching the sun set. Just like you and Caleb. Looking at him, you caught a smile like that of a child who had just received something he had wished for. However, the date was far from over yet.  

“Wait a moment,” you said to him. “There’s a post-credits scene!”

And, as you expected, his amethyst eyes with orange flecks expanded in astonishment. He said:

"To my recollection, this movie doesn't have a post-credits scene, does it?"  

"Well, it’s normal for a special screening to include some special scenes, of course.”

Having said so, you pulled his arm back so you could both lean against the seat again. You caught Caleb recounting the events of the day mixed with his laughter:  

"Let's see. Today you went to the Fleet's base to pick me up. You even prepared a party for me at my favorite restaurant, complete with a lovely birthday cake. Then I got to watch my favorite childhood movie... Hmm... What other surprises are waiting for me, I wonder?"

You acted mysteriously before grabbing a piece of popcorn from the bottom of the bag and bringing it to his mouth. Caleb nibbled into it, then gently kissed the fingertip of yours. Just then, the holographic image flickered and brightened again. Your voice resonated, but it was not really yours, nor did it come from the position next to him. The sound emanated from the front, where your tiny silhouette appeared.

"The camera’s on! Caleb? Hurry up!"  

Another holographic figure appeared next to the girl. It was a little version of him. Even so, he was almost a head taller than you at the time. 

"Happy birthday, Caleb!" The small girl shouted with a big smile on her face. "Grandma! Have you filmed the cake yet?"  

"Yes, I have filmed it," Grandma Josephine's voice came from behind the lens.  

"Caleb, let's blow out the candles! Oh wait! Have you made a wish yet?"

“You…” Caleb from the present called out for you. His hand found yours, intertwining firmly. “You still have those tapes?”  

“It’s a bit tough since the physical tapes at our old house are no longer there…” you replied, trying to keep your voice calm without being overwhelmed by emotions. “But I managed to find some that can be recovered.”

The pleasant scenario of a three-person family's birthday party emerged. You turned to look at Caleb. He was now so tall and mature. His brilliant eyes, though, remained the same as before.  

"Thank you, pip-squeak! Thank you, Grandma!" Small Caleb said.

The scene in front of you changed, revealing a new film. This time, it was the family’s picnic on Caleb’s thirteenth birthday. Following that were each subsequent birthday celebration displayed on screen. Each occasion was full of laughter and well-wishes. Then more and more people emerged on the holographic screen, including friends and neighbors. Suddenly, it came back to you that Caleb was such a popular kid then.

Gideon appeared on the screen with the friends from DAA. The setting was in the restaurant where Caleb used to frequent during his time training there.  

"Is this the time when I wasn't home?" Caleb asked almost immediately, and you nodded.  

You remembered that day so well since he could not make it back in time for his own birthday party due to a mission. However, you got the notion to record it so he could see it later. It was not until now that the footage was finally brought out.

After each congratulatory message from everyone there, the camera panned to you. The younger version of yourself from a few years ago was gazing directly at the present Caleb. Your holographic self could almost touch him if you got a little closer. Your face was reddened with so many emotions you could not express at that time; so you ended up with a few hurried words before swiftly whispering into the camera and turning it off yourself:

"There’s so much more I want to say to you. But if you don't come back soon, I might forget them... So, hurry back to me!"  

All of the holograms vanished immediately after that, leaving only the sky turning night. Caleb, who had remained silent until then, glanced at you with an expression that contained both astonishment and excitement, and a tinge of regret. He spoke after a lengthy pause:

"What you meant to say back then... Can I hear it now?"  

Caleb suddenly moved closer to you. However, you decided to tease him a little.  

"Huh? I... already forgot."  

So he put on a pitiful puppy face as if you had just shattered his heart.  

"How could you forget something so important?"

"Well, you are always busy flying in the sky," you remarked, gazing up high where the stars began to show, unhindered by any skyscrapers. "Maybe I already asked the wind to carry those words to you a long time ago."  

"What wind is that?" Caleb's forehead wrinkled as he stared at you. "Tell me its name so I can find it and have a chat with it."  

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around Caleb's neck to pull him closer. You said:

"Actually, what I wanted to say in that video was what I already told you the moment you came home."

Caleb's and your noses touched. He grinned after learning what you wanted him to know.  

"Welcome home, Caleb! Thank you for coming back to me safely."  

Perhaps it was the anticipation of being embraced by you, of hearing those sweet words whispered in his ear, that directed every flight of Caleb's head towards a single destination: the ground where you were.  

The white crane aircraft softly rotated, heading out of the Premium Viewing Zone, carrying two hearts pounding in unison as you soared through the night sky.  

"Happy birthday, Caleb!"

[kykyonthemoon]

Schedules

Zayne has a habit of planning everything, including your schedules. Yet that makes many believe he's too controlling of his beloved.

୨ৎ. Zayne x Reader (MC)

୨ৎ. Tags: fluff, slice of life, no y/n as always.

୨ৎ. Word count: 737

୨ৎ. Requested anonymously.

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Doctor Zayne had been sitting in front of the computer screen for nearly half an hour, his hands propped up on the desk and half his face hidden behind them. His intense concentration, even after his shift had ended, had startled Doctor Greyson when he entered the room.

“You’re right on time, Greyson. I need you to take a look at something.”

Doctor Zayne’s sudden words made Greyson feel a little uneasy. He instantly went over his recent work in his head to figure out where the problem might be. Instead, Zayne showed him a timetable filled with his own notes.

“Yes… Doctor Zayne? What is it?” Greyson asked. “This doesn’t look like your schedule, does it?”

“It’s hers,” Zayne replied. “I’m adjusting our schedules. She saw the message over thirty minutes ago and hasn’t responded yet.”

“Maybe she hasn't read it yet? After all, it's lunchtime,” Greyson replied.

Doctor Zayne checked his watch, then continued, “She should have gone to her usual lunch spot by now. Why hasn’t she replied to my text yet? Do you think I should recalculate her travel time?”

Greyson looked over Zayne's schedules on his screen for a long time. 6 AM: Wake up and workout… 12 PM: Lunch… 11PM: Bed time… Her schedule was written in pink, while Doctor Zayne’s was in blue. There were several additional notes as well. Despite Doctor Zayne's reputation for time management, Greyson saw that managing his girlfriend’s time in this manner was something to worry about.

“Can I tell you something, Doctor Zayne? You seem a little… controlling.” 

Zayne cast a quick glance toward Greyson. He added, "You even plan what she eats, where she goes, and what she does at what times. I  absolutely respect your ability to plan things out! But excessive control in a relationship? That’s not good..."

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* *

Zayne picked you up promptly after your shift ended, always on time as if he was never late. He said nothing the entire way home, while you simply shared with him your day.

The drive ended in front of your house. But when you opened your phone to check your schedule for tomorrow, you were surprised.

“Doctor Zayne, where did your notes go?”

You turned to look at Zayne; his face was not very expressive, but you could see the slight waves in his eyes.

"I erased them."

“Huh? Why did you do that? I saw your text at noon. But my phone died. That’s why I couldn’t read it right away…”

Your fingers moved across the phone screen. Even though you both had only recently become boyfriend and girlfriend, you entrusted all the date planning to Zayne. He even helped you alter your schedules so that the two of you could spend more time together.

"Recently, I may have been too controlling of you," Zayne said. His grip on the wheel tightened subconsciously, as if he was suppressing his emotions. "So I thought it would be best to ask you before making any adjustment to your schedules first."

Your astonished eyes shifted from the phone to Zayne. Sometimes, it did feel like he was taking care of you like a baby, from your sleep to your balanced diet. Of course, at first, you were not used to it, as if you had lost some of your freedom. But you knew that Zayne always wanted the best for both of you, so you didn't mind relying on him a bit more. That was why you decided to have him as your personal planner in the first place.

After a minute of thought, you turned to Zayne and said: 

“Actually, you're always excellent at planning. But once in a while, I'd like to do things on a whim. It would be great if we could balance both, right?”

Hearing you say that, Zayne relaxed somewhat. He remembered the conversation he had with Greyson at the hospital. That man even portrayed a situation in which you were a puppet running away from Zayne’s strings. And he had been thinking about it the entire way home. Fortunately, your reaction revealed that he was not the control freak that Greyson had depicted.

Zayne was relieved. He put his hand on your head and softly caressed your hair. He then proceeded to give your cheek a gentle squeeze. 

“Well, you do have fascinating ideas, I must admit. So from now on, let’s plan things together. Is that good?"

[kykyonthemoon]

Hi, Love your writing! would you ever consider uploading them on AO3?

Hello dear.

Thank you so much for your support. I do post my fic on my Ao3 and you are always welcome to visit me there.

Have a wonderful day!!! ︵ ೀ

[kykyonthemoon]

Rain and Tears

You once said that people liked being under the rain because no one could see them cry. Zayne caught you under the rain one day.

୨ৎ. Zayne x Reader (MC)

୨ৎ. Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, emotional hurt, no y/n.

୨ৎ. Word count: 707.

୨ৎ. Requested by PAL.

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As you stepped out of Akso Hospital gate, it began to rain. You looked up, to where the sky was as gray as your mood. The cold, clear drops cut into your skin. And you realized you were crying. 

The warm beads that spilled from your eyelids became frigid. Slowly, strolled down the sidewalk in your Hunter outfit, which was slightly tattered and blood-stained. In the distance, a column of black smoke rose on the horizon, marking the location of the surprise attack right in the city of Linkon.

Upon receiving the news, you rushed to the scene. But no matter how hard you fought against the Wanderers, you could not ensure the protection of all residents. Among those who were transported to the hospital, a little girl could not make it.

You understood that it was not your fault, and the doctors at Akso Hospital did their best. Yet you couldn't stop thinking that if you had run just a little faster, if you had been just a little stronger, things may not have turned out this way.

You waited in the hospital corridor for many hours. Then the physicians emerged from the emergency room with dreadful news.

You reassured Zayne you were alright and could walk home on your own, but every step you took was unsteady and exhausting. The mental and physical burden was overwhelming. At last, unable to move any further, you dropped down on the sidewalk and burst into tears.

The rain became very heavy. You let your feelings dissolve into the chillness of the rain. You lose track of time while sitting there. Once you had calmed down, you raised your head and saw an umbrella covering above. 

Dr. Zayne was standing there. The umbrella provided just enough coverage for you, so his casual clothes' shoulders were somewhat damp. You hurriedly wiped away the tears and tried to rise up, but it seemed like there was no strength left in your body.

Zayne leaned down in front of you. He placed his warm palm on your cheek and softly caressed it. He said:

“Is this how you get home by yourself?”

You forced a smile. Zayne must have felt it was fake too.

“I was just going home… I just…” You tried to keep your voice from trembling, but you left the sentence unfinished. Zayne stroked your face and said:

“You once said that people liked being under the rain because no one could see them cry. Is that why you’re sitting here alone?”

You knew that sacrifices were inevitable in every battle, just as Zayne knew that he could not save everyone. You realized that you were both going through the same thing. If you blamed yourself for not being able to save that little girl, then he was also suffering by witnessing his little patient pass away. Perhaps the only difference was that you could simply sit here and cry, but Zayne would not.

"What about you?…" You grasped Zayne's hand. "When you feel stuck due to circumstances beyond your control... What would you do?"

On such a dreary day, Zayne’s eyes brought rays of warmth. He understood exactly what you were saying and why you were sobbing in the first place.

"I'd do what I can control," Zayne replied. "I'll keep working and researching, so that when I come across the same situation, I can handle it."

“That’s truly something Doctor Zayne would say…” You remarked. No matter what, you could always count on his steadfastness and rely on him.

“So you will continue working now?” You asked, then received a shake of his head from him.

“My shift has just ended. For now, I have a special patient to take care of.”

Zayne leaned towards you. His warmth enveloped you and raised you up. He lifted you up with one arm, resting you on his shoulder while the other hand held onto the umbrella.

“Let me take you home.”

You did not protest. Your arms wrapped around Zayne’s neck to maintain balance. You leaned against him, who had always been steady enough to keep you from falling. Thanks to Zayne, you knew you did not need to hide your tears in the rain alone any longer.

[kykyonthemoon]

Floral Tales • #03

The day Caleb put that ring on Lunaire's hand.

── .✦ This story is a part of my mini-series called "Floral Tales" (Caleb x OC). It's not published in English yet, but I decided to post this piece here to celebrate the couple rings from Caleb in game.

── .✦ Lunaire is my MC/ OC. Her profile will be updated soon as well.

Through the open window, the wind brought the welcome of summer into Elysium Flower Shop. Lunaire was standing by the window, but instead of focusing on arranging flowers into a bouquet, she was staring at her right hand, where a ring was resting on her middle finger, fitting her perfectly.

She moved her hand, tilting it slightly to the left, then to the right. The tiny plane engraved on the ring seemed to be taking flight, gently gliding over the flower bed below with the kiss of the afternoon sun. Lunaire’s mind had been flying as well all day since that morning.

Caleb asked her to meet him at their secret base. He said that he wanted her input on a new aircraft. Lunaire was surprised, not so much by the fact that he wanted to show her his new aircraft (whether it was a model or a real one); it was how nervous he seemed. Having known him most of her life, Lunaire had never seen him so tense; his hands clenched into fists and pressed to his sides as if he were still at the Fleet.

But Lunaire did not ask any questions. She followed Caleb inside the room, which had aged with time and contained many of their shared memories.  It was a safe place they had discovered together so many years ago. He asked her to sit down at the small tea table, where he had carefully selected each flower to set up. 

“Are you okay, Caleb?” she said at last. She touched Caleb’s hand lightly and in secrecy, used her Evol to search for any wounds or discomfort on his body. Knowing that he was fine, she was relieved.

Caleb’s fingers wrapped around hers, in a gentle gesture. He grinned and leaned down until his vision was lower than hers, one knee on the floor. Caleb gave Lunaire’s fingertips tender kisses, then looked up at her. 

“C-Caleb?” Lunaire’s cheeks were as rosy as the flowers that had bloomed that morning.

“You think I’m acting weird, right?” he said. “I’m fine. I just forgot everything I rehearsed saying to you before I came here.”

Lunaire’s eyes widened. What could be so important and secretive?

“So maybe I should stop beating around the bush…”

Caleb lifted Lunaire’s hand, his eyes lingering on her fingers for a long moment. Before she could say anything, the cool touch of metal reached her hand. A sparkling ring had just been slipped onto the middle finger of her right hand.

Caleb’s deep eyes looked at Lunaire, then focused on the ring. He twisted the band gently, until the tiny airplane appeared. He twisted again, and it vanished. Lunaire held her breath as she watched the airplane circle her finger.

At last, Caleb came to a stop. He glanced at her hand with his ring and remarked:

“This plane is called Caleb. It will forever trace its one hidden, unchanging flight path."

Lunaire was not sure how to respond. The emotion and tears blurred her vision. She couldn’t see how all the flowers in the room were blooming in response to her. Yet, she could definitely feel Caleb's dazzling smile, and the little airplane that held the world in her hand.

It was a good thing he let her sit down first; since her legs would fail to stand up at this moment. She quickly wiped away the warm tear that had just rolled down her cheek, but no matter how hard she tried to keep herself calm, all her efforts crumbled as Caleb drew her into his arms.

Lunaire burst into tears, because that was the only way for her myriad emotions to flow out naturally. She could not contain her sincere feelings for him any longer. It was so tremendous, that little Lunaire shivered before it, in his arms.

For countless times, they had expressed their affections to each other, in their own silly ways. They had been together, then fell apart, eventually reunited. None of them could quite name it what it was. This ring appeared to obliterate all the lines that separated them, and it was not until it was on Lunaire's finger that she realized this thing between them was genuine.

“Caleb, you're such a meanie…” She whispered in his ear.

Caleb let her go for a moment, then gently wiped away the tears on her beautiful face with his hands.

“Yeah, I’m a big meanie. I made you cry again. Would you let me make it up to you?"

Caleb rubbed his face on Lunaire’s palm, giving it a gentle kiss. Then he took out a small jewelry box from the pocket of his coat. He opened it.

“Your ring won't be lonely in this world.”

His words referred to the other ring inside the box. But when Lunaire peeked inside, she found nothing but dark velvet. As if she realised something at last, she smiled.

“Of course, but you’re holding it upside down.”

Caleb’s eyes were filled with bewilderment. He looked at the jewelry box and laughed, then adjusted it to its proper position. The ring, made to match Lunaire's, was displayed before her. And she took it out of the box.

“You’re a meanie and a dummy…” Lunaire grasped his hand. “I have to hold on to you tight, or else you’ll wander off somewhere…”

Lunaire held her breath as she slipped the ring onto Caleb’s finger. His gaze never left her face during that moment. Gently, he turned her hand so that it rested on his own, then kissed the ring there.

“No matter where this plane, Caleb, soars, Lu’s fingers will always be its harbor.”

The plane in Caleb’s hand was pointing towards the other one in Lunaire’s. They reunited, and would never be apart again.

Summer had just begun, and so had their new journey.

[kykyonthemoon]

Floating Floraletter

and why it will always be my favorite!!!

‼️ This post contains spoilers for Caleb’s 5 star memory. Read at your own discretion.

‼️ These are just a few words from my perspective after reading the card. I'm aware that each person might have different views, and I'd love to hear from yours too. Please do share your thoughts.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

❀ At first, when I read the title of the card “Floating Floraleter”, I was a bit confused. The “floating” part is quite clear because it refers to Caleb’s boat, Evol (which he uses to make the flowers and MC float). And “Floraleter”? It must be a combination of “floral” and “letter” but I don’t see any letter here. Turns out it’s in the card’s content. And it made me cry.

Since his time at the Academy in Skyhaven, Caleb wrote many letters to MC but didn’t send them. They were all very normal thoughts and reminders he had for her. Yet if she had received them during that time, it would mean that she would never be able to see him again.

Because all those letters were goodbyes that he wanted to say to MC, in case something unexpected happened and he couldn’t come back to her anymore.

All those letters reminded me of the Violet Evergarden episodes; when the mother asked Violet to write a letter to her daughter every year on her birthday because she couldn’t live anymore; or the letters without an address, stacked up at the post office… I felt like this part of the card, although only a few short lines, was enough to be my most favorite so far, because of the emotions it conveyed.

It wasn’t anything grand, it wasn’t anything big, or fancy. Just a few simple lines he sent back to the most important person in his life. It was enough, and sincere. That was all my heart needed.

❀ In addition to the letters that never reached MC, Caleb also kept her photos, and photos of both of them together. He kept them in the most important chip on his aircraft. So that when the time comes and he must go, her image will be the last thing he sees before leaving this world. 😌

❀ Loving a soldier, not only MC but also Caleb always have to face the possibility of never seeing each other again. Caleb states that he also wants to come back as much as MC wishes to see him again. Perhaps it is that small wish of both that makes them try every day, despite all the misunderstandings, the arguments, the distances... to finally truly return home - where each other is. They choose not to say goodbyes, but only hellos. So romantic yet painful at the same time. It makes me cherish peace more than ever, and at the same time remember that separation is inevitable in everyone's life. But if even the desolate land can still grow flowers and grass, then death is only temporary (as the church has taught me that).

❀ There are also some minor details that I probably won’t be able to name them all out here. I love the way MC trusts Caleb unconditionally. He tells her to jump, she does it without hesitation. Because she knows he will always catch her no matter what. I love the way they interact, tease, joke and caress each other. I also love the way MC appreciates him more, understands him and is more proactive with him. If in the previous cards (especially the normal ones) the way MC behaves didn't move me much, then in this card, she shows me the role of being Caleb’s trusted support. Although not much, it is a spark that I hope to see more of in the future.

Let me sum it up by what MC feels: 

I know that no matter what happens, I’m just like him. We always yearn for our home and long to return to each other’s side.

[kykyonthemoon]

Thank you @captivating-flavors for tagging me. 💛

Here are some of my favorites:

— Limerence | Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne

A mental state of profound romantic infatuation, deep obsession, and fantastical longing.

— 7 Days | Caleb

Any seven days in the timeline that we’ve spent together will always be the most beautiful seven days.

— Once Upon A Time, There Was A Jasmine Garden In Elysium | Zayne

She would embrace the notion that she was insane, if it meant she could find him in all the things she did day by day in this place.

— The Witch's Flowers | Xavier

Deep in the heart of the forest, a field of wavy-leaf sea lavenders blossoming with blue tells the story of a young Knight and The Witch whom he was ordered to hunt down…

— Dream Of The Grassland | Sylus

In the grassland full of breezes, you by chance become Sylus’s bride-to-be. Yet you no longer remember anything that ever happened between the two of you and find yourself falling for him all over again.

Lowkey writer here. If you enjoy some fluff with angst, especially AUs for L&D men and MC, please do check out my blog. 💛

Tagging @irandial, @valyvinny, @stelliyue-cafe, @dysphxriaii, @beneathashadytree and anyone who would like to participate. 💛

fic authors self rec! reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love!

thank you for tagging me @mangostarjam 🩷

is it casual now? (hinata shoyo)

notes: probably my favorite shoyo fic I've written, there's just so much of how I imagine him to be in this one and idk I just love the charming, flirty, kind, slightly possessive picture of him I painted here

surreal, but nice (miya osamu)

notes: I wrote it for bloomy's romcom collab and it was sooo much fun to put osamu in a notting hill setting! I still wanna write a part 2 really bad

like real people do (itoshi rin)

notes: I'm really happy with how the dialogue/dynamic in this one turned out, I got to balance sincere love, angst, complicated sibling relationships and hopefully gave rin a break lmao

et nunc et semper (aiku oliver)

notes: ancient rome au is so special to me! I also really love the dialogue, settings and dynamics in this one. I thought no one would be interested enough to read it but everyone has been so immensely nice

should've known better (rengoku kyojuro)

notes: hurt quite a lot of people with this one, sorry! I still adore it

rain is bad luck (shinazugawa sanemi)

notes: my first tumblr fic!!! also first fic I wrote in english :')

all eyes on you my magician (jjk various characters) (dark content)

notes: the secret history au my beloved!!! dark academia my most beloved!!!!! I love this one so much despite the heavy content, this fic probably has my favorite gojo

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[kykyonthemoon]

Where The Maples Whisper

Sylus concealed his wound to avoid disrupting the excursion you had meticulously planned for his birthday. Under the spring maple trees, it seemed that you had gotten closer to him step by step.

𝄞𝄢 Sylus x Reader (MC)

𝄞𝄢 Tags: birthday fic, fluff, healing.

𝄞𝄢 Word count: ~1k3

𝄞𝄢  Inspired by Sylus's birthday card - Where Hearts Live. Happy Birthday, Sylus!

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The warm sunlight dyed the lush green leaves of the maple woodland a beautiful golden. The trail spread out before you, twisting like a stroll through the magnificent setting. It was late afternoon. Scattered under each maple canopy were people walking, occasionally accompanied by their little four-legged friends.

Holding the carefully wrapped box of cakes tightly in one hand, you strode down the path leading to the meeting place. In the other, you held two cups of fragrant maple syrup coffee. As you walked, you were absorbed in thinking about what the two crows who delivered the cakes had told you:

“The boss-man didn’t want to ruin your mood, so he insisted on going, even in this state.”

“Don’t tell the boss-man that we told you about it!”

You exhaled. You planned this excursion to this wildlife park to celebrate someone's birthday. You even baked the cake yourself and requested Luke and Kieran to deliver it over. After almost a day of wandering in the wild, you had prepared a small picnic for him under the maple trees.

Yet he concealed his injuries from you.

When you returned to the meeting place, you saw Sylus leaning against the maple tree. His eyes were closed. The spring wind swept gently across the delicate strands of hair on his forehead. You placed the cake and coffee on the blanket and sat down next to him.

Sleeping soundly as he seemed, you debated for a long time whether you should wake him up. The tiredness on his face was nothing like the eagerness with which he had set out this morning. If you had known he was injured, you would have rescheduled this adventure for another day.

But it was clearly not what Sylus desired. He never wanted you to worry about him. A few days ago, he suddenly left N109 Zone for a secret affair. Nobody told you about it, not even the twins. He returned the day before, but declined to meet with you, only messaging to confirm today's outing. You were a little worried. It turned out that he was indeed injured.

Where was Sylus's pain? The wound must have been exceedingly serious for his body to not have recovered by now. You leaned closer to him, examining him from head to toe. Your fingers did not stay in one place but caressed his face.

"Definitely not here…" You whispered. Your hand proceeded down to his neck, then to his chest, where his powerful heartbeat appeared to respond to every touch from you.

Of course, he had already removed the most noticeable wounds before seeing you. Thinking so, your hand continued to slide down to his stomach.

“…”

Almost immediately, Sylus’s massive hand grabbed yours.

“Are you planning a sneak attack on me, kitten?”

His ruby pupils emerged. They stared at you with both affection and mischief.

"You're too careless, Mr. Boss-man," you responded. "What if it wasn't me, but a wild animal?"

Sylus brushed your wrist, then replied:

“A good hunter knows how to pretend to be the prey. See, I've caught something here."

Sylus lifted your hand proudly. You clutched it and gave him a playful smack on the chest.

“Let’s not forget that I am the real Hunter here.”

Sylus chuckled, letting go of your hand. His gaze shifted to the box of cake you had just brought.

"Another surprise for me?" Sylus inquired.

You started opening the package and took out one small cake. Even though you had arranged a cozy celebration at his house with the twins, Luke and Kieran, you wanted to prepare this cake for him yourself. This would be a private moment between the two of you.

Sylus's face brightened up as he saw the lovely cake you had worked so hard to create. When he noticed you preparing to cut the cake, he swiftly scooped up the tiny plate with eager attention. You thought he looked just like the animals you had just fed at the wildlife park.

However, you did not give him the cake right away and said:

"Wait. Before we eat, you have to tell me something first. Otherwise, I will take this cake back and give it to Mephie."

The eyebrows on Sylus’s sharp face furrowed. He asked: 

“Since when do I have to go through an interrogation to eat my birthday cake?”

“Since you hid your injury from me,” you replied instantly. “Tell me the truth. Where are you hurt?”

Sylus slowly placed the plate back on the blanket and remarked:

“Didn't you perform a check-up on me just now? You found no wound, right?"

You glanced at him for a bit before looking down at his stomach. His reaction when you touched him there earlier seemed to betray the hidden pain.

"Hmm." You bit your lip, attempting to suppress the anxiety rising. “I’ll have to check more carefully just to be sure.”

With that stated, you began tickling Sylus. Before he could defend himself, he collapsed to the ground with your body on top of his. You swiftly lifted your hand to support his head, avoiding the impact that followed. Sylus laughed.

“Isn’t this a bit too thorough, kitten?”

You struggled to get up, yet did not let go of him. Your hands pressed on each area of ​​his stomach, searching for the source of pain. Sylus let you do it with a very calm expression.

“Where?” Your two little hands slid across his tummy.He just lay there enjoying it, looking no different from the little capybara whose belly you had rubbed earlier. Eventually, you gave up.

Sylus reached out for a slight touch on your cheek, smiling: “I'm fine. Really. The twins are just overreacting.”

He was aware that Luke and Kieran would turn him in. Although you were pleased Sylus was all right, you opposed the fact that he kept his injuries hidden.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked.

“Only a tiny wound wouldn't be worth your worries, kitten.”

You frowned. “But I still want to know! Not being aware your wounds would be worse than seeing you get hurt. Even wild animals take care of one another.”

Sylus softly pinched your cheek, smiling gently:

“Then from now on, can I entrust my well-being in your hands?”

You pretended to think for a long time, while a finger secretly swiped across the cake, took some cream and spread it on the corner of Sylus’s mouth. You chuckled when you saw his astonished look. You said:

“Well, let’s see how it goes…”

Then you leaned over again, tasting the sweet cream on his lips.

The afternoon breeze drifted through the maple leaves above. The cake had been enjoyed, and the two cups of coffee were almost empty. Under the tree, you sat, with Sylus comfortably lying on your lap. Your fingertips traced the wind and touched the strands of hair on his forehead. For a moment, there seemed to be a scene where crimson flowers stretched to the horizon, and Sylus lay in your arms just like this before your eyes.

As you blinked, the illusion vanished, leaving simply a resting Sylus in your arms. Then you leaned down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Happy birthday, my dearest Sylus.”

-The End-

[kykyonthemoon]

Call me delulu but I tend to give my L&D birthday fic the title “Where xxx Whispers”.

Now look at Sylus’s birthday trailer ahstradafsjskzjak

[kykyonthemoon]

♡♡♡ Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! xoxox ♡♡♡

Thank you thank you thank you so much 💛

This definitely has made my smile wide all the way to my ears ☺️

I’m a bit shy so… Can I send love to all the blogs that I’m following and followed here? 👉👈 You have all made my day one way or another 🌷

[kykyonthemoon]

‼️ Spoilers - Caleb’s Loneroad Unreturned kindled

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I’m so late behind cause I’ve only found out there are 2 different scenarios depending on the order of the buttons on Caleb’s suit that we tap 🥺

Following the order below will lead him to hold us ⤵️

While any other attempts to tap them in different orders will lead to this scene when he goes all elimination mode and tries to strangle us.

I wonder if that specific order has a special meaning behind it? Why is it the only “right” way to wake him up, to trigger the hug?

[kykyonthemoon]

‼️ This post contains lots of my delulus (and character x oc).

After calming down, I decided to make this delulu post, for no other reason than to hype over my own headcanons (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

I've been screaming for a real cyborg myth for Caleb since January, because a bionic arm with flesh covering it wasn't enough for me (￣ヘ￣) Finally, my expectations are met 🙏

A rough list of things I like in this new trailer:

Dystopia - cyberpunk theme. Needless to say, I'm crazy about these AUs.

Robots/Experiments. Not just a mechanical arm but an entire machine.

SHORT HAIR MC. SHORT HAIR MC. SHORT HAIR MC. Important things must be said three times. You know, I've been building a short hair MC|OC specifically for Caleb (her name is Bubble). 

Still related to Bubble/my headcanons: Following the profile I'm building for her, she's an experiment, a weapons of destruction created in the lab. She has two forms; her cyborg form even has wings.

Her profile is not complete yet but I do post short pieces for her here and there, mostly in my first language (Viet).

MC's weapon this time is a wand. WAND. I love wands, I love long range attacks, I love this weapon. Not to mention it reminds me of the time when I played Phantasy Star Online. 

Yesterday I dreamed about the plot about Caleb being a robot, now it's here?! 🙏 Must be the signal of the universe 🙏

From the scripts in the trailer, I guess Caleb and MC were both created in the lab, to be machines to save Philos, or to seek for another planet that humans can live on? There’s something wrong with Caleb, especially with his memory. Based on his old myths and tropes, I think the plot of the new one won't stray too far from the current timeline (where they grew up together, or created for the same purpose - separated - reunited while he has got himself in trouble). 

Let's see how the story will be cooked this time. 🙏

Things I've written for Bubble and Caleb prior to the new trailer 🙏

[kykyonthemoon]

Urgent Message

Receiving Rafayel's urgent message, you immediately ran to his studio only to be assigned a very important task.

୨ৎ. Rafayel x Reader (MC)

୨ৎ. Tags: just pure fluff, short and sweet, no y/n as always

୨ৎ. Word count: over 500w

୨ৎ. Requested by Minh Ngọc.

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You sprinted to Rafayel's workshop on a scorching day. The gate was opened, so you dashed inside with the Hunter's pistol in hand.

“Rafayel? Are you okay?”

You pushed the living room door open with your foot, aiming the muzzle toward the areas you suspected the enemy would hide. But in the sunlit room, there was just Rafayel reclining on the couch.

"Rafayel?"

You rushed to his side to wake him awake. Rafayel slowly opened his eyes. He answered softly, “You… are here… Miss Bodyguard?…”

"Are you hurt?" You quickly examined Rafayel before he could respond. Despite your concern, he just questioned: 

“I got hurt?”

You held out the phone to him. It still displayed his most recent message: Come to the studio and save me! This is an emergency!

“So, where are the Wanderers?”

Rafayel, remaining on his couch, piped up:

“There are no Wanderers. But a fish that is about to die.”

He pointed at himself. You frowned. At last you understood what the real “emergency” Rafayel had mentioned in his message was.

"So you called me here for no reason?" Your voice was somewhat irritated, and you privately criticized Rafayel for making a joke about something as serious as his own safety. His thought was different, though. He responded:

“Of course there is a reason. You are my bodyguard. When it comes to something as crucial as my existence, you must get involved!”

Your arms crossed, you looked down at Rafayel on the couch.

“What about your existence? You just can't stand the heat, Rafayel.”

“That is why I need you here. To take me back to the ocean before it is too late…”

Silence fell in the room. Outside Rafayel’s studio, the waves lapped softly, carried by the wind that brought the heat and salty aroma into the room. Finally, you spoke:

“The ocean is literally just a few steps from your house, Rafayel.”

Just by stepping outside, he could reach the sea. But Rafayel insisted on your presence, on a rare morning when you had the day off from work. You sighed.

“But I’m exhausted from this heat,” Rafayel said, his eyes welling up. “I can’t… I can’t sit up anymore…”

His frail arm extended out to you as he buried his face in the cushion on the couch.

“If Miss Bodyguard hadn’t come to save me, I would’ve become a dried fish here!”

You pushed his hand away, replying, “Let me stay and witness what kind of dried fish you would become.”

Rafayel’s sullen expression was amusing. He waved his hand at you again before grabbing your arm and gently tugging.

“Come on… How can Miss Bodyguard bear to see me perish like this? I want to go to the beach, with you. Would you be so kind?…”

You knew it was merely his attempt to spend more time with you. Your busy work schedule has recently made it difficult for you to find a day off like this. Perhaps he was hurt that you weren't spending as much time with him anymore. In the end, you gave in and grabbed Rafayel’s hand, pulling him up.

“All right, I’ll go with you. But you can't get away with that emergency message just yet. I was really worried.”

Rafael's face lightened up. He appeared as fresh as a just watered flower. He responded: 

“Then let me make it up to you with an unforgettable day at the beach. What do you say?”

[kykyonthemoon]

Run Bunbun, RUN.

[kykyonthemoon]

It always makes me kick my feet, giggle, can’t stop smiling, even cry whenever a reader says they feel something from my fic 🫶

So writers joke a lot about "drinking the tears of our readers", but I want to be so honest with you when I tell you that making you cry isn't our real goal. Making you feel is.

Kicking your feet? Giggling? Can't stop smiling? And yes, crying? Feeling anything, everything. That's our goal. That means we did The Job.

[kykyonthemoon]

A Surprise For Him

After more than a month of training and being apart, you unexpectedly returned to Linkon without notice to surprise him.

୨ৎ. Rafayel x Reader (MC)

୨ৎ. Tags: just pure fluff, cute and sweet, phone calls, no y/n as always

୨ৎ. Word count: ~800w

୨ৎ. Requested by Yuki

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Rafayel went home with the beautiful moonlight overhead. The antique camera was slung around his neck. He gripped it in one hand while hastily searching his pocket for his phone. 

The first name that flashed on the screen was undoubtedly the girl he adored the most. He tapped the call button. One beep, two beeps, then three… He waited forever but you didn’t pick up. Rafayel regarded the phone in his fingers with a serious gaze.

You must be busy. With the new training program, the Hunters Association had sent you to another city for two months. Sixty days may not seem like much when compared to the lengthy life of a Lemurian like him, but it did not help the time pass any faster.

Rafayel missed you. He did not even try to hide it. The hour-long calls every night, the emails of encouragement every day, the pictures he took of the beautiful but empty landscape without you… He poured all his heart into them. When you get accustomed to someone's presence in your life, their absence creates an even greater void.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Rafayel sighed and kept strolling along the lonely street. He fiddled with the camera in his palm, thinking about the photos he had taken at the festival and how he wanted to show you when you returned home. Then his phone rang. 

Rafayel picked up almost immediately.

“Where have you been, my Miss Bodyguard? It’s ten past three. What if something happened to me in those three minutes? Like… I could trip over my paintbrush and fall. Or a thief could steal those precious pictures I wanted you to see, along with my camera…”

“Rafayel!” You giggled on the other end of the phone. “I haven’t forgotten our nightly ten o’clock call.”

“Then what did you do in those three minutes?”

“I… just had some work to do.”

If you were here, you would have seen the sullen look on Rafayel’s face. But he just replied:

“No matter how much work you have, you have to rest on time.”

“I understand. Don't worry.”

You happily told him about your day. Then it was his turn to talk about the festival on the other side of the beach that he had just attended.

“…I took a lot of pictures. I should mail them to you.”

“You don't have to do that.”

Rafayel had just entered the little road leading to his studio. He was a little saddened when he heard that. You quickly added:

“Actually, I want to see the pictures with you by my side.”

"Huh? You mentioned that the facility where you were training was really secure, and I wasn't even permitted to see you," Rafayel recounted what you had said the day you had departed.

“That’s true.”

"So I have to wait another two weeks to see the photos with you?"

A few seconds of silence elapsed. You, like Rafayel, must have sensed that time was moving way too slow. Then, on the other end of the line, you spoke:

“We don’t have to wait that long. We can see them now.”

Rafayel was astonished. He asked: “How? I might not be able to find a seagull that can fly that fast to your side.”

His Miss Hunter chuckled.

"Just open the gate."

Rafayel didn't understand what you meant. However, he was already in front of the studio gate. He recalled locking it before leaving, but a little push revealed that it was wide open. While he was standing there, he heard your voice calling his name.

"Rafayel!"

He heard your call, loud and clear as if you were present and not on the phone. Then, your figure rushed forward from nowhere and your arms were thrown around his neck.

It was you. It was really you.

“Am I in a dream?” Rafayel’s lips moved. He held you tightly, spinning you around with your feet dangling a few inches off the ground. When he put you down, you said, smiling:

“My training wrapped up early. Sorry for not telling you sooner. I wanted to see this surprised face of yours so much.”

You lifted your hands and softly pinched Rafayel's cheeks. As soon as you arrived at the airport, you rushed right to his studio. You were in such a haste that your hair was a mess. Rafayel gently brushed it with his hand, then grinned.

 “Now I'd want to see how frantic you were when you raced here. That would be a sight. Let's go inside. I’ll cook something for you while you take a look at my pictures, okay?”