#aether g/t

[litenmyra]

Borrower Aether & Neuvillette - Introduction (Genshin Impact G/T)

A very very short chapter introducing the two main subjects of the fic! I wanted to test the waters with writing, and a chapter fic at that, so I'm making something off of an idea I've had for a while now! I am actually writing this without having even entered Fontaine in the AQ (still not done w/ Sumeru's) but I adore Neuvi too much not to make something g/t related with him in it! I urge anyone who sees any mistakes with my grammar, spelling, missing words, etc. to point me the right way so I can make this a learning journey too. Otherwise I hope you all enjoy this small introduction! <3 Warnings: Spoilers for the 4.2 Archon quest! Probably incorrect french to, I used the translator for it, so if someone knows french please tell me if it the right way to spell "the little café"

The pitter-patter of the rain was relentless. Shaking the glass panes with each hit, accompanying it too was the rolling thunder that without mercy grated the smallest of critters' ears.

However, certain small creatures were happy with the lengthy periods of rain. Aether could easily be described as such an example. For a borrower like himself it was nothing short of a blessing with how the rain easily drowned out his steps and tinkering with even the smallest of drizzles. Running inside these stone walls, however, humans would not be able to hear him either way. On top of that, he didn’t even have to hide from any rodents where he now resided. The odd spider or pill bug was all that Aether had witnessed.

No, how Aether would consider himself more than blessed this time, was how the man occupying the office the borrower usually roamed through was always out of it the moment the day's forecast predicted as much as the smallest of drops. Almost as if the water magnetized him. Never would he question the habits of this strange man, in part afraid that it would jinx his opportunities to scour the place for things easily offered up when the large room was empty. The small blond faced the large blue window from where he stood on the desk, making sure all was quiet within the room. The rain had been going on for a while, so no amount of caution taken was too much when in his shoes.

The coast was clear as springwater. 

With a silent tact he made his way over to the teacup that was ever so perfectly placed in its everyday spot. 

He put a foot into the handle, slightly testing the fullness of the cup with his own weight, making sure there was no wobble to it. The teacup remained steady, showing no signs of tipping over, even as he now balanced his whole body on the porcelain. As expected. 

With a practiced meticulousness, Aether used his momentum and swung himself up onto the rim of the teacup to see his usual reflection mirroring him in the clear water below. Bingo!

He quickly fetched the handsewn leather pouch that adorned his belt, bringing it to the surface to scoop up some of the water. The pouch filled smoothly, sagging with the liquid it now carried. 

Aether took a piece of twine and twisted it around the lip of the pouch, easily tying it back onto his belt.

 Done! And now ready for- Wait. 

The rain had abruptly started to recede outside.

The boy strained his ears, remaining unmoving for a second. Okay, the room was just as silent as it had been only a moment ago. Aether knew however, that after the rain came sunshine, and having observed the man who worked within these walls, with sunshine the office would all too soon be occupied once more. 

Hopping off the cup, there was no time to spare. He was quick down the desk, with a whip of his hand the hook came loose, he gathered it as he ran off to the crack in the wall. 

He would have more rainy days ahead to take advantage of, and as he had quickly caught on during his stay here, was that there was no shortage of rainy days. – The Iudex entered his office with heavy shoulders. Yet, having met briefly with Lady Furina on his way back, he couldn’t help but feel that today's burdens had lifted, if only ever so slightly. They had discussed nothing short of the mundane, Furina had more and more to tell on that particular front. Neuvillette couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at remembering the immensely vast types of pasta that the woman had shown him when she had also given him a little shopping haul. It seemed she’d never tire of it.

As with any busy day, however, for both former Archon and Chief Justice, their duties had led their meeting to an end. 

It was no coincidence that after the small chat between both, the skies had cleared enough for the sun to shine through upon the city again. The man settled in his chair, looking at the relatively scarce pile of paperwork compared to the new documents he stashed just beside them. With all this day had brought him, good and bad, he just needed a small refresher. Neuvillette reached for the teacup that was placed in its usual spot, bringing it to his lips. Sipping carefully on the water in it. No longer was he surprised by the slightly leathery taste it carried. It used to surprise him, as it had never occurred merely a few months prior, but he figured that with the new upholstering of the furniture in the room, the leathery smell had lingered. Nevermind that, the freshness of the water still overpowered it. Placing the cup back onto its coaster, Neuvillette eyed the documents before him. They read of a case he had scheduled the following week. It read about suspected thievery in ‘La Petite Pâtisserie’, a café just south of the court. Cozy, was the general word of mouth that had reached Neuvillette. Dutifully reading the case, the old dragon caught sight of something peculiar; a single ‘a’ in the lines of words appeared to have been smudged. This was nothing unusual per say, excess ink bringing with it stains was not something rare, especially with the printing press’ newfound popularity across the nation. Heaven’s know how often the printing blocks needed a clean, and with time a replacement, as the surfaces were worn down and rendered insufficient. 

He had gotten to know most about this when he not too recently had a case on his table regarding the growing urgent matter of the suppliance of letter blocks, yet how difficult that was to achieve with their costly production; many of the industries involved in the procedure had suffered losses when their major deals with big magazines and newspapers had been nullified, as inevitably the cost, the production, and the wearing all had resulted in nothing short of illegible prints. But the details of that legal case were of no significance right now. The orderly man brought his gaze closer to the document. It was an almost insignificant imprint to the average person, were you to skim through it all it would look like nothing but an innocuous spillage, but Neuvillette could discern it clearly from the odd ink blot. Yes, the letter’s ink had bled into what almost looked like a small shoe print. The Chief Justice raised a brow at this discovery.

‘How intriguing.'

[cyanophen]

ik it's been a while since i postes a g!aether comic

(i suggest clicking on then swiping to see each frame to see it better)

the ending is rushed ik, but i needed to get this done before 9:30 so I can fix my routine

[cgartstuff]

Alright, I drew it quite while ago, when Wanderer had his first banner, and I never really share it anywhere, since I don’t have suitable media for G/t stuff with humans, but now seems like I have it 👀

[bedrockbros1213]

Haha- since I'm having issues writing, Lemme hit you with a concept.

Yandere cat-hybrid anemo boys with a mouse- hybrid reader,could be macro/micro or even just normal sizes.

But like-I feel like theres alot of writing potential there....Really I don't mind anyone using it (just lemme know if you do so I can read!). If I can think of a good plot I'll more then likely write it. Just wanted to get it out there tho!

[tezu-tenudi]

thinking about Smallbedo. Is Aether gonna be there with him. Will they be tiny together. Do they get to take turns being small for each other. I need to know

[dreamyautumns]

Are you still making the gaming fic? (I hope this doesn't bother you)

Yes! I am still working on my Gaming fanfic❤️ and no worries! It’s not bothering me at all! I just have a lot to accomplish😓

"Oi, Aether! Speed up; we're gonna be late to Chenyu Vale!" Paimon yells.

"Coming!" Aether shouts up. The blonde traveller hoists himself over a cliff and dusts himself off. His floating companion peers over the side of the mountain and looks down at the foggy valley beneath them.

"Everything looks so small from up here! Aether, look at that terrace near the water!"

Aether takes a look over the edge of the mountain as well and smiles down at the landscape below. "Oh yeah... it's real nice! Check out that river, too... the lotus flowers are very big..."

Paimon spins over to the side and points to a large, dense patch of fog. "Hey, look over there! What do you think is in all that fog?"

Aether thinks for a moment. "I'm not sure; do you wanna go take a look once we get to our destination?"

Paimon freezes, then looks away bashfully. "Paimon d-doesn't really do good with foggy places... maybe we could go someone else instead!"

Aether pats her on the head and gets up from leaning over. He then looks up at the sun and smiles.

I wonder what Qiaoying Village will be like. Hopefully, we can take a rest before we make it to the wharf.

Aether stops for just a moment. Paimon turns to him out of concern.

"What's the matter, Aether?"

The blonde traveller draws his sword and points to the distance. "What... is that?"

Paimon squints herself and suddenly lets out a shriek. "WAH!! There's something coming out from behind the mountain!"

The cliff beneath them suddenly begins to tremble. Aether grabs Paimon's hand and holds the fairy girl close to protect her. He points his sword forward as whatever was approaching comes closer. The trees behind them rattle, and the pebbles near their feet jump. Paimon was too busy panicking to notice what Aether had seen.

The cliff beneath them was cracking. The blonde looked behind them and tried to dash to the side. However, it was too late. The cliff came tumbling down, and with it went Paimon and Aether.

"AHHH!!!" Paimon shrieked. Aether put his sword away and covered her head to protect her from their fall.

"HANG ON!!"

A loud, reverberating voice called for them. Aether couldn't even turn his head to look behind them before something huge and dark came swooping in. Aether could feel his body hit something soft and warm beneath him as Paimon's wails kept going.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, I got you guys! Don't worry!" the unfamiliar voice reassures them. Aether turns and looks behind him. He then freezes.

Someone had caught them, but it wasn't just anyone. The one that had saved him was a giant...!

~

Aether rubs his eyes with his left hand to ensure he wasn't dreaming. Paimon realizes they have stopped falling and looks behind herself.

"WAHH!! A GIANT!!!"

The giant's passionate and sparkling eyes fill with worry as he lowers his hand. "Please calm down! I don't mean any harm; I'm sorry if I scared ya! My name's Gaming, what about you guys?"

Aether releases Paimon and looks down at Gaming's palm, which was what they had been caught in. He then looks up and puts an arm out to shield the fairy girl.

"You... won't hurt us, right?" Aether asks.

"What? No, of course not!!" Gaming's voice raises as he goes on the defensive, rattling the mountainsides again. Paimon covers her ears as Aether puts his hands up.

"H-hey, no worries! No need to shout, ok?"

Gaming sighs, blowing a gust of wind at the traveling duo. "Sorry about that... it just really bugs me when people assume I'm gonna hurt them just because I'm really big."

"Aether, let's go! Paimon's got a bad feeling! He's gonna eat us!" Paimon yelps, tugging on Aether's sleeve. Gaming looks offended by this remark.

"What?! Now that's outrageous! I'd never EAT someone! Who do you think I am, a monster?!"

"AHHH!! He's yelling at Paimon!!" Paimon wails. She hides behind Aether, who lowers his guard slightly.

"I apologize for my friend! She's just very jumpy!" Aether calls up.

Gaming shakes his head, but suddenly perks up. "Hang on a sec... I think I've got something she'll like- aha!"

Gaming reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wrapped snack. He then rips the package off it and holds the tiny treat to them.

Paimon stops being scared and peeks over Aether's shoulder. "W-what's that?"

"Winter Melon Cake! Kids at Yilong Wharf love this, so here ya go!"

Paimon curiously takes the cake and mumbles for a moment. "Paimon isn't a kid..." The fairy girl then takes a bite.

Her fear suddenly seems to dissipate completely. Paimon's eyes light up as she scarfs down the rest of the cake. "WOW! No one evil would ever give Paimon a scrumptious cake like that! All is forgiven now!"

Aether can't help but smile. Gaming laughs himself and lowers the two onto the ground. The giant kneels on one knee and smiles at them.

"See? Not so big and bad, am I?" Gaming asks. Aether turns to him and looks up.

"Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. And I really appreciate you saving me and Paimon. I'm Aether, and-"

"You're the hero of Liyue Harbor! I've heard of you, but I just never knew your name! You're awesome!" Gaming eagerly shakes Aether's hand between two of his fingers, rattling the blonde back and forth. Aether lets go and regains his balance.

"So... you must've been that thing causing all the shaking! You gotta be more careful, Gaming..."

"Oh my Seven! I caused the cliff to collapse?!" Gaming asks, horrified. He seemed incredibly apologetic as he bowed to them. "Please, forgive me! I didn't mean to!"

"Paimon HOPES you're sorry! Just for that, you deserve an ugly nickname! How about... Mr. Bigfoot?!"

Gaming gets up and tilts his head before laughing. "That's so silly! Ah, you're funny, kid!" He reaches a finger down and ruffles her hair, which makes Paimon angry.

"HEY! No fair picking on Paimon just cause Paimon's tiny!"

Aether can't help but chuckle. "So, Gaming, where you headed?"

"Oh! I'm on my way to Qiaoying Village; why?"

"You mind helping us out? We're trying to get to Yilong Wharf. Are we going the right way?"

Gaming stands up to his towering height and looks around. Aether can't help but feel intimidated.

Yikes... it's a good thing this guy's nice...!

Gaming points to the northwest and smiles. "Over there! I just made my most recent delivery there."

"Ok, thanks!" Aether calls up. "Paimon, if you're finished, let's go. Ok?"

Paimon eats her cake and smiles, rubbing her belly. She then floats over to Aether and eagerly points. "Ready!"

"Wait!"

Aether pauses and looks up at the giant. Gaming bends down and extends his palm to them.

"Hop on! I can carry you!"

"You sure? I wouldn't wanna be a bother..." Aether states.

"Yeah, I don't mind! Let's go!" Gaming urges them. Paimon smiles and floats into his hand, sitting down. Aether jumps in as well as the giant lifts them into the air and turns to the north. "Off we go!!"

With that, they were now well on their way to making it to Yilong Wharf.

[mousepatta]

Is dottore keeping aether in his pockets ?

I feel that his mood would be chiper having his adorable tiny child around and everyone around him including the other fatui would be on edge cause of it.

Dottore definitely does keep Aether with him at most times because he gets a bit paranoid considering all of Aether's nearly successful escape attempts.

(Rambling under the cut)

I would say he's a bit more secretive as well, not wanting other Fatui members to know about Aether once he gets attached (including most of his subordinates). If word gets out that he has the traveler in his lab, the chances that Dottore will be able to just keep him there indefinitely are…low. Since many know the traveler by name and word-of-mouth, rather than appearance, Dottore gives Aether an outfit change and tells him to respond to a different name. Aether refuses to go along with said plan, volunteering the information more often than not in hopes that word of where he is will get out.

Subordinates who are closer to the doctor will see Aether from time to time, mostly during escape attempts or when Aether gets fed up and goes free-range. They have been instructed to not harm him, so they don't really know what to do whenever they see him. No one really wants to risk angering the doctor by disobeying orders, but with Aether’s refusal to stay still, it can be difficult to apprehend him without potentially causing some harm. Overall, the vibe is very tense. Typically, this results in Dottore getting called in to handle it, which he will complain excessively about. The aftermath of events such as this is Dottore putting Aether in a spare bottle that he keeps in his coat. Aether will do anything to avoid this, which usually just means that he tires himself out before he gets caught.

The sound-proof bottle is also implemented during Fatui meetings. As much as Dottore doesn't want any permanent harm to befall Aether at the hands of any other harbingers, he also doesn't want specifically Childe finding out anything about it. Dottore knows he would be less than thrilled about losing his favorite sparring partner, therefore being more inclined to help. The doctor doesn't like bringing Aether to meetings with other harbingers, but ultimately weighed it against leaving Aether to his own devices for hours on end.

Dottore will try to scare Aether into compliance if he believes he's getting too out of control. I haven't decided if Dottore trusts Pantalone enough in this universe to plan out a scare with him. Something along the lines of foisting him onto another harbinger, so Dottore can show up to “save” him and give an ‘it could be so much worse’ type of speech.

Aether will also occasionally sneak out just to break things around the lab out of spite. This provokes the same response in any lab workers where they do their best to stop any serious damage without fully handling Aether. This results in a lot of the lab workers having very mixed feelings about Aether. He slows production and ruins perfectly good work, but it's also such a weird scenario overall, so it can be hard to get too mad at him without feeling absurd. It does certainly break up the monotony of a work day.

Dottore ultimately does like a good chase, so he will let Aether get farther along with any shenanigans before showing up to dash his hopes.

[valentinos-corner]

Sizeshifter traveller, anyone?

As requested by @goblinunderabridge, I have made some Genshin g/t. I had the idea to make it so that the Traveller sizeshifted with their element, so in Liyue they’re huge, in Sumerian they’re tiny, in Inazuma they’re a minigiant, and in Mondstadt they don’t really change at all.

[goblinunderabridge]

:O YOU LIKE GENSHIN/HSR?

give me an excuse to draw genshin/hsr g/t, I dare you

EXCUSE

BOOM BOOM BOOM

UHHH you could do sizeshifter traveler I feel like that would kinda make sense cause of the whole switching elements and bro being a whole alien thing

[beeschmee]

all part of the colonel's plan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ word count: 7.5k

⊹ ࣪ ˖ p a i r i ng: farspace fleet colonel caleb x mc

⊹ ࣪ ˖ summary: your mission was simple: sneak into skyhaven and escape with the final aether core fragment, right under the farspace fleet's nose. you weren't prepared to fall right into a trap created by the fleet's new colonel.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ t a g s: mdni, explicit sexual content, fem! reader, jealous! caleb, unprotected sex, light bondage, dry humping, orgasm denial, inappropriate use of evol, biting, pet names, cunnilingus, p in v, breeding, light praise

⊹ ࣪ ˖ n o t e: hii guys! the brainrot for this man is unreal, and i just needed to write something, so i hope you enjoy~ not proofread so enjoy the chaos! thanks for reading 𖹭 ao3. banner: me. dividers: cred

When you accepted the mission to search for a lead on the aether core, you hadn’t expected it to be easy. Skyhaven was new territory for you and your information on the Farspace Fleet was few and far in-between. Yet, when you ran into that frazzled cadet, it was like candy falling into your lap.

Her uniform was snug against your body as you flattened out any wrinkles that appeared during the change. The girl barely could barely thank you before darting off into an alley. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. You saw your fair share of scared recruits during your time in the academy.

Placing the uniform cap on your head, you take a deep breath before heading towards the crime scene tape on the other side of the street. The smell of ash and burning wood fill your nostrils as you get closer to the decimated property. A similar memory flashes in your mind, threatening to pull you back below its depth, but you push forward. Now cannot be the time to falter.

You stop in front of a commanding officer and salute them, waiting for their nod before ducking under the tape. The breath you were holding loosens from your lungs as you approach the remains of the house in front of you. You refuse to let your eyes linger on the charred front patio, pulling your cap further down your head to block your view of it as you pass.

Focusing on the task at hand, you head towards the backyard. Near the pool, you can sense something pulling you to the bushes. The feeling is faint but unmistakable.

You nod to fellow cadets and officers as you pass. The air is filled with chatter and commands thrown around, causing further chaos, as the fleet is trying to balance an investigation and the return of their Colonel at the same time. The distraction is much appreciated.

You crouch before the bushes, reaching into the vines to search for the presence pulling you in. Thorns scrape against the exposed flesh of your wrist, drawing tiny pinpoints of blood to the surface. You wince as you lean further in, grasping at air. The further you look for this presence, the less you feel it. A frustrated sigh escapes from your lips.

“Is there a problem, Cadet?” A masculine voice speaks up behind you.

You jolt to your feet, ignoring the pain of the thorns trying to hold onto you. The man in front of you is older, probably in his late 40s, and is looking at you with all the contempt in the world.

“No, sir.” You shake your head, then gesture to the bush behind you. “I was looking for any additional evidence that may have been blown back by the explosion.”

The man doesn’t even blink as he stares down at you. You bite your tongue to stop you from rambling off useless lies. He doesn’t trust you, that much you can tell. Yet, he simply nods his head after a few more seconds of silence.

“Carry on, Cadet. This area needs to be cleared within the hour. It’s set to rain soon.”

You swiftly nod your head, holding onto the cap so it doesn’t fly off. The officer scoffs at the notion and walks away, immediately yelling similar orders to the other officials by the house. Once you feel comfortable that he won’t turn back around, you continue your search amongst the foliage. The presence from before is faint, almost nonexistent, and the fear of failure starts to creep along the edges of your mind.

Bending your knees into a squat, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Even if the aether core isn’t here, it’s close by. It has to be.

Opening your eyes, you reach your hand out to part the branches to look further into the bushes. You’re leaning forward to examine the area when a blunt force slams into the back of your head. The air rushes from your lungs and a ringing drills into your ears before darkness takes over.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Memories of gentle laughter and playful fighting war against the sounds of crashing waves as you wave in and out of consciousness. The world feels as though it is spinning. Your head is splitting apart, pain rippling from the back of your skull to your temples. As you come to, your head refuses to lift up, the muscles in your neck sore and locked in place.

It takes an unreasonable amount of strength to pry your eyes open. Even with the little amount of light in the room, you can’t help but squint against the pain. Everything is blurry no matter how much you blink. You try to reach up and rub your eyes, but your hands won’t move. They can’t move.

You’re cuffed to the chair you’re in.

Panic quickly starts to creep in as you take in your situation. You wiggle your feet, only to find them just as restrained as your hands. Pulling your hands against the metal band holding you down, you flinch at the persistent stinging from the cuts on your wrist. A whimper escapes through your clenched teeth as your wrist jams against the restraint, unable to squeeze through.

Somewhere behind the chair, you hear a door open. Your body stiffens as the realization of your situation sets in. You’re trapped.

“I’d be careful. You don’t want to break those slender wrists, would you?” A voice from behind you asks.

In your semi-conscious state, something about that voice prickles the hairs on the back of your neck. Despite the person’s warning, you continue struggling against the metal bands, trying to figure out a trick to get out. Heavy footsteps echo throughout the dark room, leisurely approaching you.

“Persistent as always,” the voice mutters, your ears barely catching the words.

One more useless tug and you resign from the meaningless action. You’re thoroughly stuck. It doesn’t help that your head feels like a ton of bricks and then some. The tension of your position is surely causing knots to form all along your shoulder and back.

The person takes another 10 steps, you count. There’s silence for a long moment and then the sound of a heavy fabric bristling. The feeling of warm air on the side of your cheek causes you to flinch, jerking away from the sudden sensation. They let out a seemingly exasperated sigh before the warmth leaves you, their body pulling back.

“I’d say that I’m surprised to find a traitor in our midst.” The voice states louder. “But, I made it so easy for you. I’m almost disappointed by how easy you fell for my trap. I mean, come on. Wasn’t that incident almost too familiar?”

The ringing in your ear fades away as you focus on the voice now positioned in front of you. A voice that has your heart lurching into your throat, threatening to spill out. It can’t be.

The footsteps resume and you listen to how they reposition behind you. Their warmth radiates on your back. They’re too close.

Suddenly, two leathered hands run over your shoulder toward your neck. You try to yank away from their touch, but they have you caged in. Something cold slides against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as it circles your throat. Click.

“A perfect fit.” The voice is quiet, as if they’re talking to themself.

There’s a boyish lilt to the deep voice that causes an ache in your chest. Your brain is arguing with what your heart realizes all too fast. Memories of that same voice, but lighter and more carefree, echo in your mind. Your hands clench against the armrests, trying to grind yourself to reality. A corpse can’t speak.

One of the hands leaves your neck, lightly tracing a path down to your shoulder before dropping away. The other lets the metal band rest against the base of your neck before wrapping your throat. The leather material is rough against your skin. Your body breaks out into a cold sweat as it tightens ever so slightly against your windpipe.

Slowly, your head is being pulled up. Pain pulses across your skull to your spine as the person behind you straightens your posture. Their thumb and index finger move up slightly until they’re pushing up your jaw, forcing your head up.

You try to take in the room as your position changes, but your gaze halts at the view in front of you. Across the room is a glass wall. You stare back at yourself in the one-way glass as your vision clears up. Whether it be fear or denial, you almost want to beg the hand to let you go, to let your chin fall back against your chest, so that you don’t have to look.

But, you were always a curious one.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness and take in the sight of the hand wrapped around your throat. It tightens just a little bit more, restricting your airway enough to make your brain feel fuzzy.

“You always did like to make me wait, pipsqueak.”

With that damning admission, your pulse rages against his fingers. Your eyes flick up to the reflection of the person, the world freezing around you.

A dead man stands behind you. His finger taps against your pulse as he smiles at you. Never losing eye contact, he leans down until his lips are grazing the shell of your right ear.

“Did you miss me?” Goosebumps raise all over your body.

“Caleb.” Your voice is raspy and the sounds get stuck in your throat, threatening to choke you.

“The one and only.” He presses a light kiss to your temple.

He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t explain how he’s standing in front of you. Your world as you know it is cracking and crashing around you, and he’s just there. Tears spring up faster than you can force them away. They pool in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision of the living ghost behind you.

Caleb steps back around, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he wipes the tears from your eyes. You flinch at how cold his hands are; the sensation shocking you. “Now, now, pips. I expected a big hug from you when I imagined this moment.”

His words betray his actions as he crouches in front of you, his hands tracing the skin around the restraints. He doesn’t move to release you from them. A laugh bubbles up and escapes your lips as you take in this foreign version of your best friend. Gone is the childish Caleb you knew so well. This man may look like him, but the energy around him is suffocating. Harsh lines decorate his face and his smile doesn’t reach his dim purple eyes.

“Hard to hug a dead man when you’re chained to a chair.”

His thumb digs into your wrist for a brief moment, the pain jolting up your arm. He shakes his head.

“I see you haven’t lost that attitude of yours, princess.” The pet name drips off his tongue condescendingly. “That’s okay. It’s to be expected since I’ve been gone for so long. There was no one around to work it out of you. But, I’m here now.”

“And how are you here, exactly?” You lean forward, sneering at the man. “Last I checked, you should be 6 feet under in Linkon Cemetery.”

“I know it’s all confusing now, and I don’t expect you to understand. Not yet. But, aren’t you happy? Your “big brother” is back.”

You spit in his face. His facade drops ever so slightly. Reaching up, his thumb wipes it off his cheekbone. With eyes never leaving yours, he licks the dribbling spit off his gloved appendage. A groan slips past his lips. The sight has butterflies blooming deep in your stomach.

“Gentle, pips. There’s more than one pair of eyes watching us right now.”

Your eyes dart to the camera mounted on the wall behind him, a red light blinking next to the lens. You gulp at the thought of others witnessing this moment, praying there is no audio. He has to hold back the grin from forming as he watches you frantically think of the Fleet watching you both. The cameras are only accessible by him, but you don’t need to know that. He loves the way it makes you fidget in the chair.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl?”

Eyes glaring daggers into his, his hands land on your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh. His touch is cold against your warm and clammy skin. The look in his eyes daring you to go against him, to act up, to defy. It’s dangerous, he’s dangerous.

His fingers move up, pushing the fabric of your skirt with it, all the while he watches you. He sees the way your pupils dilate, the way the pulse in your neck quickens. He feels your thighs twitch, moving to squeeze together, but his grip prevents you from denying him. All the while, the fabric of your panties grows damp at his roughness.

Higher now, the tips of his thumbs start to fall into the crevice between your thighs and hips, and he almost moans at the way your skin pillows around his hands. That’s not what does him in though. Before you can protest and ask him to move away, his thumbs graze the outskirts of lace frill. Lace that is wet and stuck to your skin. His head drops into your lap, his breath quickening.

“Fuck, pips.” He traces his fingers along the edge of the fabric as he pants into the side of your left thigh, nipping at the skin to prevent another moan from leaving his lips. You gasp at the sensations, your body trying to curl in on itself but the restraints prevent you. “You are my undoing.”

“Caleb.” The sound of his name whimpering out of those plush lips has his cock twitching in his slacks.

“What is it, my love?” His hot breath is torture against your trembling skin.

His fingers are still tracing the edges of your panties, back and forth and back and forth, never giving you what you need. Your pulse throbs heavily in your clit as you clench around nothing. You can feel yourself growing wetter at his ministrations and the thought is mortifying.

Yet, something about the way he looks both dominating yet pathetic with his head in your lap has you unraveling. Years of desires that were so tightly locked away come flooding to the surface and it feels dirty, sinful even. None of it matters anymore. No reasoning could stop this from happening… and maybe, this was always where you were meant to land.

Right in the palm of his hand.

His head tilts in your lap, his soft hair tickling you. Purple eyes stare up into yours, begging for the words to leave your mouth. Yet, the hint of darkness glinting behind it lets you know he won’t wait long. You're his for the taking.

You nod your head at him and he smirks.

“Ah-ah,” he scolds, nipping at your inner thigh harder this time, leaving a light bite mark. “Use your words.”

Rouge scatters across your cheeks, ears, and neck in shame and lust. Tilting your head to the side, averting your gaze, you whisper, “Please touch me.”

Fingers ghost over the top of your fabric, pressing gently into your mound, the fabric pushing into your folds. The feeling has your brain short circuiting. It’s still not enough.

“You have to be more specific, love. I’m already touching you.”

His face moves up higher, kissing a trail up your thighs until his nose reaches his finger, replacing it. His hands move up higher, grasping the panties resting on your hips and pulling them up higher, causing the fabric to dig in deeper. A pathetic moan ripples out your lips.

“Where do you want to be touched?” His nose moves, pushing into your throbbing clit.

“There. Please, Caleb.”

He wants to tease you more. He wants you tied to this chair, begging for his touch, tears streaming down your face from the edging and denial. He wants you to want him as desperately as he needs you. But, the sound of his name so needy on your tongue has him saving his plans for another day. Oh how easily he folds for you.

“You always get what you want, don’t you?” His tone is sarcastic, but he doesn’t deny you any longer.

Fabrics is pushed to the side and the feeling of his skin on yours has you twitching in the chair, your hands gripping the armrest. His tongue swipes through your folds, flicking your clit before diving into your pussy like a man starved. The sounds escaping your mouth are foreign to you, but so is the pleasure burning its way across your body.

Caleb is relentless in his pursuit for your orgasm. He alternates between lavishing your hole, moaning at the way your walls pathetically clench around him, and abusing your clit with bites and sucking. It’s all too much for you. The pressure building within you is lightning fast. You bite down on your lip to prevent the moans from escaping, but that angers Caleb.

One hand leaves your thigh and pulls your bottom lip out from between your teeth, replacing it with two fingers. He presses down on your tongue, your mouth opening with the force.

“Don’t,” is all he mutters against you before returning to his feast.

His other hand moves down until his index finger ghosts your entrance. He traces around and over it lightly, never truly giving you what you want. Meanwhile, the fingers in your mouth play with your tongue as you moan around them.

Suddenly, his index finger catches on your entrance and he slowly sinks into you. You bite down on his fingers, whimpering at the intrusion you desperately needed. He wanted to go slow with you. Truly, he did.

But the way you clench around him has him seeing stars. He doesn’t hesitate to add another finger, relishing in the way you accept him smoothly. He presses in until the palm of his hand rests against your clit. The sounds your pussy is making has him grinning ferally.

Lifting his head, he gazes at the glazed out look in your eyes. A look he’s seen only a few times before when he happened to check his monitors and you were fucking some other guy in your room. He’d almost stormed to your place that night to kill the man. He’d only been gone for a month and you’d given yourself to someone else. Your first time. The jealousy bubbles within him even now.

His hand suddenly starts rocking back and forth, his palm grinding harshly against your clit. The sensation has you tearing apart at the seams. Stars flicker in the corners of your eye as you feel yourself approaching the edge of a dangerous cliff. His name rambles off your tongue like a prayer.

“That’s it, baby girl.” His tone sounds mocking, but you can barely process that over the pleasure coursing through your body. “Cum on my hand.”

He’s resting on his heels now, watching you fall apart right before his eyes. Your knuckles are white against the armrest, your thighs twitching, and your mouth suckling on his fingers through broken moans. He curls his fingers up right as he sees you inhale, finger tips grazing a spot you’d never touched before. A spot no one had touched before.

A wave crashes through you, dragging you under, as an orgasm rips through you. Caleb doesn’t falter, working a third finger in at the same time you cum. The sensation has tears bubbling in your eyes, a sob escaping your lips. He works you through your orgasm flawlessly, while building up another one at the same time. It’s overwhelming.

Caleb removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing down to your neck, grasping it within his hands. Fingers press into the sides, your head feeling light at the restricted blood flow. Your eyes find him, trying to ground yourself in the storm of pleasure.

His fingers leave you right as you're about to cum again, the denial harsh. Before you can beg the colonel before you to continue, his fingers reach his lips. You watch silently as he sucks on his fingers, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight is obscene and filthy, and you’re enthralled.

Once he’s done sucking every last drop of you off his tongue, he stands up, towering over you. The grip on your throat moves to your cheeks, pushing them together. “Open up,” he demands.

Even if you wanted to defy him, his hands force your lips to part and your head to tilt up to his. He leans down until his face is above yours, eyes boring into yours as his mouth opens. Your cum and his spit gathers in his mouth before he spits it into yours.

“Swallow.” And, you do. Your tongue swipes across your lips to make sure you didn’t miss a drop before opening your mouth, proving to him that you’d followed his orders. His hand taps the side of your cheek. “What a good girl you are.”

Suddenly, there’s a beeping sound echoing in the room and the pressure around your wrists and ankles releases. You’re unchained. You could try to make a run for it, but you don’t want to. Not anymore. He’d only chase you, punish you. The thought is actually tempting. But, what if he didn’t? What if you ran and he let you? Would you ever see him again? You’d only just gotten him back and the thought of losing him for a second time is inconceivable.

Caleb watches your inner turmoil for a brief second, loving the way you look torn apart. In your moment of distraction, he lifts you up from the chair. Your hands wrap around his neck for balance as your world shifts around you. He turns around before seating himself on the chair, placing you right on top of his lap, your thighs on either side of his. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you down until you’re fully seated against the bulge in his slacks.

Your eyes whip to his his as you feel him twitching beneath you. His head rests against the back of the chair lazily, a smirk gracing his lips.

“I’m all yours, pipsqueak.” His fingers dig into the groove of your hips. “Aren’t you going to punish me?”

He moves your hips forward, grinding you down onto his cock. Biting down on his lip, he groans at the feeling of the wetness seeping into the fabric of his pants. Your hands rest on his shoulders to balance yourself, falling into the motions of grinding atop him.

You wanted to respond to him. You wanted to yell how angry and hurt you were at him, but your mind blanks out at the sensation of another orgasm building within you. Your head falls to his shoulder, your lips grazing the skin of his neck above his jacket collar. Sweet moans and gasps fall from your lips, warming his heart.

His hands move from your hips, which never falter in their dry humping, and grasp the bottom of your shirt. He peels it up from your body, his head nudging yours so you lift it. Once the fabric is free from your body he tosses it to the side, his hands immediately unclipping the bra and tearing it off you.

If angels were real, you had to be one and he could only pray that staring directly at your heavenliness wouldn’t kill him. He’d dedicate his life to you, bruise his knees in nightly worship at your feet, if it meant you’d stay here, right in his unworthy arms.

Gently, as if not to scare you, his hands ghost your skin. The feeling has your nipples pebbling and goosebumps raising all over. Gods, waiting this long to have you was his punishment.

His hands explore your body, fondling your boobs, gripping your hips, smacking your ass, as you greedily grind down on him, using him for your pleasure. You feel like teenagers in heat as you both explore each other.

But, it’s not enough, and you both soon realize that as your moans turn into frustrated whimpers as your orgasm rests just below the surface.

You sit up, your hips circling his lap, tears in your eyes and the tiniest bit of drool on the corner of your lips. Caleb wants to photograph you just like this: drunk from his touch on his lap. He nods at the way your eyes plead with him, his name babbling out of your lips.

One of his hands traces up to the back of your head and gently grips your hair in his grasp. The other moves to rest at the top of his zipper, his thumb presses against your clit as you move. You're greedy in the way you start to chase your pleasure against his hand now, ignoring his throbbing cock. Right as the tension is about to burst out of you, you’re lifted off his lap.

The energy wrapped around you has you feeling weightless as your head whips down to the man right below you, anger simmering in your blood. A tear drips from your eye and lands on the corner of his cheek, his tongue swipes it.

“You’ve always been so cute when you’re angry. But, you need to know your place, pips.”

“Put me down right this instant, Caleb.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, raspy and breathless.

Laughing at your pitiful excuse to demand him, he unzips his pants. Your eyes immediately dart to the movement, any more arguments dying on your lips. He palms himself over his boxers for a moment, relishing the hungry look in your eyes.

“What if I like you up there?” Suddenly there’s a bit of pressure against your clit and then you feel your panties tear away from your body, the fabric burning against your skin as it quickly rips. The cold air has you twitching above him, and he’s given a beautiful view of your dripping pussy.

Without breaking eye contact from your beautiful mound, he frees himself from his boxers, his dick standing against his stomach as his hand wraps around it. For as long as you’d lived together in the past, you’d never seen this part of him. He always made sure never to expose himself to you, no matter how many times he’d seen you naked over the years. It had bothered you on endless nights where you tried chasing your pleasure in between his sheets while he wasn’t home, inhaling his scent on his pillow, imagining his cock rubbing against your clit instead of your untrained fingers.

You’re enthralled with the veins that adorn his thick cock as they trace up to a pink tip that has you gulping. Could you fit him? Sure, you’d been with well-endowed men in the past but Caleb was a different breed. Where most men excel in either length or girth, he is blessed with both. Maybe even cursed, depending on how this goes.

His hand pumps up and down his shaft as he stares at your exposed pussy while you sit in your rambling thoughts. Tiny groans escape his lips as he clenches the base of his shaft, holding his pleasure at bay, his balls twitching. He can’t cum yet, not when he’d prepared you so well.

“Caleb.” Your breathy voice breaks him out of his daze, eyes darting to yours. “Put me down.”

The venom in your voice is gone, replaced with a sweetness that has his teeth rotting. He can’t ever say no to you at the end of the day, no matter how hard he tries. It’d always been this way. He could only resist and deny you for so long before you won in the end.

The energy around you shifts, bringing you down the few feet to meet his body, but not fully releasing you. The tip of his cock grazes against your folds. But, he did love to make sure you deserved your win, and you hadn’t yet.

Frustration burns across your body as Caleb toys with you, dragging his cock through your folds and rubbing against your clit. He repeats the motion a few times until you’re whimpering above him, your eyes burning holes into his skin. His cock catches on your entrance for a second, knocking the air out of your lungs at the feeling, before it slips out and through your folds. “Caleb,” you warn.

The colonel doesn’t even look up at you, he’s too mesmerized by how you’re dripping onto his cock, his hand rubbing your cum across the smooth skin of his shaft. Your warning falls on deaf ears as he catches his cock on your hole one more time, groaning at the way your entrance tries to clench onto him and drag him in, but you’re not close enough.

He needs your pussy weeping for me. He needs you crying for him.

It’s torture as he dangles you just out of his reach, building your orgasm up with the tip of his cock and sometimes his fingers when you beg. The edging and denial is overstimulating. The air in the room is suffocatingly hot. Your skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“I-” Your voice breaks into a moan when his fingers ghost over your clit. “I need you.”

There it is.

“Am I not giving you enough, my love?”

His cock settles at your entrance, this time not moving. The feeling has you writhing in his gravitational hold. You shake your head, words failing you as tears blur your vision. The frustration is painful.

“You’ve always been so greedy.” Your body starts to inch slowly down until the tip of his cock rests within, the feeling making you delirious as a moan rips through you.

“Always such a needy little brat.” His words are harsh and his evol raises you up until his cock is resting just at your entrance again.

Blood rushes through your ear as your walls clench around nothing yet again, the pulse in your clit threatening to tear you apart from the pain.

“Pushing me around all these years.” You sink down again, your breath stuttering, but he’s pulled you up again before you can even cherish the feeling of him. “Do you know how that has made me feel?”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out as a sob racks your body, tears spilling from your eyes. You want to rip your skin apart to rid yourself of this burning sensation. “Caleb, please.”

It’s not enough. Not yet.

“Please what, pipsqueak? Use your words. You’ve used them so well in the past to hurt me.” He sinks you down again, waiting this time to see if you will be punished or rewarded.

“Forgive me.” He tsks, almost pulling you off him before words begin rambling out of your mouth on a broken sob. “Fuck me. Please, just take me. Use me. I need it. Caleb. I’m sorry, please. Cal-”

Gravity rushes back through your body and suddenly your hips are flush to Caleb’s, his cock pushing through you with little resistance until he’s fully sheathed in your warmth. It takes the strength of gods to hold his orgasm back and not empty his cum into your deliriously hot pussy. The air is ripped from your lungs and you forget how to breathe as an orgasm rips through you at the pain and pleasure of his cock throbbing against your tight walls.

You almost lose consciousness at the absolute power of your orgasm. Lightning shoots across your body, zapping every nerve until you’ve turned to jello in his hold. Caleb’s hand rests on your abdomen, his thumb stroking over the bulge where his cock rests within you, filling you up more than you’d ever been in your life. The added pressure of his hand against your stomach has you keeling over, the air rushing back into your lungs right before you pass out.

Caleb waits for you to get used to him. He’s patient. He knows that you’re stretched thin. He knows that your body can take him, but that it’s not easy. He knows it in the way your pussy grips him like a vice, threatening to break him off at the base, yet pull him in at the same time.

When your breathing returns to normal is when he moves, grabbing your hips and grinding you against him at first. The movement has you circling on his cock, but you need more. Your hands grip his shoulders as you raise your head up to meet his eyes, and the look of him has your heart melting.

He’s looking at you as if you crafted the world with your bare hands and gave it to him. The purple of his eyes is almost gone and the smile on his lips is soft. He looks like the Caleb you know again. The soft Caleb who made sure you were taken care of and went to sleep happy every night. It has you returning the smile and his hips jolt up into you at the sight.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers before lifting you up by your hips, his cock slowly dragging out of your walls, the feeling making you dizzy. “I missed that smile.”

With that, Caleb’s restraint is gone. He drops you onto his cock once more, rutting up to meet your hips, his cock kissing your cervix. Moans rolls out of you like music to his as he fucks into with reckless abandon. You may be on top, but his tight grip controls every single movement.

His head falls into the crook of your neck, biting down hard when you clench around him as your third orgasm surprises the both of you. His tongue swipes against the mark, soothing the pain he’d caused. “Such a tight pussy, baby. All for me.”

“Yes, sir. All for you.”

Oh, the submission in your voice and body has him seeing stars. Somehow, his cock grows harder within you, the feeling causing you to whimper, looking at him with the most needy eyes and furrowed eyebrows. “Fuck me,” he whispers.

Grabbing your ass firmly with both hands, he stands up. You sink even deeper onto him with this new angle, your eyes rolling back as his cock presses harshly against your cervix and sits there. He turns you both around until you’re facing the chair. Lifting you off of him, you moan at the empty feeling as he slips out of you.

“Shhhh, be good for me.” He kisses you as one hand releases you to return with a sharp smack against your ass.

His hands move expertly as he turns you around in his hold until your back is against his chest, his cock slipping between your thighs. You tighten them until his cock is firmly cocooned between your plushy skin. His teeth bite into the shell of your ear as he retracts his hips, pulling himself free from your seductive hold as he places you on your knees in the chair.

“Grab the armrests, would you please baby?” He asks sweetly, his tongue swiping the inside of your ear, causing you to shiver.

You do as he asks, regaining your balance. You grip the metal of the chair, holding on as his hands rub down your arms. Caleb peppers across your neck and back, causing you to giggle at the sensation. You press back into him, your ass rubbing against his cock.

Click.

Cold metal snaps against your wrists, binding you back to the chair like before. You try to turn and look at the man behind you, angry that he’d lock you up as before, but his hand at your throat stops you. His fingers wrap around the collar you’d forgotten about.

“Can’t you just fuck me like a normal person.”

You’re mad again and he loves the way your eyebrows furrow.

“Bold of you to assume I’m normal, pips. I thought we established,” he whispers into your ear as his cock pushes into you from behind, your pussy resisting him a little with this new angle, “I am anything but that.”

His words end with a sharp thrust of his hips, his skin slapping against your ass. He doesn’t wait for you this time, his pace is relentless as he drives into you, chasing both his pleasure and yours. You lean forward from the movement, your chest pressed against the cold metal of the chair as he fucks into you.

All you can feel is the addicting feeling of him moving inside you, pressing against a spot that has you moaning his name with every thrust. He’s no more put together than you. Sweat drips down his face, his hair sticking to his skin as he watches the way his cock disappears into you and how your pussy holds onto him when he pulls out. It’s a sight he’s imagined countless times over the years, but experiencing it is otherworldly.

You're falling against the chair now, the arch in your back giving out as your strength fades. Caleb can’t have that. His hand at your throat moves to the back of your neck and grips the collar. He leans back, using every ounce of self-restraint to remove his body from your back. When he pulls the collar back towards him, you raise up, your back arching, moans choking at the pressure the collar has added on your throat. You can still breathe, he’s evol is holding the rest of your weight slightly up so the collar doesn’t choke you out.

“A normal person wouldn’t fuck you like this.”

He’s thrusting into you again. With every push in, he pulls the collar tighter, making your body meet him. His free hand slaps your ass before rubbing the red mark away. You yelp at the pain, and relish the delicious way he soothes it.

“But, you wouldn’t want to be fucked normally.”

Your mind is in the clouds as his presence surrounds you: his scent, his body, his evol, his touch, everything. You aren’t sure where you end, and he begins as he rhythmically fucks into you. Every few moments, he slows down, making sure you can truly feel him.

“None of those other boys could make you cum.” He spits out the words angrily, his hand spanking you once more before smoothing your skin. “Do you know how hard I had to hold myself back so I didn’t barge into your room and finish the job myself?”

You should be embarrassed that he knows such things, should be terrified of how he even knows that, but his fingers find your clit and your sobbing at the overwhelming sensation of Caleb.

“You should’ve done it.” Your words are barely comprehensible over the sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans within this room, but he hears you all the same.

His hand leaves the collar and wraps around your throat, bringing himself flush against your back as he ruts shallowly into you, his orgasm quickly approaching.

“Yeah? You would’ve liked that, brat? Have your best friend clean up those assholes’ mess and replace it with his own?”

Your head falls against his shoulder, your lips kissing the skin behind his ear as you moan at the thought of him doing that all those years ago.

“They didn’t deserve to cum in this pussy. They weren’t worthy of you.” His fingers tighten and your head grows light at the pressure of his hand at your throat and clit. “That’s okay though. I’ll wash you clean of their filth. I’ll make sure no one touches you ever again.”

You’re at his mercy as he skillfully fucks in and out of you, his fingers rubbing delicious circles around your clit. There’d never been another time in your life where you’d felt this much pleasure and you fall into its embrace willingly. As your breath quickens and becomes choppy as your orgasm approaches, Caleb whispers filthy praises into your ear before grabbing your chin and tilting your head towards him.

You open your eyes briefly to look at how absolutely drunk off you he looks. You stretch up, your hands pulling at the restraints, and kiss him. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated as you both moan into the other, tongue and teeth battling for dominance when they can. His hips stutter, losing rhythm and you know he’s close. So are you with his hand between your thighs.

“Can I?” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you know what he wants.

“Yes.” Your consent rips away whatever restraint he thought he had left.

All he can think of is filling your pretty pussy up with his cum until your stomach is full and bloated with it, with him. He’ll fill you up nice and good and make sure you don’t waste a drop. After today, he’ll make sure you leave the house, when he lets you, with his cum dampening your panties. He needs you full of him.

His fingers work you into your next orgasm smoothly, that it’s arrival has you melting into his hold. Warmth spreads across your body in waves as his orgasm rips through him like an earthquake. His hand moves away from your clit, sparing it from oversensitivity for today, and further down until it’s cupped around your mound, his dick slotted between his fingers.

The extra feeling of his hand around his dick and your cream pooling around his fingers and base of his cock has his eyes rolling back. His cum floods into you in thick bursts, the hot fluid covering your wall as his head falls onto your shoulder.

He’s moaning your name like it’s a prayer as he rides out his orgasm slowly, relishing the way your walls try to milk more out of him. If he could, he’d stay seated here forever, with you in his arms and wrapped around his cock. But, the Fleet will need this room at some point and the thought of such trivial humans seeing you like this has him seething.

The restraints around your wrists release you and one of your arms raises up to hug Caleb’s head and pull him closer into you. He peppers your eyes and cheek with soft kisses, cleaning your face of sweat and tears, as he pulls out of you. The feeling is awkward as the cum rushes to drip out of you.

Caleb’s fingers join back together once he’s fully out of you and he cups you tightly, making sure not a drop spills out. He grins against your neck as he nuzzles into it, proud of the way your pussy is pulsing against his hand.

“Can’t have you wasting my cum after you worked so hard for it, now can we?” His tone is mocking, but he kisses you softly nonetheless.

A group of cadets walk past the door, their voices filling the empty room, and Caleb can’t help loving the way you tense up, scared to be caught by such runts. Your pulse quickens under his lips, and he kisses it to soothe you.

“Let’s get you home so I can clean you up, okay?” His eyes travel across your torn panties and dirty clothes on the ground, before he hands you his jacket. Your fingertips touch as you take the jacket from him, and he grabs your wrist. His head leans down to brush his lips across the top of your hand before letting go. “Put that on, Princess. I don’t want anyone seeing you like that. That’s only for my eyes.”

Caleb’s wink has you shoving his shoulder before wrapping yourself up in his large jacket. Once closed, it fully covers you up and Caleb can’t help the way his cock hardens at the way you look in his colonel coat. He sweeps you up into his arm bridal style before his cock comes up with other ideas.

Your hands wrap around his neck, fingertips messing with the short hairs at his nape.

“Who's taking me home? The Colonel or my best friend?” You try to ask teasingly but the worry and sadness seeps into your tone.

His gaze softens as a regretful smile graces his handsome face.

“Hopefully, just Caleb.”

You don’t say anything further. Not now. The moment is too raw, emotions too high. For now, you want to relish in his warmth and devotion, everything else can be worried about tomorrow. Today, you have the love of your life back and that’s enough.

He’s enough.

[solreefs]

what would your elf house be named?

first letter of your url:

A- Aether

B- Bracken

C- Candle

D- Dawn

E- Ever

F- Flutter

G- Glimmer

H- Haven

I- Ink

J- Choral

K- Mist

L- Lumen

M- Mist

N- Night

O- River

P- Prism

Q- Moon

R- Rime

S- Sol

T- Terra

U- Merrow

V- Vesper

W- Watch

X- Fern

Y- Dusk

Z- Rain

+ last letter of your url

A- aria

B- bend

C- gate

D- dale

E- shade

F- field

G- glen

H- heath

I- side

J- wood

K- mead

L- glade

M- mont

N- rose

O- fall

P- mere

Q- shire

R- rise

S- sea

T- tide

U- gate

V- vale

W- ward

X- moor

Y- star

Z- rim

[viathegummy]

no. I need beeg aether now .

i believe in smol aether supremacy .

[cyanophen]

Is Lumine also a giant?

when I first made this AU, I did think about it, but I decided not to bc it would be more angsty

bonus:

[tezu-tenudi]

A friend had the idea of aether taking a world and wearring it like a precious jewel bc he ended up having a lover on it and couldn't bring himself to leave then behind. i loved it sm i tried to draw it.

Lumine's pretty much already got him figured out but is so used to her brother being a freak she finds it more fun to just play along than call him out for the nth time. Doesn't make him any less of a loser tho lmao

[pastelaspirations]

AAAAAAAAAACCCKKK, I AM S C R E A M I N G. YOU CAN'T JUST.

DROP THIS ON ME AND EXPECT ME TO BE MENTALLY OKAY-

First off, can I just. Ask. Do you have like. Three posts? In total?? I feel like... I have come across an eldritch horror. Some being beyond my comprehension. You just. Waltz into tumblr, your second post ever is asking me about my ungodly playlist, T H E N. YOUR THIRD POST EVER IS JUST. FREAKING BOMB FANART AND THEN YOU JUST. DIP AND DISAPPEAR BACK INTO THE AETHER, LIKE, W H A T-

I am shaking you, like, you don't understand. Your art is just. Such a freaking ✧˖°.vibe.✧˖°. I am s t a r i n g. Respectfully. I want to just. Munch it. Like, it's so scrumptious, hold on. This is not okay.

Also just. THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE, I CANNOT. LIKE, I KNOW, I KNOW, I MADE IT THAT WAY, BUT IT'S LIKE I CREATED MY OWN KRYPTONITE AND I FREAKING GET ANNIHILATED WITH IT WHENEVER I SEE IT IN FANART-

Okay, I'm sorry. Yes, this is how I imagined the scene too. I am so very happy and humble I wrote it in a way that other mad lads can envision the same thing I did. Also, just. I am so incredibly humbled your third post ever is like. Fanart for my thing, like w h a t. I am reeling.

Post more art. The world needs more, this can't be the end, okay. I am telling you as an authoritative figure, listen to my words before they drag me away for being too mentally unstable-

how I imagined this scene!! 💥

this fic soo freaking good dude I'm gon explode

perseverance by @pastelaspirations

[dreamyautumns]

I loved your recent mini fic and I was wondering if you could do one with Lyney and Aether, if you have the time.

Yes! I can do Lyney and Aether! Fun fact; I actually have a Lumine and Lyney one in the workings right now (it’s in draft purgatory lmao) but I hope you don’t mind Giant!Lyney and Tiny!Aether!❤️🧡

Aether grasps a large branch and hauls himself through the leaves of a tall bush. He looks around before settling himself atop a large flower. It was getting rather late in the day, as the sun was now setting over the Court of Fontaine. Aether looked down and held his stomach. He was feeling a bit peckish, but he knew he couldn’t leave to get food. It was too risky being seen by other humans.

Maybe I could get someone I know to help… Paimon isn’t here right now, so I can’t get her. Maybe Neuvillette would be willing to help. I just really want something to eat-

Aether paused. He could sense someone approaching his hiding spot. He looks behind him and sees two figures walking close.

It’s the twins. Maybe I could get them to help-

He pauses. Did he really want Lyney’s help? He knew the magician had a very… flirtatious manner to him. While most of it was harmless teasing, Aether couldn’t help but feel he was being handed mixed signals. Was Lyney captivated by his so-called “cuteness”? Or was he simply just being a tease for the fun of it?

Whatever the reason was, Aether didn’t want to stick around and find out. He quickly ducked back into the branches of the bush and tried to hide himself.

~

Lyney pauses in his tracks. He could have sworn he saw something move in the bushes. Lynette also stopped walking.

“Big brother? Is something wrong?” she asks.

Lyney takes a breath, then turns to her. “No, everything’s alright. Why don’t you go meet with Freminet at the restaurant and grab a table? I’m gonna treat you guys to some dessert. I just need to check something real quick.”

Lynette nods, her eyes emotionless. “Ok. Thank you, big brother.” The girl walks away as Lyney turns to the foliage.

I saw Aether in there… how cute that he’s hiding from me~

~

Aether can feel footsteps approaching his hiding spot as the bush shakes and trembles. He looks up as a shadow begins to cover his body.

Damnit! Go away, Lyney! I’m not trying to see you!

“Aether? Is that you in there?” Lyney’s voice coos.

Aether doesn’t answer. He hopes the magician would go away.

“Are you ignoring me?” Lyney asks, more concerned now.

No response.

Aether looks down at his hands and then at his feet. Maybe I could make a run for it. Maybe he would go away and not care anymore. Please, anything to not have to deal with his nonsense today! I-

FWOOSH

Aether looks up. The foliage begins to part as gigantic digits reach inside. The tiny boy lets out a yelp as a gloved hand closes over him gently, pulling him out of the bushes. Aether grips the index finger of the hand and turns his body to look up.

“There you are! I was starting to get worried!” Lyney chuckles. He opens his palm as Aether sits up, his blonde hair messy. Aether looks up with a disgruntled frown and stares into Lyney’s brilliant purple eyes.

“L-Lyney, can you PLEASE put me down? I’m busy right now,” Aether asks.

“Busy doing what, if you don’t mind me prying?” The magician questions back. Aether glances forward and sees Lynette’s tail flick for a brief moment as she enters the restaurant.

“I’m trying to get food, since Paimon’s asleep at the inn right now,” Aether answers.

“Oh? You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Lyney teases. He pokes Aether playfully and sets the tiny atop his hat.

“Lyney, put me down! You know I can’t be seen!” Aether shouts.

“There’s no harm in having a little fun together, is there?” The magician unfurls his deck of cards and takes one from the pile. He then flips it quickly, magically making a cookie appear in it’s place. “Ta-da!”

Aether looks at the cookie with hungry eyes and reaches out to hold it. Though the cookie is about his height, he still indulges himself with a big bite.

“This… actually tastes incredible! Lyney, do you have anymore cookies?” Aether asks. The magician nods.

“I do! And I’m going to get more when I meet my siblings at the restaurant. You’re more than welcome to attend with us if you’d like.”

Aether blinks in surprise. “Really? That’s awfully nice of you… and I wouldn’t wanna impede on your family dinner.”

“Oh, no worries! You wouldn’t be a bother at all~”

Aether grabs the brim of Lyney’s hat and bends over the edge to look the magician in the eyes. “I wouldn’t really say no, so… sure. I’d be happy to attend dinner.”

“For someone who didn’t wanna see me, you seem awfully eager to spend time together, y’know?”

Aether looks away, embarrassed. “How did… you know that?”

“You don’t usually hide for nothing. Perhaps I’ve caught your heart along with yourself?”

Aether sighs and sits back down. “I’m about to reconsider going with you.”

Lyney stops his flirtatious teasing and sighs. “You’re no fun, y’know that?”

Aether finishes eating whatever he can of his cookie and hands the rest to Lyney, who eats it in one bite.

“Let’s go, Lyney.”

“With pleasure, monsieur,” Lyney answers, winking. With each footstep he takes, Aether can feel his body bounce slightly. He looks up as the sun finishes setting and then down at the magician. He then smiles slightly.

Maybe I’m just overreacting. Lyney cares about me, so I should just give him a chance.