vianitry

[vianitry]

Rafayel

Tags: angst non-mc!, he dated you to get closer with MC but he regrets it after you found out, university au, mc is your bestfriend, caleb mentioned, jealousy, regret, FLUFF 

Not edited!!! (had a random burst of writing energy at like 1 am) 

Will edit here and there because of course i notice mistakes when I just uploaded it (insert rolling eyes)

Will post a part 2

(Author notes: lowkey inspired by the summer I turned pretty, the scene where Belly overhears the girls talk about Jeremiah in the bathroom, also really random but why does Jeremiah remind me of Rafayel? Like of course Rafayel is like a million times better but somehow.. He does remind me of him.) 

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You were so undeniably in love. 

Even with only 5 months of being together, which is technically almost half a year, that's pretty long right? Time didn't matter anyways, whether it would have been a month or a week that wouldn't have changed your feelings. 

You were so in love that whenever he talked to you, you couldn't hear a single thing he said except the intense thrumming of your heart. 

I mean. How could you not? 

He was the funniest, goofiest, and of course…. Totally not important… t h e most breath takingly beautifullest man you've ever seen in your whole entire life. 

The way his lashes curved up with his shining eyes while he teased you. 

The way his soft lavender hair bounced on his cute little head when he threw a slight pout at you. 

You were so undeniably in love with this man. 

So in love that instead of being scared, you were excited to love him even more. 

“Hey… Hey…. Hey!!!”

Cutie hellooooooOoOOO???? 

You snapped out of your sappy internal monologue as Rafayel finally regained your attention. “Is everything alright? How can you space out when you have the best boyfriend to exist right in front of you?” He said as he gave you a smug grin. 

You blushed as you began to mumble out a white lie to save yourself. 

“Ahhh.. sorry… I was just…. You know, thinking about the exam I have tomorrow for my chem class.” 

“Why are you worrying about that when you can just hang out with me and forget about it?” He said as he started to lazily sling his arm around you while shooting a devastatingly handsome smile.

Hearing his response, although it was a white lie itself, you started to get more serious with your response. 

“Raf, you know I can't just IGNORE my chemistry midterm right? It’s literally one third of my whole grade and if I fail I might have to retake the class.” 

Seeing your startled reaction, he began to lower his head to your level and intensely stare at your eyes.

“Woah there cutie, I know, i know, but like… its really.. Not THAT important right?” He began to look down at your hands and started to chuckle. 

“If anything happens whether you fail your class or decide to drop out I will take responsibility for you and make sure your life is nothing but glamorous.” 

Hearing this you were about to interject but—-

“Ill make sure whatever piece of fabric that dares to grace your body is so luxurious you wouldn't be able to dare touch your old clothes, I would spoil you so rotten that every miniscule thing in your life would be taken care of even before you knew about it, I would make sure that—--” 

You quickly covered his mouth as your face began to burn, burn so much you felt light headed. 

You could feel his growing smile in your hands and the not so subtle lean into your touch. 

“So cutie, why don't you hang out with me today?” 

With no hesitation, like an absolute lovesick BUM, you grabbed his cheeks and gave him a firm but light kiss. 

“Fine, but only because you said you would take responsibility for my whole life if I failed.” You were able to barely breathe out.

He grabbed you by the waist and placed his head unto your shoulder as he began to mumble something only for you to cut him off this time. 

You gently started to pat his pretty hair “but only if we hang out at the library today.” you blurted.

You felt him starting to dramatically groan into your shoulder as you began to giggle. 

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Entering the library you felt the cool, much needed air conditioning hit your bare legs. 

Hmmm, you began to think to yourself, maybe you should have brought a sweater to combat how cold it would be here despite the melting weather. 

Rafayel seemingly knowing your thoughts draped his arms around you to give you a playful squeeze.

“Is someone too cold to study?” He cheekingly said. 

“ Rafayel Qin. Even if it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure I'm prepared for this exam tomorrow. So help me Rafayel. If you keep trying to distract me I will throw you out.” 

“YEESH, okay okay! I wont bother you” he threw his arms up in the air as a sign of defeat while giving a classic pout. 

*sniff* “I didn't know I was less important to you than that stupid exam.” 

You began to sigh as you dragged him across the hall to a bright study room. 

“Didnt you say you had a 5 page essay due in two days for that really annoying art history class you always complain about?” 

He placed your backpack on the chair and flopped down next to your seat while huffing at his hair. 

“ yea, yea. You're right I should be starting on that soon since it's so longgggg.” He began to draw out.

You gave him an affectionate grin and kissed him on the cheek to cheer him on. 

Several hours passed as you reviewed lecture videos while Rafayel surprisingly admitted defeat and was also deeply invested in typing out his essay. 

With occasional sips of water from your water bottle you were starting to need to go to the bathroom. 

You got up swiftly from your chair and notified Rafayel on your quick bathroom break. 

“Hey Raf, im going to take a quick bathroom break!” 

He hummed in response while he furiously typed away. 

You chuckled at his response as it was funny how the same man who tried to stop you from studying was so focused on his studies next to you. 

Finally you entered the bathroom end stall only to be interrupted by a loud bang of the door which was a stark contrast to the quiet library atmosphere. 

“OMG. That was Rafayel right? He looks even more handsome than what the girls are always raving about. Now I finally get the appeal!” 

The other girl began to laugh with her friend. 

“No yea, I can see why the girls are always all over him. Honestly I would be too.” 

You began to smile to yourself hearing all of this and were flattered that you were able to proudly call yourself his girlfriend. 

“But honestly, knowing what he’s really like I don't even want to be near him.”

Your previous happy thoughts short circuited as they continued. 

“My ex used to be in the same frat as him before Rafayel left, and let me tell you. You know his current girlfriend right?” 

“Uhhh no not really, im not stalking his insta 24/7 like you do” She playfully joked. 

“Basically, he was like so DOWN BAD for this girl named mc, and would legit like, live breathe for this girl. And get this, my ex told me mc started dating this pilot guy and Rafayel got so desperate he wanted to just be near her and make her jealous so he ended up asking out mc’s best friend which is his current girlfriend.” 

“No way. Actually, no way. That's so messed up.. And he's still dating her?? Is he crazy?”

Before the words properly registered you felt yourself drop down to the bathroom stall floor. 

Your hands braced the now too tiny stall as your breaths began to become too shallow.

No there's no way. No, Rafayel liked me. Thats why he asked me out.

But deep down you knew. Memories began to forcibly flood back into you. 

The two months of dating Rafayel was odd to say the least. 

But you were too enamored with him to call it out. Too drunk on love. 

And as the second month hit his whole attitude had changed towards you and became such a different person you weren't able to recognize him. 

Still you always loved him. 

But, subconsciously you always knew. 

The way he would throw glances at MC. 

The way he would always invite her to your so-called dates. 

The way he would prepare an extremely well thought out gift for her birthday while he gave you a giftcard for yours. 

The way he would show up for her at any time or day to help her with anything while he would brush you off because he was simply too tired to get off from his bed. 

The way his eyes were always in a far off place while he was seemingly talking to you. 

Everything added up. It made sense. 

You couldn't feel anything anymore. Only the bile that began to lurch through your throat. 

Your body staggered to the toilet, your hands grabbing the toilet seat as you began to throw up over and over again. 

You felt banging on the stall door. 

“Hey! Woah are you ok?” “Do you need us to call for help?” 

No words registered to your brain as your ears began to ring. 

Soon you were able to hear rushed footsteps heading out of the bathroom to be replaced with a heavier footstep and a deep panicked male voice. 

“(name), (NAME),” He began to grab his hair in panic, "I'm going to break this door right now, I know you cant stop throwing up but I need you to stay back” 

You couldn't register anything at this point but your body was faster than your thoughts as you curled up next to the toilet as a heart thundering slam rang through the bathroom floor. 

“(NAME), thank goodness you're ok. Hey, hey look at me, I need you to breathe.” 

He grabbed onto your tightly as if you were his lifeline. 

You had never felt so disgusted in such a supposedly heartwarming moment in your life. 

You sharply pushed him away. 

“Wait wha—-” 

You ran. 

You ran like your life depended on it. Before he could ever dream of reaching you. 

You ran. 

You couldnt, no you wouldnt stop. 

Not until you got back home.

No, he would find you there. 

You ran to your other safe haven. Your best friend mc. 

Your situation didn't stop you from running to your best friend, since well this wasn't her fault. 

Your best friend had scolded you, told you off before on how badly he was treating you before.

How weird it was that he kept asking her to join them when you guys were dating. 

How disgusting it was that he wouldn't be there for you even when you were bed ridden.

How much he switched up with you so suddenly when he treated you so horribly in the beginning. 

No, she tried to tell you. And you didn't listen.

Spiralling in your thoughts you blamed yourself. 

You blamed yourself for not listening to the one person in your life who would always offer you the truth because she truly cared for you. 

You desperately knocked on her door, falling on the floor in the process. 

You couldn't feel your legs. 

You didn't need to knock any longer as she hurriedly opened the door.

“(name) Why the heck are you banging on the do—, (name) why do you look like this what happened?” 

She desperately dragged you into her apartment and started to yell. 

“Caleb, get her to my room  N O W.” 

Caleb who was intensely watching the lastest basketball match was brutully taken out of his world.

“What did you say, pipsqueak” he shouted over the loud cheering on the screen. 

“CALEB ROOM NOW” 

He saw what was happening and immediately sprung from his seat.  

Lifting you up as if you didn't weigh a single pound he carried you to mc’s room. 

Sighing heavily, Mc put her head in her hands.

I need you to explain to me what happened. And don't even think about missing any details (name). 

“Hey mc, do you think” 

“Caleb not now!” 

“Okayyyyyyyy then I'm going to leave you guys alone.” He sheepishly replied while rubbing his neck.

OK THATS IT FOR NOW! Part two will be very soon :))

[vianitry]

Imagine seeing Sylus after a very long time, post break-up.

Imagine the café was louder than you remembered. Muffled conversations, the clinking of cups and the hum of the espresso machine filling the air. You hadn't planned to be here. You only wanted a quiet place to sit, to breathe.

Imagine then you saw him. Sylus.

Imagine he was sitting near the window, sunlight spilling over him like it was drawn to him. His hair was shorter now but still a little unruly, still him. He was laughing, God, that laugh and next to him was a woman, her hand resting on his arm like it had always belonged there.

but Imagine it wasn't her that made your chest ache. It was the child.

Imagine it was a boy, no older than four with the same sharp eyes and quiet smile you had memorized a thousand times. He climbed onto Sylus lap and Sylus… He softened. His hand came up to steady the boy, his expression melting into something so warm, so tender, it hurt to look at.

Imagine you thought you were over him.

Imagine you had told yourself that a hundred times. There had been no screaming, no slammed doors when you and Sylus parted ways. Just a quiet, aching acceptance. He didn't want the same future you did. You wanted a family. He didn't. And so you let go.

Imagine you had told yourself for years that this was what broke you. He didn't want a child. You did. That was why you left. And you told yourself it didn't matter. That you'd healed. That you had moved on. But standing there, frozen in the middle of the café, it hit you like a cruel revelation.

Imagine, maybe it was never about the child. Maybe he just didn't see that future with you.

Imagine you almost turned around. You almost slipped out before he could see you. But fate wasn't that kind. His gaze found you.

and Imagine the way Sylus froze mid laugh. His smile faltered, just for a second but it was enough. The years between you collapsed into that single look, familiar, aching, and devastatingly tender.

Imagine the way it looked like he still loved you. You saw it in the way his shoulders tensed, in the way his hand hesitated on the boy's back, like he'd forgotten how to breathe. In the way his fingers curled slightly like he wanted to reach for you.

Imagine the woman beside him noticed nothing. The boy tugged at his sleeve, demanding his attention. But Sylus… He was staring at you like you were a ghost he had been waiting to see.

Imagine you should have looked away. But you didn't. Instead, you gave him the smallest smile you could manage, the kind that said. I'm okay. I survived. You did too.

and Imagine for a moment, he looked like he might stand. Like he might come to you, like he might say everything neither of you had the courage to back then. But he didn't. And neither did you.

because Imagine, this was his life now. His choice. His family. And maybe because love wasn't enough. Maybe it never had been.

so Imagine you tore your eyes away. Even though every step felt like ripping out something that had been stitched into you. You walked to the counter, ordered a coffee you wouldn't taste and left.

Imagine you didn't look back. Not even when you swore you could feel his gaze burning into your back. Not even when you heard the faint scrape of a chair, as if he almost, almost, chased after you.

Imagine you left. Because loving him once had already ruined you. Loving him again would've destroyed you. And this time, you wouldn't survive it.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

[vianitry]

lads if the MC is absolutely selfless

[vianitry]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑 ;)

pairing: husband!sylus x reader

genre: fluff, guilt-tripped husband!sylus, dramatic overreaction, post-spicy-night consequences, slightly suggestive content & comedy.

a/n: this was really funny in my mind, and I hope it's still as funny in this moment!

It was just past 3 am. The sky outside your room's windows was a dusky grey, the kind of soft stillness only early mornings knew. The sheets were tangled low on your bodies, warmth clinging to the air after the night you'd shared. You were asleep beside him, your lips slightly parted, a hand still resting over his heart like you didn’t want to let go. He didn’t move right away.

Propped on an elbow, he looked down at you, and his usual calm composure cracked just enough to let a rare smile slip through. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as hazy memories from the night before flickered through his mind, the way your fingers clutched at him, how breathless you sounded when you whispered his name, the way you both completely lost track of time, sense and reason.

Sylus chuckled under his breath, shaking his head softly to himself. Stars, he thought, you really do ruin me. Still grinning, he leaned in and brushed a kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to feel your sleepy sigh. His voice was quiet, barely a breath against your skin.

“I’ll be back before dinner,” he murmured. “Love you, kitten.” He dressed in silence, his movements precise. Then he was gone, the door sliding shut behind him with a muted hiss.

You didn’t wake until almost an hour later, groggy and sore in the hips, and cursed him under your breath with a faint smile as you walked your way into the bathroom.

By the time you arrived at the Hunter’s Association, the day was already a mess. A routine wanderer sweep had turned chaotic, reports underestimated the breach by dozens. What was supposed to be a minor patrol ended up being an all-out scramble. You were one of only three Hunters on-site, and all communications with dispatch were delayed due to a system error.

Mid-battle, a blast from a wanderer cracked the pavement beneath you. You slipped while pivoting, your boot catching awkwardly on shattered concrete. Pain lanced through your ankle as you twisted hard to avoid a hit, landing in a crouch with a grunt. You kept going, adrenaline overriding the sharp ache, but by the end of the mission, your limp was pronounced, and your legs felt like jelly.

You didn’t report it, just like always. Just brushed it off, tied your hair back, and told dispatch you were fine.

The smell of sautéed garlic fills the apartment when Sylus steps in. He’s back early from a mission, bruised, tired, but craving nothing more than the warmth of his wife and her cooking.

But then he sees it, you’re in the kitchen, humming softly, barefoot in his T-shirt, stirring something in the pot. But you're limping. Just a little. Just enough for his entire soul to spiral.

His voice is low, tight. “My love… why are you limping?” You turn to greet him with a bright smile. “Hey! You're back early.” He doesn’t smile back. No, Sylus is staring at you like you just got shot and didn’t tell him. “Sylus?” you blink, confused.

He crosses the room in three long strides and stands in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. “Did I… last night…” His jaw clenches. “Did I hurt you?”

You nearly laugh, but the look on his face, like he’s ready to quit life and become celibate, stops you. But Sylus is already unwrapping your foot like it’s made of glass. “You should’ve texted me,” he mutters, inspecting you for bruises. You sigh, trying not to blush at the memory of the very enthusiastic night prior.

“Sylus, you weren’t” “I was.” He looks up at you, guilt swimming in those dangerous eyes. “I should’ve stopped…”

“I slipped during the mission today,” you explain. “Landed weird and twisted it a little, but it's fine.”

He falters. You cross your arms, but Sylus is not convinced. Now he’s in full “I broke my precious wife, plus she got injured without me there” mode. He straightens up, arms wrapping protectively around you as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m not touching you again unless you promise me you’ll stop me if it’s too much.” You raise a brow. “You say that now, but wait until I wear that red lace set again.” Sylus visibly short-circuits.

You lean in with a smirk. “I limped because I stepped wrong, dodging an enemy. But now that I think about it…” You pause dramatically. “I was still sore from last night.” 

Sylus.exe has crashed.

He scoops you up and carries you to the couch. “No cooking for you tonight. You’re on rest orders. I’ll take care of everything.” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Does that include feeding me grapes and a full body massage?”

“…Don’t tempt me.”, he looks down at your eyes, glinting with mischief.

Then, with no more warning, he pulled you, lowering to meet your mouth in a slow, smirking kiss, all heat, all promise, lips curling against yours as if the idea of not touching you again was the real crime here.

[vianitry]

a piece of your mind

silent communication with the lads guys. alternatively, how they can tell you’re upset without you saying anything.

content: fluff, all lis included, mentions of anxiety/overstimulation

note: i’ve been in a bit of writing block but i am working on another full length xavi fic 🥰 if you have any requests please feel free to send them to my ask! <3

XAVIER

it was an anxious tick; a sign that something was worrying you or your social battery was dutifully running out. xavier picked up on it immediately, the way your hand snuck under the table and clasped over his. with a flick of his wrist, he laced his fingers with yours and rested your intertwined hands in his lap. no one would’ve even noticed your distress since the two of you were still all smiles, pretending to be interested in the conversation that was bustling around the dinner table.

the sounds of chatter and laughter, the music blaring from the speakers, the constant movement of people walking around the restaurant, you could barely tune out any of it. a headache was slowly creeping behind your eyes and your leg was now noticeablely bouncing against your chair. xavier’s thumb stroking the back of your hand was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“should i fake diarrhoea so we can run out of here?” xavier asked, his tone so serious that it made you laugh under your breath.

“yes please do.”

ZAYNE

dr. zayne wasn’t one for overt displays of affection. he’d keep an arm draped over your shoulders when you were crossing the street or a peck on the forehead when he dropped you off at work — that was it. but, despite his caring yet aloof demeanour, he was a highly intuitive man that always knew when you needed him to step things up a bit.

the two of you were at his colleague’s wedding, standing a respectful distance apart as he chatted to a few of the guests. a particularly nosy aunty of the groom began attempting to set zayne up with her daughter and, while the man did his best to calmly diffuse the situation, she wouldn’t budge.

feeling fed up, you discreetly reached out for his hand. you intended to just give him a little tap to communicate your discomfort, but zayne knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew you were more than just uncomfortable. so as soon as your fingers brushed against his, he clasped them together and tugged you forward to stand at his side, a quiet gesture to show he’s taken.

RAFAYEL

in your relationship, you never had the opportunity to initiate any physical intimacy because rafayel always beat you to it. he was clingy, in an endearing way, that always left you flustered. oh how you wished to wipe that smug look off his face and for once have him be the one taken aback. the opportunities to catch him off guard didn’t come often, but you were ready to take any chance you got. so you planned your surprise for days on end; a cute new lingerie set and an array of his favourite scented candles that would surely make him melt.

but of course, your always observant boyfriend caught you out immediately and you watched in horror as he pulled the hidden lingerie out from under the bed.

“you can’t fool m—“

he cut himself off when he saw the smile on your face. it wasn’t your usual smile, he could instantly tell that you were genuinely upset. it was a look that he hated seeing on your pretty face.

“um actually cutie? could you go put this on for me?” he asked softly, holding the garment out to you.

the rosy blush that appeared on his cheeks was enough to flip your mood.

SYLUS

kieran and luke were like your little brothers and you loved cooking for them. they were the perfect blend of sweet and annoying, but unfortunately that evening they preferred to be the latter.

“i can do it!” kieran yelled.

“i’ll do it better!” luke countered before a lump of pizza dough went flying into the air.

at that point, the blank look on your face would’ve had anyone believing you had everything under control. you quietly busied yourself stirring the sauce on the stove, your expression serene as kieran and luke continued to bicker and make a mess of the kitchen.

when sylus strolled in, his sharp eyes immediately took notice of your distance demeanour and he knew you were becoming overstimulated.

“i just got new tires on the bike,” sylus exclaimed, grabbing the two boys’ attention instantly, “go break them in for me.”

“on it boss!” the duo said in unison before darting out of the kitchen.

sylus silently walked closer to you, pressing a kiss to your head before leaving you to cook in peace.

CALEB

it started off as a harmless joke. caleb would hide your things on the highest shelves from time to time, forcing you to either clamber up the kitchen counters or ask him for help. you usually laughed it off, knowing your boyfriend loved to play silly pranks on you. but, after a long, debilitating day at work, you weren’t in the mood.

your eyes stared at the jar of peanut butter taunting you from the upper cabinet and you had to hold back your frustration. half expecting to see you already climbing up to retrieve the jar, caleb stopped in his tracks. just from your still figure, your back facing him, he knew you were pissed.

he rushed into the kitchen and scooped you up into your arms. he held you up around your waist while he used his other hand to grab the peanut butter before you reached your breaking point.

“don’t be mad, i’m sorry baby.” he giggled softly, hugging you close as you melted into his loving embrace.

[vianitry]

[scenario/drabble] just like that

Summary: When LIs mimic clichéd villain voice lines, you get flustered- and they decide to do something about it. <3

Genre: Fluff; TW Suggestiveness

SYLUS

It started from a hypothetical question- whether he'd have an iconic line if he starred in a movie. He humored the idea, so he's scrolling through a website listing out various quotes while you sit with your legs draped sideways over his lap.

You’re halfway off the couch, wanting to reach for your phone to search for more quotes, when his arm wraps around your waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice low and cloyingly sweet, crimson eyes glinting.

You freeze, pulse jumping- then the giggling starts, bubbling up your chest until you're doubled over with peals of laughter rattling you.

“Oh my god, you actually said it-” you say, giddy with a wide grin on your face.

He yanks you back towards him, his grip firm. "Did you really think you could escape?"

You clutch the fabric of his shirt, fist curling into the cotton in a desperate attempt to vent some of the giddiness . “Damn, that's- that's really hot,”

He chuckles, nose brushing your temple, traces of roughness lingering in his voice when he speaks. “I should've seen this coming.” His free hand skims up your thigh. “Why don't we see how else I can… villainize this evening, kitten?”

“Show me what you’ve got,”

You squeak when he surges forward, but instead of a searing kiss, he only brushes his lips against yours. You frown in confusion, and soon realise he’s watching you with amusement glittering in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be a villain if I gave you everything you wanted, kitten,” he muses.

(Just when you think he’s done, he goes on to show you what he really meant by villainizing the night.)

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ZAYNE

It's a lazy evening where Zayne is lounging on the couch next to you, the screen flickering in the background as you busy yourself with tidying the multitude of items that have made their way to the coffee table after the week.

"You’re not leaving this bed." Zayne mumbles the line from the drama on TV, then blinks when you choke on your spit.

“…did I say anything to warrant that reaction?” He asks.

“Nothing! I mean- It’s just- wow,” You mimic his tone. “‘You’re not leaving this bed-’”

Realisation dawns on him and he shifts to eliminate any remaining space between the two of you on the couch, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “I see,”

Before you can say anything else, he pins you down, hazel-green eyes dark as his hands encircle your wrists.

“I was just mimicking the show,” His knee slots between yours. “But if you prefer the full delivery of the scene… I'm more than happy to entertain you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Well according to you, I’m not leaving, so…”

He chuckles, “Correct.”

(Neither of you leave the couch for quite a while.)

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XAVIER

You're doodling on the corner of your planner while Xavier taps away on his gaming console, the rapid-fire clicking only fading when there's a cutscene. You stretch out your legs and massage them as you watch the characters grapple onscreen, feeling mild pins and needles from having them crossed for so long on the bed.

"You’ll never get away,” Xavier repeats the in-game dialogue absently, then tilts his head when you giggle. “Hm? Did I say it wrong?”

“No, it’s just-” You tap on your chin, trying and failing to phrase it otherwise, “-Kinda hot when you say it that way?”

He moves- flipping you onto the bed in one smooth motion, his blue eyes blazing. “…This is hot?”

His hips press down. “Or this?”

You’re too breathless to answer, only instinctively reaching to cup his face, as you meet his gaze with your own wide eyes.

He leans in to press a kiss against the junction of your neck and shoulder, and you feel him smiling against your skin. “Guess you really won’t get away.”

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RAFAYEL

You're scrolling through videos on your phone when one particular scene has you rewatching it, to a point where Rafayel picks up on the same rhythm of speech looping over and over again, despite the low volume on your speakers.

“What's got you rewatching it for five minutes?”

“It’s only been two minutes, Raf,”

“Of a twenty second video!” He argues, trying to reach for your phone and pouting when you tuck it behind your back.

“No you don't understand, it's hot, Raf- promise you have to say it if I show you!” You say, grinning as you hand him your phone.

Rafayel frowns when the video loops. “Cutie, that’s sooo clichéd-”

But you bat your lashes, and he melts. “Ugh, fine.” He grabs your waist, spinning you to face the mirror.

“You belong to me,” he murmurs, nose brushing your hair before he turns to look at the mirror again. “Nobody else.”

You suppress a shudder when his hands wander, toying with the hem of your shirt before his fingers slip under the fabric.

“You're only proving my point right-” your voice cuts off when his fingers press down with more pressure.

“Yeah?” he says absentmindedly, his purple eyes dark with intent as his gaze rakes over you.

You turn around to wrap your arms around his neck. “It's hot, isn't it?” You coo.

And that's all it takes for him to press you up against the mirror, his lips slotting over yours in one hungry kiss after another.

_____

CALEB

You're playing a game of laser tag at the arcade, and while Caleb is quick and strong, you've been to this arcade far more than Caleb has, and you know the layout of this maze like the back of your hand.

But when footsteps sound from behind, you turn- your pulse spikes- he's got you. Yet there's no buzz on your vest- he hasn't even held up the laser gun yet.

"You can run, but you can't hide," Caleb croons when you reach for the door.

The words shoot through your nerves like a jolt of electricity.

You stare, lips parted. “…holy shit?”

His violet eyes assess you- then a slow, dangerous smirk tugs on his lips.

“Try to run,” he says, advancing. “I dare you.” You bolt, laughing- but he catches you in three strides, slamming you against the wall. “Gotcha.”

“Ah- hey! That's not fair- you can't just ambush me like a hot villain,” you ramble, breathless and almost dizzy from the way he's crowding you against the wall, “And there are cameras,”

His grip gentles, yet his voice is rough. “A hot villain, you say? But I'm not doing anything… inappropriate, pips. Juuust cornering my enemy,”

You push half-heartedly at his chest, but with his six feet worth of muscles, you might as well be pushing against a concrete wall.

“Not even running, huh?” He whispers, and you melt against him, earning a chuckle.

“Just shoot me with that laser already,” you mumble, the heat of your cheeks having nothing to do with the protective gear you wear. “You win,”

He steps back pats your head. “Alright, alright, I'll let you go. Just this once.”

Your pout doesn't escape Caleb's attention, and he makes it up to you once you're home- this time, there's really no escape, and your sweet surrender is worth all the losses at laser tag.

Note: LMK what yall thought hehe this one was so incredibly fun to write bc at first i was gonna just write them all as villains but i was like. Hm. I want it to be soft and cute too!! So i got them to say villainy things instead one day i shall write them as villainy characters ANYHOW THANK YOU FOR READING!! Comments and Reblogs are forever appreciated too <33

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[vianitry]

asking for a friend (i swear!) || texts between lads men x f!reader

summary: just a casual misunderstanding between u and your lover-to-be.

(in other words, you play cupid for your friend. they misunderstand.)

warnings: pre-relationship lads x reader, some implied violence (never against the reader), xavier being annoying af, some mild angst in raf's part :(

a/n: again, i brainstormed this last night and am posting it this morning. i have again strayed from my wip list. i am once again not sorry. i hope you like how this turned out, because it was pretty fun to make 🙂‍↕️

that said, some might be longer than others, but i tried to keep them all the same length. i do think zayne would Stand On Business and not beat around the bush, hence his being the shortest (by a few texts pls don't hate me)

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[vianitry]

Imagine fucking Sylus so good he shows up to a scheduled business meeting the next day and nobody knows what to do because the Leader of Onychinus has a small smirk on his lips and he’s so relaxed that there is no negotiations to be made. He just does whatever ends the meeting faster. Honestly? The room has never been more tense. So, it’s unsurprising that the buyers are scrambling to get out of dodge once the deal has been made.

Luke to Kieran: oh he got it good last night…

Kieran to Luke: We should pick up some of her favorite snacks as a thank you for such an easy day…

[vianitry]

Let you break my heart again~

Izzy notes: was working on the other fics until i started blasting ‘let you break my heart again’ by laufey for an hour while crying and this scenario wouldnt leave my head so you all should suffer with me.

CW: Pain, just pain, OOC caleb and mc (shes kinda mean here sorry), you are a very ‘normal’ girl and people are terrible, not canon, mc and caleb are not siblings but have very close families.

A story about Caleb and Non!mc. You

Where you grew up as mc and caleb’s childhood friend, you fell in love with caleb ever since you first saw him, a dashing smile on his face that made your heart beat unaturally fast. You became fast friends them, having move into the neighbourhood when you were 7, itching for adventure in a new place, with new faces.

You were a year older than mc, and a year younger than caleb, making her the baby of your trio and you both always made sure she was well-taken care of.

Come second grade and you and him were in the same class, with mc in 1st grade. Despite this, he never left her alone, every lunch break and reccess was spent with her, feeding her her favorites and buying her snacks while you tagged along awkwardly, not really knowing how to add yourself to an an already well-established dynamic.

But you really wanted to be their friend.

Although they dont seem to share the same idea , your presence sometimes being ignored for their other childhood friend. A boy with the prettiest green eyes that seemed cold around everything but mc and whose ice evol was much cooler than whatever you could bring to tthe friendship.

Like the third wheel you are.

You watch them sometimes walking ahead of you after school, their shadows melding together in a perfect trio. It makes you question if they even wanted you around…

It got even worse in high school, although zayne had moved away for college, since he graduated first. It didnt feel like you had gotten any closer, Mc had her own cliques that were more like….her. Preppy, trendy, the popular type that gets all the boys and just..cute all over, while you stood there out of place in your old worn-out sneakers that you keep because you loved that pair and comfy sweaters with holes that you’ve picked out of anxiety, overthinking your place in this friendship you’ve had for years.

do they even like you?

These thoughts plagued your mind like a bee hive, buzzing incessantly, but It seems too late to questioned that, the countless sleepovers, secrets you’ve all spilled during ice cream hangouts, food court trips, and visits to the beach, it all must be proof of your closeness to each-other—isitnot?. You still have the pretty shell caleb had given you that day, it was a beautiful white conch shell, one of your prized possessions still sitting on your caleb shrine…

Yes.

You have a caleb shrine.

That’s not weird at all! Dont people have collections of things they love??!

….

Okay maybe you are a little weird for having a small shrine of him….

But you promise that there’s nothing weird going on—-! You don’t follow him around or anything!

Sure you were a bit too clingy, but you like your new friends, even though there are others, the three of you together felt special, like the three muskateers or something..

You loved making plans with them for little study sessions, and you pretend not to notice how they often have them without you, you pretend you dont feel the pain of being left out everytime your scroll past their recent photos they’ve uploaded on Moments.

Matching outfits,matching drinks..where they in a relationship? You wonder, the caption says otherwise “studying for finals with my bestie~❤️“, your finger hovers over the photo, wondering if you should heart it.

But then you see it, a piece of your pink sweater sticking out of the supposed ‘perfect couple’ photo and you feel yourself shrink in disbelief.

You were there with them, yet they didn’t even bother to take a picture with you..when did they take it? When they were sure you weren’t looking so you wouldn’t ask to be in it?

Looking through both their profiles, you bite your lip, noticing the lack of you in them, even though you had them in yours.

You don’t think they hate you, after all you’ve spent your entire childhood with them. You three were the best of friends.

Yet it seems not everyone at school shared the same idea, as though you ruined the perfect duo that they were, a stain on the Prince and Princess of Linkon high.

‘they look soooo perfect for each-other’ you remember some people gush over them whenever they were picked to play as beauty and the beast for the school play.

And you?

A fucking broom.

Not even the main one, just a background broom.

They were always so in sync with in each-other, his eyes always look for her in a crowd, always the first to call out her name and wait for her no matter how late she was. Makes sure to win her gifts at amusement parks, and the stupid claw machine you’re sure is rigged. Until he comes to win her plushies to add to her ever growing collection while you wait there with your hands empty and heart waiting.

He would pack her favorites and keep snacks that she likes just in case she got hungry. He always—always shared his answers with her, taking the time to teach her material she couldn’t wrap her head around and there to console her when she failed.

but you?

You never first in his eyes.

you were never his first priority. But— you were okay with it, after all they were close before you even came around, being the youngest you understand caleb’s soft spot for her. But you can’t help but be jealous when they would walk ahead of you, running after them, calling out and playfully hitting them for not waiting up, but the slight pang in your chest never left. The gifts he would give you—a cute sheep plush. At first you thought it was sweet precious even- the happiest you’ve ever been at fifteen—only for the hope to crush you when mc comments that she had a duplicate of that so she gave it to caleb instead.

The same plushy you begged caleb to give you after he was done winning mc multiple prizes at the arcade, but one look at her puppy eyes and he told you he would win you one the next time.

They didn’t even invite you the next time.

You held back tears that day-smile wobbly and nodding.

You never expected much after that.

You nodded when caleb told you he couldn’t wait for you, ‘ i need to walk mc, she gets scared of alleys when walking back home—you understand don’t you?’, you held your tongue when they didn’t wait for you at lunch, their food done and finished as you just arrived, you didnt even speak up when they shared your umbrella when it was raining on the way home, you had to use your own bag to cover yourself because caleb was worried mc would get sick from the rain.

Yet you couldnt help but like him.

You feel so stupid for liking someone that will never have eyes for you. Too busy watching out for his little angel in case she trips over her own two feet for the third fucking time in a row.

But you can’t help it, he was never really rude to you, he was just too focused on taking care of mc, that’s what he was used to.. he did his best to include you in things, conversations that where you discussed topics you were passionate about and he would just listen, midnight calls where he comforted you after terrible nightmares and anxiety attacks.

A hill you both found after a day of exploring, one that overloooks the beautiful sunset you both love to watch and unwind. A spot that you both promise was your ‘special hiding spot’, a spot he hasn’t even told mc. You go there every time you feel nervous about an exam, or if you’ve had a fight with one of your parents and he was always there, to comfort you and be by your side and encourage you with sweet words—

Making sure you both share a ride on the rollercoaster, even though he rode the teacup with mc for the sixth time that day while you only got one ride before she started complaining she wanted to go home. You didnt want to, asking caleb if she can go home by herself so you two can enjoy yourselves on the rides a little longer but he shut that down quick ‘pipsqueak can’t walk home alone’ he says, grabbing her hand ‘ i’ll be back’

He never came back.

You waited for hours until the sun went down, two cotton candies ignored in your hand while you waited for his message, only for him to say that mc and him were watching her favorite show and he couldn’t come back and for you to walk home alone

By yourself.

But you can’t hate him. You wish you could..

He was always so kind, so helpful, he never raised his voice at you and wasn’t the type to leave you behind…

Unless it came to mc of course.

You liked him for who he is as a person, a hard-working grandson who loves his family, who uses his free time volunteering at the animal shelters, and teaching the local kids how to play basketball.

Which is why—you decided to finally do it!

You were gonna confess on your last year of senior high.

You don’t want to hide your feelings anymore, you wanted him to know just how much you liked him.

So on the 1st week of October, you stood in front of him, nervous. It was a cool friday, a nice breeze flowing through the air and drying the sweat the dripped from your temple.

The sun was setting behind you, it was quiet since there aren’t that many students around. You—with your messed up, homemade chocolate that you stayed up all night the day before, so many trial and errors, chocolates you are very sure you burned twice before finally, finally getting it right-

Only for the chocolate to spill all over the floor, you let out a squawk before a curse leaves your mouth, banging your leg against the side of the table, it leaves you reeling in pain, you almost cry out in the comical fashion, because— what the fuck!?

You just wanted to make chocolate for the boy you love!

You heave a heavy sigh, no use crying over spilled chocolate(see what i did there?), you start over, eyeing the amount of dishes growing in the sink and mentally crying at the consequences that you will be washing all dat.

You sigh in exhaustion and look over your ingredients, you have enough to make one more batch and you hope to whatever god was out there it goes right this time.

And it’s like luck has shined down upon you, because it turns out perfect!—you actually cry this time because damn it, it took you like 6 fucking hours to make 5 chocolate hearts!

You packaged it up all nice and cute, a orange heart-shaped box with purple ribbon, you thought it fit well since it was October for the color scheme but honestly it’s because the purple reminds you of his eyes.

And now you stand before him. The boy of your dreams for years, you stutter just to get the words out “ w-will you go out with m-me, Caleb?!” You say the last part out a little loud, cringing at the volume, it was silent for a while, before a warm hand pats your head, you open your eyes, not realizing how hard you had them clenched, he takes the box you held out and smiles, so bright “sure!”

You blink, not sure you were hearing right—you were so sure he was gonna reject you…a big smile shows on your face, maybe this time..

He’ll choose you first.

You don’t realize how much you’ll regret thinking those words.

When you both got together, everyone was shocked, like they didn’t expect it, nervous eyes darting over between you and her. were they looking for animosity? maybe her giving you both the cold shoulder. But she didn’t react when caleb broke the news to her, ‘congrats guys!’ Was all she said as she laughs, not a hint of anger in those angel eyes of hers.

But you saw it—

A slight quiver in her lip, the shakiness in her eyes, a strained smile.

But you couldn’t feel bad, ‘you’re such a bad friend’ you hear a terrible voice whisper in your head. But it’s not fair. She’s had him her whole life and now he’s finally yours—! You ignore the guilt creeping up your throat because it wasn’t fair…

Everyone had mixed thoughts about your relationship

Mc’s group of friends avoided you, talking about you behind their back, how you ‘stole her one and only light’ and mc didn’t do anything to refute, she stayed silent, as though…agreeing to it all.

People at school were not expecting you both, you can tell they saw mc with caleb instead, he didn’t say anything to defend you, you didn’t say anything either.

At first it was fun—the first few months were bliss, you went on dates, walks to the park, and multiple trips to the beach, Mc was always there of course, for some reason caleb always had a reason for why mc just had to be there, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like it was on purpose right? Besides-It felt just like old times when the three of you would go everywhere together. She wasn’t ruining your dates becuase she didnt want you two alone—right?

Right?

You had never once said anything bad about mc. You couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Shouldn’t.

Because Mc was Perfect, she was an angel and she could do no wrong, even if she ignored you on purpose, made everyone pick her over you and always, always wanted caleb to help her with whatever the fuck she needed helping because she was oh so helpless while telling you that ‘you can do it yourself, you’re big enough’.

But now you want nothing more than to curse her name a bit.

Because she just. Kept. Appearing.

A few times was fine—then it just kept happening, she was already there despite you not telling her where you two were going and you suspect caleb was telling her where you two where headed, maybe she asked, but you were frustrated at the blatant lack of privacy that you both had a fight about it, yelling that you both need to have your ‘alone time together’ since you’re in a relationship now and mc can’t just keep barging in. he tried to calm you down until you couldnt take it anymore,

“she just wants you for herself caleb?! Can’t you see? Shes trying to break us apart!”

…

At those words you saw caleb’s eyes darkened, you freeze. It was silent now, heavy breathing leaving you after all the screaming.

“Don’t you EVER say those words” he hissed, you flinched back, why was it so venomous?

“She didn’t do anything to make you so paranoid, so stop being so fucking delusional and understand that you can’t monopolize all my fucking time and energy”

.

.

He left right after but you stood still, shook to your core, it was the first time seeing him so…angry.

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After that incident it became tense between you and caleb, you tried to bridge that gap with jokes, good morning messages and texts to take care of himself and snacks he likes but he didn’t seem like he was all there, he zoned out often, not listening to you speak for minutes, gazing at something you couldn’t see.

You will never truly have his attention. A voice bites in your head.

It sounds just like her.

You were sure she was laughing at you.

You had a bad habit of being clingy to things and people you love so you can’t help it if you wanted to be around him all the time…but maybe it wasnt helping him.

Mc started avoiding you and caleb got worse, he became quick to anger, losing focus on his tasks and school work leaving his grades to plummet and a screaming session where his coach yelled at him for 30 mintues straight when he couldn’t get his head in the game.

His friends who were worried for him, said that maybe he should break off the relationship, take some time fro himself since he started becoming like this when you got together. At first he refused—calling them rude and crazy for even suggesting that but then they threw their explanations at him and he couldn’t help but think ‘they’re right’.

You were clingy—well you always were but it tripled when you got together now he couldn’t go anywhere with you and you liked having calls at night that messed up his sleeping schedule.

You wanted to go somewhere all the time, he didnt have time for anything else as though you were trying to make for something—lost time perhaps?

Study dates, study dates—study dates!vyou always wanted to have one in the library after school and ask him for help on subjects he’s sure you aced at.

You were apparently very weird—they saw you saving candy wrappers from sweets he would discard and rumours of your shrine containing pieces of his hair and tissues he used to blow his nose.

Okay that one was kinda creepy—but cute at the same time.

But he understood their concerns, he sees it everytime he looks in a mirror, baggy eyes and pale skin, his muscles were disappearing since he couldn’t go to the gym without you tagging along and it was frustrating him that his phone was blowing up at all times of the day and it’s been days since mc spoke to him. She was angry and he didn’t know why, countless messages sent only for her to leave him on read.

He doesn’t notice the messages you sent. The last one reading ‘i love you caleb, please get some rest’.

She finally messages him, late at night with one sentence.

“Break up with her, then we’ll talk”

The coming weekend, he comes over to formally end your relationship, ‘ it’s better to do it early man’ his friends say. So here he is, at nine in the morning.

To break up with you.

At first he didn’t know what to think, why was pipsqueak telling him this, she offered no explanation despite multiple messages from him asking for a reason, he thought his friends were kidding when they said to break it off but now…

He liked you, you were sweet and kind but…that was all. You never struck him as someone to catch his eye through the years you’ve grown together, too plain, too simple. meanwhile mc flourished under his watchful gaze, growing more beautiful and he couldn’t help but feel his heart quickened everytime they meet eyes.

Why did he even accept your confession? Was he bored? Or maybe he was tired of waiting for her…

But if she was messaging him like this—then maybe it meant…

He knocks and waits for a while. Practicing the words in his heads, shoving down the guilt he’ll feel knowing it’ll break your heart but he can’t take it. Mc’s face flashes in his mind and he steels his resolve.

You finally open the door and is surpised before a smile takes over “come in” you usher, but he stays put, “this won’t take long” he says fists clenching, why does he feel so guilty?

“Huh?” You tilt your head, sleepy and still in your pajamas, “yn..” he breathes,

“Let’s break up..”

.

.

.

At first you didnt process it, mind moving slow from the sleep clouding you, before you laughed “oh caleb, it’s too early for jokes” your smile strains.

“I’m serious yn” he sighs, eyes tired. “ I want to break up with you”

It was quiet, the nieghbourhood was silent on a weekend like this, you stood there in shock and disbelief, the crushing weight of your heart dropping to your gut at his words “b-but…” tears well up “why..? W-what did i do?” You look up at him, bottom lip wobbling “it’s not you…you didn’t do anything” he looked away, “it’s…me i’m sorry for leading you on, i dont think i was ready for a relationship” his shoulders sag as he said this, like a weight has been lifted—or added?

You open your mouth to say something but he interrupts—“ so let’s just…end this okay? I do love you yn but i don’t i ever saw you like that..” your breath hitched was it mc again? You wanted to scream, was it mc you thought of?!

It wasn’t fair! Not fair at all!

NOTFAIRNOTFAIRNOFAIRNOTFAIRTHATSTUPIDBITC—

“Okay” you smile, hoping your tears don’t fall, making you look more pathetic “but…” you shove down a sob “ we can still be friends right? Just like old times?” You shiver, but it’s not from the cold.

“ yeah “ he nods “i’ll..see you around yn” he turns and walks away, leaving your house, leaving you, all alone.

Like many times before.

Months pass and it’s already june, and the entire time he doesn’t see you, doesn’t look for you too busy patching up things with mc and keeping her happy, enjoying his incoming graduation, partying the days away, too drunk and satiated to think how much of a hypocrite he was, a fucking liar.

It wasn’t until the last 2 weeks of school did he notice how you didn’t show up anywhere, you were always active around school, helping with events and staff but now even your friends came up to him to ask how you were.

He tried to remember the last time he saw you, but all he could see was your face full of pain on that morning, when the morning dew permeated the air and he stood in front of you to break your heart into little pieces and leaving you with the shards to fix.

No one had seen you, no one checked up on you and you don’t respond to anyone’s texts.

He tries to send a few during class, checking every period to see if you’ve responded, you usually did and panic only fills him with every hour.

what happened to you?

Are you ok? Were you hurt?

Where are you?

Should i make a part 2? (Might be a time skip with lots of steamy scenes tho lol)

[vianitry]

“Forgotten”

SylusQinXNonMc!Reader

TW: HEAVY ANGST, Mentions of blood, Death ?(reader?) Cliffhanger, mentioning of Mc, Jealousy

Note: not proofread so my bad. Also this is the first Drabble I’ve made in almost A YEAR so bare with me, eh ? 🥹

“Oh fuck.”

You strain to say while coughing up ash and struggling to get out under a huge piece of the building that once stood high. You can partially only move one set while the other was completely crushed paired with a barely function left arm. The explosion from the poorly executed bomb that Sylus trusted that Hunter with was massive and It definitely got the job done but at the expense of everyone including yourself in a tough spot or dead.

As your eyesight starts to becoming clearer, you can see from a ways away from you Sylus looking frantically. A sigh of relief washed over you as you attempt to call out to him in which he immediately looks your way. For a second, you think you see him walking towards you until he suddenly stops and his head snaps the other way. Your eyes slowly follow the sound and your brain registers who he’s looking at. Her. The hunter. And before you could blink, he ran towards her.

“Did he just…leave me?”

He didn’t even hesitate and he didn’t even give you a second glance. Like the wind he was gone and the fact that he did it so effortlessly stunned you. Sure, you could think rationally and understand seeing as she’s weaker and less capable to keep herself alive unlike a trained professional as yourself but seeing that panicked expression on his face at the thought of that useless woman getting a scratch on her let alone being gravely injured stirred up something in you. An emotion you refused to accept and pushed down ever since she first appeared almost six months ago…

Jealousy.

The way he throws all reasoning out the window just for her. How he practically turns the entire N109 Zone upside down just to find her. How every time she enters a room or looks at him, his eyes soften in a way that would make anyone observing think he’s completely enamored by her. And there’s no mistaking it, he is enamored by her and you refused to see it until now. Funny how slowly bleeding out and dying forces you to finally face the facts.

You WERE and ARE jealous of her.

The feeling made you squirm. How could you be jealous of her? You are skillful, reliable and more woman than she could ever be and you have proven time and time again that you were more suitable, no the right choice for Sylus so why in the hell would you be jealous of her? She was clueless, reckless, childish and mediocre at best. You couldn’t for the life of you up until this very moment find the reason why until you saw his face. It was one you never thought you would see on his face. A look that only is given to someone that makes him feel a certain way. A certain way that you have never made him feel. Love.

Has it always been this way?

“Of course not” you say to convince yourself as you recount watching the person you trusted with your life and heart leave you without a second thought underneath the rubble to save some girl with barely two functioning braincells elsewhere, using the remaining strength you have to attempt to crawl out but barely moving at all. But you knew it was and the ache from the gaping wound on the side of your chest and the leg injury but also your heart felt it too.

Were the nights lying next to him in his bed, naked bodies pressed against each other like two perfect puzzle pieces meant nothing? The evenings drinking together and handling the cities dirtiest individuals just business? Were you just a past time before he found her? Were you always just a placeholder? Did he ever have feelings for you like you did for him? You tried so hard to keep him and give your all to him but what if it wasn’t enough? What if you were too rigid and hard for him? What if all along it was never you?

Your vision starts becoming blurry again, head feeling heavier than before. The memories you held dear start pouring in, making tears mixed with blood and soot burning slowly down your cheek. “Well fuck me.” You chuckle weakly. Of course the last thing you imagine seeing is him running through the fire and rubble to come save you. Would he have the same amount of fear and care in his eyes like he did for her? What if you’re dead by then? Would he feel anything?

God you hate yourself but hey, it’s a nice thing to dream about before closing your eyes. He forgot about you and he’s not coming back and maybe that’s for the best because if he did and saved you, you would never be able to forgive him or her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a dream and he did come back about a short time later with help. Were you alive? Who knows. But he came and if only you could have seen his face.

Maybe you would have gotten your answer.

[vianitry]

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

Story Masterlist

Pairing: Sylus x f!Reader

Story Warnings: Angst, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Second Chances, Infidelity

This chapter of your life has officially ended– At least that’s what you’re trying to get across. You no longer want to be married to Sylus. There’s only one issue, you don’t have the option to end a marriage that you never wanted.

While you try everything in your power to end your marriage, your husband tries to find the missing piece.

[Chapter 1] No Way Out

[Chapter 2]

[vianitry]

so random but i think sylus would lose his mind during cockwarming. he would constantly ask us, as a consent king, if we want him to move– to shove his guttural cock inside of us. but what if we said no? is he going to beg for it? i wonder 🤭

The first time Sylus cockwarms you, he’s telling you he needs to pull out after thirty seconds because he’s going to cum. But you lock your legs around him and tell him no, which only spurs him on as he twitches and cums inside.

Unsurprisingly, he’s still hard. So he remains inside of you, nearly sweating from the effort of not bucking his hips into you. Filled with his cum, you’re extra warm. While it lulls you to sleep, it riles him up further. But he values your consent too much to take over and act on his whims.

So he holds you, jaw clenched tight, body stiff. So stiff you can’t help but groan, trying to get comfortable but your bed is just too… firm. “Sylus.”

“I-I’m fine, kitten. Go to bed.” But you see through his lie. However, a wicked idea fills your head. Sylus is always telling you to speak up, use your words to tell him what you want. If he’s not going to be honest, he’ll just have to suffer until he can follow his own rules.

“Alright, good night, baby.” And he’s twitching all over again, fingers digging into your hips as he spurts more of his seed into your womb. “Kitten…”

But you only hum, peering up at him with lidded eyes as you settle into the crook of his arm. “I need you.” And you come to learn that Sylus is not as defiant as you.

“Please let me move, I need to get it out of my system. You’re just so hot and soft and it’s driving me insane.”

You sigh, lifting your hips until he slips out. “Wha-“ he looks like he’s about to burst into tears. Until you turn over, laying half on your side and half on your stomach. With your leg hiking up and his cum starting to slip out, you glance over your shoulder at him. “Go ahead, baby.”

He’s pushing inside of you again, nearly sobbing with relief as he pounds you into the mattress. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank y—“ an endless mantra, a flurry of your name and I love yous sprinkled in.

[vianitry]

Moonlit Rut

synopsis: sweet bunny Xavier knocks off your potion and needs help in a rut.

content: mdni, piv sex, creampie, knotting, xavier is a bunny turns human in heat hell yeah

pairings: bunny Xavier x You

The full moon hung low over the quiet countryside, casting its silver glow over the wooden cottage nestled in a grove of wildflowers and overgrown grass. Inside, soft candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the cluttered shelves of herbs, spell jars and a collection of trinkets. And in the center of it all sat him, Xavier, your beloved bunny.

You found him months ago in the forest, all weak and trembling in the cold as winter approached. He was different from the wild ones: his fur was a strange silvery white, his blue eyes blinking at you like he understood your words. Since then, he'd never left your side. Followed you around the house, hopped after you in the garden, and curled beside you when you read by the fire. You brushed his fur every morning, fed him fresh fruit, and even knitted him a little scarf with his name stitched in a thread of gold.

Xavier was family, the company you didn't know you needed in your humble cottage far from the prying eyes of society. And tonight, you were brewing something new, an experimental tonic to help with magical transformation fatigue in familiars. A dear friend of yours reached out to commission it from you, and although you don't have experience in it, you reluctantly accepted and promised to do your research. You were so focused on writing down the ingredients that you didn't notice the subtle glimmer of moonlight that streamed through the open window, nor how it shimmered just over the potion's surface until—

CRASH—

A startled squeek. You panic at the sound of glass shattering, the liquid seeping into the floor, and in a blur of pale fur and cyan glow, Xavier twisted and groaned beneath the spilled potion.

"Xavier?" you gasped, reaching for him, but what met you wasn't the soft, round body of your precious bunny. You flinched at the feel of warm, smooth, human skin.

He lay sprawled across the rug, panting heavily, his bare chest heaving. His ears were long and velvety, twitching wildly atop his head, and a fluffy tail flicked beneath his hips. Sweat beaded on his temples. His pupils were blown wide, almost feral, but when he looked at you, his face softened at the familiar face.

"Hurts," he whimpered, crawling weakly toward you on his hands and knees. "Please... hurts so much..."

You stumbled back, heart hammering. "Y-you can talk?"

"I've always listened," he said, voice husky and trembling, "I can't think— it spilled—the potion—in a rut. I'm not supposed to—"

His hips bucked into the floor instinctively, like he was trying to rut against anything. Your cheeks flushed violently, horrified and guilty all at once. This was your bunny, you internally curse at yourself for being so careless in your workplace. You should've made sure he was at least away from the concoctions. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't mean to—Xavier, I'm sorry."

His ears dropped. "Need you. Please—mnh—only you smell right. I-it won't stop until..."

Until he's relieved. You've read about this in one of your books about familiars. But this wasn't your field of expertise, and you only knew so little about it. You feel helpless as you stared at him, your poor bunny trembling, leaking and panting like he was overheating from the inside out. His voice cracked when he tried to speak again, and tears welled at the corners of his lashes from how desperate he must have felt.

You knew bunnies were sensitive, easily overstimulated, and in constant need during rut season. But this? This was unbearable to watch, let alone imagine how your dear Xavier must be feeling. Your heart ached. Your sweet Xavier—the one who nuzzled your face every morning and slept curled up in your lap. You always loved him. Perhaps not in this way, but maybe it wasn't so different after all.

"I'll help you," you said softly, voice trembling, still so dumbfounded from the situation. You crawled closer, brushing his silver hair from his damp forehead. "Just this once, Xavier, I won't let you suffer."

His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, his hips jerking helplessly. "Love you," he groaned. "Always have. Even before this...always yours..."

Your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't believe your sweet bunny carried these feelings all along. But you knew, somewhere deep in your heart, that he made sure to show it through his actions. "You've always been mine, sweet bun."

Xavier whimpered as you pressed your palm on his cheek, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His body was burning in flames, thighs trembling beneath him. He couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop the need from rattling through his core like an earthquake. At this point, it was purely intinctual and maddening. His cock twitched against his stomach, flushed and dripping, already so hard it pains you to think how painful it must've hurt. He was panting like a prey being chased in the wild. And really, that's all he was right now—a creature ruled by instinct. A bunny in heat.

"Please," he begged again, his voice cracking. "It won't go away—please—need you, please—!" His ears twitched violently as he bucked forward without rhythm, grinding against your thigh like it was the only thing keeping him alive. You were on the floor with him now, his nails digging through your floorboards, trying to anchor himself, but nothing soothed him. Not until you touched him again.

Your fingers stroked behind his ear, the way he always liked when he was a bunny, and he immediately collapsed into your lap with a trembling gasp. "Xavier, I'm sorry—you're overwhelmed, baby. It's okay." You attempted to soothe him.

You should've felt shame. This wasn't what you imagined. You love Xavier, but not like this. Seeing him writhe helplessly, soaking with sweat, every inch of him begging for you, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. This is pure devotion; he didn't want anyone else but you. But still...

"Are you sure?" you asked, reaching down between you, curling your fingers around his slick length. He twitched violently, his whole body arching into your touch.

"Yes— yes-I'll die if you stop," he choked. "Please, I need to finish inside you—need to mate, to mark, I can't—!" he sobbed against your neck. "Please let me—!"

You inhaled sharply, heart still broken, hearing him struggle this much. His voice was broken, ruined from pleading. His whole body trembled as if he were already on the verge, and he hadn't even been inside you yet.

You leaned down, gently brushing your lips against the space near his ear. "Okay, okay, sweetheart," you said softly. "I've got you, I'll help you."

The moment your clothes came off, he lunged like he was starved, nuzzling, licking, whimpering. His nose buried against your skin, twitching like a bunny's, smelling you, needing your scent to ground him. His hips bucked wildly, leaking against your thigh, rutting like it was hardwired into him.

That's because it was. Bunnies didn't just want it once; they needed it over and over. They're fast and desperate. So when Xavier didn't waste a second to sheathe himself to the hilt into you, you yell out a whimper at the intrusion, arms hugging him as you shudder, adjusting to his size. Every thrust was frantic, almost mindless, not a rhythm in sight, ears flicking and tail twitching behind him. He couldn't slow down, nor stop. And your eyes roll back at the sheer pleasure alone of his heat radiating to your body. He was big, and every pump made you clench around him, his cock curving in the right places inside your gummy walls.

"More—can't stop—hurts if I stop," he sobbed, face buried in the crook of your neck. "Let me—again, please, again!"

His body folded over yours as he came the first time. He was shaking, gasping for air in breathless pants, and whispering thank you like a prayer. Oh, but he didn't soften like you thought. No, not even a little.

"Xavier," you panted, clutching his trembling back. "You're still...?"

He nodded frantically. "I have to, until it's out of me. I don't care if I die—I just want you. Please."

It wasn't gentle after that. It was just pure bunny heat. He became even more frantic and pathetic. He rutted into your slick cunt with animalistic force, whimpering at every clench, caressing your breasts, nipping at your throat like he didn't know what to do with himself. Tears stained his flushed cheeks, and each climax only made the next wave worse.

You thought he might finally slow down after the fourth time, but Xavier only grew more desperate. His thrusts had become erratic in another level. Almost like he was in a frenzy. He was panting, nearly crying against your neck, nails digging into your hips, anchoring himself. His soft ears flattened against his hair with every cant of his hips. He has you on the bed now, his sweet master, sweet owner. You owned him, and the thought alone was enough to make him go insane.

"So tight," he whimpered, "You feel so good—too good—I can't hold it-something's changing!"

Your brows furrowed, but in this moment, you were already too spent to even try to think straight. But when you felt it, you gasped at the realization. His cock felt different now, swelling at the base with every thrust, a bulge forming, pushing deeper, stretching you open in a way that made you cry out in both shock and pleasure.

"Xavier—! What's—what are you?!" you gasped, nails clawing on his back.

"I-I'm sorry," he choked out. "Wanna knot you—I didn't mean to—but I—I have to!"

He pushed deep, so deep—the swollen base of him slipped inside with a wet, forceful stretch, locking him in place inside your warm cunt. Your entire body jolted, breath catching in your throat as the knot swelled fully, sealing your sweat-slicked bodies together.

It was too much.

Your walls clenched instinctively, fluttering around his swollen cock, feeling every vein as waves of pleasure rippled through your heat. You moaned, nails scraping down his back as your orgasm crashed over you without warning for the nth time. It felt like being filled to the brink, stretched in the most obscene, possessive way. The knot pulsed inside you, keeping him in place, keeping every drop of his sweet release deep inside as he came with a loud, broken cry.

"Mine—mine—mine—" he sobbed, face nuzzling into your neck, hips still grinding in tiny, helpless thrusts even though he was stuck knotted in place.

You couldn't move; it was hard to even breathe. Every pulse of his knot inside you pushed another wave of warmth through your womb, and you could feel how much load he was giving you, how much he needed this. Your own body clenched around him again, milking him through every twitch and pulse, your climax dragging out far longer than normal just from his cock buried inside, all warmed up from your creampied walls.

You blinked up at him, eyes in a daze, face so flushed, and hair sticking to the sweat on your forehead. "Bunny... you knotted me," you panted.

Xavier whimpered. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean—don't hate me"

You shook your head, cradling his face. Only then did you realize how cute he looked up close, his cheeks and nose a tint of rosy pink. "I don't hate you, bun. I just... didn't expect it to feel so good."

His eyes fluttered shut, a soft whine escaping his throat. His hips gave one final twitch before he finally slumped forward, buried to the hilt, still locked inside you. And only then, once the last wave passed, did Xavier finally collapse, breathless, his body melting into yours with a soft, exhausted whimper.

holyshit what did I just write hehehe ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

[vianitry]

Reset | Unhealthy Oneshots

Pairing: Zayne × Reader

Genre: Dark Romance, Psychological Thriller, Slow-burn dread, Quiet insanity, Obsessive love, Frozen intimacy, Loop horror, Control disguised as care.

It’s too quiet.

It always has been.

You can’t remember a time when this place wasn’t silent—so still it felt unnatural, like sound had forgotten how to exist here. The air smells like antiseptic and mint. The walls are white, the curtains are always drawn, and the clocks tick a little too slow. And it’s strange—so, so strange—because you don’t even know where you are.

You don’t see anyone.

Not ever.

Just… you.

And him.

Zayne.

He tells you this place is remote. Peaceful. Perfect for his research.

“It’s necessary,” he always says. “Too much noise out there. Too many distractions."

You’d tried to understand—genuinely, you did. He’s a surgeon, a genius, someone important. Maybe all this… quiet is part of the job. But if that’s the case, why won’t he let you leave?

Why does he always avoid the question when you ask, his soft smile never quite reaching those tired eyes?

You’re allowed to be near him. That’s all. You sit beside him while he writes, while he types, while he stares at test tubes that glow faint blue. You eat the food he makes—perfect portions, no seasoning. You watch him fold laundry, scrub the floor, place pills into tiny white cups.

But you’re never allowed to help.

You’re not even allowed into the lab.

He always locks it.

Every door in this house—except the one to your room—has a lock. Not that you’ve tried opening them much. He’s always around. Watching.

And still… you don’t remember anything before him.

You try to.

You want to.

But when you close your eyes, all you can recall are blurry moments: the sound of his laugh when you were younger, sunlight on a swing set, his hand in yours.

Then—nothing. Just… here. This place. With him.

It’s suffocating in a way you can’t explain.

Like the walls are pressing in.

Like you’re not even real anymore.

---

The door clicks open.

You blink.

Zayne steps in, calm as always. His dark hair falls into his eyes, and there are fresh shadows beneath them—deep, exhausted hollows. His coat smells like hospital-grade sanitizer.

“Are you feeling any symptoms?” he asks, voice low, clinical.

You sit up slowly, rubbing your arms. His eyes are on you. Always on you.

You nod vaguely, unsure.

“A bit,” you say. “Just… tired. Headache.”

He walks over, reaching for your wrist like he’s done it a hundred times. His fingers are cool and steady. You don’t pull away.

“It’s your heart again,” he murmurs. “We need to adjust your dosage. You know you can’t strain yourself.”

You say nothing.

You want to say why?

You want to ask—again—what exactly is wrong with you.

But you already know what he’ll say.

“You’re ill, love. Your heart’s fragile. You have to stay close to me. I can’t lose you again.”

You look up at him. Those eyes… they’re dead tonight. Worse than usual.

And he’s shaking. Just barely.

You’ve seen it before—on the nights he clings to you like a child in the dark, whispering someone’s name, begging something not to take you away.

“Zayne…”

“Hmm?”

“You had a nightmare again, didn’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

And then you feel it—

That ache.

Your chest twists, and your head throbs like it’s splitting. The floor tilts under you, your knees giving out as you hit the cold tile.

Hands on your chest. One on your head.

You’re crying—and you didn’t even realize.

Not sobbing. Not loud.

But your body feels like it’s weeping. Like your soul is grieving something it’s only just remembered.

And then—flashes.

Screams.

Needles.

Wires.

Warmth.

Straps on your wrists.

Voices begging. You, begging.

The sound of your own sobs.

The voice that whispered, “Just a little longer, she’s stabilizing…”

Your mouth falls open.

“What… what are these memories…?”

You barely hear the footsteps as Zayne rushes over.

“No—no no no—YN, I’m here,” he says frantically, crouching beside you. “Let’s get your medicine. Just breathe. It’s okay—”

“I don’t want more medicine,” you say hoarsely.

He freezes. “What…?”

“I said I don’t want more of it, Zayne. I don’t—I don’t trust it—”

“What do you mean?!” he snaps, voice cracking. “If you don’t take it, then—then you’ll remember everything!”

You stare at him. The blood drains from your face.

“What… what do you mean by that…?”

His breath hitches. His hands tremble.

“I didn’t want this,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to—but you—you wouldn’t stop crying. You wanted to leave, and I couldn’t let you—”

He covers his face with one hand, voice breaking apart like glass.

“You’re doing this again,” he says. “Again and again… always when we’re so close to peace. I fixed it. I fixed you.”

You don’t realize you’re crawling backward until your hand hits the baseboard of the wall.

You can’t breathe.

You can’t breathe.

Zayne looks up at you—

And for the first time, you see it.

That look. That broken, terrified, haunted look in his eyes.

And behind it… something else.

Resolve.

“Then… I have no choice but to reset you again, love...” he says quietly. His voice is cold. Ice. But his eyes are full of tears.

You stop moving. “Huh—”

You scream—

Or maybe you don’t.

The world goes black.

---

You wake up.

Lying in bed.

Sheets tucked just the way he likes.

Curtains drawn. White light.

Too quiet.

You blink slowly, fingers curling around the edge of the blanket.

“It’s such a quiet place…” you think, eyes scanning the stillness.

You don’t see anyone.

Except for…

Him.

Zayne.

He smiles as he walks in, tray in hand.

"Are you feeling any symptoms?” he asks.

You blink again.“I don’t think so…”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

A/N: Part 2?

[vianitry]

I have had thoughts about an oblivious Player being put into the Love and Deepspace world rolling around in my head.

Player being so used to the boys being in love with MC, they just assume nothing will happen, even with their favorite character, they've pushed their feelings aside. With them just being roommates at this point, they just think it's friends being friends.

Going from roommates/helping out by being Xavier's chef or Sylus's assistant, to friends, then them trying to flirt and Player being like, "They're such a good friend."

Of course, noticing that they're not hanging out with MC as much as they used to. But they're just making sure it's something MC would like before surprising her.

Player : This is so nice! Mc will love it. I'm the best wingman you'll ever have.

Boys : I am literally in love with you.

Player : I love you too, best friend:)

[vianitry]

i want the red, not because i want to fall in love with him (i already was), but because i want to eat apple candy flavor

Are you willing to take this?😋

[vianitry]

fuck you too, i love you

okay dude whatever tf