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bp hcs of what kids you'd have with them and how they'd turn out

a/n - yes I know you can't decide the gender of children, this is all made up make believe who even cares. also this turned out so long what the fuck man I'm so sorry

xavier

as freaked out as he is, i can't see him having a big family

just one or two kids, definitely a boy, maybe a girl too

he has surprisingly strong genes

that first boy especially is coming out with snowy hair and bright blue eyes lol (and yes this does go for any melanated xav girlies too. he's beating the odds of that punnett square and giving you blonde haired and blue eyed babies. his genes are very determined)

they grow to look a little more like you over time though

both kids are similar in demeanour to him as well - quiet, easy to please, clingy, sleepy

xavier is a little clueless at first but it's okay because he is so ready to learn

he is so lucky your babies are (relatively) low maintenance

absolute boss at the nap time part though

a/n: this xavier ficlet can finally see the sun lol. enjoy :3

dividers by @pixopix | ao3 link here

“You’ve made such a mess, starlight.”

The words barely register as you come down from your high. Labored breaths and cloudy thoughts are all you are at the moment when Xavier looks at you with a smug smile and soaked, ruined lips.

“Bold of you to say,” you retort softly, to which he responds with a laughter so melodious it wakes you up from your reverie.

With little kisses on your cheeks and sweet nothings accompanying the marks on your skin, Xavier begins to sit up. Little whines escape your lips, seeking the warmth of his skin and the love in his gaze, but he chuckles and assures you that he’ll be back.

“I’m just going to grab a towel, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Then we’re going to watch a movie.”

A movie? Sleepiness creeps up on you, but you’re not passing up a chance to watch some cheesy romance and talking to Xavier about the cute scenes. Maybe you could even rile him up with a remark or two, but with how tired you are…

Oh.

Your exhaustion disappears when you catch a glimpse of Xavier’s back as he bends down to grab your clothes off the floor.

Bold red scratch marks color his skin, the artwork a testament to your love. You have to blink to register that yes, they look like the remnants of shooting stars and yes, you were the one who’d placed them there.

Possessiveness wells up in you. He is yours and yours alone.

“Xavier…” 

He turns around, his arms holding all of your clothes and even the heels you had worn when you came to his apartment. “Hm? Do you need anything?”

You.

You shake your head, smiling. “No. It’s okay.”

He tilts his head, suspicious, but he doesn’t say anything more. In what seems to take only a second, clothes are neatly folded and placed on the nightstand, your heels are… somewhere, and Xavier comes back from the restroom with a towel in hand and snacks in the other.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, starlight.”

But when he bends down to place the bags of chips on the floor, the sight of his back becomes clear again, and you realize you wouldn’t trade this view for anything. 

“Xavier, does it…” you turn to your side as though the darkness of the room doesn’t already hide your blush. The only light seeping in is from his bathroom, but the door basically hides it all. “Does your back hurt?”

“Not really. I mean, I got good exercise out of this.”

“No! I meant-” You bury your face in your hands, shyly trying to dodge the conversation you had initiated. “Nevermind.”

“Oh.” You can hear the realization in his tone, amusement creeping in soon after. “Are you talking about the marks on my back?”

So much for dodging the conversation.

But your star doesn’t make fun of you or make you feel even more embarrassed. Instead, he gently pries your hands off of your face, and with a smile, he murmurs, “It’s okay. I liked being marked like that.”

“Hm?” You succumb to the softness of his hand as he cups your face. Sleepiness becomes more of a losing battle now that you’re so relaxed.

“You should do it more often, but…” Xavier rubs the back of his neck. “Only if you want to, of course.”

Tiny sparkles of light surround his body as he clears his throat sheepishly. 

There are no words to be said to that, your answer only coming the next time you make love to him. The only sounds for the rest of the night are your soft affectionate whines as Xavier cleans you up and the comfort movie he puts on before you both head back to bed.

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SYNOPSIS: xavier is there for you, always

a/n: hihi!! as decided by my poll here is the Xavier comfort I promised #democracy, this started as a very self indulgent thought bc I had a horrible month last month but we are #up now !!! okay enough yap I hope u all enjoy and I hope this comforts at least one of u and makes u feel better <33 any thoughts and comments are v appreciated :3

warnings/tags: xavier x reader, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of spiraling and general sadness, not eating/taking care of self, xavier being a good bf, kind of early relationship, I think that's everything ! wc: 2.0k

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It was one of those months. The ones where your late night thoughts slowly get too comfortable in the daylight, pestering you while the sun shines on your skin, even when you’re trying to ignore them as you talk to a coworker. The kind of month where you tell yourself ‘I just have to get through this week’ every single week. The kind of month that tears you down until you feel like there’s no end in sight. 

Xavier had noticed the bags under your eyes, he noticed how forced your smile was when talking to the others in the office. Most of all he noticed the way you barely spoke to him, where usual rambles and rabbit holes would be, he was met with short sentences, tight smiles and early goodbyes. 

He didn’t push, he never did. He waited patiently, gave you gentle reminders of him always being available when it came to you. He listened as you gently rejected his third attempt at getting you out of your apartment to go somewhere that wasn't work. 

𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 : 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗮.

Anorexia is an eating disorder that causes people to weigh less than is considered healthy for their age and height, usually by excessive weight loss. People with this disorder may have an intense fear of weight gain, even when they are underweight.

★｡+ﾟ☆ XAVIER ☆ﾟ+｡★

Xavier doesn’t show panic—he never does. But when he finds out, it’s not through words.

It’s when you faint during a routine errand. He catches you before you hit the ground. “You’re cold… and light.”

The vitals don’t lie. He does the calculations in his head. Pulse. Weight. Skin pallor.

At first, he doesn’t say anything. He simply begins observing you more.

Then one night, as you're curled up, avoiding dinner, he asks softly: “Are you... trying to disappear?”

No judgment. Just painful, distant gentleness.

“I noticed. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”

He starts researching silently behind your back—treatment, psychological triggers, recovery resources in deepspace environments.

He doesn’t confront. He stays. In his quiet, consistent way, making sure there’s always something warm by your side, making sure you're seen.

And if you ever look into his eyes—you’ll see the heartbreak he never verbalizes.

★｡+ﾟ☆ ZAYNE ☆ﾟ+｡★

Zayne is a surgeon. He’s seen the signs before. He missed it in you because he trusted you to tell him.

So when he finds the nutritional deficiency reports from a scan you did quietly at another clinic—

His hands shake.

You come home to silence. He’s sitting at the table, your medical file open beside him.

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

His voice is calm. Too calm. The kind that hides a storm.

“How long have you been starving yourself in silence while I slept next to you?" He’s furious—not at you, but at himself for missing it. At the disease. At the fact that he should have known better.

He puts you on a treatment plan instantly—measured, gentle, structured. He checks in at every meal but never pressures. And when he finally does hold you, his voice cracks for the first time.

“I would rather hold a heavier version of you for the rest of my life… than bury a weightless version of you tomorrow.”

★｡+ﾟ☆ RAFAYEL ☆ﾟ+｡★

Rafayel notices. He always notices. But he jokes first—calling you “his little ghost,” or teasing your shrinking waist.

Until he sees the way your ribs show even when you breathe.

Until you start saying "I'm not hungry" every day.

He tries to deny it. Paints you laughing in color. Feeds you sweets. Begs you to just “eat a little for him.”

But when he catches you secretly throwing up a meal you barely touched—

He doesn’t joke.

“Is that why you won’t let me touch you anymore?”

You expect him to leave. He doesn’t. He sits on the floor outside the bathroom door, forehead against the wall.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because you were thin. I fell in love with your soul. And now I’m watching it disappear.”

He becomes annoyingly attentive. Makes breakfast and sits with you until you take a bite. Talks to you during meals to distract the guilt. Cries in the shower because he doesn’t know what else to do.

But he stays.

And every time you eat—even a little—he lights up like it’s a victory.

★｡+ﾟ☆ SYLUS ☆ﾟ+｡★

Sylus finds out because his people monitor everything.

You don’t tell him. You can’t.

But one day, he puts a folder on the table.

Your weight stats. Recent purchases. Search history. The skipped medical appointments.

“You didn’t think I’d find out, kitten?"

You try to laugh it off. You tell him it's not that serious.

He grabs your wrist—gently—and holds it up.

“You think I want a queen who’s vanishing in front of me?” He’s angry. Not at you, but at the world that made you believe you had to be less to be worthy.

He cancels every plan. Has your kitchen stocked with real food. He sits there while you eat, never forcing, just... waiting.

And when you break down one night, trembling, afraid he’ll leave—

He cups your face, red eyes sharp.

“You could burn the world down and I’d still crawl back to you. Don’t you dare destroy yourself.”

★｡+ﾟ☆ CALEB ☆ﾟ+｡★

Caleb knows something’s off when you start pulling away every time he touches your waist.

He teases you less. Then not at all.

One day, he opens your bathroom drawer by accident and finds a bottle of laxatives.

Then he sees the skipped meals. The clothes getting looser. The light fading in your voice.

He doesn’t accuse.

He hugs you. Just holds you for minutes.

"Pipsqueak, I don’t care how small you get. You’ll never be too little for my arms.”

He reads everything he can on anorexia. Talks to counselors. He starts cooking meals with you. Makes a game out of sharing bites.

He’s endlessly patient.

But when you try to dismiss it as “just a phase,” he grabs your hands and presses them to his chest.

“You’re breaking my heart every time you choose not to eat. And I’ll keep loving you, even if you can't love yourself right now.”

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Xavier:

Xavier always knew when something was wrong, usually before you even knew yourself.

You had been talking almost nonstop since he'd arrived at your apartment. You joked about your mission, joked about the weather, even joked about burning your dinner. You laughed at everything.

He sat beside you on the couch, listening quietly as you rambled on about something that had happened earlier that day. Then you laughed again.

But it sounded wrong, it was too high, almost forced.

The smile reached your lips but never your eyes. Slowly, he looked you over and noticed they were a little red, as though you had been crying.

"You've been making a lot of jokes tonight."

You smiled. "What? Am I not funny anymore?"

"You are," he reassured.

You grinned. "Good. I was worried."

Xavier didn't smile back.

As the room grew quiet, and you immediately filled the silence.

"You know, if this whole Hunter thing doesn't work out, maybe I could become a comedian..."

"Why are you so sad?"

The words stopped you and it took a moment for you to respond. "What?"

"You're sad."

You looked away while shaking your head. "No, I'm not."

"You are."

His voice remained gentle, but there was something unmovable in it. You opened your mouth to argue, but then his hand covered yours.

"You don't have to pretend with me."

The words made your chest tighten. You laughed again, weaker this time.

"I'm not pretending."

"You haven't looked at me once since I got here."

Your breath caught, surprised he had noticed.

"You've been smiling all night, but it never reaches your eyes." Silence settled between you before he added softly, "And you keep making jokes every time the room gets quiet, like you can't handle the silence."

Your vision blurred with tears. You hadn't even realized you were doing it.Xavier's expression softened.

"You don't have to be okay all the time."

You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. A moment later, you felt his arms around you, careful, gentle, like he was holding something fragile.

"I don't know how to stop pretending," you whispered.

He rested his cheek against your hair, and you looked up at him.

"You don't have to be anything tonight." His hand stroked gently over your back. "You can just be sad."

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Rafayel:

You had made him laugh three times in the last ten minutes. Normally, that would have been a good thing. Instead, it made him worry.

You were talking faster than usual, smiling wider than usual, teasing him more than usual. It was too much. Rafayel knew your real smiles, and this wasn't one of them.

He watched you from across the room as you launched into another ridiculous story. Then he noticed it.

You hadn't touched your drink once.

Normally, you'd absentmindedly sip it while talking, tracing circles along the rim of the glass or stealing a sip between jokes. Tonight, it sat untouched in front of you.

And your hands...

You kept tugging your sleeves down. Every few minutes, you'd pull at the fabric again, as if making sure it stayed in place.

The smile on your face suddenly looked painfully fragile.

"...Cutie."

You looked up immediately. "Hm?"

"Come here."

You blinked. "But I'm in the middle of telling you something."

"I know." He patted the space beside him. "Come here anyway."

You hesitated before sitting beside him.

For a moment, he simply looked at you. Then he gently took your hand.

You stiffened as his thumb brushed over your knuckles before he carefully tugged your sleeve back just enough to reveal a few fresh marks hidden beneath it.

His expression softened immediately.

"Oh, cutie..."

You quickly tried to pull your hand away, but he didn't let you.

"It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing to me?"

You looked away, pulling your arm away quickly.

"It really is."

"You've been hiding your hands all night." His voice was gentle. "And you haven't touched your drink once."

Your breath caught, surprised he noticed so much.

"You always do when you're comfortable."

Silence settled between you. Then, softly, he added, "Something happened."

Your eyes stung.

"I'm fine."

"You've made six jokes in five minutes."

You blinked. "...Was it six?"

"It was six."

Despite yourself, a small laugh escaped you.

Rafayel's smile softened.

"There you are."

Your eyes widened.

"There's your real laugh."

The tears came almost immediately after, and you covered your face, mortified.

"I didn't want to ruin tonight."

"Oh, love." He gently pulled your hands away from your face. "You could never ruin anything by being sad."

You looked at him, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"You don't have to perform happiness for me."

The words broke something open inside of you, and a sob escaped before you could stop it.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms.

He held you close, one hand stroking your hair as he rested his cheek against the top of your head.

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Xavier:

Some days you were able to finish a meal without thinking too hard about it. Other days, the sight of food alone made your chest tighten painfully. He didn't like how you called those moments failures. He knew how strong you were.

Tonight, he arrived at your apartment carrying takeout containers from your favorite restaurant, smiling softly as he set everything onto the counter. “I remembered you liked this place,” he said.

The smell hit you immediately, heavy and overwhelming. Your stomach twisted uneasily.

Xavier noticed the shift in your expression almost instantly. “Starlight?”

You looked down, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I know I should just eat it, I just…” You swallowed hard. “I can’t right now.”

“Alright,” he said gently, thinking of his words to make sure nothing triggered. “Then what sounds manageable?”

Xavier knocks you up during a work party when the two of you got drunk and fucked dirty in the bathroom. You decide to keep the baby and tell him.

But... you're NOT MC. And he wants to date MC since two thousand years ago so this is not ideal for him right now. So now the two of you coparent the baby and eventually end up falling for one another.

Yay or nay? Cause... I could start a word doc over this TODAY

(Don't you dare point out my other WIPS right now)

WRONG CHAT

in which you accidentally confess to the LADS men!

Thank you anon for the idea! Hope you enjoyed it!! Of course, we don't really know Valko that well yet, so sorry if this ends up feeling a bit OOC later on lol

As always, reblogs are appreciated if you liked it 🤍

Pairing: Caleb x reader

Summary: you decide to post yourself singing a song, not realizing it attracted the attention of a certain someone…

You’re fingers hurt from playing your guitar for so long. Having not practiced in a while, you lost the calluses on your fingers from playing before.

You wince in pain from pressing down on the strings, holding up your hand to your face to take a look at your fingers. Red and throbbing, you grimaced at them and decided to take a break. Putting your guitar down and getting up from the sofa, you walk over to the kitchen to get some water, realizing that your throat was dry from all the singing you did.

Opening the fridge, you pour yourself a glass and lean against the counter as you sip on it. Standing here in the kitchen, you realize how quiet the house is since Caleb isn’t home.

The reason why you picked up your guitar again in the first place was to fill that soundless void that he so usually filled. He’s been gone for two weeks now, and isn’t supposed to be home in another week. Even though you tried to call each other every night before bed, the Fleet was keeping him swamped, and wasn’t able to speak to you properly in some time. Lately it’s just been text messages, usually of him saying how much he misses you.

“I miss him.” You say to yourself, looking down into your glass, feeling that familiar ache in your chest. You miss his hugs and his teasing, you miss how he cooked meals for you and always smothered you in kisses before bed. The song that you were singing reminded you of him, ‘Ticket to the Sky’ by The Rose. It’s the reason why you decided to learn it in the first place.

Sniffling and willing the tears away, you decided to do something without thinking much of it.

You were going to record and post yourself playing and singing the song.

You wake up to your senses being attacked by a familiar smell. It’s the smell of the breakfast that Caleb always cooked for you. But wait- Caleb isn’t home, at least he isn’t supposed to be, right?

Barely awake and eyes barely opened, you fling the covers off yourself and almost trip getting out of bed. “Agh-!” Your eyes are attacked with morning light as you open the bedroom door and run towards the kitchen.

And Lo and behold in all his glory, is Caleb standing there over the stove. He’s the perfect picture of domesticity, wearing jeans and a t shirt with his apron on over it, humming silently to himself as he cracks eggs into the pan.

“Caleb?” You say out loud, voice still hoarse from sleep.

Caleb turns around at the sound of your voice, his eyes filled with warmth and a soft grin on his face at the sight of you.

He moves toward the sink to wash his hands while speaking. “Morning pipsqueak, you’re right on time, breakfast is almost read-” He doesn’t get to finish as you rush towards him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and pressing your cheek against his chest, practically crushing yourself against him.

He lets out a soft, surprised laugh. “Woah, did you miss me that much?

There it is, that soft teasing he always does. Your grip on him gets even tighter, as if to make sure he’s actually here and not a part of some dream you’re having. “You’re home.” You say softly.

His eyes soften at your words, wrapping his arms around you just as tightly and placing a kiss on top of your head. “Yeah, I’m home.”

You close your eyes as you breath in his scent, something warm and intimately familiar, something so uniquely him.

He pulls back a little to look at you. “Come on, let’s eat alright? We can catch up over breakfast. Or, do you want to freshen up first?”

Remembering your disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, you felt like you couldn’t care less at the moment. But you felt like you should before you eat. “Right…let me freshen up first.”

You and Caleb catch up over breakfast, you telling him about what happed the past couple weeks, and him filling you on a few things that have been going on with the Fleet. The both of you are doing the dishes now, you wash while he dries. Caleb insisted that he wash since he was the one that cooked, but told him you don’t mind and it’s only fair since he made breakfast.

Caleb glances over at you as you scrub the pan. “By the way…I saw your post yesterday.” He says it lightly and casually, as if he didn’t just admit that he was checking your socials at unholy hours of the morning. You recorded it earlier, but posted it later on in the night before you went to sleep because you were busy.

“Huh? Oh um-yeah, I did.”

“You sounded amazing you know, maybe you can sing it for me after?”

The pan almost slips from your hand as you look over at him. “What? I mean- sing it for you?”

He laughs at the expression on your face, a combination of embarrassment and reluctance. “Why are you so red? Don’t tell me…are you embarrassed to sing for me?”

You feel your ears and face go up in flames at his words. You turn off the water and turn away from him in an attempt to save face.

Caleb’s smile only widens at your reaction. “Awwwww so you are embarrassed! How cute, but you know…you don’t need to be embarrassed baby.” He says as he wraps his arms around you from behind.

You feel yourself redden even more at the pet name, weakly pulling at his arm in an attempt to pull away before you combust. “Agh- Caleb-!”

“Pleeeasssse? With extra whipped cream and sprinkles with two cherries on top?” He asks as he settles his chin on your shoulder, squishing his face against yours.

How can you deny him when he’s being begging you so sweetly? “Okay okay! Just- let me get my guitar first.”

He lets you go with a shit eating grin as you make your way to the room to retrieve it. “I’m looking forward to it.”

You come back out with your guitar and capo in hand, finding Caleb sitting leisurely on the sofa with his arm slung across the back. He perks up seeing make your way across the room, you sittting down next to him arranging yourself into a comfortable position.

Caleb turns to face you as you pull up the lyrics on your phone, his elbow on his knee and his fist on his face, looking at you with those puppy eyes that always weaken your resolve.

You put your phone between the to two of you so you can read the lyrics, feeling like your face is on fire as you inhale and exhale in an attempt to calm your nerves. ‘It’s just Caleb, the person that I’ve known my whole life! No need to be nervous…’

As if noticing your jitters, Caleb gives you a comforting smile and pats you on your knee. “Hey, it’s okay, even if you’re voice cracks and you’re out of pitch I’ll still listen to you with my full attention.”

You raise an eyebrow at his statement; despite his playful teasing, you feel your nerves calm down a little. “You know…I’m starting to think you came home just so you can hear me sing in real life.”

“Orrrrr, maybe I just really missed you and decided it was time to come home.” He says, smiling at you.

“Sure sure.” You’re not convinced, that’s for sure.

“Alright alright, let’s get to business, shall we?” He says as he straightens his back in anticipation.

You clear your throat before you start strumming the intro to the song, taking a deep breath as you begin singing the first verse.

A shadow floats through the sky, the silhouette dims the light

Caleb grins as you start singing the melody, your voice a little shaky at first, but growing stronger as you continue.

Found myself chasing the rails that curved through the clouds

He thinks about how when he was a kid, he always dreamed of soaring through the clouds.

A fleeting whisper in the air

I hear my name as I’m searching for, the entrance, to your world

The fleeting whispers that he would say out loud when you were asleep, as if the darkness could hide all his longing and want. How he was always trying to find his way into your world, a world where it was just the two of you.

My heart’s, taking my breath

Whenever he looked at you, he always felt as if the beat of his own heart would suffocate him.

My eyes, shining away

His eyes always shone like purple amethysts in the sunlight when he saw you.

Your touch, stronger than anything I’ve had

Your touch always grounded him, reminding him that you were always there and that you weren’t going anywhere. How whenever he felt like his mind would spiral out of control, the warmth of your touch always brought him back.

Make a wish here with me right now,

It’s our little secret ride

Let the wind blow your dreams to mine

As we step onto the line

I felt the warmth of your embrace

Knew exactly I belonged

Let the wind blow my dreams to yours

This is what I wished for

As you whistle the instrumental, Caleb feels his throat burn with emotion as he thinks about all the wishes and dreams you shared as kids. The little secrets only the two of you knew, how he always wanted to make all of your dreams come true. Your embrace, where it feels like the only place he truly belongs; the promise the both of you made on the train in the clouds, proof of your bond with the matching rings on your wedding fingers. How by making this promise, you already made all his dreams and wishes come true.

A misty smoke in the haze, a gentle flame in our heart

Two hearts that always belonged to each other, constantly burning with a quiet intensity.

Glowing in the dark, below the stars, we ignite

In the dark under the stars, when the both of you let that flame ignite with a burning desire. Soft pants and whispered praises and promises, he always held your body close to his.

A fleeting whisper in the air

I hear my name as I’m searching for, the entrance, to your world

My hearts, taking my breath

My eyes, shining away

Your touch, stronger than anything I’ve had

He looks down to hide his face from you, scared that if you saw the expression he has right now, you would stop playing.

Make a wish here with me right now

It’s our little secret ride

Let the wind blow your dreams to mine

As we step onto the line

I felt the warmth of your embrace

Knew exactly I belonged

Let the wind blow my dreams to yours

This is what I wished for

He thinks of how far your relationship has come. From when you first met, to when you grew up together. How you thought he was dead only to find out months later that he was alive and well. Awkward moments and heated arguments, emotions then that were too hard to express into words. Moments where you bared your souls to each other, the weight of love and acceptance you had for him almost more than he can bear, but always wished for more. And now, married and living happily in your own home together, he was reminded of this. That no matter what happened, he would always, be your Caleb. Always.

The song comes to an end as you whistle the outro. You look up to see Caleb’s reaction, only to find him with his face in his hand. You feel concerned as you put your guitar down and scoot closer to him. Was your singing that bad? “Caleb,” you reach out to gently take his hand off of his face, “are you okay? Was my singing that terrible?”

You don’t expect to find his eyes rimmed red and glassy with unshed tears. Panicking a bit, you gently cup his face with your hands. “Caleb, oh my- was it so bad that you started crying?!”

He looks startled at your words. “What? No no no,” he holds your hands that are still cupping his face, “it’s the opposite really, it’s just…” He trails off as he looks down at your lap instead of your face. “I felt so…moved. It…reminded me of us.”

Your eyes widen and soften at his words, your heart swelling with emotion as you get up to hug him, wrapping him in the warmth of your embrace. “Awww, you’re really sappy deep down huh?”

He huffs out a soft laugh at your teasing, encircling his arms around your waist to pull you closer. “Only when I’m with you.”

You smile softly, pulling back to cup his face in your hands again. “You know…the reason why I learned that song in the first place was because it reminded me of you.” You look away from his face to look at your fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck, your voice taking on something softer. “I missed you Caleb.”

His eyes take on that teasing glint again. “Oh? Pipsqueak missed me huh? I guess that means you were thinking about me riiight~?”

Your face pinches into a frown. “Of course I miss you, I always miss you whenever you’re gone.”

His eyes take on something more serious and warm as you continue. “There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about you. It’s practically impossible not to, I wouldn’t even try if I could because technically that’s still thinking about you-”

You barely even register what’s happening before he pulls you into his lap and starts kissing you. It’s passionate and urgent, but not rushed, as if he’s savouring every press of your lips to his. He’s kissing you as if he wants to make up for all the lost time where he wasn’t able to hold you in his arms.

The both of you pull back to catch your breath, panting softly as you look into each other’s eyes. Caleb pulls you into a hug as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his voice taking on something almost reverent. “I missed you so damn much. God- you, you don’t even know how much I did.”

You laugh at the ticklish feeling of his breath on your neck. “Then next time, call or text me instead of stalking my socials at one in morning. It doesn’t matter how late it is, I’ll always answer.”

He laughs softly as if he got caught red handed. “Roger that.” He continues to pepper your face with kisses. “So this is what happens when I’m gone for a longer period of time huh? I wonder how you’ll be if I’m gone for even longer. You become so damn sweet to me.”

You smile. “Maybe it’s because…I love you a little more than you realize.”

Pairings: Xavier x reader | I already wrote Caleb in this scenario, so feel free to check that one out if you want! Credits to @pixiu-palindrome for all the songs you see in the future fics for this scenario!

He didn’t mean to catch you singing, not really at least. But you should know when it comes to Xavier, nothing is ever really ‘an accident.’ (Except when it comes to his cooking.)

You were in your shared bedroom, holding your guitar as you strummed the strings in the pattern for the song. About You by The 1975 was the song you were singing, it was a song you’ve been hooked on for the past few days, so much so that you decided you should just learn it. So you pulled your guitar out of your closet, wiped the dust off of the case, tuned it back to perfection, and started learning the song.

It was when you started singing the chorus that Xavier walked in. “Star, did you eat the last instant noodles in the cupboard-”

He paused halfway through the door, staring at your situation, your hand in the air mid strum, mouth open waiting to say the next word of the chorus.

“Oh, sorry, were you busy?” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uhhhh…” You close your mouth and use the hand that was in mid air to scratch your head awkwardly. “No, not at all. What did you say? Oh right- the instant noodles. I didn’t eat them, did you check the cupboard next to it?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Xavier eyeing you curiously made you feel a bit awkward. The last time you saw him, he was asleep on the couch 30 minutes ago. Did you playing the guitar wake him up?

“I didn’t know you started playing your guitar again.”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, looking up as he moves closer to the bed. “Uh yeah, I guess I just felt like doing something fun.” You say as you shift over so he can sit down.

“The song you were playing before sounded really nice, can you play it again?” He asks, a smile on his face as his azure blue eyes twinkle at you.

You feel your face flush as your heart starts to beat a little faster. You never sang in front of him before, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little embarrassed.

Xavier must have taken the look on your face as you not wanting to, because his face visibly drooped in disappointment. “Or if you don’t want to, it’s okay…”

“No no no! I’ll sing it for you, just- let me get the lyrics.” His head and face perk up in anticipation as you scramble to get your phone, crossing his legs under him as he turns to face you.

You put your phone down on the bed, holding your guitar as you turn to face him. You take a deep breath as you start strumming the strings for the intro; since the intro is longer, it gives you enough time to gather your nerves before you start singing. Xavier is looking at you the entire time, a soft adoring smile on his face.

I know a place

It’s somewhere I go when I need to remember your face

Your little planet that he named Uluru, where the wavyleaf sealavender grew in cornflower blue clusters, he always remembered you whenever he went there.

We get married, in our heads

Something to do while we try to recall how we met

In an alternate reality, he liked to think that he took you with him, leaving behind the worries and burdens that came with being a queen. In his head, you got married, with a little house where you two tended to your own garden under the sun everyday. You would spend all day in each other’s presence, you would exchange laughter and smiles, warm hugs and soft kisses. It’s something he did whenever he wanted to recall you.

Do you think I have forgotten?

Do you think I have forgotten?

Do you think I have forgotten about you?

Did you really think he would forget about you? He thought about you day and night, he thought about you in his dreams; you occupied his every thought. You have filled his heart, every crevice until there was no room left. But if you asked him to share your burdens with him, he will always make more room for you, there was no limit in his heart when it came to you. You may have forgotten, but he never will. Ever.

You and I (don’t let go), we’re alive (don’t let go)

With nothing to do, I could lay and just look in your eyes

He loved lying down while looking into your eyes. The eyes that held so much warmth and affection, the eyes that have been looking at him for countless years. He could do that for forever if he could.

Wait (don’t let go), and pretend (don’t let go)

Hold on, and hope that we’ll find our way back in the end (in the end)

Back then, he would ask you to pretend with him. Pretend that he wasn’t a prince, and you weren’t a knight that was supposed to serve him by his side one day. Pretend that you were just two normal people who cared about each other a bit more than just ‘friends.’

He knew he would have to leave eventually, he knew that you would be sad and heartbroken, and probably resent and hate him for it. But he hoped you held onto the hope that you would find your way back to each other in the end, no matter what reality it was.

Do you think I have forgotten

Do you think I have forgotten

Do you think I have forgotten about you

Do you think I have forgotten

Do you think I have forgotten

Do you think I have forgotten about you

And there was something ‘bout you, that now I can’t remember

It’s the same damn thing, that made my heart surrender

And I miss you on the train, I miss you in the morning

I never know what to think about

I think about you (don’t let go)

About you (don’t let go)

When you met him on your first mission as a hunter, there was something about him that you couldn’t put your finger on, something mysterious and strangely alluring. And after that incident in the no hunt zone, becoming partners, finding out that he lived just a floor above your apartment, and getting to know each other more, you realized that for some reason you felt deep rooted longing in your soul.

And every damn time when he would speak to you in his soft voice, his eyes laced with warmth and mirth, it made your heart stutter and beat faster, like a thousand butterflies taking flight at once, surrendering completely to him.

You began thinking about him more, suddenly missing him whenever you weren’t in his presence, in the morning when you ate breakfast, on the train when you went to work. And when you never knew what to think when things got overwhelming, your mind always wandered back to him.

Do you think I have forgotten about you (don’t let go)

About you

About you

Do think I have forgotten about you (don’t let go)

In the end, he found his way back to you. And though you may not remember the past you shared together, it didn’t matter to him, because he knew you would stay by his side forever.

You told him as such, even went as far to say if he wanted to leave you, you wouldn’t let him, that you will force him to stay if you had to. Not that he would want to anyway, he went through too much to find his way back to you to leave you now. He would stay by your side forever, for the rest of his life.

You look up at him expectantly as you finished the song, only to find his eyes glassed over, as if he’s somewhere far away lost in thought. “Xavier?” You say carefully, as if you’re afraid you may scare him out of his dazed state.

His eyes come back into focus as they settle on you, specifically your eyes. His azure eyes gaze into yours with an intensity that makes you squirm a little, diverting eye contact as heat floods your cheeks. “Sooo…did you like it?”

He smiles so warmly at you that it makes your stomach flip. “I loved it, I was just a little lost in thought that’s all, sorry.”

“Oh? What were you thinking about?” You ask. Was it the song that triggered his train of thoughts?

He hesitates a little, as if choosing his words carefully. “Just…some things from the past.” He shifts where he’s sitting, his hand reaching out to play with your fingers on the bed.

Your eyes soften as understanding dawns on you. His past, that he doesn’t usually talk much about, and the fact that this song triggered those memories must mean it made an impact on him a lot. You intertwine your fingers with his, his palm warm and familiar against yours. “Xavier, let’s stay together forever okay? No matter what happens.”

Xavier grasps your hand firmly but gently, your touch grounding him to the present; here and now, not there and then. “Yeah, we’ll be together forever in this life, and the rest.” He says softly, bringing your hand to his lips to place an almost reverent kiss on your knuckles, a tingling feeling left in its wake. “Can you sing it again please?” He rests his cheek on your knuckle as he asks this.

Synopsis: You call your boyfriend over to kill a fly buzzing around in your apartment. Chaos insues.

Pairing: Caleb x reader

cw: Use of swear words and chaos.

It was an unprovoked attack, really. You were just making your dinner when all of a sudden, a fly started buzzing around you.

And it wasn’t one of those small ones, no. You know those big, black nasty ones? Yeah, it was that.

You grabbed your electric fly buzzer and managed to swat at it as it fell to the floor…only for it to start flying again as you went to pick it up with a tissue.

And in panic, you screamed as you darted and locked yourself in your bathroom.

And now, you were calling Caleb from your bathroom floor, desperately hoping he will pick up. Thankfully, he does, and immediately catches on that something is wrong from the way you croak out his name.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asks worriedly.

“Yeah, but…can you come over please? I kinda need your help with something.” Your voice quivers slightly as you speak.

“I’ll be there in ten- no, five minutes. Okay? Don’t worry.” He says before quickly hanging up.

And true to his word, he arrives in five minutes as you carefully exit the bathroom and open the door, Caleb rushing in as he holds your shoulders, assessing your physical state.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?” He asks, his brows pinched down in worry.

“I’m fine, but- AHHH!” You scream as you hide behind his tall frame, the fly back and buzzing again.

“What what? What is it?” He demands in a panic, only to pause when he sees the fly buzzing around in the hallway.

“Uhhh…is this what you called me over to help you with?” He asks, his voice taking on something teasing.

“Yes! Did you see that thing?! It’s huge! And you know I hate hate hate bugs Caleb!” You whisper shriek, clinging to the back of his shirt.

Caleb had to admit, his heart warmed by the fact that out of all people, you chose him to rely on and ask for help for something as small as this. And if something causes you distress, he will absolutely get rid of it no matter what if it meant restoring your peace.

“Alright, alright. Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” He reassures as he picks up the fly buzzer that you left on the floor in a panic, slowly walking forward as he scans every wall and ceiling, his jaw set in concentration.

Suddenly, you gasp. “There, it’s on the wall!” You exclaim, pointing to the black fly close to the ceiling on the wall by the sofa.

Caleb climbs on the sofa as he holds the red button on the racket down, bracing his hand against the wall to support himself. “Holy shit it’s a big boy.” He whisper shouts, as if yelling out loud will disturb it and make it fly away.

He slowly and carefully lifts the racket to zap it…

Only for it to fly away as it heads straight for you.

You let out an unearthly shriek as you run away, letting out all kinds of curses that Caleb has never heard you use before. “FUCK! CALEB GET IT!” You scream, locking yourself in your bedroom as he chases the fly.

“I’m trying! But this is one tough son of a bitch.” He exclaims, swatting at the fly. “You better not land on her you hear me? Nobody causes my pipsqueak distress and gets away with it!”

But deciding and coming to the conclusion that just using the buzzer won’t do shit, he uses his evol to stop the fly mid air before taking the racket and zapping it, the racket letting out consecutive popping sounds as it gets electrocuted.

“Got you, you little shit.” He hisses as finally lets the red button go, still using his evol as he carries it over to the garbage bin, dropping it in there before closing the lid, letting out a relieved sigh.

You let out a huge sigh of relief as you come out of your bedroom, hobbling over to him as you wrap your arms around his torso, putting your cheek against his chest as you look up at him adoringly. “Thank youuuu~ you’re a lifesaver.”

He lets out a chuckle as he wraps his own arms around you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You’re welcome. Though, I have to admit, seeing you all panicked and cursing because of a fly was kinda funny actually.” He teases.

“No it’s not. Do you know how fast my heart was beating when it resurrected the first time I zapped it? I thought I was going to have a heart attack!” You retort back, your lips forming into a slight pout.

He lets out a laugh. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop teasing, I know you seriously have a fear of them.” He says softly, his amethyst eyes softening.

You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly as the situation dawns on you, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry for bothering and calling you here…” You mumble.

Caleb frowns as he holds your hands in his own, his palms warm and comforting against your skin; your heart that was calmin down from the past adrenaline rush racing up again from the contact.

“Hey, it doesn’t matter what or when it is, okay? You can rely on me, I’ll always come to you.” He says sincerely as his eyes burn into yours intently, conveying the feelings that he always held deep in his heart.

Your cheeks flush as you nod. “Okay.”

He smiles as he bends down to plant a kiss on your lips, pulling back as he smirks. “Buuut, since I worked so hard to help you, don’t you think I deserve some kind of payment?” He says, his voice dropping slightly lower.

You smile and are about to say something back when you suddenly grip his arm, your eyes blown wide.

“What is it?” He asks, confused as he turns around to where you’re looking on the wall.

“Is that a spider?!”

How they react when you sleep talk

Pairings: Sylus, Caleb, Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x reader (all separate) | established relationship

Sylus

After an entire day of meetings and negotiations, Sylus comes home tired, exhausted, and ready to hit the haystack.

The house is dark save for the small lamp that you left on in the living room, and the soft light above the stove catches his attention.

He puts his coat on the chair and approaches the stove to find a plate with the dinner that you prepared earlier, covered over with a little note that you left on it.

Make sure to reheat it before eating. :)

He lips quirk up into a fond smirk at the smiley face you drew at the end, putting it down and softly padding his way to your shared bedroom where you were most likely asleep.

However, he pauses with his hand on the door handle when he hears murmuring and words that he can’t quite make out from the slightly ajar door; most likely closed to block the light from the living room.

A knot of worry forms in his chest when he hears you, concerned that maybe you were having a nightmare.

He gently pushes open the door as he softly pads his way in as to not wake you, the light from the lamp outside illuminating the bedroom and your sleeping form in a soft glow.

His tall figure towers over your sleeping form as he observes your face worriedly, your words becoming more coherent now that’s he’s closer.

“Shylus is…the best…” You slur in your sleep.

That makes him pause as his lips quirk up into an amused smirk, wondering if he said something, will you respond to him?

“Sylus…is the best?” He reiterates carefully as he kneels on the floor to look at your sleeping face.

“Mhmmm…he’s so handsome…and…kind…and he…cares…about my feelings…” You respond.

Oh, he’s definitely going to tease you about this when you wake up. “What else…do you like about Sylus?”

You shift slightly in your sleep as you exhale through your nose. “He’s…very attentive…and he does…and gets me nice…things…even…when I don’t…ask for it…I love him…sho…much.” You confess as your lips form into a small smile.

Sylus, leader and boss of Onychinus, the man you practically rules the N1O9 zone, goes soft from a simple, ‘I love you.’ Only because it’s you though, because only you can make him this way.

He pauses, his eyes widen before softening as he gazes at your face, his heart warming as your murmuring turns into soft snores.

He huffs as he lifts his hand to gently push back the stray hairs in your face as he strokes your head. “It seems even in your sleep…you’re very honest.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before whispering softly, “I love you too, sweetie.”

Caleb

Since Caleb has been so busy, the two of you haven’t really been able to spend much quality time together. But he recently managed to free up some time to watch a movie with you, one that you suggested that you two should watch.

The plot was okay he guessed, while it wasn’t very entertaining to him, he didn’t mind so long as he was spending time with you.

A scene was currently happening that he thought was absolutely ridiculous, turning to you to make a jest about it. “Pffft, did you see that? They totally-”

But he pauses when he sees that you fell asleep; your hands lay on the cushion in your lap as your head flopped to side, your chest rising and falling with every breath as the light from the tv illuminates your sleeping face.

He sighs as he lets out a soft chuckle. “It seems even you were bored by it, huh? Even though you were the one that chose it.” It seems even in your sleep, he still teases you.

He gets up and carefully takes the cushion off of your lap, pausing when you shift but thankfully, don’t wake up. He gently scoops his arm under your knees as his other comes to wrap around your shoulders, effectively lifting you up as he carries you over to the bedroom.

“Caleb…” You mumble as he’s about to put you down on the bed, pausing for fear that he woke you up. However, what doesn’t expect is for you to continue.

“Caleb is ‘uch…a goof.” You slur.

‘Were you talking in your sleep?’ He wondered as he carefully put you down on the bed and pulled the blanket over you.

“But I…love him…for it.”

That makes him pause as he gazes at your sleeping face, his lips quirking up into an amused smile as he sits down on the side of the bed. “You love Caleb because he’s a goof? Huh, what else do you like about him?” He asks softly and amusedly, a shit eating grin on his face as he takes out his phone to record you, fully intending to use it to tease you later.

“He’s always…been…by my side. And…he’s very…kind…and caring…selfless…he does…so many things…for me. Even when…I don’t ask.” A small, lovesick smile forms on your lips. “I hope he…stays with… me…forever.”

His heart warms hearing your confession as he swallows thickly, staring at you with so much love as he leans down to brush a soft kiss on your cheek. “Caleb will always…be by your side.”

And he had no intention of leaving.

Zayne

It was the afternoon when Zayne was working in his office, the warm afternoon sunlight coming in through the windows and spilling onto the work papers on his desk.

You went to take a nap around an hour ago when you told him you had a headache and were going to lie down, the cause probably from not sleeping well last night and staring at your screen for too long because of work.

He was worried about you, but glad that you weren’t pushing yourself to continue your work.

Zayne takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes as he gets up, deciding to take a break and get a glass of water, and probably also check up on you.

He softly pads his way to the bedroom as he gently pushes open the door, taking extra care to not be loud so he doesn’t wake you.

The blinds are partially closed to block out the light, but not to point where it is completely dark. You lay on your side with the blanket covering you halfway, the whirring of the fan by the wall blowing a cool breeze towards you as the stray strands of hair blow in your face.

Zayne’s eyes soften as he looks at you, carefully approaching as he gently pushes the strands away from your face and behind your ear.

The soft groan that you let out in your sleep startles him slightly, scared that he woke you, what he doesn’t expect is for you to start sleep talking.

“Gotta make…that new…cake…recipe…for Zaynie.” You mumble, shifting onto your back as your head lolls to the side. “Wanna…spoil him.”

He blinks. You want to spoil him? Well, the idea of cake already peaked his interest, but you saying you wanted to spoil him was another. “You want to spoil Zayne? Why is that?” He asks softly.

You let out a breath through your nose. “Because he works…so hard…all the time. He deserves…all the sweets…in the…world. He cares about others…more than…himself, so…I want to be…the one to…care for him.” You confess as you shift onto your side again, letting out a soft sigh as you do so.

At your sudden confession in your sleep, Zayne was grateful that you weren’t awake to see the way the tips of his ears tuned pink. He tucks the blanket up a little higher as he leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You already do, more than you know.” He whispers softly.

Rafayel

The two of you were out on a date all day together, and now you were sound asleep on his shoulder on the subway, your chest rising and falling as your breath came out in soft huffs.

Rafayel sits perfectly still so he doesn’t wake you despite the growing cramp in his shoulder, one that he will complain about later when you wake up.

Not that he minds at all though, he will gladly let you sleep on his shoulder any day at any time for however long you wanted. He just liked teasing you and seeing that annoyed twitch in your eye whenever he complained about something, even if he doesn’t mean it.

He’s looking through the pictures the two of you took while you were on your date when you shift slightly on his shoulder, letting out a soft sound. “Raf…”

“Hmmm?” He hums while looking down at you, fully expecting you to be awake.

“He needs…to rest.” You mumble.

Huh? Were you talking in your sleep or something? “Cutie, are you awake?” He asks cautiously.

“I told him…to rest. But…he still insisted…that we go out today.” Your lips form into a small frown as your brows furrow slightly.

Rafayel blinks, confused. “Um, are you talking about me? I’m right here you know.” He says in mock offense.

However, you continue what you were saying before. “My boyfriend is just…too…romantic…sometimes.”

Oh? He wonders who this boyfriend of yours is.

A mischievous glint inters his eye as his lips quirk upward into a smirk. “Say, tell me more about this…boyfriend of yours.”

The frown in your brow softens as your lips form into a goofy smile. “He’s beautiful…the most…beautiful…person I’ve ever seen. And he’s…sensitive…caring… kinda dramatic…but I…love him…for it, none the less.” You say as you nuzzle further into the crook of his neck.

A love sick grin takes over his entire face, his heart racing in his chest from your confession as he decides to test the waters a little more. “And…what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

Your lips form into a small, happy grin. “Mmmm…Rafayel…”

Yep, he’ll definitely be exploiting this until you wake up.

Xavier

It’s the middle of night when the both of you are fast asleep in your shared bedroom, moonlight spilling in through the slightly parted blinds and illuminating the bedroom floor.

Xavier is cuddling you, his head tucked underneath your chin as he rests on your chest, his leg thrown over yours as he completely wraps you in his embrace.

He stirs awake when he hears you mumbling, lifting his head as he blinks sleepily, his eyes adjusting to the dark. “Star? Are you okay?” He mumbles.

You let out a soft groan. “Mmmm, why does Xavier…have…to be…so brave? I told him…not to go…on…his own, and yet….he still…went.” You mutter, a crease forming between your brows.

Were you having a nightmare, or sleep talking he wondered? He’s never heard you sleep talk before, so this is a first. “Starlight, are you having a bad dream?” He asks softly, prepared to wake you up if he has to.

You loll your head to the other side as you continue mumbling. “Why…does he…have to be…so sweet? And…such a good…listener…?”

Xavier blinks before he smiles gently, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “It seems you’re very fond of this, Xavier.” He says as if he’s talking about someone else.

You hum in agreement in your sleep. “Mhmm…he’s the most…special person…in my life.”

He lets out a soft chuckle as he holds your hand, your palm warm and soft against his. “And I hope I will continue to be your most special person.” He says softly as he leans down towards you.

Surely it would be alright if he stole a kiss in your sleep, right?

⤷what happens when both You and Mc are in his life, who is he going to choose? TW: Angst/ character death/ mentions of murder and killing.

Caleb

He drugs you. Slowly and carefully. You're getting worse each day and your health is declining and you don't know why. He also gets the toring chip installed inside you so that you slowly forget everything. This is the only right way. You're not her. You will never be her. And she's the real one, you're not. Right? His last resort was putting sleeping sedatives more than the recommended dose willfully and watching you overdose on them while begging for him to save you. This is the only right way.

Zayne

He transplants your heart in her. She needs it more than you. Besides this is the right thing to do, right? You would want the same thing. After all, you are the 'same person' as you once implied to him. So he does what he thinks is right, without telling you. Keeping you in the dark about what's going and why you need a surgery. He makes up a lie. A filthy lie to gain your heart and you comply without any hesitation. You love him and you trust him with your whole heart. And he takes it and rips it off.

Sylus

He adjusts the trigger on his gun and points it towards you. You're trembling on the ground beneath him, too weak to get up. Blood dripping from your mouth. “Sylus....P-Please...D-dont.” His own hands are shaking, should he pull. He has to. It's either you or her. No in-between. You crawl up to reach towards his legs. Don't make me do this. You see the pain and regret in his eyes, you don't want to die. You love him, why is he doing this to you. He puts his trembling finger on the trigger and his eyes start to get glossy. “I'm sorry.”

Xavier

He lies to you about taking you to his home, Philos and abandons you in the broken spaceship. You weren't like him, you wouldn't survive here and he knew that. Worse? He ripped away all the supplies that could be of aid to you, no oxygen, no emergency signal, nothing. Beads of swear form in his eyes as he takes the last emergency safety pod back to Earth. He could've taken you with him, he could have... But instead he deserts you in this dark vast abyss with nothing. Any moment now the remaining oxygen will run out and ship will stop working. Gravity will deny all nature of law and only the stars will be the witness of your death. A dead star will all you will be.

Rafayel

He drowns you. Submerges you in the deepest and darkest of waters and as waters fill your lungs and your hands reach out to him in desperation, you see the hatred in his eyes that he has had for you all this time while you loved him. There can only be one of you and it's her. Tears interweave with the waters of Lemuria, as you slowly fall to the depths. Your vision blurs as you see his vengeful face getting further away. He fulfilled his promise to bring you to Lemuria but as a sacrificial lamb. The waves crash against Rafayel's drenched body. His breaths are heavy and his body is shaky. All light were gone from his eyes replaced by a dark shadow. He was clutching a pearl in his hand, a reminder of his sin, of what he did to you. He threw it far away. May the tides never bring you back.

pls don’t read this if you don’t like porn links know that the characters are up to age meaning they are either adults or teen ages 18-19 and in order for links to work you have to be signed in or twitter if a video no longer works it must have been taken down

This will be my last lads post because I’m officially done with the lads community after what happened with Valko I hope he comes back into then my posts might be short or take longer than usual

~ VALKO

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sorry for the delay for this request, i legit thought i had already written something, but i was mistaken lol hope you had a better day :)

tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , modern AU , heavily based on their love languages , NOT HC