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Happy new year (in 3 days)! The year of the Horse comes rushing in!
I present to you my submission for the Folded Wishes event.
I read Katabasis by R. F. Kuang and played Hades 2 and thought: wow, I should mix these things! And so I did. Be weary of the tags, be wearier of the tags that I may not have listed.
Below I've put my deleted intro! Enjoy and happy reading.
There is a great sea between you and me. I have known you as fire, always, you stayed on my mind. I remember the first time you took me to the beach. Laid out flat, the line that separated sky and land, a ribbon which tied the world together to stop it from floating upwards into nothingness. The sun burnt you red while leaving me only ever slightly tanned. The world always paid attention to you and turned its back on me. Light belonged to you, yet you coveted it in your palms to hand me the little you could spare to me.
Light is different from fire. It offers no warmth, only a tool to see further into the dark. To me, however, it was hotter than the summer, brighter than the reflection of the sun in the ocean, and more valuable than life. For it belonged to you— it all belonged to you. Bent to your will and bowed with deep respect to the brilliance of your mind. I am deeply jealous of you. My love must carry no weight, it danced at your finger tips like a butterfly. Fascinating, but only for a fleeting moment, until you go on to welcome your subjects.
Your back to me as you open your arms and demand from the sand wings that could bring you to the other side, where the sun resides. I would step aside, watching your every move as the branches of tall trees come down to brush the sand with their leaves. Without speaking, as they had all shared your dreams and desires, they would draw feathers and contraptions to plan for the day you leave.
Birds were born to fly. Who am I to cage them? I'll simply stand on the ground neatly placed on the hot core of this burning Earth as you stumble to soar. I'll see the smile grow on your face and the withering balls of light placed by my bed, which illuminated my permanent night, go on to die. Love to you is assumed, given to you freely, and natural. Love to me is earned, unknowable, and impractical. Who am I to demand love? I'll kiss your fragile wings you tinker on until the sun sets and give you my best wishes. This may not be light, it may not be worth anything at all, but it is all I can offer you. Even if you do not notice.
Back when the world was just the two of us— housed in hands far older than ours, when the sky was made of wrinkles, and the land smelt of home cooked dinners— we had only each other. You would curl your body around mine and we would discuss the impossibility of what laid beyond us. Emerald green sparkling underneath the blazing yellow sun, the refreshing scent of clear blue that magnified the secrets muffled by the crushing waves, and the softness of dirt that was perpetually moist full of life too small for our eyes. Every element brand new, each part we would devour with our senses. We wanted to know more, we wanted to see how far our feet would carry us, how much the world would open up to us.
But the world fell in love with you, and so, you ran further into the horizon that threatened to cut me. That was when your life began and mine paused to witness yours.
You look back at me for the first time in months while you linger in the blue cloudless sky, ready to abandon the land that had nurtured you to fly. Your face is beaming, the last light that you will ever offer me, and you wordlessly mouth to me:
"Goodbye."
The finality of that statement burns my eyes. You become a watercolor dot, spreading its ink onto the page, slowly becoming diluted with each tear that falls. I stand there long after you're gone that my feet become roots, my fingers become branches, and each breath I take petrifies me. I am the world that had always belonged to you, that had always loved you— the one you so callously left behind. I will wait for the beach to become the ocean, I will wait for the sun to sink back into the curve of the ribbon tied tight against the land, but I will never wait for you to return.
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This took me a whopping 28h and 45min to make, which I’m pretty sure officially makes it the longest I’ve ever spent on a single piece, absolutely demolishing my previous records lol.
I really loved the rendering process, but the shading… not so much. It started getting exhausting around the 25h mark, but I think all that effort paid off in the end. Kinda my own fault, though, I didn't pick easy outfits or accessories to draw. But I can’t help it, traditional Chinese outfits have my heart. ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡
The first gif shows almost the entire timelapse, while the second one focuses solely on the rendering process. Thank you @dustdeepsea for helping me make these gifs, you're my hero (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶)
Thank you @inabsolutions for putting this event together, it was so much fun. <3
"i'll take care of you, just like i've always have,"
pairing: caleb xia x reader
synopsis: you always enjoyed pleasing yourself in calebs apartment. you haven't been caught…that is, until caleb comes barging in your room and you ask him to satisfy your needs
cw: minors dni | explicit sexual content, voyeurism, inappropriate use of 'gege'(reader and caleb are not blood related), little plot just smut, p in v, praise, fluffy ending
wc: 3.7k
a/n: Hello readers! I've had this idea cooking for a while now and I can finally release it to the world…this is part of the Folded Wishes event by Lethe! I am super excited to see what all these talented artists and authors have come up with and I totally did not procrastinate till the last minute on this! Happy anniversary to our dear Caleb! I am so glad to have found this community and also fall in love with the character of Caleb! He deserves all the love and I wish you all good luck on his future cards (especially that third myth ahhhh!)
Your favorite past time to do when Caleb left to run an errand was to touch yourself. It was dangerous, you know-any moment he could come bursting back into the apartment and stumble across the sinful sight of you spread on your bedsheets, your door purposely left ajar-for him.
You sighed, that familiar warmth returning between your legs once more as images of Caleb flooded your mind. You were laying atop of your bed, Caleb having left hours ago to grab some last minute ingredients. Your eyes fluttered shut and you guided your hand down the expanse of your tummy before resting between your thighs. The excitement and fear of being caught had your veins sparking with electricity.
"Mm…" You moaned softly, letting your fingers gently rub yourself through the thin cotton of your panties. Your legs trembled slightly as you continued to draw circles above your damp underwear, sighing as you sinfully imagined it was your Caleb's thick fingers doing this to you instead. You imagined the way his face would be flushed red, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he talked you through it, how his voice would dip into that delicious low tone of his that made you clench your thighs together tightly. Would he be gentle? Rough? You let out a whine at the flood of dangerous thoughts, applying more pressure as you continued to swirl your fingers in slow, agonizing circles.
"Caleb…" You whined needily, your back arching as you continued to please yourself. Your other hand clapped against your lips, muffling your moans as you grinded your hips lazily against your own fingers. You adjusted yourself above your bedsheets, spreading your legs wider. You teased yourself, rubbing your puffy clit with feathery touches, imagining how Caleb would do it for you.
"Mm…like this, pipsqueak?" You imagined him whispering against your ear teasingly. You could almost feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, the way his hard body pressed down against yours.
"Yeah-yeah, like that-!" You cried out-almost a little too loudly-and you bit the inside of your cheek hard to stifle another moan. You let your fingers to rub faster, your cries of pleasure growing louder. "Caleb-ngh..hah…" You felt that familiar tightening in your lower belly, bracing yourself for release-but right before you could reach your peak, your door slammed open and someone came into your room.
Caleb stared, standing in your doorway with a bag of groceries in his left hand. His eyes roamed over your body before his face flushed a bright red.
"I thought…you were in trouble or needed-or needed help…" Caleb said helplessly, words trailing off as he tore his gaze away from you. He cleared his throat and stepped backwards, his side hitting the wall clumsily, a rare sight.
"Caleb! What the-?!" You cried out and shut your legs tightly. He turned around quickly, the bag of groceries swaying in his hand.
"I'm just-I'm just gonna leave-"
"Wait!" You blurted out, crawling to the edge of the bed. The word left your lips quicker than you had to think-the simple word causing Caleb to freeze in place, his pants tightening. His back was still facing you, to your disappointment. Despite the shock of Caleb barging into your room, you secretly enjoyed the feeling of being caught-of being watched by your gege. "Caleb…stay. I need you…please." You begged softly. Caleb's lips trembled as he turned around slowly, drinking in the lewd sight of you in your undergarments. The thin fabric of your undershirt let him see your nipples peeking against it, and the cute apple patterned panties you had on almost made him cum in his pants.
"You…you want me?" He gulped, setting down the bag of groceries gently on your carpet. He approached you slowly, his hands on either side of you as he leaned down to face you. You pressed your thighs together, looking up at him with wide eyes. His purple gaze searched yours, thinking this was some sort of dream.
"Yes," You breathed. You spread your legs and showed him the damp patch on your panties and the way your underwear showed the outline of your puffy clit. You took his hand and guided it between your thighs, letting his fingers brush against the wet fabric. He cursed at the feeling of your drenched panties, his cock already dripping with precum in his boxers at the sight. He took a deep breath and nodded, his gaze darkening.
"Fine, I'll help you, pips," He murmured, closing the distance hesitantly, letting his lips slot against yours. You welcome his kiss, grabbing his neck and pulling him closer. He groaned softly at the feeling of your soft breasts pressing against him. "You're…I didn't know my pretty girl was so needy…"
"Mmph~!" You gasped, your moan swallowed by another of his kisses, growing more bolder each time. Any ounce of uncertainty that Caleb had was killed by the adorable moan you let out, something in him snapping-those years of yearning and want fueling his sudden confidence.
Caleb pressed you down against the soft mattress, your eyes flitting to the obvious bulge in his shorts. You gulped nervously, heat flooding throughout your body.He took your face in his hands and tilted it upwards so your gaze remained on his. "Eyes up here, pips." He whispered, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. His thumb swiped against your moist lips, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands parted your trembling thighs, his purple eyes pinning you down to the bed with an intensity you never knew he had. "You sounded so needy…do you need gege to help you?"
"I…" Your voice trailed off, your face flushing. Was this really okay? "C-Caleb…"
"Hm?" Caleb dipped his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling against your ear. "If you don't want this, tell me. Otherwise…gege wants to help his sweet girl." He pressed a soft kiss against your neck. You whined underneath him, feeling his arousal press against your throbbing clit. You had imagined this exact scenario thousands of times in your head right in this very room. He was practically offering you to fulfill your deepest fantasy. A voice was telling you to think this through-but another voice screamed louder-and it was screaming Caleb. Your body was craving his touch and his touch alone. You wanted to know what kind of noises he would make when thrusting deep inside of you-you wanted to hear his own whimpers and moans reverberating throughout your skull as he came inside you. You wanted it all. You wanted Caleb.
"Need you, I need gege…" You finally whispered. He let out a small sigh and chuckled darkly. He leaned back to look at you and smiled, a real, warm smile. He cupped your face with his hand gently.
"Caleb will take care of you real good, pips. Just like I always have, okay?" He reassured you with another kiss against your quivering lips. Excitement flooded throughout your body as he continued to talk in that low voice of his."I want to feel all of you. Hear all of the little noises you make…okay?" You nodded desperately, gasping as he continued to kiss downwards, reaching the soft swell of your breasts above the neckline of your undershirt.
"Mm…" You moaned, letting out another gasp as he lifted up your undershirt, letting it bunch at the top to expose your bare chest. He groaned at the sight, his eyes clouded with awe and lust as he took in the sight of your breasts. You blushed as he continued to gaze at them with wonder, before he finally leaned forward and latched onto one of your breasts, sucking softly. "Aah-! C-Caleb..!" You let out a high pitched moan as he sucked your nipple teasingly.
"You sound so cute," Caleb breathed, pressing open mouth kisses to your breast before moving downwards. "I wonder what other noises gege will hear?"
"Shut up," You whined, in desperate need of his mouth between your legs. "Need you there…"
"So demanding…right here?" Caleb chuckled and parted your thighs. His head rested between your thighs, his mouth hovering above your soaked panties. His hands gripped both of your thighs firmly to keep them parted. Your eyes met his and you could almost cum at the sight. He inhaled your sweet scent, letting out a moan. He let his gaze stay glued to yours as he licked a stripe up your panties. You shut your eyes tightly and arched against his tongue, letting out a moan.
"Ahh~! Caleb-! I…Oh my god…" You whined, your hands finding the back of his head and pressing him more against yourself. He pressed more wet kisses against your damp panties, enjoying every little moan and sound that escaped your swollen lips. He hooked a finger underneath your panties, his knuckle brushing against your clit. He tugged the useless piece of fabric to the side and moaned softly at the sight of your swollen pussy.
"You're so wet for me…so fucking needy…" He groaned and latched his mouth to your aching clit. You almost screamed from the intense pleasure that flared up from your tummy throughout the rest of your body. His tongue worked mercilessly against your pussy, dragging up from your glistening slick to your puffy and sensitive clit. "Mmph…you like this, don't you?" He chuckled against your pussy, the vibrations spreading throughout your body.
"Ahh~! Nngh…yes, yes..! I like it so much!" You moaned, grinding your hips against his mouth. Caleb continued to lick and suck your pretty pussy, trying to memorize every single moan and praise you gave him. He eagerly lapped at your clit, his eyes always trained on you to watch your reaction. He savored the way your mouth was parted, how your face was flushed red-how your body sang to him. "Oh my god, oh my god-!"
"Just like that, oh you're such a good girl," Caleb groaned into you, your slick coating his mouth. The delicious curve of his nose nudged roughly against your clit, your back arching once more. "Such a good, good girl…" You gasped, overwhelmed by his nickname and the way he was making you feel. The feeling of his tongue, his hands-it was so much better than fucking yourself with your small fingers. The way you were spread out for him was such a sinful sight-the soft, wet squelching noises mixed with the chorus of moans and pleasure-it was something you could only imagine in your dreams.
"Ah~! Hah…gege..!" You whined needily, feeling your climax approaching. Caleb understood immediately, and leaned backwards, the disappearance of the warmth of his tongue leaving you feeling empty. "Caleb..?" You watched as he kicked off his shorts, leaving him in tight boxers, highlighting the enormous bulge that had you drooling.
His eyes met yours, for permission. His amethyst eyes, dark with hunger, now held a delicate vulnerability. The previous dominance and control that he possessed faded, leaving an equally desperate and needy man before you, reflecting your own hunger.
"Pipsqueak, I want you. I want you so, so bad…" He whimpered, leaning forward and caging you between his strong arms. The cold chain of his necklace fell against you, the soft jingle of metal sounding like a warning. You sighed against him, feeling the outline of his heat rubbing against your bare, wet pussy as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Can I? Please? It'll feel so good…" Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer. His chest pressed against your breasts, your hardened nipples rubbing against his warm skin.
"Please," You breathed. "Need it so bad…" He closed his eyes, resting his head in the crook of your neck. A comfortable silence fell, the sounds of your breath and mingling heartbeats being the only thing you could focus on. Your hands gently rubbed his back. "Caleb, please…"
Caleb took a deep breath, and you could hear the ruffling of fabric as he slipped his underwear off. You couldn't even see anything since his body was hovering over you, but you felt something hard and warm slap against your thigh. You gasped at the contact, eyes widening in shock. For a brief moment, a pang of fear stabbed you in the chest. Worries and insecurities of not meeting his expectations pulled at your thoughts, but Caleb was quick to notice. He smiled down at you, his hand caressing the side of your face, reminding you of how this all started.
"Remember what I said earlier? Caleb is going to take care of you, okay? So don't be scared," He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closing and you closed your eyes too. "Right now, my duty is to make you feel good. If you feel good, gege feels good too, okay?"
"Mm.."
"Use your words," Caleb commanded gently. He leaned back to look at you properly, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of you not wanting this.
"Okay, gege," You whispered back, Caleb's mouth crashing down upon yours as the last syllable of 'gege' left your lips. He rolled his hips into you, his cock splitting you in half. Your swollen pussy clamped around him, a lewd squelch filling your room. You let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain, his lips finding your neck. Your nails dug into his back harshly as he let you adjust to his girth, the rapid rise and fall of your chest matching his frantic heartbeat. "Oh my go-oh my god…it's so b-big…"
"I know, I know…it's o-okay," Caleb groaned into your neck. the feeling of your velvet walls squeezing around him driving him crazy. Just like you, he'd been fantasizing about this very moment just a room away. He remembered the late nights of pumping his cock to a simple picture you've sent him-or the way he would wrap his member in a pair of your frilly panties and fuck himself senseless, cum spilling down his fingers as your name left his lips like a desperate prayer. "F-fuck…you feel so good…holy shit-!"
"Caleb, move-I'm ready," You breathed, pulling him tighter against you. He inhaled a shaky breath and nodded, pressing a kiss against your neck softly. He rolled his hips into you, earning a high pitched moan from you. You were completely lost in the way his body molded perfectly against you-the way steady rhythm of his cock pistoning in and out of your drenched heat. Tears spilled down your cheeks-tears of both pleasure and pain mixing as you cried out his name in a broken voice. "C-Caleb! Oh my god, oh my-fuck!"
"That's it, you're doing so well," Caleb whined into your ear, hips rolling deliciously into you. He kissed your cheek, letting out a string of pretty moans that you wished you could keep a permanent record of in your memories. "My pretty girl…f-fuck! Is this what you imagine when your-when your all alone-hah…"
You nodded eagerly, letting out a ragged moan as he thrusted deeper into you, your sweet pussy sucking him in greedily. "Nngh, y-yes! Oh-oh my god…!"
"Good girl," He groaned, his lips finding yours and kissing you more intensely more than before. His tongue swirled deliciously against yours, his mouth sucking on your lower lip. "You take me so fucking well-god…you're so perfect…" He went back into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as his thrusts became more sloppy. He inhaled your scent, something he had memorized a long time ago-but now, he wanted to memorize your every curve, every moan, every scream-just for him. Your legs wrapped around him, inviting each powerful roll of his hips.
"M-mine…" He rasped between thrusts, kissing your neck roughly. "Say it…say you belong to gege…" He took a shaky breath and stopped momentarily to gaze down upon you. From his view, you looked simply divine. Tears streaked down your eyes and your eyes were glazed with pleasure. A pretty little mess, just for gege-just for him.
"Gege…I'm yours-I'm all yours, gege…" You sobbed, looking up at him with your glistening eyes, face flushed and lips swollen. Your words reignited the fire in his chest and he snapped. He growled into your neck as he suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts, a scream tearing from your throat as he fucked you relentlessly. The mean curve of his cock kissed that sweet spot within you repeatedly, the sound of your moans and screams rolling off your pretty, swollen lips. "Gege, oh gege, gege, anngh~!"
"Fuck, you're such a good girl for gege, taking geges cock so well-fuck you're perfect-my sweet girl-" He groaned, desperately into your neck. He chuckled, rolling his hips into you, ravaging your poor, drenched pussy. "Look at you-hah…such a cute mess…you can only say 'gege', hm? F-fuck…" He groaned as your pussy tightened around him. You cried out in pleasure, back arching against his chest.
"Gege, I'm c-close!" You whined frantically, your nails raking over his back. He hissed at the pain, a low growl rising in his throat.
"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum-gonna cum for gege?" Caleb leaned back again, caging you underneath his form. The pendant of his necklace dangled between the two of you, glinting slightly. He smirked at you, his gaze darkening. He let himself thrust into you, enjoying the sight of you squirming underneath him. His hand found your wrists and pinned them above your head. You moaned, a broken 'caleb' tumbling off your lips. His other hand lifted your thigh to your chest, your eyes finding the sight of his cock deep inside your pussy. You drool at the sight and Caleb can only laugh. "Look at you…you're enjoying this, aren't you?" His grip on your wrists tightened and he let his hips thrust into you, letting you watch.
"Ah~! Gege…!" Tears once again welled in your eyes as you felt the approach of your climax-but Caleb wasn't giving it to you. "You're so mean! Hah…" He chuckled and increased the pace, his grip on both your thigh and wrists tightening.Each time he thrusted into you, he went faster, his balls slapping lewdly against your bare ass. The loud squelching sounds of his cock pumping into you only grew louder as he increased his pace even more.
"T-too much, hah~! Gege, oh gege, please, oh please, gege, gege~!" You screamed, eyes rolling back into your head as you took his cock greedily. Your own pussy spurted with your own arousal, coating his cock as he continued to fuck you ruthlessly.
"Yeah-fuck-! Oh pipsqueak…Oh f-fuck-!" Caleb let out a strangled moan as he finally came inside of you, your pussy tightening around him as you also reached your long awaited climax.
"Gege~!" You screamed, back arching as he let himself cum inside of you.
He whimpered as he spilled his hot load into you, his cum so much that it was spilling out of your sweet pussy. He kissed your lips desperately, letting go of your wrists and instead finding your face. You cried in his arms at the sheer amount of pleasure you felt, your pussy still squeezing around him as your own arousal mixed with his. Tears streamed down your face as he kissed you, eyes fluttering shut as you let him hold you through your climax. His thrusts slowed down before he eventually pulled himself out from you.
The intense hunger you felt earlier had been satisfied, though you knew it would return sooner or later-but for now, you grounded yourself in the present-and that was in Calebs arms.
You could feel the sticky slick dribbling down your thighs-his sweet cum marking his territory-you. Your breathing slowed, though your heartbeat remained quick. Caleb pressed his forehead against yours, his own chest rising and falling heavily. There was a brief pause-a comfortable period of silence that let the two of you process what had just happened.
Years of yearning and desire were fulfilled tonight, both from you and Caleb. Years of whispering each others name shamefully into your pillows was now transformed into something tangible-something real. It made you feel warm inside, something soft and vulnerable blooming inside your chest.
"Are you okay?" He whispered softly, wiping a damp strand of hair away from your face. You swallowed, and let out a breathy laugh, smiling up at him.
"Y-yeah, I'm okay…you?" You asked shyly despite the rather intimate experience the two of you had shared, your hands finding his face. He kissed your palm and grinned down at you.
"Oh, I'm doing pretty amazing right now," Caleb said teasingly, laying beside you and pulling you into his embrace. You let your head rested against his chest, his powerful heartbeat matching yours. His arms wrapped around you, strong and safe. "You…you're amazing." He breathed. You blushed, pressing yourself further into him as if you were to fuse bodies.
"You too," You murmured sincerely, smiling against his chest. You let him run a hand through your hand, a gesture you've grown used to ever since the two of you were children. You curled your body against him, eyes fluttering shut. "I love you a lot, Caleb." Your words were barely above a whisper. "And…we really should have done this sooner." You added with a chuckle. Caleb laughed with you, pulling you closer against him.
"I…I love you too," He whispered gently. "And you're right-it would've saved me the trouble of stealing your panties for myself." The last part slipped from his lips by accident-but you caught it and your eyes widened.
"You what-?!" You pulled back against him and punched his chest lightly. "Caleb?!" His eyes were already closed, a smile tugging at his lips. He pulled you back against him, your words muffled against his bare chest.
"Shh, we can talk about that tomorrow, okay? Right now…let's just sleep.." Caleb chuckled, letting his chin rest atop your head as your mind became conflicted once more-however, his words were inviting and you felt the soft lull of slumber pulling you further and further into the abyss. You just sighed, letting him off the hook this one time before relaxing in his embrace as you inhaled the familiar scent of apples and home, letting yourself be held by your gege.
a/n: top divider by @firefly-graphics and apple divider by @mang0smoothie
You came to the side of the bed and sat staring at me. Then you kissed me—I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that's how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end—
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This is an entry to the lovely Folded Wishes: a 🍎🍏 event !!! Very exciting to take a part of it ( ♡´艸`) It's amazing seeing all the artists and writers and their works!!
Thump, thump, thump.
A rhythmic sound of a tail hitting the covers pulled you out of sleep’s embrace with ease. It was your favourite morning alarm, one that never startled you into awakeness, one that promised a few extra moments of warmth, ending with a dozen pecks all over your face, and a freshly made breakfast just steps away.
The first gentle kiss found its way into your exposed shoulder. Cold nose pressing into your warm neck, making you squirm as fluffy ears tickled your cheeks with every move of his head.
“Caleeeeb,” you tried turning to the other side, swatting his face away, just to be pulled closer. A deep chuckle was the only warning before another peck found its way under your jaw.
“You’re unbelievably cute in the morning.”
Who would have thought you would end with him sneaking into your heart?
The night was quiet, the cold creeping deep into your bones as you traversed through the white blanket of snow covering the world. Each step breaking the silence with a crunch that was echoing between the space of darkened houses and thick forestation. As beautiful and quiet as the scenery was, there was a shiver creeping down your spine. You swore there was another quiet crunch of the snow behind you, stopping only when you stopped. You tried to quickly turn around a few times, despite being filled with fright, desperate to know who was behind you, if there was even anyone. Was there a lost monster that wandered too deep into the city, or maybe you were just losing your mind?
Each time an empty street greeted your vision, it indicated that you really were simply losing it. Maybe it was stress finally catching up to you. The shop getting busier, new faces visiting as the quality of your tea and brews was gaining popularity, your care in what you were doing finally paying off after months of adjusting to this new place — a small town near the forest known for its great views with hot springs, peaceful atmosphere, and rich historic center.
It was your dream haven, an escape from the devastating life in the city. A place where you were finally able to breathe after all the ordeal you went through — losing your apprenticeship, breaking up, and the struggles of everyday life piling on your shoulders before you gave up and decided to take a leap of fate.
At this moment, this leap felt like the biggest mistake ever. What would you do if there was a creep following you in the middle of the night? Damn, you were really losing your mind here. Before you could dwell further, you were at your doorstep, promptly getting in and shutting the door with extra bolts, just in case.
Maybe it was time to get a protection animal just for the sake of your mind — it wasn’t the first time you felt watched.
He started coming some time ago — a new patron, always ordering black, no sugar, no milk.
The first time he stopped by, it was just a moment, in and out, efficient and precise — he must have been in the middle of his patrol, uniform on, ears perked high on his head, brown just like his hair and his tail. All business and no fun, only a few words exchanged, as you passed his order with a timid shyness under his watchful gaze. You could feel him lingering on your moves — intimidating, even scary, carefulness in his sharp eyes. The carefulness changed when looking around, like every person in the shop was a potential threat. Towering over the rest of the visitors, humans and hybrids alike.
You would not pay him a second thought (you lied to yourself), just another face — a very handsome one — in the crowd, if he didn’t stop by the next day, and then the next, and then…
“You do the best cup in the universe,” he leaned onto the counter on a quiet afternoon, almost lazy as the heavy snow slowed the usual traffic.
“Oh yeah? You can always advertise it as such” You smiled at him, following the usual way you always worked. Trying your hardest not to glance over every other moment.
“I‘ve been doin’ that” he flashed you a generous smile, all puppy-like and boyish. Without the uniform, with one of his ears flopping down in the most endearing manner you have seen and his tail wagging ever so slightly — it was almost as if he was a different person, you even made a double take when he entered minutes ago. If not for the purple gaze, a galaxy contained in the eyes, you would have bet it was a distant relative of the strict guard or officer… you weren’t really sure about ranks.
“Is that why I’ve been having more uniforms around, stopping by for a cup before a patrol?”
“Maaaybe,” he grinned, “Or maaaaaybe, they just want to see your pretty smile.” You tried the hardest not to blush at the compliment as you shook your head at him.
It was easy talking to him, even easier when his mood was playful, his posture less intimidating, eyes following your moves with more excitement than sharpness he had the first time stepping into the shop. And for some reason, maybe the warm tingle spreading through your chest at his attention, you didn’t mind when one afternoon, in the middle of rush between some healthy herbs, brewing tea, and crying kids with their grandmothers, you didn’t even try stopping him when he jumped the counter. Navigating around your busy steps with ease that should have come only with weeks of practice — it almost felt superreal.
First step to a heart comes from firm support in face of danger
There was always something unsettling about the idea of love potions. It irked you in a way that almost made you itch to sell the person some slightly weird concussion and advise them to use it on themselves, but the risk of them feeding someone else the mixture was too big. You didn’t want to be fined or worse, your licence revoked because someone thought a feeling of purest magical significance in the universe could be forced. The morality of such brews aside, those things need to be given in dosages, and the most they do is make a person a bit more giggly and susceptible to flirting. Honestly, they were bogus; they just made a person look at another one with better light due to a simple charm, not actually blindly falling head over heels for them — a common misconception of those less educated, ah, magic literacy, the dying art.
“I don’t sell that, sir, as much as the potions are not forbidden, I do not offer them.” Your brows scrunched, tone still polite, but finality rang in it.
You didn’t like dealing with customers like the man before you, even less when they were easily towering over you, looking more like lost travellers with ill intent than just some adventurers on their merry way. And this man just didn’t get the hint. Your shop being almost empty wasn’t helping your case, as the only customer just looked at you worryingly, in no position to help. The poor granny was even trying to pack, eyeing the door. You couldn’t blame her; the prime of her years of slapping idiots with purses was gone.
“Listen, lady, I can see you have everything—”
“She said no.” There was a coldness in the voice that boomed behind the man, not the same statement as yours, but something sharper, making even you jump a bit. Maybe because it appeared seemingly out of thin air, faster than the cold blast from the outside sneaking through the closing doors.
The man looked behind, meeting the stern face of someone you started calling a friend. It was so different, seeing his ears perking up, eyes almost empty. Or maybe there was enough in them — a warning, dangerous glint complemented by a twitch of an upper lip, threatening to showcase just how much a hybrid can be dangerous. Something that even looking from the side made the hair on your neck stand up, and it wasn’t even directed at you.
Maybe it was because he didn’t have the uniform, or maybe just because the man knew no better. Trying to continue a finished conversation.
“Listen, puppy, go to your owner and don’t meddle when humans are talking.”
Before your own anger could flare at the statement, one with the tone that never failed to make you see red, there was a hold on the man's arm, twisting it back and pushing him to the exit. The granny now, snuggled in the corner seat, looked cautiously at the men, her expression changing, the only warning you got before you heard a whistle of a blade cutting air.
You froze, too stunned to do more than watch with held breath at the short but chaotic exchange. Blade swinging, snarl following with a sickening crunch that echoed through the room as blood flowed and chairs dropped to the ground. The lady screamed, Caleb launched, and the door swung open with force, blasting the cold and the snow inside.
There was no finesse you could see in the exchange, just the brute force of a hybrid showing a troublemaker what happens when you challenge the wrong person. If not for the guard that ran in, lured by the high pitch of a woman's cry, you were not sure what damage would have been done.
You rushed to the lady, trying your best to calm her shaky hands, as three people exited your shop to take the commotion outside. You didn’t pay much attention to anything, then the customer until she was calm enough to accept your apology, assure you that she was able to go home herself, and understandingly pat your own hands with a warm sympathy.
Your own hands shaking as you gathered part of the mess made, before your head shot up, when the doors opened again. The small smile greeting you died quickly.
“Hey… Hey, are you ok?” You flinched instinctively at the hand reaching to you, and it made the silence that followed feel heavy.
“I am… fine” you breathed, glad of the chilliness still lingering around him; it made your breath feel lighter than it was. Just to hitch back, when you saw the red on his hand.
You sat him down in the small back room — pulling him all the way there by the sleeve of his jacket. You almost felt bad; his ears were flat, his tail still, and it would probably drag on the floor if he weren’t so tall.
Neither of you spoke for a moment while you bussied yourself with cold water and towels, getting some herbal oils into a bowl to clean the cut on his hand.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he cleared his throat, eyes fixed on his shoes as he sat on the small stool near boxes of vials and jars. Fingers nervously pulling on the skin near the laceration.
“You didn’t…” You tried comforting him, maybe a bit too fast with the assurance, feeling bad at how miserable he looked.
It’s not every day that you see full fangs and swinging fists. Not here at all, the place always seemed dreamy.
There was something of a half hum and half whimper that took you by surprise, of course, he could tell, he saw through the put on bravery with ease. You saw the turmoil in his eyes, a flicker of something more than being sorry, a tint of fear, disappointed in himself, and something you could not quite place, a weird detachment that was ready to break loose if not stopped.
“Maybe a little“ you admitted, cleaning his hand and bandaging it slowly, not quite letting go when you should.
“I didn’t expect him to have a weapon… I would’ve never made you watch somethin’ like—”
“I was scared that you would get hurt, and see, you did, dummy.”
“Dummy?” His eyes were locked on your face, a small smile returning, as you whipped the blood off his cheek, like the pain you assumed he should feel was nothing once you delicately cradled his face. Ears perking up at the motion, his head almost snuggling into your palm with a gaze so soft it made your tension melt from your shoulders.
You turned fast, trying your best to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks until you heard a swish and felt something hitting your leg.
You had to bite your lips, stopping the giggle.
Second step is marked with laughter and attention
A sneeze made the flour shoot into the air, a quiet squeaky sound leaving your lips in the process, which was answered with a full-hearted laughter.
Once again, the kitchen was turning into a cooking warzone, like every time you decided to work together on something in it. It started once with a simple help for a busy festival, when you were all alone, and about halfway to baking madness.
Now it turned into evenings spent cooking dinner together, or preparing for the next day's baking goods for the shop. It was your fault really. You slipped once and told him you might be skipping some meals — you never knew it would end up like this.
It was not hard for you to realise that any small thing you did with Caleb was always full of laughter, making your heart skip a beat — which still made you worried, maybe you were misunderstanding things. Maybe you were reading into things that were not there. Giving into the kindness and gentleness he provided with a greedy heart that wouldn’t mind… something more.
“You sound like a mouse, a small pipsqueak.” He poked your cheeks a few times, dragging his finger over them. Did he just draw whiskers on your face? A boop to your nose later, he was back at kneading the dough, like the whole place didn’t look like a winter wonderland. The white puffs of flour still in the air, the powder on the floor, your and his clothes, hair… everywhere. It was a baker’s worst nightmare, a kitchen war crime that you would have hated, if not for the happy humming and constant flour tornadoes from one very happy swinging tail.
“Seeing as you ripped the flour pack…” You started, getting a baking tray ready, coating it with butter.
“Oh, did I now?” his hands ceased as his head turned to look at you. You offered a wide grin, knowing well that if you really whined or teased him enough, he would… No, he will help you either way, but it was so much more amusing this way.
“I didn’t know I had psychic powers, pips.” he bumped his hip into you, getting back to his task, making sure the dough is properly done. “If I knew I wouldn’t bother with dirtying my hands with all those egg yolks, I could just magic my way outta it.”
“You cannot magic your way out of everything” you pouted, leaning in closer, and poking the mixture in the bowl. “I thought you would help me, but oh, all the hard work will be mine as always.”
“As always?” his arms crossed, head tilting to the side with amused disbelief. “I think I misheard you there, buttercup” you backed, seeing the glint in his eyes, arms relaxing, but you saw the twitch of his fingers. Something that you have trained yourself really fast to do.
“When was the last time you cleaned after our cooking sessions?” you backed another step, eyeing the exit onto the shop's floor.
Did you want to take a chance and expand the floury mess, or maybe just succumb to the tickle attack that was incoming?
Third one is safety found in the presence
“Followed?” he seemed worried, his ears flickering then flattening on his head. You were still not sure how to read those little mood flags of his.
“I… It’s probably nothing really… It’s just…” You stopped, waving goodbye to the last person exiting the shop. You bit your lips, your eyes returning to him.
“I am a bit scared,” admitting it felt harder than it should; there was no shame in it, yet it made you feel ridiculous. “I asked my friends to walk with me… But it seems they didn’t really feel it, and I was just so sure that someone was hiding… somewhere… It’s... It’s stupid.” The more you explained, the sillier you thought, but you couldn’t shake the unease you were feeling after weeks of what felt like living under surveillance.
“Hey, hey, pips” he said, catching your hands, when you started picking on the small hangnail, your attention solemnly on him now. “It’s not stupid… It’s ok, you should have told me straight away. I would walk you home every day.”
“I didn’t want to, you are so busy, and still you find some time to help me around here and… It seemed unfair.”
“Hey, I’ll always find time for you, ya know?” Seeing the frown still on your face, he smiled brighter, one thing he knew you were weak to. “I would go crazy if something happened to you.”
“Me, or without your fix in the morning?” You tried to discharge the atmosphere, which started going in a place that made you question many things you weren’t yet ready to discover.
He just smiled, his eyes glimmering like a summer night sky, as if your query should have been something you could answer yourself.
With him by your side at night, walking through the quiet streets, you could breathe again, still tense, but for the first time, you didn’t feel the looming presence of someone watching. There was no extra crunch behind you, and the night felt right — once again enjoyable. The worry slowly slipped from your shoulders.
Maybe it really was all in your head, maybe it was just his presence that soothed you.
“All good pips?”
You looked at him with surprise, his brows tight with worry. Eyes slowly roaming over your face, dropping once… twice… thrice to your lips.
“I was calling you for a while… What's brewing in that nogging?”
“Did you? I was just thinking about how nice and quiet it is now.” You smiled, bumping your shoulder with him, biting your lip, and trying to calm your heart. How funny it was that after all that stress, you could actually enjoy this view once more. It made your heart warm, the cold becoming a simple beauty of the winter, not a chill that could make your blood freeze in terror.
Your hand found its way around his, hugging it gently before you even realised it, a new spring in your step making the way seem almost new, like rediscovering a new thread of magic, filling you with glee. Not paying a sliver of attention to the gentle tension of his arm or the gentle breeze from a happily swishing tail.
“Yea… It’s nice…” the agreement was soft and breathy, easy enough to miss. “Beautiful.”
Fourth one is staying when the weather turns bad
“I should have turned him into a bloody frog!” You were pacing around the shop, angry stomps that started fast and loud and died down when Caleb set two cups of tea on a table near the big sofa seat. “No, that would be too generous! Into a worm! Let the fish eat him alive and wriggling. Better yet, just straight up poison him. Why let the fish eat the trash?”
The letter came earlier that day, the cafe closed since then as you oscillated between stomping out a circle in the middle of the shop and stress cleaning. Anger, that was your only line of defence once you heard what your ex-fiancé brewed in your home city — poor Caleb heard the full list of the atrocities twice now. Not once breaking your ranting, letting you let it all out. His eyes were watching your every move, removing anything you took that looked breakable, that he knew would leave you devastated if something happened to them.
There was no teasing, no commentary about what kind of things he himself would do to the not-so-poor soul you were raging against — he was a calm presence, offering a nod here and there. But even without the verbal queues, you felt him, saw his jaw tightening, his arm flexing into a ball until his knuckles went white, and then back to the somehow relaxed grip on his own tight.
You sat arm's length away from him, resting your hands on the warm cup he offered. They were shaking, and you decided to test your luck by trying to take a sip. If you even spilled a drop, you felt like you would break down.
You didn’t notice tears until one of them dropped into your cup, and you frantically tried to cover the tear-stained face, wiping your cheeks.
“It’s ok.” his hand landed on your back, heavy, warm, and steady. And that was when the sobbing started. Not a good kind of cry broke through when you turned to him, hiding your face in his chest.
There was no judging when the material got soaked, no pushing back, when you clung to him, sure that you heard a rip when he shifted you to sit on his lap. Hugging you in a comforting way that reminded you of a heavy blanket shielding you from any monster under the bed. An alien feeling of neutrality and acceptance washed over you — no harshness of trying to set you ‘right’, no nagging about how you should handle the way you feel. It broke you and rebuilt you in a way that supernova and white hole would work together without a means to create something new.
“I got you. I’m here. Until your heart is full of sunshine again,” he whispered until the sobs died down, in a hushed tone like you’re alone in the world and nothing but the both of you mattered. “You can always rely on me.” A quiet promise between soft rubs to your back. Simple words that carried more meaning than anything you could ever dream of.
Fifth is a routine that brings out a smile
It was a while now, a while of quiet nights and warm cheeks; of laughter echoing in the late nights; of silly banter and no shadows lurking in the back. It was warm safety that made butterflies settle in your stomach in a completely new way, unlike anything else. A presence that slipped into your heart like a well-fitted glove.
You cleaned the last mugs, setting them aside to pack the last cinnamon-apple rolls that you kept specifically for today. Something that you planned as a thank you to your charming, fluffy-tailed protector. It truly stopped being just a walk to make you feel safe at night, more than a friend and an arm to lean on. You thought, maybe even hoped that it would be much, much more.
“Ready to close, buttercup?” the pet name falling off effortlessly from his lips, like anything else he used to tease you — it was almost unfair how easily he could make your cheeks flush and heart race. The fake offence, there was none really, was gone when you saw the wide smile and slow swing of his tail. Faltering to a deeper blush once he leaned in to fix the coat’s collar, wrapping the scarf neatly around your neck.
“Ready, and with a treat.”
He stood outside for quite a while, ears flickering now and then under the snowy assault of the weather, watching through the window as she busied herself, cleaning the tables, fixing the pillows, checking on the potted plants, and cleaning what was left from the lengthy day.
He wanted to go in sooner, help her close up, so she could walk with him, but if he did that… he would only see her for a short moment. Exactly 1306 seconds before she disappeared on the other side of the doors. He took a breath and walked in.
His shoulder relaxed seeing how she almost skipped to the door, a bag in her hands, put aside as she grabbed her coat. His hand flexed by his side, before he decided to help her, making sure her scarf was properly put around her neck to leave no space for the wind to sneak under it, careful enough to not touch her with his cold fingers. How she had so much energy after a day of running around was beyond him; she was like a small pup.
“Ooooh? Did I do something to deserve it?” he leaned in closer, pretending to make a small adjustment to the scarf, his ears flicking at the sound of a soft breath, a careful sniff of her scent, eyes momentarily fixed on her flushed cheeks. How he loved the gentle pinks turning to deep tomato’s tint. It was the cutest thing he ever seen. Made his own heart squeeze tight.
He loved the way she told him about her day, her arm linked with his without even noticing. If he teased her about it, she would pull away; he couldn’t have that. So he listened, trying his hardest to control his tail that wanted to go a mile an hour just from the pure tranquility their walks offered him. Far away from the strictness of the uniform he had to wear, away from the loneliness it induced upon him.
This, however brief, felt like there could be more. A warmer version of his life.
“Come in for the treat?” she waved the bag in front of him with a gentle, shy smile, the same one she had when they first met. And even if he must have seemed like a lovestruck puppy, wagging his tail like an idiot, he didn’t care anymore.
He didn’t have a 5-step guide on how to make her his — but if he would… he wouldn’t share it anyway.
Now, months later, as she curled into his embrace, giggles erupting under assault of small pecks and nibbles to her shoulders and neck — he was happy. He had his whole world in his hands and wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
Now, he was certain that silently following her all that time back, watching her from afar at night — just to make sure she was safe — was not the worst idea he had.
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