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The weather can be a treacherous creature — sun lulling you in inconspicuous, rain slowly planning its attack, wind striking suddenly with chills from the depths of Antarctica; one couldn’t as well forget the pollen — an assassin unseen in plain sight with no mercy (thanks evolution). All combined they create a perfect recipe for disaster. Their victim? You.
Rafayel is teasing at first, oh poor cutie sneezes as rapidly as a mantis shrimp’s strikes. It was on a call, you were cancelling plans for the evening — dinner and a late summer night walk on the beach, crossed out from the calendar. The weather day prior betrayed you, and now you were all sniffles and sneezes, red, teary eyes, and fever.
He sighs dramatically — a fish abandoned, orphaned, unloved — the full packet. But he is all but willing to sacrifice himself and visit you, even if it means the germs will swallow him whole. You refuse, not wanting to pass whatever flu you had — imagining the drama that WILL unfold if he really gets sick. You will not survive his “dying, last breath, suffering for love, I see light in the tunnel" spiel.
His teasing smile washes off his face in seconds once he sees you, two blinks, and his shoulder straightens. You warned him. You really did. You must look like a disaster, washed up on the shore jellyfish.
“Cutie, I am too young for you to die” he says, pushing you to your bedroom with urgency. He tucks you in, a hand on your warm forehead, and off he goes. You only hear clutter in the other part of the apartment; you're too tired to argue with whatever mad plan he wants to execute. As long as the house still stands when you open your eyes.
While you sleep, he was livid in the kitchen, kettle boiling for some tea, and suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks.
He doesn’t have enough.
He only bought some tissues and some cold and flu remedies, thinking oh, the sniffles are all you had.
That will not do when his love is surely dying, one leg on the other side.
He goes to the pharmacy, shops for some food, and for a moment, he wonders — should he get a priest just in case? Nah, he’s a god that will do, if he has to exorcise the spirits of sickness, he will.
You wake up to a smell of something fishy — no pun intended — and when you cough, he is already in the doorway. Cold compress in one hand, tray with hot soup and steaming cup in another. You faintly smell herbs. He puts pillows behind you and helps you sit, ignoring the soft protests. The medicine was herbal, and you swore there was seaweed in the mug.
You were grounded, you may — by the grace of the sea god — go to the bathroom, but then back to bed.
A warm bath in the evening, and you will not escape from him joining you in, helping with sore muscles, helping you wash against all the whines that you could do all that alone. The sea salt in the bath dissolves, smelling like lavender, and you cannot help but snooze in his arms.
“My little poor veiltail” he sighs, once you are back in bed. He hums and waits until you fall asleep.
The kitchen was a mess. Three books about traditional medicine he grabbed on the run, the two cookbooks with comfort food and healthy food all splayed open on the counter, packs of throat lozenges, pills, and herbs on the other side. He just took the recommended one by the pharmacists, but few brands of each, not knowing which one to take. It really stressed him out.
He followed the recipes for some tea that should warm you up and help with the fever. He scrolled through, what felt like a hundred, forums and articles about cold and flu, debating with himself which one he should trust. He woke you up a few times, just for some tea. Every time he hummed and sat on the bed until you fell asleep.
He joined you late at night — arms wrapping around you securely.
You looked so pale, so weak, shivering every now and then in his arms. And something drowned upon him — humans are so delicate.
He will learn anything for you; he will learn how to take care of you. Because even if it is a ‘silly little cold’ (your words — blatant lie, he was sure), it is as important as something severe he won’t name out loud.
He might be dramatic about it, yes, but that is just to let his emotions flow; otherwise, he might be stuck in his head for too long. And the fear from the depths of his heart will surface just like he felt it did when he saw you opening the door. Sweaty, blanket tucked around your shoulders, swaying slightly. The worst of it all — your glossy eyes, all for the wrong reasons.
You are his heart, his bride.
He will take care of you, no matter how silly and small the reason is, no matter if it is in sickness or in health. And that was his vow.
I will be writing all LIs (I think), just 😅 I need to sleep - capitalism is calling, apparently one has to be awake for work :v
Sylus: it's not like he doesn't hold your whole hand (he insists on doing so, even), it's just... that holding such a tiny part of you, that's unwilling to let him go, it's almost electrifying. If you seek his pinky first, he won't admit it, but the tip of his ears gets a little red.
Caleb: holding your hand is also a natural thing for Caleb, and you've been doing it since you were kids. While crossing the street, taking a walk in the park, or simply watching TV together, somehow your or his hand reached for the other's. But as you two grew up, holding hands became more intimate in the eyes of others. So, when you two wanted to avoid awkward questions or looks, you'd seek each other's pinkies and discreetly keep each other close.
Playful headbutts
Zayne: while waiting in line or standing close to each other, he suddenly leans his body to the side and gives your head a little bump, looking straight all the time. It's a cutesy way to kill boredom and, if you do the same, he smiles a little. It doesn't matter if you can only reach his shoulder or his head, bumping into each other is somehow amusing for him.
Xavier: he does it the most when he wants your attention. Let's say you're both drinking with colleagues, and you've been distracted or too engrossed with your friend's chatter, that's the moment when you feel a little bump from your side. He'd be looking at you with doe eyes while his hand supports his head. He wants you to look at him sooo bad, and it works. He also does it when you're sitting together on the bed or couch, it's past your bedtime and he quietly reminds you to go rest.
Hip bumps
Rafayel: also a way to kill boredom, or to tease you. He does it the most when you're both in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth or hair. Starts with a gentle push, barely swaying your body, but of course you push him back, so it escalates. Never strong enough to make you fall, but enough to make you stumble a couple of steps as you lose balance. Loooves and bursts out laughing if you get mad and rely on actually pushing him with your arms.
Randomly play fight
Caleb: another habit from childhood. You want to tickle him, he defends himself, you grab each other's hands, push and pull, he tries to make you trip a little with his legs (he always catches you !!), you pull his arm, and suddenly he has you pinned down on the bed/sofa, both of you giggling. While growing up, he might've accidentally hurt you, something you laughed off because you knew it wasn't intentional, but he still learnt to measure his strength around you.
Poke you out of nowhere
Xavier: it's his version of play fights. Since he likes to pull pranks, he tends to poke the small of your back when you're distracted, sometimes making you yelp, then your sides or cheeks. It can turn into a tickle war easily.
Rafayel: pokes your shoulder and acts as if he doesn't know anything, and somehow it always works because he only does it at his exhibitions, so there are a lot of people who randomly pat your shoulder to get your attention, but when he is barely containing his giggles, that's when you smack his arm.
< Intro | Chapter 1
Self aware Sylus x gn reader, hurt/comfort
CW: vomit, derealization, general sickness
wc: 1.7k
You slowly stir back into consciousness, a gooey exhaustion clinging to your entire body and weighing you down uncomfortably. A wave of motion sickness flows through you as you attempt to sit up, having to try multiple times in order to get your aching muscles to cooperate.
Your vision spins as you try to reorient yourself. Everything feels just slightly wrong, like a space you were once familiar with has been tampered with, all your belongings moved an inch out of place, causing your body's instinctual memory to falter and stumble over what once felt natural.
But, by far, the greatest discomfort comes from your heart. It aches, a deep, pulsing pain; and it thumps harder than it ever has in your life. Each beat jostles your whole body, and you slump over, your hands clasped over your chest as you tremble.
After a couple of deep breaths to hold the nausea at bay and attempt to calm yourself, you sit upright again, and your vision clears enough to be able to make out your surroundings.
You're in a large, intimidating room with gothic-style decor, dimly lit by flickering firelight that's dampened by walls painted completely black. Your aching body is gently cradled by silk sheets with the highest thread count you've ever felt. Something about this room tugs at the edges of your memory, but it slips away whenever you attempt to grasp at it. A canopy drapes above you, framing the view of a shadowy-looking city outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and…
You startle as your somewhat delirious mind finally takes notice of the figure seated in front of you. There's a pitcher of water with two expensive-looking glasses set on a table behind him, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit. He's slumped over in a luxurious armchair, his head resting on his knuckles as he breathes deeply, fast asleep. That's- no way, this can't be right.
You check your hands — five fingers on both, no abnormalities. You're wearing your usual pajamas, and the details are all there, down to the smallest stain. This is too clear to be a dream. This hurts too much to be a dream. So what, a psychotic break? Are you going insane?
Intense pain blooms deep in your skull, and you cover your face, holding back a shuddering sob. Chills and shivers wrack your body, and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from crying out and waking the stranger in front of you. The stranger, because there's no way that's who you think it is. He's not real. You must be going insane; it hurts so badly. You bite down on your palm to keep yourself quiet, tasting iron as your unease builds even further.
You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here. Dizzy and delirious, you climb out of bed, nearly collapsing to the floor just from trying to stay standing. You unsteadily stumble forward on legs shaking from the effort of holding up your own body weight, singularly focused on moving forward. You've never felt this weak before.
With a great amount of effort, you reach the door to the bedroom, and luckily, the door's hinges don't squeak as you push it open. You're relieved to have something to lean on, bracing your shoulder against the wall as you force yourself to keep moving forward.
You're unsure of your goal as you mindlessly limp down the hallway, peeking past the open doors in hopes of finding something, anything. No luck. Not even a promising-looking potential hiding place. Acid bubbles up in your throat, and you choke on a cough, just barely swallowing it back down. Your throat burns as the liquid retreats, but you know it likely won't be gone for long.
A bathroom. You need a bathroom. Shivering as another wave of chills rolls through you, you keep moving forward. There would have likely been one attached to the bedroom you woke up in, but you're not going to risk heading back in there, not when there's some sort of doppelganger at your bedside.
A wave of pain originating from your heart forces you to your knees, and you gasp, your vision blurring with tears. You struggle back up to your feet, and you think you catch a glimpse of red, beady eyes glowing in your direction from a vantage point up above. But when you try for a second glance, they're gone.
The nausea in the back of your throat is rapidly worsening, and it's looking like you won't get to a bathroom in time. You stumble into a random room, looking for a garbage can, but there's none in your limited field of vision. Acting on instinct, you crawl under a table in the corner like a defeated dog, curling up as you try to hold back the inevitable.
The ringing in your ears grows louder as tears drip down your nose, hand pressed to your mouth. You're too drained to flinch when you feel cool fingers brushing your neck as they carefully gather up your hair, holding it out of the way as another hand gently pries yours from your mouth, nearly engulfing it as a thumb rubs slow circles on the back.
"It's alright. Just let it out, sweetheart. I've got you."
You sob, a hiccup quickly followed by a cough, then a violent retch as your body expels a thick, viscous, black goo onto the ground in front of you. You don't even have enough time to be horrified before more quickly follows, this time mixed with the contents of your stomach.
It tastes awful, leaving a lingering burn in your throat and your mouth, and the taste of what you can only imagine as rotten flesh. You cough up a few more mouthfuls before slumping forward, easily caught by the large hands that have handled you so delicately.
Your vision is spotty as your body is pulled forward, retrieving you from your hiding spot with the utmost care. Your mouth is carefully wiped with a silk handkerchief before you feel the figure lifting you with incredible ease, guiding your chest to lean against his own as he stands up. He must be very tall, you muse, as you're quite far off the ground.
He walks slowly, one arm beneath your thighs and the other rubbing circles into your back to keep you steady and attempt to mitigate the effects of motion sickness. You appreciate his efforts to keep you comfortable. Your throat still burns; you think it got into your sinuses, too. You sob softly into his shoulder. You can't stop shaking.
You lose focus for a little while, almost dozing off, but you're brought back by the soothing sensation of a warm washcloth gently cleaning your face, wiping away your dried tears and the leftover black residue around your lips and nose. You're sitting on the edge of a cold bathtub, with the man's hand still pressed to your back to keep you from toppling over.
A plastic cup is tapped to your mouth, accompanied by a soft command.
"Swish."
You do as he says, opening up for the liquid and swishing it around in your mouth. Once you're done, he guides you to lean over and spit it out into the tub, bringing you back to wipe your lips again. How did he know your favorite mouthwash…? Lucky guess?
You're lifted again, and you lean into the man, burying your face in his chest for comfort. He smells nice; a small but very welcome distraction from your poor condition. You don't think you've ever felt closer to death than you do now. The deep, burning agony in your heart has begun to spread slowly through your veins, and your muscles now protest with a throbbing pain left from overexertion.
You're pulled from the grounding warmth of his chest yet again and delicately placed in the bed where you woke up, back in the embrace of its silken sheets, now soothingly cool against your feverish skin. You're propped up like a doll against slanted pillows, and the man sits in front of you, dipping the mattress. His hands press another cup to your lips, this one made of glass.
"Drink."
You doubt you could gather enough energy to raise your arms to grip his wrist, so you thoughtlessly comply, the water feeling heavenly against your irritated throat, clearing much of the remnants of black goop still clinging to the inside. You drain the whole glass in no time, and after he refills it, you drain another. You're about to ask for a third, but the man places the cup aside, opting to press the back of his hand to your forehead instead.
"You have an incredibly high fever…" He murmurs, concern laced in his tone. "We need to see how that water settles first, then I can give you some more."
You turn away from him, your gaze fixing instead on your hands. Your skin looks much greyer than it should. But you can't bring yourself to care as exhaustion begins to tug insistently at your mind, urging you to relinquish your feeble grip on consciousness. You almost do, but you're interrupted again by the man's voice.
"Do you remember who I am?"
You blink a few times, forcing your eyes to focus in order to make contact with the stranger's ruby-red ones. There's a hint of desperation and vulnerability in them that you hadn't spotted before.
"… Sylus?" you rasp, your throat feeling like it's filled with shards of broken glass. Though, the pain is worth it when you get to catch the surprised relief on the man's face. Maybe it is really him.
Instead of confirming or denying your assumption, he gently lifts one of your hands, leaning down and pressing his lips to your knuckles. There's a new tenderness when he speaks now, as if your existence itself is as fragile as glass and he's afraid to shatter reality.
"Rest. I'll be by your side until you wake."
Some part of you deep inside feels comforted by that, so you let go, falling into the cavernous abyss of sleep.
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6/1/2026 ; he holds you like a man proclaiming that his arms are your safe place now.
𖥻 ׁ ׅ character/s : varka x gn! reader
𖥻 ׁ ׅ genre ; fluff ⋆ MASTERLIST ˎˊ˗
Varka is a huge man. When I say huge, I mean huge huge.
Everything about him is overwhelming because he's all: broad chest, broad shoulders you can grip on, heavy arms, ridiculous body heat, and his sheer size alone is unbearable in a good way.
So when he pulls you in for an embrace, it's over— because you basically disappear in it.
He's huge in a way that one arm was enough to wrap around your waist and pull you even closer; it was enough to make you feel safe and secure, and it was surely enough to stop you from drifting away. Varka never hesitates nor does he hold you with uncertainty, he holds you like a man proclaiming that his arms are your safe place now.
And you melt against him.
Which Varka absolutely loves.
Varka is incredibly physically affectionate, and it's not even in a subtle way because this man doesn't know how to be subtle. He's affectionate instinctively, dramatically him—it was simply his nature. That makes affection for him effortless.
He's affectionate in a way that he'll:
pull you in mid-conversations just to feel you on him
wrap the two of you with his cloak
tucks you automatically under his chin, his blond hair tickling your skin
sprawling across the bed and the couch and pulling you in with him just because.
The reason was simple: he likes you close to him. It has become the default state of things between the two of you.
He is also very clingy when he's exhausted, sprawling on the bed or anywhere he thinks is comfortable enough to sleep, and he'll immediately pull you closer when you walk towards him. In the end, you end up sprawled on top of him while he whispers, "Stay here," as if you had a chance when you can't even move properly with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
As I said, Varka has ridiculous body heat—he's warm. The kind of warmth that seeps through the bones and settles in when the night becomes cold and exhaustion creeps in. What you don't know is that Varka melts when you reach for him on those nights.
Actually, he melts when you reach for him. Whenever, wherever, no matter the time and place—if your arm stretches out just to touch him, he's a goner.
In the process of Varka being a combination of affection and warmth, you developed a habit:
crawling towards him in bed when you feel exhausted
sliding your hands beneath his shirt just to feel his heat
curling fully against him because you can feel his large arms wrapping around you.
He encourages it shamelessly. With a big grin and a very pleased look on his face.
He would even just lean down just enough for you and then guide your arms around his neck with one of his hands and a grin on his face while his other hand pressed on your waist.
So when you press soft kisses against his jaw and whisper, "Hold me?"
sylus has learned to expect surprises when you come jogging into his office with armfuls of pudge to plop one or both on his lap.
today, he catches kyros in one arm and balances lucian on his head, as you conduct them like a maestro. prefacing him with nothing but, “watch this.”
“what does a cow say?”
“moo.” goes kyros, which sylus already knows he knows, but he is rewarded a kiss anyway.
“the sheep goes?”
“bah.” lucian gurgles. sylus pinches his cheek.
“the duck goes?”
“wak wak wak.” they bubble in failed synchronization. sylus’s heart pinches in his chest.
“can i give an animal?” he asks you, but you hiss at him to shut up. he rolls his eyes in good faith and continues to be tonight’s audience member instead.
“dog?”
kyros forgets, but lucian recalls. “auf! auf!”
“cat!”
kyros’s favorite. “miw! miiiw!”
“dinosaur?”
sylus scoffs. “dino—?”
“roaaar! raaawr!” lucian growls eagerly. kyros follows suit at the excitement, “warr! oooh-waar!”
“fish!”
“fish?!”
“poa poa poa.” sylus gasps at his little ones smacking their lips and wiggling their bodies. his laugh rattles mountains when he realizes.
“lizard!”
there’s a silence. like they’re thinking of doing one of two or more choices. meanwhile sylus curiously thinks what other sounds a lizard might make aside from the clicking he knows of.
“eh?” kyros asks, hands plopping onto sylus’s cheeks. confusing his papa more.
you give him an excited thumbs up— yes, just like you practiced.
“peetie! peetie!” lucian howls, joy lighting up his features. kyros explodes in a fit of giggles, screaming too, “peetie!’ peetie!”
sylus’s brows knit together at the sound. but before he digs through his mind palace to find the drawer of lizard sounds he knows, he meets your gaze. all smug in your mischief. then he realizes what you have taught your children, and what specific kind of lizard it is they are emulating.
“sweetie.” his voice is low as a warning as he rises from his seat. the littles giggle at the lizard sounds coming from its original source.
you bolt as soon as he step forward, squealing against the oncoming storm that befalls you for your arrogance. your children’s laughter echo down the hall, close on your heels despite having a hunter’s speed.
and when you lock yourself in your bedroom, you believe you are safe.
only, behind you, a whispered, “kitten.”
a distant, obedient, “miw!”
your heart stops at the sight of your husband— only now, with six glowing orbs staring at you from the shadows.
“nice trick.” he clicks his tongue, so harrowingly similar to a true lizard, much larger and maybe winged, as he draws near.
if it weren’t for the kids’ giggles, you’re sure— you’d be absolutely done for.
this has been in my mind for a while but can you do hcs of lads LIs x reader ((separate)) in an alternate universe where we’re actors that met each other through a series project together? 🥺🎀 i’m veeeeery interested to see what sort of series we’d act with each one of them and how we slowly fall in love. thank you in advance!
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a bit suggestive! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i LOVEEEED writing this one, oh my god??? i hope i got the development right! if i kept it longer, this would've turned into a long fic (,,╥﹏╥,,) anyway, thank you so much for requesting, angel! ♡
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
it all begins with a new, three-season series that goes in depth about linkon city's bureau of investigation and its capable officers.
one of them is the charismatic, agile, funny, and totally-not-stereotypical cop, xia yizhou.
naturally, he's under the orders of a strong-headed, smart, and serious leader; you.
or well, your character.
it's a love-hate relationship, where officer xia flirts with and teases his boss, only to get nasty looks in return.
the public gobbles it up.
there's lots of action, lots of crimes ready to be solved, and a combination of personalities so different yet so hot that keeps the viewers on their toes.
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
you expected caleb to be an asshole, given his natural charm, flirty personality, and fuckboy vibes.
he lit up the entire set just by walking in and flashing a perfect smile, his eyes crinkling.
he was also a delight to work with, professionally speaking.
he not only delivered his lines flawlessly, but it was almost as if he wasn't acting, but rather having the time of his life.
at first, you didn't really approach him unlike your other co-stars, who would gravitate toward him constantly, and he noticed.
of course he noticed.
you were the only person on set who treated him normally.
no giggling over his face, no stumbling over your words, no obvious attempts to get close to him during breaks; nothing at all.
if anything, you seemed almost immune to him, and caleb found that ridiculously fascinating.
he made it his personal mission to get to know you after that.
first, it was harmless things like bringing you coffee exactly how you liked it after overhearing your order once or waiting for you after late shoots because he "didn't like the idea of you walking alone."
yeah.
then came the improvising.
oh boy, you had to keep up with the different lines he added during filming, most of which were flirty and sooooo caleb-coded.
and that stupid grin he'd flash after making you break character during serious takes became… infuriating.
the director loved it, though.
the chemistry between your characters became so intense that entire scenes were rewritten just to keep the tension going. the staff constantly joked that the easiest way to raise ratings was simply locking the two of you in a room together for ten minutes~
the worst part (out of all the other bad parts) was how naturally caleb blurred the line between acting and sincerity.
he'd stare at you after scenes ended like he was still in character, and he was… how to put it, slightly possessive.
if another actor got too touchy during rehearsals, caleb would suddenly appear beside you with a grin and an arm around your shoulders.
oh, and if interviewers tried pairing you with somebody else for promotional content, he'd somehow find his way back next to you every single time.
he was your partner, wasn't he?
the main focus had to be on the two of you, no one else.
little by little, without even realizing it, you started looking for him everywhere, so used to his presence.
the once annoying puppy-like presence became the highlight of your day, and caleb was more than delighted.
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
by season two, fans started to notice the painfully obvious chemistry both on and off set.
edits, fanarts, fanfics, everyone was talking about the hottest emerging pair and how good they looked together.
caleb and you went everywhere together, not only to promote the series, but… because it felt wrong not to.
coffee shops, drive-thrus, the beach.
and to top it off, whenever he got asked if he was in a relationship, he'd just look at you and grin.
“whaddya think?”
those crumbs kept the fan community well fed.
no one else knew what was going on exactly, but it was pretty easy to guess.
caleb took you anywhere and everywhere, he would protect you, he would disguise himself and meet you in random hotels, and all because he needed you.
what began with light flirting and some kisses when no one else was looking became a fiery relationship, one where neither of you could be without the other.
the public found out during an interview, where you accidentally described caleb as the type of man you'd marry.
he, being the puppy he is, kissed you out of sheer excitement.
the rest was history.
the hottest tv couple became a thing in real life, and while many thought it was just to keep promoting the series, the real fans knew it was true love.
the director was more than delighted; your coworkers were annoyed with how close you guys were, and the suggestive scenes were… uh, almost too explicit, since neither of you wanted to miss the chance to get all handsy.
who would've thought officer xia and his feisty boss would get far more explosive off-screen than when fighting against the bad guys~?
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
it was supposed to be a fantastic movie between a marine biologist, the character you played, and a merman who messes up the entire investigation, the character rafayel plays.
naturally, it's meant for a romance/fantasy fic-loving audience, since it's based on a book, and who better than rafayel himself to play the part?
he has a big audience, lots of admirers, thousands of big roles under his name, and a charisma that makes fans swoon.
you, on the other hand, are an emerging artist who got a taste of fame after playing a significant role in an award-winning movie one year ago.
you were an interesting pair for sure, and once the trailer got leaked, people were eager to watch the entire thing.
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
you expected a diva to walk in.
it was scary, really; working alongside an actor with a long trajectory, with a lot of successful projects, with an intense gaze that was said could turn legs into jelly…
you didn't want to mess it up, or even worse; make him yell at you or force the directors to recast you.
however, the first time you two got some space to warm up to each other and see how the interactions would be during the film, you were quick to discover he was as charming as rumoured.
easy smiles, attentive gazes, an impeccable appearance, a pleasant scent whenever he walked by, soft hands that would gently redirect you, and a way of explaining things that forced you to listen attentively.
oh, he was delightful.
“that's it, love, look into my eyes as if nothing else existed in the room… mhm, just like that,” he'd softly speak, guiding you every step of the way with the director's permission, of course.
he had this artistic touch that made everything flow better than water.
naturally, the rehearsals became more and more dramatic and poetic at the same time, all because he helped you feel less nervous, and he added his magical touch so that the scenes felt genuinely romantic.
considering that the movie used a lot of cgi and green screens, it was weird to move around an empty room with nothing but green stuff and machinery.
but rafayel somehow made you feel as if you were underwater, and it was thanks to him and the amazing make-up artists who made him look like a real merman, with shiny scales, long lavender hair, and a gorgeous, strong-looking tail.
what surprised you the most out of this experience wasn't how magical it felt, but rather how unreal rafayel made you feel once he started taking care of you after the cameras were off.~
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
he surprised you with gifts to supposedly lift up your spirits.
he became more touchy, gentler, constant, always by your side as they fixed your clothes or did your hair.
he would guide you through big crowds of people, hold your hand during interviews, and steal kisses from your cheeks whenever he pleased.
it was almost as if the playful merman escaped the screen to tease the poor human biologist.
you thought he was doing it to attract more attention, but… you didn't remember him doing this with any of his other movies, even when some of them were spicier and more mature.
his co-stars always said he was a gentleman, but remained professional outside of movie sets.
but with you?
he just couldn't leave you alone.
maybe it was because you were somewhat of a rookie?
or maybe he liked you, as many fanpages loved to assume.
you didn't want to entertain those ideas, nor did you want to address the elephant in the room, but it was becoming quite obvious that rafayel and you had something going on; something that bloomed during filming.
it was natural, unstoppable, impossible to contain.
during the movie premiere, you just couldn't help it anymore, and neither could rafayel.
when he pulled you close, you let him.
when he kissed your cheek and whispered how gorgeous you looked, you got lost in his eyes, ignoring the furious clicking and flickering lights as the cameras went wild.
the interviewer asked how you guys managed to convey such a genuine attraction, and rafayel's lips curled into a dreamy smile.
“some things are easier when the feelings are real.”
and, oh, your heart pounded so hard you were sure everyone could hear it.
that unleashed the beast, because rafayel became more obvious with his feelings, posting blurry pictures of the two of you, choosing matching outfits for every event, rewatching the most romantic scenes with you just to remember how cute you looked the day they were filmed and/or rehearsed…
he couldn't get enough of you, and neither could you.
he went in expecting to teach a newbie how to be a good protagonist and kisser, yet ended up meeting the love of his life among fake scenes and artificial decorations.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
the newest spy series of two seasons, starring the hot, sexy, mysterious sylus as qin che, and his sweetest, wouldn't-kill-a-fly counterpart, you!
both of you are trained assassins and spies, though your looks make it seem as if you were nothing but an innocent soul, which makes you perfect for undercover missions.
qin che is charming in his own way, alluring and attracting his prey just to kill them if needed.
together, you have to take down entire organizations, uncover dark schemes, and bring your boss' daughter back, or… her remains, if you're lucky.
there are guns, blood, lots of unnecessary steamy and explicitly sexual scenes, and a push and pull that has everyone chewing on their fingernails!
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
yeah, no.
the first month was a huge no for sylus and you.
there were a lot of things going on, lots of adapting to do, reading, rehearsals, trying to establish a connection…
but it didn't help that your characters started the season by having ‘funsies' inside an elevator, steamy kisses and grabby hands going everywhere.
it was uncomfortable, yet both of you remained professional.
in fact, sylus was the one who needed less convincing, his eyes almost telling you to hurry up so you could get over this sooner.
you did feel less inclined to get to know him, even when it wasn't his fault at all.
from then on, you painted him as pushy and grumpy, like he didn't care about your boundaries or the time you needed to feel ready.
he, noticing your distance, respected your choice and kept himself far away whenever it wasn't necessary to be together in the same room.
the director hated that.
he wouldn't have it, no.
you were supposed to be a hot couple, and he decided to add more scenes, more sexual tension, and, of course, more rehearsal time.
it sucked, truly.
both of you could feel the pressure and the tension, the constant stares, the expectations, and the judgement from all of your coworkers, because everything kept getting delayed because of you.
so, in order to restore the peace, sylus was the first one to apologize and offer a fresh start with a gaze that promised trouble.
you, not having much choice, had to take his hand and accept for the sake of the series' success and your reputation.
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
despite your initial reluctance, you discovered that sylus was actually… a big softie.
he had three adorable cats; two gingers and a little black one.
he loved talking about them, showing pictures, and telling you all about their antics.
he also was a true gentleman, like you've heard other co-stars say before.
for instance, he'd buy you lunch because he wouldn't let you starve, and he'd also offer to take you home, since he changed cars every day and paparazzi could never keep up, so rumours wouldn't spread.
it felt like everything you thought of him was wrong, and he wasn't blaming you for it; he just proved you wrong in the nicest way possible.
during rehearsals, he'd patiently go through every line with you, not caring if you needed more time to memorize or picture the… wild poses in your head to later depict them.
if anything, he seemed almost endeared.
with time, every scene became fun, and even those explicit ones made you giggle and cling closer to him, because god, did he look hot under you, and he always knew how to handle everything.
when the interviews and photoshoots began, neither sylus nor you could deny that being together was really entertaining!
the cheesy posing, the suggestive answers, the playful energy.
and, to top it off, since you guys were on better terms, nothing looked forced at all.
actually, nothing was really forced, not when you still felt sylus' lips on yours after you kissed between scenes just to “practice,” or when the steamy scenes made him react very… humanly.
the tension was present on and off set, and now everyone would be able to tell.
“so, sylus, about the explicit scenes,” the interviewer asked, smirking slightly. “you must know that's the main attraction, right? how do you guys make them feel so… passionate?”
“we've had a lot of practice by now, haven't we, sweetheart?” he looked at you, making you jump in your seat.
it made headlines.
everyone was talking about it.
maybe sylus got consumed by qin che, the character, or maybe you guys were method actors!
either way, there's no denying that the guns, the violence, the intensity, and the raw emotions depicted in each episode were enough to break the tension and make you and your co-star bond more than necessary.
but both you and sylus wanted to exceed expectations, and once everyone found out that the dangerous man was a softie back at your place, who already had a promise ring for you, every expectation went through the roof.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
the newest visual novel to drama series took over china.
it's a slice of life fantasy drama starring xavier as shen xinghui, the quiet bookstore owner who secretly lives between different timelines, meeting and loving your character over and over again.~
from ancient libraries to futuristic rooms with floating screens, his character finds you and vows to love you for eternity.
it's a cute, dreamy and very romantic series, full of soft scenes, loving moments, and his gentle gaze enchanting everyone who watches.
your character is also very smart and loveable, very easy to fall in love with, and always making sensible choices, so the fans adore you just as much, if not more.
it's meant to be watched on those lazy sunday days while eating sweet snacks and cuddling your pets.~
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
he was nothing like his character.
or well, you didn't know him well enough for him to act as sweet and gentle as he did in his scenes.
he was quiet, kept to himself, very efficient and low-profile.
he didn't even have social media, yet you would find thousands of fan pages dedicated to him and his dreamy photoshoots.
xavier wouldn't talk more than necessary, and while he got his lines very quickly, you didn't feel the connection the director kept trying to push between the two of you.
of course, you tried your best to communicate, but he just wouldn't… open up.
once you were on set, though, it was impossible not to fall for him and those pretty eyes of his.
he'd look at you with tenderness, with yearning, as if he suffered every second you weren't next to him.
his caresses would be so gentle, too, like he was afraid of breaking you or realizing you were just a fraction of his imagination.
it certainly helped you get immersed and forget that, as soon as the director yelled “cut!” he would simply lean back and burst the bubble abruptly.
the photoshoots came out perfectly, he once again nailed that puppy-eyed look that made your heart flutter, and the interviews came out great, though you did notice something.
he got nervous.
his hand would fidget with the hem of his sweater, his leg bouncing up and down ever so slightly.
your first instinct was not to make it obvious, but…
your hand flew to his, gently holding it and squeezing it just enough to calm him down.
something in him snapped that day.
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
xavier didn't know why, but he started gravitating around you.
whenever you turned around, there he was, eyes widening as if caught in the act.
you made him feel safe for a few seconds, but, apparently, that was enough for him to be grateful.
he wouldn't talk as much as you'd hope, but he would certainly cooperate more and let the sweet moments linger more than necessary.
randomly, you would find little snacks or candy in your dressing room, and sometimes even little notes with a few encouraging words.
he was like a stray cat, skittish but clingy at the same time, somehow.
as the first season ended, and the cast only focused on promoting, receiving praise and even getting awarded, he took the chance to get closer in a more direct way.
he'd share his earphones with you so that you could listen to the songs he liked as you headed to different cities in the same van. plus, he'd let his shoulder brush against yours, just enough to be considered intimate.
fans started to notice; how could they not when xavier literally created a social media account and the only picture on it had you and him doing heart signs?
you, on the other hand, understood his little habits a bit better, now holding his hand more often, or even resting your head against his shoulder.
you were the only one he allowed inside his space, because you made him feel safe and sound without even trying to.
slowly but surely, you too found yourself looking around for him.
during an acceptance speech after winning the “best on-screen couple” award, he quietly stepped forward, his right hand finding the mic, his left hand holding yours.
the crowd was screaming, but even then, you felt as if everything had gone silent.
“this kind of love only works in scripts,” he gently said. “or so i thought.”
his gaze found yours, and you gently squeezed his hand, smiling warmly.
“but now i think i too have found my destined one in this lifetime.”
the audience immediately erupted into cheers. cameras were flashing, screens zoomed in on your stunned face and xavier's soft smile, and the fans who were watching live ran to rant about the moment online just to immortalize it forever.
it really took one kind gesture for the quiet actor to follow you around and seek your warmth, so would it really be that hard to believe you were destined to do so?~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
๑˙⋆. lights, camera, action ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
everyone loved zayne and every single project of his; critics, the audience, lots of actors…
he started with psychological-horror indie movies and climbed his way up until he became one of the best dark and gothic actors ever.
with a gaze that could freeze, and the poise that made people faint, he played dr. li, a plague doctor who hid inside his gothic and haunted manor.
you, on the other hand, were the witty and strong-willed detective, eager to find out all of his secrets and what happened after half the town died from a strange disease.
there's horror, mystery, tension and psychological manipulation; some hidden kisses here and there, and a rotten heart ready to be unburied, if your character is lucky enough.~
๑˙⋆. behind the scenes ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
it was scary to know you'd be the protagonist alongside a legend in this genre of films.
you were afraid of messing it up, or coming off as unprofessional and uncommitted, which wasn't the case at all.
you rehearsed harder than everyone else, took time to go through the script over and over, and even used some method acting so that you could relate more to your character.
when zayne finally shared scenes with you, you felt like you were going to faint.
however, his soothing voice and hazel eyes were nothing but warm and understanding, and he was always available whenever you needed advice.
he smelled delicious up close, and while he maintained his distance, he seemed approachable enough.
although… one of his weakest points was taking part in marketing campaigns.
he wasn't a fan of making silly dances, or taking pictures just for people to thirst over him.
besides, during interviews, he wouldn't talk that much, nor would he reveal information about himself out of character.
he always went straight to the point, and that became intriguing, to say the least.
he was kind and a gentleman, yes, but when he walked by, everyone could sense the icy cold detachment he carried on those broad shoulders.
you felt more and more inclined to figure him out, just like the detective you were going to play.~
๑˙⋆. aaand cut ᵎᵎ ꒰੭‧₊˚
filming was a delight.
both of you did an amazing job, the scenes came out exactly as planned, if not better, and the movie premiere was a great success.
however, you wouldn't just close the chapter and pretend you weren't interested in zayne, so…
you slowly started getting closer and closer, bringing him coffee or simply asking about his older movies and projects.
zayne never initiated much physically, but he always welcomed your presence with quiet patience.
within the first week, you discovered he had a dry sense of humor, a love for animals, and a weakness for sweets and desserts.
and that's where you attacked; his stomach.
you brought him apple pies, little donuts, sometimes even baked cookies, all under the pretense of giving him more energy for the promotions to come.
he never once questioned you, too busy enjoying himself and devouring every last crumb.~
by the time the sequel to the movie was announced to the public, zayne and you were already closer; texting and being around each other as much as possible.
he not only loved the desserts, he loved talking to you and feeling like you were genuinely interested in everything he had to share.
it became quite noticeable to everyone how the dynamics shifted, because your characters had way more sparks and tension than before, and when the cameras weren't rolling, zayne would casually stroll around the set while holding your waist and reviewing the script.
since he wasn't much of a people pleaser or public figure despite his fame, he wouldn't address the situation accordingly… because there wasn't one, yet.
if there were, he would bluntly speak about it as briefly as possible, just to acknowledge his new status and put some boundaries in place.
but, since you were beginning to see where things were going, zayne kept it all to himself, like a little treasure he didn't want tainted.
however, when the sequel got released and the press got the chance to get carried away, they weren't merciful.
at all.
“so, zayne… does dr. li's affection towards the detective reflect your own in some way?”
you were waiting for zayne to give a direct, straight-to-the-point answer, yet he leaned forward, head tilted, glasses carefully framing his intense eyes.
“some people are worth lowering your walls for,” he said, before leaning back once again. “make of that what you will.”
theories, articles, posts, edits… they all went absolutely crazy.
the internet became obsessed with the idea of zayne being in love, and with his newest co-star nonetheless.
and they weren't that far from the truth, because once the two of you were inside the van after the interview, the kiss he stole from your lips, albeit warm and composed, gave away exactly what his icy facade had been hiding all along.~
AGH IVE BEEN WAITING TO SUBMIT THIS REQUEST FOR AGESSS >o<
ok so I wanted to see what the li reactions would be to non!mc being all loud and giggly over chat, always texting first and sending voice messages and all but when they meet for the first time irl, she’s the shyest person ever? Like a complete 180 😭 it’s literally me irl and I feel like such a catfisher but personality wise smhhhh but I feel like they’d find it cute or smth 🥹🤞🏾
𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚i can't blame reader, i would probably faint if i had any of them in front of me. and also, i find it so cute when people are like this, as an extrovert, i wanna adopt all the shy babies out there ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ
𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭
“omg yes, i can't wait to kiss u all over~”
“i'm home alone, wish u were here :(”
“the day we finally get to see each other irl, i swear i'll be locking u up forever, leb ♡♡♡”
those were the kind of texts caleb would wake up to, and he loved them.
he loved when you spammed emojis, when you sent little hearts, or when you took pictures while doing the most random things.
he had been patiently waiting for the day you two could finally meet, so that he could get those kisses and messy make-outs you've been promising through texts.
after some months, he bought a ticket to come see you, since you told him you were ready.
before he boarded the plane, you were on a call with him, laughing, giggling, saying just how excited you were and how you couldn't wait to see him.
however, when he arrived at the airport and looked for you, he didn't find you anywhere.
he thought maybe you hadn't arrived yet, because he knew you wouldn't just… ditch him or something.
plus, he was sure you weren't a catfish, given you'd facetimed before.
when he started looking around, he received a text.
“i can see you...”
naturally, his eyes travelled everywhere, and just when he thought you were far away, he found someone hidden behind a wall.
your eyes, your body, your hair…
it was you.
he grinned brighter than the sun itself, dragging his suitcase all the way to you, his eyes warm.
you couldn't do this.
you were shaking like a leaf, hands clutching the wall, eyes looking everywhere but at him.
he stopped in front of you, leaning in just enough to look at your face.
“woah… you're even more gorgeous in person, baby,” he whispered, his hand going up to cup your cheek.
you swallowed loudly, fighting to look up and meet his gaze.
when you did, though, the entire world seemed to stop.
caleb stood there, grinning like an excited puppy, with shiny eyes and a huge smile only a man crazy in love could have.
he waited patiently for your reaction; perhaps you were still in shock and would kiss him in a minute!
…but then two minutes went by, and you were just there, staring at him, your body hot, your hands trembling.
he tilted his head.
“baby?”
you opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“…hi.”
it was barely a whisper.
his brows furrowed, confused.
“…you okay?” he asked softly.
you nodded quickly, eyes darting away.
he was… confused.
oh no, was he not what you expected?
did he smell?
he checked his breath and his armpits discreetly before focusing on you again.
you looked at him with those pretty eyes he had as his lockscreen, and his heart melted all over again.
you weren't really saying much, so it took him some seconds to realize you were actually just nervous.
his smile softened, and he gently crouched down, opening his suitcase right there in the middle of the airport to ease the tension.
“i, uh, i brought you some gifts… i remember you told me you wanted to try these,” he gently said, taking out some snacks you'd seen him eating before yet didn't have in your town.
you also spotted plushies, jewelry, and other things he saw you liking on social media, all of which he bought for this special occasion.
“...and i also brought some of my hoodies. you once said you wanted to wear th—”
a soft, painfully shy smooch echoed, and his ears turned red.
you had kissed his cheek, arms wrapped around his neck.
“angel…” he whispered, to which you quickly turned around, your face burning.
“we… will miss the train back home. let's go,” you urged awkwardly, and he obeyed without question, quickly putting everything back in place.
home.
he'd finally see your home.
you took his hand without meeting his gaze, internally screaming, kicking, doing laps and cartwheels, making out with him with messy tongue kisses, and getting the duct tape and ropes ready.
externally, though?
you were being adorably shy, tugging at his hand and facing away.
luckily for you, caleb was head over heels.
that little cheek kiss sent his heart wild, and he couldn't stop staring at you with lovesick eyes.
maybe you'd get crazy once you were back in the comfort of your house, without all the people watching.
but even if you didn't and remained just as painfully shy, he would still be the happiest man ever, all because he could finally hold you and keep all the promises he made in return.
because, in his case, he wasn't shy at all, and he wouldn't go easy on you now that he had you right in front of him.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭
late-night calls that lasted more than seven hours, lots of pictures and silly selfies between you two, voice notes instead of texts…
you were the loudest couple ever, and you guys weren't even together in the same room.
he counted the days until he could see you, because he knew it would be a movie-worthy encounter, with loud smooches, tears, long hugs, and sweet nothings delivered in whispers.
he thought you'd cling to him like a monkey, given how much energy you had and how you'd facetime him while literally jumping or running around, unable to stay still.
he wanted to meet his little sunshine in person and get a taste of that frenetic love.~
you, on the other hand, couldn't stop texting him on the day he was supposed to come over by train.
you called, you sent voice messages, you sent lots of pictures of different places you wanted to take him to, you even sent the outfit you were wearing just to hear his praise and sweet words.
he arrived early, with two suitcases and an aura that had people wondering whether he was a celebrity or a model.
rafayel sat down on a small bench, texting you and patiently waiting while looking at his surroundings.
meanwhile, you were hidden behind a large column, stalking him like a creep, trying to calm down your racing heart and trembling legs.
he looked amazing in real life.
since you weren't answering, he decided to call you, and your ringtone happened to be so, so loud that your hiding place wasn't a secret anymore.
“cutie?” he called out, making you freeze in place.
he stood up, his large suitcases rolling behind him as he stepped closer and closer, until his frame cast a shadow over your hidden figure.
he immediately recognized you and the outfit you were wearing, his smile widening.
“look at you…” he mumbled, his hands reaching out to gently touch your hair, his fresh scent filling your senses.
you were trembling like a chihuahua, looking down at your feet with wide eyes.
what were you supposed to do?
suddenly, his arms were around you in a tight hug, his nose nuzzling your head, his lips finding your forehead.
“my pretty pearl, you're finally in my arms,” he whispered, expecting you to hug him back and make a fuss, because… hello? he was literally there.
but you didn't move, your body rooted to the floor.
“don't tell me i'm dreaming,” he smiled, pulling back.
but just then, he noticed your still frame, your unmoving face… and his expression dropped. he frowned gently, hands on your shoulders.
“cutie…? i'm sorry, aren't you… aren't you happy to see me?”
how could you tell him you wanted to suck the soul out of his body through a long kiss, but your dumb brain wouldn't allow you to?
“sorry, perhaps i… perhaps i was too forward,” he stepped back, awkwardly fixing his coat.
his brows were slightly furrowed; this wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for.
your silence was making him nervous.
“should we… go to your place? or…” his voice was small, unsure, and he didn't sound like the confident man you'd spent hours on calls with.
but you couldn't take it anymore, so with all the strength you had inside you, you pulled him back towards you, crushing him in your arms.
your entire form was trembling; your lips never once parted to speak, yet there you were, hugging your boyfriend with all the strength you had.
his breath hitched.
“oh… oh, my dear,” his arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in your hair. “there you are, you were scaring me.”
you met his gaze, and when he touched your cheek, he felt the burning skin against his fingertips.
so you were just… shy.
“aren't you just precious, hm?” he kissed the tip of your nose, staring into your eyes lovingly. it was the face he had been dreaming of for months; the very same face he vowed to paint once he saw it in real life.
“raffy, i'm sorry,” you whispered, your voice low and muffled.
he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.
“no biggie, cutie. as long as you didn't want to ditch me or something as soon as you saw me…”
you shook your head profusely, furrowing your brows.
“good, good,” he grabbed his suitcases again, cocking his head to the side. “you know, i was planning on kissing you, but i guess i'll have to do that when you're ready.”
your eyes went wide, darting elsewhere.
“rafayel…”
“you better be prepared, my dear. i don't think i'll be able to control myself while i'm this close to you. now, shall we go home, cutie?”
and that look in his gorgeous pink-cerulean eyes showed that his warning was very, very serious.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭
you told sylus to meet you at a cafe when he arrived in your town.
he said he would gladly pick you up, but you didn't want him to; you wanted the first encounter to be special and memorable.
so, he, being the good, obedient giant he was, waited patiently, already thinking of all the things he would order for you.
he could almost hear your bubbly voice and see your kissy face getting closer to his; the thought alone made him smile faintly.
after twenty minutes, you arrived.
his crimson eyes shot up the moment the little bell chimed, and you stayed there, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.
he was…
oh god, he was huge, handsome, and even better than in the thousands of pictures you'd seen of him.
sylus' eyes softened almost immediately. he stood up and approached with slow steps, his gaze traveling up and down your figure with barely concealed amazement.
“hello there, sweetheart,” he quietly said, leaning down slightly to look into your eyes.
you were gorgeous, just as he knew you'd be.
however, you were being… way too quiet.
he expected a squeal, a scream, or for you to run into his arms.
but you were just there, staring at him like a little hamster looking at a lion.
although it was unexpected, he understood this could be very overwhelming, so he stood back, letting you explore at your own pace and react whenever you wanted to.
…which you didn't.
you were quiet as a mouse.
one would think you owed him money and he was intimidating you into complying.
now, while sylus was a very chill man, he was starting to feel worried.
what if you were genuinely scared of him, and he wasn't what you had expected?
because, from what he knew, you weren't one to get so nervous. in fact, you were the one carrying the conversations and spamming him day and night with videos and funny stuff.
he retreated quietly, though he remained patient, calm, observant.
you shifted your weight before studying him up and down.
god, you wanted him so badly.
“take your time, darling,” he said, his low voice making your heart thump.
inevitably, as another customer walked in, you were forced to move away from the door and step towards sylus, your breath hitching.
he smelled amazing; so mature, so… good.
you wanted to bury your face in his strong chest and inhale until your lungs gave out.
sylus noticed your quickened breathing and slightly widened eyes, and he chuckled softly.
“i'm not going to bite,” he assured you before holding a hand out, palm up.
would it be too weird to think he was able to smell your nerves?
because you were sure he could.
despite your hesitation, you took his hand after some seconds, his touch immediately warm. he gently pulled you closer, his lips meeting your knuckles tenderly.
“you have no idea how delightful it is to finally be in front of you, sweetie.”
your knees buckled right there, and you just couldn't help yourself anymore.
you shakily leaned in and hugged him, hiding your face against his chest.
his arms immediately surrounded you, the tension in his shoulders disappearing.
you unconsciously sniffed his tight turtleneck sweater, sighing softly at the scent.
“not so shy now, are we?” he mumbled, lifting your chin so that you would look into his eyes.
your cheeks burned up, even more so when he gently caressed the apple of your cheek.
you were so different from how you were over text, and you were aware of it.
you thought he would judge you, or even worse, think you were lying or putting on a personality that didn't belong to you.
after all, you did say through voice messages that you'd devour his handsome face day and night.
and your demeanor right now did not match those desires at all.
however, his eyes showed nothing but understanding and a hint of amusement.
cocky.
"shall we sit down?” he asked, already pulling the chair for you. naturally, you sat down, albeit still nervous.
while he reviewed the menu all over again, you called him out.
“sylus?”
his name on your lips made his heart flutter.
“yes, sweetheart?”
“i'm sorry if… this wasn't the reunion you had in mind,” you whispered, looking down at the table and then back at him.
he reached for your hand, his warm fingers caressing your palm.
“don't be. you're everything i imagined, and more. you're absolutely charming, darling,” he assured you, his tone genuine. “and i know you'll warm up to me soon.”
the way he looked at you, like a man determined to make you fulfill all of those promises you made via text…
it sent a shiver down your spine.
you'd made a lot of them, so you had to prepare yourself to give this man what was rightfully his, at your own pace, of course.~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭
xavier knew everything about you, since you overshared eeeeeverything.
you would facetime him while being in the bathroom, or even describe how your tummy rumbled after a heavy meal.
you had no shame, and somehow, xavi was charmed by that.
he wasn't a good texter, because he was far too lazy to reply sometimes, but during calls, he'd listen to you and enjoy how interesting your days were.
you were the bright, shining sun to his serene moon.
after some months of talking, once you felt comfortable enough for him to come see you, he bought his plane ticket and went after you.
the flight was long, and he was a bit tired, even after napping for hours straight. he also came out of the plane with messy hair, a long sweater, hazy eyes, and a baby blue bag over his shoulder.
as he looked for you, though, his demeanor changed.
his heart beat faster, his eyes glimmered with excitement, his fingers faintly clutching the bag straps.
after ten minutes or so, he took his phone out and called you, trying to see if you were perhaps at a different entrance.
however, he soon turned around when a finger touched his shoulder, and there it was.
your pretty face.
he looked at you for a few seconds, taking in every feature. without a second thought, he hugged you tight, as if wanting to become one with you right there.
you could only hug him back, hiding against his chest, inhaling the soft scent of his detergent.
when he pulled back, his hands gently took yours, azure eyes studying you further.
you were truly breathtaking.
perhaps he was too tired or too excited to notice, but you weren't as… explosive as he expected.
you were silently studying him too, your own heart rate becoming faster than ever before.
it felt as if both of you were inside a tiny, intimate bubble, neither of you wanting to speak so as not to pop it.
but eventually, someone had to address the situation, and xavier was the first one to talk.
“i'm here,” he stated, his voice softer and clearer now that he was in front of you.
you shyly smiled, nodding quietly.
he was.
“you're beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers finding yours.
your cheeks burned up, and you looked down at your feet, shifting nervously.
he leaned even closer, looking for your face with curiosity, blinking softly.
“you're shy,” he noted simply, although there was a hint of confusion in his voice. “is it because of me?”
oh god, he was as blunt as he was on the phone.
you shook your head lightly; it wasn't because of him. it was always like this with anyone, but you weren't sure how to express that, so you stayed silent.
xavier noticed your nervousness and smiled faintly, squeezing your hand.
“okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “that's fine by me.”
you looked up at him, blinking in surprise at the gesture.
it had only been a couple of minutes, yet he was already accepting it.
he stepped back and adjusted his bag, looking around with curiosity.
you took your chance to really take him in; his height, his face, his perfect side profile, his light eyelashes, the delicate curves of his cheeks, his hands, his shoulders…
you were so immersed that you didn't notice his bright eyes back on you, staring with the same quiet intensity.
you jumped slightly, gasping.
he only tilted his head, almost too innocently, before smiling.
“do you like what you see?” his tone was still gentle and easy on the ears, but you could sense something; something wolfish behind that gentle bunny façade.
he was enjoying your attention.
“...yes,” you finally managed, averting your gaze.
he patted your head with his cold palm.
“that's good,” he nodded once. “i like what i'm seeing as well.”
you looked back up, blinking.
…his cheeks were faintly pink; he was embarrassed too.
the realization made your heart flutter, and you smiled faintly, suddenly feeling less exposed.
you were awfully sweet; nothing like the little menace who promised to kiss him breathless and handcuff themselves to him, something he still had in mind as a very interesting idea.
the bubble burst when more people came out of the gate, also arriving from their flights.
right; you two had to go to your house.
he offered his hand, which you gently took after a few seconds.
he didn't seem to mind your demeanor. in fact, he almost mirrored it.
however, that wolfish look returned to his face as he contemplated something.
he could help you go through every one of the bold claims you had made… after all, who better than him, your lovely and understanding boyfriend, to help you go as wild as you were in messages once you were behind closed doors?~
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭
how did he even get himself involved in a long-distance relationship?
he didn't know.
but he was so happy to receive silly little morning texts, to relax after a long day by listening to your rambling, and to always have cute stickers cheering him up before going to work.
although he couldn't always keep up with your bubbly, cheerful energy, he always tried to make some time to reply and let you know he loved you dearly.
after months and months of hard work, he finally asked for some weeks off, carefully organizing everything so that the hospital wouldn't miss him too much.
of course, he would spend those weeks next to you, so he informed you he was going to see you for the first time ever, giving you time to prepare or decline if you weren't ready.
but, as expected, you were thrilled, screaming over facetime, jumping, bouncing, and giggling out of sheer happiness.
the journey was a little bit long, but after hours on a plane, and then some more inside a train, he arrived.
naturally, zayne braced himself for impact. he was certain you would jump all over him, and maybe even sneakily attack him from behind, so his senses were sharper than ever.
the minutes went by slowly, and slowly…
he checked his wristwatch, then looked around with that unbreakable posture.
but he was growing restless.
after fifteen minutes, he started to worry.
he knew deep down you wouldn't be late and that you wouldn't ghost him, so he walked around, searching for you.
eventually, he found you, clutching your phone to your chest, sitting behind some benches.
your body language made it clear you were awfully nervous, nothing like the bundle of joy he thought would greet him.
but that didn't matter; he didn't care about expectations. he only came to see you, to hold you, and to finally be able to kiss you like he had wished to for months.
he put his bag down, kneeling next to you.
“my flower,” he gently called out, making you jump and look up almost immediately.
you gasped, eyes wide.
he was right in front of you, so handsome, so real, so… so yours.
and your stubborn body refused to move, to react, or to even mutter a simple “hi” at the very least.
he was smart, obviously. he knew right away you were nervous and anxious about this meeting, and while his heart hammered against his chest, he needed to comfort you.
“may… may i hug you?” he whispered, his slender fingers hovering over your waist.
you managed a soft nod, not expecting him to be so forward, nor so accepting of this behavior of yours.
he immediately pulled you into his arms, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel his heartbeat.
he kissed your temple, inhaling your scent, trembling ever so slightly.
you melted against his embrace, shaking just as much as he was. your arms flew to his neck, all while he pulled you closer.
impossibly closer.
you both spent minutes like that, simply enjoying each other's warmth, not having to utter a word to show how special this moment was.
he was the first to pull back, and his palms, surprisingly warm, brushed some strands of hair away from your face.
he took his glasses off, looking as if he was about to cry. his hazel eyes were clouded with adoration, and his jaw was slightly clenched.
he needed this; to be so close to you.
you, on the other hand, felt both mortified and worried.
he told you multiple times he couldn't wait to witness your energy bursts in person, and that he would wear more layers to shield himself in case you tackled him to the ground.
instead, he would now find out how different you were in person; how you weren't as lively, as expressive, as loud, as… as outgoing.
would he be disappointed? would he feel scammed, somehow?
however, those nasty little questions in your head died down the moment he pulled your hand to his cheek, nuzzling against your palm.
he didn't seem to care, and that's because he didn't.
“i am happy,” he nodded quietly, his voice deep and soft. “truly happy.”
your face softened.
he truly was, it was written all over his face, even when you thought it wouldn't be.
unable to help yourself anymore, you leaned in to hug him again, which he immediately allowed.
his hands rubbed circles against your back, and when you finally spoke, his breath hitched.
“i'm happy too, zayne.”
he faintly smiled, nuzzling the top of your head.
this was okay; you being you was okay. no matter how stark the contrast was between your online persona and how you acted over text, you were still you.
and he was in love with you, and everything that came with it.~
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໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞𑁬｡ 沈星回 : you're not allowed to be insecure in front of xavier.
synopsis.⠀you're struggling with low self-esteem and you're too shy to talk to xavier about it. he won't let you dwell in those feelings any longer.
tags.⠀sfw, hurt/comfort, implied king of darknight!xavier (couldn't help myself sorry), gn!reader, descriptions of reader being insecure, self-doubt, all that stuff.
Don’t you just walk around endlessly! Come on, you have things to do!
You nag yourself. Over and over, till the drops of sweat slowly forming on your forehead seemingly teleport to your cheeks. You don’t like that feeling. Hell, sweating because of this doesn’t help your … current situation, either!
That elegant mirror right in front of you looks as if it’s looping your reflection around yourself, and it only amplifies that dreadful feeling. You don’t like looking at yourself—nor do you like the feeling of knowing someone is looking at you. Especially someone you admire and hold on a high pedestal.
It makes you feel small, in a way.
Some eyes see beyond the sweat clinging to your skin, beyond how poorly you believe your face synergy to be. Those eyes always hide themselves, and you can’t tell what they actually see just by simply staring into their depths. So, in other words, you’re just drowning in confusion and self-doubt.
And you’re sure as hell you can’t tell what Xavier is thinking when he lets those wide orbs of his land on you. He always keeps that stoic look on his profile. Which is why, usually, you’re better off waiting for his actions to speak for him rather than his glances.
Or… er, words.
Forget your face. Not even your gown would stay still. Those elegant robes that he specifically acquired, just for you, feel like grisly rags when they glue themselves to your skin. You huff, trying to adjust it to the best of your abilities. But, yet again, it just doesn’t even sit as it should.
“…Fuck,” you gruff to yourself, refusing to make eye contact with your reflection in the mirror. It’s just that humiliating. You don’t want to hold him up, knowing he’s waiting for you on the other side of the door. Regardless, you keep the nasty words you have to yourself.
But you do have a feeling he’ll somehow hear. He’s unpredictable. Whatever, you think to yourself that worrying about him is useless—it'll be more of a disgrace to show up looking how you are right now.
It’s not a matter of whether he will be disappointed in you or not. It does play a small part in it all, but it’s not the entire reason. You’re the one who doesn’t feel comfortable in your own skin. Explaining it to him would be rather difficult, and you’re not even sure you want to in the first place.
“Starlight, is everything okay?”
This is how you lose track of time.
A simple knock at the door, your boyfriend’s voice cuts through, and it feels like he just stabbed your heart. You remain silent for a while, trying to decide on what to say, before another knock follows right after.
You can only hear his muffled voice from then on, disconnecting yourself from reality as much as you can. This is a disaster, and you don’t have time to panic.
But he never pushes too much. He never enters without your permission. However, your unresponsive state is worrying him. He calls out your name one last time before you manage to snap back to reality, fists clenched, awkwardly tapping the wooden floorboard with your foot.
You manage to call out. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m… I’m fine, Xavier.” But you’re not. You’re not at all. You can’t bear looking at yourself; you can’t handle staring at your own reflection or even seeing a single strand of hair in your field of vision. It’s disgusting.
What are you supposed to do?
“You’re not.” His flat tone makes your heart sink. You do notice his worries, and you know you can’t lie to him. It’s sweet, but you’re still drowning in that pessimistic feeling. “May I come in? Please.”
The way he says it somehow reorders your brain. You haven’t even noticed the small drops gathering on your waterline before they start to gracefully fall—you tremble slightly.
Regardless, you decide to open the door. Slowly. It creaks under your carefulness, but so do you. You refuse to look Xavier in the eyes.
He doesn’t like that.
In response, his soft fingers brush against your shoulder, rubbing it faintly, comforting you as he sees fit. Once he hears your frail little sobs, he falters for a moment, letting out a soft breath himself.
In a swift motion, he steps in front of you and kneels down a little to look at you. You still move your face away from his.
That won’t do.
“What’s wrong?” Xavier asks, practically mewling before you. His voice is so soft, so comforting, that you can’t help the tears at all.
You still don’t respond. You’re afraid, frail, and vulnerable in front of him. It’s even worse. Now he has to deal with all your snot.
He notices that. Of course he does. Hiding something from him is quite literally impossible when he’s solely focusing his attention only on you—which is, at this point, all the time. That makes you even more insecure. If he’s staring so much, there’s no doubt he’d find all of your imperfections on—
“Talk to me, please.” His voice breaks your trail of thought again.
You sniffle, finally looking at him. You just can’t help it. Likewise, you’re unable to resist him.
“I just—” a broken sob leaves your throat, scoffing at yourself shortly after. “I just don’t think I’m… I think I’m disgusting. I can't—I can’t look at myself in the mirror without… getting this gut-wrenching feeling. I’m sorry,”
Xavier, in response, gently grabs your cheeks with both hands. He runs his thumb over your soaked skin, caressing you, quietly anchoring you to him. His thin eyebrows furrow, tilting his head to the side in utter confusion. How could you even think of that?
“Who said this to you?”
“…Me?”
Silence breaks in right between you two. Xavier stands up, your face still resting in his hands, before he starts taking off his gloves. You’re confused as to why he’s doing such a … small thing, but you’re too unstable to actually bring it up.
He then plasters his bare hands back to your skin, his forehead following shortly after to connect to yours. He stays there for a moment, rocking you left and right gently. You don’t understand anything. Why’s he doing this to you right now? Can he even look at you without gagging?
But you notice that even as he’s doing this motion, his eyes are fixated on you. His eyes are glued to yours. Still, for some reason, he’s looking at you and he won’t break that contact for even a mere moment.
“Xav–Xavier, what…”
“Don’t say such treacherous things about yourself again.” He cuts you off. “To what end would you utter such a thing? Did the Revenants render you sightless?”
You open your mouth briefly, then close it, looking away as if you’re stuck again. You can’t reply to him. You can’t explain it.
Still, though, you try. “N–No. Just… look.” You break contact with his forehead, taking a few steps back so he’d be able to see the full picture of you.
“I don’t understand.”
You scoff. “Don’t you see? Look, the gown isn’t even sitting on me properly. And, and, my… face is so uneven.” You begin pointing at yourself as you explain, but Xavier just stands there, wide-eyed and confused.
“I don’t.”
You want to protest, but he cuts you off again.
“I’m not letting you go anywhere looking like that. This is only for my eyes to see. I assure you, you are far from the labels you bestow upon yourself.”
Xavier takes a step forward to close off the distance you created. His steps are as royal as ever, as eloquent as you remember. How could you ever challenge that? How are you able to step on equal footing with him like this?
“I… I,”
“Not a word. Please.” He cuts right through you, kneeling back down before getting a hold of your hand—planting a soft, lingering kiss on it. “If you still don’t believe me,”
“Shall I demonstrate my full devotion to you?”
a/n.⠀hehe i'm back ... who gaf. requested by 🔭 anon, tysm! i didn't proofread this one properly so it might be choppy. i'm sorry about that,, next few posts will be on @hrmits cause papa needs to experiment with smut. thank you sm for reading ><
🤍🧵| Fakeleb | Caleb 🍎
↻+♡ appreciated
“That's Caleb?" Tara asks stunned as she watches the tall, muscular man step into her apartment to check on you.
Caleb crouches down beside you on the floor. You're slumped against the wall, fighting to stay awake after all the drinks you and your team have consumed.
"Pips? Can you hear me?" he asks softly, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. "You awake?"
You only grumble in response.
"She was so upset about losing that Wanderer today, she basically drowned her frustration in rum," Simone explains while Caleb gathers your bag and gently fixes your messy hair.
"I'll give you a piggyback ride and take you home, yeah?" Caleb says to you, reaching to lift you up. Before he can, you weakly shove at his chest.
"Noooo. I have a boyfrieeend~" you slur, eyes still closed.
A delighted smile tugs at Caleb's lips, and he decides to see how far he can take this.
"I see. And do you think this boyfriend of yours would mind if I helped you out a little?"
"Yessss~~! He'd mind veryyy muchhh!" You continue trying to push him away, despite barely having the strength.
"Aaaand..." Caleb says, still enjoying this. "Do you mind?"
"Yesss... I mind toooo...," you mumble before adding a. "...Actuallyyyy, you smell like him~" You open your eyes.
The room is blurry and doubled. You're far too drunk to put anything together.
"Oh my gooood..." You squint at him. "You even res... resem... resem—look like him!" You grab his face with both hands.
"And your skiiin..." You stroke his cheek. "Sooo softtt. Just like Caleb's."
Caleb lets out as chuckle.
"Hm. And this boyfriend of yours..." he asks. "What do you like best about him?"
At this point, Caleb is simply curious how long it'll take you to realize who you're talking to.
"I don't like him." You drop your hands and shake your head.
A flicker of uncertainty crosses Caleb's face.
"You... don't like your boyfriend?" he asks cautiously.
"No, no, no." This time you nod enthusiastically, "I looove Caleb!"
Caleb suddenly stops in his every movement. His heart nearly stops too.
Around him, everyone lets out a small gasp. Based on Caleb's stunned silence alone, they all realize the same thing. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud since becoming a couple.
"Y-you... love him?" Caleb asks carefully.
"Sooo muchhh! He's the besssttt!"
You lean forward and press a finger to his lips, "but shhhhh~~Don't tell him yettt. It's our little secret, Fakeleb." You giggle. "Fakeleb... hehehe..."
You laugh at your own joke before promptly falling backward against the wall, your eyes drifting shut again.
Caleb takes a moment to compose himself.
"Okay. I think I should take you home now, Pips."
He lifts you into his arms while you mumble weak protests about wanting to wait for "Realleb" to come pick you up.
You wake up the next morning in your bed. On your nightstand sits a tray filled with everything needed for a hangover breakfast, prettily arranged alongside a small handwritten note.
„Get some rest, hydrate, and eat your breakfast. I'll see you tonight. — Fakeleb 🍏”
Slowly, the memories from last night begin returning, including what you said. The rest of the day is spent wondering how you're supposed to handle it. Confessing you love someone while drunk is awful. Caleb deserves to hear it properly and now you have to say it, because he definitely remembers.
When Caleb finally returns after an exhausting day at the fleet, you greet him as if nothing happened. Later, you're stretched out on the couch with your head resting in his lap while the TV plays quietly in the background. After several minutes of working up the courage, you finally speak.
"You know, Caleb..."
He glances down at you.
"I meant what I said."
Caleb’s breath fastens, "you don't have to say it back if you're not ready," he says. "I know I say it all the time, but I don't want you to feel pressu—"
"I love you, Caleb."
Caleb’s holding his breath, any existing emotion rushes through him.
You sit up and face him.
"I really do," you say quietly, "I always have. Things were just... complicated. But I love you. I truly love you so much."
A dozen emotions cross Caleb's face, but you think it's settling into pure happiness. You don't think you've ever seen him look so… genuinely happy.
As if hearing those words from you is everything he'd been waiting for.
it's more an instinct than a rational decision - after all, rafayel doesn't do anything bad. it's just... after countless bad experiences and relationships that drained you, it's hard to believe in true love once it shows up.
you know rafayel's intentions are pure. you can feel that his heartbeat resembles the sound of your name. you are aware of it all... and yet, you still hesitate each time he gets a little bit too close.
you're just scared; and you know it. words of your past lovers calling you too much and too broken, asking you what's wrong with you once the doubt clouded your mind and fear started to claw under your skin.
you just needed reassurance, some tender attention. you just craved a little bit of love. is that so wrong? does that turn you into a monster?
perhaps, you are one. perhaps, this is why you keep on hurting rafayel now.
guilt gnaws at you, making your head spin with worries. it hurts. you're so terrified of feeling this pain again that you can't open up. you can't come to rafayel and confess that your heart is too heavy for anyone to handle, and you will only end up hurting him more and more–
a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. the faint scent of sea breeze and vanilla fills your senses, causing your heartbeat to slow down ever so slightly.
rafayel is here. he sees you in your worst crying form... and doesn't leave.
quite the opposite, he treats you like you're a fragile little treasure in the palm of his hands. you suck in a breath as he turns you around to look at you properly, his eyes - focused yet ever so gentle - scan your features, searching for any trace of pain hiding within. his thumb runs over your cheek. your eyes flutter shut.
"it's okay." rafayel whispers softly, tenderly. "i'm here, yeah? nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. i will protect you, just stay right here."
slowly, you take a deep breath. your fingers instinctively curl on the material on his shirt, more an instinct than a rational thought.
"but i am–"
"i will want you no matter what you become. in every shape or form, you are the one i love."
something about rafayel's words - maybe it's the hint of desperation in his voice, maybe it's the way he looks at you as if losing you is his greatest fear - makes you freeze.
a second passes, then another.
the fear in your heart remains as it was, and you can still feel it clouding your thoughts. and yet, when rafayel holds you in his arms right now, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this one time you will finally get to know how true love looks like.
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Zayne had once again pulled a way too late all-nighter at the hospital, and your very understanding self reassured him you could schedule the date at another time. Though that didn't stop him from still trying to make it up to you.
Hence why, after his shift, he dropped by a nearby convenience store and picked up your favorite snacks before coming over.
Using his spare key, he entered your home and when he saw that you weren't in the living room, placed them in the kitchen. You were probably asleep, so the snacks could wait until the morning, and he'd crawl into bed with you until then.
Until he heard it.
"GET OFF!" your annoyed screech echoed throughout your apartment, and if it didn't sound so aggravated, he might've been concerned.
But there was a crucial piece of evidence that Zayne spotted when he first entered ; the pair of far too large shoes by your door, and Zayne didn't recall leaving any of his the last time he slept over.
So that left only one possible result.
"Now I know why you were so easily pacified earlier," you stop shoving Sylus away at the sound of Zayne's voice, smiling as you all but shoot up to greet him.
"Zayne! You didn't tell me you were coming over, whoa---!"
"Not just yet, sweetie."
Sylus had grabbed you by the ankle just as you moved to embrace Zayne, who watched in mild amusement, mild concern as the white-haired man dragged you back to him, stubbornly nosing his way into your neck as you groan.
"Sylus enough, seriously!" you groan, trying again to push him away but he is relentless, and you can feel him smirk against your skin too, not at all minding your current, sticky, sweaty state.
The doctor moves with quiet efficiency as he stalks towards your bed, finally seeing the problem. He doesn't sit yet when he gets near, knowing you'd scold him if he dared sit on your bed in his "outside" clothes. Instead, he kneels by the bed, before placing his hands on your shoulders, fingers just gently brushing your neck as a subtle frost begins to permeate your skin.
Relief floods you almost immediately, a complete change from the earlier sweltering heat that had made its home in your skin. Sylus feels it too, a pleased hum vibrating against your neck as he gives Zayne a glance.
"You're pretty handy in the summer, doctor," he muses, watching as you finally relax against him.
He'd been clinging to you for the past three hours, arms very much unrelenting. While you would normally welcome his clingyness, it was disgustingly hot tonight, more so than usual, and you were not in the mood for cuddling when you were already uncomfortably wet without someone draped over you.
But the leader of Onychinus cared not for your summer-related woes and made it his mission to stick to you like a leech.
"Am I nothing but glorified air-conditioning for the two of you?" Zayne almost huffed, though there was the unmissable lilt of his lips. One you notice more and more as you cup his face, before bringing placing your lips upon his brow. A sweet gesture of thanks for cooling you both down.
"Don't be silly, you are very much more than that," you smile, continuing to kiss him as Sylus smirks.
"Yes, much more than that. Maybe like a pet."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Sylus, behave."
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