Tags: NSFW, MDNI, AU - pirates and siren, emotional smut, desperation, scars (his fingers), years of pining, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, he falls first, obsessive, devoted, death (not raf / reader), love at first sight? romance (2.5K)
Pairing: PirateCaptain!Rafayel x Siren!Reader
Note: I got blacked out in the middle. Finally armed with keyboard and extra hour by sacrificing sleep. Also with my usual habit of adding and deleting after so many rereads. Please forgive my delusional writings. I hope it doesn’t flop 🥹✨
The fog was thick and cold against the rocks. You watched as the man dragged himself onto the wet shore.
You remembered him. You had seen him twice before.
The first time—years ago, when he was younger, sharper, and dangerously naive—his massive vessel had slipped through the mist. His crew had looked terrified, whispering tales that didn't stray far from truth. But he had stood on the deck, smiling with the full confidence of a man drunk on his own legend. He had sealed his ears with wax, shouting his name across the water—Rafayel is not afraid of a siren’s lament!—his voice carried by the sudden wind that parted the magical haze, grinning, certain that he would not be taken.
You were astonished. Centuries had passed, and no ship had ever escaped your kind’s magic. Curious, you raised your head from the eroded rocks and locked eyes with him—a brief, silent moment that shifted the stars and the tides. His gaze never left yours until the ship vanished into the grey horizon. It was the first time a vessel escaped the mist unscathed. Something odd—a strange, restless fluttering—woke inside your stomach. It was the start of something you couldn't quite comprehend.
The second time was pure chaos. The familiar ship once again cut through the misty bay. It was the exact predicament your sisters had warned you about: when a siren’s song is defied, there is nothing left to protect your kind. Beautiful things in the hands of men were always coveted, fought over, and ultimately shattered in the struggle to possess them.
While your sisters vacated the island in a hurry and dove into the dark deep, you stayed seated on the rocks, still singing. You were young and proud too, after all, unwilling to yield your territory without a fight. You wouldn't back down, ready to claw at their throats even if it was the last thing you ever did.
You sang louder, unraveling a terror that tore through the men who hadn't packed enough wax into their ears. Shouts of panic clashed in the air before the sickening splashes of bodies hitting the sea echoed across the bay. Dozens drowned, yet the ship pushed relentlessly forward.
Beneath the crashing waves, one scream never stopped. It was raw, aching, and full of unyielding longing. You saw him thrashing against the thick ropes binding him to the mast, fighting the wood and his own crew just to throw himself into your waters. Above all, his eyes—reflecting the vividly shifting hue of twilight—remained lucid and unclouded, unlike others ensnared by your voice, murky and dead.
And now, for the third time, your home was disturbed.
You heard the unnatural sloshing of water, followed by a soft thud against the wet sand. Raising yourself from the bedrock, you prepared your claws to strike. But there was no ship. No crew. Only Rafayel. His ship had taken a detour, he had rowed a small boat until the waves drowned it, swimming the rest of the way.
When he finally collapsed near your resting place, his clothes heavy and soaked, he looked older than the first time you had seen him. But those amethyst eyes were sharp and present. Just like before.
"Are you here to kill me?" You offered a mocking smile, humming another tune—a lethal song kept away in your ancestral memory.
"Kill you?" Rafayel scoffed, a theatrical, almost bitter little laugh that barely hid his frayed edges. You were amazed he could even speak under the weight of the song. "How could I?"
His eyes told better stories than his words: gentle, pained, as if wounded by your accusation, yet overflowing with affection. As his hand reached out, you expected him to drive a blade through your chest. Instead, he bowed his head, his warm breath grazing the skin of your foot before pressing his lips against it in absolute reverence.
When he looked up at you through his wet lashes, entirely at your mercy, you felt something fundamentally shift inside.
"I’m staying here with you."
"Stay? Hah—" You breathed a melodic laugh, shaking your head slowly. "I see you’re still as naive as you were all those years ago. You shouldn't have come," you whispered, your voice trembling as you took in his exhausted state. The strange emotion in your own voice disturbed you.
You drew your foot back, sliding against the slick bedrock, your heart giving an unfamiliar throb. "Men who come here don't leave. Just like them." You gestured toward the sun-bleached bones reduced to white gravel on the shore, and the rotting timber of ancient ships.
"Sirens require the seed of men to sustain our lineage, but none left alive once they served their purpose," you warned. "Turn back while you can."
Rafayel didn't retreat. He shifted, crawling onto the rock beside you, his trembling hands gently brushing the wet hair from your face. "Do you know what pulled me?" His voice was a murmur.
"The song?" He shook his head slowly. "No... it’s you. I just stopped fighting your voice."
You laughed at his oblivious words, certain he was in denial, deep under your spell. You raised your hand to his face, and he immediately leaned into your palm, closing his eyes with a shuddering sigh.
"That first time my ship passed this island... I plugged my ears with wax. I played it safe," he murmured. "I couldn't hear your voice, but I saw you through the mist. And just looking at you was enough to ruin me."
He let out a weak, sad laugh, opening his eyes to look at you with longing—something far too profound, completely defying his infamous pride.
"I have taken gold, ships, and lives. I always took what I wanted like it was my birthright," he confessed, his thumb tracing your jaw. The heat of his skin against your cold cheek sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes tracked your every movement, less like he was studying you and more like he was unraveling your soul. "But I never had anything stolen from me. Not until you stole my soul."
He pulled you against his chest, his erratic heartbeat hammering against your ribs. "After that day, no matter where my ship sailed, it no longer felt right. I was already lost."
"My destination has always been here." His hands reached down, gripping your wrists tightly—not enough to hurt, but as if he were terrified you would slip away. "Nothing could change my mind. Eventually, my crew had to let me go."
Rafayel pulled your arm, guiding your weight against him. He parted the wet hair from your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his shoulders shaking slightly. Then, with careful devotion, he cradled your back and head to shield you from the jagged stone, guiding you flat against the smooth rock.
"The second time we sailed past… they pleaded for their captain not to get taken. But I never plugged my ears that time. I had to hear you. I didn’t try to block the melody out—I let it in. My crew saw it happening.” His voice cracked, the memory tearing at him. "They had to tie me up to save the ship. On that mast... I kept screaming. I screamed until my throat bled, unable to reach you."
As his fingers wrapped tighter around your waist, a searing heat shot straight through your veins. For a creature born of the freezing depths, his touch was a grounding fire. Your eyes fell to his hands. His fingertips wre heavily scarred, the skin rough, the nails ruined. You gently brushed your thumb over those mangled marks, a heavy ache blossoming in your chest at the sight of what he had endured.
Rafayel noticed your gaze and let out a soft, reckless laugh. "A small price to pay, as long as I get to you."
A tear fell from his eye onto your skin. He looked heartbroken, yet profoundly relieved to finally hold you.
"After we sailed away... I was still breathing, but my spirit remained behind," he confessed, resting his forehead heavily against yours. "I was tied to that mast, begging to come back to the island behind the mist... to you. The ones who survived asked me about your voice. What makes a siren’s song so magically dreadful."
“And what did you tell them?”
"I told them," he whispered, looking into your eyes with an intensity that felt like drowning, "how you sing of everything I want to be... and worst of all, everything that I already have, but lost. A mirror of my own wreckage, dressed up as a paradise. I told them if you listen, you will choose the dream over the breath in your lungs."
Rafayel's lips hovered over your face, the warmth radiating tk your skin. "But even before then... I had already chosen you over my breath."
His words sank into you like a heavy stone. For a creature born of unforgiving tides, his devotion felt almost violent—a sudden, blinding thaw in a life spent in the dark.
Rafayel shifted closer, his hand splaying over your back to cradle you securely. His eyes burned with a hunger that eclipsed the dying sun. He traced the line of your collarbone with his lips before murmuring against your cold skin:
"You already own every breath in my lungs... let me show you what it feels like when a dying man finally touches the shore he bled for."
He closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that tasted of seawater and unyielding love. You had spent a lifetime luring men to the depths, but the moment his mouth claimed yours with such possessive warmth, you felt like the one drowning. Your hands tangled in his soaked coat as he drank you in.
The twilight air hung heavy and still, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of the ocean and the ragged breaths escaping your lips. Against his skin, you began to hum—that ancient, lethal thread meant to drag men to their graves. But under Rafayel’s touch, it shifted. It was no longer a siren’s lure; it was a hymn of union between a soul who had finally found his harbor, and a monster who never thought she would be loved.
Rafayel pulled back just an inch, his voice a low vibration. "Sing for me again."
As the deadly song resumed, soft and aching, he lowered his head to worship you. He tasted the salt on your skin, his tongue tracing the swell of your breast with a reverence that made you arch blindly into him. As he took your peak into his mouth, a sharp shiver ran down your spine. His mouth was a furnace against your cold skin, the wet, rhythmic pull of his lips sending a heavy, pooling warmth straight to your core.
You tried to keep singing, to pour the curse over him—but he didn't shatter. He didn’t lose his mind. Instead, the deeper you sang, the more firmly he anchored himself to you, his thick, heavy length pressing against your thigh, growing harder, more desperate with every note.
"See?" he breathed against your collarbone, his voice rich with quiet triumph as his hands tangled your bodies together. "Sing all you want... I am still here. Lucid. Yours."
His hands slid lower, finding you wet, slick, and aching to be filled. When his fingers entered your cunt, a needy whimper tore from his own throat—the sound of a man completely undone.
He shifted between your thighs, the dance of his tongue against you a desperate confession. The song died on your lips, the ancient melody fracturing apart, replaced by uncontained gasps. You couldn't sing anymore. You couldn't think. Your fingers dug into the wet sand beside the rock as an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatened to pull you under.
Every stroke of his hand unraveled you, making you writhe helplessly against his touch. He drank in your breathless gasps and sharp cries until they mingled with the crashing waves.
When you reached down, your fingers tangling in his damp hair to pull him closer, Rafayel broke. A softly wrecked sound left his throat. He pulled himself up, his eyes glassy, his chest heaving as he hovered over you.
As the twilight deepened into a bruised purple, he drove himself inside you in one heavy stroke.
You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely. The friction was instant and electric—like an anchor dropping, pinning your soul permanently to his. The breath left his lungs in a shuddering gasp. He began to pound into you, his hips snapping against yours with a primal rhythm—a beautiful reclamation.
"I'm home," he sobbed into your neck, his thrusts turning frantic.
"Rafayel..." you gasped, his name finally spilling from your lips.
He froze, his amethyst eyes wide. "You remember my name?"
A choked sound tore from his chest as he lost the last of his restraint. He began to bury himself deeper, harder, his cock slick with the mix of seawater and your own arousal. In the quiet dark, under the fading stars, every thrust was a plea, every kiss a promise. He ravaged you, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, anchoring himself to the only thing in the world that mattered.
"I spent years screaming on that mast," he growled, his voice a broken rasp. His hands gripped your hips like a drowning man holding his final lifeline. “I’m finally free.”
Rafayel kissed the sensitive skin of your neck, his body trembling as the friction built to a glorious peak, making you cry out his name once more into the night.
"And now... I’m never letting you go," he vowed, his voice a raw rasp against your skin, his pace turning frantic and breathless. "Not after I tasted heaven under your skin. Never."
The tension in your core finally snapped, a blinding wave of release crashing through you. You arched into him, your walls clenching around his length, milking him as you reached your peak. Rafayel felt your walls throbbing and let out a groan, his face flush as he crashed his lips on you, body going rigid as he drove his cock into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt before he spilled his seed deep inside your cunt.
He collapsed against your chest, both of you violently trembling, breathless and completely spent.
The ocean kept crashing against the rocks. He was a man who had reached his true destination, and as you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him tight in the fading light, you knew you had stolen his soul forever—just as he had stolen yours.
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YOU WANT A GOOD BOY THAT DOES BAD THINGS? (TO YOU) NSFW!!!
Some of kinks Rafayel definitely has (as someone who consumes unhealthy amounts of Rafa content daily)
Nsfw content up ahead. If you're a minor please do NOT interact.
BREEDING KINK
Rafayel absolutely adores the idea of filling you up with his cum. During lovemaking he makes sure to push extra in to make sure that his seed ends up extra deep, he gets desperate and whiny if you try to get him off of you when he's just trying to keep you plugged with his essence. You're his beloved bride, his chosen one. You'll help him repopulate lemuria riiiiiiight? Nevertheless don't forget to snap him out of it before he gets too lost in the sauce
PRAISE KINK
Rafayel is in no way insecure or jealous, with that being said, he adores your praise. Call him a good boy or a pretty boy and he'll be putty in your hands. Even when he's the one in charge, if you lean in and whisper praises in his ear about how good he's being, you might get him to cum right then and there. You're very important to him so your approval gets him going like NOTHING else.
FACE SITTING
Rafayel really loves eating you out but he absolutely ADORES doing so when you're sitting on his face. He thinks it's adorable when you're shy and are afraid of suffocating him. You look sooooo pretty above him, your hips quivering while you try not to put your whole weight on his face, your slick pussy taunting him, right out of his reach. He has waited for you life times but even his patience has limits, his hands sneak up, grabbing your hips and pushing you down on his eager mouth, he would make sure to eat everything you gave him, in the meantime ignoring his pleasure. Take off his pants and give him a hand wouldn't ya?
BODYWORSHIP
Unsurprisinly Rafayel really really loves showing you how much he loves you, whether it is in everyday life or during intimacy. He lays you down on his huge bed, while he places kisses all around your body, your beautiful lips that give him so much joy when you smile, that tiny dimple in your cheek, your chest- specifically where he feels your heartbeat, steady, there- scars you long forgot about but he never forgets, stretch marks on your tummy and your thighs that look like waves of the most ethereal waters. Each kiss comes with a sweet compliment. He doesn't go fast, no. He takes his time with you, no matter how needy you get or squirm. And by the time he finally sinks in you- slowly, letting you feel the veins of his cock- while he feels the way you wrap around him, your face contorted in drunken pleasure. He lets your gummy walls get used to him before he starts moving, your legs around his waist, his head on your shoulder, his face too displayed deep pleasure, his hands gently fondling your breasts. By the end of it he makes sure you went to heaven and back.
second divider credits go to @pixopix
A/N: Second post... this has been in the making for a few days because i procrastinated a lot.... Lmk what you think of this! i am still figuring out stuff with tumblr and how it works so if i mistake its nothing okay? okay.
warning: smut! tipsy sex, unprotected sex, brief mentions of rafayel’s myths, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, multiple rounds, rafayel lays eggs in you
wc: 1k
a/n: this is based around one of nixscriptum’s july prompts!
White sand beaches, crystal clear water, private property for just the two of you. You’d been blessed by both your Sea God as well as your boyfriend for a vacation as perfect as this.
As the sun set, you and Rafayel were sat on the beach, a picnic blanket laid out with a basket of champagne, fruits, and other snacks.
“Is this beach to your liking?”
You felt him peck the corner of your mouth.
“Of course, but every beach you take me to has been better than the last.”
With half the bottle empty, you and Rafayel slowly turned into giggling fools, sneaking kissing as the alcohol slowly crept up on each other.
“I wanted this one to be special because Ebb day is coming.”
His lips trailed from your cheek down your neck.
“Rafayel,”
His lips felt hot as they kissed your skin, warming you up even after being in the sun all day. You turned your head, colliding your lips with his as you slowly fell back onto the blanket.
Pulling away, Rafayel moved the basket out of the way and shifted his attention back to you. Kissing you even deeper as your fingers laced through his hair. His hips pressed against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist as he hovered over you.
Pulling away for breath, “Was this some big scheme, Rafayel?”
He continued kissing your neck and along your shoulder, peppering little nips between kisses.
“Maybe.”
You giggled,
“I wouldn’t want to spend Ebb day with strangers staring at my bride.”
He continued kissing your skin, moving towards your neck and breathing in your perfume.
“So sweet, if you’re driving me crazy like this imagine if anyone else was here?”
Rafayel’s hands moved down, holding onto your hips as his lips found yours. His tongue pushing into your mouth as your hips lifted and ground against his.
His hands felt hot, burning even, as his grip moved to your waist.
Rafayel could feel the tiny blue scales form on his skin, decorating his cheekbones and neck. Little gem-like scales blooming across his body as your hands move along his shoulders and back of his head.
Kissing down to the tops of your breasts, Rafayel undoes your top, lips latching onto your nipple as you fall against the blanket. Soft moans and mewls escaping you as he tweaks your nipples. Switching to the other, his fingers trail downwards and pull at your bottoms.
Lips leaving your breasts, his mouth kisses downwards until he meets the soft patch of hair above your folds. Settling your legs above his shoulders, Rafayel’s tongue pressed against your folds and drank up the honey that drooled out of you.
His head pushed further into your thighs, not wanting a centimeter of space between him and your pussy. Your head pushed into the blanket, feeling the sand shift around you, as your legs twitched the more Rafayel ate you out. His tongue flicked your clit and pushed as far as it could into your entrance, making your thighs squeeze around his head.
Hips rolling against his face, you felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. Moans spilling out of you as two of his fingers pushed into you. Your fingers pulled on Rafayel’s hair, hearing the wet noises coming from your folds before you felt that knot tighten and burst inside you.
Deep gasps of air as your hips rolled, his fingers giving you some last, slow thrusts as you rode out your high.
Pulling out of you, “Still here with me?”
You nodded, “Yes,”
“Still have energy for more?”
“I do,”
Rafayel pulled his shorts down, pulling your hips a little closer before rubbing his length between your folds. Your sensitive clit was catching the head of his dick with every roll, lubricating his length before pushing into you.
“Ah,”
You felt the perfect stretch of him inside you. He fit so perfectly, just thick enough, just long enough. You knew you were tied together, for a long time, but it amazed you how perfectly you both fit.
Rafayel waited until your walls calmed down, rubbing your thigh he waited. As your walls stopped clenching and spasming, Rafayel gently thrusted in and out of you. Slow and careful strokes as you both grew used to the sensation.
Your hands grabbed at his wrists, already on the verge of your orgasm.
“Good?”
“It’s so good.”
Every thrust made your head spin, a blossom of pleasure erupting inside you as he moved in and out, circling your clit, moaning above you. Rafayel’s hips began stuttering before they pressed flushed against you, rocking the both of you as he came.
His fingers continues rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to the edge as small eggs began spilling into your pussy. Feeling the tiny eggs fill you up, the sensation brought you over the edge and your walls clenching around Rafayel. Crashing waves and strained moans were the only sounds on this sunset.
Pulling out, Rafayel took an extra moment to watch the stray eggs slip out of your folds. Catching his breath he pulled his shorts up, collecting your things before scooping you into his arms and walking back to your villa. You relaxed against his arms, your head continued spinning, still coming down from your high.
The next thing you knew you were sat on the shower bench, warm water cascading down as Rafayel began cleaning you off.
Washed up and dried, you and Rafayel laid in bed, cuddled up together as your eyes fought to stay open.
“You don’t have to force yourself to be awake, cutie.”
“Yeah but I don’t wanna say goodnight, yet.”
Pulling you even closer, Rafayel pressed kisses to your cheeks, purposefully missing your lips.
“Don’t be mean,” you complain.
“Sorry, cutie, I just love how soft your cheeks are.”
You held onto his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips, holding him there before pecking more kisses to his lips. You could feel Rafayel relax against the bed, feeling nothing less than bliss as your movements slowed from tiredness.
Rafayel felt your hands relax as you fell asleep, moving them down as he tucked you into bed.
Hi! I hope you're having a good day 💕. Mine, on the other hand, isn't—I just had my wisdom teeth pulled and it hurts TERRIBLY. How would the LI's take care of us? It makes me laugh to imagine the faces they'd make if they saw how wisdom teeth are pulled; honestly, it was a pretty shocking sight, even though I didn't feel a thing.
wisdom teeth removal
here ya go :) a bit late sorry lol but i hope you fully recovered and that all went well !
tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , fluff , just the sweet lads taking good care of us , modern AU
zayne
you already know how the dentist is literally one of zayne's enemies. just a simple teeth cleaning is torture for zayne, so he doesn't even want to know the details of how wisdom teeth are removed lol
his main priority is to soothe your pain and remind you of how infections can easily develop. he'll take the extra step to cook for you, all liquid / soft foods for a while (and don't worry, whatever zayne cooks are filled with good nutrients)
i do believe that he'll use this opportunity to tease you a little bit about how he can freely eat cold sweets, like ice cream, cake, pastries ... he isn't exactly rubbing it in your face, but kind of lol
in all honestly, i do think that zayne will be a bit more concerned and worried out of all the lads, as he knows just how painful the treatment and recovery can be for a while
will absolutely be down to clean the bleeding in your mouth. blood doesn't disgust him anyway, it's part of his job as doctor
caleb
similar to zayne, will not hesitate to cook soft and liquid food for you. he'll even insist that you stop all kinds of activity / movements, because it can increase pain (he's just exaggerating so he can dote on you even more)
will take videos of you if you are under anesthesia lol even if you aren't, he's filming you. will tease you about how you look like a cute hamster, your cheeks are puffed up
every time you ask him for something, he's imitating back your voice in a baby tone, just to annoy you lol
all joking aside, caleb will always make sure that you are ok. he'll do whatever you ask, so take advantage of him (please do, it might make him happier than you)
sylus
i sincerely believe that sylus would try to convince you and the dentist to remove one wisdom teeth at a time (if it is multiple) lol he can't stand seeing you in pain and would absolutely try to avoid too much procedure
he'll be a lot more irritated at the dentists staff (unfortunately) than you'd think ; in his mind, if you are under too much pain, then it means that the dentist did not do a proper job (that's not how it works though, sylus ...)
y'all better believe that sylus isn't letting you off his lap until you fully recover. i believe that internally, he's panicking more than zayne lol he won't let his worry show (to not burden you) but his actions are rooted deep in concern for your health. he'll say something along the line of : if you walk kitten, it can aggravate the pain. there is no need to be strong right now, just rest and let me take care of you sweetie
sylus is like those helicopter pet owners, you know ? their pet is injured and the owner is already grieving lol
xavier
the calmest one out of all the lads lol not because he is nonchalant (we all know he really is far from it) but because he feels kind of ... helpless ?
xavier doesn't want to voice it out, but he genuinely doesn't really have a clue on how to help you. he'll watch videos about the procedure of wisdom teeth removals, the recovery process, the risks of infections, people posting about their own journey, etc ... but still, at the end, everyone is different on what their own recovery journey looks like
definitely the quiet type, rather than trying to make jokes (like caleb) or lecture you (like zayne). xavier can be quite ... intense, when he gets into his calm and quiet role lol
it's like he's staring dead at you, just waiting for you to tell him what you need. it's like he is dissociating from stress lol obviously, even if he isn't too knowledgeable about this, you can still expect xavier to take good care of you
warm blankets, hot and warm foods ready at all times, painkillers, ice pack to help with the swelling, house chores all done
he'll also insist that you sleep on top of him, so that it can help with ''swelling and bleeding'' (totally unrelated, but can you deny him with his cute puppy eyes?)
you can always forget about leaving xavier's line of sight. he'll contain his own need to run a strict program, but don't test his patience. if his own stress and concern overrides his self-restraint, he'll actually become quite dominant and strict / mean (daddy xavier)
rafayel
sincerely believes that it's a dumb procedure and thinks the dentist is just trying to scam people for more money lol
will absolutely crash out if the staff are not giving you the proper queen treatment. rafayel is the type to go on their website and leave a nasty comment (if he deems their behavior unprofessional lol)
while rafayel might be loud and dramatic, he actually is very good at taking care of people. more than what others think
he won't actively voice it out, but concern is rooted deep in his brain and he can't rest properly until he sees you resting
he'll nag and complain about the entire situation (not you, never you), but things are done and you are taken care of. he's very similar to zayne when it comes to taking care of you : clinical, dependable, efficient and strict
he'll pretend to be disgusted at the sight of blood, but will absolutely crash out if you dare change your own gauze, or try to eat by yourself. he'll insist on spoon feeding you
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summary: in which you tell the lads boys (who are your controversially close bffs) that you were cheated on.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: all of the guys are lovely and want you…that’s kinda the whole thing i fear. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), mentions of cheating (obvi), perhaps minor indications of violence…but that’s it (i think).
p.s. i cannot stop making xavier use the sun emoji so like sorry but also not rlly that much bc it’s too fucking funny to me
a/n: should i make this one a series let me know…hehe…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
sum. pranking the lads men by telling then you need space/a break from this relationship.
notes. based on a suggestion from a lovely anon, so thank you!! again not very proud of this one (i was half asleep making it idfk how i thought of this) anyway, no warnings, slight hurt to comfort bcs of the prank!!
Summary: The first person to tell me I had a husband wasn't him. It was a stranger. The problem is... I've never met the man everyone insists is my husband
The first time I heard I had a husband, it didn’t come from him.
I’d just slogged through another ten-hour shift and stopped at the grocery store for frozen pizza, coffee, and the promise of eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. When the cashier scanned my last item, she smiled and said, “Your husband is so thoughtful.”
I froze. “Excuse me?”
She handed me my bags. “He already paid for everything.”
My smile vanished. “I’m…sorry?”
She nodded toward the entrance. “That silver-haired gentleman said you’d argue if he offered.”
My stomach knotted. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”
“But he knew your name,” she insisted. “He even called you sweetheart.”
The bags slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the counter. “What?”
She blanched. “He told me, ‘Tell my wife to drive home safely.’”
Every hair on my arms prickled. “I’m not married.”
She swallowed hard, eyes wide. “Oh… I—I thought—”
I turned to the glass doors. Storm clouds overhead churned as rain hammered the parking lot. Shoppers hurried to cars under the harsh glow of streetlights. But there was no silver-haired stranger, no shadow watching me. Just empty asphalt and wind-blown trash.
When I looked back, the cashier kept apologizing. I forced a tight smile and lied, “It must be a misunderstanding.” I wanted to believe it.
That night, I wondered if I was losing my mind—until I saw him.
I’d just locked my windows when a movement across the street caught my eye. Beneath the only working streetlight, a man stood perfectly still as rain sluiced off his shoulders. He didn’t check his phone or glance around. He was staring right at my window. Tall, broad-shouldered, utterly motionless. A chill slithered down my spine as I reached for the curtains. When I blinked again, he was gone.
Morning logic told me I’d dreamed it: the grocery store faux pas, the streetlamp figure—just exhaustion and stress doing tricks on me. By the time I came home from work that day, I almost believed it.
But the moment I opened my apartment door, I knew someone had been inside. My bookshelf—every novel was now sorted from tallest to shortest. I’d never arranged them. The blanket I’d tossed over the couch was folded neatly. Even the coffee mug I’d forgotten in the sink was washed, dried, and put away. Everything was in place, spotless, untouched by dust. Whoever had come through my home hadn’t taken a thing.
I called the police. Two officers combed every corner—closets, windows, fire escape—found no sign of forced entry and no fingerprints beyond mine. “No security footage of anyone entering,” the younger officer reported. “It’s like no one was here.”
I trembled. “That can’t be.”
The senior officer offered a kind smile. “Stress can do odd things to memory.”
They left. I was alone again.
Later that night, exactly at 9:13 p.m., three slow, deliberate knocks echoed through the apartment. Knock. Knock. Knock. I peered through the peephole. No one. When I opened the door, a black gift box tied with a crimson ribbon lay on the welcome mat. I stared at it five full minutes before carrying it inside.
Inside the box were white lilies, dark chocolate, a silver bracelet, my favorite tea, and a bottle of perfume—the exact expensive scent I’d tried on two weeks ago before setting it back on the shelf. Beneath the gifts lay an envelope in elegant, looping script:
You looked disappointed when you put the perfume back.
You deserve nice things.
Love, your husband.
My heart sank. A smaller line, as if added later, read:
You really should stop skipping lunch.
I dropped the note. No one knew I’d been skipping lunch except me. I flung the flowers, chocolate, bracelet, tea, and perfume into the dumpster behind the building. Then I locked every door, barred every window, and slept with all the lights on.
Just after midnight, my phone rang. “Unknown Number.” I stared until it stopped. Then it rang again. I answered on a shaky breath.
“Hello?”
Silence—only a slow, steady breath, the whisper of someone listening.
“Who is this?” I demanded.
Nothing. I hung up. The line went dead. Sleep found me after three a.m., but it felt like only moments later when I woke to the familiar, bone-deep certainty a child knows: someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and saw a figure at the foot of my bed—tall, silent, unmoving. Terror pinned me under the covers as the figure tilted its head. Then it took a single step backward into the darkness and vanished. All that remained was the faint trace of expensive cologne.
Morning brought no comfort. I resigned from my job, ended my lease, bought a burner phone, deleted every social account, closed my bank cards, and moved eight hundred miles away. New city, new apartment, new furniture, new routine—I even cut my hair. For three blissful weeks, nothing happened. No calls, no gifts, no silhouettes under streetlights. I laughed again and began sleeping with the lights off.
Then one afternoon at a café near my new office, the barista beamed as she handed me a coffee. “Oh! Your husband already picked up your latte.”
My hand went limp. “My what?”
“The silver-haired gentleman,” she said, nodding toward the window. “He just left.”
My blood froze. Outside, the sidewalk was empty. I raced home, double- and triple-locking every door, scouring every room. It was spotless—just as before.
That night, my phone buzzed with an Unknown Number. I blocked it. Five seconds later—another. Block. Again and again until thirty-seven numbers lit my screen. Then silence. Relief flooded me, and I crawled into bed…until I heard it: a floorboard creaking in the living room, then slow, deliberate footsteps moving toward my bedroom door.
Heart hammering, I fumbled for the handgun I’d stashed in my bedside drawer. The footsteps stopped. Outside my door, there was one breathless moment—then a click, and the doorknob turned.
I threw the door open to an empty hallway. Confused, I stepped back into my room. The door behind me closed itself.
He was there.
Taller than I’d expected, silver hair glinting in the moonlight, crimson eyes fixed on me with unsettling warmth. He wore a flawless black coat and leather gloves, as if dressed for a special evening rather than breaking in. His gaze flicked to the gun in my hand and back to my face, and then he smiled—not cruelly, but with profound relief, as though seeing me safe had washed away his own weeks of worry.
I barely found my voice. “Who are you?”
He looked pained, as if I’d asked something impossible. “You don’t recognize me?”
His confusion and that soft sorrow in his eyes were heart-wrenching—and terrifying.
"I was afraid of that."
He took one slow step forward. The floorboard beneath him didn't creak.
I raised the gun.
"Don't move!"
He stopped immediately. Hands open at his sides, fingers spread, palms facing me. The gesture was practiced. Familiar. Like he'd done it before—with me specifically.
"My name is Sylus."
Something about the way he said it. Like correcting a mistake.
"I don't care who you are."
"You will."
My pulse was loud in my ears. The gun felt suddenly very light.
"How did you get in here?"
He reached into his coat pocket. I watched his elbow, not his face—the way you're supposed to. My finger found the trigger's resistance.
His hand came back out holding something small and silver.
My apartment key.
The spare. The one I kept in the back of the kitchen drawer, underneath the takeout menus, behind the rubber bands. The one no one knew about.
He turned it slowly between two fingers, the way you'd turn a coin. Unhurried.
"You hide things in predictable places, kitten.”
The room felt smaller.
"Stay the hell away from me."
"I can't."
His voice was soft. Not the softness of someone trying to deceive—the softness of someone trying not to startle a bird back into flight.
"I've already lost you once and I refuse to lose you again.”
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Something shifted in his expression. Not anger. Something worse.
Confusion.
Genuine confusion, as though I'd said something that didn't make sense.
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's true!"
His smile faltered. Just briefly—a crack in a wall, quickly mortared over. When it came back it was the same smile, only heavier. Carrying something.
"You really don't remember."
"Remember what?"
"Our life." He said it the way you'd say *the sun.* A thing that simply existed.
I didn't speak.
"Our home." A step closer. "Our wedding."
"No."
"Our promises."
"No—stop—"
"You are not my husband!"
He went still. His eyes moved across my face the way you read something you've read before, searching for the line where you left off. Looking for the version of me he recognized. Finding only a stranger wearing my face.
He exhaled.
"I was hoping your memories would come back on their own."
The gun was shaking. I realized distantly that my hands were shaking.
"What memories? There are no memories. I have never seen you before in my life."
He smiled again. The same patient, terrible smile.
"We'll make new ones. Just be patient."
It was the gentleness that undid me. There was no menace in his voice, no performance of threat—just the quiet, load-bearing certainty of a man who had already decided how this ended. A man who was not afraid of the gun because he did not believe I would use it on him. A man who looked at me the way you look at someone who is confused and frightened and simply needs time.
He took one final step. The distance between us became something I could measure in breath.
His eyes were crimson. Not dramatically, not like a costume—just a deep, dark red, the color of old wood or dried roses, and they had not left mine since he walked in.
"I finally found you, sweetie."
The word landed like a stone dropped into still water.
And then, from the front of the apartment, came a sound.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4. Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
The limo you and Sylus rode was spacious. Top of the line. Even with all of the space, Sylus sat right next to you. One arm resting behind you and the other holding the tablet for you two. He had pulled up the map of the building the two of you would be in and was discussing the route you would need to take.
"Someone will come grab us when the auction starts." Sylus says as he puts the tablet to the side. "So until then, we can enjoy ourselves."
You raised an eyebrow. "And how does the famed Onychinus leader enjoy himself at a gala?"
"You'll get front row seats to help you answer that question." He was curling a strand of hair with the hand behind you.
You had put your hair in a half up with braids running along the sides that led to a small bun. Your makeup was simple so as not to look too garish with your outfit, and a set of black heels to include the illusion your dress presented.
Sylus wore an outfit that perfectly matched yours. His red blazer that bled into black. Dahiia flowers embroidered in gold silk patterned on it. A darker red shirt underneath with a black pocket kerchief. His black pants were creased, brand new, and you remember Sylus practicing his kicks to make sure he could fight in them.
Perfection. Was all you thought when you saw him.
Now here you were, leading up to the end of your time together. You would be strong, ready to drop it all for his happiness. Would it take a look? A discussion for him to recognize MC?
You leaned into him. "Sylus."
"Yes, kitt'n?" He moved his arm to around your waist, pulling you in as close as possible.
You laid your head against his chest, taking a moment to listen to his heartbeat. "Thank you." You look up at him. Placing one hand on his leg and the other on the hand that was around your waist.
He hummed. "You'll need to be specific sweetie."
"My life before all of this was...depressing." You entangle your fingers with his. "I didn't have anything really. My family is far away and the people around me never really cared for me." You speak, of course, of your life before the game. How you were constantly taken advantage of. Family far away and friends abandoning you at the drop of a hat.
"And then I met you." You close your eyes as you remember meeting him in the game. "I know it was messy. But it snapped me out of it all. Made me realize that I was worth something, that I could find someone that made me feel..." You open your eyes and look at him. His eyes wide, soft. You raise a hand to hold his cheek. "Thank you, for helping me."
Sylus is silent. Lips pressed in a thin line as he just stares at you. Something sitting wrong about your whole speech. He grabs the hand on his cheek, rubbing against it before turning and kissing your palm. He looks at your hands, compares them to his own. Yours are small, soft, delicate. He could tell they were inexperienced in combat--no matter how much you tried to say otherwise.
He looked back at your face and admired every spec of it. The patience you took to get your hair and makeup just right for him. He kissed your forehead.
"The night is still young Y/N. Don't get emotional on me just yet."
You've seen gala's before. In movies, books, and games at least. As a little girl, you imagined yourself as a princess. Surrounded by beauty, adorned in luxury, all eyes on you as you danced with your prince charming.
For it to be mostly true delighted you. The ballroom was large, beautiful, unimaginable. The eyes that watched you, instead of being filled with admiration and envy, were filled with jealousy and danger. Your face stayed neutral, but your hand on Sylus' arm tightened slightly when you felt their glares.
"Remember," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "you are my date. I wouldn't just bring any kind of woman."
You scoff, "I'm pretty sure there are very few women in the world that could actually deal with you."
He gasps, as if offended, but doesn't say anymore as the two of you continue inside. Some people came and greeted Sylus, in which he introduced you as his date. Your backstory was an investor, coming in search of rare finds. Something Sylus specialized and enjoyed himself. People attempted to find holes in your story, as Sylus was never one to show up personally for these things.
"If you expect me to enter these places without a proper escort," you tried to sound as intimidating as possible, "then you must take me for an absolute idiot."
Some people fell for it...the others backed off when they noticed Sylus throwing his own deadly glares. After almost an hour, everyone finally left the two of you alone. You had to remind yourself to look refined as you ate and drank. You stumbled with it, and Sylus took every opportunity to tease you about it. You responded by kicking him under the table.
When music started playing, he invited you to dance. He practically carried you the entire time, but you laughed through every turn, spin, swing. Every flare of the crescendo brought you closer to him, and by the end of it you felt breathless.
After the song you excused yourself to the restroom. Needing a slight break from the noise and to freshen up. While washing your hands a waitress came in. She looked at you, before locking the door behind you.
Panic rose in your throat, reaching for your clutch that hid the gun Sylus loaned to you. She walked towards you quickly, and you prepared yourself to fight.
"Y/N!" the waitress, who you realized now was M/C, practically shouted as she gave you a tight hug.
Your heart leaped, you dropped your clutch. Hesitating for just a moment before returning the hug back. She was filled with warmth, but everything just felt cold.
She finally pulled away, "I'm so happy you're okay. You have no idea how worried everyone was." Her face is nothing but truth. She looks you over. "You look amazing! When you said you had someone backing you, you really meant it. Who is he?"
You open your mouth, wanting to speak. Nothing comes out. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to work it all up and force it out.
"It must be a real secret." MC interrupts your thoughts. "Here, I need to give you this." She hands you a ring with a simple stone, grabbing your right hand and slipping it on your middle finger. It readjusts itself to fit perfectly on you.
"The stone is actually a button." MC explains. "They should be starting the auction soon. We know the protocores are here, we just don't know where. When you find them, press the stone and it will give us your location." She looks to you, and you nod in acknowledgement. "Don't fight alone. Me and everyone else are here for you."
She gives you one last hug before unlocking the bathroom and running out. You lose the strength in your legs, catching yourself on the bathroom sink before falling onto your knees.
She's here.
She's here.
You have to do it.
Do you though?
The story can't continue unless you bring them together!
"Why?" It comes out in a whimper. "Why can't it just be me."
Your hands are in tight fists, knuckles white, nails digging into your skin. You bite down harder on your lip, trying to stop the tears. You still have a job to do.
You pull yourself up using the sink. You don't dare to look at yourself in the mirror. You stand up straight, straighten your dress, and walk out. But when you open the door...Sylus is there, leaning on the opposite wall.
this is gonna sound weird but sylus lovers listen to me on this one i have an idea for the tired/overworked girlies but this might not resonate its a bit freeky
cw nsfw for dragon sylus, dom leaning sylus sub leaning reader.. COULD be taken as dubcon but like idk idk idk
here are some like... caretakerish/protectiveish dragon sylus hcs i have... i can elaborate..
dragon sylus after he scoops you away from your stressful life.. hm..
dragon sylus who gives you a some ancient draconic mark that ties you to him.. allows him to read your mind and understand what you are thinking.. hm...
dragon sylus who's mark makes you quite soft and pliant for him... you let him feed you warm meals and desserts that you neglected yourself from enjoying before.. and expensive meals you never even heard of...
dragon sylus who's pheromones smell so so so SOOO relaxing to you... presses you right against him and puts your face softly into his neck and 5 minutes later its all honk shoo mimimis from you in his soft cool bedding with nothing but the sound of forest and the fireplace and his soft rumbly voice against your ear.. when he wants you to really sleep he'll talk of ancient stories..
sometimes though... he'll say other things to fluster you... see if he can get your little thighs to rub against eachother so that he have an excuse to start...hm... hm..
dragon sylus.. whos cum is so virile that when its settled deep into your womb the first time he takes you, it almost nurses your body into safety, telling it thats it safe... making you crave more food... less anxious...
NO I SHOULD STOP THEY'LL TAKE ME AWAY
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Hii dearr, may i request you to write a HCs of each LIs with AroAce reader? Reader is AroAce but they're not the strict one, like a bit more of Aego or Demi (which they'd still develop/feel romantic feelings but it'll take a lot of work and times), how would they react or treat reader with that info? Thank you!
Hope it's not too hard for you to write it 💗
Gardener - OFC I hope I do this right for you! I did do some extra research on both Aego and Demi, so I hope I dont offend anyone. These are all established relationships too! Its just their reaction to the information (*^￢^*)
Xavier -
When you first told him, he acted like it was casual information (cuz it is). But in only hours after you told him, he was being more cautious about touching you like he was scared of making you uncomfortable. So when you two were trying to watch a movie, and he decided to sit all the way on the other side of the couch, that's when you asked him about it
"Xav, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean.."
"You're all the way across the couch, you haven't made any sort of physical contact with me for hours. And thats not like you."
"I'm just trying to be careful."
That's when it clicked, and you had almost laughed at him. "That's..not what that means."
"Wha—?"
His confused face made you feel a little bad, but it was still funny to see him so in awe. "You can still cuddle me, Xav. Come here."
He had never jumped into your arms so quick.
Zayne -
Part of me feels like he'd know, but it'd still catch him off guard when you confirm it. Like he'd probably confuse it with another sexuality/romantic attraction before you tell him. He'd be shocked (cuz he got it wrong) before immediately doing more research into it and what it means, he'd also look into how people with other Aro/Demi/Aego partners treat their lovers, but he'd do even more of that research with you. Just to make sure he's gotten everything right! (He's just being cautious, his whole profession is based on perfection after all)
"Is this okay?" He'd ask, wrapping his arms around your waist, "Most of the websites I looked into said that it shouldn't change anything, but on the rare occasion people stated that their partners were uncomfortable with being touched certain ways, I want to make sure nothing changes for us."
He felt so relieved when you kissed his temple and told him it was okay to touch you, "Zaynie, you're okay. If I didn't want your affections, promise I'd tell you."
Rafayel -
He'd treat it with the utmost respect by treating it like it wasn't anything new. He never pushed you for anything sexual from the start but now that it was affirmed, he just kept doing what he was doing. He was able to give you physical intimacy without the sex. He's waited 800 years for you, so if you were Aro/Aego/Demi, nothing would change after the news.
"Alright..cutie can you help me name this? Still so hard to name my feelings after putting them on a canvas.."
"Wha— Rafayel! I just told you something important! Does that not change anything?" It almost sounded like you wanted a reaction, but you really just wanted him to explain his feelings.
He turned to face you and shook his head, brows furrowing. "Why would it? I love my cutie, and your way of romance doesn't change that. You'll always be mine, every version of you."
Sylus -
He wouldn't mind in the slightest. He'd try to "make up" for that lack of sexual intimacy in your relationship by spoiling you more with money. Literally he's sending you money everyday. You want a cat? Go ahead and buy one. You want a gaming console? Here's his card. You want a 20 million dollar house where bills could cost more than you'd spend on a car? He won't even look at the total. Not like he would normally, but just know, more frequently, any and everything you want is all yours.
"Sy, why did I get a call from my bank telling me someone transferred 75 million dollars into my account today?"
"Happy pride month, sweetie."
"It's September."
Caleb -
He sooooo knew. He just wanted you to say it first before anything was confirmed. He has been your friend for years, and he always catches onto things with you. Nothing changes with him and his reaction is pretty calm, aside from some theatrics. Your relationship stays the same!
He'd place his wrist against his forehead and pretend he was fainting, leaning against anything nearby, "My sweet pips just told me their sexuality like I hadn't already known. How devastated I am!"
"If you keep being dramatic, I'm going to draw you as a femboy."
"What."
Yeah so there was a conversation about your imagination instead..!
Valko -
Definitely the most chalant about it out of everyone. At first he takes it as a "You cant touch me anymore" before you guys get to "You can touch me". He was going through the stages of grief for DAYS thinking that he couldn't be intimate with you physically, especially considering that he loves being touchy with you. That was practically all he did, nuzzle, kiss and cuddle you everyday, but he was under the impression that you were taking that away from him and he didn't know what to do. It wasn't until day 4 of this nonsense when you caught him sulking in a corner by the TV that it had stopped.
"Koko, what's going on with you?" You were much more concerned than anything else, he looked sick.
"Can't touch you, pancake.." His voice was quiet.
"...Valko what are you talking about." It was more of a statement, and you saw the way he perked up when you called his "full name".
"You said that you're Aro..or something like that. And those kinds of people don't like to be touched, right?" The pout on his face made up for how dumb he sounded.
"Thats a common misconception." You rubbed your temple, sighing at the realization that this man was statving himself of you for four days. "You can touch me, big oaf." You barely took a step forward before he pounced on you, squeezing you like he had never felt your touch before.
More stuff - Gulps loudly! Hope I did you justice anon!
18+ mdni | what happens when you use your safe word with the li’s? (separate)
TW. SAFE WORD USE (it’s gonna be diff flowers in this post), ROUGH s, oral (m + f), throat fucking, overstimulation, edging, s toys, anal, spanking, collar, leash, choking, restraints, guys like SERIOUSLY MEAN degradation, pet play, gagging, mention of nausea
ㅤꨄ︎ xavier
xavier’s been at it for hours, slamming his hips against yours as if he had a personal vendetta against your cunt. back folded into a deep arch as he bullied his cock into your throbbing entrance, he was thrusting hard enough that you nearly hit the headboard with each push of his length into your hole, a tear-soaked pillow being the only thing to cushion your head.
“such a dirty fuckin’ girl, already filled you up twice n’ ya still want more?” he groaned, rough hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you shook your head, choking out a sob of ‘slow down’ to no avail.
he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you towards him until the back of your head rested on his shoulder. “want me to slow down? nah, i know you love it when i fuck you like a whore.”
tears spilled from your eyes as you searched for something to grab onto for comfort; the edge of the headboard, bedsheets, even his arm—anything to ground you as he fucked you within an inch of consciousness. xavier laughed as he watched you struggle, pressing down on your lower abdomen and moaning when your walls tightened around him. “say it. fuckin’ say you’re my dumb cum slut”
he punctuated each word with a bruising thrust, finally pushing you over the edge as you screamed out your safe word “bluebell”. his movements stopped immediately, the grip he had on you now gentle and holding you steady.
sobs wracked through your chest as he slowly withdrew from your throbbing hole, sitting you against the headboard before grabbing a tissue from the bedside. he wiped your tears and the sweat from your face before brushing your hair from your face, letting you calm yourself before daring to speak.
when your cries finally morphed into hiccups and eventually sniffles, xavier grabbed the cup of water next to your bed and watched you eagerly gulp it down, chuckling before stroking your hair.
“okay?” he questioned, voice a full 360 from just minutes ago. you nodded, beginning to apologize only for xavier to shut you down immediately. “hey, i was pushing it. i’m sorry, thank you for using it. why don’t we jus’ sit a bit, yeah?”
you nodded, appreciating the kindness and understanding from your partner. xavier sat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he stroked up and down your arm, listing the new plushies available in the arcade near your house to help ease the tension in the air.
ㅤꨄ︎ zayne
you vision went white as zayne drew another orgasm from you, wetness shooting from your cunt onto his eager face as his fingers continuously rubbed that one spot he knew all too well.
his lips attached to your clit, sucking vigorously as his long digits began to scissor inside your hole once more, your hips trembling under his grip. he laughed against your cunt, giddy at the reactions your body so easily gave him. “so easy for me, huh? don’t even have to try and i have you creaming on my tongue”
you whined his name, hands desperately trying to push away his head from your overstimulated core only for him to grab both wrists with his free hand. “you begged me to cum and now you’re complaining?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out only to suck them into his mouth before roughly shoving them into you again. “we’re done when i fuckin’ say so”
“z-zaynie…please, need a break” you sobbed, heartbeat thumping in your ears as you felt another mind shattering orgasm coming. your cries only fuelled his ministrations, climax suddenly washing over you with your legs going limp as uncomfortable shocks ran through your body. just as you thought he was finally finished, zayne began slapping your cunt, drawing more spurts of fluid from your entrance. the cruel overstimulation had you screaming out “lilac” before you even knew it, zaynes insistent movement ceasing at once.
he wiped his hands on his pants, quickly moving up towards you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “hi sweet angel. i’m so, so, so sorry, tell me what you need” he muttered between small pecks, pulling back to see tears welling in your eyes. his heart ached as he realized your current state was because of his actions.
“j-jus’ need a sec” you hiccuped, reaching for him and pulling him towards your side. “don’t wanna stop, just need a breather”
he let out a sigh of relief, nodding and quickly slinging an arm around you as you curled into him. your body trembled while the rise and fall of his chest soothed you, nerves slowly easing as each second ticked by. zayne stayed close to you, brushing his fingers through your hair and taking up the space you allowed him to.
ㅤꨄ︎ raf
your throat bulged with rafayels cock as he rutted into your mouth, groaning when your nails raked down his thighs. your head hung off the edge of the bed, the slap of his heavy balls against your face with every thrust making you dizzy with lust. you felt his length still inside your throat, a large hand stroking the outline of his huge cock over your neck.
“m-made for this, right? fuck you take it so good” his needy voice moaned, palms roughly slapping your tits before he started his movements again. “loosen up for me princess, breathe through your nose like i taught you”
you tried to follow his instructions, lungs burning as your nostrils flared with effort, trying to inhale any air you could. your hands began to shake as you started to push his hips away, unable to suck in any air with his steady presence over you. he laughed before withdrawing his cock from your lips, pupils dilating while watching you gasp for air.
just as you felt your body begin to calm down, rafayel slapped the tip of his length against your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth for him once more. you shook your head desperately, hoarse voice rumbling out “tulips” twice before he finally understood you.
rafayel immediately helped you up, a hand steadying your back as you continued to even your breathing. you pulled his looming body towards you and inhaled the familiar floral scent of his laundry, forehead resting atop his flowy shirt. the tightness in your chest eased as he stroked your back, apologizing for going too far. you sat like that for a few more minutes until finally moving back at the feeling of his body beginning to shake.
your eyes flitted up to find rafayel crying, his long fingers quickly swiping away the tears before apologizing. “i’m sorry, jus’ feel so bad i pushed you.”
you chuckled at the endearing display, pulling him next to you on the bed and trying to ease his overwhelming emotions the same way he did you.
ㅤꨄ︎ caleb
you watched with bated breath as caleb increased the pace of the bullet vibe inside of you, messy cunt dripping onto the sheets under you while your limbs pulled at the restraints he had you tied in.
he’d edged you three times already, punishing you for “laughing too hard” at your coworkers joke. this wasn’t new for the two of you, one of caleb’s favourite things to do being you tied up, begging and crying for him to let you cum. the sound of your voice pitching up while tears trailed down your face was simply music to his ears.
today though, you felt yourself rapidly approaching your limit, body beginning to shake uncomfortably as he ruined your climax once again with an evil grin.
“awww, what’s wrong pips? ya mad i’m treating you like a whore? maybe you shouldn’t act like a free-use slut then, hm?”
the mean words had your cunt squeezing around the vibrating toy buried between your walls, an intense burn running through your nerves as he raised the intensity to the highest level.
“wanna hear you tell me why im punishing you. let me hear you say you’re a brainless cockwhore”
a sob ripped through your throat at the cruel tone in his voice, body twisting as you tried to get away from the stimulation. his raucous laugh was your last straw, the word “sunflower” falling from your lips making him turn off the vibe completely.
you continued to shake as he untied your restraints, massaging the tired muscles as blood flowed back into them. caleb crawled towards you after soothing the red skin, gently laying your head on his chest and lightly patting your back. “did too much, i’m sorry baby” he whispered against your scalp, letting your breathing steady before finally sitting you up.
he wiped the tears on your lash line before grabbing the cup of water on your bedside table, letting you sip it slowly. after he was sure you were fully calm and back in your body, caleb asked you what you needed next, letting you lead his movements in a way you wanted.
ㅤꨄ︎ sylus
the sharp sting of sylus’ hand against your ass had you screaming, blood-red skin tender to the touch with each heavy hit he landed on you.
you intended for the night to end this way, hoping your teasing touches and annoyed glares would be enough to make him “punish” you. sylus knew this of course and was glad to fulfill your wishes, but he was unintentionally taking out his work stress on you as well. the month had been slow and while he didn’t have to worry about money, he still did. he was always concerned he wouldn’t be able to give you the life you deserved, so any time business was slower, his worries crept to the front of his mind.
his jaw tensed as you began to squirm in his hold, trying to wriggle out of his harsh grip to no avail. he scoffed at your movements, stroking the burning skin on your ass and watching how you flinched with every touch. “pretending you don’t want it when i can see how wet you are.”
you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, shame filling you as you questioned whether or not you were sick for getting off to this. your train of thought was interrupted as he landed four consecutive slaps to your upper thighs and each cheek, a hoarse scream falling from your lips before you began to continuously mutter “roses” under your breath.
you weren’t sure if he’d even be able to hear you (he was old asf his hearing was leaving fr) but sylus immediately turned you over and cradled you in his arms, making sure to avoid the sensitive skin on your bottom. tears continued to flow down your face as he soothed you, mumbling ‘what a good girl you were’ and how he was ‘sorry he went too far’.
you let him carry you to your bedroom and lay you on your front, applying a gentle analgesic to the tender skin on your behind. after you were settled sylus climbed in next to you, gently rubbing your back and letting your brain quiet before asking what you needed next.
ㅤꨄ︎ valko
valko tugged the leash attached to your collar, pulling you along as he walked to your bedroom. “t-too hard” you tried to speak, quickly cut off by another harsh pull on your throat.
“dogs don’t fuckin’ talk—you wanna speak, you’re gonna bark like the bitch you are”
you were the one to bring up petplay, asking if it was something he’d be into. valko immediately agreed, listing off the reasons why he’d be the perfect pup until you corrected him and said you wanted to try it this time.
he easily fell into the role of a dominating owner, rough movements indicating he’d been imagining this for a while now.
you watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting until you crawled between his knees before giving you your next instruction. “let me see your pretty tongue, puppy”
you hesitantly stuck out the muscle, eyes widening as he spit on it. you were about to swallow it until he roughly grabbed your tongue between two fingers, shoving another two digits down your throat and smirking as you took them eagerly. your eyes rolled back as he touched the back of your throat with ease, gagging when he pushed further.
you expected him to withdraw them at the first sign of resistance, but valko continued to tease your throat, forcing his fingers down and encouraging you to take them until you felt yourself preparing to vomit.
a gurgled version of “lilies” fell from your lips, valkos eyes widening before finally relenting and letting you swallow down your nausea. he stared in surprise as he realized he’d gone too far, apologies quickly falling from his lips before he scrambled for a tissue to wipe your face with.
you laughed at his antics before stroking his cheek, letting him know you just needed a break. he loosened your collar to give you more room to breathe, moving to get you a cup of water and letting you gulp it down before letting you lead the way.
long time, no see (i waited for you to come back to me) || texts between lads men x f!reader
summary: you finally text them after disappearing for months
warnings: xavier being the Best (and also making me sad). raf being dramatic (what's new). #calebcrashingout2k26
a/n: sorry for the unintentional hiatus :( take this as an apology while i work on the non!mc-verse
edit: AI was NOT used to make this content! the app that I use to make these messages allows users to make their own AI agents so the disclaimer is part of the app's UI now. i will crop it out in the future!
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notes: it is father's day. i have heard this game is great for those with daddy issues, so what better to celebrate than a LADS post. also do not fear. i am working on non-mc!verse soon. please let me know if you have any requests bc i fear i am Brain Dead rn
Synopsis: A collection of angsty Love and Deepspace drabbles exploring the moment they realize the heart they'd been chasing cost them the heart that had always chosen them.
Content : This is the final part. Consider this an alternative ending. Please, read Part 1 before proceeding.
In case it isn't clear, the pink speech belongs to the MC.
I completely went overboard, and because of the word count, I had to split this into two posts. 🫣
1/2
2/2 - Sylus, Caleb & Valko
YOUR HEART IS NOW MINE
SYLUS (Word count : 1,550)
The first time MC met Sylus was a complete disaster.
She had reluctantly ventured into the lawless N109 Zone to investigate the Aether Core, only to be ambushed shortly after arriving.
She was, admittedly, grateful that Sylus had shown up in time to save her.
Beyond that, however, she wanted nothing to do with Onychinus - least of all its leader.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
She found herself returning to the N109 Zone again and again.
And one day...
...she met you.
…
She had come to the base looking for Sylus, needing his help with another matter.
You were standing by one of the towering bookshelves, lazily looking through his vinyl collection while Sylus lounged on the couch with a book in hand.
The moment her eyes landed on you, she froze.
You looked dangerous.
Every inch of your posture was guarded, predatory - as though you were ready to pounce the second she made one wrong move.
A shiver ran down MC's spine.
Not from fear.
From attraction.
One word echoed through her mind.
Hot.
You were so unbelievably attractive it ought to be illegal.
“It's okay,” Sylus said without even glancing up from his book. “She's one of us.”
Your gaze never left MC.
“She's a hunter.”
“Hi.” MC voice came out embarrassingly higher than intended. “I'm MC”
“What is it you need, kitten?” Sylus asked.
You raised an eyebrow.
Then your eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
MC resisted the urge to groan.
She had told Sylus countless times not to call her that.
“And you are?” she asked instead, pointedly ignoring him.
You stepped behind the couch, coming to stand directly behind Sylus.
“Y/N.”
MC repeated your name quietly, testing how it sounded.
“Y/N…”
You slipped your arms around Sylus's shoulders from behind.
“Sylus's woman.”
There was no mistaking the message in your eyes.
Back off. He's mine.
MC had absolutely no interest in Sylus.
You, however...
...were an entirely different story.
Sylus reached up, gently removing your hands before standing.
“Let's take this somewhere else.”
He gestured toward the exit.
MC reluctantly followed him, reminding herself why she'd come in the first place.
She expected you to follow.
Instead, you stayed exactly where you were.
…
MC has never considered herself an introvert.
If anyone asked, she'd confidently describe herself as outgoing.
Until she developed a crush.
Then she became hopeless.
And around you...
She somehow became even worse.
…
She began finding more and more excuses to visit the N109 Zone.
Sometimes she genuinely needed Sylus's help.
Other times...
...she simply hoped you'd be there.
Every so often, luck was on her side.
Whenever she saw you, she'd try to start a conversation.
Ask about your day.
Comment on whatever you were doing.
Anything to keep you talking for a little longer.
You made it abundantly clear you weren't interested.
Sometimes you'd answer with a single word.
Sometimes you'd ignore her completely.
Eventually, you started avoiding her altogether whenever she visited the base.
It should have discouraged her.
Instead...
...it only made her want to know you even more.
She had always been weak for women who were mysterious, intimidating, and unfairly attractive.
Women.
Not men.
MC had figured that much out about herself years ago.
While everyone around her developed crushes on boys, she had tried convincing herself she'd eventually feel the same.
She dated.
She gave it several honest attempts.
Nothing.
There was never a spark.
Never that flutter in her chest.
Never desire.
With you...
Her desire was through the roof.
What surprised her most was that Sylus seemed oblivious.
Like MC, Sylus possessed an Aether Core - his embedded within his right eye, hers within her heart.
His granted him the ability to perceive people's desires.
Surely...
...he had noticed.
Or perhaps he had noticed and simply chosen not to acknowledge it.
After all, Sylus's own intentions toward MC were hardly subtle.
He flirted shamelessly, teased her relentlessly, and seemed determined to get under her skin every chance he got.
That was what confused her.
You had introduced yourself as Sylus's woman.
So why is he pursuing her?
Is your relationship... casual?
If it is...
Judging by the possessive look you'd given her that first day…
You certainly haven't gotten the memo.
…
Despite the fact that they operate as equals and MC has come to trust Sylus deeply, that's as far as she wants their relationship to go.
Since you refuse to acknowledge her whenever she visits the N109 Zone, she has little choice but to ask Sylus - and occasionally the twins - about you.
To her surprise, you aren't actually part of Onychinus.
You never were.
Yes, you're dating Sylus.
Yes, you live in the N109 Zone.
But beyond that, you're simply an ordinary citizen. You commute to an office job in Linkon City every day and never involve yourself in Onychinus's affairs.
…
MC quickly comes to one conclusion.
As long as you're still with Sylus...
...you'll never spare another person a second glance.
The solution seems simple.
Your relationship has to end.
She barely has to lift a finger before Luke and Kieran casually let slip that "boss-lady," as they call you, dumped Sylus.
MC can hardly contain her excitement.
With Sylus - more or less - out of the picture, she finally has a chance to pursue you.
Now that you're living and working in Linkon City, getting close to you should be easy.
Or so she thinks.
…
On her next day off, MC parks her motorcycle across the street from your office building and waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Eventually, you emerge from the building, and drive away.
She follows at a careful distance.
She only knows where you work because Sylus told her.
She has no idea where you moved after the breakup, where you spend your free time, or what places you frequent.
She hasn't been lucky enough to run into you by chance.
Then again...
Linkon City is enormous.
She never expected she would.
…
You eventually pull over outside a narrow building tucked between several others.
You cross the street and disappear inside.
MC parks a few spaces away before following.
She tilts her head back to read the sign.
A… club?
The interior is dimly lit, dressed in dark wood and crimson accents.
It reminds her of Sylus's base.
Only a handful of people occupy the room.
She scans the lounge.
You're nowhere to be seen.
“Why are you following me?”
Your voice, low and smooth, comes from directly behind her.
A chill races down her spine.
She spins around—
Only to find you seated at the bar a few feet away, casually swirling the drink in your glass.
How had she missed you?
“You got what you wanted.”
Your gaze never leaves your drink.
“Sylus is yours now.”
Your tone is calm.
Almost detached.
“Or did you follow me all the way here just to gloat?”
MC's brows knit together as she quietly slides onto the stool beside you.
“I heard... you two broke up.”
Your head turns sharply.
The glare you level at her could cut steel.
MC's heart skips.
Be brave.
It's now or never.
“I don't know what happened between the two of you,” she says carefully.
“But I need you to believe me when I say that the only reason I've gotten involved with Sylus - or Onychinus at all - is because I need his help investigating the Aether Core... and EVER.”
“Is that so... kitten?” you drawl.
MC pouts.
“I kept telling him to stop calling me that.”
“I didn't want you getting the wrong idea.”
“Too late."
The words come without hesitation.
“You're the one I want!”
The confession bursts from MC before she can stop herself.
She immediately slaps both hands over her mouth.
You simply smile into your glass.
Calmly, you wave the bartender over.
“Another.”
You slide your empty glass forward.
“And one for the lady.”
The bartender nods and you turn fully toward MC.
One manicured finger hooks beneath her chin, lifting her gaze until she's forced to meet your eyes.
“Let's see if you can handle me.”
Heat rushes to MC's face.
She swallows hard.
She nods.
Inside, she could practically leap for joy.
It worked!
You hide a smile behind your glass.
You had known exactly what MC wanted from the very beginning.
Her desire practically radiated off her.
Let's see what Miss hunter is really made of.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of Sylus.
He sits alone in a shadowed booth, one leg crossed over the other, a drink resting lazily in his hand.
An amused smirk plays across his lips.
He had known what MC was planning all along.
Just as he had known exactly what you were planning.
He had walked into both your traps willingly.
Sylus raises his glass toward you in a silent toast.
If his kitten wants you, then she can have you.
He doesn't mind sharing.
His crimson eyes gleam with quiet amusement.
Across from you, MC remains blissfully unaware that she is being watched.
Or that the two people she is trying to outsmart saw through her from the very beginning.
When MC learnt that Caleb has a girlfriend, she felt a mixture of shock, surprise, and disbelief.
Caleb?
The boy who has been single his entire life?
The same boy who made her pretend to be his girlfriend throughout high school just to avoid being confessed to by other girls?
And the worst part?
He hadn't even told her.
No.
She had found out by pure chance when Gideon casually mentioned it in passing after bumping into her.
When MC confronted Caleb about it, he looked like a deer caught in headlights.
He stumbled over excuse after excuse, claiming that the relationship was still new, that he didn't want to overwhelm you by introducing everyone too soon, that it simply hadn't felt like the right time.
MC wasn't buying any of it.
She wanted to meet you immediately.
If someone had managed to capture Caleb's heart, then she had to be someone special.
…
MC pleads, bargains, and shamelessly pesters him until Caleb finally gives in and arranges for the two of you to meet.
She takes a day off work, and Caleb picks her up from the station before driving her back to his apartment.
The moment the front door swings open, she is greeted by a bundle of pure sunshine.
“You're MC, right? I'm Y/N!”
Before MC can even answer, you throw your arms around her in an enthusiastic hug.
“It's so nice to finally meet you!”
Caleb grabs the back of your collar and gently pulls you away.
“You're suffocating her.”
“Sorry! I've just been so excited to meet you.”
Without missing a beat, you continue.
“How was your trip? You must be exhausted. Are you hungry? Dinner's almost ready. Caleb's been cooking since this morning.”
The words tumble out so quickly that MC barely has time to process them.
Caleb simply rubs the back of his neck.
MC can't help but laugh.
She has never met someone with so much energy.
After leaving her luggage in the guest bedroom, MC wanders into the kitchen.
She pauses for a moment, quietly taking in the apartment.
It looks...
Warmer.
Brighter.
The gloomy bachelor apartment she remembers had been transformed into something that actually felt like a home.
Caleb had insisted the relationship was still relatively new.
Yet judging by the apartment...
You practically lived here.
Or at the very least, spent enough time here that your presence lingered in every room.
Dinner passes far quicker than MC expects.
She and you talk almost nonstop.
You eagerly listen as she shares stories from her life as a Deepspace Hunter, your eyes sparkling with admiration.
In return, you excitedly talk to her about your travels, showing her countless photos and videos from all the places you'd explored and all the people you'd met.
MC finds herself completely captivated.
You are easy going.
Adventurous.
Across the table, Caleb watches the two of you chatter away as though you've known each other for years.
He should be happy.
He is happy that the two of you had gotten along so well.
But...
A small, uncomfortable feeling settles in his chest.
All of MC’s attention is on you.
He doesn’t like that.
…
As time goes on, you and MC grow even closer.
Whenever MC has time off, she makes the trip to Skyhaven to visit - whether Caleb is available or not.
Likewise, Caleb knows you've started making trips to Linkon City just to see her.
Coffee after work.
Shopping trips.
Weekend outings.
Not to mention the constant stream of texts and late-night phone calls.
You genuinely enjoy each other's company.
Any normal boyfriend would be thrilled that his girlfriend and his "sister" get along so well.
Only...
MC isn't merely his so-called sister.
She isn't just the girl he grew up with.
She isn't simply his childhood friend.
Growing up, Caleb has always been the one by MC's side.
Her closest companion.
Her most important person.
It has always been the two of them against the world.
He isn't willing to share.
MC is his.
…
Eventually, Caleb finally gets a moment alone with MC.
Just the two of them.
Casually, he asks why she seems to like you so much.
If he knows what drew her to you...
Perhaps he can find a way to drive the two of you apart.
“How could I not?” MC says with an easy shrug. “She's just... so likeable.”
A fond smile spreads across her face.
“I love listening to her stories. She's so much fun to be around.”
“And she's such a good listener. Whenever something's bothering me, she always knows exactly what to say.”
Caleb's shoulders sink.
Everything she's saying is true.
“Pipsqueak…” he begins slowly. “It's just…”
He scratches the back of his neck.
“You've been spending so much time with her lately…”
He forces out a small laugh.
“I kind of feel left out.”
“But you come with us too,” MC replies innocently.
“It's not the same, Pips.”
He gives her his best puppy dog eyes.
“I miss when it was just the two of us. Like old times.”
“Am I not important anymore?”
“Of course you are.”
She reaches over and lightly nudges his shoulder.
“I'm sorry for making you feel that way.”
She smiles warmly.
“Nobody could ever replace you, Caleb.”
“The next time we're both free…”
“Let's spend the whole day together. Just us.”
…
True to her word, MC begins making more time for Caleb.
The problem is...
Now she only seems to spend time with Caleb.
You're nowhere to be seen.
Whenever she asks why you didn't come, Caleb always has an answer ready.
“She's working overtime.”
“She already had plans.”
“She's not feeling well.”
“She’s away on one of her trips.”
Each excuse sounds perfectly reasonable.
Yet...
Something doesn't feel right.
Your text messages gradually become shorter.
More polite than personal.
Your phone calls rarely last more than a few minutes.
Sometimes you answer only to apologize and say you're busy.
Other times...
You don't answer at all.
And whenever MC stays over in Skyhaven, she notices another change.
You're still kind.
But the bright, endlessly talkative woman she'd first met is gone.
You keep mostly to yourself, speaking only when necessary.
MC hasn't known you for very long.
But she's known you long enough to recognize...
Something has changed.
She just doesn't know what.
…
As Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, Caleb was no stranger to long deployments. This mission had taken him deep into the Deepspace tunnels for weeks.
The day he finally returns, he is surprised to find MC waiting outside HQ.
Unable to contact him while he is away, she's been worried sick.
The moment he sees her, his exhaustion melts away.
“I could really use a proper meal,” he says with a grin, unlocking his car. “Come on. Let's grab something to eat.”
MC smiles before hesitating.
“What about Y/N?” she asks. “She must've missed you too.”
He pulls out his phone.
MC assumes he is inviting you.
A few moments later, he slips his phone back into his pocket.
“Looks like she can't make it,” he says with an apologetic smile. “She's stuck at work.”
Caleb starts the engine and drives away.
...
Later, while the two of them wander through the shopping district after dinner, Caleb's phone rings.
He glances at the screen before stepping a few paces away.
He answers quietly, speaking only a few hushed words before the call ends almost immediately.
When he returns, MC tilts her head.
“Who was that?”
“Liam,” Caleb replies without missing a beat.
MC accepts the answer without another question.
...
It was a lie.
The moment Caleb sees MC waiting outside HQ, he sends you a quick message claiming he's been unexpectedly held up and won't be able to make it to your dinner reservation.
The phone call is from you.
He'd barely managed to finish his sentence before the line went dead.
You hung up on him.
That tiny action lingered in the back of his mind for the rest of the day.
...
“Babe, I'm home.”
His voice echoed through the apartment.
No reply.
Then he hears movement in the bedroom.
The wardrobe doors are wide open.
You are quietly folding clothes into a large suitcase.
“Going somewhere?” he asks, confused
When you look at him, your eyes are sad.
It is an expression he's never seen before.
“I'm moving out.”
You continue packing.
“In case it isn't obvious…”
“I'm breaking up with you.”
Caleb stares.
“You're... breaking up with me?”
The disbelief in his voice is genuine.
“No need to look so surprised.”
You fold another piece of clothing.
“You should be happy.”
“Now you can chase after MC as much as you want.”
His entire body stiffens.
“...What does MC have to do with this?”
You finally look up.
“Oh, Caleb.”
“You really think I wouldn't notice?”
“The way you look at her.”
“The longing.”
“The yearning.”
“The desperate want.”
“You love her.”
Caleb can’t deny it or even find the words to pretend otherwise.
If you’ve noticed...
Has MC noticed too?
You let out a quiet, humourless laugh.
“I really thought I'd found someone I could settle down with.”
Caleb opens his mouth.
Nothing comes out.
He should stop you.
He should apologise.
Promise to do better.
Any decent boyfriend would.
Instead...
Relief spreads quietly through his chest.
Once you are gone...
There will be no reason for you to spend time with MC anymore.
He's already noticed the distance growing between the two of you.
The shorter conversations.
The fewer visits.
This…
Will be the final severed thread.
You zip the suitcase shut and pull the handle upright.
“I don't have to tell you what an incredible person MC is.”
A small smile touches your lips.
“She's lucky to have someone who loves her as much as you do.”
“I hope... it works out between the two of you.”
“I'll be rooting for you.”
Caleb's chest tightens.
Every word you say is sincere.
You pick up your suitcase and step closer.
“Thank you for everything, Caleb.”
“For what it's worth…”
“Our time together was nice.”
You rise onto your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Then you walk past him, quietly closing the apartment door behind you.
…
MC finally manages to get in contact with you and persuades you to meet up with her.
The two of you sit on a bench overlooking the lake in one of Skyhaven's parks, each holding a warm cup of tea.
“Caleb told me the two of you broke up,” MC says, breaking the silence.
“Mind telling me why?”
You don't like lying.
But telling her the truth would mean exposing Caleb's feelings before he's had the chance to confess them himself.
“We'd been having problems for a while,” you reply, offering only half the truth.
“There wasn't any way to fix them, so I decided to walk away.”
That part, at least, is true.
“Is that why you've been so distant?” she asks quietly. “Why you stopped spending time with us... with me?”
You simply nod.
Knowing Caleb was hopelessly in love with MC while he was dating you had become unbearable.
You were afraid that if you stayed close, one day the truth would slip out in a moment of anger or hurt.
“Caleb, you big dummy!” MC suddenly blurts, throwing her hands into the air.
You can't help but laugh.
“That boy finally gets himself a girlfriend…”
“An amazing one at that,” she winks at you.
“...And somehow still manages to ruin it.”
You laugh again, shaking your head.
“Relationships are complicated,” you say, taking a sip of your tea. “Some last. Others don't.’
You shrug lightly.
“That's just how life goes.”
Silence settles between the two of you.
After a while, MC speaks again.
“Even if you and Caleb aren't together anymore…” she says hesitantly, “...that doesn't mean we can't still be friends.”
She offers you a hopeful smile.
“I've really missed you.”
“I've missed you too.”
...
Caleb is walking through Skyhaven when something across the street makes him stop in his tracks.
You.
It's the first time he's seen you since the breakup several weeks ago.
You're smiling.
That same bright, effortless smile that always seems capable of lighting up an entire room.
Then his gaze shifts.
MC is standing beside you.
He didn't even know she'd come to Skyhaven.
The two of you laugh at something he can't hear.
Then, without warning, MC rises onto her tiptoes and presses a kiss against your cheek.
You turn away from your computer at the sound of the clinic door swinging open.
A woman stands in the doorway, completely drenched.
Water drips from her hair and clothes onto the tiled floor as she pants for breath.
“Goodness!” you exclaim, immediately getting to your feet.
You hurry into the back room before returning moments later with a large towel.
Stepping in front of her, you drape it over her shoulders.
“The kitty…” she pants. “It's hurt.”
Your gaze drops to the bundle in her arms.
Two frightened little eyes peek out from a ball of soaked fur.
You carefully take the cat from her arms and hurry into the treatment room, where the veterinarian immediately begins examining it.
A few minutes later, you return and guide the woman to one of the plastic waiting-room chairs.
Soon, you're placing a steaming mug of tea into her hands. She smiles gratefully.
“Is the cat yours?” you ask.
She shakes her head.
“I heard it crying in an alley while I was walking home. I saw it was injured, so I searched for the nearest clinic.”
“I just... didn't expect to get caught in the rain.”
She blows across the surface of the tea before taking a cautious sip.
“It has a collar,” you say.
“We'll be able to contact its owner.”
“It probably wandered too far from home.”
The woman studies your face for a moment.
“Do we know each other?” she asks. “You look... familiar.”
You find yourself studying her just as closely.
“I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“I feel like I've seen you somewhere before.”
“Maybe on the news?” you muse, nodding toward the Hunters uniform she wears.
“Or maybe you saved me from a Wanderer once.”
You stand and return behind the reception desk.
“I'm just going to need you to fill out a few forms for our records.”
Not long after she leaves, you spend several minutes trying to remember where you've seen her before.
Nothing comes to mind.
Eventually, you shrug it off.
It's not like you'll ever see her again.
...
You couldn't have been more wrong.
A few days later, you're riding the elevator up to Valko's office in the EonCore Tech building, holding two cups of hot chocolate.
Honestly...
That man is going to get diabetes one day. You knock once before letting yourself inside.
“I'm going to start charging you every time you send me on a snack run,” you grumble dramatically.
The words die on your lips.
Sitting across from Valko's desk is the very same woman from the veterinary clinic.
Her eyes widen.
So do yours.
“You?” The word leaves both of you at exactly the same time.
Valko looks between the pair of you.
“...Do you two know each other?”
You walk over and set his hot chocolate on the desk before moving to stand beside him.
“We met a few days ago,” you explain.
“She brought an injured cat into the clinic.”
Immediately, she perks up.
“How's the kitty doing?”
You smile.
“Much better. The injuries turned out to be minor.”
“The owner picked him up the following morning.”
Relief washes across MC's face.
Valko clears his throat.
“Y/N, this is MC.”
“MC, this is Y/N…”
He pauses briefly.
“...My friend.”
Recognition suddenly clicks into place. So this is MC.
The hunter you'd briefly crossed paths with the last time you visited Valko at work.
You lean closer and lower your voice.
“MC... as in…”
You don't even finish the question.
“Yes,” Valko whispers.
His fated mate.
You straighten with a polite smile.
“Well... I'll leave you two to it.”
You turn toward the door.
“Don't go!” MC's voice stops you in your tracks.
You glance back, surprised.
Even Valko looks caught off guard.
“I mean…” MC stammers, cheeks warming slightly.
“You're not interrupting anything.”
She offers you a slightly embarrassed smile.
“You don't have to leave just because I'm here.”
...
You and Valko had been friends for a long time before the two of you started dating.
When he confessed, you accepted without hesitation.
You have always loved Valko.
Then one day, MC walked into his office.
As it turned out, she was his fated mate.
And just like that, your relationship came to an end.
Neither of you wanted to erase the other from your life, so you agreed to remain friends.
You expected it to be awkward.
Painful.
You were certain it wouldn't work.
Instead...
It was surprisingly easy.
Other than no longer sleeping together, very little changed between you. ...
You threw yourself into your college studies and your part-time job at the Nonstop Veterinary Clinic.
Meanwhile, Valko devoted all of his energy to pursuing his fated mate.
By the sound of it...
Things weren't going nearly as smoothly as he'd imagined.
“I don't get what I'm doing wrong,” he groans, sprawled across your dorm room bed.
His wolf ears droop while his tail lazily swishes back and forth.
“Maybe you're coming on too strong,” you suggest without looking up from your notes.
“Give her some space. Let her get used to you. Let her get to know you first.”
Valko lets out a dramatic sigh. “Things are so easy between us.”
“I thought it'd be the same with MC.”
You finally look up from your textbook.
“And why would you think that?”
“Because she's my fated mate.”
He says it as though it's obvious.
“It should feel natural.”
“It should be easy.”
“Valko…” “She's human.”
“You can't expect her to see the world the way you do.”
You have to build a relationship from the ground up, just like everyone else.”
He throws an arm over his eyes.
“Human relationships are so complicated.”
“And whenever she sees me like this…”
He gestures to his wolf ears and tail. “I can tell she's uncomfortable.”
“Can you really blame her?” you ask with an amused raise of your eyebrow.
“It's probably not every day she meets a wolf hybrid.”
“She'll adjust eventually.”
Since that day in Valko's office, you've seen MC several times.
She seems friendly.
Easy to talk to.
And kind.
Anyone willing to rescue an injured cat in the pouring rain and dedicate their life to protecting others as a Deepspace Hunter can't be a bad person.
She'd even asked for your number.
Now hardly a day goes by without a message from her.
At first, you'd found it strange.
Then you assumed she simply wanted to get to know Valko through his closest friend.
Except...
The more you think about it...
MC rarely asks about Valko at all.
Most of your conversations revolve around you.
Maybe she's just shy when it comes to talking about him.
“Maybe she's just cautious,” you muse aloud. “She is a Hunter. Being cautious probably comes naturally to her."
” Valko suddenly sits upright.
“The thing is…” He scratches the back of his neck.
“I already told her about the whole... fated mate thing.”
Your palm meets your forehead with a loud smack.
This idiot.
He'd only known the woman for a few months and had somehow decided the best course of action was to dump the entire wolf hybrid culture onto her all at once.
“I'm guessing that didn't go well.”
“She rejected me.”
“She said she can't love someone just because an invisible bond tells her she should.”
“She said she needs to feel it here.”
He taps his chest.
You remain quiet for a moment.
“That doesn't sound like she rejected you.”
Valko's ears perk up.
“It sounds like she rejected the idea of fate deciding who she loves.”
“That's why I need your help.”
Before you can react, he grabs both of your hands.
You stare at him.
“...What exactly do you expect me to do?”
“Talk to her.”
“Explain everything.”
“Help her understand.”
“And…” He flashes you a grin.
“...Say nice things about me.”
You slip your hands free.
With a weary sigh, you stand and walk a few steps away, your back facing him.
“You're cruel, Valko.” Your voice is quiet.
“We both knew from the beginning that I wasn't your mate.”
“And yes…”
“Ending things was a mutual decision.”
“But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.”
Your shoulders tense.
“Did you ever stop to think how it feels listening to you talk about MC all the time?”
“Or having you come to me for relationship advice about the woman you left me for?”
A tear slips silently down your cheek.
Behind you, strong arms wrap gently around your waist. Valko rests his chin against your shoulder.
“I still wish it had been you,” he whispers.
You know he means it.
But wishing doesn't change reality.
After a long silence, you let out a quiet sigh.
“I don't know if anything I say will make a difference…” “...but I suppose it's worth trying.”
Valko nuzzles his face against your shoulder, his tail wagging behind him.
...
You sit opposite MC in a booth at a retro-style American diner.
You picked this place on purpose because it is familiar and comfortable. You come here all the time with Valko.
Without thinking, you order two chocolate milkshakes. Force of habit. MC doesn't seem to mind.
“This is the first time it's just the two of us,” she says with a smile.
“I'm really glad you asked me to meet you.”
She looks down at her hands. “I've wanted to ask you out myself for a while... but I always get nervous.”
“How are things with Valko?” you ask, getting straight to the point.
After all, Valko is currently listening to your conversation through the tiny earpiece he insisted you wear.
“You know everything about Valko, don't you?”
You nod.
“Doesn't... all of it bother you?” she asks carefully.
“The wolf thing?”
“You're asking an animal lover whether fluffy ears and a tail bother her?”
You shake your head.
“Besides…” you continue.
“You're a hunter. You fight Wanderers for a living.”
“How can someone who battles monsters be intimidated by one oversized puppy?”
You smirk, fully aware Valko can hear every word.
“When you put it like that…” MC mutters. “It does sound a little silly.”
“It's just... it feels so unnatural.”
You wave the concern away.
“Give it time. You'll stop thinking about it eventually.”
Silence settles between you before you speak again.
“Valko also told me he confessed that you're his mate.”
MC bites her lower lip.
“Then... you also know I rejected him.”
“I don't really understand the whole mate bond either,” you admit, absentmindedly stirring your milkshake.
“I don't think humans can truly understand what it feels like.”
“I don't want fate deciding who I love,” MC says quietly. “I want that choice to be mine.”
You nod.
“And I choose you.”
The milkshake goes down the wrong way.
You nearly spit it across the table before breaking into a coughing fit.
Excuse me…!”
You grab a handful of napkins.
“I like you.”
Before you can recover— Valko suddenly appears beside the booth.
“So the reason you rejected me wasn't because of the wolf thing.” He points dramatically at MC.
“It's because you have a crush on Y/N.”
MC sighs.
“...Yes.”
She blinks.
“Wait…”
“Time out.” You hold both hands up.
“Confession time.” You take a deep breath.
“Valko and I used to date.”
“When we found out you were his mate, we ended things.”
“We stayed friends.”
“He's been asking me for advice ever since because he wants things to work out with you.”
Valko slides into the booth beside you.
“That sums it up.”
MC stares at the two of you.
Then slowly sinks into her seat.
The silence that follows is painfully awkward.
Then—
“I have an idea!” Valko's voice is far louder than necessary.
“What if all three of us dated?”
You snap your head towards him.
“...What?”
“Hear me out.”
He raises both hands.
“MC is my mate.”
“I still love you.”
Then points at you.
“And MC likes you.”
He gestures between the three of you.
He forms a triangle with his fingers.
“We become a love triangle.”
You stare at him.
“Do you have rabies?”
“Because you’ve officially lost your mind.”
You smack him across the arm.
“...I don't actually hate the idea.”
You blink at MC in disbelief.
“I wouldn't mind trying.”
Your jaw practically hits the table.
You fold your arms.
“Absolutely not.”
“I have never heard anything so ridiculous.”
“There is no way I am agreeing.”
…
Several hours later...
You lie in Valko's bed. Sandwiched between him and MC.
An: I’m finally settled in and getting back into my groove so here’s some angst for you lovelies :) p.s Althea is my mc and I did my best with Valko so sorry if it sucks #BRINGBACKVALKO
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