#yexuan

Aiyin/Ayn

he does not particularly have a high sex drive but he DEFINITELY has a lot of stamina

you know what they say about pianists? it is a fact that he is extremely good with his fingers; one of his favourite parts of his body because of how easily you fall apart from just one flick against your sweet spot. within seconds you are already whining on his fingers, begging him to fuck you

“oh? did you just cum on my fingers alone? hmm, perhaps let’s test out to see how many more orgasms you can give just from that alone~”

often times it would start off with an innocent kiss, which escalates to a passionate makeout and before you know it, you’re already tossed onto the bed with him hovering over you

Ayn is the type to praise and degrade you, but his degrading is never too harsh because he sees you as his treasure and would never want to do anything to harm you

which brings me to my next point of how he would never hit you during intercourse unless you ask him when he is in an experimental mood. he might agree to try it out but he would never take it too far

unless you are being a brat, he would not restrain himself from punishing you, either by edging or overstimulation because Ayn definitely is into both of them

Ayn is known to be protective most of the time and would easily get jealous. whenever you accompany him to lavish parties he has to go for the sake of his career, he would bring you along as his partner. but once he notices anyone settling their eyes on you for far too long, he is going to pull you into an empty room and- (im sure you guys know where it’s going)

“keep quiet, my dearest, you wouldn’t want others to hear how you are moaning like a whore on my cock, would you? you’re doing so well taking all of me, darling~”

despite telling you to keep quiet, he would purposely angle his hips to hit against your g-spot continuously, causing you to struggle with keeping your volume down. truth to be told, he does that just so whatever unfortunate soul lingering nearby would know you belong to him <3

most of the time it is the passionate lovemaking, he would go hard and fast, enjoying how you would whine and squirm under him in pleasure while he press heated kisses on your neck, cooing on what a good girl you are as he pounds you into the mattress

if you can’t tell, he has a bit of a thing for exhibitionism, whatever it’s called. but don’t worry, you two would never get caught because he would tell his bodyguards to make sure no one disturbs the both of you

^^ he likes quickies and is often teasing you to make you aroused. there was once where you visited him backstage to encourage him for his performance. “i don’t need any sort of encouragement.” he would say, and smirk at you. “unless you are offering that sort of encouragement?~”

- DOM DOM DOM. he’d bottom for you if you want to, but the moment you falter he’s taking over

- the first time you cry from how good it feels, he panics until you tell him it’s because you were feeling good, he would then aim to make you cry everytime you both are at it

Luchen/Alkaid

soft dom!!!

Alkaid is quite vanilla but if you want to experiment with something new, he wouldn’t be opposed to it as long as it is not too extreme

He is an attentive lover and will take note of what you like and where all your sensitive spots are

He is soft and gentle with you however if you wish to, he would love to do it rough. you just have to ask nicely <3

He can be a bit teasing in bed at times and would prefer edging than overstimulation. However the moment you pout and whine at him, he is already ready to stop and indulge in all of your desires

“You’re feeling good? Where? Here?” He would ask with an innocent tone as he would purposely avoid thrusting into your sweet spot, causing you to whine and pout at him as he chuckles, leaning forward to wrap you in his arms as he bottoms out inside of you. “You’re so adorable, I can never resist you.”

He would not want to cause you pain however he might try out with bondage and perhaps simple toys like the vibrator to use on you to make it more exciting

He loves to praise you! He would never degrade you in bed, even if he did, the way his honey-like voice whispers into your ear would make you believe he isn’t actually degrading you

Definitely loves to dirty talk to you in bed, murmuring against your neck about how good you feel and what a good girl you are for him while you lie under him moaning at every deep thrust he delivers, expertly aiming for your sweet spot

“Are you going to cum, darling? Come on, let go for me, my angel. Such a good girl for me~”

Unfortunately because you both have cats, it could be a little hard to find some alone time in bed but don’t worry! Alkaid makes it up to you by spoiling you with as many hugs and kisses as you’d like!

Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) he is quite good with his tongue, there was once where he made you climaxed with his tongue alone for 3 times in a row without stopping, ignoring your cries in overstimulation. Alkaid would look at you sympathetically and gently rub your thighs as an apology. “I’m sorry dear, but you taste so good. Just cum one more time for me, okay?” He would say softly with a slight smile to comfort you before eating you out as if you were his last meal

Luoxia/Lars

Lars has the highest drive amongst all of the boys

He and Ayn have a lot of stamina, the most out of the others

If you are dating him, get ready to have a lot of quickies. Man is a CEO and is often times busy and so do not have time to give you the passionate lovemaking he wishes to give

You both would be doing it mostly at home or in his office

There were many times where, as a good girlfriend you are, brought him bento lunch to his office in case he forgot to eat. He’s happy to see you <3 and would ask you to feed him. It would somehow escalate to you sucking him under his desk while he works or even to fucking you over the desk, telling you to keep quiet

Which brings me to my next point that he gets turned on by the thought of getting caught. Of course he would never allow that to happen, after all your cute lovedrunk expression is reserved for his eyes and only his

“Princess, you don’t want to get caught, do you? Then i would suggest that you keep your volume down as i fuck you, alright?”

Lars definitely has a thing for breeding. He values familial bonds a lot and it wont be surprising when he talks about how much he wants to start a family with you. Often he would ask if he could cum inside of you, which you would agree to most of the times especially during quickies so you both won’t make a mess. Unfortunately the sight of seeing your combined fluids leaking out of your used hole is enough to get him hard again and end up going for 2 or more rounds

Another tease in bed. As much as he likes to see how needy you are for him, as a gentleman, he is more than happy to fulfil all of your desires. He would often tease you by changing his pace, at one time he would go fast and rough and purposely slow down once you’re at your climax, or when you tell him to slow down, he would purposely fasten his pace

He praises you a lot. Often calls you nicknames like princess, darling

Dom! It is a bit of a challenge to make him be submissive for you but he would allow you to be the one on top if you’d like to. When he notices your pace faltering as you ride him, he would smirk at you as his fingers caresses your hips. “Oh? Is my baby tired already? That’s a pity, I was just about to fill you up with my seed. You want that, don’t you?” His words would either make you eagerly start bouncing on him again or whine as you roll your hips against his, depending on how much energy you have left. He would then hold your hips in place so you won’t squirm as he thrusts upwards in an unrelenting pace, making you gasp in pleasure

Given that he is more mature, he definitely has experience in bed, however he is not the playboy you might think he is. He wants to treat you right and make sure you feel loved.

Have you seen how tall he is? 189cm. He definitely has a size kink. He loves how he towers over you or how in bed his body could easily envelope your smaller stature in a mating press as he is pounding you into the bed while you could only helplessly moan and whine under him

“My good girl can take all of me, right? That’s it. You feel so tight around me~”

Silan/Clarence

Clarence is super duper romantic and he would do anything just to make you feel good <3

Vanilla 100%

If you want to try something kinkier, he would agree but nothing that will cause you pain.

Most often times he will go deep and slow, causing you softly whine his name in pleasure as he murmurs praises into your ear

To be honest, the only experience he has is from books. He is more of the innocent type and was unsure of what to do during his first time with you. Sure, he has read some erotic writings before but he has never been with anyone this intimate before

He will always ask for your consent before proceeding. He just wants to make sure you’re comfortable!

“Ngh~ I-Is this position okay? It’s not too uncomfortable, is it? Good? Alright, I just wanted to make sure, darling”

He secretly likes doing it in front of mirrors or in a position where he can see your face (missionary is a go-to) so that he could watch your every expression to make sure he is doing well. Partly also because he likes to see how good you feel, it riles him up more and would thrust into you harshly all of a sudden which makes you gasp.

Switch vibessss. As mentioned before, he is willing to try anything with you. He does not really care about who is the more dominant one. Even if that means he is bottoming to you, he is chill with it. However everytime you insist on paying attention to him, pulling orgasms again and again from him while having just one or two yourself, he will insist on returning the favour

“P-please, wanna make you feel good too, my love. Wanna make you feel at least a hundred times better~”

He is not particularly very needy, most of the time it would be initiated by you or during a significant event, like your birthday

He spoils you a lot in bed if you can’t tell. He gives in to every single plea and does his best to make you feel good

Yexuan/Cael

Even though Cael has been alive for a super long time, he actually has no idea how to go about this, after all these feelings for you are pretty foreign to him and he is still learning about how to love you better. Often times you might catch him reading some romance novels just so he can learn how to treat you like a lover

In conclusion, you are his first

He is has the least sex drive, being alive for so long and not having a partner with him already says a lot. He can survive without it, but after meeting you, he craves for physical affection a little more.

He. Definitely. Holds. Hands. During. Sex.

He is innocent when it comes to the bedroom, his actions might come across as awkward as he had researched about it in advance but this whole situation is unfamiliar to him. However he is very attentive, memorising every sensitive spot of yours

Switch! He does not mind topping or bottoming. However I feel he is more of a service top. Like Clarence, he just wants to make you feel good <3

He would constantly ask if what he was doing is okay and also asks for consent, he just wants you to be comfortable and does not want to hurt you at all. Though sometimes his timing when asking them seem to be on purpose…

As he is thrusting into you at a fast pace (at your request), his tip hitting your sweet spot at that one angle every single time, he leans in to your ear, his hands finding yours to intertwined your fingers together. “Haah~ d-does this feel good? Do you- want to go faster?” Breathing into your ear while you moan loudly in response, making him chuckle, “I take it as a yes”

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So when he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar room, he can't stop his chest twisting in slight annoyance. But when he soon realizes that he can move around with ease and at will, he calms down.

He tries to get out of this dream, searching for a quick way for his spirit to escape, but quickly finds out that he can't do that. Some other spirit seems to be tying his own to this dream. So instead of getting frustrated, Cael takes the opportunity to look around. At least this time, he has the freedom of movement, he is grateful for that at least.

Scanning the area, he takes the liberty to take in his surroundings. It's early in the morning, and the room is decorated with and abundance of trivial and unnecessary things, such as the wind-chime hanging on the ceiling, the vase of blue roses on a coffee table, and a biological being he has identified as a "cat".

As if sensing his gaze, the cat gives him one glance over, stretches itself, and falls down the couch with a loud "THUMP".

The cat yowls at him as if demanding comfort, but Cael ignores it.

He looks up at the ceiling, sensing that his spirit has been tied to whatever is up there. Climbing up the stairs, he makes his way to the upper floor to investigate his current situation. He doubts it's a dangerous one, but it can't hurt to know.

The upper floor is less spacious, and the owner's sense of personality seems to shine throughout the entire house even more. He deduces they must be the carefree and cheerful sort, but when he catches the whiff of wisterias, he figures that there must be more than one person living here.

He reaches the bedroom, sensing that the spirit is here, and he hesitates in front of the door before pushing it open.

...Or at least he tries too, it doesn't work and he falls through the solid instead.

'That's right, I almost forgot this was a dream.'

That was rather careless of him.

He catches himself right before he falls flat on his face, and adjusts himself awkwardly. Mistakes like that while as insignificant as they are, are a sign of impropriety and lack of discipline in the Empire. Had he been back at the base, he surely would have suffered more than a scolding from his supervisors.

But when he looks over at the other side of the room, Cael throat bobs as he can't help but swallow hard.

He recognizes the people sleeping on the bed.

Cael, a seemingly older version of him, has his arms wrapped around a young woman with dark purple hair. He watches as "he" tightens his hold over her, embracing her, and pulling her closer in his sleep almost as if his body couldn't bear to be apart from her even unconsciously. And the woman in turn holds him with as much longing as his older self does, nuzzling closer into the crook of his neck.

But what has him startled are the lack of clothes they wear.

Try as he might to keep a straight face, his ears start to flush a vibrant red, and Cael can practically hear the blood thrumming in his head, distracting him in earnest.

Still, at least he knows why he's here now. He braves a sneak peek at his older self, and again resists from running out of the room. The more he looks at them, the more uncomfortable he feels, and he'd like to get out as soon as possible.

Cael hears the unnaturally annoying biological specimen from downstairs cry like a banshee, which causes the couple to stir in their sleep.

"Hm..."

The girl mumbles incoherently, pressing closer to "him", and Cael feels his waist tingle with some strange feeling he would rather forget, the skin on his body warming at the same spot she touched on a person that wasn't him, even though it technically is. In contrast, the older him doesn't seem to mind at all, and pulls the blanket over them closer, as if to protect the warmth of their closeness, creating a cocoon of affection.

Still, the amount of indecency his older self has indulged in is absolutely blasphemous. Such a clear lack of indecency makes him want to yell out in frustration, in response to all the discipline the Empire has beaten down into his bones.

Cael wonders what sort of future is this, a future where the he can hold someone else with such care and adoration. Is this person free? Bewitched? The latter seems unlikely, knowing how well his mentality has developed a resistance against such attacks.

He almost feels jealous, envy stewing on the inside for a bird that has broken out of its cage.

Cael hears the cat scream again and the other him finally starts to wake, opening his eyes blearily. His loosened grip in turn only makes the girl clutch him harder, as she too starts to gain consciousness.

Whether they could see him or not in his dream form, he doesn't want to find out and finally makes up his mind to flee from the room. As the older him starts to regain his bearings slowly, Cael slowly feels his spirit being unbound, going back to the place where his corporeal form resides. Back to the Infinite Empire.

It contrast to the dream he just had, the room he wakes up to is cold and empty. Empty in a sense that there is not a trace of warmth to be found, not even on the bed he lays.

No surprises there, his body has always been cold to begin with. But maybe that's not the problem.

When Cael finally awakens fully, he is startled. Hands reaching upwards as if trying to grasp something intangible, but he doesn't know what exactly.

He feels an unfamiliar feeling stir in his chest, making him feel hollow, aching, and thinks it may be human desire.

Desire for what?

Alkaid

he definitely knows very well as to how to take care of you. i feel like once he starts dating you, he would research more about this. after all he is aware that there are such things as periods but he just wants to know how to take care of you better and attend to your every need

literally he will be on your beck and call. you want to buy pads but your cramps hurts too much to get up? no problem, he will buy it for you. you want ice cream? he will buy an entire tub and bake some brownies to go along with it. you want some cuddles? sure, anything for you

he is always gentle even when you’re off your period but you can tell he tries to be around you more often to offer you support and comfort whenever you need it

he offered to stay over to look after you. you had to convince him each time that you would be fine and it was not that bad since you were used to it

overall he is best boyfriend material <3

Lars

it is like the switch in him flips. you think he is like a golden retriever in some way before? well, he is even more like one now

he still teases you a little but whenever you give him a glare, he immediately shuts up

dude is rich and would offer to buy anything you need no matter how expensive it is. and he might splurge a little too much…

once you realised you ran out of pads while you were on your period and asked him to help you buy some. and guess what he did? instead of buying two or three like most people, he bought twenty of them. plus they were in different sizes and brands, some brands were more on the higher end that you tend to avoid buying in order to stay within your budget.

he spoils you too. he is pretty knowledgeable about how to take care of you when you are on your period. and maybe a little too much.

there was another time when your cramps were so bad he got quite worried. but instead of buying painkillers for you, he suggested to make love, claiming that it is a way to elevate the pain. (it is true though, according to google) he said that while wiggling his eyebrows, making you pout and smack him on the shoulder with your face red, telling him not to be silly, though the offer sounded rather tempting-

even if you were to accept it, he is good with it because he does not find it icky at all

Clarence

someone as studious as he is definitely would know what a woman experiences when she is on her period. he reads up even more about it when he starts dating you so he can take care of you better!

he would try to make time for you out of his busy schedule, after all being the student council president and having to study is not an easy task. he feels bad whenever you feel like you are neglected

he secretly has an app on his phone to track your period. mostly so he knows when to prepare to help you as much as you need him to. like when you are nearing your period, he will remind you to avoid or eat more of a certain food because he read something about how it can aggravate the cramps or help to quickly replenish your blood count

another boyfriend material who will be at your beck and call. though he can’t be by your side 60% of the time, he is always one call away. no matter when it is, he will always pick up his phone for you

sometimes you feel like he is lowkey feels like a mom looking after you lol. you teased him about it and he would sigh with a smile on his face, not taking any of it to heart of course, in fact he accepts it as a compliment, thinking it is your way of saying that he is doing a good job as your boyfriend taking care of you

Cael

by now he had more or less remembered what symptoms you face before your period and how you would be during it.

he was used to all of your mood swings and remained as gentle as always, getting any food you were craving and helping you with getting pads, which of course, he buys the brand you always used of the exact same measurement

he is rather busy, after all he is still an art teacher in the school aside from being your caretaker and well uhm, travelling across the universes to different worlds for whatever purpose he has. but he knows you are able to take care of yourself and does not wish to pamper you too much so you can be more independent.

however if anything were to arise, you can always call him, whenever and wherever.

he still swings by from time to time to check up on you to make sure you are eating well and there is no anomaly with your period or anything.

Cheers of his title resound at his arrival as he returns back to the rebel base filled with innocents and murderers alike. His horse totters forward languidly, but he frets nonetheless, and holds the girl in his arms even tighter, afraid that she might fall.

"Silver Knight, welcome back! We're relieved that you've returned safe and sound."

Liam comes forward at the head if the crowd and bows forward with reverance. He's still a tad bit clumsy, and his sheath of arrows fall down his shoulder to the floor, landing with a loud clunk.

Cael decides to ignore that completely.

"Thank you for the welcome, as always."

He smiles back at the crowd, lifting the corners of his lips neither too high or too low, and climbs down the horse with care. All while gently holding the girl close to him as stable as possible.

"But I have an urgent request; bring the medics."

Liam takes a swift glance at the maiden in Cael's arms and claps his hands loudly shouting, "MEDICS! We have a patient!"

The maiden wears a bloodied gown, adorned with bandages covering painful wounds, and the sight of it is only saved by the cape the Silver Knight has draped over her. Her breathing is shallow, and every breath she takes–while peaceful–comes out as a shivery exhale, as if the cold had penetrated her lungs and turned her into a soundless mermaid.

But all in all, she is fine. Her majors wounds having been attended to by the Silver Knight himself, and Liam knows this. He smiles, beaming with pride even as the medics rush forward past him and push him aside.

"That's our lea–ow!"

Cael wordlessly hands the girl over to their healers and they take her away with care, bundling her up with warm cloth. He wonders if she'll be fine.

Liam grumbles rubbing his shoulder, "Goodness, nobody here has any decorum. Ahem!"

He turns back to the rebel and shouts with pride. "Give it up to the Silver Knight! For not only has he rescued the Goddess from the Otherworld, he has also brought her back from the brink of death!"

The cheers only grow louder.

"Hail the Silver Knight!"

Off in the distance, he spots the medics growing frantic as the girl's wounds reopen.

"All hail the Silver Knight!"

In his haste, he must have forgotten to pay attention to her bindings. He surmises that he should have been more meticulous and dressed her wounds properly but ah, would that even matter? Especially since this timeline seems good as doomed, again.

"All hail the Silver Knight! Glory to the rebellion!"

"Enough, all of you."

Just for a small moment, his facade cracks, and the crowd quietens down quicker than they had ever done before as they hear the timbre of misery in his voice.

"The Goddess has been saved, but the Tyrant remains unpunished. Such needless praise is unnecessary."

Having given his cape up, the snow bites into his skin and makes his movements feel numb as he pats Liam on the shoulder while he leans in closer to whisper into his ear.

"The countermeasure for the enemy invasion has already started I presume?"

Liam whispers back, "Of course, sir. We'll catch them right within our own turf."

"Alright then."

He takes his leave.

"Silver Knight? Where are you going?"

The Silver Knight is known for never staying in one place for long and almost always right after returning to the base, he would leave.

Today doesn't seem to be the case.

But Cael doesn't answer, gives Liam one glance, and makes his way towards the medical tent. Confused, Liam scratches the side of his head.

"I hope he's alright..."

"How is she faring?"

Cael lifts up the flap of the medical tent and enters with a wooly blanket tucked under his arm. The medics, never having seen their leader up close before, get flustered.

"S-Silver Knight!"

He dully hears the soft clang of a washbin falling to the floor, but remains patient.

A medic clears her throat. "The Goddess is fine, most of her wounds have already been stitched up to perfection, and the salve you created is doing wonders on her injuries."

The medic's eyes sparkle as she says that. Clearly, she reveres him and his capabilities.

"Silver Knight, it's thanks to you that she's alive."

"..."

He shows no signs of having heard her. The medic fidgets awkwardly in place awaiting her next orders, and stands there for a few good minutes in utter silence before the Silver Knight raises his hand.

"Thank you for your service, you may leave now."

The medic frantically bows in pride and rushes out of the tent. Seeing that she's left, Cael approaches the sleeping girl tucked under a blanket–but it's too thin–so he sighs and replaces the thin blanket with the one he brought over, hoping to keep her warm. The stove they use to heat up the tent won't be enough, and a simple glance down is enough to tell him garments she wears will do little to fight against the bitter chill.

"Are you cold?"

He asks a question he knows she won't hear nor answer.

He catches the long spiralling stitch travelling across her forearm, and can't help but flinch. Tentatively, he grasps her wrist to lift her arm.

In the world of Godheim, any kind of painkiller that could be found in this underdeveloped era are unlikely to have made it's way into the hands of commoners, much less them. As such, there was probably no anaesthesia provided for her during the stitching process.

It must have hurt.

"Did it hurt a lot?"

He leans in, and holds her arm closer to inspect the closed wound. The longer he looks at it, the dizzier he gets and Cael feels his heart throb uncontrollably.

He pretends his heart does not hurt.

"Tomorrow after dusk, the enemy will charge into the base camp and try to kill me. Of course, I won't let them but..."

On an impulse he can't name, he tilts his head downwards to nuzzle into her palm.

"...Would you prefer that?"

Her hand is cold. But at the very least, she's been regaining her warmth, little-by-little.

"If you do, just say it. I'll..."

He wonders how long she'll live this time.

Cael doesn't understand the cognition which drives him to make such foolish actions, and no matter how long he searches through the Empire's database, he cannot find a satisfactory answer.

He squeezes her hand one last time, before letting go and tucking her arm under the fluffy blanket.

"I'll be...back."

As he leaves the tent, he looks over his shoulder to watch her chest rise and fall peacefully in slumber just for a few seconds. But when he hears the sounds of footsteps approaching, he quickly closes the flap and turns back facing forward.

"It's you."

The medic from before looks guilty as she lowers her head.

"I apologise, but I thought that'd I retrieve some warmer clothes for her before the relocation of patients."

Cael nods, but he feels his chest twisting uncomfortably. Fate has never been kind, and he doubts it's going to start now so really, chances that the relocation is successful is low. But nonetheless, he keeps up the mask and smiles approvingly.

"Thank you for your work. Make sure to tell Zack about the exact number of patients needed for relocation by midnight."

The medic seems happy with the praise, but stands there as if hesitating to ask him something.

"What is it?"

"Well, it's uh..."

She bites her tongue, before thinking better of it and shaking her head.

"No, it's nothing. All hail the Silver Knight."

"..."

The both of them part ways, and it's not until some time later does Cael notice the frozen drops of ice on his face.

"All right just as we discussed, move it people!"

Liam's voice is loud, but the rebels that follow after his command are as silent as prowling wolves. They move in formation swiftly and efficiently, hiding behind pre-remade spots meant to aid them in ambushing the enemy. Some rebel soldiers have been stationed in their usual patrol routes to appear unsuspecting in the enemy's eyes while luring them into a false sense of ease.

This is a trap, made to gain the upper hand and take down another portion of the Tyrant's forces. And soon enough, Cael sees the palace soldiers approach.

"Here they come."

The enemy is quiet enough, donning clothes made with white to blend with in with the snow–remaining as obscure as possible–hoping to catch the rebels off guard.

It all starts with a flame.

"FIRE!"

Flaming arrows rain down on the palace soldiers like hellfire and they hear shouts and cries ring through the night. Knowing that their cover has been blown, the enemy forgoes all plans of secrecy and make their way to directly attack the main base.

"Remember our one true goal, kill the Silver Knight and end it once and for all!"

"Rebels! MOVE!"

Out in the corner of his eye, Cael sees a soldier launch an attack on his side, before an arrow skewers his neck.

He will not die today, so he draws his sword and plays his role as a leader.

War is war, there is nothing glorious about it no matter how small scale and he sees those both old and young fall down to be taken away by the grim reaper, blood pooling down and drenching the whole camp with a sickly smell. The smell only grows stronger, as Cael drives his sword through the heart of an advancing enemy.

But none of this really matters when all of them will come back to life again once the timeline resets, so he doesn't have to think about the morality of his actions. Not yet.

At the very least, he knows he is someone foul, as he beheads another enemy and watches their blood splatter on white cloth.

'White cloth?'

He freezes, as he sees clean clothes flutter past him and realises they were travel clothing made specially for the evacuation of patients. They should have all been taken away during the relocation.

Why is it here?

"Silver Knight!"

Zack–the one in charge of the relocation–comes up to him while swinging his daggers at an approaching enemy and renders them immobile in an instant as they scream in pain, blood spurting out from their severed arm.

"Some of the enemies have hijacked the caravan! Most of the injured have been escorted away safely but-!"

Usually, Cael would not care. A dent in his own forces yes, but not worth fretting over ultimately.

But she could be here. No, she is definitely here.

"AARGH!"

Another enemy falls down, and Cael vaguely registers the scene of blood scatter on the ground like blossoming roses.

"...Thank you for informing me. I'll go look for them myself, tell Liam about this and go to the east of the camp. Prepare to immediately provide protection, I'll be sending them your way."

"Orders received!"

He doesn't understand why he's doing this. None of this would matter at all, this timeline is doomed. Her dying now or later would make no difference.

So what is driving him to move forward?

Cael keeps his sword at ready while moving through the chaos and bloodshed, he sees a man with a broken arm kick aside a burning tent to free some rebels trapped under the wreckage, and recognises him as one of the patients meant for relocation. The man looks up and recognises his leader immediately.

"Silver Knight!"

"Go to the east, I will not tell you twice. Prioritise yourself."

The rebel has no choice but to obey his leader, uses his uninjured hand to salute, and leaves.

Cael continues to sift through the crowd in search of her, but with every minute that passes, he feels his heart sinking lower and lower, clouding his sense of judgement.

He feels as if he were stumbling through utter darkness, with nowhere to go and nothing to hold on to, and it scares him.

This is irrational, and unnecessary. She's going to die anyway, she's going to fail this timeline even if he saves her.

"Go!"

He hears her voice.

Immediately, he turns to the source of it, and sees her blocking an enemy's attack with her Illustra, protecting two young injured rebels who look around her age.

Of course, she's still trying to protect others even now without any regard for herself, and doesn't even realise the enemy sneaking up on her.

She's going to die, as always.

Everything plays out slowly, like a static movie flickering on and off, incomprehensible. His actions play out like a frame-by-frame show, every image coming out in slow, but clear, horrific detail.

He sees his hand reach out, and what the blade cuts down is not him but her. He was too late.

Again.

"...Cael?"

"..."

It stinks of blood.

"Is that...you?"

He stares down at her mutely, unable to answer as her blood soaks her clean clothes again for the nth time, but she doesn't care, and stares back up at him with near innocent confusion as if asking;

Why was he doing this?

The enemy falls to his knees, a sword driven through his chest but before he dies, he yells; "THE SILVER KNIGHT IS HERE!"

"MY LORD!"

Zack is here and tries to rush over to them, but the enemy now knows where they are and surge forward to suppress him.

"The Silver Knight is here! Kill him!"

Blades and blunts of all kind move towards them and he holds her even tighter, hoping to protect her with this inhumane body of his. He ignores the violence directed to him, and hunches himself over her to keep her out of their sight.

"Kill him! Kill everyone that follows him!"

Even if she's still going to die, he can protect her from this much pain, right?

He doesn't bother counting every blade that runs through his body, cutting, tearing him apart and drawing blood from him like spilled wine. But even as they stab him over and over and over again, enduring a pain that would wrench a man deep into despair, he can't feel anything else except for the feeling of his heart growing lighter in relief.

She's failed this timeline again, but at least he has the privilege of being by her side in her last moments, pretends he deserves to be by her side.

"Cael."

"I love you."

But she's not as happy, and struggles to keep her grip on him, her body growing weak and the blood making her hands slip across the fabric as she clings to him and he...

Her hands drop down, and she can't fight against it any longer as the light in her eyes fade, death's butterfly kissing her eyelids closed.

"I've fallen in love with you."

He recalls the age where he would spent his free time near the edges of the ruins of the White City, flipping through his textbooks and never quite understanding what "love" was, thinking at some point it was something he could consume.

She won't remember his confession at all but it's fine.

At least he's finally found his answer, even if it hurt less when he never knew at all.

The world turns to static and everything else is lost on him.

The girl sees the clock's hand strike at the axis and feels the timeline reverse once more, and vaguely hears three words echo across the universe.

"I love you."

As the New Year approaches, the nights grow longer and the days chillier, while Harp Island's atmosphere is replaced with one of serenity. Dusting the snow off his lapels, Cael greets the little painter by the door with a practiced smile.

"I've been great! Even if almost everyone went back home during the New Year's, I wasn't lonely at all!"

"How have you been?" He asks her a question out of politeness, but she nods back eagerly.

She recounts her experience to him eagerly, telling him stories about Beanie's antics, and the time she had spent with her beloved. But when she reaches a certain point, she quietens down slowly and averts her eyes.

"?"

He wonders why she's stopped all of a sudden, but waits patiently for her to continue.

"...And I saw you too. The you from the past."

Cael feels his whole body tense up, what is she referring to exactly?

"It was around the time you took me out to the art carnival."

She pats him down on the couch and he takes a seat as per her cue, watches her scurry off to retrieve a beautiful music box with a small statue of her standing out like a fairy.

He recognizes the design.

"I think the future me wanted to show me how much you cared, about all the effort you had put in for my sake, even if it was all by my mother's request. Still..."

She smiles brightly.

"I'm grateful."

Cael feels his heart twist at those words.

But he doesn't plan on worrying her, and responds to her appreciation. "Your welcome, I'm glad I could make you happy."

His response is stiff, and she realizes that.

"Cael? May I...ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"Did you love me?"

"..."

How astute and straight to the point. Never did he think she would call out on him like this.

"Yes, I did."

He doesn't intend on lying to her, however.

"I even told you that once before."

She tries to keep a straight face, but ultimately fails, as her grip tightens on the music box as if she were looking for reassurance, and courage.

"When?"

He smiles, and shakes his head.

"That is my own selfish secret to keep, I hope you understand."

Her mouth opens and closes, wondering what to say next. But her phone rings and one glance at the name of the caller is what prompts her to pick it up immediately.

"Hello?"

Her voice has become considerably softer, the person on the other end of the phone is probably her lover.

Cael idly casts his gaze on the music box, watching as the small statue made in the image of the girl he loves spins and turns around. That same girl throws him a nervous look every once in a while as she continues talking on the phone, worried for him after his throwaway confession.

Everytime she does so, he smiles back, trying to reassure her.

"It's time for you to go, isn't it?"

Her call ends, and she looks back at him with a guilty expression, confirming his question.

"It's alright."

He gives her a smile filled with absolute sincerity.

"I said so didn't all? All I wanted was for you to be happy."

Beanie comes up to bunt his head on his legs, so Cael bends down to pick him up and set him over his lap.

"I got what I wanted the most."

The girl stays silent, ruminating on his words. She wonders to herself, is that really all he wants?

The answer is yes.

So she returns him a pained smile.

"Thank you for everything, Cael."

Beanie yowls, demanding pets and Cael acquiesces to his demands and starts to stroke his head.

The doorbell rings and the girl brightens up, rushing towards the front door and he sees her glow brighter than any shining star in the sky, as she meets face-to-face with the man she loves.

It's all he's ever wanted.

He turns Beanie over to pat him on his fat stomach.

"It's about time for dinner, and since she's going out, how about I take care of it for you?"

Beanie meows happily, contented.

How long has it been? Yexuan does not know, it felt like hours. How many times was he close to his orgasm before it was so ruthlessly teared away from him? Each time you halt the vibrations when you notice him close to his peak, which is obvious by how he was bucking his hips into the air while chanting your name like a mantra. You couldn’t help but gleefully smile at the poor man’s situation. It was just too adorable seeing him all needy and desperate, the complete opposite of his usual calm self.

“Please~ please!” You could hear him whining loudly, his whines were just so pretty. As much as you wished to hear more, perhaps you should be merciful and grant him the release he desires. You slowly walked over to the bed, almost like a predator stalking its prey, keeping your eyes trained on him, ever so often drifting to his length which would twitch with need. You could see the wet patches of tears on the blindfolds, you had to admit it but seeing Yexuan in this sort of position was arousing. “Please what? Use your words” you lowly said into his ear, allowing your fingertips to trail down his bicep, teasing him. He shudders under your touch, your cold fingertips a stark contrast to his warm body. “W-want to cum, please~!” You pretend to consider his request for a moment, pursing your lips together. “Well… I don’t know. You need to beg harder~” He lets out whines of frustration, traces of his lingering pride not allowing him to say any more dirty words, or maybe he just had no idea how from the amount of times he was being edged. “I-i need you, please.” He mumbles softly, his voice wavering slightly with need. This sight was enough to soften you and finally relent, granting him his request.

“Alright, but…” “But?” “But don’t beg me to stop~”

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