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COLLEGE AU 😫😫😫 ok hear me out:

We know that Zayne is 27, Valko is 26, and Caleb is 25. Considering Zayne prolly stayed away from Linkon from Primary to,,, maybe Uni? Caleb also moved away to study, and Valko... Well, we don't know but indulge me on this.

WHAT IF THEY ATTENDED THE SAME UNIVERSITY?

Like it was on accident, since the 3 of them are rlly smart n talented, they were able to attend the top university of the world or something.

They're all in different fields but it's still in STEM, and they probably share the same location, if not the same building (probably not tho).

Zayne first arrived and he's amazing, top student in Science, etc. In his 2nd year, he made friends (maybe thru competition or whatever) with a Technology student, Valko. Two years after that, he finds a familiar name on top of the Engineering leaderboard, specifically in Aerospace and Aviation: Caleb, who was on his 2nd year by then.

Zayne is on his 4th year but since he's medical field,,, 8 years to graduate, I think? Valko's on his 3rd year.

Before Caleb, Zayne and Valko would just pass by each other, say hi, maybe nod at each other, but never really hang out. Until Caleb.

Apparently Valko has been chatting up both upper and lowerclassmens, making friends everywhere, and Caleb fits his vibe so they quickly became friends. After Zayne and Caleb rekindled, Caleb invites both seniors out to drink. One night, Zayne ended up super drunk and the three stumble their way to Zayne's dorm room. Making sure he doesn't die, the other two slept over, and that bonding experience has changed the status of their friendship ever since.

I imagine midterms and finals week are the most fun, because it's 3 super smart geniuses trying to not die from over-studying, and it actually helps because being with each other helps with their nerves. They go to Zayne's room, bc it's clean.

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yeah i just know these guys are always up to stupid shit in the gym. did we all see that rowboat thing valko was doing with the weighted barbell?? caleb's the type of guy who would go "yo that's sick" and ask to try. so the two of them have a row-boat-off to see who can last doing the exercise the longest.

and that's exactly how they met. one of them approaches the other and they just instantly click, which isn't that surprising since the both of them seem like social butterflies. but from that day on, whenever they see each other at the gym, it's wraps for everybody else in there. they've def gotten some dirty looks from other people working out from how obnoxious they were.

spotting each other turns into giggling like little kids and making fun of the other person's forms, while treadmill sessions turn into who can run the fastest without making a fool out of themselves (it's valko ofc. he's a werewolf ffs). then they'd post flex pics together in the mirror and tag each other on instagram captioned w some goofy shit like "gains w bro @/xia.caleb 😎" IM DEADDD

they also treat energy drinks/protein shakes the same way girls do when they get starbucks together btw: "bro you gotta try this new protein shake." "omg really? i tried a new one too" and then they switch and drink out of each other's tumblers.... valko's flavor is chocolate and caleb's is cookies n cream. it's canon idc.

omfg and don't even get me started on when mc is added into the mix, the two of them will be trying to impress her by lifting 5 pounds more than the other, or by flexing and asserting dominance w who has bigger muscles LMAOO. but she fr doesn't care which ends up making caleb and valko try even harder.

but i think it would be a friendly rivalry. at the end of the day, they recognize each other's strengths and are just happy to have a playmate when at the gym. speaking of which, they've definitely been warned and threatened to be kicked out of the gym for handling equipment wrong.

anyways, yeah. my heart hurts. i want valko back so bad. i haven't been this attached to a character since caleb's release. LIKE LOOK AT THEM!! they would get along sooo well. ok bye everyone

POV: you're up way too late playing games with Caleb while he talks, cracks the dumbest jokes, gets sleepy halfway through, and eventually falls asleep 😭

this audio is kinda all over the place, but i had so much fun making it LMAO.

dragon!Sylus who ...

❥ understands that family is ... complicated.

⇢ he reclines on a soft chaise lounge, face relaxed the record player spins a gentle jazz vinyl. his luxurious penthouse bedroom is a choir of scarlets, plush furniture, and velvet and leather textures — a perfect collaboration of his aesthetics, adorned by his hoard of treasures that are neatly lines up in clear shelving units

⇢ his dragon tail flexes near the floor, aimlessly tracing shapes in the carpet. his horns proudly protrude up and his wings remain tucked to his back, fluttering with satisfaction every so often when the music kicks up

⇢ you hate to bother him when he looks so dreadfully blissful

⇢ but who else could you possibly turn to? your family — your so-called blood family — was actively falling apart. no matter how hard you tried to pivot and catch everybody's burdens and drama, it all shattered and cascaded between the gaps of your fingers like fine sand, cutting tiny invisible scars all over your palms

⇢ between the incessant arguing with your parents, a beloved extended family member falling ill, falling out with younger family members who think they know everything and more ... the perfect bubble was popping and the world would finally get more than a glimpse behind the curtain at what your family was like

⇢ no more painfully fake smiles over silent dinners. no more "yes, everything is okay!" -- no, nothing was okay. and somehow it all felt like it was your fault. you clench your fists tightly by your sides, taking a shaky breath in

⇢ "are you planning on coming in or will you remain at the door like a frightened kitten?

⇢ his grand, booming voice shakes you out of your reverie

⇢ your feet move into the room, your toes sinking into plush carpet that mimicked the texture of clouds with each tepid step. you slink up to him, stiff as a board, your fists still balled up as if they were trying to keep your anxiety caged inside of them

⇢ your eyes meet his

⇢ "keep those brilliant eyes on me, won't you, sweetheart? i dont' bite"

⇢ "well," he says after a moment, a subtle tilt to his head as he pushes himself up to lean on one arm, eyes still laser-focused on you, "not right this moment, anyway. seems like it wouldn't be appropriate given your solemn expression"

⇢ you laugh bitterly. "my whole family is biting me in the ass already. join the party"

⇢ he gracefully extends a claw out to you, the slight smile never leaving his face

⇢ "i'm not in the business of dogpiling, especially not to those already in their darkest moments. it's unbecoming and unnecessary. now come, lover -- what is this about your family? are they giving you problems again?

⇢ once again your body moves without you, taking his hand and letting him pull your body flush against his until you are curled up against him. you feel his fingers drift across your lower back as he pulls up the fabric at the bottom of your shirt. delicately, his nails scratch up and down at your exposed flesh, sending chills up your spine. he grins as you shiver with delight, your own hand reaching up to carefully glide across his collarbone and shoulder

⇢ you open your mouth to speak, but it quickly occurs to you that you have no idea where to start. he had finally, successfully coaxed you into telling him when you were having trouble at home. you had gotten used to facetiming him, texting him long paragraph after long paragraph, ranting and raving after one too many sips of his best wine. now, though, in this moment, you just ... look at him. mouth agape like a flounder gasping for air

⇢ your bottom lip quivers, a small squeak escaping your lips. your shoulders sink as you dip your head between the middle of his collarbone, completely lost for words at this point. what haven't you already told him, time and time again? it's like nothing changes. in fact, it seemed that things preferred to get worse before you the next trauma or tragedy -- no space to breathe or heal or process

⇢ you watch as a lone tear makes a break for it, trickling down then splashing on the lustrous red gem that sat beautifully in his chest

⇢ "not a word was spoken ... yet i seem to understand everything with just your body"

⇢ a beat of silence. between sniffles and hiccups, you feel the tip of his tail smooth away a wet trail leaking down your face. one giant wing arches over both of your bodies, lightly fanning your hot face. his thumb finds your cheek, stroking it with a pure tenderness that you have not felt from your own blood in what felt like a very long time

⇢ "i can't fix them for you, my love. i can only offer myself as the family that found you and accepts you for all that you are. myself, the twins and yes," -- he laughs, the joy rumbling in his chest and radiating through his skin to yours -- " even mephisto. we cannot replace the ones who were supposed to support you unconditionally. and we won't try to. they are them and we ... we choose you. i choose you. over and over again in every single timeline"

⇢ " ... please believe me, baby. i love you. i love you so much. if i could devour your pain and pluck it out of my teeth like a pathetic, lowly thing ... i would. i would chase it out of you or tell it to be very, very quiet"

⇢ you smile

⇢ he asks if the wind from his wing is too much. you shake your head slowly. he asks if his tail or his claws are too harsh against your soft, lovely face. no, you whisper with a slight crack. you're perfect

⇢ "hm. as are you," he purrs

⇢ he cocoons you into him, blocking out the rest of the world with his wing until it is nearly completely dark. his hand cradles the back of your head and his wide chest rises and falls against your curled figure. a single scarlet light emanates from above, casting a glow across his and your features

⇢ suddenly, you feel ... heavy. your eyes can barely keep themselves open. you lean up to wrap your arms around his neck and he obliges, adjusting his posture so that your legs tangle, and his body offers a light pressure on top of yours as you drift to sleep

୨୧ xavier

ꕀ at no point of him knowing you does he realize you are wearing a wig

ꕀ you're sitting across from him at hot pot and the steam is probably peeling off the glue a little

ꕀ he looks up from shoving meat into his mouth with chopsticks

ꕀ he pauses. his brows furrow with worry because why is your forehead slowly increasing

ꕀ he doesn't say anything. not out of malintent but because he's genuinely confused and flabbergasted at what's happening in front of him

୨୧ zayne ノ

ꕀ you come home from a long day and your wig is loose by at this point unfortunately

ꕀ he notices right away but greets you properly first, hugging you tight before removing your jacket and shoes for you

ꕀ he then clears his throat, a light blush turning his ears pink, before informing you politely that your hair is slipping back

ꕀ your hands fly up to your scalp in a panic, but he's quick to reassure you that 1) you still look beautiful, as always and 2) it's not that noticeable — the only reason he noticed the difference is because he remembered what it looked like this morning

ꕀ it's the end of the day so you end up removing it anyway … he offers to help you brush it out and braid it so it'll be ready to go for tomorrow

୨୧ rafayel ノ

ꕀ he's driving you around in one of his fancy sports cars, but the wind is lowkey kinda snatching the shit off your head

 ꕀ the car comes to a halt at the stoplight, and rafayel looks over to you with adoration … before his face drops. you laugh nervously and ask him what's wrong

 ꕀ " … i can see your shiny five-head. and thoughts. and hopes and dreams"

 ꕀ you check the mirror. hell. no. you silently yank it back down then turn your back to that stank ass fish in the driver's seat, refusing to make eye contact with him no matter how much he begs and apologizes

 ꕀ matter fact, put the roof back up. roll the windows up. radio off. ain't shit funny

୨୧ sylus ノ

ꕀ it's late at night and he tells you that you might as well take the whole thing off — it hasn't been cooperating at all today

 ꕀ you'd been fussing over it and fixing it all day, so it might be time to retire it. you hate it when he's right

 ꕀ you pull it off and he reaches down to massage and lightly scratch your scalp. it feels heavenly. like taking your bra off

 ꕀ you pick up his phone and start ordering a couple new thousand-dollar units AND some better glue because okay???

 ꕀ sometimes you don't want your natural hair out!!! it's not a hat okay it's a defense mechanism. against the elements. mind your business

୨୧ caleb ノ

ꕀ you're at home playing a very intense game of kitty cards 

 ꕀ you are severely beating this man's ass. for once. somehow

 ꕀ he notices your wig slipping back

 ꕀ not a word is uttered from him as he leans across the table, scooping two fingers beneath the lace line, pulls it forward halfway down your forehead, pats you on the head and then sits back down, face neutral as he hits you with four back to back assist cards

 ꕀ ?????????????Bitch?????

୨୧ valko ノ

ꕀ doesn't say anything

 ꕀ thinks you're shedding your winter coat

☆synopsis: Random Chats between Valko and Zayne.

☆a/n: Officially a SnowWolf girl. Infold better release my man so I can be in a nerd sandwich between these two. 😻

warnings: just fluff, born from my hatred of conventionally male perfumes, check out the notes of these perfumes on fragrantica!

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

when you send a badly drawn picture of them .

♡ xavier, rafayel, zayne, sylus, caleb (seperate) x gn!reader

⟢ tw: swearing, suggestive ⟢ genre: fluff, crack, smau

a/n: yes these were all drawn by me mwahahaha

[ requests open ]

warnings: fluff, i had that stupid ass 'youre so freaking cute' audio stuck in my head writing this, assignments still kicking my ass mianhae

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

You know I’m down bad when I start drawing for fun again after months ദ്ദി( T ᗜ T ) It’s only a small doodle with Valko and kitty MC but it’s kept my mind off things.

sylus had always been more than happy to spoil you, and it was something he was absolutely determined to spread to your kids. they would always get the best toys and clothes, and of course it would lead to them having a taste for the finer things in life.

your attempts at giving them a more "normal" life were unsuccessful, but what else could you expect when your husband was none other than the leader of onichynus?

with you at work and unable to protest him spending too much, he was bringing your two children along to go shopping. with a toddler and kindergartener in tow, it was sure to be eventful.

"f'mama.."

"yes, of course."

"get this for mama, too!!" saya cheered, pointing to various dresses and purses without even glancing at the tags.

"it is very pretty." sylus mused, adding each and every item to his basket without hesitation. with arlo quietly pointing to different items as well, it was no surprise that he was carrying a multitude of bags by the time he walked out the mall.

he couldn't wait to see your reaction.

exhausted but excited to see your family, you were surprised that the base was so silent, and bags covered almost every single inch. wary and curious, you made your way through the rooms carefully.

"sy? saya? arlo?" you paused before your bedroom door when you heard giggling, raising a brow before you pushed your way in.

much like the rest of the base, there were bags from floor to ceiling the moment you stepped in. sylus had saya and arlo sat in his lap, the three of them smiling as you stared in complete shock.

"we gots it all for you!!" saya cheered, waving her arms happily in the air. "hope mama likes it!!"

"this is.." you huffed out a laugh, shaking your head, "you guys, this is all too much just for me-"

"but it's the least you deserve, sweetie." sylus mused, smiling as he let your two kids run up to greet you. "they were great helpers."

"of course you reeled them into your schemes." you scoffed, but couldn't help your smile as you took your family in your arms.

Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel - ♡

This topic is really close to me, since I have ADHD myself and what used to be called Asperger’s but now is known simply as Autism Level 1. So yeah… I’m very familiar with the struggles people with neurodivergence deal with. And I really wanted to write something for those who share the same experiences.

please enjoy... ♡

Sylus — If you can’t stand noise

It didn’t take long for Sylus to realize you didn’t like loud places. Every time you walked through a crowd, your shoulders tensed and your brows furrowed.

Even if you never told him directly, he’d still guide you somewhere quieter — picking tables far away from the chatter in restaurants, choosing seats in the cinema that were tucked away from the box office buzz (or, honestly, just preferring to watch movies with you at home, adjusting the sound so it wouldn’t sting your ears).

You straightened imaginary creases on your blouse, nerves creeping in. You had to attend this concert for work, and it was already draining you. Your seat was right next to the orchestra, and just the thought of it made your ears ring.

“May I?”

You turned to the familiar voice. Sylus stood there, hand reaching for yours. You blinked a few times before slipping your hand into his, looking at him questioningly.

“I happened to get a second ticket for the central balcony. Seeing you here… I figured I should share it with a lovely lady.”

And just like that, he led you up, into the quiet distance where the music softened, no longer overwhelming.

Zayne — If you need to take medication

When they told you you had to start medication, your first answer was a big fat no. Oh, no no no — you weren’t about to take any pills. Not even the ones they swore were harmless and non-addictive.

Zayne listened quietly to every one of your arguments, all your distrust, your frustration. At first, he didn’t say much, just nodding. He’d been to seminars, read plenty, he even knew your doctor personally and trusted their judgment.

He never pushed — only persuaded you gently. He knew how hard it was to accept something like this. And in the end, he managed. Sometimes, when you forgot, he’d even hand you the meds himself.

That morning, you were already late. You rushed into the building, phone buzzing in your pocket.

“You left the pack on the table.”

You stopped, checked your bag. Nothing. You cursed under your breath. No time to run back home.

Then came the sound of calm, steady footsteps. You turned.

Zayne stood there with the bag in hand, smiling softly as he passed it to you.

“I’ve got to go,” he whispered quickly, kissed your lips, and walked away before you could even thank him.

Rafayel — If you have hyperfocus

Oops… turns out it’s not just you with hyperfocus. This is one of my favorite headcanons.

You’d often sit together in his studio — him sketching, you doing your own thing. Hours would slip by until one of you finally noticed the sun had set and neither of you had eaten all day.

If you ever got obsessed with something? He’d be right there, just as lost in it, listening to you ramble for hours about your brilliant project (the one that might never even happen in real life, but that didn’t matter).

By now you’d been typing away at your laptop for hours, back turned to Rafayel. The idea had struck you over breakfast, and you couldn’t let it go until it was written down.

Meanwhile, Rafayel kept sketching. At some point he showed you a drawing — a breathtaking building that made you gasp before you instantly dove back into your work.

“Cutie, I expected a better reaction than that. What if I don’t feel like drawing illustrations for your future book anymore?” He pouted dramatically, hands spread wide.

You laughed, leaned in to kiss him. He was wonderful. And it didn’t matter that you’d probably abandon the book soon — right now, in this moment, everything was perfect.

I’ll be making a part with Xavier and Caleb soon.

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