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the sickness you foster, your favourite addictions (p.2)

Pairing: Colonel Caleb Xia x Non-MC Reader

Summary: After your brother was killed under the command of newly appointed Colonel Caleb Xia, you swore you'd never forgive the man who returned from the mission when your brother did not. But when you're forcibly reassigned as his second-in-command, you're pulled into a cold war of secrets and bloodstained power plays.

Assigned to spy on the colonel by the same institution that decorated your brother's grave with empty honours, you find yourself caught between two monsters, one who watches from above, and one who stands too close. But there's more to Caleb than perceived cruelty. He’s calculating, obsessive, and far too interested in what lies beneath your controlled fury. The closer you get, the more you begin to wonder: Is this grief? Hatred? Or the start of something far darker?

Warnings: Caleb being a FREAK. Yandere vibes. Angst? Mentions of violence and injury. SLOWBURN. Enemies to lovers. Caleb being a yearner.

Word Count: 5.6

A/N: MC is not a love interest here; she's just a person of interest to him, but more in a little sister/childhood friend way.

I always think these fics will be one chapter long, but unfortunately, I am a yapper and will need a part 3 to properly conclude this without rushing, lol. Sorry for the excessive rambling lol.

Also, thank you so much for all the lovely comments on the previous chapter. I would love to hear yalls thoughts on this one too <3

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Caleb Xia had not come to the Farspace Fleet to make connections. He was not there to be liked or to get distracted. He had a mission, and more importantly, he had her to protect.

Even now, across the stars, across the politics and distance, the only thing that ever managed to rattle the precision of his focus was her. The girl he'd left behind in Linkon City. The girl who used to trail behind him like a second shadow, demanding attention in the way only someone utterly confident in their place in your heart ever could. She was his tether to a version of himself that didn't kill without pause.

She thought he was dead now, and maybe, in some ways, that was true. The version of him she loved had died on purpose, buried beneath classified reports and staged incidents to protect her. That's why Caleb kept his distance from everyone who wasn't her, unwilling to let anyone live in the space between his ribs, a place that was reserved for her and her alone.

It had been easy enough until he met your brother.

They'd been classmates at the aerospace academy, and while others sought to climb the hierarchy, your brother was foolishly earnest. He lacked ambition, sure, but he never lacked drive. He threw himself into every assignment like it mattered, even when it didn't. He laughed at things Caleb didn't think were funny. He saluted too fast, grinned too wide, and never once stopped talking.

It had annoyed Caleb at first until he realized why. Your brother reminded him of the girl he'd left behind. The same wide-eyed intensity. The same unapologetic need to prove themselves in a world that wanted them smaller. The same way they loved too loudly.

Caleb had been even more surprised to see your brother again when he joined the Farspace Fleet. Not because he wasn't capable, but because he didn't have the edge it took to survive such an institution.

Yet your brother remained a sincere fool, even when senior officers tore into the new recruits. He wasn't like the others, scrambling for promotion, slicing through their peers for a chance to rise. When Caleb made Colonel, he congratulated him, but laughed off any future attempts of his own to be promoted.

"Colonel's not for me," he'd said. "The hours are shit. Can't spend time with the people you care about if you're chained to duty all day."

It should have irritated Caleb, but it only made his chest ache because it reminded him of her. That was exactly something MC would have said if she'd seen his atrocious hours, right before reprimanding him for not taking care of himself. So he let your brother reprimand him in her stead, allowing him close because it was familiar. MC thought he was dead and she'd never again tell him to stay hydrated or get enough sleep, so if all he had was a pale imitation of her concern, he'd take it.

And then there were the stories about you.

He didn't know your name at first. Just "my sister" this and "my sister" that. Your brother could never shut up about you. Your brilliance. Your grades. The way you once rebuilt your home's broken heater by hand at fifteen, and the way you were always right.

Caleb didn't have the luxury to care about other people's families when he was trying so hard to protect the fragments of his own, but your name—you—slipped through all his defences, even before he'd seen your face.

Your brother brought you up during drills, after lectures, even once during a brutal training session. During long study nights at the academy, when everyone else was cracking under the pressure of orbital physics equations, he would groan dramatically and say, "If my sister were here, she'd have done this with her eyes closed and still have time to fix the coffee machine."

You were his benchmark and his gold standard. Caleb never encouraged it, but your brother offered you up anyway, story after story, painting you as brilliant, stubborn, terrifyingly competent, and always just out of reach.

Every mention of you was laced with that fierce, protective admiration that siblings often carry without knowing how to name it. This also reminded Caleb of MC. The way she had once looked at him, as if he hung the constellations in the sky and his presence alone could bend the world into safety.

Somehow, in that mirroring affection, he found a fragile comfort. If your brother loved you the way MC once loved him, then perhaps—even in death—he would remain with her. In memory and in grief. If she missed him even half as much as your brother missed you during mere office hours, then Caleb would never truly be gone.

His interest in you began innocently, if such a word could ever apply to a man like him. At first, he only meant to put a face to the name. You had been spoken of far too often, your name bleeding through lips not just belonging to your brother but from seasoned officers with enough awe in their voices to catch his attention.

The first time he saw you, it was in passing, just before some minor routine mission. It was the kind of operation he could run blindfolded with half his team asleep, and most of his fellow pilots were lounging lazily until you walked in.

You came in with no regard for the chain of command, and you didn't even glance at anyone else there. As far as you were concerned, your brother was the only person in that room worth your time.

You shoved a slim booklet toward him with a force only a sibling could weaponize and hissed, "Do you ever check your loadout before you leave, or do you plan to flirt with death every time?"

Your brother stammered out some excuse involving drills, but you weren't having it. You were the very image of exasperated affection, your hands already busy fishing out something from your pocket before he could finish, slapping a fistful of brightly wrapped candies into his hand unceremoniously. Caleb recognized the brand to be the same that your brother used to favour during their academy days, and the expression on your face reminded him of himself, back when he was still in MC's life.

Back in high school, she used to forget her homework on the kitchen table more days than not, and it always fell on him to realize halfway through the commute. He'd groan, scold her for her airheadedness, and then sprint back, muttering curses under his breath, only to return with it in hand before the first bell. Every time, she'd beam at him like he'd saved her from death itself, and every time, he'd roll his eyes and call her a menace.

That was the face you wore now, and it pierced Caleb's armour in a way no weapon ever could.

You didn't even know he was watching, and when your gaze swept past him, it was with complete dismissal, like his presence was little more than background noise. But Caleb stared long after you left.

In you, he saw the version of himself he thought he'd buried with his past, something old and human stirring within him, despite his resistance. He had to know more about you, spurred on with the kind of need that pressed cold fingers to the base of his spine. The kind that made men like him start wars.

Unfortunately for him, you rarely left your sector of the base, and running into you was a rarity, except for when your team had to present projects. During these presentations, you were even more dazzling. You held the attention of the room with practiced confidence, answering even the most intrusive of inquiries with maddening calm. It seemed that nothing could ruffle your feathers, but that didn't stop Caleb from imagining he could do it.

As he rose through the ranks, he earned clearance, and among the dozens of surveillance camera footasge available to his all-seeing eyes, he made sure yours was pinned. Your workshop. Your hallway. Your sector's elevators. He never told himself it was wrong, because how could it be? It wasn't interfering with your productivity, and what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you.

Caleb's favourite thing was to watch you work, his monitors lighting his dark quarters like altars in the dead of night. On screen, you were bent over your workbench, welding sparks haloing your face like tiny suns, sweat glistening at your temple. You muttered to yourself when your calculations didn't align, tongue pressed to the inside of your cheek in frustration. You were beautiful in the way that comets were—all fire and trajectory and no apology.

When a single lock of your hair would slip free from the practical knot you usually wore it in, his composure would unravel. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach through the screen, like they could slip between time and space and brush it aside. Just one touch, enough to feel the heat of your skin beneath his knuckles. Just to tuck the strand of hair behind your ear and feel you lean into him, even if you didn't mean to.

When you began to hum absentmindedly, he wanted to press his fingertips to the hollow of your throat and feel the echo of your voice, to learn your tone not by sound but by vibration. It was worse when he imagined the shape your throat would make when you finally said his name. Would you say it like a curse or a prayer? How would your muscles shift as you formed the unfamiliar syllables?

Caleb wanted to be closer. Close enough to feel the warmth of your breath against his collar, to count the heartbeats you lost when you forgot to eat, to feel the trembling in your wrists when you hadn't slept. Close enough to dismantle you, and rebuild you again.

And all the while, you went about your work, unaware that somewhere, someone was memorizing the shape of you, thinking about sliding his fingers down the curve of your spine just to feel the rigid tension of your posture melt beneath his touch.

Caleb knew everything there was to know about you, and in his own way, he intervened when necessary. He kept your records off promotions lists that would take you away from the base, and vetoed transfers you never even knew were proposed. He made sure those who disrespected you—the overconfident officers who burst into your lab and barked orders like you weren't twice as qualified—disappeared.

It didn't matter that you rejected the advances of the men who dared flirt. Didn't matter that you shut them down with a frown and a tone sharp enough to cut steel. What mattered was that they'd tried. They thought they could have you, and that was transgression enough.

He did it all from the shadows, but he never approached you, because the fantasy of you was safer. Fantasy didn't challenge, or bite, or bleed. In the safety of his mind, you were his, and it made sense to him. After all, Caleb had never been allowed to keep the things he loved, but he could watch them. He could protect them from a distance, even if that distance was laced with hunger, and every part of him itched to close it.

After your brother died, his fixation on you became a wildfire, no longer contained or rational, if it ever had been. Before, it had been something he could lie to himself about. Curiosity. Admiration. Surveillance under the pretense of strategy. A whisper of the past wrapped in the present.

But afterwards, something shifted. The world tilted, and suddenly, you were the only thread left between who he'd once been and what he had become.

The mission itself had gone fine. If there was one thing Caleb prided himself on, it was the absence of chaos. But after the vessel landed and the debrief ended, he noticed the data sync hadn't completed. A minor bug, one he should've handled himself. Then your stupidly eager brother had offered to stay behind and transfer the log, and Caleb had let him.

That was the mistake. The only mistake that mattered. The explosion was timed and deliberate, meant for him, but it was your brother who died, torn apart inside the very cockpit Caleb should have occupied.

There was no undoing it, and no violent retribution would bring him back.

He debated going to the funeral. Not out of grief—though the grief was there—but because he wasn't sure he could face you.

He had constructed a hundred scenarios in his head for how he might finally speak to you. Maybe you'd brush past him in the corridor and offer a nod. Maybe you'd be assigned to consult with him on a project. Maybe, one day, you'd even look at him with something softer than indifference.

But when the time finally came for you to register his presence, it was with naked loathing. It rendered Caleb almost breathless. There was no distance now, no screen between you, and you saw him for what he was. The man who had let your brother die. The man who should have died instead.

Gods, you were right. You should have spit on his boots and screamed in his face, but all you did was stand silently, clutching a box of medals like they were an insult.

Caleb didn't remember much of the service. Just a hollow eulogy, and the way the wind tugged at the strands of your hair—the same strands he had once ached to brush away from your neck with careful fingers.

How absurd that he'd dreamed of your smile. That he imagined you saying his name. That he thought he could meet you and not burn.

You hated him, and perhaps that was the most honest thing he'd ever earned.

When you were transferred to serve as his second-in-command, he hadn't seen it coming, and that alone was cause for alarm.

Caleb prided himself on always being five steps ahead—of his enemies, his superiors, and whatever machinations brewed behind the curtain of Farspace politics. When his previous second-in-command vanished mid-cycle, grievously injured during an unsanctioned mission, he knew then, someone was moving pieces behind his back. Someone wanted eyes on him.

He braced for a spy of some sort, but what he did not expect to see was you standing in his doorway and reporting for duty, his title tumbling from your lips as if pulled from one of his daydreams. You were here, and you were his. The one person he had watched for far too long had been handed to him practically gift-wrapped.

The sane thing would have been to have you transferred. He knew your presence was a trap, and it would be easier to slaughter the person sent to spy on him if they weren't you. But when faced with your beautifully sharpened hate, Caleb found he liked it. Craved it, even.

You were finally looking at him. Not as a faceless officer in a crowd, but as him. Your body tensed every time he walked past, and though you pretended you weren't watching him during briefings, he caught your eyes flickering to him too fast, your scowl deepening when he gave an order you didn't like.

You were hyperaware of him, and that was a gift he would not squander.

No more watching you through flickering security feeds late into the night. You were in his presence every hour of the day now. He could trace the arch of your fingers as you delivered status reports, brush his hand against yours when passing datapads, and lean over your shoulder to review schematics under the guise of work.

You thought he gave you the menial tasks to humiliate you, but really, he did it to keep you by his side longer, so that you wouldn't scurry off to your workshop the moment you were finished. And of course, he liked to watch your lips curl around protests. To see how long you could last before that temper of yours finally snapped.

When you started sabotaging his systems, he said nothing. Others would have been disciplined or stripped of rank, but since it was you, he let things slide. Every time he uncovered one of your petty tricks, he didn't reprimand you. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, very nearly resembling a smile.

If you were plotting revenge, you were thinking of him. Pacing your quarters, teeth gnashing, deciding how best to needle him next. In that way, he was inhabiting your thoughts just as thoroughly as you had overtaken his own.

If you kept hating him, it meant he mattered to you, and until you were ready to admit it was something more, he would keep feeding the flames, one slow, inevitable coffee order at a time. As long as you kept fighting him, he would let you believe you had the upper hand. In his head, it was all foreplay, and Caleb Xia was endlessly, agonizingly patient.

He hadn't meant for the confrontation in your workshop to go this far. Caleb's initial intention was to simply remind you who you were dealing with. To let you know that he was aware of your juvenile attempts to undermine his authority with rescheduled debriefs and misplaced files. He hadn't expected to lose his composure.

But then you'd opened your mouth and spoken aloud the accusation that had been brewing in you for weeks. You'd said the words that had haunted him since the moment your brother's body was dragged from the wreckage.

"All you do is get people killed."

Something inside Caleb fractured, and his Evol surged forward. His hands were in your hair before he could think better of it, threaded through with enough pressure to keep you grounded, but you refused to look away. He was sure to use the arm of his that still had sensation, just so he could feel the heat of your skin, despite the gloves.

He had wanted to do this for so long, even if it was all wrong now. To brush your hair behind your ear, just to hear you snarl. To run his thumb across your lips and see what you'd do—bite him, maybe. To press his palm to the base of your throat to feel your voice catch.

In all his fantasies, when he imagined you kneeling before him, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. You were supposed to be willing. Supplicant not out of force, but from need. Your eyes were supposed to be affectionate, not seething. Your lips parted in surrender, not to curse him.

Instead, you spat poison and accused him of letting the other officers humiliate you. Caleb almost laughed at that, the sound clawing its way up his throat, and dying before it reached his mouth.

You really didn't know, did you?

Did you not realize it was never the same officer twice? That each one who dared to sneer at you vanished? Shipped off, demoted, blacklisted, sent into deepspace assignments with low return rates. Every insult you endured was a death sentence for the man who dealt it.

Caleb protected you, and you dared to say that he let them humiliate you? You dared to question his abilities when it was you who was the traitor.

When he mentioned the Admiral, the words corroded his tongue. That old man had always been a problem, and though Caleb had tried to handle it, he was far more influential than some mouthy officer. Untouchable, for now. So every report he received of you slipping into Harkins' office made his jaw ache. Every minute you spent alone with that leech fanned a flame beneath his skin he couldn't smother. And worse, you dared to lie to him about it, like he didn't already know everything there was to know about you.

The sight of your bleeding palm was another distraction. You didn't fight when he reached out, but your expression was taut with disdain. Coldness spread across your face like a sheet of ice, so detached it might have been a mask, and that made something hideous twist low in his gut.

He had wanted another expression. Any expression. He needed a reaction; a spark of something that proved you were still with him in this room.

That's why he pressed his thumb into the wound, catching the resultant tears that fell from your eyes with something akin to satisfaction, because it confirmed the fact that you could still cry, that there was a flicker of something real and human under that armour you wore like a second skin. He was gentle, but not like a lover. He was simply a man starving for proof that he still existed in your world at all.

Then, without hesitation, his fingers rose to his mouth. The warmth of your blood lingered on his tongue like an oath, and when he pressed his lips together, the blood marked them crimson. It was unholy, and it was yours. The taste of you. Iron and salt. Heat and hate.

He hadn't planned it, but it felt right. To wear it in a way that made your pain now a part of him, bound beneath skin and instinct. If he could not reach you with words, then maybe he could with this strange intimacy carved from grief, proximity, and ruin.

Caleb wondered if you could feel what he felt. That pull in the air, strung taut between need and unspoken obsession. He wondered if you could hear the way your name echoed in his chest like a drumbeat.

Eventually, he let go, and the moment he released his Evol, you collapsed like a marionette cut from its strings. For a moment, he felt sick at the sight of it. The betrayed look in your eyes was one he wasn't prepared for, and it struck him deeper than your words ever could have.

Was that guilt?

Hatred is better than indifference.

He clung to that notion like a creed. If your stomach twisted every time he entered the room, it meant you were thinking of him. If you loathed him, then he hadn't vanished from your mind entirely. But somewhere between your shuddering breaths and the faint shimmer of your tears, that fragile truth began to sour.

Caleb's selfish, traitorous heart wanted more. He wanted your voice to be softer. Your gaze steady, not guarded. He wanted to offer his hand and not see you recoil like it burned. He wanted��no, he needed something kinder than this war he'd created.

Every time he reached for you with whatever twisted shape his affection had taken, it drove you further away. You looked at him like he was monstrous, and maybe he was. But once, long ago, before the Fleet and the mission and the burden of who he had to become, he had been someone else. A version of himself that maybe you could have loved.

Why did everything precious slip through his fingers?

When he left, he lingered just outside the threshold of your domain, his back pressed to the wall. The door that sealed behind him was not soundproof, and he didn't have to wait too long before he heard the whimpers break free from you like a wound tearing open.

It wasn't graceful or quiet. It was devastating. You were trying so hard to keep it in. You always tried so hard to be strong. Now he was the reason you were falling apart.

Caleb closed his eyes and listened. He should have left, but he stayed rooted in place, willing himself not to return to you. Not to cradle your face in his palms and wipe away the tears that he had caused. Not to kneel beside you and whisper apologies he didn't know how to make real.

You deserved tenderness, but all he gave you was ruin.

The next day, Caleb you long before you burst into his office. He didn't even need to look up, because the storm of your footfalls had become as familiar to him as the beat of his own heart.

When the doors hissed open, your presence charged the air, and you didn't even bother with the usual pretense of a knock. Certainly not after last night.

"Why have I just been informed that I'm off for the rest of the week?"

Caleb leaned back in his chair, deliberately unhurried, savouring the defiance in your eyes. "You had vacation days. I thought now would be a good time to take them. Considering your... recent state of overwork."

"As if you—"

"Well, we wouldn't want you to mess up now, would we? Better for you to rest." His eyes flicked meaningfully to your bandaged hand, and then to the dark shadows blooming beneath your eyes.

You took a step forward, seething. "You can't just force me to take days off."

"Actually, I can. I am your superior."

"I have projects to attend to. Work that isn't just mine. I'm part of a team. If I disappear for a week, it stalls everything."

"That's unfortunate. They'll survive."

"Oh, please, do not pretend to care."

He froze at that, his mouth tightening as if you'd shoved a lemon between his teeth. "I'm not pretending. You need a break, and I'm making sure you get one."

"You're making sure?" you repeated bitterly. "Don't act like I'm your responsibility."

"Aren't you?"

The silence between you sharpened, and you glared at him. "You are out of line, even as my superior."

"And you are exhausted," he countered. "You haven't slept in weeks, and you're obviously too proud to admit your body is falling apart, so I did what I had to do."

"Oh," you breathed furiously, "so this is concern now? Is that what we're calling it?"

"Call it whatever you like. Forgive me for trying to ensure my second in command remains in good health so I don't have to go through the trouble of looking for yet another replacement."

That made you laugh, and it was a joyless sound. "You've got some nerve, Colonel. You think giving me a few days off is some kind of gift? You think it makes up for everything else?"

Caleb studied your face as if he could carve the truth from your bones.

"You don't get a say in when I take days off," you snapped.

"I do actually. I get a say in every schedule, every assignment, every time you're summoned or dismissed. That's the hierarchy."

You looked like you wanted to slap him, and briefly, he hoped you would, because then you'd be touching him. Unfortunately for him, you took a step backward instead, putting more distance between the two of you.

"Do you have any actual work for me today?" you asked through gritted teeth. "Or would you like me to catalogue lightbulbs again?"

Caleb's lips twitched in amusement, already imagining your displeasure at what he'd arranged. "As it happens, there's a batch of records that need cross-referencing. Inconsistencies in pilot logs from last quarter. It all needs to be sorted and compiled."

"You're giving me filing duty?"

"Digital record consolidation. It is vital for the Fleet's progress."

"You want me to sit in a chair and comb through logs."

"You're most welcome to stand and do it." Caleb shrugged. "Regardless, it should require minimal physical strain. You can even keep that hand elevated if you like."

You narrowed your eyes. "I am not a data clerk."

"You're whatever I say you are."

"This is punishment, then?" You curled your lips in disdain. "You behave inappropriately and invade people's privacy, and I'm the one who gets punished. Fantastic."

An odd expression flashed in Caleb's eyes, equal parts regret and irritation. "This is me showing restraint. If I gave you no task at all, I know exactly where you'd run off to."

He watched you storm out without another word, the heat of your resentment still lingering. He meant to speak gently this morning. Maybe even offer you a reprieve you could believe was your own choice. Instead, he'd defaulted to callous commands, the only language he truly knew.

He told himself it was to keep you safe, but the truth was uglier. He felt guilty. That wasn't a word he often allowed himself; it served no tactical purpose. Guilt was sentiment, and sentiment got soldiers killed. But last night he'd crossed a line. Several, in fact.

He had only wanted to see if he could break you the way you kept threatening to break him. That much he could admit. But he'd ended up hurting you more than intended, not just with his Evol, but with the things he'd said, the way he'd dragged grief out of you and twisted it until it mirrored his own. He didn't realize the severity of it until he'd heard you cry out, but your sobs had left bruises on the walls of his mind.

It should've satisfied him, but it didn't. And when you were back to pretending everything was fine this morning, he couldn't stand it.

The task he'd assigned to you served multiple functions. It kept you off your feet, gave your body a break from the pressure you refused to acknowledge, and it kept you close. Through the walls, he could listen for your pacing and track every frustrated mutter coming from the office adjacent to his.

Mostly, it was his version of a peace offering.

By the end of the day, Caleb was done with your silence. He'd summoned you three times today, but you never responded. There had been no snarky remarks through the comms or passive-aggressive delay. Just absence.

You were never like this. Usually, you bristled like a cornered animal and followed orders through gritted teeth, but today felt different. He tried to convince himself it was fine. You were doing the task assigned to you, but the way you'd stormed out of his office earlier had stirred something restless in him, and it wouldn't let him sit still.

So, several hours later, Caleb strode into your temporary office, the one he'd chosen specifically for its proximity to his own. He entered without knocking, not that it would have made a difference, because there you were, fast asleep at your desk.

Your head rested on your propped-up hand, elbow perched precariously at the edge of the console, and it wobbled slightly, as if you might topple at any moment. For once, you weren't frowning. No venom curled your lips, and no rebellion burned in your eyes. There was just the steady rise and fall of your chest. You looked vulnerable like this, fragile in a way he'd never let himself picture.

Caleb watched the faint furrow in your brow twitch, as if you were arguing with someone in your dreams. He hoped it was him. He hoped he resided in your dreams the way you did in his.

Then, your arm slipped. Your head jerked forward, about to crash against the desk, and instinct moved before thought. Caleb's gloved hand caught you just in time, palm bracing your cheek and fingers spreading beneath your jaw in an almost tender hold. Your skin was warm and soft under his touch.

Your eyes opened, unfocused and glassy. When recognition dawned, your expression sharpened, making you flinch and shove his hand away, standing abruptly.

"Colonel," you greeted stiffly.

He didn't answer right away, his hand still hanging in the air where your face had just been, before curling slowly into a fist and dropping to his side. "You didn't answer your summons," he stated evenly.

"I was working." You gestured bitterly at your work station, your voice hoarse with sleep.

"I noticed." His gaze swept over the screen and then back to you. "I didn't realize it was such dreary work that it would cause you to fall asleep."

"Are you going to tell me off for it?"

"You nearly broke your nose."

"I didn't." Your tone was clipped and challenging. "Congratulations on pointing out the obvious. You want a medal, Colonel? Although I'm sure you have enough."

He didn't take the bait. "This is what happens when you don't listen. I did say that you were tired."

You opened your mouth to retort but faltered for a beat. Then you turned away from him, muttering, "Well, thank you for telling me how I feel, your fraudulent concern is noted. Do not force yourself to express it in the future, I'm sure it has been a taxing endeavour."

"Your work is done."

You blinked at his sudden change of topic. "Excuse me?"

"Your work is done," Caleb repeated. "You may begin your vacation. Starting now."

"You can't just—"

But he was already moving. Without asking or waiting for your protest, he bent over your console and began methodically shutting down your work.

Click. Tabs closed.

Click. Diagnostic tools powered down.

Click. Project logs minimized and archived.

You stood dumbfounded as he reached for the handwritten schematics beside your monitor next and stacked them neatly, tapping the corners so they were perfectly aligned.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't look at you as he finished tidying your workspace like it was his own. "You've been excused. Which means your tasks for the day are complete. The files will still be here when you return. Untouched."

"Untouched?" you echoed incredulously. "You don't get to decide when I stop working."

Caleb lifted a single brow as if your outrage were some amusing inconvenience. "On the contrary."

"Colonel—"

He gestured smoothly toward the door. "You're dismissed. Rest. Sleep. Or don't. I don't particularly care what you do, as long as it does not involve exhausting yourself into collapse on fleet time."

He stepped toward you, and again, you felt that disorienting pull in the air. A sense that he was too close, even when he kept his hands behind his back like a proper officer.

"I'll have a new task for you when you return," he said. "Something simple that even you can manage."

"I'm not an invalid."

"I am just trying to protect my assets." He smirked a little and walked to the door. "I better not find out you've been tinkering around in your workshop during your time off. Go home, or if you prefer, go anywhere but here."

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binmeister · 8 days ago

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I’ve been stalking the kpdh x reader for like the past week or so and naturally I stumbled upon your writing, freaking love it btw. Love the Bodyguard series especially since there hasn’t been too many writings featuring a masc or male mc!

So I had like a request where like the Saja Boys or Huntr/x witness a live busking performance of their music, whether that means the mc is singing or playing an instrument, or even like a full original cover dance, that’s up to you! Maybe they could join in or maybe they just want to appreciate the moment of being the audience for once, either way I think about having a touching moment where the groups would express their enjoyment after the performance is over!

Honestly now that I look at my request, I realize that this could be either romantic or platonic but I would appreciate it being GN! mc. Totally understand if this isn’t exactly your type of thing to write or you’d just prefer not to, I just kinda want to share my ideas with someone.

- 🪭 Anon

(I think I’ll use this for my identity till I kind of just don’t care or feel comfortable)

Random play / Kpop in public

Huntr/x & Saja Boys (Separate) x Dancer! Reader (GN) - Casual dancer

Thank you fan anon.. I've wanted to write HCs or a drabble for a dancing reader for a while because I keep thinking about a reader dancing No Doubt or Bite me in front of the groups.

I’ve been lucky enough to witness a random play dance AND people doing some kpop dances for tiktok, I get so excited when i recognise songs i like but I always feel so bad accidentally walking through the shot bc i’m just walking by LOL

There will be some time-stamped dance vids linked in this one - I am horrible at describing dances so I beg you to just click the timestamped vids to see what dance it is :’)

I hope this kinda gets the vibe of what you wanted i uh,, i went off req,,, imsorry,,

CW: not proofread, fluff mostly, just a good time

Saja Boys - Random play

» Random play - 2:XXpm - Tomorrow (Event Reminder)

»» Better see your ass there ! <3 - A »» u literally promised :) - B »» don’t forgor we r reccing this one - C

The notifications popped up on your phone as you were busying yourself with drying your hair after a hot shower, needing it to relax your muscles after a rough shift at work and god knows that you needed what relief you could get after being grilled by rude customers. But money is money. You snorted to yourself at the group chat, the texting styles of the friends you had made from Kpop dance cover groups never grew old and you had to admit you were a bit excited to finally have some time to attend an event again.

Random play events were hosted bi-weekly, rotating through a few different parts of the city depending on which cover group was hosting it and so that you wouldn’t be a public nuisance too frequently since it was a public event where anyone could really come in and join. You didn’t record frequently but every now and then a session comes up where some people are adamant to get it recorded for memories’ sake.

Smacking your face lightly you quickly browse around in your wardrobe, opting for some black cargo pants and a white loose tank to be tomorrow’s dance fit. Not too flashy, not too hard to move in. Perfect. You threw the pieces on your chair, making sure your sneakers were relatively clean as well before you simply signed off a ‘I’ll be there’ in the chat and headed to bed to decompress and relax for the night.

When you’d woken up the next day you groaned at the time, your room felt hot as the sun absolutely decimated whatever resistance your window should’ve had against it and you managed to fish your phone off of the floor where it apparently decided to rest last night after you’d knocked out for the night. 1:15pm.

“Son of a-” You jolted upright and essentially flew around your room, grabbed your clothes, bolted into the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and wash your face. You groaned at your skin, seeing a stress pimple in an obnoxious spot so you opted to just shove a black face mask on as you grabbed a black cap out as well and shoved it on your head to hide any messy pieces of hair sticking up.

“I’m just in my secretive idol era..” You hyped yourself up as you briefly glanced at your reflection in the mirror, pulling your sneakers on and grabbing a loose hoodie as a back up later in case you get cold at some point. Your phone is blowing up with teasing messages asking if you’re ready or if you’re even awake but you don’t have time to think about it as you throw your hoodie, phone, wallet and keys into your bag as you get yourself to the subway and towards your destination within a reasonable time.

»» i hope ur ass is on the way here rn bc i will kill u if you’re not - B »» OMW ! IM SORRY - [N]

You sent a quick response after you had managed to get off the subway, apologising to people you’d accidentally bumped into as you continued in a near full blown sprint to the plaza you were supposed to meet up at. With another brief glance at your phone you sighed as you realised you lucked out, only 15 minutes late which means that you can’t be murdered for missing the event because it was still underway.

By the time you arrive you see a small group of people preparing speakers and a little tripod set up next to a pop up table with a little laptop on it, someone’s hovering over it as they’re prepping the playlist for today’s random play and you cheer silently as you approach and see a few familiar faces. Your free arm waving above your head as you drop your phone back into your bag with your other hand, as you’re rushing over you bump into a guy that’s a good amount taller and sturdier than you and you panic.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry- sorry.” You kept profusely bowing at them as the music of the next song starts playing and you don’t really pay attention to the guy you bumped into as you continue on your way to where you were going. Jinu is a little thrown off at that. No immediate recognition or trying to see his face? To be fair he had a mask on and his hair was admittedly generic enough that he didn’t stand out but did you really not see Abs standing next to him? The guy’s frame was relatively recognisable even with him having on a mask and a beanie on too.

The two look at each other and Abs shrugs at him before they both look in the direction you’re going. Some kind of event? They still needed to kill some time before the others show up so it couldn’t hurt to hover around and watch what’s going on as the small group steadily has more people approaching and leaving their bags to the side as they stand in a rough square shape, leaving a large area in the middle to mimic some kind of stage.

» Soda Pop - Saja Boys

The familiar tune of their song starts playing and both of their ears perk up at that, they’re a little towards the back of the small crowd forming and Abs points you out with a nudge to Jinu’s shoulder and they just idly observe you. Your shoulders are bumping to the song and you’re chattering with your friend by the looks of it, a few others had entered the open space and started to do the choreo of the song but you hadn’t walked in. You’re just singing the lyrics - they can hear it, and doing the little shoulder move and occasionally raising your hand up to do the can drinking motion with your friend as you guys laugh and cheer at the people that did go up and perform their song.

“Wow.. guess we’re not cool enough.” He hears Abs joke but he laughs it off a little. Now they’re a bit more curious with what’s going on. People just gather and dance to songs together? It seems kind of fun but what’s that going to do. It seemed like the song was going through the full chorus and neither had realised that they had steadily been pushed a little closer and closer to where you and your friends were standing but you guys just looked like you were having fun anyway.

» Black Mamba - Aespa - Chorus drop (0:30 - 1:00)

Their song faded out and soon another started, your eyes lit up as you visibly bounced up and down before you and your friend rushed out into the open area with some others from the crowd. He watches as you groove a little to the rhythm, preparing yourself loosely for whatever you’re about to do and then he’s stunned as you and the other people that had stepped out suddenly drop to the ground.

“Black mamba!” He hears the crowd cheer out and some are even full blown screaming which hurts his ears but he’s a little awestruck at your drop, that was so quick and abrupt and as you’re going through the rest of the moves he feels a little bit of heat crawl up his neck because wow this is.. an unfortunate dance to be witnessing from behind. He looks away instinctively but does bring his hands up to clap alongside the crowd, though he doesn’t realise that Abs is just openly staring and dissecting your movements.

As the small audio snippet fades out they watch as you and your friend cheer and hug each other, celebrating how clean that must’ve been to you two and soon enough you’re back in front of them again and the two of them can’t take their eyes off the event. It’s so.. fun? Everyone’s so happy and cheering each other on and they can’t help it when they cheer alongside people.

Songs they don’t know play and occasionally they’re vibing and bopping to the music, your friend turns when she notices two rather tall guys just hovering around and she chirps a greeting at them and starts up a conversation. Asking if they’re new and telling them if they want to join in at any point they’re welcome to, you’ve paused briefly in your cheering to turn and look at them too. Your eyes are visible and your mask is still snug on your face as you look up at them, you squint a little because you swear they look familiar but you can’t put your finger on it.

Before you can engage much further your head snaps forward as another song starts playing and you grab your friend’s wrist and pull her out. Or.. you thought it was your friend’s wrist. Jinu is flabbergasted as you pull him into the crowd, he vaguely recalls the song and then suddenly you’re turned to him and you realise your mistake and before you can apologise to him the killing part of the choreo begins and you’re both already moving to the song.

» Bite me - Enhypen - Chorus duo (1:00 - 1:20)

You’ve taken up the feminine portion of Bite Me’s duo choreo, smoothly going through the movements and Jinu’s a little stiff as he’s trying to keep up with you but you laugh at him and manage to tell him ‘Loosen up, have fun’ and he feels the rhythm suddenly a lot easier to follow. On the portions you’re supposed to hold onto each other, you notice that Jinu instinctively hovers his hands from your back so he’s not actively touching you so you respectfully do the same - hovering your hands a few centimetres from his chest as you follow through the familiar steps.

As he progressively gets more comfortable with himself you feel his hand on yours and he gently lifts it over your heads for the steps and as he moves in front of you and tilts his head for the ‘bite me’ portion you don’t shy away from lightly tapping his neck with two fingers as you learnt from the time you had covered this song with your group. You’re both smiling at each other, not visible with the masks on but your eyes give it away as you continue with the dance and you can’t help but laugh.

You missed this. The way these events brought strangers together just to dance and enjoy the music was so fun.

Jinu’s surprised with himself for even keeping up, he barely remembers the choreo for this song - saw it in passing but it felt like his body and mind remembered it enough to go through all the motions without much issue. When your hand comes up to cup his face for the killing part of the choreo he’s not shy or flustered, he actually chuckles at it because he’s having fun. Enough fun that when you do your step away and back into the crowd he joins the other dancers who were doing the male’s part as he takes a relatively sassy step forward and taps two fingers on his neck on the next ‘kiss me and bite me’ portion before he gives a little bow and retreats back into the crowd where you had gone.

Abs is staring at him, brow raised and he can tell the fucker is smirking at him but he doesn’t say anything as he lets his heart rate settle down again. Your friend is gushing at the both of you, eyes glowing as she looks up at him like ‘wow nice moves’ and he thanks her quietly as he eases himself back to just chill again. He’s quite relieved actually that he and Abs decided to come closer and take a look, this was fun.

He doesn’t join in for anymore songs but he settles with cheering along side other people, feeling the familiar presence of the other Saja Boys drawing near as they’re also covered up in masks, hoods and caps to keep themselves relatively low profile. The others had made sure their hair was a dimmer colour than usual as well to not bring too much attention to themselves, soon enough there’s just 5 Saja Boys watching a group of cover dancers cheering and dancing together and it’s pleasant.

You’re not interacting with them directly, briefly waving hello at the last 3 members who showed up and they nod at you as their respectful greeting in return and just watch as you quickly whip around and cheer with your friend for the next sound bites. Occasionally you join with her, or with someone else in the crowd and you’re just having the time of your lives.

» Ready to love - Seventeen - Last chorus (2:30 - 2:50)

The familiar beats of the last chorus of Ready to Love started to play and your head bumps a little, your a little breathless from how many dances you’ve jumped into by now but you can’t help it when your body reacts and you walk back into the smaller group of dancers getting ready to perform the snippet.

A couple of slow drawn out steps and then you sync up with the others, explosive jump as you all pump that last bit of energy into the choreo so that each step had emphasis and each softened move is done with grace. There’s only 5 of you, you’re off to the side and as you’re all bent on one knee and swing out to do the last beat’s move the music slowly fades out and you’re panting a little. Maybe the face mask wasn’t the best idea but it was so worth it.

There’s people cheering and ‘whoo!’-ing enthusiastically as they clap at your guys’ footwork, despite not being from the same cover group you’d managed to sync up fairly well and you’re laughing as the person next to you dramatically flops to the ground like they’ve had their energy sucked up from them - from memory he’s been apart of nearly every song that played. You don’t know that Abs had his eyes trained on you the entire time that you’d been doing that last choreo, his brows raised a little at the precision of your moves and he’s genuinely impressed.

You’ve returned back in front of them, your friend chattering away at you again before she turns and tries to include them in the conversation too and it’s just nice. They’re not being drooled over for their idol image right now and they’re just blending in with a group of people that are all busy watching people have fun and dance. Romance pipes up beside you and you jump because you didn’t notice him, he gives you a cheeky apology before he asks you on how you know so many songs or how any of you guys came to be.

The next song you hear is one that you’re not familiar with so you don’t step out to dance, instead you opt to answer his question about how you’d come across the group because of a shared interest and then you’ve always enjoyed dancing for fun so it’s been great to learn all the new choreographies with people. He nods along at your words, his eyes are soft and he’s surprisingly respectful of the space between you two and doesn’t try to move too close to make you uncomfortable as you just blabber on about your experiences and what dances were the hardest to learn. Baby has his eyes focussed on the dancers and he’s a little intrigued, not enough to be super invested but just enough that it satiates his boredom. Mystery is listening in on your conversation and occasionally throws in a couple of questions of his own and then Abs and Jinu are still listening to your friend chatter on too.

It’s a little strange that you two don’t seem to have any concerns about talking to some strange men but given the circumstances, it does make sense that you’re just happy to have more people come by and watch.

“Hey guys! Last songs coming out, we’re doing Left & Right and then we’re looping back to Soda Pop to support that new rookie group!” Someone calls from the front and everyone cheers and claps their hands as the familiar pre-chorus of the song starts to play.

» Left & Right - Seventeen (1:56 - 2:30)

The guys are stunned when everyone collectively does Hoshi’s solo move and then they laugh and join in when everyone proceeds to do the ‘Left & Right’ dance, a majority of the crowd had gone to the centre to dance but you and your friend are just doing the choreo in front of them while laughing and nodding your heads to the beat. They can’t help but also join in a little when you guys give them the stink eye, you in particular because ‘there’s no way you haven’t heard this one!’.

Which leads to the impromptu little circle of you guys dancing to the song near the edge of the crowd now, cheering and hyping one another up. Abs is killing the move, groove on point and Mystery surprisingly has decent groove as well. Jinu is a little stiff, Romance is a little over-performative and Baby is just straight grooving as his lazier style works perfectly for the dance. The song keeps playing out as the last bridge and high notes are sung out (albeit poorly) from the group of dancers around you but you’re all still just enjoying yourselves right til the ending count down of the song plays out and the music gets quiet.

As you’re busy calming down from your laughing fit because you may be a little too hyped up on dopamine, Soda Pop starts playing again and they all collectively watch as you and your friend start jumping around at the beats. Like full bouncing and jumping around each other as the song starts and they try not to laugh. Before Baby or even Romance can out them as the Saja Boys, Jinu is quick to bid you guys farewell and thanks you for the fun time since they are admittedly running behind on whatever schedule they had and needed to go.

Your friend whines but dramatically waves good bye at them as she clings off of your shoulder, you look upset as well but you wave them off too. “It was nice meeting you guys!”

“We’ll be back here in 2 weeks! If you guys are interested.” Your friend calls out beside you and you wince at her basically shouting in your ear but soon enough the five of them are gone and you’re back to grooving with your friend. Then you suddenly remember something and turn to her slowly as she gives you a raised brow.

“...hey, did they even tell us their names?”

Huntrix - Dance cover

Kpop in public. It was a pretty popular trend at the moment and no one really bats an eye at the concept anymore, everyone’s recording dance clips to add to the trend so people covering a song and dancing around? Not very out of place anymore. The only ones that were a little foreign to the idea was the Huntrix girls as they’re poorly disguised and walking around enjoying their afternoon to themselves.

“God it feels good to wear sneakers.” Mira lets out as she stretches, her face bare of makeup since the three girls agreed it’s usually easier to get away with sneaking around in public when they weren’t glammed up to the 9s. They’re idly walking around the plaza, wanting to just enjoy a quiet afternoon after getting some brunch and it was just nice not being dolled up.

“That food was so gooood too.” Rumi sings out praise as she pats her stomach, even with the warm weather she’s got a hoodie on and the hood covering her recognisable braid from any prying eyes. Zoey is cheering as well at Rumi’s comment until she pauses and looks around wildly.

“..do you guys hear that?” She asks quizzically as her eyes narrow a little, a familiar sound audible in the bustling crowd. Mira and Rumi share a look about to ask if Zoey’s just a little out of it and needs a food coma nap until they hear it as well. Their song. Their ears perk up instantly and they’re all staring at each other and gleefully trying to look around to see where it could be playing from.

What they don’t expect to see is you and a trio of friends dressed up in outfits similar to their Golden promotion fits, black and gold accented outfits and it looks like you’re all grumbling to yourselves over the song. You’re quiet and nodding your head to whatever it is your friend must’ve been saying and then you scratch your head in confusion as you’re staring at your phone.

“Are they doing a cover..?” Rumi asks and before she can even stop the other two from approaching they’re already ahead of her and bee-lining closer to watch your group perform. Another of your friends had stepped over and handed you a water bottle which you bowed at and took a swig from before handing it off to the other two dancers, you’re currently pausing and replaying a portion of the Golden MV trying to figure out Mira’s choreography since the official dance was yet to be shared.

“Ughh I need them to release the dance already.” One of your friends pipe up and you all collectively nod your heads in agreement. The song was just too good to wait on an official dance to cover and you couldn’t say no when you were bombarded with requests to cover the song as soon as possible so now you’re left replaying a small snippet of the choreo that was shown in the video over and over so you could understand Mira’s footwork for it and the general positioning that you three needed to commit to.

“They’re usually pretty consistent with spacing.. maybe it’s a diagonal line?” You’d questioned aloud as you try again to see what the move was supposed to be because it looked like it was a diagonal formation but it could also have just been their normal triangular formation they tend to stick by or even just a regular straight line formation. You groaned aloud but at the behest of your other dancer friend you all tried to hype yourselves up for another take at the dance.

“Let’s run it back.” Your friend that had sat on the ground briefly to catch her breath is back up now, cheering as she gets back into position and points at the other person that had been recording your guys’ attempts at the dance so far so you can look back and correct yourselves as you went. You cheer too as you hand your phone back to the unofficial water boy and he gives you a thumbs up as he ducks back behind the camera person and you get back into position.

You were covering Mira’s position, it made the most sense stylistically wise as you could mimic her the best and your friends’ both agreed they preferred Rumi or Zoey’s style for their skill sets so it was just always agreed upon that you would normally take up Mira’s position when it came to Huntrix dance covers.

“Are they.. trying to learn the dance just from the MV?” Mira questions and she’s a little stunned that you guys had managed to get most of the intro sequence just from the brief showcases in the MV, she knows that most of it was hidden for the sake of promotion and admittedly is a little stunned that you’d managed to figure out most of the steps just from blind guessing. Zoey and Rumi have stopped talking as they just openly stare at you guys perform.

There’s something stirring inside them and they’re just so happy to see people enjoying the song, they’ve watched you retry the dance maybe 2 or 3 times by now and even though you guys seem a little beat down by how difficult the blind execution was. It was just nice to watch you guys laughing and gushing about how much the song meant to you anyway.

“We did really well on this one.” Rumi manages to say finally after the three were left in collective silence as they sat on a nearby bench to watch you and your friends doing your best. Despite how breathless you all were and how sweaty you must’ve been wearing black in the afternoon sun, you’re still laughing and smiling as you try again for another take.

It seems like you’re all getting ready to pack up and leave for the evening, the girls look at each other trying to telepathically communicate with one another and they all nod in unison as they get up onto their feet and approach you guys. Rumi takes her hoodie off and gives a shy little wave and your friends notice the girls first and start panicking because Huntrix was watching them dance?

You’re thrown off and you can’t help the deep bow you give the girls as they’re talking to you guys and asking about how you’ve been enjoying the comeback, you’re flustered but you can’t help but gleefully answer their questions about things and ask them about if they’re taking a break soon and thanking them for their hard work. Your eyes fall to Mira and you feel your breath get caught in your lungs because it’s Mira. One of your role models when it came to dancing and you couldn’t help but gush at her about how excited you and your friends were for the up-coming choreography to be released and she’s smiling, telling you little snippets and even giving you and your friends small hints on the expected formations so you guys can implement it into your dance cover attempt.

“What’s your guys’ names? Do you have a YouTube channel or anything?” Rumi asks politely and earnestly, and you feel your cheeks hurting from how much you’re smiling right now. Zoey pipes up at Rumi’s question, excitement evident in the way she’s nodding her hands and bouncing a little in place. “Yeah yeah, we’d love to look at your other dance covers if you’re okay with that.”

Thank god you accepted the cover invite.

#kpop demon hunters x reader #saja boys x reader #kpdh x reader #huntrix x reader #jinu x reader #abs saja x reader #kdh x reader #rumi x reader #mira x reader #zoey x reader #bin-nons

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chaoticbardlady99 · 28 days ago

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My current thoughts and theories on Xavier, Sylus, and the potential general directions of Zayne and Caleb’s future Myths. I posted it in a long ass comment on YouTube and I don’t want to lose it 😭😂 my Notes app isn’t reliable and neither is my google docs. She and They are a mess.

May have spoilers for main story below but very vague.

Mc and Caleb have Adam and Eve vibes, but it won’t be the only biblical representation in the book. I am so impressed with the writers of LADS. As the main story has unfolded more, I’m beginning to understand more about how the current universe came to be and who each player is kind of representing as a commentary towards the world around them.

Sylus has more underworld/hades/ fallen angels vibes. It would make sense for Xavier being his counterpart too

1. Sylus centers a lot around greed and sin, but does have a strong sense of right and wrong

2. White and black feathers represent him and both are imagery surrounding him

3. “the Black Church”. That is all.

4. He refers to himself as a Fiend, not a dragon as a much. Even in his Myth he refers to himself as a Fiend

5. His overall theme is typically exposing “good people” for what they actually are. He’s also extremely misunderstood much like Lucifer

6. Your honor, the man is BEAUTIFUL

7. Lowkey wondering if red is actually his original eye color or if that became his eye color when he was cursed BUT he could have had the Aether core in his eye before since he was maybe an angel of Judgement.

8. Maybe he was told to kill MC and couldn’t do it? Maybe he fell in love with her or she was being doomed to death without any real reason that made sense to him so he fought back?

9. He was probably cursed and turned into a half dragon and cursed to kill his beloved which led to his dragon myth

10. Xavier would then be on the flip side- he is like the poster child for pointing out the system is corrupt and being hunted by the CIA over it while also supposedly being the poster child for this “good” why am I now thinking about Sylus x Xavier x MC

11. Also, McExcuse you, but Xavier give such sexy jealous angel vibes. Like Sylus isn’t really openly jealous, but Xavier is (I love him for it) and it’s very stereotypical angel boy trope of him

12. He a sweepy angel, your Honor (Xavier. Sylus could use more sleep)

I have to think Caleb’s will be somewhat in line with Zayne’s since they are supposed to be similar but opposite in regards to their story in regards to MC. Caleb’s story was really centered on apples and life. There is this thought that Zayne’s powers of creating life as the Master of Fate was taken from him by Astra for protecting MC and somehow that connects to him becoming the Forseer and losing his powers in that way and becoming cursed.

Caleb’s current timeline “myth” highlights how he has become the opposite of what he was in their true myth- he wants to be a protector but he became her cage instead of her freedom and instead of her choosing to be bound to him (die together), he was trying to force her into being by his side again willingly.

Caleb’s is more emotional and mental health based and I think you can see that in his ancedote as well since they mention numerous times that he was unable to pass his psychiatric evaluation whereas Zayne’s is much more bio physiological and cursed based (I.e. waking up as another person, Astra evidently has wanted MC to be dead for a hot second now if you take the myths at face value and Dawnbreaker wants to kill MC per the recent story update).

I will be curious to see how Rafayel’s counterpart is to him. I think it may have something to do with lightning (I just hope it’s not some fuck ass Zeus shit, I don’t care what that Swan says, I’m not having sex with it) and/ or it could be a character based on the Giant, Polyblotes who opposed Poseidon. I believe he was associated with earth but don’t quote me on that.

I think, if the trend follows, then each LIs “rival” will be the opposite of the other but also very similar in overarching themes.

Also is it just me or does Jenna have strong Athena inspired vibes? She has to have a full character model for a reason.

#love and deep space sylus #sylus lnd #l&ds sylus #lnds sylus #sylus love and deepspace #lnds rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x mc #rafayel fluff #lads caleb #lads fanfic #lads zayne #lads photography #lads rafayel #lads xavier #lnds xavier #love and deepspace xavier #zayne love and deepspace

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m3lin03 · 1 month ago

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Shape of the unknown pt.1

other parts: 1 2 3

Hi!! First, I want to say that (disclaimer) I’ve never written before, more so a fanfic. Also english is not my first language, so I may have some mistakes. Second, this is a work that doesn’t really respect everything that is canon (some things yes, others not so much) .

Sylus x reader (not MC), MC is also present though

Warnings: kinda angst, kinda fluff, suggestive, a little bit of stalking ig??

(written on artemas - how could you love someone like me, if you want the whole vibe I had writing this :) )

Tarus was the place for many kinds of people: thieves, traitors, murderers, so on and so forth. That doesn’t mean that everyone was a criminal, most people were just poor, therefore vulnerable.

You knew very well what it meant being vulnerable, used for transactions as if your life or death meant nothing more than a few coins. First years of your life were spent being a slave until one day a woman appeared before you. She was the epitome of beauty and calm. Her eyes scanned through the lines of slaves until they fixed on you. It might have been fate, might have been pure luck, but she took you under her care. This way Tarus became your home.

The woman was the Oracle of Tarus, teaching everything she knew: astrology, science, art and healing arts. However, the one thing that was not taught to you, a natural talent that brought her to become your protector and teacher: the gift of understanding what there was not to see and knowing what was to come.

The Temple of the Oracle was the only place where Tarus people would trust to be safe and taken care for. Sometimes you would see some that had a skin too clean, without the blemishes caused by the burning sun, lack of food and numerous fights. Their poor clothes looked too intentional. Those were aristocrats that hoped to get answers for their dilemmas, own diseases or to try and buy an oracle for themselves. They were usually welcome as the money from them played an important part in helping those who needed it.

Then the time came, yours became the title of Oracle.

Sylus didn’t care in the beginning about the new novice, even though he saw her many times. He had a strong bond with the precedent Oracle. When it was the time he promised to keep protecting the Temple and help the new priestess, if needed. He offered most of the funding, believe it or not.

With time, he got maybe even closer to you than anyone else before. Even though the veil you wore as a custom that marked you as a woman of the Temple, didn’t completely hide your face behind it, it’s soft opacity didn’t allow them to be clear – which sometimes, in the beginning at least, stirred something in him as he couldn’t read your reactions, nor feelings.

Sylus would request quite often for you to spend the evenings at his cave. Time would go flying as you two would chat on different subjects. Your presence was much appreciated by him, giving him an almost sense of peace.

Eventually, the visits didn’t happen so often. Your duty calls, as he did not. No-one needed to tell you why, as dreams came months before to whisper of the future and as objective and cold as you tried to be, your veins felt like they burned of anger?... sadness? broken heart? Maybe all of them? Needless to say, it’s no surprise when one afternoon your presence is requested to his cave. But you know it’s not him, but her.

The dark mauve veils that your dress was made of flowed like liquid around you. A headband made of woven metal kept in place the veil of your head, making you feel heavier than you already felt. Breathing was a hassle. Once you entered the cave, long silver locks welcome your eyes. A pair of blood red eyes welcome yours, but they were not his, your heart’s restless desire. The Sorceress’s lips form a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. As beautiful as she was, you could swear she could at any time start hissing like a viper.

“You called for me” rolls of your tongue in a calm tone.

“I did. I have a question”, her voice is beautiful too, has something upbeat to it.

It is easily noticed that Sylus is not here. For sure she is in no way a stranger to your closeness to the dragon, which means that you can easily be called a foe. It's quite plausible that she would want to talk to you alone.

“It is said that your words ring only truth - “

“My words are the truth for a moment and a place, as future obeys no rules. Ask me a question and I might give you the best I can in the moment” the words fall from your mouth, trying to control your tone, not knowing if you succeed or not.

“Then tell me what you see in my future” she proceeds, getting close to you. So close that you feel her breath on your face.

You do not really know what game she plays at. As you close your eyes for moments, images start flowing from your dreams, others new appear, morphing into timelines and possibilities and most of them leave you choking on air. Your head starts spinning and a sheer layer of sweat appears on your skin.

“War is in your mind, leaving your hands dirty in blood that you can’t wipe off. Eons may come and go and blood will still be pouring, as it’s spoils your heart and the gem that you so much want will be forsaken in the thick, red liquid”, escapes out of your mouth almost unwillingly.

Her eyes fall to the floor for a second then she doesn’t even care to tell anything more, a sign it was time to return. As the thoughts of her stare, your mind seeks an answer for why must she do this. Why try and find out the future if she knows already what will happen? Why talk to you? Does the Sorceress want to be sure you won’t interfere?

Little did you know, another pair of ruby eyes follow you coming out of the cave. He heard your words. Sylus notices how your steps are hurried, breathing heavy, hands trembling. Something coils around his heart almost painful. The voice in which you delivered your prophecy, was not something he was used to. He thought how he wanted to see your face clear, look deep in your eyes and find out answers for his unasked questions. Sylus’s mind wanders to you in so many ways. At first he wanted to keep you close as it was no lie that the ability you possessed was much more cultivated than anyone’s. The ability to shape the unkown in different timelines, from the least to most possible and see time like a living and breathing creature was nothing short of breathtaking. Just as you.

In the end, in the middle of the night, something pulls him to the Temple. What he didn’t expect was finding you bathing in plants with such alluring smell that his eyes closed for a few moments. However, he opens them as curiosity peaks in his chest. Your eyes shine so beautiful, even more than the jewels in his cave. Your hair is sleek on your head and back from being wet. Your skin looks so soft and delicate. Sylus can’t move. In his head, he knows it’s not right, he should leave, at least wait for you to be done… but hidden behind one of the drapes that decorate your room, the urge to watch is more powerful.

His mind becomes preoccupied by thoughts of touching the skin, hair, looking at your eyes up close.

As you are too caught up in some inner monologue, a dragon awaits a miracle to move away or closer.

-Reupload-

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Hey! Have been a long-time follower of your blog and I really like BTS but I thought to rant about how Namjoon is a Sagittarius rising!! and your post was correct on guessing his rising sign. Have you pulled up his chart yet? Is there anything you see that you find interesting? (I know you're not an astrologer or anything, but I am just really curious). But also, can we talk about Jungkook's birth chart? He's a Capricorn rising.... I did not expect that at all. I would have guessed the Libra rising or Leo rising to fit him but to have Capricorn rising, Virgo sun, and Virgo moon (not Leo moon either which is crazy because I believe Jungkook was a Leo moon for the longest of time and now I am doubting if Yoongi is a Virgo moon like what if he is a Libra moon?). Did Jungkook's birth chart surprise you as it did for me? If you do answer this, thank you so much for your time and hope you have a great day/evening/night!

Hello my love! First of all, thank you for considering my rants interesting enough for you to consider to pass by and ask for more lol. If i'm not mistaken, you're asking me what in his chart made me stick to the sagittarius rising theory??

okay, let's begin then, I'll try to keep it brief.

Let's take a look at his chart with the Sagittarius rising (I use whole signs).

Why I tought a Sagittarius rising could suit him (keeping it kinda simplistic because I don't want to make this too long):

—Would make his Moon fall in the 1st, in a fire sign. Now that we have his specific birth time, we can also notice that it's in a tight conjuction with his ascendant. Moon influencing the Ascendant can give very round faces like Namjoon's (if there isn't anything in the way ofc). Also, he's very expressive and sassy and I tought maybe just a moon in sagittarius combined with the rest of his chart wasn't enough to make him that wild. Now, ofc he's for sure matured, he's in his 30s, but if you go back in time, when he was younger, the Sagittarius influence was waaaaaay more noticeable by the way he behaved.

—The Scorpio vibes people were getting from he would still have made sense because Jupiter in Scorpio would be his chart ruler. Jupiter expands and exaggerates everything it touches, so scorpio vibes intensifies.

—Chart ruler & Venus would fall in the 12th. 12th house is a malefic house, related to self-isolation, mental & physical prisons, hidden enemies and a huge etc. Prominent 12th house placements made sense for him because 1) he's an idol, 2) he's a specially private person 3) his struggles with anxiety, 4) this is also due to other placements in his chart but how he's so interested in human philosophy and pshycology and how he's very analytical, 5) alone time and personal space are very important for him, 6) too many toughts, too inmersed in his mind, 7) now this one is just literal translation lmao he's got venus IN SCORPIO in THE 12TH = turbulent love life, having to keep your love life secret (and he's an idol lol). Idk if astrology theory backs this up but at least a personal observation of mine is that 12th house placements can make reaaaaaally intelligent people, specially in the emotional field. Ofc 12th house placements are not enough for that, in his case makes sense because of the virgo + scorpio + sagittarius combination.

—Sun in Virgo in the 10th house, 10th house ruler in the 11th, MC falls in the 11th -> fame & Influence, being known for being a nerd lol, combined with his sagittarius placements that give him internationality + 9th house ruled by his sun in the 10th = career taken to overseas matters, traveling because of your job.

—His MC falls in Libra, making conjunction with Mercury in the 11th -> being known for being a good comunicator, eloquent & a diplomatic person. Not only his social reputation among his circle, we are talking about big crowds (11th), being known in his field of work because of the same thing, as his 11th house & 10th house are working together (10th house ruled by his mercury in libra in the 11th that's in conj. with his MC).

—Sagittarius placements would make someone good at languages and interested in different cultures, so very namjoon coded.

—About his Saturn in the 4th I didn't think too much because we don't know really much about his family background, but the fact that his Saturn would fall in angular house didn't rub me off, it made sense.

And honestly anon? It was also a bit of a gut feeling too because I always related a lot to namjoon and we share a lot of placements so in my head him being a sagittarius rising made sense because that would make our placements fall in the same houses so me relating to him so much would fall into place even more so lol.

About the Yoongi thing, I already ranted about him in the guessing rising post so yeah. My brain can't process him having a Libra moon and literally no Virgo in his chart at all because for me he's such a strong representation of a Virgo moon lol but if he's a Scorpio Rising as I think he is, then he would have a Moon in the 12th, which is not crazy, makes sense for me. If he's an Aquarius rising, which was my other guess, then yes, he'd stay as a Virgo moon.

Finally, about Jungkookie, oh yes anon, it was soooo unexpected to me lol. At first I was like huh? CAPRICORN RISING? MOON IN VIRGO??? EARTH BIG 3???? So this is just a proof of how strong the influence of the idol persona his agency created for him is lol (the sweet & innocent maknae thing!). Like, even if those fake birth times wouldn't have been around, I still would have tought about a Libra or Leo rising, but honestly never Capricorn. He was giving so much Libra energy that I said, yep, it's the rising with Venus in the first!!! But okay, once you look at his chart and try to understand where it comes from it was probably the Libra Venus falling in the 10th.

We already know he's a strong perfectionist and he's very hard on himself. After seeing all that earth, we can definetely confirm is not just for the plot and to appeal fans or smth like that and actually, it's probably even worse than the public can see, which makes me feel bad for him.

Also, he's probably very very stubborn lol. People have mentioned it before, but yk, we as consumers don't really perceive him that way because we only see the soft, cute boy side they want us to see but ohhh brother. Capricorn, virgo & scorpio mixed together???? That's some intense (&hot) combination. His Libra Venus in the 10th is probably his Almuten Figuris or his Lord of Geniture and that's what's saving him from looking mean and is adding the soft, sweet, approachable boy aura to him lol.

And lastly, his chart ruler being Saturn in Aries in the 4th really makes great sense, since he left home very very early (aries= first sign of the zodiac, everything fast, early independence) to work and was forced to mature very soon.

This placement and the Libra Venus in the 10th are the only ones that didn't take me by suprise. The rest, shooketh. I do have to add that if you have both Libra & Capricorn placements in the chart, the Libra effect softens the Capricorn ones pretty much so, maybe that's what happened LOL. Libras with strong saturnian influence turn out more disciplined and decisive than your typical libra placement but they still manage to mantain their sweet & charming vibe, but in a more subtle way.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

(is not this gif, but do you remember that fansign where a fan came and made jungkook wear a baby hat or smth like that? It was already cringy and awful but now knowing that he's an earth big 3 with a Scorpio mars makes it 3x funnier LOL)

#bts #astrology #namjoon #guessing rising signs #sagittarius rising #13:28pm #kpop #jungkook #yoongi #capricorn rising #namjoon birth chart #jungkook birth chart #yoongi birth chart #libra or virgo moon

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lightweaver-chosen-if · 2 months ago

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hi momo.

i randomly found your blog and the IF sounded quite interesting. i only read til the scene in chapter 1, where the headmaster leaves for the first time, but so far i really like the world, story and your writing style. i have some questions:

1.) will the stats (like personality/reputation) at some point be locked in/wont change anymore?

==> how important will the stats be? only flavourtext OR locking you out of choices/story parts?

2.) could you explain/give an example on what the 6 personalities mean exactly? to me grumpy means looking more angrily/have a frown/... but all the choices so far seem more fitting to a character, who is suspicious of everyone.

==> during the conversation with the headmaster one option, which increases the grumpy-stat is "Why? You don't even know me.". this doesnt seem grumpy, more suspicious

3.) now the reason why i stopped reading at this point. at this point in the story you are offered 4 choices. they increase the genuine, emotional, grumpy or aloof stat respectively. in addition to that the first 2 increases the healing-stat, while the last 2 increases the spiraling-stat. unfortunately i wanted to play a grumpy (suspicious), pragmatic/aloof character who slowly heals their mental state. well, now the game is telling me thats not possible. the reason i stopped reading was, because now im not sure if future choices will continue this trend (aka genuine/emotional choices increase healing while grumpy/aloof choices increase spiraling) or not.

this is probably just a me problem, and maybe the IF is simply not for me. i hope noone takes this as an personal attack/insult.

thank you.

Hi! This is totally fine, I appreciate you taking the time to even write this :)

Trying to explain as best as I can... so sorry for the super long post ahead!

1.) will the stats (like personality/reputation) at some point be locked in/wont change anymore?

Kind of, but not completely. My idea is that by Chapter 5, your MC would have an established personality. From there, personality choices will be fewer to make way for dialogue choices that adapt to your personality stat.

Personality choices that clash with your stat will still make others react differently if you pick them. I still want to give players the chance to shift their personality over time if they want to. So if you keep consistently choosing a different tone, people will notice, and MC can change again.

You're not locked in forever. It's the healing/spiraling stat that will drastically change the narrative.

While how MC acts is up to you, they aren't a total blank slate at the start. Especially in the infirmary scene, which is a high-stress moment for them. They were just in a fall, fully expecting to die… and then they wake up in a strange place, surrounded by unfamiliar people, and told they were “blessed by a deity.” It’s a lot. They’re confused, overwhelmed, suspicious. That’s the baseline mental state they’re starting from in that moment, which is why options might lean more into that suspicious vibe.

But you're right. It should've been clearer! I'm going to go over the early scenes in the future. Most likely going to revise many of these choices once I start revisiting the code. Looking back on these after a year, there are definitely parts I could improve on.

As for the personalities... there are actually 5 of them, and they all come from the different combinations of genuine/grumpy & emotional/aloof.

Careful/Reckless isn't actually supposed to be under personality stat, it's meant to be its own thing.

I wrote alt text for each image with some brief descriptions :)

Example Use Cases:

Dialogue choices. I want to eventually move on from choices that build personality stats and have actual conversations with a reactive MC/NPC

MC's internal thoughts

How MC speaks or reacts to other NPCs on their own

The healing/spiraling stats are mostly tied to choices where you're accepting or rejecting an idea or character. They don’t show up in every personality choice. After the infirmary scene (where you're at), those healing/spiraling stats mostly show up in standalone choices.

Now to yap a bit...

Right now, I’m not 100% satisfied with how the personality choices are looking overall.

During my early days I was kind of winging it. Still figuring things out, code and story wise, if I could turn back time, I'd do things a lot more differently (⌒_⌒;)

I was already planning to do a rework of the general stat structure for MC in this update. I won't totally scrap what I have, only improve and make it make more sense to me. I’ve just been focusing on writing first, since code stuff also takes a lot of time.

So yeah, lots of cleanup to do here!

PS: Grumpy was originally called Sarcastic, and it’s going through a bit of an identity crisis. I think Guarded suits better...? Still looking for a word that means suspicious, kinda rude, not totally receptive, but only sometimes (not totally) sarcastic???

#story ask #if wip #interactive fiction

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1) C-99 wouldn't vibe well with a bratty MC?

2)How would C-99 react if MC teased him?

3)what is the favorite body part of the C-99 and their partner?

4)dirty secret? A fetish?

1) Yes, he'd get along well if you were spoiled. In fact, he'd love to. Garden of Souls guards generally have to follow very strict rules and don't have the right to give their opinion or express themselves freely. The fact that MC has that freedom and rebellion in challenging the rules (something he can't) would really love that attitude.

2) If MC made fun of him it would depress him, he would think he wasn't good enough for you, even if it was friendly teasing he wouldn't understand and would take it very personally, if it were someone else he wouldn't care at all or he could kill him depending on if he said something that hurt him emotionally.

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The director ordered C-99 to leave Garden of Souls for a mission. He had to see if everything was going well at the border. It was a quiet and risk-free mission, so he wanted to take MC with him, and he also didn't want to leave her alone. Upon arrival, he found a surprise: some enemy soldiers managed to cross the border, but they were quickly eliminated by the soldiers guarding the place. C-99 didn't bother helping the others since they are trained for this type of situations. Just make sure to take care of MC by brutally finishing off the enemies who got too close to you. Now you are inside the facilities where the soldiers are finding out how the enemies infiltrated.

MC is leaning against the wall, watching C-99 walk by with a stiff expression. MC looks at him with a mocking smile. "You know, sometimes I think you try too hard to impress me... but I don't know if it's enough."

C-99 stops in his tracks, frowns, and his face turns serious. “Insufficient? Are you saying I’m not good enough for you?”

- Wow, I didn't expect you to take it so seriously! I was just saying that sometimes you seem more like a robot programmed to watch than someone I can talk to.

C-99 speaks in a low voice - It's not a game for me, mc. Everything I do is to protect you... so I can be close to you.

MC crossing her arms, amused - Protect me? Or control me? Because if that's the case, I think you're going a little too far.

- It's not control, it's care. But if you think I'm not enough, maybe... maybe I should try harder.

- Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that. It's just that... sometimes, your obsession is heavier than the chains I wear.

-So tell me, MC, what do you want? Because I don't understand. This is one of those times when you say things I can't understand. Could you tell me in a way that my idiot can understand?

MC smiles. "Just tone down that ego a bit, Captain. It's not all about being good enough... sometimes it's enough to simply be human."

C-99 falls silent, processing the words, as mc walks away with a triumphant smile.

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3) C-99 likes his height (2.18cm) being so tall with a great muscle mass commands respect and admiration. On the other hand, C-99 loves absolutely everything about MC, for him MC is the definition of the perfect person, but if he had to choose his favorite part it would be the stomach, regardless of whether he has a flat abdomen or not, he likes to put his head on it, it gives him a lot of peace.

4) He used to masturbate while watching MC on camera. But now that she has him in person, she really loves it and finds it exciting when MC bites, licks, and sucks her neck.

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insociometry · 5 days ago

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hi hi inso!!! i’m back again for another fluff(ish? idrk if this qualifies as fluff or not but oh well) ask!

if RON!skz could get a pet/another pet, would they and if so what pets would they choose? like would members like chan or mimo get another pet to be with them as opposed to their other pets who live with their other family??

also! just now thinking about this as i type all this out(again sorry for the yap, trust me i am trying not to ramble too much 😭), are pets as common as they are irl in RON with the a/b/o dynamics? is there a certain different vibe with pets because of these dynamics? idk just kinda popped into my skull meat 🤷🏻

anyways, much much love, can’t wait for next thursday, and as always i hope you are staying happy and healthy!!🤍🤍

Please do ramble! I love to hear it! 🫶

Wait this is so cute 🥺 Questions about clothes and animals — I am spoiled tonight… 💛

A/B/O stuff in humans has no effect on animals! So pet culture and everything is the same 😊 They pick up on our pheromones IRL anyway; I kind of imagine in RONverse we’re the same degree of slightly smelly (neutral)

I’ve thought about this sooooo much because I want them to get pets one day and honestly I want MC to get a pet (she’s never had one!!) but Binnie… 🥺 Pet allergies… Also realistically I don’t know if their schedules are good for taking care of and maintaining a relationship with animals. Maybe one day?

I’ve contemplated 1) a pet without fur/dander allergens at all, like reptiles!, or 2) just a very hypoallergenic dog or cat?? I’ve only ever had animals from the side of the road so I don’t really know how this works. However in Korea buying your pet is much more the norm so maybe that would be what most of the guys would expect anyway? 🤔

Who I think has a marked enthusiasm for what (yes, I had notes on this 😭):

Just dogs: Hyunjin Dogs and cats: Chan, Han, Felix Dogs, cats, and other miscellaneous creatures: Lino, MC Kind of ambivalent: Seungmin, I.N Ehhhhh: Binnie

Thank you for your ask!!! 🫶💛💛

#ask #jasperlvskz #ronverse

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incarnadin3 · 11 months ago

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𝖀𝖕 𝕴𝖓 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 ~ 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛

A/N: Hi guys! First of all, tysm for 60 followers! I never thought I'd get this far, but you guys make me so happy. I haven't posted in a while because I'm facing writer's block, but I wanted to post a teaser to show you guys what the story will be about. If you guys have requests, feel free to send them in! Also, the new exchange student's name will be hidden for now hehehe. Enjoy~

Pairings: Obey Me! Brothers x fem!MC

Summary: When did it all change? When MC showed up in Devildom, it took her 5 months to fully gain the trust of all the brothers. So naturally, when the year was over and Diavolo said the exchange program had been a success, and you could still stay if wanted, you obviously agreed. To continue the program, Diavolo decided to have another human come. The brothers were wary, but you were ecstatic! Another human! One that wasn't a shady sorcerer like Solomon! You had hoped to help the brothers warm up to them, but didn't expect them to leave you for the other human. When did it all go up in flames? You just wanted them to remember you again. You just didn't expect the other human to tell you the only way you'd be remembered was through a dusty picture on the wall after your death, in the basement, hidden away for the rest of the coming centuries. And now, the only thing that stood between you and death was the flames. Flames of the Seven Deadly Sins. And all you could remember was, When did it all go Up In Flames?

2 years ago

"My name is Lucifer. Welcome to Devildom, MC."

8 months ago

"Thank you for the pacts, you guys."

"No problem, MC. We all would happily lay our lives down for you. We love and trust you a lot, MC."

3 months ago

"What?! Whaddya mean another human?! We don't want another one!"

2 months ago

"My name is Lucifer. Welcome to Devildom."

"Hey cutie! I'm [REDACTED], but you can call me [REDACTED] for short!"

1 month and 3 weeks ago

"I-I don't know MC...I just don't like that girl! She gives me creepy vibes! Can ya believe it?! Me, The Great Mammon, gettin creepy vibes from her!"

"Mammon, she's Lilith's descendant too! You'll warm up to her soon, trust me. Just like you and your brothers did with me. After 5 months...but still...You'll be ok! You're still my first demon and I'm still your human. She won't come in between any of us, trust me."

Are you sure about that, MC?

1 month ago

"Mammon, I'm ready, where are you?!" - Oh, I went gambling with [REDACTED] already, she has better luck than ya!

"Levi! You still down to go to that new pop-up store?" - I-I'm going with [REDACTED], she knows a lot more than you.

"Satan! Can I borrow a book and read with you later?" - Sorry MC, but I don't want you to ruin my books. [REDACTED] takes much better care of my books anyways. And I like reading with her more, sorry!

"Beel? Wanna try some of my cooking?" - No thanks MC, I'm quite full. [REDACTED] made me really delicious food, much better than yours! Maybe another time?

"Asmoooo!! Wanna have another spa da-" - MC, sorry, but can you be quiet? Me and [REDACTED] are having a spa day and you're interrupting us!

"Hey Belphie can I sleep with yo-...Is that my pillow...with her?!" - Go away MC, you're so annoying! [REDACTED] is so much comfier...now please leave. NOW.

3 weeks ago

"Lucifer? I don't like [REDACTED]. Ever since everybody found out she's Lilith's descendant too, everyone has been ignoring me! - MC. stop being insecure and be quiet. [REDACTED] isn't annoying like you, at least.

1 day ago

"[REDACTED]. What the hell are you doing to the brothers?! I swear to god if you-"

"Oh you poor poor MC...you think they care about you? No. They only liked you because they knew you were related to Lilith. But they love me because I am Lilith."

"What?"

"Oh honey, the only way they'll ever remember you is in an old photo hidden in the basement, collecting dust."

"I-...if you hurt them..."

"Oh, who said I'm hurting them?"

"..."

"Speak of this to anyone, and I will kill them. One. By. One."

2 hours ago

"Hello, MC. Us and [REDACTED] are heading to a party at Lord Diavolo's. You're staying behind. You're grades have been horrible recently, and I'd rather you not embarrass us at his castle."

"But-"

"No buts. Goodbye."

1 hour ago

*sniffs* "What's that smell? Smells like something's burning."

"OH MY GOD!"

"Come on Lucifer! Pick u- Hello?! The house is on fi- [REDACTED]? HELLO?! GIVE THE PHONE TO LUCI- HELLO?!"

5 minutes ago

*at Lord Diavolo's castle*

"[REDACTED]? Is everything ok? You had needed my phone?"

"Everything's fine Luci! MC just fucked something up back home. Don't worry, I took care of it."

"Ah, thank you so much. MC is quite a problem these days. I appre-"

"LUCIFER! LUCIFER!"

"L-Lord Diavolo?! Is everything alright?!"

"The hou...HoL is on fire! MC's inside! Everything is up in flames!"

"WHAT?!"

Now

*at the hospital*

"Lucifer...will MC be alright?"

"I...don't know, Mammon, I don't know..."

"Guys chill out it's just a bu-"

"SHUT UP YOU WITCH!"

"Belphegor! Calm down!"

"NO LUCIFER! SHE'S A WITCH! I just found out her real identity in MC's diary!"

"Show me."

"..."

"Guess the secret's out now."

"You're...."

A/N: Who is she???? Stay tuned to find out!

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honkthehenry · 1 year ago

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unnamed slime game - part 1

Masterlist

The way you suddenly snapped into awareness without realizing you drifted off at all was something akin to having a bucket of ice-cold water thrown into your face.

You... dozed off in class again. In hindsight, it was inevitable – the last time you got hours of sleep instead of something in-between nothing at all and a 2-hour-nap was last Saturday. You've been running on nothing but bitter, cheap coffee and sheer spite for almost a week now, it was high time you finally crashed.

Still, you should have woken up at Uni. You should have woken up to your professor huffing and puffing and glowering in your face about your terrible conduct, about how your generation had no respect for his generation, about how such a complicated and beautiful science like Robotics was not a place for slackers like you (which, fair, you had no idea what you were doing in Robotics either), not... alone and certaintly not in the middle of a forest.

You ran through a bunch of scenarios quickly, but none stuck.

Kidnapping? Far-fetched at best. You lived alone, only barely making ends meet by running yourself into the ground as you tried to marry working retail with being a full-time student, so ransom was out of the question and being kidnapped for the sake of doing bad things to you... Why bother? You didn't know anyone nearly well enough to be kidnapped due to personal feelings and you were neither good-looking enough (perpetually tired goblin that you were) nor famous-, connected- or skilled enough to be kidnapped randomly.

Besides, you were at the University, on the 5th floor, in the middle of the city that had no forests for miles! You were surrounded by 20-odd other people, there was no way someone would be able to kidnap you with so many witnesses around.

So, not kidnapping.

Dream then?

Also unlikely. Your dreams were few and far-between and when they did happen, it was either you being surrounded by characters from the show you happened to be fixated on at the time or it was you getting repeatedly chased and swallowed whole by a dinosaur on a loop, until the dream finally ended (probably Jurasic Park childhood trauma, now that you thought about it).

Still.

This was so weird, because you knew for a fact you were much too aware of everything to be dreaming and yet the things you saw didn't makes sense at all!

You didn't have any arms for one!

And your body was purple!

You could feel electricity zapping at your body and it didn't hurt, it was more like being swallowed in a blanket burrito and nursing a comforting mug of hot chocolate, while watching your favourite show with no worry for deadlines or money!

You weren't supposed to feel like that, you were supposed to be tired and grumpy and irritable and not nice and not toasty and certaintly not so comfortable!

Drugs? Hallucinations? You never partaked, you didn't drink alcohol either, so that was a no—

—A purple crystal you were under zapped at you again and you positively melted on the spot, basking in the feeling and letting the troublesome train of thought go like the wind, before it inevitably derailed and caused you undue anxiety as it always did.

...it was very nice actually.

Maybe losing opposable thumbs wasn't so bad if you got this in exchange.

You could live like this.

×•×•×•× Honk!!! Corner ×•×•×•×

You know that one post lurking on Tumblr where OP is turned into a frog by a witch as revenge? And just vibes? Basks in the sun without worrying about life? This is MC now.

I don't care how long or how short chapters are, they're just gonna vibe as they are because I am a goblin with a short attention span and no actual ability to write.

Something to get you thinking - MC is an electro slime for a reason and that reason is electro immunity.

I wonder why?

*smiling like a particularly smug cat*

Did I mention I can't draw lightning/electricity? Because I can't, so I didn't.

Also fvck me, my tags didn't saveeeeee 😭

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dirtylilspawn · 4 months ago

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Felt like sharing my opinions about the Love & Deepspace boys. Just so you know these are just my thoughts and opinions, we're all different, whether you agree with them or not lol.

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• If had to rank the boys in a list it would be 1#. Zayne, 2#. Xavier, 3#. Rafayel, #4. Caleb, #5. Sylus. I know all the Sylus girlies of feining right now but let me explain!

• I started out thinking I'd be a Sylus girly, came out as a Zayne girly. God that man really does something to me! It's the cold-personality type, all my Zayne girlies know this!

• People be like "Eugh he's so uptight, he's so emotionless, he's so bleh!" Gtfo! YOU DON'T KNOW HIM LIKE I DO LOL!! It's the little subtle expressions that you have too look at! The type of guy that doesn't show his affection out front, but deep inside he's a total simp for you! Who takes care of you all the time, a guy who let's his guard down around you little by little, because he's comfortable! I love it! I can just see myself being the lovable goofball, to his serious demeanor.

• I feel like Zayne girlies have crushes on either Levi - AOT, Sesshomaru - Inuyasha, Aizawa - MHA, or Nanami - JJK. Hell maybe even all.

• Xavier is my second, and he's also my comfort character! He's so cute and wholesome. But he's also a wolf and sheep's clothing which is so fun! Those nightly rendezvous/misty invasion, this boy is a super duper freak!

• People say he's boring, I just call him very domestic. He loves sleeping as so do I! Just a day of staying indoors, sleeping till noon, eating, playing video games, watching movies and cuddling. That's my perfect day!

• I would absolutely melt and cry at the same time hearing his soft voice. I would fall asleep instantly in his arms. No nightmares here!

• At first, I didn't like Rafayel. I could understand other players when they said he was annoying. But over time getting to know him better, and his personality my views changed. Now I love him. It made me realize, that not only do I like the cold-persona type, but I also love bratty flamboyant types as well. And Rafayel embodies it to a tea.

• Oh my dramatic pretty princess, he's so funny. I'm a cat person, and this man is afraid of cats haha!

• Liking him is an acquired taste, I can understand why people are put off. But honestly, he's so fun to be around. And I just love the banter between MC and him. He makes me smile and laugh.

• Caleb came in late, I thought he was a one time character. Didn't see the appeal first hand, but was sad at the explosion part. But dear lord when he came back! I immediately take it back I see it! I DIDN'T BEFORE AND I'M SORRY CALEB, I'M SORRY CALEB GIRLIES I REPENT!

• He definitely gives out big brother/boy next door vibes, which I love. Very protective and poseesive over MC which some people are put off and see as toxic. Eh, I can see it, but maybe it's my own dumbass that like guys who are a tiny bit obsessed over me.

• I feel like everyone needs a Caleb in there life. And I mean that in a platonic way. He's so loyal, fun, teasing, and just a good person. I would feel so comfortable talking to him about my problems in life. And he'd be so understanding and ready to protect, comfort, or give advice.

• Okay now, Sylus! So again I thought I would be a Sylus girl, but no. Not to say that I don't love him, he definitely brings a lot to the table. I do see the great appeal to him, and it works a lot on me.

•People say that when the new character shows up, we need a enemies to lovers plot line. And I'm like, "Uh, don't you see we were with Sylus!" The amount of times I called this man a bitch/bastard/asshole when playing this game is astronomical!! I don't know, it's just something about his personality that just pisses me off. Especially in the beginning!

• The teasing! I can't! This man is gonna give me a heart attack! Maybe it's me, I seriously don't know. There's a lot of Sylus girlies out there. Maybe I'm tripping, hopefully I'm not alone on feeling this way. But l will say he does love us, A LOT. The type to just have you back at all times, and fight for you. And I wouldn't mind having this man lay his full weight on top of me. O////O

• I don't get how others say Caleb needs a new nickname. Saying pipsqueak is cringey or something? I THINK IT'S ADORABLE! Leave it alone! Pipsqueak is cute! Also the nickname kitten from Sylus, I'm fine with it. As long as it's coming from him I'm cool.

• Xavier jealously is sending me lol! It's surprising out of all the characters he's the jealous one besides Caleb.

• Speaking of which I think Xavier and Caleb, if not for MC, I think they would become good friends.

• I don't really self insert, like using my real name and stuff. It's a bit embarrassing, I don't know. I use a fake name, and play as one of my OCS. Their kinda like me, but not as the same time.

• MC herself is definitely not me, but I do like her personality. And there are some lines I could hear myself saying.

• Okay I'll confess...I barely read the anecdotes. Which I know is hypocritical because I can read fanfictions. I'm just picky when reading something, and I get lazy. Please tell me I'm not the only one! Honestly, if it came with audio my attention would be on it.

• I feel like family wise, Sylus & Zayne would be girl dads. Caleb & Xavier would be boy dads. And Rafayel would just have twins, one girl one boy.

• I'm so happy that they have skin tone in the game. I'm gushing everything I see a my MC, or other people's MC on TikTok with any of the boys.

• I just wish that there was more hair options, or maybe even more black reputation in cards.

• 70% battle, 20% crying, And 10% spicy time. I'm grinding my ass off just trying to gain some engery and ascend my cards. And my pockets hurt trying to pull more cards..

• Two words: KITTY CARDS!

• I'm addicted to this game just like the next person as well as the claw machines. But damn! Does this raise my blood pressure when I play.

• Why the hell does Zayne keep spamming cards! Every. Single. Time!

• Rafayel & Caleb keep on cheating!

• Xavier just plays dirty, and Sylus...he gets so much on my nerves. Like he let's you win first hand, but then he completely turns 180. You have the AUDACITY to change colors on the cups I'm using so I don't get a point. SIR! YOU HAVE THE GALL, to play your numbered cards on specific colored cups that aren't the SAME COLOR, when you know I was targeting them. YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING!!

• Anyways...yeah I love playing kitty cards!

• The fact that Sylus cannot sing! Yesss! I find it hilarious that it's canon! He thinks that he's hot shit, Luke and Kieran don't have the heart to tell him. Nobody tells him, they silently agree to just let him do his thing.

• Remember that Saiki episode where Nendo was singing Karaoke and everyone was dead (Saiki was out of the room), that's how I imagine that scenario going down with MC and Sylus. Oh god the birthday song, second-hand embarrassment right there.

• Zayne has a sweet tooth, it's a canon fact too. He also hates the dentist which is also hilarious. He doesn't play with his desserts, I can imagine him having a stash on candy in his office.

• What's the purpose of those coins you collect. I'm mean, I made so much and I can't buy anything with it? What's up with that?

• Whenever I get deep in thought about Caleb and MC past together. I can't help but cry. Don't get me wrong the other boys stories with MC are definitely sad. But it's something about Caleb that hits a bit different. The trauma, and what that man goes through in his mind...it's so upsetting even writing right now.

• Rafayel makes me feel more confident in taking the lead. And not just sexually but sensually relationship wise. Like you can tell a couple by who takes the lead in their relationship. And with Rafayel I feel like the there's a switch with leadership roles, between MC and him. But I feel like he would not mind of us taking the leader role, walk him like a dog and such lol.

• Nah I'd treat him with respect...though I definitely feel like Rafayel would be a pretty bratty bottom ^^

• Speaking of which, I feel like any of the boys wouldn't mind subbing for MC. Though Zayne, Caleb, and Sylus do dom more. And I see Xavier and Rafayel as absolute switches.

• I need more Xavier content! I'm being patient Infold please!

• If Infold is introducing us to a new character in the game, I want this guy to have red hair. I don't know why, but something about red haired men do it for me! Make the hair a little longer, doesn't have to be to his back long, maybe down his neck or shoulders.

• Also make him a tsundere. Rafayel is not tsundere he's just sassy and bratty. And Zayne isn't he's just cold and stoic. Give me someone who's a good mix between Kyo Sohma from fruit basket, and Jotaro Kujo from JoJo Bizarre Adventure. Except they wouldn't call me a bitch hahaha!

Anyways that's it for now!

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