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[starmocha]

I don't normally share active wips, but since I mentioned in a previous post how Lost Oasis has a scene similar to one I had written in a wip I've been working on, I've decided to share it. I may scrap it or I may rework it to align more with the canon material.

This wip is basically an intimate (emotional and sexual) Sylus/Reader sexy domestic slice of life fluff, because I have needs. Really bad needs. 🥺👉👈

The scent of your peach body wash had become more familiar each night, the sweet fragrance clung to Sylus’ body after every shower when he would climb into bed with you. Your hands traversed his bare torso, gliding over smooth skin as you furrowed your brows. “Like what you see?” he teased, but when you didn’t react, Sylus reached out, lifting your chin to meet his concerned gaze. “What’s wrong?” “You don’t have any scars,” you murmured, your hands still skimming over his body in examination. “You sound disappointed,” Sylus quipped with a deep chuckle, but he paused almost immediately when you looked up, staring at him with a worried expression. He was quiet briefly before speaking more seriously, “A benefit of my Evol, if you will.” “Then…how many times have you been injured?” “Does it matter?” he looked at you with a gentle smile, reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. You appreciated the affectionate gesture, but it didn’t mask the fact that he was pointedly ignoring your question. You nodded firmly, refusing to let this conversation end. Sylus looked conflicted. “It’s a good thing you can’t see any scars,” he insisted. You touched his bicep. “Were you injured here?” He sighed, and nodded. “Yes.” You looked frantically around his body before your hand randomly touched his right shoulder. “Here?” “Yes.” Your mind continued to race with increasing anxious thoughts. You touched his thigh. Sylus nodded. You reached up and touched his chest, your hand near his heart. You paused, your face paling, already knowing the answer to this one. It had all happened so quickly, and even now you could still feel your finger pulling that trigger. Sylus grabbed your wrist, pulling away. “Don’t think about it,” he said firmly, “I did it.” “But…” His hands held your face, pulling you to him, capturing your lips to swallow your words. You felt like you were choking, his kisses suffocating you as your mind was in turmoil from both the guilt of what you did and the painful knowledge of never knowing how often he was injured or how severe they were. Sylus broke the kiss when he felt you sobbing against him. He looked at you with concern, not understanding what had led the two of you to this point. Instinctively, he pulled you into his lap, surprised when you lay against him almost instantly, your arms wrapped around his body, cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the trembles in your body, knowing you were barely keeping your emotions in check. “I’m not hurt,” he said, fingers already threading through your hair as comfort. “I know,” you whispered back, tightening your hold around him. You could barely keep your voice steady, afraid that just one wrong word could break this dam and unleash all of the tears you were holding back. “But,” he started, peering down at the top of your head, “this is nice.” You looked up curiously, meeting his soft crimson gaze. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosted over your lips, making you shiver even more in his embrace. “Having you worried about me,” he said, elaborating further, “Caring about me.” Sylus drew your lips to his again, this time gentler, more tender. You responded, hearing a pleased hum from him as his hands moved down your body. “Sylus—” He guided your hands back to his body. “I just hate to see you cry over me, sweetheart.” You blinked back your tears. [INSERT EMOTIONAL COMFORT SEX SCENE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN YET LMAO]

[almond-tofuuu]

Maybe dawnbreak! Zayne eventually finds a way to get to the world he 'dreams' about, and meets the mc. (yandere tho???)

Oooh I love this idea!!!! Thank you anon!!!

Hope you enjoy 💕

The Reaper's Embrace

Dawnbreaker! Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight yandere/possessive elements, possibly ooc Zayne/Dawnbreaker (I tried my best)

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

Something was wrong with Zayne.

When you left work to find him waiting for you outside the building, a strange sense of unfamiliarity washed over you, as though your subconscious was screaming about a danger your brain couldn't register. Which was absurd, right? Zayne wasn't a stranger, far from it.

Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing. The sleek, black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the long, dark coat he wore over the top blended seamlessly into the night. He looked intimidating, almost scary, his imposing form striking an eerie resemblance to that of the grim reaper.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind, "I'm being ridiculous! It's just Zayne, so what if he's dressed a little differently. I must be even more exhausted than I thought" after mentally reprimanding yourself, you make your way over to Zayne, ignoring the unsettling chill running down your spine.

"You must've gotten off work early today if you're here to pick me up! Sorry if I kept you waiting" you greet him warmly, soft smile on your face despite the increasing paranoia building inside your mind.

Zayne doesn't respond, his eyes that are usually filled with a tenderness and warmth now appear cold and lifeless, but there's a hint of something else in his gaze, something almost crazed and predatory. It makes your blood run cold, as if the ice of his evol was flooding your veins. It's as though you're in a trance, your mind is begging you to run, to get away from the man in front of you, but your body won't respond, frozen under the intensity of his gaze.

Zayne takes a careful step towards you, one hand slowly reaching out but stopping just short of touching your cheek. He hesitates, as though he's afraid to actually touch you. And he is. He's afraid that this is just another dream, a cruel trick his mind is playing, and the moment he touches you, you'll disappear, slipping through his fingers like the early morning mist.

Zayne has dreamt of this moment for so long, thoughts of you haunting him, consuming every fibre of his being until the only thing he could think about was you, you, you. For years he had been forced to watch you through the eyes of the doctor, taunted by the other version of himself that got to hold you.

But not anymore. Now that he had finally found his way to you, he wasn't going to let you go. The doctor could never love you the way he did. You were a ray of sunlight that broke through the darkness that shrouded his life. You were his saviour, his guiding light, you were his.

As Zayne's hand hovers inches from your cheek, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a primal instinct urging you to flee. But you're rooted to the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense, icy eyes. With a trembling breath, you brace yourself for his touch, unsure of what to expect.

Finally, his fingertips brush against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, but beneath the surface, there's a palpable intensity that sets your nerves on edge. For a moment, the world falls away, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his touch, the way it sends a rush of conflicting emotions swirling through your mind. Fear, desire, uncertainty—they all mingle together in a chaotic symphony that threatens to overwhelm you.

And Zayne feels it too. The warmth of your skin underneath his cold, calloused fingertips is enough to cloud his mind with desire, all thoughts of logic and reason are forgotten as his eyes darken. The tender hold he had on your cheek turns into a bruising grip of your jaw, his other hand encircling your waist, pressing your body tightly against his, strong arm preventing you from escaping. Lowering his face beside your head, 'Zayne' finally speaks, warm breath fanning over your cheek. And although the smooth, deep voice is familiar to you, the darkness of his tone has your body trembling in fear.

"I've waited for this moment for so long. Finally, you're mine. And now that I've got you, I'm never going to let you go."

[johnleeswife]

First Meeting

Pairing : Sylus x reader

Warning : Spoiler about Sylus's story

The first time you met Sylus, you felt like he was walking exactly into your trap. Baiting him with an aether core in your heart never felt so easy. Then you met him. His eyes were different than any other, they were calling you. That was when you thought that you were the one who was walking into his trap.

He makes you point a gun at him and makes you choose two voices in your head. Devour him or kill him. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. When the bullet finally pierced through his heart, you felt at ease. As his blood ran, was it right to kill him? You doubt it for a second. Maybe you were wrong all along, but he is the leader of Onychinus what could go wrong?

Here you were unconsciously pressing his wound like it makes any difference. Even on the brink of his death, he was still mocking you. All of a sudden, his evol washed away his wound like it wasn’t any wound in the first place. Once again, you were falling into his trap again. How could he playing with your feelings? You refuse to be controlled by anyone but he controls you like black magic. You hate it. It feels like you are riding his roller coaster and he is the one who controls it, making your heart beat fast then stop so suddenly.

Later then, he forced you to wear a helmet. His eyes didn't even bother to look at you but his action contradicted it, he made you wear a helmet for your safety. Why did he care so much about his hostage? He could cut you open and take the core in your heart if that was what he wanted. But he didn’t. He did use force in everything but other than that he wasn’t hostile, sure there was malice in his eyes but didn’t do anything to hurt you. You thought maybe he was not what he seemed. He cares about you in his own way, which is kinda cute but with a little bit of adrenaline.

And now he is sleeping soundly on your lap. You can’t believe that now only kindness and love in his eyes for you. He’s still teasing you, bullying you and you still don’t know if it’s just a joke or he’s serious or he’s just covering his feelings. Either way, you’re not gonna leave him any time soon so as he. Maybe forever. You brush his hair, admiring his face. “Are you enjoying the view?” he said with his eyes still closing.

“Yes,” you answer him without hesitance. He quickly opens his eyes and then looks at you unbelievably. “That’s weird. You never admit anything about me, you always brush it off”. You giggle and say, “You should get used to it because from now on I will not hold back”.

“I’m never gonna used to it kitten, you never bored me”.

[yawnzbf]

LDS boys x reader who's quite oblivious to their feelings?!?

| Partner who is quite obvious to the boys’ feelings |

Lnd boys x gn! Oblivious! Reader

Xavier

Xavier will wait for you to realize your feelings on your own terms giving you time and affection

He will be so soft and sweet to you, the man’s just happy to spend time with you

Sometimes while training together, he’d purposely let you win so can watch to celebrate.

When he does something a bit flirty, you’re dumbfounded- ears red eyes unable to meet his.

Though he isn’t the best person around to have in the kitchen, he makes an effort to learn how to cook your favourite dish.

A particularly strong hit from you caught Xavier off guard. He stumbled backwards, feigning a loss of balance, and fell to the floor with a dramatic thud. Concern immediately washed over your face as you rushed forward, your weapon forgotten, to check on your fallen comrade.

"Xavier! Are you alright? I should have been more careful," you said, worry etched across your features as you held him still.

Xavier lay there, seemingly dazed, looking up at you with a mysterious glint in his eyes. A whisper echoed through, "Woah... you look pretty from here."

Your concern shifted to confusion, and you tilted your head, trying to make sense of his words. "Hm? You said something? But I can't believe I was able to defeat one of the top-performing hunters today!" you exclaimed, once you registered the accomplishment, your attention torn between victory and the well-being of your sparring partner.

"Congrats on the win, you did great," Xavier replied, his hands reaching up to gently cup your face. The touch was unexpected, and you blushed slightly at the unexpected closeness. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and devotion.

Zayne

Zayne, although busy throughout the day, would set aside time for you to spend it with you even when you insist on him utilizing it to rest

His type of love would be acts of service and gift giving, getting you small things

^^ for example when you unconsciously ramble on how you were recently into doodling and sketching so he brings in a sketchbook for you to fill up )):

Or when you wanted to have crushed ice in the middle of the summer, he’d use his evol to help you out

He’d keep in one of your doodles on his office desk- a constant reminder of you that put a smile on his face

Dr. Zayne peered over the rim of his glasses, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. The soft hum of medical equipment echoed in the small examination room, creating an oddly serene backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

"Your heart's racing again," he remarked, the corner of his lips lifting in a half-smile. "May I ask why?"

"Really? I don't know, Dr. Zayne. This happens every time I'm near you. Do you think this is some kind of allergy?" you ask genuinely worried.

Laughter almost spills from his lips at the question, “I don’t think that is medically possible, perhaps this is because of some different matters..” Xavier trails off, eyes hinting at something you aren’t sure of.

While you are left confused- oblivious even to his intentions!

Rafayel

This man will not stop pestering you, constantly throwing flirty lines at you even when you shoot him down again and again :(

Unlike the other two, immediately after he recognizes his own feelings, he’s all over you

Although when the topic of actually confessing comes up, he’s all shy and red in the face, and when you misunderstand his confession- he gets all pouty not talking to you for days

“y/nn!” he whines over the phone, “I need you here right now! You’re my bodyguard, right?! There’s this hideous bug near my canvas, please come quick,” he hurriedly says cutting of the call before you can even reply.

You roll your eyes as you hear his dramatic plea through the phone. It's not the first time he's called you for something trivial. Sighing, you decide to play along with his antics and head to his house.

When you arrive, you find him standing on a chair, gesturing wildly at the bug near his canvas. "Y/nn, thank goodness you're here! This bug is a threat to my masterpiece! Can you please get rid of it?" he says, looking genuinely distressed.

You can't help but chuckle at his exaggerated reaction. "Alright, alright, calm down. It's just a bug," you reassure him. You take a step forward and swat the bug away, making sure to make a show of it. "There, problem solved. Your masterpiece is safe," you tease.

He looks at you with wide eyes, a mix of relief and admiration in them. "You're my hero, y/nn! Always coming to my rescue," he says, a mysterious glint in his eyes. As you share a laugh, you notice a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

"You know," he starts, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I... um, appreciate you being around. More than just for bug emergencies, I mean." He glances away, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

He hesitates and finally blurts out, "I like having you around, y/nn. More than just for emergencies." You raise an eyebrow, not fully grasping the weight of his words.

“I mean, I hope you do,” you start, giving him a small smile. Upon hearing your words, he’s not talking to you for the rest of the week, while you wonder if you had said something wrong.

Sorry you had to wait this late but I was busy with moving into uni and lyf happened, although be ready to be fed more often now!!

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Love and Deepspace Guys w/ a Traumatized S/O (Xavier and Zayne)

Sorry about no Rafayel. I still don't know him that well.

Summary: More specifically Zayne and Xavier helping you through panic caused by trauma

CW: mention of panic attacks, hurt/comfort

Xavier x gn!reader, Zayne x gn!reader

Requests are OPEN

Xavier

Soft, sweet Xavi.

His response is very soft, gently guiding your attention to him

He might use his evol to shift the lights to a color and brightness that is more comfortable or use it as a distraction

There's something about tiny fireworks in the palm of his hand that never ceases to catch your attention

When you're a little more in the moment, he asks if he can touch you and cuddle you

Xavi seems to be a very physically affectionate person. He finds it to be a good reminder of the here and now and he wants to give you the same feeling

When you finally start crying, he definately pulls you close and lets you cry yourself out

"I'm here. You're here. You're not alone."

Eventually the panic and tears subside and the two of you go nap for a while

Zayne

If Xavi takes an emotional, obviously compassionate approach, Zayne is very clinical in his approach his nickname in my phone his Doc Ice for a reason

This doesn't mean he doesn't care, but his primary concern is making sure you done pass out from a lack of oxygen

He counts you through deep breaths, making sure you're looking in his eyes while he tries to get you to mirror his breathing

When you start to calm, he works on bringing you into the moment. He wants you to focus on what you see and what you hear

Then he insists you hydrate. Drink water then wash your face for some reason water on the face is really grounding

Once you're fully present, he wants to talk. I know he doesn't seem like a huge talker, I mean he isn't, but he's not stupid enough to think that bottling it up does any good

Of course if you can't or don't want to talk he won't make you, but he wants to know what's in your head so he can help in anyway he can

100% insists on therapy

Like Xavi, however, he's not unwilling to give physical comfort if you need it. I don't think he's unaware that a good cuddle can make you feel safe and loved and reassured, especially if you're someone who feels like a panic attack/trauma in general is a burden (granted Zayne is always quick to dispel that notion)

Still, all of this is very cerebral. But that doesn't rub you the wrong way, because, well, this is Zayne we're talking about. No matter how much he feels--and his eyes show a great deal of emotion-- he will always approach things rationally

Of course, behind his very logical exterior, I see him as being fairly angry at whatever caused you so much pain. You're his person and he doesn't want you to hurt like this and he can't fix it. You can do surgery on a physical heart. He can try to fix the thing that beats in your chest. He can't fix the metaphorical heart and that frustrates him to no end

But that doesn't stop him from doing everything he can to be what you need. A shoulder to cry on? Check. A listening ear? Check. A calm, reasonable voice to counter the nasty one in his head? Check

[kykyonthemoon]

Hello! I really enjoy your LaDS writings!

I was wondering if you can do a headcanon with Caleb or Rafayel with a workaholic and burnt out reader?

Thank you so much!

A/N: Dear Anon-san, Thank you so much for requesting <3 For this one, I went with Caleb because I already made something similar to the prompt for Rafayel, where he soothes a stressed out reader (though the reason why she's being like that isn't because of work). You can read it here. I really do enjoy writing for Caleb since we haven't seen many of his story yet in the game. I hope you are content with this story too. On a side note, I've recently got a few requests about a stressful or burnt out reader. I just wanna make sure my readers are doing alright out there <3 Sending you mental support right here through the fics I write <3

A Surprise Visit

Returning home at midnight after a long day of work, you unexpectedly find a guest being in your apartment.

‧₊˚❀༉ Caleb x F!Reader

‧₊˚❀༉ Soft fluff, domestic fluff

‧₊˚❀༉ Masterlist

‧₊˚❀༉ Request a fic

You came home when the clock struck twelve. The night was quiet, only the sound of your tired footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. After what seemed like an endless journey, you finally reached your apartment.

You unlocked the door. A soft glow from within illuminated the corridor. Since you left early in the morning, you did not recall leaving the light on. You let out a long sigh and felt guilty for being forgetful.

Yet, in the house there were not only lights, but also the delicious smell of food. How strange! How peculiar! You felt your weariness leave your mind as it was replaced by vigilance. Was there another person in the house?

You tiptoed to the kitchen, where the aroma of food made your stomach rumble. Then, you saw a very familiar figure. Fortunately, you were able to contain your joy and instead called his name quietly:

“Caleb?!”

He turned around, nodded and smiled at you. “You're back just now? Wash your face first and we'll have dinner."

You rubbed your eyes. Was it because you're so tired that you're daydreaming?

“Caleb? Is that really you?”

A soup was cooking on the kitchen counter as Caleb departed. Reaching over, he put his hand on top of your head.

“Are you expecting another man then?”

You immediately shook your head. Your hands reached up to wrap around Caleb's wrist and untangle it from your hair before he patted your head again like a child.

“No way! I'm just surprised to see you here, at this hour... Aren't you busy with your mission at Skyhaven?”

"Everything went smoothly. So now I'll take a few days off."

“Why didn't you tell me you're coming? I thought the apartment was being robbed..."

Caleb reached out and pinched your cheek. It was painful. He said:

“What kind of thief would help you clean up this messy apartment and even cook for you because they knew you got off work this late?”

You rubbed the cheek that had just been pinched and frowned. “You don't need to pinch it so hard.”

Caleb laughed. He told you to quickly go inside to wash up and get changed while he finished cooking the soup. You obediently followed. How joyful it is to get home after a hectic day and see the one you love.  All of a sudden, you forgot how tired you were after the long day.

The two of you had a simple meal. Caleb said that since it was late, you shouldn't eat too much. He observed you as you were enjoying your food. He had taken care of the apartment, made a trip to the grocery store and prepared your meal all day. What surprised and delighted you the most, though, was the fact that he was here. You had given Caleb a spare key a long time ago, but to be honest, you never thought he would pay a surprise visit. Due to work, you both had to live in two cities far apart.

After dinner, you threw yourself on the sofa and grabbed your laptop. Caleb got you a cup of warm water, then used his Evol to take the device out of your hands.

“I still have a report to finish…”

You wanted to get your laptop back, but Caleb turned it off and put it aside. "That's something you can't do right now." He stated. “Do you know what time it is? Shouldn't you be in bed? There are dark circles around your eyes.”

He used a finger to poke the thin skin below your eyes. It must be dark by now and somewhat made you look like a panda. You grimaced:

“Don't mess around, Caleb. I have a ton of work to get done.”

“I'm not messing with you either.” Caleb had a solemn expression. “You've been working hard for many days. Now you need to rest. I'm here to make sure of that.”

You let out a sigh. You were drawn into Caleb's embrace. Maybe he was right— you need to rest. Yet, the notion of the incomplete task made you feel quite uncomfortable.

You were a workaholic, and Caleb knew it. He therefore needed to be even more committed to getting you to give up the laptop.

“You're always working. It's hard to find some spare time with you." Caleb whispered as he rested his head on your hair.

You admitted you were a bit neglectful of Caleb, but that's because your job required extra work and concentration.

“I had to text Tara to find out you got off work at midnight.” Cale went on. “If you read the message, you'd know I've been here since noon.”

You raised up. At that time, you hurriedly reached for the phone on the table. As you opened it, you saw a series of messages and missed calls from Caleb.

“Oh… I'm really sorry…” You mumbled. “I really don't know where I left my phone…”

Caleb rubbed your shoulder, then pulled you back to the original position, leaning on his lap. "No problem. It's the price I pay for dating a girl who loves her job more than me."

You giggled as you pressed your face against his neck and gave him a breath tickle.

“I already apologized.”

He put his arms around your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. Only when you were in his arms, listening to his heart beat, feeling his warmth and subtle scent, and only then could you stop acting tough. You could burst into tears. You could let the weight and pressure of work fall on your shoulders. For you knew, he would fight against the world with you.

Only then did you face your physical and mental fatigue and acknowledge that you were just too exhausted to handle everything at once.

“If you're truly sorry,” Caleb's monotone voice rang out as you gradually drifted off to sleep in his arms. “Then you must let me have you this whole weekend, okay?”

Pictures from Pinterest.

Edited by me.

[nixthisis]

MDNI! —#CALEB ( L&DS ) x IMPLIED FEM!READER

PAIRING: Caleb x Implied Fem! Reader (love and deepspace)- this part is pretty gn tbh but there's room for a part two that I would feel comfier writing with fem foundations! &. GENRE: established relationship, cheeky caleb with some suggestive at the end <3 &. WARNINGS: clothes manipulation? I lowkey messed around with the mind powers for fantasy idc, reader wears a skirt and is a little mean to him, pet names &. WORDCOUNT: 0.6k

nixnote; he's so gross im so in love with the him in my mind. :(( infold please don't ruin him i'll be very upset you don't know him like I do ( for legal reasons that is a joke ). I don't know the in's and out's of his power obviously nor do I really grasp telekinesis and what it can and can't entail but this was hot in my mind so I wrote it *shrug shoulders*

"quit it. I'm not playing" you warn him, hands cupping the material of your skirt to the curve of your behind- eye's redirecting to glare at him in hopes that it will deminish the joy he gets from using his evol to mess with you. It does momentarily, just long enough for him to sling his hands up in defence as though they were the body part to blame, laughing as he does so.

You huff out a deep, irritated breath that is paired with an eye roll equal in emotion as the covering begins to slink up the span of your thighs for the umpteenth time in the hour, "seriously Caleb?"

He's still pretending to be on guard. Eyes cast downward in concentration and hands held firmly by his head, palms outward, which does nothing for the anger levels rising with-in you. It espescially doesn't aid you when he pulls the fat of his lower lip between his teeth as he blatantly ignores you to refocus himself and get back to work- successfully rolling your attire a few more inches into the dange zone.

"Caleb!"- nothing, not even a response when you yank the skirt back down as far as it can sit.

"Okay, that's it. I'm going home"

That seems to snap him back too reality (woah there goes gravity), whining as you forcefully push you way past his side to return to the route you had came from- "ah baby! don't be like that, we haven't even gone for dinner yet!"

"I'm aware, go yourself" it's harsh, probably more than you intended but he's been pushing it for hours now- in public, "come back home when you can control yourself"

He nods, tall frame shrinking in on himself as he let's you leave- only opening his mouth enough to mumble that you should text him when your home as always. Something you know you would have done regardless.

—

He returns in a way you've very much grown to expect from a Caleb who's been trod on ever so slightly, fingers clamped around a wonky boquet of miss matched flowers; colour scheme barely making sense.

"I um-" he starts, awkwardly parked at the foot of the bed, "I couldn't decided on just one bunch".

His sincerity washes over you with a pout that journeys to a delicate smile and you shimmy down the bed to hook your ankles behind his hips and pull him down on top of you- blooms falling from him as you do so. You take the time to spread your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and tuck him face first into the skin of your neck; stretching ever so slightly to accommodate him, feeling his breath tickle before he even gets the chance to speak.

"Shush, just keep me company.." you pull slightly at the tufts in your hands, "... you've wound me up enough today"

Theres a snort of air that follows, lightening the weight of the statements thrown his way over the course of the day and you know it's better accepted when his chest shakes in tandem with your own- the breathiest 'yeah' meeting your ears during.

He lays with you for a while, unusually long for his typically busy self; hands and mind preferring to have a task to focus on in some form. and then you feel the slow circles as he begins to trace his way higher up the very same skirt, pausing to dig at the flesh with a singualr thumb.

"Caleb..." you sigh- eyes, voice and body grown heavy already and he's took to suckling at the perfumed skin at your throat, ignoring the tang in his mouth from your chosen scent.

"-m sorry pretty" he's low in his vocals, "just my hands this time? no mind games" he bargains, smirk pulling flush to your skin when you meet his wandering hands to guide them.

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[letteraddressedtothefire]

Empyrean (Love and Deepspace Xavier fanfic)

Xavier’s lightblade flickers weakly in his hand. "Asteria, there's something I need to do," he says, his voice strained and barely above a whisper. "But it will drain me completely."

She spins to face him, her eyes wide with desperation. "No, Xavier. There has to be another way. Use my Evol. We can combine our Evols and obliterate them."

He shakes his head, his expression resolute. "If I use your Evol, it will drain you as well. I can’t let that happen."

Asteria grabs his arm, her grip fierce despite her exhaustion. "I don’t care about the consequences. We do this together, or not at all."

He closes his eyes, savoring the brief moment of her warmth against him. Then, with a heavy heart, he gently pulls her behind him protectively.

“Xavier, no, you can’t—” she begs, but he is already channeling his remaining Evol into a dazzling dance of light engulfing the shadows. The world erupts in a blinding, all-consuming flash. The Luminivores scream as they disintegrate in the pure, radiant light. The Tezcatlipoca roars, its monstrous form being obliterated by the onslaught.

The intensity of the blast forces Asteria to shield her eyes. She feels the immense power washing over her, but instead of pain, she is enveloped in a cocoon of warmth. The light, so searing and destructive to the Wanderers, wraps around her like a safe haven, tender and protective. It is as if the very essence of Xavier's soul is cradling her, reassuring her amidst the chaos. When the light finally fades, she opens her eyes to see the battlefield cleared of Wanderers, the aftermath only the faint glow of the Protocores on the ground.

Asteria turns frantically, searching for Xavier. Her heart plummets when she sees him collapsed on the ground, completely still. "Xavier!" she screams, rushing to his side. She drops to her knees, cradling his head in her lap.

"Xavier, wake up! Please, wake up," she pleads, her voice breaking. She touches his face, his skin unnaturally cold. Panic grips her as she shakes him gently, then more forcefully. "No, I'm not going to lose you. Not today, not ever," she mutters fiercely, her tears mingling with the dirt and blood on her face.

Her eyes catch the red collar glinting ominously around his neck. The sight fills her with dread, but she refuses to give in to despair. In a desperate attempt, she places her hand on his chest, feeling the faint pulse of his heart, the slight remnants of his light Evol still flickering.

Summoning her remaining strength, she activates her own Evol, Resonance. Warmth spreads from her hand, intertwining with the faint glimmers of Xavier's light. "Come back to me," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please, Xavier, come back to me."

As the Resonance flows between them, Asteria feels a connection spark to life. Memories flood her mind— Xavier’s memories.

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Chapter 9. Midnight Stealth

I stared at the flickering digits of my phone clock, anxiety twisting in my gut as the seconds slipped away—only three minutes till midnight. The closer I approached his room the more my palms were sweating. Who was I kidding, like I could create a mental barrier in three measly hours. I paused outside his study, heart racing, when I spotted the Heroine lurking just ahead—her gun cocked and ready, poised between determination and despair as he opened the door.

"This time for sure, I'll..." she began, but Sylus' exasperated sigh cut her off.

"...I know. I'll go now." She says defeated before turning around and walking out his front door.

"I told you not to be late." He grins, closing the distance, and I look at my phone. It's only a minute past midnight.

"No, that's not fair she was here! She would have seen me!" I retorted, my hand instinctively raised in protest.

"That's not my problem," he shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled me into his room. The fireplace crackled softly, flames dancing like whispers in the night, and as I stared into the mesmerizing glow, a nagging sense of something lost flickered just beyond my grasp, teasing me with the promise of forgotten truths. I feel like I'm forgetting something, something important but I can't seem to place my finger on it.

"Come here," he beckons, his arm outstretched like a lifeline, and I grasp his hand almost instinctively. In that heartbeat, time seems to suspend, an eerie déjà vu washing over me. This sort of moment makes me feel like this isn't the first time I've done this before, perhaps in another lifetime.

"When are you going to let her find the brooch?" I ask, feeling the surprising coolness of his hand against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth I had come to expect.

"Her and I had a deal, but you and I can make one as well," he replies, our gazes locking in a moment heavy with unspoken tension.

"What deal would you have me make?" I ask, my curiosity mingled with uncertainty, and after a brief pause, he considers.

"If you take the brooch from me first, you can come with me to the auction instead," he proposes, his fingers trailing a slow path up my arm, igniting a shiver of reluctant desire that dances down my spine.

"What if I don't want to go?" I challenge, my eyes dropping to the floor, but he draws me in closer. He tilts my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze that melts me. As his right eye begins to glow, a shadow of power flickers in the air between us. Suddenly, I hear it—a voice echoing in my mind, familiar yet distorted, sounding eerily like my own.

Sylus, please live.

You have to live!

Don't let her devour you!

He releases my chin, surprise flickering across his face and I clutch my head as a sharp pain surges through my temple.

"What was that?" I inquire. Confusion lacing my words when I catch a glimpse of his pained expression, a rare sight.

"Nothing but a distant nightmare," he brushes off too quickly, a response that feels uncharacteristically dismissive.

"What did you see?" I press, and he tenderly brushes the ends of my short hair, each touch igniting an unfamiliar warmth that contradicts the familiarness it feels at the same time.

"Your desires, have you forgotten already?" he replies, sinking onto his bed and with a swift motion he pulls me down beside him. I attempt to pull away, but he holds me firmly against his body wrapping a blanket around us with a fluid wave of his hand employing his Evol.

"If you don't want to go tomorrow, what do you want?" he asks, his words deep and earnest. I pause, aware of the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat, which sounds as if it's in a frantic race.

"I never said I didn't want to go," I responded, pinching the bridge of my nose. The headache doesn't seem to be subsiding and appears to be getting worse. Sylus places his cool hand on my forehead, a soothing gesture.

"The brooch is first come, first serve," he states, and as my eyes flutter shut, I can't shake the looming thought that this could upset the natural order of things. After all, wasn't he destined for the Heroine? My mind grows muddled, the edges of consciousness blurring as I drift into a reluctant sleep.

The world around me feels like it's engulfed in flames, a hellscape where ash rains from the sky like a mournful blessing. Distorted echoes of screams and thunderous explosions ripple through the air, intensifying the chaos that swirls around me. I scan the scene, my heart plummeting as I spot Sylus in his true form with a sword piercing his chest. Panic tightens its grip on me, rendering my feet as heavy as lead, yet I force myself to run toward him. The Heroine stands enraptured, seemingly lost in a trance while I drop to my knees. I wrap my arms around his waist, my body trembling with despair.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and the edges of my vision blur as I take in the horrifying sight. Blood streaming down his back, pooling around us like a cruel reminder of fate's designs.

Sylus mumbles something, but the words are drowned out by the chorus of anguish and devastation that surrounds us. I can't let this happen. I refuse to let history repeat itself.

"Mephisto, wake up." A voice pierces the haze, pulling me back to the present. I blink against the dim light, finding myself lying on my back while Sylus gently wipes the sweat from my brow with a cool towel.

"You had a nightmare, I thought it best to wake you." he murmurs, his voice soothing my fear and anxiety I feel. I sit up slowly, gratitude flooding through me to be out of that nightmare.

"Thanks," I reply, offering a meek smile as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear with an intimacy that unnerves yet comforts me. Why does he keep doing this?

"What do you get if I take her spot?" I ask, my implication heavy, hinting at more than just the auction.

"Who said it was her spot to begin with?" He counters, crossing his arms. I mean technically it was a game that said so but is that enough? I swore I had seen them together before in our past lives but lately it feels like things are blurring together.

"Don't worry about what I gain from this," he says, and it feels like my stomach is filled with butterflies. I never really thought I could change anything. Can I really change fate? I hardly remember much from the game except for the big auction, getting the Aether Core, and how Sylus and the Heroine were linked by the Evol Linkage, which showed they were meant to be together because Fate wanted to strengthen their bond. But what if I took her place? Would everything stay the same, or would everything shift entirely?

"Don't think too hard, your fever finally broke. I don't want it to go back up, or the deal's off, and you won't be going—whether you find the brooch first or not." He says this as I stare at him for a moment. Sylus is worth it. No matter if he and the Heroine were destined, I would do anything to save him. He deserves happiness after everything he's faced and all he's done for me.

"You have a deal. If I get the brooch before her, you let me go in her stead." I met his gaze, my determination renewed. He pats my head, and his hand feels warm. I grasp his hand and press it to my cheek.

"And the little bird acts like a kitten once more," he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek and chuckling lightly.

"You're one to talk," I shoot back, then gently return his hand to his side. I stand up, and he steps to follow me.

"I look forward to seeing this new determination of yours," he says as I grab the handles. My cheeks flush as I take this as him cheering me on.

"Wait," we have an unexpected guest. I sigh before transforming into my crow form and flying to the perch across from the window. The sunlight begins to flow through the window. I hear a gasp as the Heroine is caught by Sylus and brought to her knees once more. He walks over to his bookshelf of vinyl collections before deciding on one and placing it in his vintage gramophone.

"Have I underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?" he muses, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"You're the one who suggested a deal. But now you're making things difficult—" she retorts, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"You'll have to work harder," he replies, stepping closer. Grabbing her wrist, he starts to pull her towards the door.

"L-let go...! What are you doing?" she protests, struggling against his firm grip.

"Leave, I'm going to bed," he states, pushing her out of the room with an air of finality.

"You?!" she yells back, a mix of anger and disbelief etched across her face.

"You too," he adds, glancing at me. I roll my eyes, flapping my wings in resignation as I exit the room, gliding down the hall. I catch sight of Luke and Kieran in the dining room and shift back to my human form, snagging a shiny red apple from the counter before sinking into a seat to gather my thoughts.

"Where have you been, Meph?" Kieran asks, lounging casually on the table, while Luke settles into the seat across from him.

"You've been gone so long that we ended up making a whole set of emoticons based on your crow form," Luke adds, his tone exasperated and playful.

"Just the usual—battling with my own morality, you know?" I respond, taking a crunchy bite of the juicy apple.

"When are we going to hang out and play?" Luke presses, and I pause feeling a little guilty, realizing it has indeed been a while since we all spent time together.

"How would you both feel if I needed to be a bit busy for a little while longer? Like, say, attending the auction instead of our... guest?" I ask, hesitantly glancing up at them.

"You and the boss?! Hell yeah! You owe me $100!" Luke exclaims, slapping Kieran playfully on the back.

"Wait, but have any of you confessed or kissed?" Kieran cuts in, blocking Luke's playful hits as curiosity sparking in their eyes.

"What?! No, what are you talking about?" I stammer, my bright red face betraying me completely. They both freeze for a moment and exchange knowing glances, the realization hitting them hard.

"Well, it sounds like you both have a long way to go. We'll support you, Meph, no matter what you choose. You're like our little sister, and we know just how much the Boss cares about you," Luke reassures, his voice warm and encouraging.

"Then... Can you give a girl some help?" I ask, rising from my seat and sauntering over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines until my gaze settles on a title.

"What do you need help with?" Kieran inquires, curiosity piqued.

"Well, if I'm going to compete against her, I might need to give this a shot," I declare, handing the book Humanity & Conquest to Luke. They both lean forward, resting their hands under their chins, as if caught in a cinematic moment, oohing and ahhing like they're in some Deadpool movie.

"Can you distract her for a bit?" I ask, walking around the table and wrapping my arms around their necks, pulling them in close with a conspiratorial grin. The playful camaraderie fills the room, a sense of mischief igniting in the air.

"I need two hours, I have to get that brooch off Sylus and I know exactly where it is." I say walking towards the front door.

"You want some Evol-sealing handcuffs and a tranquilizer gun?" Kieran jokes, casually sliding a pair of ordinary-looking cuffs along with a vibrant blue and pink gun that resembles anything but a tranquilizer onto the table. I pivot back, examining the cuffs with a raised eyebrow.

"Those aren't Evol-sealing handcuffs; did you forget I was locked up once?" I reply, sliding them back across the table with an incredulous smirk.

"And as for the gun, I know for damn sure if you think you can pass off regular handcuffs as Evol-sealing, then that 'tranquilizer' gun is surely just as questionable," I add, shaking my head in disbelief before facing the door once more.

"I told you she wasn't going to fall for it!" Luke bellows with a hearty laugh. A smile tugs at my lips as I exit, striding down the corridor towards the roof door. The sunlight warms my skin, and I inhale deeply, feeling invigorated. I whip out a long blade from my leg strap and slice through my hair; it tumbles to the floor with a soft thud, transforming into a cascade of black feathers. Once I'm satisfied, I sheath the blade and slap my cheeks, letting the sharp sting jolt me awake. Let's do this.

Descending the stairs of the fire escape, I make my way to the door that leads directly into Sylus' room. Quietly, I push it open, and gentle music wafts through the air, wrapping around me like a silken cloak. Peering inside, I find the only illumination coming from the flickering fireplace, casting dancing shadows that create an intimate, almost surreal atmosphere.

Sylus is gently resting, propped upright against the bed's headboard. His breaths are deep and even, creating a calming rhythm in the stillness of the room. I approach him quietly, noting the pained expression etched on his face. Instinctively, my hand reaches out to touch his cheek, and I feel his tension melt slightly under my fingers. I guess I'm not the only one struggling with nightmares.

I remove my hand and reach towards the area I had hidden the brooch before. I gently search around the edge of his left collar. A flutter of anxiety grips me, scared that I'm too late and the Heroine has found it before me but those thoughts wash away the moment my fingers feel a cold sharp edge of the brooch. I unpin it and once in view I can see the red jewel in the middle with a crow on top, my thumb trails over it. My thumb glides over its surface, a sense of familiarity stirring within me. I know I don't have the luxury of time to dwell on it. Just as I begin to retreat, an arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back and making me gasp.

"What?!" I exclaim, looking up to find Sylus' ruby eyes locked onto mine with a mischievous glint. Oh shit.

"Well, well, it looks like a little bird has been ensnared," he says, grinning wickedly, and my eyes widen in astonishment.

"Wait, what—" I begin, but he lets out a low chuckle that echoes through the air like a ripple.

"Don't worry, I won't go back on what I promised you," he assures, his hand brushing against the brooch I clutch tightly against my chest, sending a surge of electricity coursing through me.

"However, you chose to enter a monster's den, so you must pay the price," he murmurs, drawing me closer. My hands instinctively land on his chest, and before I can comprehend the force of his intentions, he pushes me back, sending me tumbling onto the bed. I'm momentarily surprised by how easily he relinquished his grip, but the gleam in his eyes reveals a predatory delight, as if he's found new prey. I attempt to crawl off the bed, only to have him effortlessly toss me back down, pinning my arms above my head while settling himself between my legs.

"You know, you've always been quite skilled at running away," he whispers in my ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine as his gaze zeroes in on my lips.

"When have I ev—" Before I can finish, we both hear footsteps halt just outside the door. With a flick of his hand, a quiet click echoes in the air, ensuring security against any interruption. The Heroine tries to open the door, her frustration evident as the handle rattles without giving way.

"Sylus—" I start, but he silences me with a hush, his lips brushing against my ear, igniting a current of tension between us.

"Shhh, unless you want her to hear us," he breathes, just as the Heroine's irritated voice filters through the door.

"Ugh are you serious? Just when I got the Evol-sealing handcuffs and tranquilizer gun from Luke and Kieran," she says. I stifle a laugh, placing my hands over my mouth as Sylus looks on, amusement flickering in his gaze. The door shakes again under her relentless attempts, and in that moment, he seizes the brooch from my grasp, making me gasp in surprise.

"Don't move," he whispers, studying the brooch with a slight smile. His hands casually brush against the fabric of my shirt, and my heart races, praying he won't notice the quickened beat beneath his fingers as he positions the brooch carefully on me.

"The auction is about to start, but what will happen after that..." he trails off, and I can't help but grab his hand gently, the thrill of the unknown swirling around us.

"I'm ready for whatever is going to happen," I declare. His thumb tenderly brushes against my cheek with a soft smile gracing his lips, igniting a flicker of hope amongst the impending chaos.

"...Deal. Try not to lose this brooch, there are quite a lot of people who would do anything to get their hands on it." he says. He pats my head, a gentle gesture that belies the intensity of his gaze. His words send a chill down my spine as I try to process the enormity of the situation. He stands up and turns to leave but his eyes don't leave mine.

"I'll go deal with that one, you go start to get ready." The words hang in the air. My heart starts to race as I realize this is the first step towards changing our fate or fighting fate. 

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A/N:

This chapter is heavily based off of Midnight Stealth: Bond Story

Read/Played in order:

1. Midnight Stealth: Bond Story

Next chapter should hopefully be a long one as we get back to the main storyline. Thank you all for supporting my fanfic!

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[CN] Gavin’s MQ: A Deep Sleep with Moonlight (Part Two)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Mind’s Quest, 与月色沉眠, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

Part One: here

[ This was released on 16 August 2021 ]

[ Chapter 4 ]

In the end, I finally contain Gavin’s enticement and wash the film, making a serious selection of the most suitable photos.

They came out similar to what I expected, and are good enough to be outstanding materials.

Since it isn’t convenient for me to move, Gavin sends me back in a car.

Along the way, the car suddenly jolts. He seems to notice something. All of a sudden, he turns the steering wheel to the right fiercely, and an ear-splitting sound whizzes against the car door.

I freeze for a moment, sensing that something isn’t quite right. I turn towards Gavin.

At this moment, he receives a phone call. He taps the bluetooth earpiece on his ear a few times.

Gavin: Looks like they were in more of a hurry that we thought. Then again, people do hate me.

As though expecting this, Gavin smiles, but there’s an indescribable iciness in it.

He stares at the front, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. The other reaches out, grabbing onto mine.

Gavin: Get Ah Lu and Hang Jie to the sniping position. Squad One and Squad Two, standby with the original plan. Verify the number of attackers. Keep up with the remaining four cars.

Gavin rapidly metes out crisp commands. With a turn of the steering wheel, he steps on the pedal, heading towards a secluded small road.

My heart is beating quickly, and I sense that everything is related to Gavin.

Is this a special mission? Or did we suddenly bump into a diabolical evildoer?

Suppressing the anxiety and worry in my heart, I sit on the front passenger seat quietly, not wanting Gavin to get distracted.

Gavin: There’s no need to worry. I’m here. But we’ll be home a little late.

The small road before my eyes meanders, and I can’t see where it ends. There’s no light in our surroundings, save for the car headlights illuminating the path in front of us.

Gavin glances into the rearview mirror. The car doesn't slow down. As though he has memorised the map of this area, he drives quickly and steadily.

Seemingly intending to lure the other party somewhere, Gavin doesn’t shake off the other party.

The car headlights are cut off by a tall wall. We’re driving down a path leading to a dead end.

We continuously approach the tall wall. However, Gavin remains confident, stepping on the brakes unhurriedly.

The friction of tyres on the ground pierces the silent night. Due to the inertia, the car spins in a semicircle before halting in place.

The other party appears to think that we have no room to retreat, and accelerates over.

Two gunshots cleave the air, accurately hitting the other party’s sprinting tyres.

A wave of heat couples the explosive sounds, causing that car to overturn.

Almost at the same time, STF agents appear and surround the car which is currently emitting smoke.

Gavin: I’ll leave the rest to all of you. I’m hanging up.

After saying this, Gavin steps on the pedal lightly. We breeze past the STF agents, heading towards the direction of home without stopping.

The air is tranquil and quiet. As compared to how he had handled the earlier issue with ease, Gavin seems to be slightly nervous.

He rubs the steering wheel a little restlessly. His brows are furrowed, and he purses his lips in silence.

Gavin: Are you afraid?

His question is a little hesitant. He doesn’t turn his head, and simply stares at the pitch dark road in front of him.

MC: I’m not afraid.

Gavin blinks slowly, then turns his face over quietly.

MC: You’re here, so there’s nothing to be afraid of. Is this related to what you’ve been busy with? You’ve been heading out late at night...

Gavin lowers his eyes, as though thinking of where to begin. After a moment of silence, he speaks.

Gavin: MC, how do you view Evol agents?

MC: They specialise in Evolver-related crimes?

Pale yellow streetlights cast specks of light and shadows into his eyes. Gavin stares at the street in front of him which is only illuminated by reflections of nearby light, as though he sees many things he can’t talk about clearly.

Gavin: Evol crimes involve many things that ordinary people can’t imagine. Since they can’t control their abilities, they pose a great risk. In the realm of crimes, they’re even more difficult to control and arrest than ordinary criminals. In order to catch them, we need to expend even more manpower and resources, as well as time. It may even require many years of investigation and lying low. Many Evol agents who carry out secret missions can only hide in the darkness. There are some who have even thrown away their names.

Gavin’s face is expressionless. He speaks monotonously and stiffly, as though he has torn away the nerves in his skin. His fingertips on the steering wheel have turned white.

I’m unable to speak, and can only look at him quietly.

Gavin: Aside from these hidden agents, some Evol agents need to be “visible”. They will show their faces in public, and will expose themselves to even more eyes.

I’m taken aback for a moment, recalling the time I had accidentally bumped into Gavin at the engagement banquet.

Even though he explained that he was just an ad-hoc bait back then, if I were to link it with what he said earlier...

MC: Are you one of those “visible” Evol agents?

Gavin: I need to protect my team.

It has started to pour. Droplets of rain pelt onto the window, leaving thin streaks behind.

MC: Do situations like today happen very often for you?

In an instant, my heart clenches. With his silent acknowledgement, I feel upset and an ache in my heart.

Perhaps Gavin’s daily life has always been unpredictable.

I suddenly recall how high-strung Gavin has been lately. Coupled with the guilt of not understanding this back then, my eyelids quiver.

MC: When I was injured... did you think it was done by the criminal who had his eye on you?

Gavin: You’ve always been by my side. Haven’t similar things happened before?

Gavin’s simple words are enough to overturn my perspective towards daily life.

Only now do I realise that perhaps the life I’m living currently has always been the result of his quiet protection.

Because he’s by my side. Because our names are tied together.

Before realising it, the car stops below my house. Gavin shuts off the engine with ease, then carries me towards the house.

Gavin: They advised me to keep a distance from you, or to hide you away. But I wasn’t willing to.

MC: Why not?

Wisps of water vapour are on his head. His fringe is in front of his eyes, tender and vivid.

Gavin: You have your own life, and you have things you want to do. I don’t want you to hide yourself because of me. I don’t care about what they care about. The things I care about - I’ll definitely be able to hold onto them.

The arms that carry me are dependable and powerful. It’s as though everything can be kept out in this warm embrace.

Gavin: They think I can’t protect you, but I can. Aside from protecting you, I also want us to be together openly and confidently. To do the things we want to do, and to lead a life happier than anyone else.

He carries me out of the lift, and steps through the door of the house in a practised manner. However, he doesn’t turn the lights on. After removing his shoes, he walks straight into the living room, and we nest on the sofa.

He tightens his grip on me slowly, the slightly damp air enveloping our surroundings. The darkness is akin to a warm embrace, absorbing the uneasiness in my heart.

Right now, words are ineffectual. All I want to do is hug him tightly.

MC: ...is there anything I can do for you?

Gavin: Don’t leave me.

Gavin’s words are very soft, as though they are part of the repeated longings and stubborn yearnings stored secretly in his heart on every quiet night.

Gavin: ...I’m actually very selfish.

Gavin: Gavin is an ordinary person. The moment I get home, I just want to hug the person I like immediately.

He exerts more pressure, then takes a careful breath.

Gavin: Are you afraid?

MC: You asked me that in the car earlier.

Gavin: Right now, what I’m asking is whether you’re afraid that things will become more dangerous because you’re with me.

Outside the window, a myriad of hazy, twinkling lights in the city pass through the misty rain and pelt onto the glass window, falling into his eyes.

They are so tender, but they bring me to tears.

-

Make a selection:

Option A: I’m afraid.

Option B: I’m not afraid.

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[ OPTION A: I’m afraid. ]

MC: I’m afraid.

At this moment, I sense that Gavin has stopped breathing.

MC: But I don’t care.

I place my hand on his exceptionally tense cheek, giving him a gentle peck at the corner of his lips.

MC: As compared to the fear, I care about you even more.

More than being afraid of the invisible darkness, I wish to be with you in the darkness, keeping you company as we walk towards a place emanating with light.

[ End of Split Path ]

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[ OPTION B: I’m not afraid. ]

MC: I’m not afraid.

The sound of heart beats at my ear are frantic and chaotic, as though awaiting  a fatal sentence.

Lifting my head, I lean towards his lips. In the darkness, his amber eyes seem to have light flowing in them.

MC: No matter how many times you ask, I’ll only have one answer. With you by my side, I’ll never be afraid.

I’m not afraid of any dark nights or mires at your side. I’m not afraid of any frightening situations or unease that I might face in the future.

You’re my courage.

[ End of Split Path ]

Gavin: Even though what happened this time was unrelated to me, I didn’t manage to protect you.

His glances at my leg cast, his handsome brows furrowing again.

Gavin: I wasn’t careful enough.

MC: I... I’ll protect you then. I’ll definitely pay more attention and be more careful, so that you can see me immediately once you come home.

Gavin is in a momentary daze. He doesn’t smile, but simply watches me even more seriously.

He seems to be tracing a copy of my face.

His lips lean in, responding to me softly and slowly.

Akin to a sense of relief, and also a confirmation.

[ 4: Extra Scene ]

In the drowsiness of night, my eyes are shut, and the sound of someone walking quietly on tiptoes drifts to my ears.

Two blankets have been prepared on the bed. However, since a certain point of time, only one of them continues to perform its duties.

The other side of the bed sinks slowly. I turn around, instinctively drawing closer to that familiar warmth.

MC: You’re back.

Gavin: Mm, I’m back. Why aren’t you asleep?

His voice is pretty soft. He draws me into his arms naturally, his chin leaning on the top of my head, releasing a long, satisfied sigh.

MC: I should be blaming you.

Gavin: Okay, I’m to blame.

Hearing him admit to his wrongdoing without even asking about it causes me to burst into laughter.

The night is quiet, leaving behind firm and powerful heart beats at my ear.

I can distinctly feel the tense muscles in his fingertips gradually slacken. He releases steady breaths, relaxing even further.

Our legs are tangled together naturally, the both of us finding the most comfortable position.

I know that to him, being on guard at every moment is a normalcy.

Yet, I hope that as much as possible, he can be even more relaxed and comfortable.

MC: Gavin.

Gavin: Hm?

MC: I think I’ve developed a bad habit because of you.

Gavin: Me too.

Gavin says this quietly. A little stunned, I open my eyes, lifting my head to look at him.

Beneath the soft moonlight, tenderness and a hint of a smile are bundled and intertwined in his eyes. Akin to a golden ocean beneath the gentle moonlight, they leave one intoxicated.

MC: I didn’t even say anything.

Gavin: It’s really easy to guess. But I believe that it’s because we’re the same.

A soft chuckle lands on my ear, causing my heart to soften.

MC: That won’t work. When you aren’t with me, it’s fine even if I can’t sleep. But if you aren’t able to sleep, you wouldn’t be able to focus during missions. When you’re on your own, it’s best to get sufficient sleep and proper rest. That way, you can return to my side safely.

I lift my head stubbornly to look at him. Nothing is more important than his safety.

Gavin: I promise you. No matter how much I miss you when I’m outside, I’ll definitely get proper sleep and return to your side safely. When I’m back, I’ll continue with this “bad habit”.

His breathing is light, sending this sincere and determined promise to my lips.

Gavin: Go to sleep. Goodnight.

Beneath the hazy moon, I sink into the moonlight belonging to me.

The night is filled with beautiful dreams.

[ Chapter 5 ]

After that incident, I become even more engrossed in preparing for the competition.

My leg has been recovering slowly, and I can now run to various sets to carry out production work.

Of course, I still require Gavin’s help. It’s just that he disappears occasionally for short periods of time.

Knowing more or less what’s going on, I store my thoughts away, focusing my attention on the shoot.

Looking at the images in the broadcasting station, the self-doubt which had been circling around me from before has been gradually replaced with another emotion.

I have to do my best to live and become myself.

Because all of this is possible due to Gavin’s hard work and protection.

He’s wilful, greedy, and strong.

He wants to be by my side, and wants me to shine as much as he does.

Whether not my work receives a prize, and whether anyone would like it - these things are no longer important.

I’ll simply do the best I can, and that’s enough.

-

When one is absorbed in something, time passes by rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, my recording work is done.

Looking at the empty set, I release a deep breath, and a great idea strikes me.

For the purposes of the shoot, I had rented a deluxe suite in a hotel. Just like in the movies I watched as a child, it takes up the entire floor.

Before the rental duration is over, I change into a beautiful dress and invite Gavin over.

MC: I’ve been wearing work clothes whenever I’m here, and was always covered in dust. It’s rare to rent such a luxurious room spanning the whole floor, but it was used entirely for work. So at the end, let’s “take advantage” of this and enjoy it!

Swishing my dress to and fro, I give Gavin a smile.

Gavin: Seems that the filming went smoothly.

MC: Mmhmm. I’m really confident in this work.

Gavin: Looks like I can congratulate you in advance.

MC: That won’t be good. People need to be a little humble.

Despite my words, I’ve already started to let my mind wander, imagining the scene of me obtaining the prize. I can’t help but reveal a silly smile.

MC: I’ve never stood on such a podium before, and I’d even have to give an awardee’s speech!

Gavin: Why don’t we practice?

Gavin sits on a rounded sofa, looking at me with a smile.

Feeling a little shy, I brush my cheek. Under Gavin’s serious and encouraging gaze, I bow pretentiously, standing in front of a small bar counter.

MC: Cough cough. Hello everyone, I’m Producer MC.

In this moment, I feel as though I’m genuinely standing beneath the spotlights.

It’s as though my name is hanging on a large screen behind me. Countless fatigued and hardworking faces flash before my eyes.

In order to make this brilliant moment possible, they had expended countless late nights and passion.

The audience seats are dark, and I can only see the eyes of one person.

MC: I...

I can feel a wave of warmth surging up my chest, coating my eyes with mist.

MC: I find that I’m very blessed. I’m blessed to have met every companion who has worked hard with me. They are more serious than anyone else, work harder than anyone else, and are worthy of all the praise and applause. They’re amazing, and they make me feel that simply meeting them is already the greatest happiness.  I’m also very blessed to have met one person. That person...

I look into Gavin’s eyes. Countless words surge out of my heart, and I find that I’m unable to use any term to describe him.

MC: He made me realise that I give off light. If I had never met him, I might have continued producing some works. But I definitely wouldn’t have become the person I am today. He’s the one who makes me shine.

I take slow steps towards Gavin, taking his hand tenderly.

MC: Any thoughts if I say those things?

Gavin: You’re missing one line.

MC: What?

Gavin: “You’ll stay by that person’s side forever.”

Gavin’s eyes crinkle into a smile, his face filled with an unconcealed light, along with a slight tinge of coyness.

MC: I’ll stay by that person’s side forever.

He tugs on me gently, making me sit on his lap.

MC: If I really win an award in the future, I’ll definitely ask you to do something.

Gavin: Go to the venue with you?

MC: Not only that.

From my bag, I retrieve the lipstick that Gavin had applied on me the last time, twirling it in front of him.

MC: I want you to apply lipstick for me just like you did in the darkroom. That way, I’ll be more confident, and feel like I can do anything.

Gavin lowers his eyes. He seems to think of something. With an indolent smile, he takes the lipstick from my hand.

He covers the back of my head with one hand, as though prohibiting me from running away. It makes me feel a little uneasy.

The lipstick makes contact with my lips, rubbing against them slowly.

Gavin leans in closer, and our breaths are almost mingling together.

The lipstick seems to have been applied crookedly again. He brings his lips forward, rubbing mine unhurriedly, just as his fingertips did before.

His movements are unusually sluggish. His eyes are fixed on me, making me unable to leave his line of sight.

Gavin: I applied it crookedly. Sorry about that.

Gavin says this unapologetically. His soft chuckle lands on my lips, causing me to tremble.

He backs away slightly, continuing to focus on applying the lipstick. However, his gaze remains locked on my eyes.

Every single “accidental” smear of the lipstick is followed by a teasing and rousing rub.

MC: [blushing] Gavin...! You aren’t applying the lipstick at all!

Gavin: I thought this was what you were referring to.

His voice is incredibly close, as though it can be channelled into my heart even more quickly through my mouth.

The corners of his lips are smudged with messy traces. His light chuckles are almost able to draw all my energy away.

I’m completely helpless in front of such a Gavin. Rubbing the lipstick marks at the side of his mouth, I try to pull together some reason, and snatch the lipstick from his hand.

MC: [blushing] T-there are many other places in this suite, like a swimming pool and an arcade. You can try them. For now, we could...

Before I can finish speaking, my world spins, and I find myself underneath Gavin.

MC: What’s wrong! Is there a sudden attack?!

Gavin: Mmhmm. But it’s mine.

His face is above mine, bringing with it an intense aura.

The warm sunlight outside the window is wilful and bright, completely disabling me from concealing my shyness.

My hand slides across the corner of his mouth which I have yet to clean properly. Brushing past his exceptionally scorching breaths, it lands on the tip of his ear.

Gavin: Isn’t it up to me? I’m not interested in any of those things.

His hand rests on a railing at the side, keeping me hemmed in. He has hemmed me into a world where he’s the only one in my eyes.

Dazzling light falls on Gavin’s face, causing the desire and thirst in his eyes to be exposed unreservedly before me.

Simply being watched like this causes me to hold my breath, and I tremble involuntarily.

MC: [blushing] ...don’t look at me like that.

Gavin: What’s wrong?

A soft chuckle lands on my ear. Gentle and slow kisses reminiscent of a caress trail down my neck and to my shoulder.

MC: [blushing] Because I'll feel really nervous.

Gavin: I like it when you’re nervous because of me. When you go crazy for me. When you’re captivated by me.

Closely woven kisses accompany his words, landing on every patch of my skin.

My world is a completely blank, leaving behind his voice and a continuous stream of panting.

Gavin: Just like how I feel because of you.

-

Abruptly, the service phone rings from the living room.

Gavin doesn’t move an inch. A gust of wind courses past, tugging nimbly on the telephone extension before hovering beside us. An elegant and polite voice drifts from the other end of the line.

Attendant: Respected guests, may I know if you require any afternoon tea service? If you have any other requests, we will serve you wholeheartedly.

Gavin arches his brows. Then, he leans over, his indolent voice descending on my lips.

Gavin: Before we contact you, please do not disturb us. Thank you.

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Gavin's New Rain Date- Analysis

Finally was able to watch this new Gavin date, and of course, the gears in my brain started to turn and analyse then type out each individual sentence. I love how I will never look at MLQC content the same way ever again ever since I started Tumblr.

This analysis will heavily be referencing Gavin and MC’s high school history which I made a detailed timeline that you can read before moving onto this analysis.

Following the sound, I discovered a cardboard box in a corner of a wall along the street, with one white and one black kitten crammed within, looking up at me and meowing incessantly.

MC: “Are you guys hungry?”

I squatted down and took out a little packet of sealed cat food.

“You two share now, okay?”

Seeing the two cats tussling over what was apparently their first meal in a while, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I placed the umbrella on top of the cardboard box and prepared to get up and run to the metro station but the rain pattering down suddenly halted.

A shadow blocked out the sky over me. I looked up in surprise to see Gavin holding an umbrella.

Gavin: “So there you are.”

-

He started walking, and we proceeded shoulder to shoulder toward the metro station under the broad umbrella. The rain dripped and splashed everywhere. Suddenly, a scene from the past flashed in my mind, giving me a feeling of déjà vu.

MC: “This seems to have happened before.”

He turned to look at me, a flash of nostalgia in his eyes.

Gavin: “It has, actually.”

He looked at the falling rain and the shining street lights, and thought back to a long time ago when they first met. That was also a rainy day, lit up with the dim lamplight. The drizzle on the girl’s bangs blossomed into a neon glow the boy had never seen before. -New Rain Date

-

As he passed down by the alley, he saw a girl squatting at the corner like a mushroom. She didn’t have an umbrella, relying on a thin, rundown roof for shelter.

Gavin could hear sounds coming from the paper box. Confused, he paused in his steps. It turned out to be a little kitten.  

The girl’s clothes and hair were already drenched from the rain and running down along the side of her face, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. The kitten, with a handkerchief covering it, would meow occasionally .

The girl chuckled softly and said, “are you hungry?”

At that moment, Gavin had thought the girl was asking that question to herself. She retrieved snacks from her bag and opened it, feeding it to the kitten.

The drizzle that accompanied the dim street lamps along the roadside, fell on the tips of the girl’s hair. A rainbow he had never seen before then appears. For an inexplicable reason, for a long time Gavin had stood there until the girl had turned back.

She looked at Gavin in astonishment, not knowing how he had been standing at the opening of the alley.

Water droplets dropped continuously onto Gavin drenching his light-coloured fringe on in front of his forehead. A few seconds passed, and the girl’s astonishment changed into a clear smile, warming into Gavin’s heart without permission.

Gavin frustrated kicked away a can near his feet. He then hurriedly removed his jacket, covering it over the girl’s head. He heard a faint “thank you!” from behind when he had gone.

Gavin ran in the rain, his white shirt fully drenched. In the eyes of that girl, Gavin had a different colour when compared to the tales told about him. -CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets

Just from a couple of sentences, we can make out a lot of parallels. I love how in MLQC, the writers make the effort for the storyline and events to juxtapose certain parts, as well. From here, we can also highlight new concepts, too.

On the first rainy day of high school, MC encounters a hungry kitten in a box and feeds it. At the exact moment, Gavin sees her for the first time. After a while, MC turns and smiles at him. In response to this, he takes off his own school jacket and drapes it over her head to shelter her from the rain. He runs off.

Similarly, in the New Rain Date, on a rainy day after work, MC sees two cats in a box and feeds them. Once Gavin sees her, he approaches her to shelter her with his umbrella, and she turns to smile at him. He smiles back. They both leave together.

In addition to the parallels, we can denote specific uses of symbolism that has been established.

The most first and most obvious one- rain. Rain is the symbol of renewal and rebirth. It’s the “washing away of the old” and “regrowing something better”. Without rain, you can’t grow flowers, right? In this context, rain represents the growing pain but also the beauty of life.

Gavin with the umbrella reinforces the physical idea sheltering her from the rain, but he also wants to protect her literally and metaphorically from any danger or any hardship. Like before back then in high school, he gives her his jacket to protect her from the rain- from being drowned like him. But this time, they are under shelter of the umbrella, together. As well of course, not to mention that he gave her his jacket this time around and found her in it, too.

Even within the date title, “New Rain”, we can also apply the contrast between back when they were in high school and where they are currently. The “old rain” would showcase the ideas of being with someone after waiting for them. This concept is what Gavin and MC both discuss, symbolic to their relationship because it unknowingly reminds them of how they were before. This develops into a higher understanding from reflecting, therefore catalyses the “new rain”.

I flipped through pages and stopped at one-

“All this time, I’ve been waiting for you to knock at this door and join me out of the rain.”

The delicate handwriting in blue ink was now a bit blurred. I couldn’t resist wondering what the story was behind the entry.

Gavin: “What are you reading?”

MC: “It seems to be a tale of unrequited love.”

I showed Gavin the entry in the guest book, and after reading it, a confused look came over him.

Gavin: “What makes you think that?”

MC: “Love is just like a sudden storm. One of them was out in the rain, wanting to knock on the door but hesitating. The other was waiting inside for a knock that never came.”

Gavin: “What do you think became of them?”

MC: “Perhaps the more you like someone, the more hesitant you are?”

Gavin: “But maybe at the end of the story, they were together.”

MC states that love comes expectantly, with the knock of intrusion to bring a house of cards down. You never know until it happens on hindsight- that the person is exactly what you want and need.

“It’s she who told me I could live a stronger life. And it’s she who told me I could live a more tender life.” -Spring Festival Date

Gavin had a tough upbringing contrasted to MC, with Gavin noting that she had a very pure look in her eyes when he first met her.

It is certain that MC (thankfully) hadn’t experienced when Gavin had back in his age, and although Gavin who had thought to be “damaged goods” to others, was willing to put that past him and take a chance with MC. Therefore, wanting to experience life- everything that it has to offer- together.

Upon flipping to a certain page, a familiar handwriting once again appeared before me. A simple sentence was written in the white space on the page. “It’s sunshine after rain. We’re together.”

-

MC: “Gavin, after you left, I read through the guest book some more and found the ending. They were together after all!”

Gavin: “Then one of them must have opened that door first.”

MC: Right. But if they had poured their hearts to each other from the beginning, then they wouldn’t have had to wait so long, would they?”

Gavin: “Maybe that person wasn’t afraid of knocking on the door. Maybe there was some other reason.”

His words made me think of that blood-stained letter, and the leaving without saying goodbye- or so I’d thought. The figure of someone waiting in a library seemed to form in front of me.

Again, MC had wondered “why couldn’t they confess?” almost like how people may have thought Gavin had every opportunity to confess to MC in high school.

But, the fact is, he really didn’t. Extrinsic forces, such as his father, his Evol and keeping MC safe from a distance had stopped him, or rather what MC further states, “perhaps the more you like someone, the more hesitant you are,” hesitated instead, because Gavin cannot fathom risking MC for absolutely anything at all. That is, until when he ran out of time and wrote the letter to her.

MC: “But if the rain had stopped, they would have missed it. If it was you, what would you do?”

Gavin paused. His hand holding the jacket stopped on my shoulder, while the other wipe away a bead of water from my face.

Gavin: “I would wait in the rain forever.”

He stared deeply into my eyes, and for moment I got the feeling that he wasn’t just speaking from hypotheticals. The feeling gave me an unexplainable hurtful sensation, and the rain continued to fall.

MC: “But the rain would stop in the end.”

“No, it wouldn’t.” This time he spoke without hesitation.

Gavin: “And if it did, I would wait for it to start raining all over again.”

The thing is, he really would wait for however long for her. He would persevere through life’s pains for her. He would be there time and time again to shelter her. He would go through all of it again just to meet her once more. SOBS SOBS SOBS

His calloused fingertip slipped from my cheek to my lip, bringing my breath to a halt for a second.

“Because there will never be another person like her.”

He caressed my bottom lip, and I could feel his warm breath clearly across my cheek. At seem point, my hand worked its way up to the side of his neck, an uncontrollable urge to get closer.

“Only you can find the real Gavin. Before meeting you, no one has ever entered his heart, because no one had ever reached it before. Only one person has ever broken though.”

Finally, his kiss fell upon my lips, along with a sightly chill wetness and that scent that only Gavin, had, taking my senses by storm. There was an emotion in his smouldering eyes that made my heart skip a heart, but it only scratched the surface, not going further.

The kiss was over in a moment, and only his scorching body heat still lingered distinctively on my lips.

“Now, I’ve knocked on the door.”

Without saying a word, I slipped my arm around Gavin’s neck and pulled him close, then closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. Gavin froze, and his breath was immediately thrown off rhythm. But the next second, his hand was pressing the back of my hand, not giving me the chance to back out.

Perhaps… before you knocked on the door, I had already walked into the storm, to stand by your side.

The rain seemed without end. And we waited in the rain, for when the sun would shine again.

They’re willing to go through life’s pains in order to be with each other and live through the happiness they created together. MC fully accepts him the way he is, and instead of being under his protection, she’s willing to fight for him, beside him.

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Remembrance (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: In a world where strangers abound, friends become foes. Warnings: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Spoilers for Shaw’s identity and the latest chapters in the EN server (up to and including Chapter 24; the rest is pure speculation and imagination on my part as I generally try to steer clear of spoilers on other servers), hints of exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, angst Word Count: ~1500 words (~7 mins of smut & angst) Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by one of the many karmas that recently hit the CN server (please see pic above) and Gavin won out in my poll of which boy to write for first!  As with many things MLQC-related, you know I had to inject a dose of angst with my smut 🤣

SPOILER WARNING: For all my friends that are caught up on the latest chapters in the EN server, this story takes place in a timeline where MC is still unrecognized by the boys, but has developed some of that badassery I’m so looking forward to seeing in the future (I mean, just LOOK at the expression on her face in that karma; it screams “DON’T MESS” and I’m ALLLL for it LOL).  That being said, please note the warnings listed above and happy reading! 😊

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He doesn’t know you.

If there was ever any doubt, it is driven swiftly from your mind by the frost in amber eyes, the gaze that once held nothing but tenderness now tinged with suspicion and distrust.

“Who are you?  How did you gain access to the classified files?”

The grip on your wrists tightens, the leathery smoothness of his gloved hand a sharp contrast to the strength in those long fingers, binding your arms behind you with ease.  Gavin’s breath is hot, dancing on the nape of your neck in unhurried rhythm despite the precariousness of the situation.

What did he have to be afraid of, after all?  He wasn’t the one in a compromised position, pinned against a glass wall in the Archives room - the inner sanctum of the Special Task Force headquarters.

“My patience is wearing thin.  You’d better start talking.”

His voice is hushed, low and dangerous and completely out of place when directed towards you.  A lifetime ago, when the biggest worry you had involved convincing a certain CEO not to pull funding from your production company, Gavin had loved you — completely and unconditionally.

Now you knew what it was to stand on the other side of that fence.

The woman you were before would’ve cowered, limbs shaking beyond control as her blank mind raced in endless circles, trying to come up with something, anything, to extricate herself from the desperate situation.

Scared.

Helpless.

All the things you no longer identified with.

Your breath fogs up the glass, mere inches from the tip of your nose.  Each passing second of silence sees Gavin’s brows furrow even deeper in the reflection staring back at you, his handsome features easily made out against the darkness of the surrounding hallways — dim save for the odd crimson glow marking exits and doors.

Shaw said he’d provide you with cover but apparently even he was capable of miscalculation.  No one was supposed to be here, let alone his older brother.  You wondered if he watched you now through the cameras panning the room; wondered whose eyes, if any, fell upon the pair of bodies pressed so tightly together they might well have been mistaken for lovers caught in flagrante.

Lovers.

In another life, you had called Gavin yours.  

The thought settles heavy in your heart, sinking until it reaches the pit of your stomach.  You knew what had to be done, hoped you had the wherewithal to make it happen.  Physically, there is no contest: Gavin is much too strong and fast for you to take on.  Escape now is contingent on the hope that even if he had no recollection of you, his body would still respond to the things you knew he loved best.

“I bear no ill intentions towards the Special Task Force, Commander Bai, least of all towards you.”

Half-whispered, the tone of your voice is sultry, aiming to disarm.  Taking a deep breath, you step back, moving closer into the curve of Gavin’s body as you ignore the awkward angle of your stance.  The lapels of his overcoat brush soft against your bare shoulders and suddenly…

…you recognize that scent.

Soap on skin.  Windblown hair.  The memories wash over you, relentless like the undertow of a tidal wave: the letter you never opened — bloodied and crumpled.  The boy with the bandaged face, thrusting his jacket over your head as he yelled over the din of pouring rain for you to make a run for the school gates.  Your heart had pounded even then to be close enough to catch the subtle fragrance of his soap.

I’m sorry, Gavin.

You feel the heat of tears rolling down your cheeks, see them glisten in the reflection looking back at you.  And when you crane your neck to face him, amber eyes widen at the sight, Gavin’s grip on your wrists loosening just a bit to hear you say,

“You’re hurting me.”

Feigning innocence, you keep your gaze locked on his, letting your mouth fall open just enough to allow your tongue to sweep out and wet pink lips.

“Don’t you remember me, Gavin?”

Exaggerating the arch of your back, your bottom juts against the plane of his groin, hard even beneath layers of clothing.  And when your hips begin their languid sway — tracing figure eights over his body in an attempt to persuade — the prominent bob of Gavin’s Adam’s apple signals that you are on the right track.

“I…I don’t know who—”

“Touch me, and maybe then you’ll remember.”

You let your head fall back onto Gavin’s chest like so many times before, hear the echo of his heart — racing now — when you peer up at him from beneath your lashes.  Fighting against his grip, you slide your hands down and over the outline of his hardening cock…slow…until you reach the hem of your skirt.

Grasp and pull.  Up, up, up.  Try not to shiver when the cool air hits your bare skin.  Let the memories of the love you shared with this man burn bright enough to melt the ice of this Eternal Winter.

“I don’t care who sees if you don’t, Commander Bai.  You have nothing to fear from me.  I’m unarmed.  Check for yourself…”

Barely breathing now, you maneuver — cautious — until your palm is pressed to his.  Gavin’s fingers twitch and you seize the opportunity before it flees.  It is now your hand that grasps his, bringing it down and around the curve of your hip until it slides beneath the lace of your panties.

“Hm…”

Gavin moans despite himself to feel the heat radiating from your core even through leather, distraught at how uncharacteristically he was behaving.  He was seasoned enough to know when he was walking into a trap and yet, there was something about you that told him you weren’t lying; that he did know you even if he had no recollection of ever laying eyes on you in his life.

Maybe that was why he let himself be led, allowing your touch to ease the disquiet in his chest to feel like he finally found something important he once lost without even realizing it.

Your purse slides off your shoulder when you lurch forward, hands shooting out last minute to prevent your face from kissing glass as your knees shake to feel his gloved hand rubbing circles about your swelling clit.  Each stroke is torturously slow, as if Gavin were patiently getting reacquainted with the body that took very little time to respond to his touch.

You could hear it, after all — the wet sounds that accompanied the movement of his fingers, especially now that the middle and index were beginning to traverse the length of your slit, curving at your entrance to gather the arousal that pooled.

And when he holds up his hand before both of you, the sticky sheen that darkened leather in places makes you blush before all thoughts of self-consciousness are swept away by the sight of Gavin licking from knuckle to tip, white teeth biting to pull the glove off one hand, then the other.

You feel the heat of his skin now, the roughened callouses on fingers and palm sweeping gently along the line of your jaw, eyes of molten gold observing every movement in the reflection of you and him on glass like an intimate portrait.  And suddenly, there is no Special Task Force, no NW, no Black Swan…no Evol.  

Nothing else but you and him.

I love you.

The silent echo of your unspoken words settle in the darkest corners of your heart as your close your eyes, giving over to the touch of Gavin’s hands — one cradling your face as the other conforms to the curve of your breast.

“I don’t know why…”

Soft lips brush against the lobe of your ear en route to dropping kisses along the pulse of your neck.

“…but I’ll trust you this one time.”

There is an edge to his voice as Gavin pulls back, burying the tip of his nose into the nape of your neck and inhaling deep before he steps aside to let you pass.

“Go.  Before the rest of them get here.  Don’t ever let me catch you again.”

His eyes fall on you, scanning from head to toe before he reaches out to retrieve your purse from the floor and drape it over your shoulder.

“Gavin, I—”

You’re interrupted when the doors at the far end of one hallway slam open with a bang, STF agents spilling through with weapons at the ready.  Gavin shoves you towards the exit, shouting “GO NOW!” as he makes to step between you and the approaching brigade.

And as you make your escape, running so fast each breath draws the taste of blood, you fight to keep the tears from blurring your vision, all the while unaware of the amber eyes trained in your direction…watching until you merge with darkness itself.

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Neko MC (Evol Fluctuation)

THIS PICTURE IS EDITED BY ME

Gavin

• Surprised to see MC with cat ears and tail when he wakes up first thing in the morning.

• Runs his fingers in her tail, making her shiver and tugs on it gently. She turns away from him, her ears nearly sticking in her head, face red.

Victor

• Opens his eyes to see a fluffy tail in front of him. The tip of her tail tickling his chin.

• Putting the big plate of pancakes in front of her, makes her fluffy tail flicks up and down. Victor smiles as he watch her eat.

Lucien

• Surprised to see MC going out of the bedroom with cat ears and tail. Asks her what's going on and if she feels something weird.

• Can't stop smiling and starts to tease her as she cuddles up to him and purrs, his hand scratching her waist.

Kiro

• Shifts around to hug MC but hugged something small and fluffy instead. Surprised to see her with ear and tails.

• Thinks it's the coolest thing ever to see MC as a neko. Playing and snuggling with each other for the next 24 hours.

Shaw

• Turns around and sees MC wearing a skirt uncomfortably, her hands hiding her ears.

• Teases her by tugging at her tail and pinching her ears, making her annoyed.

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Gavin

• Eyes fluttering open, Gavin's face is just inches away from her. She runs her fingers in his lip when she felt something furry in her legs. She looks down and jolted up suddenly when she sees a tail between her thighs. Gavin was woken up by the sudden move. Sleepily looking up, his eyes widens when he looks at you.

• "You..." Sitting up he runs a hand in her head. Feeling weird she asks. "Why does my head feels weird, I thought my fever was already gone." Hearing this, he chuckles and takes a hand mirror from the bedside table. Before she could take the mirror from his hands, she gasps and runs her hands in her head.

• In her head, she has a pair of fluffy and furry cat ears with her tail behind her. Her jaw drops and she stutters. "Looks like you have evol fluctuation." Gavin says calmly as he pats her head. Reaching out for her tail, she runs her fingers before greeting him with a good morning and kissed his cheek.

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• She snuggled close to Gavin in the couch, her tail flicks back and forth at the back of his neck from time to time, tickling him. She nestles in his arms and he kisses her ears. He laughs softly when she purrs and nuzzles her head at the side of his neck.

• Reaching out to take the jar of cookie in the table, her tail straightened up and Gavin couldn't resist to touch it. She turns to him, opens the jar and offer him cookies. He takes one and asks. "Can I touch it?" Smiling, she nods.

• He runs his fingers in her tail and tugs on it gently, making her shiver. She turns away from him, her ears nearly sticking in her head, face red. "G-Gavin..." She says his name, her face red as a tomato.

• "Cute." He says as he runs the back of his hand in her cheeks. "A-anyway... I wonder when will I get back to normal." She rubs her blazing cheeks before taking a cookie. "I don't know, but, you look cute as a neko." His amber eyes bore straight hers, making her shy even more.

• And..... spends their time cuddling together since it's weekend.

Victor

• Shifting in her sleep, she turns her back on Victor and hugs her pillow. Her ears twitches and her tail flicks back and forth in his chin, tickling him in his sleep. He opens his eyes to see a fluffy tail in front of him and sees the tip of her tail tickling his chin. He sat up and looks at her.

• Her ears twitches and she shifted again. His lingers at her and looks at the clock at the bedside table. "4:59." He lies back down the bed and wraps his arms around her. He rests his chin at the crown of her head, her fluffy ears in his cheeks.

• "Your evol must've fluctuated since you're working overtime for a month now." He whispered. Her eyes flutters open and looks up at his profile. She meets his eyes and feels something fuzzy in her back. Turning her head, her eyes widens when sees her fuzzy tail.

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• The smell of pancakes permeates the whole kitchen. Seating at the kitchen stool, her tail flicks side to side. Pancakes in the plates, Victor puts some cream and strawberries before carrying the plates in the dinning table. Putting the big plate of pancakes in front of her, makes her fluffy tail flicks up and down. Victor smiles as he watch her eat.

• He sat down in front of her and takes a bite of his own breakfast. It didn't take long when she finished eating her pancakes. Her ears perks up when she sees Victor sips his coffee calmly in front of her and has no intention to go to office.

• "You're not going to the office." She asks as she props her face with her hands. "Who would take care of this dummy if I'm not here." He says teasingly, continuing to eat. She earns a chuckle from him when she spoke in a low voice. "I said it to you before that I'm okay, Hmph."

• Pudding can't help but to stare and follow her all day, thinking that his mom looks just like him😂

Lucien

• Shifting in her sleep, she felt something fuzzy in her wrapping in her arm. She suddenly jumps up when she opens her eyes. She runs in the bathroom and stood in front of the full length mirror. Dumbfounded, she touches her furry ears before splashing water in her face, thinking that she's still in a dream.

• Water drips into her shirt and sees that the fluffy ears is still in her head. She takes a bath awkwardly before going out of the bedroom and sees Lucien sitting in the couch in the living room. He's surprised to see MC going out of the bedroom with cat ears and tail.

• Greets her good morning and asked her what's going on and if she feels something weird. Greets him back and shakes his head. Her ears perks up and her tail straightens up when she smells eggs and bacons, making Lucien chuckle in delight. Hands interlocked with his, she leads him to the kitchen and eat breakfast.

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• The two of them takes a leave and he came up with the solution that her evol fluctuated and can change back in a day. With nothing else to do, the two of them reads their favorite books. She reaches for a mug of tea and sigh contentedly. Feeling that someone is watching her, she looks up and sees Lucien staring at her. "Is something on my face?" She asks innocently and he boops her nose.

• "Seeing the little butterfly turns into a feline, I can't help but stare because she looks so cute." He spoke, his crinkles and moves more closer to her. She smiles and rests her head in his shoulder, drinking his fresh and familiar scent. One of his hand rested in her and the other one in her face.

• "That tickles!" She exclaims, giggling. He can't stop smiling and starts to tease her as she cuddles up to him and purrs, his hand scratching her waist. "Stop it! Hahaha..." She laughs and tries to push him away. He pulls her even closer, their face inches apart. He rests his forehead with hers before closing in for a kiss.

• She ended up falling asleep in his arms letter on, enjoying the warmth that's coming from him.

Kiro

• Kiro Shifts around to hug MC but hugged something small and fluffy instead. Eyes widening in surprise when he sees a tail and her with feline ears. His eyes sprakles and reaches out to touch her ears. Thinking that it was a surprise for him, he tugs on it making her brows furrowed. Seeing that the ears won't come off, he looks at her tail and see that it's really attached to her skin.

• She felt something ticklish in her head and back making her annoyed. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by those two sapphire eyes. "Good morning fluffy chips~" Kiro beams at her as he fiddles with her tail. She greets him back and asks where did the fluffy tail from came from.

• Kiro laughs softly and runs his hands in her tail upwards, sensing the funny feeling creeping up her back made her eyes wide. Sitting up, she looks sideways at the full length mirror at the side of the bed. A fluffy ear peeks out from her messy hair and a tail flicking at her back

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• "Looks like my evol fluctuated..." She sighs and burrows herself in his arms. He hums and kisses the crown of her head. He inhales her scent and plays with her tail. It flicks back and forth while her ears tickles both of his chin and cheeks.

• His hands glides down from her back to her waist and scratches it. She purrs and wraps her arms around his neck. "Miss Chips is clingy today." He spoke softly as he takes a bag of chips beside him. Her ears twitches at the sound of the bag opening.

• Kiro blows on her ears playfully before putting a chip in her lips and she eats the chip happily. Her tail straightens and flicks up and down. "You're like Cello Miss Chips." He chuckles as she shifted and sits down his lap. She smiles and nestles in his arms and continues to watch the movie they're watching.

• And Cello sneakily jumps to their side and playfully bit MC's tail, making her jump in surprise.

Shaw

• Sitting up groggily, she rubs her eyes and stretches before going to the bathroom. She washes her face and realized that she has furry ears and tail. Thinking that she's still in the dreamland, she splashes water in her face and confirmed that it's real.

• She dresses up and goes straight to the empty live bar. She rushed in and went inside a backstage room where Shaw is practicing. She takes of her jacket and her hat, "Uhm... Shaw..." He turns around and sees MC wearing a skirt uncomfortably, her hands hiding her ears.

• She was about to tell him what happened when he suddenly says, "Cute." She was stunned for a moment and her cheeks reddens. "Seems like your evol fluctuated. No worries, you'll turn back to normal sooner." He reassures her before giving her a can of cola.

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• "Stop it Shaw!" She pouts and turns her back at him. He teases her by tugging at her tail and pinching her ears, making her annoyed. "Oh come on, I'm just teasing you." He smiles and she huffs. He takes another can of cola and gives it to her.

• She glares at him and accepts the can and chugs it down. "Okay, okay, I'll stop." He chuckles and reach out to touch her tail once again. It flicks back and forth, avoiding Shaw's hand. He blows on her ears making it stick to her head and suddenly runs a finger in her tail. Her fur stood up and she pinches his cheeks.

• "I said, stop it." She pouts as she leans on him, still pinching his cheeks. Meeting his Amber's, she lost herself in it. Moments after, she came back to her senses. She kisses his chin before turning away and palms her red face. He laughs and spoke softly. "As an apology for making you annoyed, I'll treat you to hotpot later."

• His bandmates didn't dare interrupt their sweet time and went on practice.

A/N: BEEN BUSY LATELY AND FINALLY HAD THE TIME TO FINISH THIS｡ꞈ｡

ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE UwU.

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