#cale is way too nonchalant

[sillydestiny]

Headcanon: Cale Henituse Being Jealous

- Cale, known for his indifferent and nonchalant demeanor, rarely shows his emotions openly. However, when it comes to you, his significant other, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy from time to time.

- One of the triggers for Cale's jealousy is when he sees you getting along with others, especially if they happen to be charismatic or attractive. Despite knowing that he's being unreasonable, he can't help but imagine worst-case scenarios in his mind.

- His jealousy is subtle but noticeable to those who know him well. You might catch a fleeting glance in the direction of anyone getting too close to you or sharing a laugh with you. Cale, being the protector he is, can't help but feel possessive.

- It's not that he doubts your loyalty or commitment. Instead, it's an irrational fear of losing you, the one person who has managed to break through his carefully constructed walls.

- When someone flirts with you, Cale's first instinct is to stay composed. However, if it persists, you can see a subtle tension in his jaw, a sign that he's barely containing his irritation.

- Cale's jealousy often manifests as subtle actions, like a tightened jaw or a narrowed gaze. He might pretend to be indifferent, but his observant nature means he notices even the smallest interactions you have with others.

- His jealousy is more pronounced when it comes to people he perceives as a potential threat. If someone shows too much interest in you or seems to enjoy your company a bit too much, Cale's protective instincts kick in.

- He becomes more attentive when other people express interest in you, silently observing and analyzing the situation.

- Instead of confronting the situation directly, Cale tends to distance himself momentarily. He might become quieter or retreat into his thoughts, trying to understand and manage his emotions before reacting.

- Cale, being the meticulous planner he is, often finds himself devising subtle ways to subtly mark his territory.He might pull you into a quiet corner or find subtle ways to touch you, as if to remind everyone (and himself) that you're with him.Whether it's leaving a personal item of his with you or making sure to hold your hand a bit tighter in public, these small gestures are his way of asserting his presence.

- Despite his jealousy, Cale values open communication. If he recognizes that his jealousy is irrational, he will eventually share his feelings with you, albeit in a calm and collected manner. He believes in addressing issues head-on rather than letting them fester.

- Over time, as your relationship with Cale deepens, he learns to trust you more. While his jealousy doesn't vanish completely, he becomes better at managing it, understanding that you chose him for a reason.

In summary, Cale Henituse's jealousy is a nuanced aspect of his personality. It stems from a place of deep care and affection for you, and he navigates it with a mix of subtle actions and open communication, ultimately strengthening your bond.

[missy4176]

Protective When You're Ill

Cale Henituse x Reader

When you fall ill, Cale Henituse, the usually nonchalant and indifferent young master, surprises you with how much he actually cares. Despite his habitual laziness and penchant for avoiding anything troublesome, Cale can't help but be unusually attentive when it comes to your well-being.

Cale's initial reaction to finding out you're sick is a mix of concern and annoyance—concern because he genuinely cares for you, and annoyance because, well, this means more trouble. However, his expression remains calm and composed, the same blank look he's known for. He’s not one to openly display his emotions, but there's a subtle shift in his demeanor, a slight tightening of his jaw, and a softening of his gaze that tells you he’s worried.

He might sigh, "This is so bothersome," but the way he immediately moves to make sure you're comfortable contradicts his words. He'd brush it off as a small inconvenience, but deep down, he’s already planning how to ensure you get better as quickly as possible.

Cale is surprisingly attentive when it comes to making sure you're comfortable. Despite his tendency to avoid effort, he finds himself bringing you water, adjusting your pillows, and making sure you're warm enough. He might grumble under his breath about how it's such a hassle, but every action is done with care.

He'll quietly instruct Ron to prepare light meals or teas that are good for recovery, choosing options that won't upset your stomach. Though he doesn’t cook himself—because why would he when he has servants?—he’ll ensure that whatever is brought to you is of the highest quality.

"Cale, you don’t have to—" you start to say, but he cuts you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Just stay still and rest. Don’t make it worse by moving around unnecessarily," he’d say, his tone firm but with an underlying gentleness that he rarely shows to others.

While Cale isn’t the type to hover, he makes sure you’re never alone when you’re sick. He’ll stay in the same room, maybe pretending to read a book or doze off in a chair beside your bed. His presence is comforting, a silent reassurance that he’s there if you need anything.

If you’re feeling particularly unwell, he’ll pull a chair right next to your bed, sitting close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you needed to. Despite his usual reluctance to engage in anything physically strenuous, he wouldn't hesitate to hold your hand if it makes you feel better.

He’ll occasionally glance over at you, checking if you’re asleep or if you need anything, though he’ll play it off if you catch him. "What? Just making sure you’re not dying," he’d quip, trying to lighten the mood.

Cale isn’t one for grand gestures of affection, but his care for you shows in the small things. He might gently brush your hair out of your face when he thinks you’re asleep or pull the blanket up to your shoulders to keep you warm. These moments of tenderness are rare, reserved for when he thinks you won’t notice.

His words might be blunt and even a bit harsh at times—"Don’t be stupid and push yourself too hard next time"—but his actions speak of a deep care that he finds difficult to express directly. His way of showing he cares is through practicality and presence, rather than flowery words or overt displays of affection.

As you start to recover, Cale keeps a close eye on your progress. He doesn’t trust you not to push yourself too hard too soon, so he’s quick to remind you to take it easy. If you so much as try to get out of bed too early, he’ll be there with a stern look, telling you to lie back down.

"Don’t even think about getting up until you’re fully recovered," he’d say, crossing his arms and blocking your way if necessary. He’s surprisingly stubborn when it comes to making sure you don’t relapse.

Once you’re finally back on your feet, he’ll act like it was no big deal. He’ll brush off any thanks with a nonchalant wave of his hand, saying something like, "It wasn’t that bad. Just don’t get sick again. It’s annoying."

But deep down, you know that his efforts were anything but ‘annoying’. Cale’s way of showing love may be understated, but it’s real, and it’s there in every small, thoughtful action he took to ensure you were comfortable and well on your way to recovery.

[kheta]

Soul-Swapped...Again?

I don't know how to make this coherent so just take this premise and all the chaotic associated sentences lol *Might be a bit confusing. But due to the time period, I'm refering to them as Cale and Rok Soo. No like Og!.... Cale is Cale, even if he was Rok Soo and Rok Soo is Rok Soo, even if he was Cale. Make sense?

Premise: Rok Soo and Cale swap souls with one another (temporarily) for whatever reason buuut. This happens after they have both already reconciled with living their lives as different people. And because neither one know how the other is leading their former lives, they just. Decide to revert to their original personas. Until things can be sorted out.

-They are both found out almost instantly.

-Raon is the only one who KNOWS who is in his humans body and even though he doesn't love it, he decides to help this human hide and find out a way to his original body.

-KRS, on account of also being a dad, takes to not babying or spoiling either On or Hong, because that's how he treats his niece. Unfortunately this unwillingness to spoil them (monetarily) and his compulsive need to make sure they are in reach of him clue the siblings on to him straight away.

-On and Hong decide its best to trust their little brothers judgement and don't tell anyone his secret. They also kinda like his head pats and the way he like to stroke and groom them for soooo long and that he'll actually play outside with them. (But they still miss their Cale, even if this new human is kinda fun)

-By the end of the week everyone from Bud to Hans and the Blue Wolf Tribe kids know that someone else is in Cale's body. Unfortunately they don't know who and they are unwilling to cross Raon to find out. Raon and his siblings meanwhile are viciously protective of the KRS, because he's nice and funny and is in Cale's body, they can't dislike him.

-Ron is instantly on guard and sends out so many bad vibes and thinly veiled threats. Choi Han needs to physically walk away, because he knows he'll do something bad if left with this stranger. Alberu actually does stop in to threaten this stranger. Lock is standoffish but non-confrontational and Rosalyn is purposely nice to uncover the strangers secrets. Vicross makes sure not to appear, because the kids will know his intent instantly. He also wants to hurt this imposter.

-KRS meanwhile is pretty nonchalant about the threats. He is a bit bewildered that they picked him so quickly though. It's kinda. Maybe. A little offensive? Like okay, the heroes and the Prince, fine. They never knew KRS when he was Cale. But Ron, Vicross and his dad? Knowing KRS isn't Cale after a week, meanwhile KRS has only been KRS for two years. What the fuck kinda logic is that? Oh well, not like KRS minds anyways. He needs to study with Raon Miru and Rosalyn. Things to do first. Not like he has times for stupid, pointless things anyways

-It takes Cale a little longer to be spotted. At first his team think maybe he's having a bad week. Even his niece thinks that, because he's not as thoughtlessly affectionate as usual.

-But a week turns to two and some of his team are mad because? Seriously? Near death attempts and two years of bonding and suddenly he regresses? Kim Min Ah and Jung So Hoon are a bit more sceptical. Because this coldness is just weird. The barriers that exist feel both alien and familiar.

-By Week two they've come to a weird, crazy conclusion that KRS has multiple personalities. Because anything else is just too weird and crazy. When they confront the 'Protector' with this knowledge, Cale figures it's easier to tell the truth. He likes to keep his cards close, so he just says he's close to KRS but he's not him and for whatever reason he woke up stuck in his body. He doesn't want to hurt the bonds KRS had created, he was just acting like the KRS he knew.

-Which brings me to: The vague way KRS and Cale talk makes their respective Found Family's have completely different ideas about the others identity.

-Everyone in LCF come to the conclusion that KRS is a child Cale picks up in the future, because he talks about being so close to Cale at one point in his life. And that he's just acting like how he thought Cale would act, based on stories. And he's just. Weirdly knowledgable about the Molans and the Henituse family and even the heroes, even if his knowledge is a bit skewed. And kinda paints them as scarier than they are? (The only other possibility based on his comfort level with Cale and the people who surround him is a future lover and they all point blank refuse to accept that) But it's nice to see Cale('s body) eating well and exercising and having a good sleep routine. If they weren't still immediately suspicious, they might think this kid would be a good, healthy influence on Cale. Privately, they wonder if the grounded, active way this man acted would help to make Cale more solid, more present and less likely to jump into danger. -On Earth, their whole Team thinks that Cale is some sort of jilted childhood friend who lost contact with KRS as he became apart of the Survival Forces. They are actually advocating for Cale to refriend KRS because KRS desperately needs a friend (or more~~❣️) outside of their team. And there's no way this smart, but truly lazy man could be anything but a good friend for KRS. He could convince their team lead to slow down and relax and actually indulge in things! Maybe then their Team Lead would be less of a freakin' pain.

-Niece!Jour (I can't find a name for her and I'm not gonna make one up) likes her Not-Uncle! He's super smart and he gets her presents just cause and only buys them the yummiest food. And he never tries to cook, which is good because Actual-Uncle is maybe. sorta. Not great at cooking? Like he can cook two dishes really well and he bakes one really nice biscuit but everything else is just kinda. Okay. So it's nice to have really, really yummy food in the house. And to have someone who likes sitting with her while she reads or watches tv, instead of trying to plan elaborate days out. Because she does like those day! But sometimes she just wants to watch her movies without pauses or finish a really good chapter without going to park.

-Raon likes to play 'tag' with his Not!Human and to receive actual smiles, not the scammer smile. He also loves being able to fly around with his Not!Human watching his cool new tricks and patting his head all the time and the Not!Human bakes really, really good jam and butter cookies and he's even teaching him and his older siblings how to make them. It's really cool.

-Rosalyn hates how smart this punk is, he knows things he shouldn't and he's obviously got some plan to get back to his proper body, if the journeys to different temples mean anything, but she can't tell what. He's evasive and infuriating because he doesn't lie. He just. Speaks weirdly around all topics. The only time he's sincere and talkative is around the kids. And he's never allowed near the kids alone after they figure him out, so it's not like he's just honest to only the kids. It's just. They're the only ones who can get a straight answer out of him and none of the kids want to interrogate him.

-I want some angsty scene where their true identities are revealed but also can't see the point? Because the only reason an identity reveal would happen would be to cause more drama/angst. And trying to get back to their own world after a truth reveal feels a bit?Futile and cruel? Like 'Oh you KNEW me, but idrc, I have a life I prefer that you are not welcome to and it's also in another world, bye ✨✨✨'

-A more satisfying ending would be them accepting that they are definitely not who they were and no matter how much they might enjoy some aspects of their old life (Cale the convenience and KRS the bonds he has/had) they ultimately have no role to play in each other's lives anymore. Maybe they write a letter to each other before the swap back? Where they both tell each other to cherish their family and either be more involved/take a step back from all the action so they can actually treasure their found family?

-I think it'd also be beautiful for maybe some people to reach a bit of a conclusion (looking @ u Molans/Henituses) on the identity of KRS, but ultimately doing nothing (like always 🙄) because the person they love and bonded with is not KRS. Not anymore. And they have not and will never force any version of Cale to stay somewhere he is unhappy. Because even if they didn't always love him in a way he could relate to, they had always and will always love him. But also, this end doesn't feel like it fits with the ending letter ting.

-Also while I'm adding random thoughts. Both found families are wrong. Cale and Rok Soo would be the worst influence for each other. They're both different flavours of neurotic control freak meets push over enablers. Like both are used to manipulating people for their own gain, they just go about it differently. And if they ever decide to fully trust each other? Chaos. Un. Mitigated. Chaos. I feel like they'd have the similar plans that they tell people about, all except for the last step since they both just randomly decide they are the acceptable casualty. And Cale will leisurely, with feigned reluctance, walk his way up to the sacrificial alter. And Rok Soo will be there already, determined and unrepentant. Cue spiderman meme.

[weirdsht]

More Than Deserving - Kim Rok Soo/Reader pt. 2

notes: ik both the fics are short but i really feel like i can't put them in the same fic, like they have to be separated

tags: female reader, angst, blood, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (Kim Rok Soo's life back on earth)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Can I Really? (pt. 1) Navigation Masterlist

You are someone who has learned how to live and thrive in a ruined world. You are someone who has survived the cataclysm when everyone around you did not. Someone who hardened at a young age just so she wouldn’t be pushed by power-tripping people.

Sometimes you hate the person you have become. Sometimes you think that you have become a coward who hides her fear in the cold wall she constantly hardens.

However, Kim Rok Soo told you otherwise.

“It’s admirable that you can stand up for yourself. Just ignore anyone who says otherwise, they are just mad that they can’t push you around.”

No matter how nonchalant his voice was, you could tell he meant every word you said. That gave you comfort. Gave you the strength you need to not conform to how other people want to.

You would like to say that it was just his words that motivated you. However, you may be a coward but you aren’t a liar.

So you can’t deny the fact that it was the person, not the words.

That it was because it was Kim Rok Soo who told you those words.

You know yourself. Know that you have been harbouring feelings for the strategist for a long time. Can’t deny the way you would try to seek him out, try to befriend him.

Because you also know that it’s where you draw the line.

It wasn’t for any grand or selfish reasons. It was merely out of respect. Out of loving him so much you don’t want your feelings to burden him. To weigh him down.

So you settled for being friends with him. He was a good friend, really. He may try to act all annoyed and irritable but he will always be there whenever you need him.

Will always be there to watch old crappy movies with you.

Buy or cook the foods you have been craving.

Be a shoulder to cry on whenever you’re feeling sad.

Always cares for you every chance he gets.

Oh my god was he just so perfect.

And it does nothing to help your feelings. Those pesky feelings that you wish would just disappear. Sometimes you would wish for the grounds to swallow you whole because your heart is beating so loud that you swear he could hear it.

But still, you did not respond to your feelings.

What can you say? You guess you love him that much. You love Kim Rok Soo so much that you can’t even think of being selfish and confessing.

Your life continued like that for a long time.

And then a little birdie with a yong let it slip that Kim Rok Soo might just reciprocate your feelings. You then responded to that birdie that you’ll try to confess after the mission you guys are going to.

Unfortunately, you never got the chance to.

The monster was unranked and way stronger than all of you had anticipated. You had no other choice other than to fight in the vanguard along with team leader Lee Soo Hyuk and ability user Choi Jung Soo. 

However, despite your efforts the monsters remain unbeatable. 

Before you know it the two other Soos are dead. You are covered in blood and dying too.

During your final minute, the thought of confessing crossed your mind.

Maybe it was because of the way your love was holding you so tightly in his arms.

Nonetheless, you thought against it. You cannot leave him with that kind of burden.

“I hope you find someone that can make you happy…”

‘Even if that someone cannot be me. I will be happy to see you happy.’

In the end, your love for him won over your greed of wanting to confess.

In the end, you couldn’t do it.

In the end, you just had to say your confession internally, never for Kim Rok Soo nor the world to hear.

‘I love you… I hope you can learn to love yourself too.’

[isthe-protag-cluelesstho]

Okay, probably not a hot take, but imma scribble about it anyway,

I honestly think Cale Hetinuse/Kim Rok Soo has chronic pain/fatigue.

Like, everybody loves the whole coughing up blood/wet meow meow thing he's always doing, but personally? People who are that nonchalant about Shit Happening To Their Body, are typically people who are waaaaay too used to Fucked Up Shit Happening To Their Body,

It's just a head canon, but as someone who is chronically in pain, I absolutely do some of the stupid shit CH/KRS does, like carrying stuff I should NOT be carrying, or continuing to Do Things even when I should be sitting and resting. I also know several people who (like me) can be experiencing level 4-5 pain and not show a hint on their face/through their actions besides maaaaybe moving a bit slower/stretching more

And we know KRS has been on his own since he was itty bitty... And then he grew up in a world hell bent on killing everyone. I can't help but think that a tiny child with no one to help him with the general cuts/bruises/little hurts of childhood would 1) have zero frame of reference for what "okay" actually looks like 2) probably has never really received medical care beyond emergency assistance (which does jack for chronic conditions) and 3) has NEVER really had someone in his life long enough for them to catch his way of coping with pain (my very close friends can hear when I'm hurting/tired, everyone else only notices if I am visibly incapacitated)

So, Kim Rok Soo ends up in a world/body that "technically" hasn't experienced his life, HOWEVER fibromyalgia and PTSD are like goddamn pb&j. It's a condition that is deeply tied to a body's stress response. And what does Cale say once he has the Heart? "I feel BETTER"

And that just speaks to me of a person who is so used to pain, that it no longer really registers... I had daily headaches for 7 years, it wasn't until I moved and got a new primary that I found out that more than 4 headaches in a month was considered a concern... I got on some migraine meds and actually stopped having that daily headache, something id just accepted as "how my body works" gone,

I personally don't consider pain at a 1-2 as particularly bothersome, it's more like a general annoyance. Onces it's up to 6-7 it's hard for me to move, and yet I often will still do so, despite the pain. It's only at 9-10 so I stop moving entirely and focus on just weathering it. Usually when that happens, I sleep so much after as my body tries to recover.

And when I read Cale, so casually continuing forward, despite the work he takes on himself, after the constant planning and prepping and ass kicking, all I see is a person who has lived so long with his body's suffering that it's just background noise. Yeah, he coughed up some blood, but the pain is back to "normal" so how can he raise a fuss? He killed 3 monsters with a dislocated shoulder that one time, this? This is easy. And despite claiming his body is weak, he refuses to truly accept the help and rest he needs because (like I used to) Cale thinks "this is just how my body works"

Sometimes, I cannot remember how I lived prior to my pain. Sometimes, I cannot imagine a world where I do not spend half the night attempting to force my muscles to relax, so I can actually sleep. I cannot imagine a world where I am able to do everything I want in a day and not collapse at the end. And I see so much of myself in how Cale continues to move despite the weight of the ancient powers, the expectations of the gods and his own personal hopes. He seems like a character doomed to continue walking, his bones broken but refusing the care because whats the point if everything still hurts the same way in the end?

Anyway, Raon should invent a cure for chronic illness and force Cale into a year long sabbatical

[jasmineaoi]

Kim roksoo and reincarnation cycled og!cale(before lcf-after tboah and malfunctioned deal).

Og!cale whose soul doesnt actually attached to any body unless it is the body confirmed in the deal. Which means he wont ever stay dead unless he died in kim roksoo's body. So it is a cycle of reincarnation or transmigration.

Og!cale who first reincarnate as a son of krs's neighbour. Their family being close friends and cale-roksoo being childhood friends. Cale with the older mentality completely taken by roksoo's cuteness and swears to take care of him. Cale who witness every misfortune; a friend's betrayal, a bullying, teacher's blatant discrimination. Every death; roksoo's beloved pets dying again and again, the fat gold fish, the melodious yellow bird, the cuddly black cat. And his every crying moments; the pain of being pushed, feeling the quiet rage of krs's parents towards the teacher and parents, in the hugs of krs's parents after every death. Cale is not ignorant, he have seen things, he knew that what happen to roksoo is not normal. So he vows, with that burning fire of passion to always stay with roksoo and came back no matter what.

...his first obstacle came with his death. And in the worst way possible too; he and his parents died alongside krs's parents in the (canon) car accident.

Cale's 2nd life is when he transmigrates in krs's uncle's body before going to the funeral. He saw how toxic their relatives were and was reminded of jour's funeral. He took roksoo in and determined to give him the best childhood he can give. A bit of dangers here and there but not what his veteran skill couldnt handle, making sure roksoo's mind is clear of bad things or curses, collecting money before the inevitable happen(no matter how offended he is about failing, he HAVE to be prepared, the curse only need to succeed once after all). Telling roksoo once about his vow during his previous life(he thought roksoo forgot, because it is said in nonchalance, because roksoo is young. Roksoo didnt). He died during the canon time of krs going to orphanage, due to some crazy psycho holding a knife while trying to protect roksoo(to be fair there's a lot of things going on at the time, a fire, evacuation rush, being in the wrong place at the wrong time), deadpanned yay more trauma... FUCK the gods! Thankfully he manage to secure his will and arrange everything to be given to roksoo when he is 18.

His 3rd is reincarnation as a red pomeranian puppy and proceedes to seduce the orphange's director after finding where roksoo is. He became a gurdian dog of roksoo and thwarted off every bullies. He barked and bitten the hell out of the irrensponsible caretakers and always made sure that roksoo is well fed, eventhough it means he had to steal from the kitchen or gave puppy dog eyes to the director. He died due to sickness(thankfully no traumatizing scene) a year before roksoo left the orphanage. Hey, he did well overcoming everything thrown by the curse with his small body at least(he ignore every close calls but not roksoo's trembling hands begging him to not leave). Too bad he wont get roksoo's indulgent pets and cuddles anymore, he understood why blackie(roksoo's late pet cat) loves to cuddle so much.

His 4th was in the body of an orphaned female student living with her grandma...and have a gender identity crisis. Choosing to fuck eveything, sHe searched for roksoo and may or may not become somewhat of a stalker for a lil bit of time(cale is unlucky this time, they're not in the same school and their home were far, lots of complications). Got caught by roksoo who held a pepper spray(which is quite amusing and cute). Not a good experience though. It was a bit rocky but they manage to get closer just a lil lil bit(sHe didnt realize that roksoo at this point is already suspecting something). There's less dangers from the curse though so it was fine(cale knew it was because roksoo closed off his love and affections. It was easier, safer, but he hated it). sHe died protecting krs from the hunter who aimed for both of their souls, but at least sHe got some updates from GoD through the person who saved krs. (Cale died requesting the person to erase krs's memories about her, to protect krs from remembering another traumatising scene, erase another reason for krs to close himself off even more). Krs forgets but the hole in his heart stayed.

Okay so..imma just...put it here..

...

kbye-

[calethescammer]

Tcf prompt :)

So there's the well known scars AU in tcf right? Like where Krs!Cale gets his old scars and chaos ensues.

But what if, instead of any random day, Cale gets back his scars after using Instant? Like Mila has healed his scars completely, the ones he got after using Instant, but his old scars are somehow back on his body.

Like when he gets to meet with og!cale, some soul merging stuff happens and rok soo's scars are back on krs!cale's body.

And now imagine, Mila just doubting her ability because Cale's scars didn't heal (they actually did). And Cale just waking up and blankly staring at his body now 'ugly' with the scars he always hated.

And his family seeing him littered with so many wounds that he never had?? (Did they not even notice such a thing?)

And then his kids see him, especially Raon who first hand experienced it, and the young dragon just breaks down sobbing in his human's arms, blaming himself for the pain he had let his human go through.

Choi Han stands shocked, the image of Kim Rok Soo of his memories and the Cale in front of him overlapping, both looking too full of pain.

Maybe they don't comment on it due to the final battle, or maybe they feel like they shouldn't comment on it.

But then after the war, they finally notice how Cale has changed. How he furrows his brows whenever he looks at his scars, as if in disgust, and how he avoids looking at any and all mirrors, afraid to see himself. How he tries to slid his arms further into the long sleeves of his clothes, and how hard he tries to act nonchalant as if nothing is wrong.

And maybe he heard it once, the comments about his scars, but instead of noticing their worried and sorrowful tones he only saw mockery and laughter in it. He knew from experience to never expect from people, but sometimes, it hurt. And from then, he refused to go to any parties whatsoever, even at the cost of golden plaques.

And it got to a point that regular people, citizens of Roan noticed it too, how badly the war had affected their beloved young master. And how badly scarred both his body and mind were. But what could they do, expect send wishes of love and gratitude, in a hope that the person who saved them all may be saved too.

And now to his family. They try to bring out the redhead, taking him to small walks and picnics, and looking at him with so much love that Cale cannot help but feel a sting in his chest, wanting to stay in that warmth forever.

Lock and the wolf children come to him, shouting about how cool he looked in all those scars, how he looked so much like a 'warrior'. But Cale sees their eyes, eyes that seem so genuine and full of admiration, eyes that hold no mockery or any hint of evil. And for the next few hours, their shouts echo in his ears, a faint blush forming on his face.

Raon, On and Hong bring him flowers and decorate his hair with it, and Cale finally smiles seeing himself in the mirror. He suddenly recalls how in his past, his hyungs did the same. How they only worried for him. And once, when Team Leader was complaining about how he'll go bald due to his dongsaeng, Krs stood lost in thought, his gaze fixated on the way Team Leader's hands shook, his worried eyes looking over the scars in a way that said 'sorry'.

"Human!"

Cale's eyes snapped and he looked towards his family, all smiling and laughing together. And for a moment, he forgot all the flaws he held, and he rushed towards the kids, all the while smiling along.

[salaapaoo]

Hii! *Waves from the corner* 😊

This came to me like 2 seconds ago and I decided I'd share with you

what if someone tried to hurt one of Cale's kids mid battle and the offender starts hearing boss music and looks to the side to see Cale on the other side of the field gunning it towards them with a face that just screams 'If you do not take 5 steps back right this second I will kick your head off'

Lmao

hello!!! omg,,, ty for the image kshgksfhj

just???

surrounded by the sharp clanging of metal and the sickening sounds of the fallen, Cale's eyes sweep across the battlefield. To those around him, he looks nonchalant. With an air that practically radiates confidence in their plans and actions, Cale stands tall, observing the way everything played out. They never chastised the man for standing at the back, if anything, everyone wanted him to stand behind. Cale Henituse was a valuable treasure to their kingdom, but to them, he was fragile. They saw him as a persevering man, who's pulled off countless unbelievable feats of strength, but at the same time... he was weak. They've seen him summon beautiful, crackling thunderbolts of rose gold and they've seen him bathed in the silver light of the holy shield, but they've also seen the gruesome merlot red that would dribble from his lips when he strained himself.

Cale Henituse can stay in the back. That's what they planned for, and the man agreed.

So why?? Why is he sprinting out into the midst of battle with such a face?

Their commander was known for his nonchalance, for his carefully blank looks. What happened for such ire to be painted across his handsome features?

-

Everything had been going well. There wasn't a reason to step in yet because everything was following the plan. Their side was overwhelming the other side and the enemies were starting to turn tail to retreat.

But then he saw it. Some sick piece of shit was sneaking up behind Ohn and Hong. He could vaguely hear Raon's angry shouting in his mind, but Cale paid him no mind, summoning the sound of the wind to his feet to make it there faster.

The man felt a sharp tremor course through him and paused in his advances to look around.

"HOLY SH--"

The man could practically hear the horns blaring, woodwind instruments working towards the cresendo of some boss fight sound track his mind was feeding him. His eyes met the frenzied ones of the other side's commander, tracking the words that the red head was mouthing.

you have two seconds to back the fuck off of my kids.

Taking two steps back, he turned to run away, but it was too late.

Cale Henituse's expensive shoe made contact with his jaw, the speed from the sound of the wind adding to his misery, and knocking him out almost immediately.

(Cale suppresses a shiver. Elsewhere, a crazy bastard was muttering something about him being a one hit legend).

"You looked as strong as two of my toes combined, human!!" Raon blurts out, his eyes wide and sparkling in awe.

Tapping the toe of his shoe against the ground, Cale reached out to wipe the grime from the kitten's faces, looking them over for any injuries. He was pleased to find that they weren't hurt at all.

"Why aren't you with Ron?" He asked, reaching out to pat Raon as well.

"Grandpa Ron said to stay back a bit!" Hong replied, completely unaware of the danger that had been lurking behind him.

Don't get him wrong, Cale knew that his kids were insanely strong, but... how could he not worry about them or come running when he saw someone trying to hurt him?

[calehenituse-brainrot]

"This Older Sister Understands"

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

Rosalyn is willing to take the role of an older sister and make sure whatever you and Cale Henituse have going on is kept a secret. Even though there's no secret, to begin with.

WARNING : mentions choking kink.

tbh it started rather serious and then i got bored and decided to write the crack ending tbh

"What happened to your neck?"

You nearly groaned, pulling up the collars of your button-up straighter to hide the purple spots on your neck. "I can't believe it's still visible. I skipped breakfast to make sure I can hide it."

"It's not," Cale said, placing a hand on his hip. "You were hiding your neck so I thought something must be wrong."

This was the first time Cale had seen you today, which was odd because it was nearly the middle of the day. You're usually up early to bother him and talk to the others, or sometimes you would be nearly burning the kitchen tools down to make something. Seeing you for the first time today with your collars all straightened up like Dracula and your face lowered all the time, Cale immediately knew something was wrong.

"So, what happened?" Cale asked, an eyebrow raised as he watch you begin to fold your collars properly, showing the red and purple spots on your neck which has him internally cringing.

"You're going to laugh at me," you said with a grimace, caressing your neck uncomfortably.

Apparently, you tried to make some herb lotion to ease a rash you had gotten from an insect bite. While the itchy feeling did go away, the marks didn't and even got worse because you had incessantly scratched it before, turning the previously red spots purple and swell.

"That's stupid," Cale commented, which had you puffing your cheeks. "I know, you didn't have to tell me."

You didn't want to cover it with pigment since you were afraid it would get worse, but you also didn't want to walk around with your neck like this. A Tiger that had seen it while you were out in the village couldn't even look at you in the eye because she thought of something else when she saw them. You didn't even have the chance to explain because she immediately left you alone!

"Don't laugh," you told him once again after finished telling him about the incident with the Tiger.

Cale frowned. That doesn't sound like something others could laugh at. It's concerning that the marks were getting worse.

"I haven't seen you all morning," Cale questioned. "Have you had lunch yet, at least?"

"I skipped. Being seen with this is embarrassing," you told him. "I'm just here to tell you about why I won't be seen in the next few days in case you look for me."

"May I see them?" Cale asked, gesturing to your neck. You nodded, walking closer to him and sitting down on the couch next to him.

You pop open one of the top buttons on your shirt and spread the collars wider for Cale to inspect the bruises. Murmuring a quiet "excuse me", Cale touched the purple spots on your neck with a stoic face. "Does it still hurt?"

"A bit, yes," you whispered, grimacing when Cale pressed a tender spot. "It's a bit sensitive."

"Sorry," Cale murmured, pulling back his hand. "Do you want me to call for Jack?"

"No," you replied immediately. "No. I don't want anyone else to know how I got them. I'll just hide them until they're gone."

Cale nodded, knowing he can't force you to take treatment if you don't want to. "Alright then. Use a cold compress to speed up the process. And eat something at least."

Back when he was still Kom Rok Soo, rashes were a rather rare thing for him to have. Even if he did have them, he'd just slap on a cold compress to ease the pain and itch and maybe apply some aloe vera lotion. He doesn't really know other remedies to rashes that could help.

"I will," you mumbled. "I'll probably be in my room for a couple of days to avoid the others. This is embarrassing to look at."

Cale shrugged. "Do what you want."

"Remedies for bruises?"

Rosalyn stared at Cale with her head tilted before continuing, "Young master Cale, are you hurt?"

Cale shook his head. "No."

Although still a bit confused, Rosalyn answered Cale's question. "I believe peppermint oil can help, but since it can irritate the skin, I advise using a carrier oil like almond oil to dilute it."

Cale nodded his head. "How much should I use?"

Rosalyn pursed her lips as she tries to remember. "Around ten to fifteen drops of the carrier oil and one to two drops of peppermint oil."

"Okay." Cale kept that information to the back of his head. "Thank you, Miss Rosalyn."

"Oh, of course," Rosalyn murmured, watching Cale turn around and leave her alone.

She raised an eyebrow, looking up and down at Cale's backside, trying to find out if Cale was limping or not. When she sees that he's fine, she tilts her head. 'Is someone injured?'

Rosalyn decided to go on a small adventure to find out who was injured.

Is it Choi Han?

"Hm? No, I'm fine. Is there something wrong?"

No. Then Lock?

"Oh--! No, thank you for asking, but no, I'm fine."

Huh? Then is it the kids?

"We're all fine, nya!"

"We're fine, little Rosalyn! Maybe it's [Name]? I haven't seen her for a while!"

Listening to Raon, Rosalyn was reminded that you have been cooped up in your room for quite some time. You've been avoiding eating together with the rest of them but Cale had told them you were going to eat a bit later after you're done with something -- he never elaborated, so the others thought maybe you're doing some errand for him.

"Thank you, Raon-nim," said Rosalyn with a smile. "I will go check on her right away."

When your door was knocked, you only opened it a bit to see who had visited you, embarrassed to show yourself with the bruises on your neck, but when you saw Cale standing in front of your door with a small bottle, you immediately opened it wider.

"Here." Cale showed you the clear bottle full of oil, plugged with a cork. "For your neck."

You took the bottle from him, wincing when you feel how slippery the bottle is. "Can you help me out with applying them? Some of them are underneath my chin so I can't see it properly."

Cale wanted to refuse -- finding Rosalyn to ask about remedies and fetching Hans to have a servant make it was already exhausting and he wanted to take a long nap. However, seeing the marks on your neck made him eventually fulfill your request because he knew you won't be showing your face for the next few days until they've faded away. "Okay."

Cale entered your room, shutting the door behind him. You walked to the vanity table, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the bottle down while Cale followed you from behind. You jumped and sit on the table so Cale wouldn't have to bend down too much and you wouldn't have to crane your neck up to the ceilings.

You opened the bottle and gave it to Cale who sighed when he noticed how slippery the bottle was.

"This is going to be messy," you mumbled, popping open the top button of your shirt and spreading the collar wide. Cale doesn't know whether to be concerned or not the fact that you seemed so unfazed doing so in front of a man.

"You have to apply this daily," Cale murmured, popping the bottle open and pouring a small amount to his palm. "Make sure to apply it in circling motion to get the blood circulating again."

When he began to rub his finger to your neck according to his own instructions, you squirmed. "Ooh, that feels weird."

"Are they swelling?" Cale mumbled under his breath, lowering his head to take a look at the bruise better, making you lift your face higher to let him see it properly. His hand began moving to hold your neck, thumb pressing down onto a spot that has you leaning back and grabbing onto his shoulder. Your legs trembled a bit and your eyes nearly flutter close, "Oh--"

"Oh."

'That's not my voice.'

You turned to the source of the voice while Cale had to turn around since his back was to the door. Your eyes widened when you see Rosalyn standing just right by your door, her hand still at the knob of your door.

"I--" Rosalyn was flustered, her mouth gaping as she tries to talk but no sound came out.

"I-I think that's enough," you stuttered to Cale, pushing him away and jumping down from the table. Cale nodded mutely, glad he can go back to his room and rest. "Take care of that properly."

Rosalyn looked at you, her face reddening when she saw the marks on your neck and the top button of your shirt undone. She looked down when Cale walked past her, face indifferent as he leaves you and Rosalyn alone.

"Uhm." You fixed your collar, face flushed after realizing that you had nearly moaned just because Cale was touching your neck and if it weren't for Rosalyn barging in, you would have been caught to have a choking kink by Cale and you're sure it wouldn't be a pleasant conversation. "Uhm, Rosalyn, I'd like to be left alone--"

"Since when?"

You looked at Rosalyn, face still red and clutching at your collar. Rosalyn continued, "Since when did...?"

'Since when did I like that type of stuff?' you thought, assuming that Rosalyn had caught you. Your face reddens even deeper and you tried your best to look at Rosalyn. "P-please don't tell anyone about it."

Rosalyn covered her mouth in disbelief. Has this been going on for a long time? How come she never noticed?

You and Rosalyn were close considering she was one of your first girl friends to the point that the both of you allowed each other to enter the other's room without knocking beforehand. To think she was going to catch you on the table while having Cale Henituse pressed to you while giving you... love marks... was making her dizzy.

This was absolutely false, of course, but her point of view from the door had made it look like she had caught you and Cale Henituse in the middle of a hot make-out session.

"I..." Rosalyn stared at you, seeing your red face and how you were avoiding looking at her. She looks at your collar, where you're trying hard to cover the marks but Rosalyn had seen it. 'So that's why young master Cale-nim asked me for remedies...'

She had always wondered whether your relationship with Cale was strictly friendship because sometimes how the two of you acted makes her has doubts, especially when some people (Choi Han and Hans) would always stress on leaving you and Cale alone whenever you're both in Cale's bedroom.

'But... I didn't expect them to be this bold,' Rosalyn thought.

Rosalyn remembers that Cale and you had always been an odd duo so there were bound to be things the two of you didn't follow in noble ethics, especially considering that you were a commoner. But... this? Rosalyn has a hard time processing that the two of you were moving so progressively despite being unmarried.

The sexual activities in your relationships were not her business, but it could be a bad thing if people were to know. Perhaps it would stain a bit of Cale's name, but people wouldn't care much because he was a man and a noble. He was also a hero -- and people love it when their heroes are passionate.

You? You would get torn to shreds by society.

You jumped when Rosalyn quickly approached you and then held on to your hands. "[Name], I'm on your side."

"Huh--? What?" You stared at her, confused. What is she talking about? She's on your side? Even though you have a choking kink? What?

"I don't agree with this," Rosalyn started and you think to yourself; 'yeah, that makes sense.'

"Though, I will not accept any slander towards you or the young master Cale-nim for simply doing what you like," she continued and you frowned again. What does Cale has to do with this?

Rosalyn glanced down at your neck for a second before looking back at you, trying to talk without making you feel uncomfortable. "The next time you are planning to do... that... Please contact me."

"What?" You spluttered, eyes wide. She wants you to call for her when you want to get choked? What? Is there something you're missing? No way Rosalyn would say this.

"I will cast a soundproof barrier for your privacy if you want."

You wanted to die. Oh, God, what is Rosalyn talking about?

"Rosalyn, I think you've misund--"

Rosalyn gave you a gentle smile, squeezing your hand. "It's okay, [Name]. This older sister understands. I will keep this between us."

'What are you understanding?!' You wanted to yell out. At this point, you think you will be needing a translator to understand what Rosalyn is talking about.

Rosalyn released your hand and looked at you with genuine concern. "Do you need help with your neck?"

You spluttered, "N-No! I can do it myself."

'Having a pretty girl out her hands on my neck would make me combust,' you thought, stepping away from Rosalyn. "Uhm, I'm going to be doing this..."

Rosalyn nodded in understanding, thinking that you must be still embarrassed from getting caught. "Okay, [Name]. Please call for me if you need help."

Rosalyn turned around, walking out of your room. She waved at you before closing the door, leaving you alone.

The red-headed mage placed both hands on her hips and let out a sigh.

'They grow up so fast.'

[maximillien]

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Pembohong

Pairing: Cale Henituse x reader (she/her)

Type: Angst, NSFW, Enemies to One-sided Lovers to Enemies

Warnings: reader is actually an asshole 😭 (I'm not saying you're an asshole nonny I just wanted to make reader like that), sex, angst!

Cale was confused.

Befuddled.

'How did her attitude change so quickly?'

(Y/n), the woman whose business and life he had unknowingly ruined.

Why was she suddenly demanding to follow him around, striking a deal with him?

He had to admit, having somebody who was the head and leader of the underworld in the Whipper Kingdom on his side would be...profitable. She was smart, cunning, always one step ahead and on the same train of thoughts as him. She could keep up with not only him, but also his plans.

However he also disliked her. She stirred up an uncomfortable, irritable feeling in his solar plexus. One he sadly could not ignore this time around.

He couldn't understand the hatred she emitted towards him in their first meeting.

Then, courtesy of Ron- who did a background check on (Y/n) to make sure she was at the very least somewhat safe enough to follow his puppy young master- Cale discovered that she was an abandoned child, who grew up with another group of orphans, and lived on the streets.

The report said that she loathed the state of her country. The people were 'stupid' and 'ignorant'. The mages were too busy being 'high and mighty', leaving the non-magicians penniless, starving, and homeless.

She and her friends swore to build an empire for themselves and for all non-mages. A safe place where they could coax and manipulate the mages into deals, to steal their wealth, power and status.

As hard as it was, they succeeded and were somewhat happy altogether.

And then the war happened. Closely followed through with her friends unfortunate deaths.

Her family.

When she found Cale, she snapped at him, creating quite a negative first impression.

After having received the report, Cale could then say that he understood her anger, not only was the underworld her business, her income and means to live, it had also been the place she spent her whole life in with her chosen family.

So, why did she want to follow him now?

The very man who had destroyed her everything.

Cale was confused.

Disinterested.

That was one way to describe him.

Oh, how nonchalant he was.

Oh, how she hateful he was.

The hero of the nation, the one who showed no care that he destroyed her home, her family.

The one who emptily stared at her as she shouted at him, spewing insults in his face, poking her index finger in his chest continuously, threatening to ruin him as he ruined her.

The one who merely brushed past her after all those previous things happened, to go and talk to his ally- whom had been watching the scene from behind with amusement.

Her body shook with anger, with rage at his continued blatant ignorance.

Oh, how she would make him pay for his sins.

But how could she go about it?

The man was ridiculously overprotected by super humane monsters. Not only that, he was much smarter than he let on, duping and coaxing his enemies into corners.

How could she exact revenge on this indifferent, powerful man?

So,

She demanded to travel with him.

He was wary at first- understandably so, since she had left quite the first impression- however having read the report spurred him on to shake her outstretched hand. Perhaps Cale saw himself in her, when he had lost his friends, his family too.

Yet, he was unknowledgeable to her crossed fingers hiding behind her back. A little silent promise to herself as she pushed her violent, raging emotions deep down inside.

Shut up. Be patient. I will make him pay.

She watched him, silently, quietly.

From afar, where nobody would notice her.

She picked up on his small habits.

To the way he would unknowingly care for the cat children and the dragon toddler, sneaking some of his cookies to them at dinner time, advising and encouraging them.

To the way he would flinch whenever his butler Ron handed him his morning lemonade, and the way his forehead would crease up into a frown when he sipped it, badly hiding his obvious distaste to the beverage.

To the way he sacrificed himself for others constantly, but never took the gratitude for it, waving off his friends worries with a shake of the hand and a 'don't worry about me'.

To the way he isolated himself from everybody, staying in his tent all day long, either napping in bed, reading or staring into space for hours on end.

To the lies he told. Not only to others, but to himself.

It was as if he was desperately trying to preserve himself from something.

She found him disgusting.

Vile.

However, she pressed herself further, her goal, her anger keeping her going.

Living in the underworld for so long- and growing up in it- (Y/n) could comprehend things others couldn't.

That the way he lied to himself continuously was to suppress his emotions, shoving them down and numbing himself.

That his loneliness was his comforting instinct, immediately seeking a quiet area from people.

So, she decided from observations to get closer to him.

She connected with him mentally, keeping up with his schemes and plans, always one step ahead with him in front of the others, sometimes outsmarting him, earning herself a surprised look from the man, as for once his face showed an emotion outside of boredom.

She surprised him with her extended knowledge and smart insight on any and every situation, proving herself to be a valuable member to the team but to the kingdom in presence of the crown prince.

She softened herself, burying her deep seated hatred for him, focusing on her goal.

To ruin him as he ruined her.

To humiliate him as he humiliated her.

As time passed, her efforts payed off, as he allowed her to become an acquaintance.

But that was not enough. No, not anywhere near it. This was not plentiful towards her goal.

She needed more. Far more.

So she connected with him emotionally.

She made herself seem kinder, gentler with him.

She made herself care for him, scolding him whenever his self-sacrificing tendencies would peak, checking him for wounds as she asked Raon to call for Saint Jack, Pendrick or anybody who could heal him.

She stood by him through everything, as an 'ally' and then, she stood by him finally as a 'friend'.

It took (Y/n) over a year and a half to get to that point, her hatred slowly and quietly raging within the deepest part of herself, growing bigger and stronger every day, every second, begging for revenge.

But it was still not enough.

She needed more trust, more friendship.

Perhaps something such as love. Or lust. Either one of them would do the trick.

.

And so it started small.

Lingering touches when passing a document.

A light hand placed on his upper biceps when she wanted his attention.

At first he was confused, Cale would look at her with a questioning look, but would then brush it off.

On the outside, he seemed unbothered by her touches, but (Y/n) knew, she saw the conflict raging inside of his eyes. To accept or repel her grazes.

She saw his hesitation, and that was when she understood.

He was scared to trust people. Perhaps he had lost loved ones like her. Either way that information had (Y/n) barely suppressing a smirk.

From then on she became more confident in her advances.

Sometimes they were not physical, but verbal.

She would reassure him when he would be stressed- even when he did not show it, gently affirming that he was doing a good job and could always rely on her and their family.

She would help him with his paperwork, which had doubled- no, tripled- when he became a Commander.

They both equally drowned in it, but she never complained, giving him a tired smile as she encouraged him to finish soon so they could go out for some drinks.

Sometimes she would crack a small joke, and a tiny, inconspicuous smirk would appear from a corner of his lips.

Her stomach churned in those moments.

No, not in love, adoration or even lust.

But in disgust.

The feeling would be rapidly pushed back down, as she would smile sweetly at him, offering to go get a cup of tea- 'not lemonade' she would reassure him.

And he unknowingly keened towards her attentions.

She was stubborn, much more so than anybody else in the group.

She stuck by his side forcibly, like glue.

And he grew to appreciate and enjoy her presence.

So much so that Cale slowly fell for her.

At first he did not recognise the feeling, simply deeming it as the same protective instinct he felt towards the children- towards his people.

But that feeling kept growing and thriving on her attentions, on her kindness and sweetness towards him.

On her skill and smartness in every situation they found themselves in.

And he finally admitted it to himself.

That he loved her.

From then on, he quietly, silently loved her as he felt he did not deserve to verbalise it after having destroyed her previous family.

So, his hushed affections ranged from taking an extra stack of paperwork, to sending her a gift that she had been eyeing in a shop.

And she knew.

She realised when he started his silent affectionate ways towards her.

That she had won.

That night,

The first night where Cale had sent her a gift- a dagger she had seen in a store with Choi Han and had eyed- who had most likely reported back to Cale, she left in a carriage under the guise of 'needing a long, well deserved walk after heaps of paperwork'.

And after arriving miles away from the Henituse Duchy, she ran into a forest nearby.

Stopping in an open circle surrounded by any trees, she tilted her head upwards towards the sky filled with stars, to the moon lying above her head.

And laughed,

Cackled,

Chortled.

As loudly as she could. She allowed herself to express her emotions, which had been pushed down for a long time now.

She could finally feed that horrible, disgusting feeling she had been ignoring for the past year and a half.

But yet, her greed kept consuming her.

'It's still not enough.'

She thought to herself.

If she enacted her revenge at this time, he would be hurt, correct, but she could hurt him more.

She knew she could. She had it in her.

And so her physical advances doubled.

She tried twice as hard, a last, final effort.

When he would be overtired from the heaps of paperwork, she would put his head in her lap, and comb through his hair with her fingers.

And no matter how much he attempted to complain and get up off her lap, (Y/n) wouldn't relent.

Sometimes she would hum a tune quietly, a well-known lullaby sang to children, to ease them to sleep.

If she felt the atmosphere of the situation allowed it, she would boldly stroke his face, fingers gently leaving feather-light touches.

He seemed to welcome her touch.

And finally, the last straw broke.

That day, she cupped his face in 'worry' after he had thrown up blood. He had nuzzled her hand, seeking more comfort, warmth, that she seemingly provided.

She nearly let her mask slip in surprise.

But she held back and simply scolded him.

'You absolute idiot! Would it kill you to be careful for once in your life?'

He'd smiled, oh so sweetly at her.

Perhaps because he had lost a great amount of blood, or he felt overly lethargic, his lips found the pulse on her inner wrist-

-and pressed a light kiss there.

Before fainting in her arms, face pressed into her neck, left hand lightly holding her own.

(Y/n) could not help but thank whatever God out there that he had fainted.

Lest he see the disgust etched onto her features.

.

Time passed slowly afterwards.

It was excruciatingly agonizing.

The world seemed to not take kindly to (Y/n) and her plan. What was a mere week of standing by him felt like centuries- millenia to her.

She waited days by his bed for him to wake up.

To finally, finally enact her revenge. To finally drown herself in her hatred and greed.

And he woke up. He awoke in the latest hours of the night, in the earliest hours of the morning.

At first he attempted to brush off his lapse in affections, trying to ignore the fact that he had somehow confessed, albeit in a non-verbal fashion. He wouldn't allow himself, not after what he'd done. He couldn't hurt her more.

But, (Y/n) would not allow him to run. Not right now.

And she willed herself, promised herself. Truly, for a final, last time.

Her body surged forward, knees pressing into the bed he was sat in, one hand grabbing his shoulder, the other gripping a handful of the hair on his nape.

Crashing their lips together.

It felt like a cacophony to her, oh so wrong.

But a symphony to him, oh so perfect.

He limply sat there at first, brain not processing the current events unfolding before him, hands shaking awake to hover above her waist.

His lack of response made her pull her hands away, at an agonisingly slow pace, repeating a mantra in her brain.

Please please please, please just hold my hands back. Just do something. Please let me finish this.

And he did.

He grabbed her arms as they pulled away. His gut screamed at him that something was desperately, horribly wrong but he pushed the warnings back down and away from his mind, focusing on (Y/n).

They made eye contact.

Her eyes softened, right hand going back to the hair on his nape, gently twirling a strand, for hopefully the last time.

Her mouth opened to whisper his name, willing herself to say it as tenderly as she could.

Perhaps the tone of her voice, the blood loss or his overflowing affections- or all of the above- willed him.

Next thing he knew, he'd pulled her back towards him, swallowing a gasp of surprise, planting their lips onto each other once more.

(Y/n) wiggled her way into his lap, grabbing a bigger fistful of hair, pressing their bodies so deliciously, impossibly close.

She could feel all of him.

And he could feel all of her.

His hands went straight to her hips, lips still interlocked with one another.

Her head moved away from his, breath heavy with lust, with want.

Maybe her fiery hatred, her strong emotions came out that night disguised as lust.

In that moment- even if she would never admit to it- she truly did want him.

She observed him for mere seconds before nudging his head to the side, kissing his neck with gentle, feathery, light kisses.

The hand that wasn't holding, stroking his face, went down towards her hips and grabbed his much larger ones.

And she moved it sideways, towards her inner thigh, then inched it closer towards where she made it seem she most wanted him to touch her.

He got the hint- he always did.

His hand languidly stroked circles into her thigh, slowly inching his way towards her underwear.

Cale's fingers- oh god his fingers. Long, smooth and swift. They took their time pushing her undergarments to the side.

He experimentally stroked her upwards and around, mapping out the area, soaking his fingers in her wetness.

He swore he felt her breath hitch, lips halting their ministrations upon his neck.

Cale took that as his sign to continue, a finger entered her first, oh so slowly and gently, till it bottomed out in her.

His thumb then found her clit and rubbed tender, sweet circles.

Her back arched into him, hips rutting into his, quiet moans escaping her mouth.

The sounds spurred him on, finger bending upwards, feeling around for something.

She squeezed his shoulder, mouth next to his ear whispering for another.

He complied, adding another finger, as gently and slowly as the first, to make sure that the stretch wouldn't be painful.

Her begs filled the air, demanding him to increase in speed and vigor.

He obeyed.

He couldn't help it, watching the woman he loved become undone on his lap like this, at a god-forsaken hour seemed like a dream.

(Y/n)'s eyes rolled back into her head as his fingers hit her sensitive spot.

Her mouth bit into his neck, desperately trying to silence her moans.

Her brain clouded, eyes hazed over, whilst her sweet spot was hit multiple times in a row.

And then, she saw stars. Bright, luminous stars invaded her vision, her senses, urging her to let go of everything.

The orgasm hit her violently, sending her body into a spasm that Cale held her through.

He hugged her, shushed her, and stroked her hair with his free hand, the other riding her through the orgasm.

Heavy breathing filled the room, her body slumping further into his.

Her hands dropped behind him gripping the fabric of his shirt.

The anger, which had somehow surfaced into lust demanded more.

More,

more,

more,

more.

And he complied.

Heavy moans, burning bodies, nails latching onto his back, scratching down filled the silence of that night.

And then-

-the sun woke him up.

Bright, yellow rays reigning down into his room and onto his face.

His red hair sprawled out onto the sheets, naked back drawn on with scratches, slightly throbbing, which made him more aware of his surroundings.

And that was also how he noticed the empty presence on the other side of true bed.

Cale spurred his eyes to open, greeted with empty sheets.

'Maybe she had something to do.'

How he wished he could've kept being as clueless as he was in that short moment.

He forced his body into a sitting position, slowly adjusting to his surroundings.

And then he noticed the piece of paper on his side table.

That goddamned piece of paper.

He picked it up, eyes still having not adjusted to the light. Cale put it down and rubbed his eyes, then blinked, testing the waters of his current vision.

Then he picked the paper up sluggishly and read it.

'I hope it hurts.'

Confusion was the first thing he felt.

Was this perhaps another joke? A mere jest on her part? Or a riddle?

His gut seized again, like it had previously the night before.

So he got up, got dressed and looked around for her.

He asked and asked to everybody he could.

But there was no sign of her.

As if she had disappeared into thin air.

And his memory clicked back into place, back from the first day they met.

He felt his world shatter in front of him.

Duped.

She had duped him.

Taken his heart and ripped it out, bare for everybody to see.

And that ugly feeling that had been extinguished in Cale's chest, for so long, suddenly resurfaced, stronger, roaring and fiery with hatred.

A/n: yo thank you nonny that's so cute 😭

My tumblr is violently glitching I can see the letters being typed in slow mo god help me.

[illusionsofdreaming]

what kind of characters are your type?

To answer this question I had to look into the deepest, darkest depths of myself. And it was an absolute dumpster fire in there. 

Course, I could’ve just taken the easy way out and list out several characters I like but why do that when I can try to psych myself out by analysing why?

So without further ado...

my favorite character types:

Let’s get the simplest one out of the way first which is: Character visual design

This only applies to characters which usually have some sort of canon visual design (eg. anime, manga, webcomics, games. For now characters from books will be excluded.) 

I’ve picked a few good boys as examples but as you can see, I seem to have a preference for two types of designs: wavy hair and redheads. 

Wavy hair group:

is that bedhair or natural curls? sometimes look like they’ve never showered in 80982638 years but still hot. only works in anime. rain only makes their hair look better. 80% chance they smoke. usually darker hair. 200% tired. probably looks kind of dead inside. also can look evil/assumed evil but actually baby. wow they already look good but when they pull their hair back-ASDLAKSJDLKJ. I want to run my fingers through their hair. btw those curls can’t be replicated in rl. short, medium, long lengths, all of them please.

Redheads:

red.

With that out of the way, let’s move on to the good stuff. Character personalities.

Did I just make a shitty meme for this? Yes. Yes I did.

Obviously that’s not the real selling point of these babies. 

It’s also not everyone but I specifically chose these few as an example because they are also part of a group I’d like to call “boys with unassuming/disagreeable reputation but psych! they’re actually super smart” group.

Please, let me elaborate.

These characters usually have two sides. The public face and the ‘real’ self. Now, a lot of characters have two faces but the characters I end up liking are those who’s ‘public face’ is perceived negatively or extremely ‘harmless’ that they’re often underestimated/looked down upon. 

Their fronts are actually a defense mechanism - a repellant if you would - to discourage others from investigating too close and hide their vulnerability. Because most of these babies have been through so much.

Virion’s flamboyant, braggart, flirtatious front masks the fact he still feels so much about the fact he’s been forced out of his country, watched his people die and continue to suffer their wrath for what they perceived as his ‘cowardice’ when he was just as much of a victim as anyone else. 

Cale who insists he is trash because theres injustice in this world and if he’s trash he might as well break all the rules and mould the world as he sees fit. If only to create a world where people can live without regrets then he’d be the trashy one and point out the flaws in the system and correct it himself. Trash don’t follow rules anyways. 

Kenshin who clings to an easy-going, happy-go-lucky, very non threatening persona as he tries to live day by day, atoning for the sins of his manslayer past which haunts his every step.

Claude is known as the schemer. A person who’s nonchalant attitude makes reading his intentions hard. Untrustworthy. A person who’s willing to use any and all kinds of underhanded tricks to win. Because that’s how he had to survive back home, when he had to fight his brothers to survive. He learned to keep a facade because the wolves are vicious and unforgiving once they smell blood. Despite his childhood, he only had one simple wish, grander than others. To open the borders, so that everyone can be treated as an equal. 

Venti literally wore the face of his dead friend for over 2,000 years, need I say more?

I would go on and explain more but I think you get the gist of it. Perhaps what separates them from others is the fact they don’t care to change what others think, almost welcoming bad rep because it helps one way or another to be unnoticed and underestimated.

Because guess what. All of them are incredibly smart/skilled. It’s sexy. Despite their skillsets, they would choose to withhold from abusing them and accept abuse society throws at them instead. Well not entirely, they do have a line, it’s just more tolerant than others but boy, if it is crossed... 

Perhaps it’s because I’m a writer, these characters just naturally attract me because their duality has so much potential I can angst about. 

Anyways, that seems to be majority type of characters I go for. There’s also a small group of emotionally constipated characters such as Saizo from Fire Emblem Fates and Gilbert Nightray from Pandora’s Heart. These characters who are fluent in communicating in grunts and glares, have the emotional range of a brick, gets offended if they’re given affection - otherwise colloquially known as the tsunderes.

random outliers:

Tartaglia is... I don’t know. He just grew on me like a stinking weed. He’s a bit on the crazy side but I think I smell something of story - I don’t know much, I feel like I want to know more but whoops. I like him now.

Niles who’s whole personality revolves around being as vulgar and repelling as possible. An angry cat, albeit a justified angry cat. He has so much anger and expresses it so painfully. that I just. can’t. I feel for him.

[hockeylvr59]

Secret Love Part 8 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So uh...I wasn’t going to post this until at least Wednesday but uh....after that game...I changed my mind. It’ll definitely be a bit of a wait until the next chapter because this was the last one I had banked but hopefully it makes it worth it. Thanks Cale for making me spontaneously combust about a dozen times today. 

Gif credit: @mitchmarner

Warnings: cursing, smut

Word Count: 3,975

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It had been a week since Cale had gotten home and although you’d seen him, you hadn’t had any alone time together. Cale had come over a few times, once with just Laura to help you do some more unpacking, a second time with his mom and dad who had bought you a patio set as your housewarming gift and then a third when his promised king-size bed had arrived and he’d brought his brother Taylor to help swap it out with your double.

Each time, you’d had to settle for a quick hug, unable to kiss him like you wanted to in front of his family. If you were slightly frustrated by having him so close and not being able to act the way you wanted, you didn’t let it show, but it did contribute to the utter exhaustion you were feeling.

Work was crazy, anyone wanting to move trying to do so while school was out for the summer. On top of that, you were trying to get the house completely unpacked, just wanting to be able to live without tripping over boxes or having to dig for something you needed. You’d been eating far more takeout than you would have liked, so when you came home to find Cale in your kitchen cooking, you almost immediately started to cry.

“Hey, you’re home…” Cale grinned, stirring something in the pot in front of him. When he noticed the tears, he adjusted the burners before stepping to wrap his arms around you. “Why are you crying?” He questioned and you just sniffled into his chest, so many emotions swelling inside of you.

You weren’t shocked that Cale was in your home, you’d sent the security code to the hide-a-key to Cale and his family in case of emergency. But the fact that he was here...cooking dinner...you certainly hadn’t expected that in your exhausted state. As your body finally settled at the feeling of Cale’s hand rubbing your back, you leaned up to kiss him gently.

“I just...this was unexpected and I’m exhausted and you caught me off guard.” You murmured. Cale nodded and kissed you again before glancing over at the pots on the stove.

“Well go change. Dinner is almost ready.” Cale insisted. Following his instructions you moved to throw on a cotton sundress, letting your hair down from where you’d clipped it to keep it off of your neck. By the time you returned to the kitchen, dressed down and barefoot, Cale had glasses of wine poured and was in the process of serving dinner. “Take those glasses outside and I’ll meet you there in a minute?” He suggested.

Taking a sip of one of the glasses of wine, you moved through your house, out the backdoor, and into one of the cushy chairs surrounding your outdoor table. It was a beautiful evening, and Cale’s surprise appearance was just what you needed after a long day. The fact that he’d cooked...well that impressed you even more and you couldn’t wait to taste what he’d made. A minute or so later, Cale was setting a plate down in front of you, loaded down with chicken alfredo.

“My favorite.” You declared, smiling over at him as he settled into the chair next to you, scooting it just a little bit closer.

“I know.” He replied. “Hopefully it tastes okay. I uh...I’ve never made it before. I had to google a recipe.” Honestly, it was a hard dish to screw up and Cale wasn’t totally incompetent in the kitchen so your hopes were relatively high.

“I’m sure it will be great. I didn’t have to cook it and it’s homemade not takeout.” You assured him, squeezing his hand before reaching for your fork. The food was more than okay and you devoured your entire plate fairly quickly. Cale finished fairly quickly as well and leaving your plates on the table for the moment, the two of you moved over to the loveseat, just enjoying each other’s company.

Cale’s fingers stroked gently at the skin just above your knee and his chin rested on top of your head as you laid yours on his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you.” He breathed, pressing kisses into your hair.

“Me too…” You agreed. “This whole sneaking around thing is hard when I want to kiss you all the time.” Cale chuckled, his chest vibrating against you.

“I know…” Cale conceded. “I just…” He started speaking until you cut him off.

“But we both know your mom would ask a million questions and it’s kinda nice not worrying about what anyone else thinks even though I know she’d be happy for us.”

“Exactly.” Cale mused. “Speaking of my mom though…” He transitioned. “She uh, she suggested I come talk to you about something...which saved me from having to make an excuse...” He admitted trailing off.

“What?” You questioned, confused.

“I uh...I’m thinking about taking a trip,” Cale explained. “Mom suggested I ask you to go with me.” Your eyes went wide immediately wondering if Laura had picked up on this even if you hadn’t told her anything. “She said it would be good for us to spend some time together after everything. I think she’s still worried about our friendship.” He continued, rubbing at the back of his neck after a moment.

“Oh.” You whispered, your brain just a step slow on the uptake.

“I uh...was going to ask you anyway for the record.” Cale clarified. “Her suggestion was just the prompt for me to come over tonight.”

“So a trip huh?” You breathed, curious as to what he had in mind. “Like to Banff or BC?”

“I was thinking Iceland.”

Your eyes went wide and you twisted to face him, your stunned reaction making his cheeks flush.

“Iceland?” You repeated. Cale could have given you a million guesses as to the location he had in mind and you still never would have guessed that.

“Yes, Iceland,” Cale said, completely nonchalant. “It’s supposed to be beautiful in the summer. And let’s face it, you and I aren’t really beach people. Looking at all the things there are to do there, it sounded like a trip we’d both enjoy.” Cale was right, neither of you was really a ‘lay around on a beach all day’ kind of person. The fact that he’d put thought into what you would like when selecting a location made your heart skip a beat.

“So what do you say?” He finally inquired. “Take some time off work and go on a trip with me?” You were nodding almost immediately, excitement filling your veins. As if you wouldn’t go pretty much anywhere with Cale if he asked you to. “Good.” He grinned. “I’ll make all the plans and let you know the exact dates.”

Standing, he pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arms around you.

“Our first vacation together as a couple. I can’t wait.” He breathed, kissing you softly but deeply.

“Hopefully it’s just the first of our many adventures.” You murmured against his lips. Cale continued to kiss you until your knees started to go weak before he pulled away, moving to clean up your dishes. “I can do that.” You insisted. “You cooked.”

Your attempt to grab the dishes failed when Cale dodged your hands and moved inside.

“Relax sweetheart. I got it.” He called, and you shook your head feeling spoiled. Little gestures like tonight meant worlds more to you than any material present ever could and you felt blessed that Cale always seemed to want to do things to show you just how important you were. Letting yourself back inside, you moved through the living room where the picture Cale gave you last week was now settled among so many others. While not every photo included Cale, a good number of them did and it was amazing to see just how far your relationship had come.

Pictures weren’t the only things you had that revealed the depth of your friendship. Moving into the guest bedroom, you sat down on the bed, your fingers immediately drifting over the fabric of the quilt you’d found stored in one of your boxes from your childhood home. It was made of every jersey Cale had ever worn, even including the avs. You yourself had worn pretty much every one of these jerseys as you cheered Cale on from the bleachers.

Lost in thought about all of those weekends and afternoons spent at various rinks you missed Cale searching for you.

“What are you doing in here?” Cale murmured, his body leaning against the doorframe.

“Just thinking…” You responded, smiling over at him fondly. You felt Cale’s eyes just take you in before he realized just what you were sitting on. He had never seen your quilt before so you watched as his eyes went wide.

“This is…” He cut himself off and you reached out to him, drawing him further into the room.

“The summation of all of the years I spent freezing my butt off while supporting my best friend.” You ribbed him, your fingers running along his abs as he stood in front of you. Cale had a mystified expression on his face and you reached for his hands, holding them in your own. “I’ve always been so proud of you, you know that right?” You insisted. “Like my family has always joked that being your biggest fan is one of my defining personality traits.”

Sliding to your feet in the limited space between Cale’s body and the bed frame, you gently pressed a kiss to his lips.

“My mom saved all of the jerseys and I guess when I was in college she sewed them all together to make this.” You explained. “I got it shortly after I graduated but I forgot about it for a while. Then I found it while unpacking and decided it would be perfect in here.” It was something sentimental and it made you feel even more like this home was a place for the two of you. It was a piece of Cale present even when he couldn’t be.

Cale’s only response was to kiss you again, his hands pulling your body close with the sort of touch that made you feel both powerful and powerless at the same time. The more time you spent with him, the more all of those suppressed feelings rose to the surface ready to sweep you away. You weren’t ready to admit it, even to yourself, but a nagging voice in the back of your mind was getting louder and louder by the day with one clear message: you love him.

Pulling back from the kiss you let out a long yawn, your eyes blinking slowly.

“Someone really is tired.” Cale murmured, his arms wrapping around you snugly. Nodding against his chest, you relaxed against him, some of the tension in your body slowly slipping away.

“I need a shower though...so I can’t go to bed.” You mumbled, your words muffled by his shirt. Cale still heard you though because suddenly he was scooping you up bridal style and carrying you into the bathroom, setting you down on the vanity. After closing the bathroom door behind him, Cale opened the shower door and reached in to turn the water on.

Before he’d even turned back to you, you were already certain that he had plans for the two of you to shower together. That was confirmed when Cale removed his clothes before slipping his hands under your ass to slide your dress over your head. Gentle hands pulled your undergarments off as well before falling to your waist to carefully set you onto your feet on the bathroom tile.

Checking the water temperature, Cale stepped in, pulling you with him under the spray. The sight of his wet body in front of you made your mind go blank. You knew you were lucky, but god...the sight of him was mindboggling.

“Are you going to shower or stare at me?” Cale prodded, leaning down to kiss you quickly but firmly. Rolling your eyes, you wet your hair before stepping from under the water to get shampoo. “Just hold still.” Cale directed, his hands already covered in a soapy lather. Watching him, you felt his fingers run through your hair before they lightly scraped at your scalp, massaging gently.

“That feels good.” You hummed, tilting your head a bit into his hands. As more stress left your body, Cale guided you back under the spray until all of the soap was washed down the drain. He repeated the process with your conditioner, making sure not to coat your roots, lazy kisses killing time before it too was washed away.

Quickly washing your face yourself, you turned to find him squeezing your body wash into his palm. Though the feeling of his hands rubbing over your back was innocent enough, by the time you turned to face him you were relaxed and on edge all at the same time. His hands on your breasts drew an unsolicited moan from your throat and immediately his eyes flashed with lust.

You couldn’t tell from his behavior though, his touch remaining light and caring as he drew his hands up and down your body, lathering you in soap. Though you were still exhausted, as you rinsed off you couldn’t help but feel that uptick in heart rate and tingle all over your body that signaled your desire.

“Remind me to shower with you more often.” You said softly, reaching out for him. “That was really nice...thank you.”

“Such a hardship,” Cale replied, an easy grin on his face. It was impossible not to take what he had tee’d up for you and you dropped your fingers to trail along the v of his hips.

“I mean something is hard.” You smirked, just barely grazing your fingers against his semi-erect dick. Cale immediately let out a low grunt in response. Eyeing him for a moment, you moved to drop to your knees but Cale’s hands stopped you, quickly pressing you against the shower wall. “Cale...let me take care of you...you’ve been taking care of me all night.” You requested.

“And I’m not done yet,” Cale announced. A shiver ran through your body and you bit your lip watching as he moved to step out of the shower. As your mind flashed to the condoms in the vanity drawer, you thought about your upcoming trip.

A split-second decision had you reaching out to stop him, and this time when you bit your lip it was because you were slightly nervous. You hadn’t been with anyone in a long time besides Cale and you knew you were clean. You were fairly certain he hadn’t been with anyone else besides you in the last few months and you knew the Avs players were tested fairly regularly for all manner of things. And with your birth control given via shot every three months the risk of pregnancy was extremely low.

“Do you not want to…?” Cale asked. It was clear that you had confused him, so swallowing hard you moved to remedy that.

“I do. Of course I do.” You assured him. “I just...I was thinking…” There really wasn’t any reason for you to be nervous, you were both adults who could have this kind of conversation, so swallowing hard you just spit it out. “I get a birth control shot every three months and I know I’m clean. I’m pretty confident you are as well and it would be nice not to have to stop to reach for a condom every time if you’re comfortable going without.” Taking another deep breath you spoke once more before stopping to await Cale’s response. “Of course if you want to continue using them we can...your comfort is important to me.”

It seemed to take Cale a minute to process what you threw at him but after a moment he nodded and stepped toward you again.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, his eyes revealing that he wasn’t fully certain but he was definitely intrigued.

“That my birth control is effective? Yes. That I want to feel you and only you? Yes. That none of that matters unless you’re okay going bare? Triple yes. So go grab a condom, Cale.” You murmured pushing him toward the shower door.

When he resisted your push you sighed, the sound choked off as Cale’s mouth came down with a demand that had been absent before.

“I’m okay with it.” He insisted when you finally pulled away to breathe. Searching his gaze, all those hesitations that were there before were gone, leaving nothing but desire.

“Then why don’t you take care of me like you promised.” You suggested.

Cale’s strong hands fell to your thighs, hauling them up his body and around his waist as he leveraged you against the shower wall. It was a show of athletic strength that sent a wave of moisture to your core, one that Cale quickly discovered as he brushed his thumb through your folds, ending at your clit.

“You wet enough for me?” Cale asked, his nose bumping against yours as he pressed a needy kiss to your lips. Feeling him hard, pressed between you, it was impossible to do anything but nod. He didn’t move, however, until you eventually found your voice.

“Need you inside me.” You commanded softly. Cale started to shift but then cursed lowly.

“Spit in your hand.” He directed. Realizing he was concerned that the water was washing away some of the natural lubrication you followed his instructions, spitting and then wrapping your hand around cock. You’d barely started removing your fingers when he pulled back to shift and adjusting your grip you settled his tip at your entrance. He slipped through your fingers as he pressed up inside of you and the dual sensation drew a sharp moan from deep in your belly.

The lack of a condom wasn’t super noticeable, but you could have sworn he felt a little hotter and the friction was a little smoother without a barrier between you. They were minute differences but just as you were aware of every other sensation Cale’s body created, you were aware of those as well.

As Cale thrust his hips against yours you took in the difference between this time and your previous two times together. Of course the location was different, but while the first time had been need driven and the second beyond soft, this was a combination of the two. The physical exertion required on Cale’s part meant that he couldn’t take his time, but he was also acting ever so gentle, truly focused on taking care of you.

Determined to do your part, you wrapped your arms around Cale’s neck, kissing him as you rolled your hips down against his. Each hip roll created slightly different timing against Cale’s thrusts and the variety of angles created drew curses from your lips.

“Fuck…” You moaned when one angle hit a particularly good spot deep inside of you. “Right there…” Holding your hips still, Cale’s next thrusts hit the same spot and your head fell back against the shower wall. One, two, three more thrusts had you screaming Cale’s name, your orgasm crashing down on you hard, taking with it all of the frustration you’d been feeling before.

With a pleasurable numbness settling in your muscles, it took you a moment to realize that Cale was still grinding again you, seeking his own orgasm. Though you were slightly oversensitive, you wanted Cale to orgasm so you trailed your hands over his arms, appreciating just how big and broad he was. His body held such power that it both amazed you and turned you on.

Feeling Cale’s strain you pulled him into a kiss, your hand dropping between your bodies to gently roll his balls between your fingers.

“You gonna fill me up handsome?” You breathed against his mouth. “Gonna let me feel your cum deep inside me?” His balls twitched and he groaned your name. With one more half-thrust you felt him pulse inside you and his hot sticky semen coated your inner walls. The foreign feeling sent a jolt through you and caused a surprise orgasm to ripple through your body, completely exhausting you.

“Shit…” Cale grunted, his forehead pressed against your own. A long moment passed as Cale worked to collect his breath. “Can you stand?” He posed the question softly, his hands shifting on your thighs so that he didn’t drop you.

You honestly weren’t sure your legs would support your weight so you shook your head burying it against Cale’s shoulder.

“Alright,” Cale replied, shifting one hand quickly to turn the water off, which was surprisingly still warm, before placing it back on your thigh, elbowing the door open. Slowly pulling out of you, he set you down on the vanity, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you. As soon as he felt you shiver, however, he reached behind him for a towel, quickly wrapping it around your body. Retrieving a warm rag he cleaned you up first before wiping himself down. You could still feel his cum slowly dripping out of you, leaving you feeling dirty but in a good way. That was by far the most intimate thing you had ever done and it felt you feeling even closer to Cale than you were before.

Wrapped in a towel, you watched Cale quickly dry himself off before throwing his clothes back on. Then he turned his attention to you, carefully drying you off as well before lifting and carrying you back into your bedroom. Since you’d been too tired to make your bed this morning, he was able to easily settle you between the sheets. The moment your head hit the pillow you felt your eyes start to struggle to remain open. When Cale moved to your bedroom door your heart sank.

“Are you leaving me?” You whimpered, tears forming in your eyes. Immediately Cale paused in the doorway, turning to face you.

“Sweetheart...I’m just hanging the towels up and grabbing your dirty clothes. I’ll be right back.” Nodding, you closed your eyes, not opening them until the bed shifted beside you. “Come here.” Cale murmured opening his arms to you. You settled against him, your head on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead.

“Sunshine...I’m not just going to leave you after sex okay. Not unless I absolutely have to.” You knew that, you did, you were just exhausted and feeling vulnerable after that experience. Cale’s fingers stroked through your still wet hair and you felt yourself starting to doze against him, his rhythmic breath soothing you.

“I should go home at some point though.” Cale finally admitted. “Otherwise mom is going to ask a lot of questions.”

“Can’t you just tell her you fell asleep watching a movie and didn’t want to drive back when you woke up because it was the middle of the night?” You pleaded, pout settling onto your face. For a moment you thought Cale was going to resist, but then he kissed the pout right off of your face.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He agreed. “Let me go lock your doors and I’ll be right back.’’ He stated, slipping out from under you. When he returned it was with a bottle of water, which he placed on your bedside table before moving around the bed, shedding all of his clothes except his boxers. As he slid into bed, you snuggled against him once more, and this time you stopped fighting sleep knowing that he was right here with you. Right where he was supposed to be.

[missy4176]

The First Time He Says 'I Love You'

Cale Henituse x Reader

Cale Henituse has always been a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for him. His personality is a mix of lazy, nonchalant, and strategic, hiding his true intentions behind a mask of indifference. However, beneath that exterior, he is fiercely protective and caring towards those he considers important. Over time, you’ve grown closer to Cale, and though he hasn’t openly expressed his feelings in words, his subtle acts of care and protectiveness haven’t gone unnoticed by you. But hearing those words directly from him? That’s a different story.

Cale isn’t the type to openly display affection. Instead, he shows his care in small, almost imperceptible ways. He’d casually drop by to check on you after a battle, making sure you’re unscathed before turning away as if it didn’t matter. When you’re working late into the night, you’d find a cup of tea at your side—lukewarm, as if someone had placed it there a while ago. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, soften when they land on you, but only for a brief moment before he returns to his usual aloof self.

Cale often brushes off any deeper connection by saying things like, “I just don’t want to deal with the hassle if you get hurt.” He’s a master at deflecting emotions, even when they’re plain as day to everyone around him. You’ve learned not to push him for anything more, respecting the boundaries he seems to have set for himself.

It happens after a particularly grueling mission. The both of you are tired, dirtied from battle, and the weight of your responsibilities hangs heavily in the air. As usual, Cale checks on you—nothing unusual there. But this time, instead of his typical “Don’t make me worry about you,” there’s a hesitation in his voice.

“You’re alright, right?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual. You nod, offering him a tired but reassuring smile. He lingers, his usual exit delayed by something unspoken. You notice how his hands tighten into fists, as if he’s fighting an internal battle.

“Cale?” you call out softly, sensing the shift in his demeanor.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, staring at the ground as if it holds all the answers. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he says it.

“I love you.”

The words hang in the air between you, almost surreal. Cale Henituse, the man who seemed so detached, so reluctant to express any form of deep emotion, just confessed. It takes a moment for it to sink in, and when it does, your heart races. You’re caught completely off guard, your mind racing to comprehend the gravity of what he just said.

The moment those words leave his mouth, he stiffens. His usual calm, controlled demeanor cracks just slightly, showing a rare vulnerability. He immediately curses himself inwardly, thinking he’s let his guard down too much. His first instinct is to downplay it, make it seem like it’s no big deal.

“Don’t overthink it,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the weight of his own words. “It doesn’t change anything.”

But it does change things. You step closer, gently taking his hand in yours, feeling the tension in his body. He’s not used to this—being open, being vulnerable. You can see how much it’s costing him to admit this, and it makes your heart swell with affection.

“Cale,” you say softly, squeezing his hand, “I love you too.”

His eyes finally meet yours, wide with surprise and something else—relief. It’s as if a burden he’s carried for so long has finally been lifted. You can see the way his shoulders relax, the tension slowly easing out of him.

Cale isn’t one to suddenly become more open or expressive after a confession like that. But from that moment on, there’s a shift between you two. He’s still the same Cale—calculating, lazy, and strategic—but now, there’s an added layer of warmth in his actions. He doesn’t shy away from touching you—a hand on your shoulder, a brush of fingers against yours. And though he won’t say it often, when he does, it’s always in those quiet, unguarded moments when it means the most.

His “I love you” isn’t just a phrase—it’s a promise, a rare and precious glimpse into the heart of a man who guards his emotions as fiercely as he does those he loves. And knowing that he’s entrusted you with that part of him makes your bond even stronger.

Cale Henituse isn’t one for grand gestures or flowery declarations. His love is quiet, steady, and deeply rooted in his actions rather than words. But when he does finally say those three words, it’s a moment that transcends all the subtle signs he’s shown you before. It’s a rare moment of vulnerability that solidifies your relationship, making you realize just how much he’s come to care for you, even if he still struggles to show it in traditional ways.

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Parenthood: Beach Retreat.9

"Do we have to go back? Can't we spend the rest of vacation here? With you doing this forever?"

"What?" Mira giggled. "Rub your tummy?"

"Yes," Laxus moaned, wiggling his toes in delight as he stretched out on the motel room bed. "It's heavenly. A heavenly demon. Unheard of."

"Actually-"

"Mmmmm." He kicked one of his feet that time. "Yes."

"You're like a dog," Mirajane giggled, lying on her side next to him, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging off her shoulders. "Or do dragons do this too?"

"I don't know, but don't stop."

"You're so cute." It was her turn to hum as she added, "But the sun's coming up."

"So?"

"We have to go back."

"No," he told her softly. "We don't. Stay here. Do this. And blows. Forever."

"You just got a tad less cute and still no."

Opening his previously skewed eyes, Laxus whispered, "Was it the forever? Or the bl-"

"What do you think?"

He sighed. "Forever is a bit greedy, I suppose."

"A bit," Mira agreed with a wry smile. "Hey, Lax?"

"Mmmm?"

"You know that I don't… It's not that I don't like when we get to, you know, get away. I just love the boys and our life and-"

"I ain't one of those shallow men that get all bent out of shape because their wife, gee, loves her fucking kids. That's dick thing to do. And if you don't know me well enough to know that-"

"I just feel like sometimes I'm ignoring you."

"You're only raising the best little kids ever," Laxus pointed out. "It'd be expected."

"If we ever grew apart though...over something like that..."

"Hey." He sat up some then as her hand stilled and he reached one of his owns out to cup her cheek. As Mira nuzzled into his palm, he said, "Nate brought us together. He would never drive us apart. Or Pike. Or even this next spawn you've been blabbing about."

"I'm thinking girl," she told him with a grin. "Or boy. Either would be great. Don't you think?"

"I think," he chided gently,, "that you should get back to rubbin' my tummy."

That got the giggle he was hoping for. "Okay, but checkout is in a few hours."

"Yeah, yeah. Just get to rubbin'."

As they were enjoying their lazy morning in a bed twice removed from theirs, Pike was awaking to what would have been a peaceful day; had it been his mother in the kitchen, making his breakfast, and not his Aunt Lissy, who, while a good substitution when sleep still crusted his eyes shut, was not at all like his mother upon closer inspection.

Neither Gramps nor bubba nor Mace or even Uncle Elf could stop the tears once he realized that Mira and Laxus were nowhere to be found. He got told what a big boy he wasn't being as well as what a good boy he would be if he just caled down and listened to them.

It was too late, however, as hysterics quickly set in and Pike was lost to the world.

And what kinda world was it? Huh? Where one minute, you have a mommy and the next, you just don't? The boy didn't know that if poked around a bit, Nate knew far more on this topic than him, albeit not knowingly, and would no doubt have a fascinating insight.

Pike though had no time for deep introspection or even shallow outro-spection. He just wanted his mommy back. And his father too, if that could happen, but mostly just Mirajane. No offense to Laxus or anything, the man was great, but when he got to those deep, sorrowful sobs, only Mommy could calm him down just right.

He loved her. A lot.

Why couldn't they just all be together forever?

In the end he worked himself up into such a fit that he had to be taken back to bed, wrapped up in a blanket, and allowed to sleep it off somewhere.

"Maybe he'll feel better in an hour," Freed sighed.

"I don't care if he does or not," Evergreen complained. "Muzzle him from this point forth."

"Pike's just a man," Elfman grumbled, shooting his wife a frown at the suggestion. "And sometimes men have to have a good cry about things. That's all."

"That," Bickslow complained as he passed the kitchen with his hands over his ears, "is far from all."

"Oh, please," Freed huffed at the sight. "You and your children are far more boisterous than he was."

"Hardly."

"I figured you'd like the sounds, Ever," Lisanna offered. "A child wailing? In despair? Seems like something you'd get off on. Be careful, Elf, you might just get lucky tonight."

"Watch it, little girl."

"Ugh." Elfman shook his head and headed out of the kitchen, towards the living room where Nathan and Mace were playing in, done with their breakfast and very interested in cars. "Leave me out of this."

"Ha! Lissy!" Bickslow was back. "All the hits today, huh? It's your turn to beat up on Ever."

From the stare the woman was giving her, Lisanna decided that that was the antithesis of a good idea. "Uh, no thanks. You carry on as usual, Bicks."

"Your call."

Luckily, before that hour they were giving to Pike was up, Mirajane and Laxus strolled in, all nonchalant, as if they walked in after sunrise all the time.

"Mommy!" Nate was at her side immediately. "They made me eat Lisanna's nasty eggs and I hated them!"

"Awe."

"Mira," Laxus scolded. "Don't encourage that."

"What? He's so cute when he wants me to snuggle him."

"You reenforce bad behaviors."

"Staying married to you is a bad behavior."

Grunt. Touche.

"Pike," Makarov announced to them from his seat in the living room, where he was giving them very disapproving stares, "was very dismayed to awaken to find that he was alone."

"Alone?" That time Laxus snorted. "He's got all of you here."

"Something tells me that he does not see it that way. At all."

"What did he-"

"He cried," the old man said. "Relentlessly. We had to put him back to bed he was so upset by you not being here when he woke up."

"I need to go check on your brother, Nate." Mirajane bent down to snuggle him in her arms a bit before standing and heading off. "Go back to playing with your cousin, huh?"

He didn't like the idea of that until he glanced over there and saw that Mace, that foolish boy, was playing with one of Nate's cars without permission.

Unacceptable.

Leaving Makarov to deal with that, Laxus and his wife headed off to go check on their baby boy. He was all cuddled up in Gramps' bed, a few stuffed animals strewn around.

"I didn't know we let him bring this many," Laxus remarked to which Mira only shushed him before going over to the bed and gently shaking the child's shoulder.

"Pike? Sweetheart? Are you still sleepy?"

Blinking, he was shocked to find the same blue eyes that he had staring concernedly down at him. Then he bolted up, almost smashing his little head to Mirajane's.

"Mommy!"

"Awe."

"Buddy," Laxus scolded as the boy only wrapped his arms around Mirajane's neck before beginning to hug her. "Were you bad?"

"No."

"Did you cry?"

"No."

"Laxus, leave him alone," Mira sighed. "It was our fault. We shouldn't have left him-"

"With his grandfather? And relatives? Come on, Mira. He can't act out."

"He wasn't. He's just a little baby. Aren't you, Pike?"

Most definitely.

Laxus, with a sigh, only reached out to pat his youngest on the head. "Just try and be a big boy sometimes, huh? Me and Mira can't always be with you, you know."

No. What was the man talking about? Why couldn't they? What was that supposed to mean?

"Hush, Lax." Mirajane was carrying Pike then, along with one of his favorite stuffed animals, out of the room. "Did you eat, baby?"

"No."

"Well, Mommy will make you something, alright?"

Superb.

And Laxus knew then that he'd lost his wife for the time being and went to find something else to do. Nate and Mace were still in the living room, but a change of hands seemed to have occurred as it was Freed and Bickslow in there with them then, the former looking less than pleased about something.

"-mean you don't wish to play at the beach today?" Freed was complaining. "It is a very nice day out. You should go outside and dig for treasure. You-"

"We wanna dig for treasure anymore," Mace told him as he rolled a car around on the floor. Nate, with a nod, looked up at the letter mage.

"Yeah," he agreed. "That's boring."

"How is it boring? Digging for treasure is-"

"Boring," Mace said. "We did it forever. And we didn't find anything."

"But what if this time I could guarantee-"

"Boring," Nate repeated. "We're playing cars."

"You always play cars! How is that not boring?"

"Because it's cars." Nathan was confused then and only stared up at Freed. "And those can't get boring."

Meh. Mace could think of a few times, but no need to bring it up right then.

"Freed, don't play into them," Laxus said as he headed into the room and over to where the boys were playing. "You can only figure out a kids mind if you are a kid."

"That makes no-"

"So," the slayer kept up, "Bickslow, do you understand?"

"Actually, yeah." The seith nodded. "Cars never get old. Come on, Freed. Use your head."

Laxus only shook his head. It was hard always being right.

Sort of.

Staring down at the boys, he said, "You guys don't have to go dig if you don't wanna right now. In fact, I was thinking that we could, I dunno… You wanna build a fort or-"

"Yes!" Mace jumped right up at the suggestion. "Fort! Let's build a fort!"

"Great. Go get me all the pillows you can find, huh?"

Nate wasn't nearly as interested in this, but his cousin had been promised forts all trip and, well, what could he do? Besides, after breakfast, Pike wanted to build it with them, but only if Mirajane helped, which meant that Nate got some more time with his other and that ore than made up for the crummy fort building.

It was kinda nasty though because Laxus and Mirajane seemed to still be coming down off their high of spending an uninterrupted night together, meaning he kept kissing her randomly and she kept complimenting hi and it was just all around annoying.

Why did his parents have to love one another? How come he couldn't be like Mace and have them not be weird and just try to rip one another's heads off constantly? Huh? Was it just too much to ask?

Freed, who was still sulking over his failed mission of the treasure chest kind, was inclined to agree. He didn't want to see anyone happy. Not after he'd wasted time and money on the ungrateful offspring of the man that he most admired who, at the moment, couldn't spare any admiration for anything other than Mirajane's bum.

Bleh. He felt like Bickslow or something, ready to just throw a big tantrum, add in some vague threats, and then be on his merry way.

When she passed the room at one point and saw them more than a tad snuggled up to one another, directing more than helping put the fort together, Evergreen also wanted to gag. It was still beyond her at times that the great Laxus Dreyar had been brought down by the ditzy Mirajane Strauss. Then she remembered the flip side of both of them and, meh, it was still a stretch, but a conceivable one.

Especially given the circumstances of their joining.

Still though, sickening to watch unfold.

"What are you doing in here?" she complained at the sight of Elfman in their bedroom, riffling through his suitcase. "I thought I made it clear-"

"Not now, Ever," he grumbled. "I'm looking for something."

"Because that's completely helpful and not at all a bit vague."'

"I packed some extra jewels somewhere," he said simply.

"What do you need them for?"

"There's a grill out there, yeah? On the deck? I wanna use it."

"Oh, like that won't turn into a disaster. Try not to poison us all, huh? Spare the women and children, at least."

"No one," Elfman grumbled as, after retrieving the cash, he got to his feet, "said anything about you having any of it."

That got a snort out of his wife as she crossed the room, headed to the adjoining bathroom. "Whatever, idiot."

"Mature."

"Likewise."

Elfman only bounded right out of the room and down the stairs, calling out if anyone wanted to head into town with him. Lisanna and Bickslow, who'd more than outstayed their welcome everywhere else (apparently, their jokes were not appreciated), readily accepted.

"I am," Laxus grumbled as the door shut behind the three of them, "so glad that all of the are gone. So glad."

"Oh, Lax."

"I am, demon. Annoying as-"

"Shush. And Nate, that part of the blanket's falling. You better secure it."

Mace was pretty content with their fort building. It was massive! And great. As much passion as Nate had for cars, he had twice as much for forts. Just spectacular they were. Blankets and pillows and cushions and just sheer awesomeness. Nothing beat them.

Nothing.

Pike mostly spent his time enjoying the fact that his parents, as Nate had deemed it, were so disgustingly in love. Mainly because it meant that they both sat there, next to one another, where he could see them and not worry about them running off. He didn't think that their kissing was gross and he definitely didn't mind when Laxus would nuzzle his head against Mira's neck. It was just something that they did. He liked it just as much when they kissed and snuggled him.

Nate was just weird, he figured.

But a dang good fort builder. And everything else. It went with the big bubba territory.

When the fort was finally complete, it left the boys with a great place to play cars, Nate decided. And the others had tons of space to do whatever they wanted. Like color for Pike or loudly sing his ABCs for all to hear for Mace. You know, whatever floated their boats.

"Wow, guys," Laxus said as he army crawled through the little entrance to have a look around for himself. "Pretty spacious."

Mirajane was already in there, with Pike, setting up his corner. He had gotten all his stuffed animals fro Gramps' room was making them comfortable. Glancing over at her husband, she said, "I'm sorry, were you invited?"

"Were you?" he challenged back. "Boys, I thought we went over this. No girls. Boys only. It's, like, the most common law of forts there is."

Mirajane gave him the stink eye. "Oh, hush."

"You hush."

"Mommy's not a girl," Nate complained, not looking up from his cars. "She's mommy."

"Thanks," Mira grinned. "I think."

"Aunt Mira's a lady," Mace simplified. "Not a girl."

"A lady, huh?"

Pike waved over at him. "Daddy. Hi."

"Hi, buddy." Laxus continued to crawl then, headed over to the boy and his mother. "What are you doing?"

"Playin' fort."

"Pike," Nathan complained with a huff. "You don't play fort, you big baby."

Well, maybe Nate didn't play fort, but Pike definitely did. And he played it very well. All his stuffed animals thought so.

"Daddy, you're too big," Nate said then. "Get out."

"What? I helped build-"

"Us and Mommy only."

"What? This isn't-"

"Mommy," Pike giggled. "Mommy."

"Will you listen to me sing?" Mace asked his uncle.

"W-Well-"

"I want Aunt Mira too," he said then. She always liked to hear him sing. Always. She said that he was just like her and had an amazing voice. Uncle Laxus mostly just put on his headphones and drowned him out or told him to shut up. Both led to shatter dreams, so either way it wasn't great.

"Fine then. I don't need you people. A woman and a bunch of little boys. I'm a man. I have friends. I have lots of them. I… Freed!" Crawling backwards then, Laxus headed right back out of the fort. "Let's hang out!"

Finally. Freed had only been waiting forever for those words.

And he hadn't even really needed to bury that fake treasure. Huh.

"What is it that you wish to do together, Laxus?" Freed asked as, in vexation, the slayer stormed out the backdoor and onto the deck.

"Something," he growled, "to make Mirajane jealous."

Freed about died. "S-Surely you don't mean-"

"I do." Laxus glanced back at him. "You're going to get the honor of setting up the hot tub for and then serving me beers and lunch at some point. Chop-chop."

The letter mage blinked that time. "Surely you do not think that will make Mirajane jealous...do you?"

"Of course it will," Laxus argued. "Mira loves doing my bidding. It's one of her favorite things about our relationship."

That time Freed sighed. Sometimes he envied the woman and her romance with his idol and other times, he only felt pity towards her.

Shockingly enough, however, (to Laxus at least) he got the attention of a Strauss, but not the one that he'd been pining after.

"Aw, gross," Elfman remarked at the sight of his brother-in-law lounging in the hot tub. "You're out here?"

Laxus frowned. "Yeah, I am, Elfboy, so get lost, huh?"

"I wanted to spend some time out here, reading."

"Reading?" Freed, who was at the table, glanced over. "What sort of book is that?"

"Well, I don't know, Freed. I haven't read it yet!"

Laxus snorted from where he was. "You? Reading? I have to see this."

"I'm expanding my boundaries."

"Sure."

"Is that what you went to the store for?" Freed continued as Elfman joined him at the table. "Or-"

"Steak. I bought steaks. For dinner tonight."

"Hmmm. The demon cooks my steak," Laxus told him simply.

Elfman glared over at him. "I don't think I mentioned bringing you one."

"Watch it, Elfboy. I ain't in the best of moods right now."

"You and Mirajane can go out to dinner again," Freed sighed, ore to keep the peace than anything else. "Clearly, Elfman is going to be cooking for the children at least. Right?"

"Of course. Real men provide for their children."

"That's great and everything, but could you, I dunno, go learn to read somewhere else?" Laxus sunk lower in the hot tub. "I'm soaking."

"Sulking?"

"Soaking!"

"But both," Freed said with a shrug.

"Me and the demon could go out again," Laxus mulled then. "Hmmm."

"I bought Mira a steak," Elfman grumbled. "Just not you."

"Stop pushing me, Elfboy. Before I just-"

"Oh, dragon, stop being mean to Elfman."

And then there was Mirajane, walking out onto the back deck as well, three little boys dressed in trunks following.

"What," the slayer growled, "are you guys doing? No. No! I'm having one-on-one time in here and-"

"Ew, gross, really?" Mirajane moved to grab Nate's hand, stopping him from running over to the hot tub.

"Not like that, woman. But no! Don't let him go! He's gonna-"

"Hi, Daddy." Nate clambered right into the hot tub with the man, Mace soon to follow. Laxus only frowned at them both.

"What happened to your super cool fort?" he complained as Pike, from Mira's arms, pointed over at the hot tub, as if directing her to carry him that way. "That I wasn't allowed in?'

"Is that what this is all about?" Freed asked with a frown. "Honestly?"

"We wanted to come play with you now," Mace told him. "Uncle Laxus."

"Well, maybe I don't wanna- Pike."

At his insistence, Mirajane had moved to set the boy in the hot tub with his father. It looked just swell. And then, once in it, he'd realized that it was water and taken to clinging tightly to Laxus' neck.

"Why did you want in here if you're just going to behave like this?" Laxus asked with a frown. "Huh?"

Because he loved his daddy and if the others were going to get to spend time with him, then so was he.

Duh.

But all that water… And it was bubbling? Why would Daddy enjoy something so terrifying?

"I got you, buddy," Laxus sighed as he glanced up at Mirajane. Frowning, he watched as she slowly pulled off the shirt she was wearing to reveal a bikini top beneath. "Wow, demon. You gettin' in here too?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Boys, get out. Daddy time's over."

"Laxus," Mira complained as the older two boys glared at him, more annoyed that he was trying to get rid of them than that they had any idea why seeing Mira would make him jump to that decision. "Honestly."

Pike glanced over at the woman, who was across the tub fro the. "Mommy. It's water."

"I know, silly. Why do you think that we put on your trunks? Hmmm?"

Because they were very comfy.

"See, buddy?" Laxus grinned at his youngest then as Nate and Mace took more interest in sitting right in front of the jets, all giggly from the feeling. "It's not so bad. Is it?"

Mmmm….it was kinda hot, but…

"It's great, actually," Mirajane said, relaxing then as she shut her eyes. "And Mace, don't drink the water. That's nasty."

Eh. Debatable.

"Freed," Laxus was saying then, nodding over at him. "You're off duty. Plan was a success. Go...do whatever it is you do when I'm busy."

"I'm sure he has a life, Lax," Mira complained, not even peeking an eye open.

"I'm not."

Freed only got to his feet with a frown. "Yes, well, I would be the one to know such a thing, wouldn't I?"

"I guess." Laxus was more concerned with nuzzling his head against Pike's then. When he was feeling like being like a father (it was more on than off), his friends were kinda just side dishes. And at the moment, he wanted the main course. "Hey, go into town and set me and the demon up some reservations, huh? Something nice."

"Again?" Mira frowned. "We're going out again?"

"Did you not want to?"

"Well, it doesn't seem fair to-"

"Elfboy is watching the kids tonight. Or at least cooking for them."

"Watch them too," Elfman agreed. "I'll teach them how to grill!"

"Yeah, great, whatever." Laxus went back to nuzzling Pike. "Somewhere nice, Freed. Get to it."

"Grilling?" Mace looked over out of the hot tub and towards his father. "Really?'

"Of course. Real men know how to-"

"Gag." Laxus said it and did it literally. "Mirajane, make your brother go away. I'm trying to spend time with my kids, nephew, and woman. He's ruining it. And yes, Mace, you should be stoked about being included. Definitely."

"You should be nicer to your friends, dragon," was all Mira reproofed as Mace giggled some more. "Freed's not just a slave."

"He likes it. Freed, tell her how much you like it."

That only got a slight hum mixed with a groan from the man before he was gone, off into the house.

"See?" Laxus lifted Pike up then, out of the water, and over his head. "He loves it. And I love you, buddy."

Yeah, well, Pike loved not being dangled over a vat of water that he was yet to be certain of it's safeness.

Mmmm. Laxus had had way too many beers as he was waiting for Mira's jealousy to kick in. And way too many sandwiches. Freed knew not what it meant to not over-serve. It had hi all...daddy-ish and stuff. To Pike. Nate, who had sanctioned his banning from the fort, was just on the normal level of fatherly love. Pike though was Laxus' favorite son. For the moment.

Another beer and he'd feel bad for Nate, that he didn't know his real mother, and would be favoring him heavily to make up for the unknown crime. It happened sometimes, the overwhelming guilt and sense of abandonment that would spring back up in Laxus over the fact that his mother too was gone. Until he remembered that Nate didn't know and that Mira had no intention of letting a lapse of motherlessness ever occur again in the boy's life, so yeah.

But Laxus was pretty sure he was out of beer, so that probably wouldn't spring up.

That day.

Maybe when they got back home, Laxus would go out on a job, return, get wasted at the guild, and then spend the night snuggling Nate (against his will) and promising him that he'd be there for him forever and ever (until Mirajane threw him out of the house for being so wasted and forcing him to stay out until he sobered up).

Maybe. Sleeping on Freed's couch was getting kinda old.

Hot tubbing was fun for a bit, but eventually, the boys wanted to go down the beach to play. Not search for treasure though. They wanted to literally get in the water which meant that Laxus had to go down there with them, as well as revealing to Mirajane something that greatly annoyed her.

"Laxus, you were in there in your boxers?"

"Uh, gee, Mira, did you ever see me go change into swim shorts? No? Alright then. And what difference does it make?"

She wasn't sure, but it felt like it made a lot.

Pike was, of course, stark against going down there and went with Mirajane inside to wash up. Bathwater was good water. Safe water.

And then it was pretty much nap time which was great because, right on cue, Gramps got tired too. Not to mention the doggy, but he was always tired (so was Makarov, actually, but whatever).

With free time, Mira set out to find her sister but, according to Freed, she and Bickslow had taken off for the night, claiming that they had very important things to take care of.

"Such as?"

"Honestly," he told the woman, "I do not know. And a large part of me is thinking that it is a blessing that I do not."

Inclined to agree, Mirajane dropped the inquisition there and decided to let Laxus parent the kids for a bit on his own. With Pike off napping, she had just enough time to finally take a soak in that master suite tub Elfman had told her about.

All she had to do was run it by Evergreen.

"Gross. No."

Which was easier said than done.

"But Laxus and I are going out on a date tonight," Mira argued. "And I want to-"

"Again?" The woman was in the kitchen, fixing something to eat, and only rolled her eyes heavily. "Do the two of you have to be this annoying about it?"

"About what?"

"You're decent marriage. It's disgusting."

"Okay, for one, it's perfect, thanks, and for two-"

"No. The answer will still be no after whatever two is, so don't waste your time saying it."

Mirajane only crossed her arms and gave Ever her best glare (no, really, with her bangs being down, it was her best; or at least her husband thought so). "I'll just tell Laxus then that you won't let me."

That made Ever drop the milk carton in her hand and turn to stare at her. "You wouldn't."

"Test," the other woman hissed, "me."

A glaring match occurred then before, slowly, Evergreen gave in and went back to what she was doing.

"Fine," she groaned. "You can use the tub in my room. Just...don't… I don't know! Just don't do anything I wouldn't like in it."

"It's only yours for a bit longer, you know."

"Yeah," she sighed, as if in disappointment. "I know."

Mirajane took her time too, in the bath and then getting ready for their night out. She wasn't sure when they would be leaving, but wanted to be more than ready when they did. And Laxus, who came into their bedroom at one point to see her comparing dresses, was more than happy to sit on the bed and watch her.

"I like it," he told her, not for the first time. "Watching you get all guzzed up and stuff. It's great. And appealing. And… You wanna stay at another hotel tonight or-"

"Behave."

Bleh.

With their parents gone though and Gramps dealing with problems the guild was having under Erza's command through the communication lacrima (a mutiny, as it sounded, over her bossiness, as Natsu put it), Nathan and Pike were left with their very excited Uncle Elf as he embarked on the wonderous world of teaching them how to grill steaks.

"Honestly," he told them as Mace stood around too, all more than a tad bored, just from the explanation. Now, Nate liked the idea of firing the thing up, but other than that, it sounded extremely tedious and not at all interesting. "This is the most manly thing in the world."

"Mmmm," Ever hummed from where she was sitting at the picnic table, hardly glancing over from her magazine, "I can think of a few more manlier things."

"No one asked you."

Pike, who was in his aunt's lap, glanced up at her. "Mommy come home?"

He'd already had a good cry and, since he'd wasted so many tears that morning (and in the afternoon when his nap was interrupted by the doggy having to go to the bathroom and waking hi up), it didn't take long for him to get all cried out. All he wanted was for Aunt Ever to let him sit in her lap and read to him. It was his fault, of course, that he hadn't limited the reading material and gotten stuck with some magazine that went totally over his head. All and all it was okay though, because just the sound of her reading was keeping him calm.

Until she stopped then, to combat with her husband, causing him to remember his missing mother.

Ever only turned the page in the magazine with a sigh. "No."

"Grillin's boring," Nate told his uncle what, clearly, they were all thinking. Clearly. "And we're not men."

"What? Of course you are."

"No," Mace said with a shake of his head. "We're boys."

"And we like it that way," Nate said with a nod of his head. Uncle Elf had explained to him before the many tasks that being a man meant. Taking out the garbage, cutting the grass, working, and, apparently, grilling. All horrible. Nate liked just doing nothing all day with occasional portions of play mixed in there.

Why ever grow up?

No, seriously, why?

"Yeah," Mace agreed as he typically did with his cousin. It was easier that way. On days they didn't agree, well, he more or less had to go home and not play with Nate for awhile. Mainly because he didn't want to and both boys would cry (or bite) when left alone with one another.

It was a very complex friendship, but then again, the best kind are.

Pike though only groaned as Aunt Ever began to read to him about some sort of makeup secret that he didn't understand and just wished had some sort of cute animal or something that overly explained the core concepts of all children's stories about friendship or listening to your parents or any of the other annoying things that got shoved down his throat constantly.

Like sharing. Which was really code for giving Nate and Mace all his toys or else getting pinched or sent off to play by himself because, as they claimed, he was a baby.

Bah!

It wasn't fair. When did he get his best friend? Other than the doggy, Mommy, Daddy, and Gramps, he felt so alone.

Oh, and Aunt Ever was there too, being her usual bratty self, refusing to read him any of the good parts of the magazine (though at that point he was seriously doubting their existence).

Heh.

Grilling never got any better and Pike was disturbed to learn that he wasn't allowed any because he might choke or something equally as silly. So what? He still had baby teeth. Who cared? Not him. What kinda oppressive hierarchy were they running those days? Leaving him out.

Gramps, who'd taken to wearing dentures, felt much the same when he wasn't allowed to have any.

The humanity.

So, in protest, the two of them headed to their room without any dessert (they would be dismayed to find out there wasn't any anyhow) as a show of their protest and, mainly, from their fullness of the other food besides steak they were given, meaning that Pike somehow, in his feelings of unjust exclusion, missed Mommy coming home.

"I really wanted to tell him goodnight though," Mirajane complained that night as she and Laxus got ready for bed, her refusing (quite brutally) his offers of getting another hotel room, leaving him to lounge in their two small bed and contemplate if Elfman was or was not going to bed with Ever (for once) because that would mean, more than likely, that his own wife would force him to go sleep on the couch with the otherwise unaccompanied children.

Sigh.

"Then go wake him up."

"I can't just wake him up, Laxus."

"Then don't wake him up."

"But I-"

"Mira." He only glared then. "Come lay down with me. Now."

"But-"

"I will tackle you woman. You know I will."

With a groan, Mira finished what she was doing before quickly heading over to the bed and falling into it.

"Fine," she conceded, "but you better not try anything, Mr. Dreyar."

"Oh yeah?" He grinned over at her. "And why's that?"

"Because," Mira hummed as she laid on her side, facing away from him. Not that this bothered Laxus, as he only moved to snuggle up to her back, wrapping an arm tightly around her waist. "I'm too busy worrying about Pike dreaming about how I didn't tell him goodnight and now that will make him resent me deep down because most boys resent their mothers later in life, you know, and I just think that-"

"Hold on," Laxus groaned, shoving away from her then before, in only his boxers, leaving the room. Settling back into the bed, Mira had a short wait before an awake (and very cranky) Pike came into the room, stuffed tiger in hand, whining from his father's arms.

"See, Pike? Mommy wanted you to sleep with her."

"I did not," Mira said, though it obvious that she wasn't complaining too much as she quickly took the boy into her arms, snuggling and kissing him to quell his cries. It worked. And, since he was so sleepy already, Pike was out rather quickly.

Then Laxus had to climb back into bed and, with cuddling out, lay there as he watched Mira grin down at her baby.

"You happy now, demon?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Thought you would be." He kicked the covers down a bit more before tugging them back up around them all. "That's all I seem to do these days, you know. Make you happy."

Humming, she offered, "You do a good job at it."

"Yeah." He let out a slow breath, watching as she shut her eyes and drifted off. "I know."

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Mercy76 Week: Day 3

Right then, this story features a character of my own design, Cale Oxton.

Drawn by the lovely and über talented @jenniferstolzer here:

Currently, there are two versions of Cale. the one here, where Emily and Lena have a child through a donor and some of Angela’s genetic tinkering (based partially off of Lycoriseum’s Archive of Our Own fan fiction: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7812280/chapters/17828311

And the other is an AU where Cale was born from a relationship between Lena and my other OC, Sam, who becomes an Overwatch agent. Cale’s story is continued in my own fanfic: Where Have You Been? 

That said, enjoy the fluff :)

@xavirne

“Family”

 “Here, will you hold him for me?”

            Angela blinked in confusion as the small bundle was pressed into her arms before she could protest. In a blink, Lena was gone, rushing through the halls to find God knows what.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jack just barely containing a gut-busting laugh.

            “So… this is funny is it?” she asked, ice coating her words.

            Little Cale gurgled happily in her arms.

            He certainly had his mother’s looks; the little button nose was unmistakable, but the eyes… sea blue, no doubt from the unnamed donor. The hair was tussled in that all too familiar fashion that screamed ‘Lena Oxton’. Whereas the freckles that dotted his shoulders were obviously from Emily, all thanks to a certain Swiss Doctor’s tinkering of course.

            She smiled wide and cooed to the young Oxton.

            “Who’s the cutest little man?”

His eyes widened.

            “You are!” she finished with a small spin.

            Cale giggled, bringing a similar laugh to her lips as she brought him close and nuzzled his nose.

            “Angela…”

            She froze midway through making a face at Cale and turned. Before she could so much as blink a bright flash hit her eyes. Once her vision cleared, she found, to her horror, Jack Morrison standing with a goofy grin on his lips and a blown up picture of her face in his hand.

            “Jack…” she growled.

            He moved the cell phone behind his back.

            “What Angel? I’m just capturing the moment.”

            “Oh I’ll show you capturing the moment!”

            The doctor strode forward and (carefully) thrust Cale into the unprepared soldiers arms. He cradled the small child easily enough, but didn’t quite know what to do once their eyes had locked. She took this opportunity to snap a similar compromising photo of her boyfriend.

            “Uh…”

            It was then that Cale decided to start sobbing. Jack turned to her, but all she offered was a simple shrug and a smug grin.

            “What do I do?!” he hissed.

            “I don’t know, you’re the strike commander, you figure it out.”

            His face dropped.

            “Angel-uhhh….” He whined, “I can barely handle Song on a good day, you expect me to—”

            “Oh what have you done now?” called a familiar cockney accent.

            Lena blinked up to Jack and scooped up her child with a cheeky grin. Cale ceased his bawling immediately, staring up in wonder into his mother’s hazel eyes. She giggled, blew a small raspberry, and brought him over to the nearest couch.

            “Oh, you’re just the cutest little thing!” Cooed Mei, who had finally made her way through the base, Fareeha, Hana, Emily, and Ana in tow.

            Lena’s smile stretched from ear to ear as she handed Cale off to Emily, who proudly began showing him off to the others. Ana smirked as she sidled up to the two of them.

            “He’s beautiful.”

            “Yeah…” said Angela, slipping a hand through Jack’s arm.

            “So… what’s your excuse?”

            “Huh?”

            The older woman leaned in and pointed to the two of them, wiggling her eyebrows with a suggestive wink.

            “I’m not getting any younger after all.”

            Angela felt a steady flush creep into her cheeks. Not wishing to make a scene, she buried her face into Jack’s arm.

            “Ana, You’re only five years older than me.”

            She chuckled and bumped shoulders with him.

            “Your point little brother?”

            The couple groaned.

            “You’re a terrible person.” Muttered the doctor.

            “I try.”

            With this, she moved into the group to get a chance to hold the newest addition to the group. As they continued their doting, Angela brought herself closer to Jack and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

            “Should we tell them?” he whispered.

            “No, lets keep it secret a while longer.”

            “Keep what a secret?”

            They whirled around to find a nonchalant Hana Song standing behind them, handheld game system in hand.

            “Nothing” They said.

            “Mmm hmm.” She teased.

            “Hana, you’re misunderstanding the situation, I, that is we—”

            She chuckled and wrapped her arms around their necks, bringing them down to her level.

            “Congrats you guys.”

            She pressed her lips to Angela’s cheek and rushed over to grab Cale.

            “I’m you’re auntie!” She quickly moved back to the couple and winked. “And these, are your grandparents.”

            Ana snorted, prompting a disappointed glare from her daughter and a round of guffaws through the group.

            “Grandpa huh?”

            “Oh c’mon dad, have a laugh!” quipped Lena.

            A tiny smirk worked its way across his lips. Angela smiled as well, wiping away a stray tear as she snuggled up to Jack.

            A family, their family. And soon…

            She set a hand over her abdomen.

            A new edition.

[missy4176]

Subtle Jealousy

Cale Henituse x Reader

Cale Henituse is not the type of person to express his emotions openly. He is calm, composed, and often appears indifferent to many things. However, when it comes to you—his significant other—he has his own subtle ways of showing how much you mean to him. Cale isn't prone to bouts of jealousy, but when someone else starts giving you too much attention, his quiet but unmistakable possessiveness comes to the surface.

Cale is always aware of his surroundings, especially when it involves you. He doesn’t need to hover or keep a close eye on you, but he somehow always knows what’s going on. When he notices someone lingering too long in a conversation with you, or when they’re laughing a bit too much at your jokes, Cale’s sharp gaze zeroes in on the interaction. He won’t say anything—he rarely does—but his focus shifts entirely onto the person who’s vying for your attention.

You might notice his usual relaxed posture stiffen slightly, or how he silently observes the person, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. It’s his way of assessing whether this person is a threat—whether they’re overstepping a boundary they shouldn’t.

Cale isn’t one to openly declare his feelings or make a scene, but he’ll subtly insert himself into the situation. If you’re talking to someone who’s a little too interested in you, Cale will quietly move closer, standing just within your personal space. He might brush his hand against yours or place a light hand on your back, a barely-there touch that serves as a silent declaration of his presence. He doesn’t need to say a word; his proximity alone is enough to remind everyone that you’re his partner.

When you look up and catch his eye, he’ll offer you a small, almost imperceptible smile—one that’s reserved just for you. It’s a gentle reminder that he’s there, and that he’s watching over you, even if he doesn’t always show it.

While Cale isn’t possessive in an unhealthy way, he has a certain protectiveness over you that becomes more pronounced in these moments. If the person continues to monopolize your time, Cale will step in more directly, though always in his signature, understated manner. He might drape an arm casually over your shoulder or lean in to ask if you’re ready to leave. The question is phrased innocently enough, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in his voice that only you can detect.

If the person still doesn’t take the hint, Cale’s eyes will harden, and he’ll fix them with a stare that could freeze over a desert. His expression remains neutral, but there’s a clear message in his gaze: *Back off.* It’s the kind of look that sends a shiver down the spine of anyone who’s foolish enough to ignore it.

Cale won’t ever vocalize his jealousy—he doesn’t believe in making a fuss over something so trivial. But later, when you’re alone together, you might notice him being just a bit more affectionate. Perhaps his hand lingers a little longer on yours, or he pulls you closer when you’re sitting together. It’s his way of reaffirming his place by your side without having to say anything at all.

If you bring it up, teasing him about how he seemed a little jealous earlier, he’ll likely scoff and roll his eyes, brushing it off with a casual remark. But there’s a faint blush on his cheeks that gives him away, even as he tries to maintain his nonchalant facade.

Despite his subtle jealousy, Cale is never overbearing. He trusts you implicitly and knows that you’re fully capable of handling yourself. But in those quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, he’ll sometimes let his guard down a little. He’ll brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and affectionate, and murmur something like, “You know I’m always here, right?”

It’s not an overt declaration of jealousy or possessiveness—just a simple statement of fact. Cale Henituse is a man of few words, but when it comes to you, he’ll always make sure you know just how important you are to him, even if it’s in the most subtle of ways.

Ultimately, Cale’s subtle jealousy is tempered by his confidence in your relationship. He knows that you chose him, and that means more to him than any fleeting moment of insecurity. So while he might occasionally give someone a pointed look or stand a little closer to you than usual, he never doubts where you stand with him.

In the end, Cale’s subtle gestures and quiet reassurances are just his way of showing you how much he cares, without ever needing to say it out loud. It’s a language that only the two of you understand, built on trust, mutual respect, and a deep connection that goes beyond words.