#lnds caleb x oc

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Dress

The amount of brainrot I have around this game is unreal. That being said, I wanted to write something playful and light while I work on my longer WIPs (which is...hm. Certainly a way to procrastinate).

This time it's Caleb x Kit, from before their eventual complicated break-up and Kit ending up with Sylus. I just wanted to explore what it looked like, especially if the rumor is true and we'll be getting Caleb as another LI at some point. (You don't need context to read this fic, although Grief is a fun angsty read.)

If so, that'll be some tasty angst.

A reminder that Kit is NOT the MC, although Kiri (mentioned in this fic) is.

If you liked this or just wanna support a writer, please feel free to like or reblog! It lets me know people like what I'm doing and encourages me to keep writing!

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“Alright, get up.”

Caleb didn't look up at the sudden voice, carefully marking which questions he'd gotten wrong. “I have to study, Kit. My exam is less than a week out.”

There was an audible huff behind him. “And I get that, but you've been locked in here for three days. Even your grandmother is worried. It's time to take a break.”

Caleb set the pen down, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It hasn't been that long,” he said tiredly, turning around. “I just have to finish a few more…questions…”

He trailed off at the sight before him. Kit shifted nervously in front of him, tugging at the hem of her outfit. She was a vision in pink and white, the off-the-shoulder collar baring her soft skin.

“Are you…” his voice faltered for a second. Clearing his throat, he pushed through. “Are you wearing a dress? Voluntarily?”

Kit’s face reddened. “It's part of the incentive,” she mumbled. “We have tickets to the amusement park nearby.”

Caleb stood up, his studying completely forgotten. “No.”

“No?” Kit looked at him, bewildered. “I- Your grandmother bought the tickets, Cay. If you don't want to, you get to be the one to tell her.”

He walked towards her, crowding her space until she was pressed up against his bedroom door. The blush was beginning to spread up to her ears and down her neck.

Kit looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips parted. “Cay…leb?”

“Shh.” He looked her over with a slowly spreading smile. “I'm admiring my gift. Did you pick this out yourself? I didn't think you liked pink.”

“Um…your sister helped me a little. I wanted it in blue because that's your favorite color, but someone bought it right before I could.” Kit couldn't tear her gaze away from his, especially as he caged her in with a forearm above her head. “D-do you like it?”

Caleb nodded, leaning in. “Mmhm. But I don't think I want anyone else but me to see you like this. They'll want to try and steal you away.” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear, and she shivered.

“My little Kitty-cat,” he purred, a hand settling on her waist. His palm was like a brand, the heat of it seeping through her thin dress to her skin. “Let's stay in.”

Someone banged on the door, making Kit jump and squeak in surprise.

“Hey dumbass! Grandma wants picture evidence of you two at the park, so stop trying to bang your girlfriend!” Kiri’s voice came through loud and clear.

Kit covered her face, mortified. “We'll be out in a moment, Kiki,” she said, her voice strangled.

“I'm gonna set a timer,” Caleb’s little sister said warningly. “And if you're not out and downstairs in five minutes, I'm picking the lock and barging in there! Even if I have to bleach my eyes afterwards!”

“When did she learn to pick a lock?” Caleb muttered.

Kit smiled sheepishly. “I might have taught her. It came in handy when I lived in the Vagrant's Quarter.”

He sighed. “You've created a demon, is what you've done.” Glancing towards the door, he called out, “Don't worry, Pipsqueak. We'll be down by then.”

“You better!” Came the reply, followed by fading footsteps.

For a moment, all was quiet in the room. Caleb didn't move from his spot, causing Kit to look up at him curiously. His hair was slightly mussed, dark circles under his eyes. She wondered when the last time he'd eaten was.

Then, the full force of his gaze returned to her. “She's gone. Now, where were we?”

Kit squawked in protest. “Cay! We're supposed to be down there soon!”

He grinned, leaning down. “Then we'll have to make the most of it, won't we?”

Bonus:

- Later -

"My eyes, Cay."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"I'm going to have that burned into my retinas for the rest of my life. And how am I supposed to explain those photos to Grandma? 'Sorry, Kit got her neck and shoulders mauled by a rapid octopus'?"

"Oh, is that all you saw?"

"'Is that-' EUGH, CALEB! I don't need to think about what you're doing to my best friend! Get back here so I can throttle you, you nasty fucker!"

[jayhyunglover]

Heartless

Part2 here Pairing: Caleb x non MC reader

Content: jealousy , friends with benefits (kinda) , pwp , inappropriate use of evol powers , metal arm kink (miam😋) , oral (he's a tease) , unprotected sex (p in v) , doggy . (Might be OOC since I wrote this before his release)

Synopsis: jealousy is an awful feeling and it doesn't look good on you Lieutenant . You , the no nonsense and stoic Lieutenant of the farspace fleet . him , The Colonel of this same Farspace fleet . your relationship ? Fuck buddies and cooperators but this feeling of growing jealousy simmering just underneath your skin didn't seem to understand it that way .

A/N: Caleb nations won, blame the edits because BOOMSHAKALA that man is fine.

Now playing: Heartless by the weeknd

Heartless, that's you were or maybe that's what you were trying so hard to be. 

People has always feared you , whether it was because of your appearance or your reputation. After all you weren't known as the merciless lieutenant of Farspace fleet for nothing. 

You were a heartless , emotionless and  cruel monster and you took great pride in that. 

Then why did you felt every vein in your body boils with barely contained rage as you watched Caleb interrogating that girl? 

Yeah , that girl that probably put you in this situation in the first place. 

How you met Caleb was rather unexpected.  A young man full of hatred and desire to protect his loved one. It made your heart felt something you haven't felt for a long time, admiration. You admired him for his resilience,  how he climbed the rank until he was powerful enough to protect his love .

 A love that you envied. 

Though, yours and Caleb's relationship relied purely on lust . You helped him with his plan while he offered you free therapy. By free therapy you mean dick and you'd be lying if you said him rearranging your guts didn't help with your nightmares. 

But now they caused a troublesome issue you didn't want to deal with. 

Jealousy. 

You gritted your teeth at the sight of him reassuring the poor girl through the one sided mirror. 

Pathetic you thought before looking away from this lovesick view that had the bile rising up your throat 

“Lieutenant we'll need your help with-” 

“Handle it yourself” you cut off the poor rookie , your voice as sharp as a dagger before storming off the room. 

“What's wrong with her?” The young man asked in disbelief before turning toward his colleague who just  shrugged , as clueless as him. 

You weren't a jealous person, far from that. You already knew what you got yourself into. You knew that Caleb's heart belonged to someone else already.  Your relationship (if you could only call it that ) was purely professional (and sexual) but it didn't change anything . You had no right over him , he wasn't yours , you weren't his . So why despite telling yourself that over and over , everytime the image of him gently cradling her cheek flashed through your mind it made your jaw clench? 

You let out a heavy sigh before leaning back against your chair , your  thoughts growing more tangled by the seconds. 

She looked ordinary though.  Why would he sacrifice everything for someone with such basic hair? You scoffed internally before mentally scolding yourself for thinking about her in the first place . 

You shook off those thoughts and decided to focus on this stack of papers in your desk instead of Caleb's pipqsqueak 

Pipsqueak , such a lame nickname. 

“Someone seems to be in a fool mood today” you heard his light voice spoke and you mentally cursed yourself at how your heartrate sped up at the sound. 

You looked up from your papers to see him leaning against your doorframe with a small and  almost charming smirk on his face 

“Finally done with coddling your pipsqueak?” You asked in a nonchalant tone thought the underlying hint of irritation in your tone didn't escape him making his smirk widen

“Is that jealousy I hear , lieutenant?” He chuckled before making his way towards your desk and you despised , hated the way he could see right through 

“Tch, why would I be jealous of this weak thing?” You scoffed but the disapproval look he gave you made you almost want to take it back 

Almost 

“She's not weak” he retorted his voice dropping to something dangerously low 

“Whatever you say Colonel Caleb” you waved a dismissive hand at him before shifting your focus back on those damn documents 

“did you come all the way here just to discuss about your pipsqueak?” You couldn't help but ask 

“You're the one who brought her up in the first place” he shrugged nonchalantly unfazed by your snarky remarks 

Touché , you closed the filesyou were starting reading before looking up at him

He had such beautiful eyes , the golden flicker in them reminded so much of what he was in your life . A light that won't stuck around for long. 

“Then why are you here?” You asked in murmur,  your gaze trying its best to not shift toward his lips. Those lips that have explored your body so many times you've lost count. 

“I wanted to check on you” his eyes softened as he uttered those words and you felt for a fraction they might be genuine but no . This was Caleb , not some lover boyfriend of yours . 

“Can't you see I am fine” you snapped,  tone harsher than you intended but it was better that way. 

A flicker of hurt passed through his purple colored eyes but it disappeared as soon you saw it , leaving the cold and heartless colonel you knew. 

Heartless,  that's what you both were. 

“Glad to know that , Lieutenant” he bowed at you before stepping out of your office leaving you alone  with your regrets and confused feelings 

               …*...*...*...*...*...

“No more” you cried out , eyes burning under the harsh light . The knot in your throat growing tighter “please” you begged but they didn't listen , they never did and never will. 

“Please” your vision was blurry with tears , the pain too overwhelming to bear. 

What did you even do wrong? Why were they doing this to you? 

The electric shockwaves crashed over your body , sending flicker of pain everywhere until it numbed every fiber of your being. 

“Please make it  stop” you shouted but nobody made it stop. No matter how loud you screamed , how much you begged , they never did. 

You let out a loud gasp as you jolted from sleep. Your chest heaving up and down from the intensity of your nightmare. 

It's been like this ever since you went under this experiment at 11 . Every night those buried memories would come back to haunt you at night. 

 they stopped when you started sleeping with Caleb but this didn't really occur those past few nights with  how busy you both were .

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed before getting out of it to grab a jacket and your car key to head towards your salvation,  the bane of your existence. 

...*...*...*...*...*...*...

Caleb's eyes widened in surprise  when he opened the door , expecting to find  anyone else behind this door expect you. 

“Lieutenant what are you-” 

You shut him up with a bruising  kiss , lips pressing fervently against his to forget about your torments 

It was like this everytime you had those nightmares , everytime your past would come  back to haunt you , you'd crawl back to him,  clinging onto his presence like a light while he was nothing but darkness himself. 

Caleb, a bit caught off guard at first  quickly melted into your kiss , his large hand cupping your face to kiss you back with the same ravenous intensity. 

Your hands looped around his neck as you lost yourself in his embrace. Just this once. You told yourself knowing damn well,  you'll come back for more. 

Caleb's lips parted from you to catch his breath his chest heaving up and down from the lack of oxygen but the drunken whimper that left your mouth when he pulled away made his cock jump . The needy look in your eyes making it hard for him to hold back .

“Why would you stop?” You whined , straining your neck to try to kiss him again but he denied you , his lips moving to your ear to whisper hotly.

“So you're no longer in a fool mood” he chuckled before nipping softly at your earlobe, pulling out a small moan from your lips 

“Just shut up and kiss me” you scowled at him making his grin widen 

“always so bossy” he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss , lips moving sensually against yours as your tongue danced together. 

Your hands found his hair to tug at the soft strands , the pain making him hiss out through you kiss. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist when you felt him pick you up to head towards his bedroom,  body growing more heated and impatient as the minutes ticked by.

Once you were there , he laid you down on the bed before climbing on top of you , his body covering yours like a warm blanket. Your hands fumbled with his shirt , waiting to get it off him as soon as possible 

“So eager , Lieutenant” he chuckled with that infuriating smirk that made you wanna smack and kiss him senseless at the same time . 

You discarded his shirt somewhere in the room before your hands traced the smooth planes of his body . They slid between the valley of his pecks where you could feel his thumping heart.  An heart that didn't belong to you and never would  .

“What got you so worked up hm?” He asked , taking your hand that was resting on his chest to nip at your finger. The action pulled a small breathy whimper from you that made his lips turn up into a grin

You didn't answer his question,  instead you slipped your hand inside his shorts to palm at his bulge . You face leaning closer to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck. 

The truth was that you missed him but you would never admit that out loud. There was no point to do so . After all he probably didn't care if you missed him or not. 

Your hand found his cock you stroked skillfully until small groans of your name were leaving his parted lips 

“I think” you nipped softly at the bare skin of his shoulder. “I like it better when you shut up” 

You flashed him a smug grin , clearly loving how you had him writhing because of your touch. 

The glare he shot you made your stomach turn into knots , your cunt throbbing his name in Morse code. 

But before you could even recover , he pinned your wrists above your head with his mechanical arm.  His lips now tracing a scorching path down your neck with his feverish kisses 

“And I think I like it better when you're screaming my name” 

His words had no right to have you moaning out loud , no matter how hot they sounded, whispered against your heated skin 

“See” his eyes flicked up to look at your flushed face and dazed eyes through his thick lashes “such pretty sounds you make for me Lieutenant” the teasing lilt in his voice made you wanna kick him to the curb but the way his hands touched you had your hips bucking up against his instead 

“F-fuck, don't” you threw your head back in a whine , eyes fluttering closed at the way he nipped at your breast through your shirt 

"Don't what?" He breathed out against your clothed skin , tongue rolling defiantly around your nipple

“Don't ‘lieutenant’ me not when you're like this” you shook your head side to side in protest 

You always loved to hear people using your title , knowing how hard you worked to earn it but not with him. Never. 

“But I like to do so” he retorted with that same teasing edge that made your panties even wetter  “lieutenant” 

“Oh shit” you panted when you felt him bunch up the material of your shirt to get free aces to your chest 

“You're so mean” you managed to voice out between gasps and moans “are you going to be like this with her too?”  You asked , looking down to see how his whole body went still at your words 

Caleb knew damn well who you were talking about and the mere mention of her name made his jaw clench. the guilt that haunted him even since he made that deal flaring up higher.

“Don't” he warned , every ounce of teasing in his voice vanishing leaving the Caleb you knew and liked .

“oh did I hit a nerve , Colonel?” You fluttered your lashes innocently at him but the wolfish grin painting your lips was anything but innocent and Caleb knew it 

“trust me you don't want to go there lieutenant” he murmured against your skin lips still peppering light kisses on your stomach 

And despite how lightheaded his kisses made you felt you didn't back down 

“What ? afraid I'll find something you might not like” you persisted in your endless teasing but Caleb could only take so much more. 

“Afraid?” He rasped out before sitting up to look down at you. Thought his tone was still light and teasing  the dangerous gleam in his eyes made you shiver “hardly but I guarantee you will once I am done with you.” 

What- 

You didn't even have the time to ponder his words before you felt him manhandle you with his evol until you were laying flat on your stomach with your ass in the air . 

“You're such a sight to behold , my pretty Lieutenant” he whispered,  his voice thick with need and You felt pathetic for moaning like a needy whore underneath him at his praise. 

He wasn't yours and you weren't his for fuck's sake but your cunt didn't seem to understand it that way. 

“So much prettier when you're not being a smartass” he punctured his words with a sharp bite at the top of your thigh that has your head dropping in the pillow in response. 

“Caleb” the world was nothing short than a sinful plea , one that went straight to his dick. 

He continued to pepper kisses all over your thighs, not bothering to even take off your shorts or panties while you were growing restless . 

You pushed your ass against his face , hoping he would get the memo and finally give you what you needed but the bastard pulled your shorts to the side to lick at the wet patch of your underwear. 

The moan that left you was downward pornographic but you couldn't bring yourself to be ashamed . Not when his tongue was rolling around your clit with such defiant ease 

“Oh fuck Caleb” you moaned , your hands fisting the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white 

“Language Lieutenant” he chided playfully , his lips parting from your translucent underwear in a wet squelch before diving right  back in. 

His mouth sent hot white waves of pleasure crashing over you. It was overwhelming but still not enough 

“Please” you begged,  pushing your hips against his face to feel him closer , deeper. 

“Hmm?” He hummed inside your cunt , the vibrations making you throb harder.  

“Fuck me” you looked over your shoulder to find his eyes , the smoldering heat in them making your knees buck. “Please” 

You knew you sounded pathetic begging for him like that but you didn't care. This was Caleb , you didn't have to hold your facade up in front of him, you could be bratty and pathetic as much as you wanted. 

Maybe that's why you always came back to him because in your fucked up and psychotic mind you considered him as your home. A safe place that didn't exist because at the end of the night , you weren't the one his heart and soul longed for. 

You got wrenched out of your thoughts by the cold bite of the metal against your skin as he pulled you up by wrapping his mechanical arm around your neck . Your back now flush against his chest 

“Your wish is my command Lieutenant” he whispered hotly against your ear before finally finally freeing you from your shirt. 

The contrast between his warm flesh hand and the cold metal one against your skin made another fresh wave of arousal coating your already drenched panties 

“You're so sensitive” his voice was a low teasing whisper in your ear as his fingers circled you pebbled nipples 

“Caleb” you huffed , your patience growing thinner and thinner with how long he was taking to fuck you. You needed him to pound you deep in the mattress not toy with your already frayed nerves 

“Patience” he chuckled , his hands  giving your nipples one last flick before travelling down down until they met the waistband of your shorts 

You lifted your hips to help him take them off but he pinned you back down against his lap earning a confused look from you . 

“I like those on you” he just said before slipping his metal  hand inside your shorts to toy with your already sensitive cunt. 

“It looks better than your old uniform” he added as he continued his abuse on your clit the cold metal making your hips buck against him . And if you were in better state of mind you'd probably smack him for roasting your uniform so blatantly  but you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. 

When Caleb felt like he teased yoy well enough for tonight,  he finally took mercy on you and took off those damn shorts along with your drenched panties . And by take off you mean absolutely ripping them to shred off your form. 

“You're so wet already” he groaned while sandwiching his cock between your puffy lips. The friction making him throw his head back and moan. 

“Whose fault? you looked over your shoulder from where your head was resting against the pillow to glare at him but the sight of his flushed cheeks,  half lidded eyes and messy hair made your stomach flip uncontrollably 

“Guilty as charged, lieutenant” he grinned sheepishly before burying himself into you in one single thrust,  the stretch making you both moan in unison. 

He felt as good as you remembered. 

“F-fuck” he cursed lowly , eyes fluttering closed for a moment to savor the feeling. 

You felt so good , like a sweet temptation he keeps succumbing to. At this point the list of his sins keep growing longer and longer but yet he couldn't bring himself to stop , not when you feel this good wrapped around him 

He started a nice and slow pace that quickly turned into something frenzied as he got lost in his thoughts 

This was the last time he convinced himself. The one he belonged to was back in his life, he couldn't keep this up much longer 

But the drunken look you gave him as he literally wrecked your shit made all of his resolve falter. 

No focus this wasnt the plan . But fuck were you going to be the death of him 

His pace  increased , trying to distract you and himself from those pestering thoughts. 

His lips found the crook of your neck , his tongue licking a strip of your neck as he continued to pound into you his broad form covering you completely as he fucked you prone bone. 

The last time you both promised. 

This madness needed to end . 

He continued his frenzied cadence , your sinful moans sounding like music to his ear. His metal hand snaked down to give your clit 3 mean pinches that has you cumming so hard and fast it made your vision tip white for several seconds.  Your body slumping against the mattress as he continued to rock himself into you , chasing his own high as he supported your weight with one arm wrapped around your waist.

Caleb emptied himself inside you with a delicious broken whimper you almost missed with the way you were still floating on a cloud nine. 

His chest was still flush against your back , his sweat slicked skin feeling warm against yours as his hips went completely still. His breathing was low and ragged and despite having reached your high like 20 seconds ago you were already aching for him 

Since this was the last time better make the most of it no ? 

...*...*...*...*...*...

You and Caleb laid intertwined in the bed as you caught your breath after your intense fuck session.  Your hair was sticking on your face while his was madly dishelved from your grip. His head resting in the crook of your neck 

You didn't know what time it was or how long you both been going at it but you knew you needed to leave now . After all he'd have to go find his pipsqueak even if one stubborn,  irrational part of you wanted him  to stay here with you instead .

This is absurd . You sighed internally as you tried to wriggle out of his grip but he tightened his hold around you 

“Where are you going?” He asked in an hoarse voice , his hair tickling your skin.

“Some us have  work to do, y'know?” You rolled your eyes at him in a way that was supposed to appear annoyed but the small smirk on your lips made it really unconvincing 

“You must ?” He asked,  raising his head from the crook of your neck to look at you with those beautiful purple eyes of his 

“I do” you murmured quietly thought you felt a small twinge in your heart  at his slightly pouty expression 

No focus . He wasn't yours . This didn't mean anything. 

“and beside” you added voice lighter than before “you have your pipsqueak to take care of” 

He let out a groan at your words,  his hand letting go of you as you slid out of his bed to get dressed 

“Don't call her that” he glared at you though it lacked conviction 

“You'd have to make me , Colonel Caleb” you winked at him , your defiant tone making his mind run lap and his cock to stiffen slightly 

You minx 

After getting dressed in one of his shirt and shorts (since he ripped yours) you headed for the door to leave. 

It was like this everytime , you'd came to find him , have the most mind blowing sex of your life then leave.  It was like this , no string attached,  no feelings,  no nothing ,Just fuck buddies/cooperators. 

Caleb watched as you left in silence not trusting himself to say anything as you made your way out and closed the door behind you. 

As soon as you left he plopped himself back on the bed before running a hand through his hair 

Just what the heck did he get himself into ...?

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Part 2 coming soon

@yourlocalcatscammer

[oneemo]

Got roped back into playing Love and Deepspace because of Caleb's release. I was a day 1 player and got as far as his "death" so and got really sad lol. Then after that IG I just lost interest?

But MAN, the yearning between the MC and Caleb just brought back my attention to the game, I'm sorry Xavier.

also look at her, icl im so proud of how I molded her face. Got me feeling like Pygmalion.

[skyhavens]

vivi's finally got her man! 🎉 i'm so happy with my caleb haul from today, tbh, and he's already made me highkey weepy. i just love him so muuuuuch.

[yeehawbvby]

Poppy x Caleb BLAST

[sylussoathbound]

Caleb and my mc, I love them so much. 🥹

Sylus my love you have competition.,

[lazloemporium]

Big day! Welcome back Caleb!

In background: Sylus, in sunglasses, sipping whiskey with happy smile ,,That's my girl'' Luke & Kieran ,,GET HIM BOSS-LADY!''

I love him but still… it's been some time. He could send at least postcard from space or something.

I am sure that they explain in story (with I even not started yet, but I have my reasons, I swear)

[ayadikreino]

SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE SOMETHING AUTHORS PLEASE DO YOUR MAGIC, IT CAN BE A YANDERE OR NOT YOU CAN MAKE WHAT EVER SCENARIO. This idea is been sitting in my mind for a few days now and I need it😭 A Man a Soldier A Colonel sent To War While his Wife/girlfriend await for his return!! please amazing authors do your magic😭🛐

[kykyonthemoon]

The first bouquet: For reunion and childhood memories

⭑.ᐟ The Little Flower Shop In Linkon ( Long fic) - Table of contents

⭑.ᐟ L&D Masterlist

Word count for this chapter: 2k5

When the late spring hues began to bloom, Lunaire decided it was time to open her own flower shop.

That property was on a quite ancient and peaceful street. Finding a calm space like this amid crowded Linkon, near the city center, was a blessing. The shop consisted of a ground floor that was a commercial space, on the side was a wooden staircase covered with vines leading to the upper floor separated from below. It became Lunaire's living space - a modest house with full amenities for one person.

That property was formerly owned by Lunaire's grandmother's long-time acquaintance. They opted to live overseas and sell it. With her savings over the years, Lunaire could only afford a lower floor. Although her grandmother intended to help her, she did not accept and was still working hard to be able to buy the house above.

After some renovation and rearrangement, Lunaire was able to officially move in on a late spring day.

Her flower shop, Elysium, would be open that weekend. Everything was well, thanks to her grandmother and Caleb, who frequently came to support her. They were now in the kitchen, and Lunaire sat on the floor, holding a huge cardboard box filled with beautiful objects from her previous home. Most of them were older than ten years. Lunaire had a passion for preserving artifacts related with specific memories.

The box gradually emptied once the objects were displayed in new positions. Her palm met something chilly at the bottom. It was a box made of wood. The familiar icy air emanating it drew Lunaire's attention. It had been a while since she had opened it.

Lunaire lifted the box with her hand. It had been on her desk for many years, stretching back to her childhood. She vividly remembered what was inside: plump, snow-white seals presented to her. But since the person who gifted them to her departed, Lunaire no longer desired to open the box and look at them.

That was why the box was always carefully tucked away in a corner of her desk. Sometimes, when she missed that certain person, she would softly touch it, allowing chilly air to flow through her palm. For a brief moment, she imagined her childhood friend standing in front of her, with the same appearance as before, encouraging her to keep studying or soothing her when she was in a bad mood. But it would all disappear when she returned to reality and realized that what she was holding on to were just memories.

"Lunch is ready." Grandma's words echoed from the kitchen. She quickly emerged. "Oh, you've found that box?"

Grandma, more than anyone else, acknowledged the value of the wooden box in Lunaire's hands and the memories contained within it. So she was astonished when her granddaughter did not bring it with her to the new residence on the first day. The next day, when the girl came to get something else, grandma quietly placed this box in her cardboard box. How silly that Lunaire then rummaged through her old room just to find it, almost crying because she accidentally lost such a precious thing. Of course, her grandma had not told her where the box was. She thought that sometimes her granddaughter had to truly lose something first to eventually admit how much she needed it later.

"Yes." Lunaire answered. "But I don't remember putting it here."

"Sometimes you still forget things here and there." Grandma's bright grin puzzled her a little. "Once you discover it again, be mindful of it. It would be a shame if you lost it for good one day!"

Before Lunaire could reply, Caleb's voice burst out:

"Grandma Céline. Lune! Let's have lunch!"

Lunch was served in Lunaire's brand new and cozy kitchen. She and Caleb prepared the dishes. Lunaire felt a twinge of sadness as she realized that after living alone here, she would no longer be able to enjoy her grandmother's cuisine every day.

In recent years, she had frequently had to leave her home to engage in EVER's research projects. Not long after returning, Lunaire moved out again. Only her grandma was left alone at home. However, she constantly claimed that she was not alone because Caleb's grandma lived right next to her.

When she was a child and moved to the Bloomshore district with her grandmother, Lunaire became Caleb's next-door neighbor. He also resided with his grandma. The two kids instantly became friends. To her, Caleb was like a big brother who always protected her. Currently, because he was on leave, he came home to visit, but then Lunaire bothered him again, asking for all kinds of help with her new shop and home. Despite his complaints, he was still willing to assist her.

After lunch, her grandmother said she wanted to go downstairs to see how the flowers in the shop were doing. Lunaire's maternal side of the family had a strong connection to plants. She also inherited the bloodline believed to be from witches. To others, this ability was known as Evol, but her family called it magic.

Grandmother seemed pleased with how Lunaire displayed and adorned the shop. It resembled their modest garden, particularly the light-filled tea area. She assisted her with the plants as Caleb checked the shop's lights. Lunaire was waiting for an electrician to arrive and install extra lights that day. Everything came into place, leaving her absolutely thrilled.

Suddenly, she heard a clanking sound in the corner of the shop. Grandma hugged her chest and knelt on the floor.

Some members of Lunaire's maternal family have exceptional talents. They have the ability to influence the Evol of others, either increasing or decreasing their strength. But that type of impact comes at a cost. If someone utilizes such power excessively, their body will be destroyed in a variety of ways.

Grandma Céline frequently suffered from heart attacks. When she was younger, things were not as dreadful. However, as she grew older, the suffering increased longer and more powerful. That was why she had not used her Evol in a while.

That day, she intended to use a little of her power to make the flowers in her grandchild's shop bloom exactly on opening day. Unexpectedly, just that little bit would cause her to be hospitalized.

Elysium Flower Shop was located near Akso Hospital. Caleb and Lunaire were waiting in the sparsely populated hallway. Her phone rang. The electrician had arrived at the shop and was waiting. She was about to reschedule for another day when Caleb suggested:

“How about I go back to take care of the shop for you? After finishing work there, I'll get back to the hospital to visit Grandma Céline. Is that Okay?"

"Thank you." Lunaire nodded slightly. Fortunately, Caleb was there for them. 

A nurse arrived shortly after he had departed. She stated that Grandma Céline had recovered consciousness, but that Lunaire needed to first consult with a doctor about the patient's condition before visiting her. Worried, she followed the nurse named Yvonne to the front door of an office. She glanced at the nameplate attached above and thought she was dizzy. 

Yvonne said: “Just go inside. Doctor Zayne is waiting.”

Zayne…

Lunaire's heart rate increased as she heard the name. Perhaps she was not mistaken. Maybe she knew the person in the room. Once.

With her fingers on the doorknob, Lunaire's thoughts strayed back to a day many, many years ago.

The town where the Lunaire family resided has been attacked by Wanderers. The ten-year-old girl lost her relatives and could only follow with the flow of refugees into Linkon city. By the time she regained consciousness, she was surrounded by strangers who were injured and screaming.

The girl shifted her gaze, seeking for any recognized faces. Yet, there was none. As she walked, she inquired whether anybody knew where her parents were. Those tiny legs kept roaming till they became exhausted. She sat down beneath the eaves of an unknown home. In her palm was a melted popsicle, leaving just the vibrant colors on her fingers.

Little Lunaire started to weep. What if she were forever separated from her loved ones? What if no one could find her? What would she do in this utterly unfamiliar city?

At that time, a person approached her. Another child who was older than her had a calmer demeanor. He stood there staring at her, his yellow and green eyes barely showed anything. But then he held out a popsicle in front of her.

“Take it. Don't cry anymore.”

Lunaire gazed at the popsicle, then at the young boy, and finally at her hand. Did he think she was crying because her popsicle had melted? She hesitated for a time before taking the icy present from his palm. She no longer had the heart to wonder where the boy got the ice cream from.

Sweets always made Lunaire feel better. The popsicle had a mild minty flavor. It was not her favorite flavor, but at that very moment it was strangely delicious. While she was eating the treat, the boy sat down next to her on the porch and took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket.

"Wipe your hand." He talked in short sentences, his tone a little frigid. However, he appeared to be rather kind and gentle. To Lunaire back then, everyone was good people. That was why she extended her hand to him.

The boy was a bit astonished. He obviously told her to wipe it off herself, but instead she extended her hand to him. He did not say a word, merely using the handkerchief to cover her palm and carefully wiping away the remaining traces of cream. When his hand touched hers, Lunaire felt a bit of cold mist emanating from it. When she calmed down, she realized that the boy possessed a type of icy Evol.

Lunaire's hands trembled slightly. The boy knew she was a refugee who got lost here and offered to help. He volunteered to take her to where people were seeking sanctuary in the district. There maybe she would find her family. Eventually, Lunaire agreed to it.

The little girl was absolutely unfamiliar with this place. But she kept following the boy. He was considerably taller than her, and his mature appearance gave people the impression that he was immensely reliable. Lunaire occasionally fell behind due to exhaustion. Realizing this, he deliberately walked slower to allow her to catch up. Her legs were not hurt, but they were fatigued and covered in mud. Her face was dirty and her clothes were unkempt. After a long distance, the two children arrived at the district's center, where a big crowd was rushing in the direction of the Wanderers' recent attack.

In the midst of the crowd, Lunaire lost sight of the friend from earlier. While looking blankly to the left and right, she felt a squeeze on her hand. He found her.

"Let's go. We're almost there.”

Lunaire's tiny fingers intertwined with his, allowing him to guide her through the crowd. All turmoil appeared to have subsided. Finally, they arrived at the shelter. But the boy remained with Lunaire for a while longer, until her grandmother found her.

That boy was Zayne. And after several years, they met again at Akso Hospital.

Lunaire walked into the minimally decorated office. An individual sat behind a desk, focusing intensely on the computer screen.  The typing on the keyboard stopped. He lifted his head. Through his thin glasses, their eyes met.

Lunaire would always remember that childhood friend's eyes. Everything about he could change; his appearance, his voice, his address; yet those eyes remained the most gentle. It had been too long. She had imagined the moment they met again, the things she would say to him. But when they actually met, her mind became empty.

He was the first to say: "Come here."

Still so gentle. 

Lunaire moved closer. She felt like her feet failed to walk anymore. She sat down in the chair near his desk.

"Grandma Céline is fine." He spoke as if he had sensed what she was worrying about. "She used Evol again, which caused the previous illness to recur. She will have to stay here to be monitored over the remainder of the day. If everything goes well, she can leave tomorrow morning.”

"Thanks, Z..." "Dr. Zayne." Lunaire spoke.

Zayne glanced at her swiftly and handed her a piece of paper.

"Fill this out."

He remained as reticent as he had been as a child. She snatched it from him. She assumed it was Grandma Céline's paper, but it had her full name written on it. The messy handwriting made her have to squint her eyes to read it over and over again before she could recognize her name being there.

"This is?…" 

"Yours." Zayne responded without glancing at her. He resumed his work on his computer screen. "You need regular health check-ups."

Zayne turned to look at her and replied:

“Grandma Céline and you own the same kind of Evol. Do you still feel pain in your heart at times?"

Lunaire nodded slightly. Zayne was well aware of this since as a child, he had witnessed her go through a similar predicament. 

“But it was only fleeting,” she continued.

“Nevertheless, you should be checked. I already spoke to Grandma Céline about this. She also agreed that you should both have regular health check-ups."

“All right…” Lunaire replied. She raised her head, looking for a pen on Zayne's desk. He immediately reached into his pocket for one and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She took it. At that time, she unintentionally noticed the scars on Zayne's hands. He promptly retracted it. 

Lunaire began filling out her information on the paper in silence. But in her heart, she wanted to ask him countless questions; about Grandma Céline, about him. How had he lived these past years? Where had he set foot to? Who had he met? What had he gained and lost during the time?

Finally, as late afternoon fell on the pot of jasmine in the window - the only plant present in Zayne's office - Lunaire handed him the paper. It was time for her to go see her grandmother. 

“Thank you, Doctor Zayne.” Lunaire said as she stood up. The reunion that she was looking forward to may have to wait a bit longer. For this meeting, it ended here. 

Lunaire walked out the door with unprecedented awkwardness. When she looked back, she found Zayne staring at her from his side of the desk. She smiled.

“By the way, I have a flower shop nearby. Elysium Flower Shop. This weekend will mark its grand opening. If... Doctor Zayne has time, perhaps stop by for a bit? I will be delighted if he does…”

Lunaire hesitantly observed Zayne's expression. His face remained the same, nothing had altered to indicate whether he would agree, or if he was happy to see her again. Zayne simply replied: "I will see."

Lunaire nodded slightly to say goodbye to him, attempting to disguise the disappointment that was quickly showing on her face. 

When the door closed behind the girl, the jasmine bud in Dr. Zayne's window suddenly stretched out, bursting with white petals. He smiled a little, realizing it was a present from his childhood friend.

Artwork: commissioned by me.

Artist: Thiếu I-ốt

[xxfaithlynxx]

Nicknames and Illusions

Pairing: Sylus x f!(Named)OC; Rafayel x f!(Named)OC; Xavier x f!(Named)OC; Zayne x f!(Named)OC

ENJOY the next installment of Bonds of Eternity: Part 2!

Songs: Private Trip- LaDs- First Echoes, Love Goes On and On- Lindsey Stirling (Amy Lee), Dusk Till Dawn- ZAYN, Sia,

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Chapter 7:

  SYLUS

We hadn’t spoke about that night. That weird, fantastic night. After three days, one of us had to talk, no matter how embarrassing it was. Of course it would be me…. “Silence is only good for so long, boys. We’ll need to talk about it sometime.” I was standing in front of the island counter, coffee mug in hand, its steam wafting up my nose, drowning out the remainder of the sleep from my mind.

The fish man froze across from me, spoonful of fruit loops frozen in front of an open mouth. The blonde dropped his head to the islands surface, hands moving to cover the back of his head, and finally the usually stoic doctor with his expressionless mask was now red as a tomato over his cheeks and into his ears, as he held his own mug of coffee by the handle as it sat on the counter in front of him.

“Ahem. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nope. I don’t.” Raf dropped the spoon back into the bowl in front of him, crossed his arms and turned his nose to the ceiling.

“Oh, you don’t? Should I remind everyone about the little rendezvous with our woman?”

There it is. All of them averted their eyes from me, the blonde and the doctor choked on what I imagined was air, or spit. “Dude… why are you like this?” Xavier asked me, I shot him a grin.

“Come now! We are all adults here, and we are all bound to her. Nothing wrong with what happened. What I would like to know is—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence….” Zayne shot out a finger at me, narrowing his eyes.

I scoffed, setting my coffee down on the counter, “Nothing gross, I swear. All I was going to say was that I wanted to know how she managed to do that.” I flicked my gaze up to scout them all out from beneath my lashes. Rafayel still had a red tint to his cheeks, but not nearly as bad as earlier, same with Zayne. Xavier still had his head on the counter, but he’d maneuvered a little so that he was resting his chin on his folded forearms. All three of them now had a similar expression on their faces as they thought about it. Got’em… now to see what they think.

“Well?” I asked, as the silence began to stretch passed the length of my patience.

“… its like you said, we’re bonded to her. She could’ve just focused?” Zayne offered, giving a small shrug directly after. Wasn’t often he didn’t have answers.

“Maybe she wished reeaally hard.” Rafayel sang in, a small smirk on his still reddened cheeks as he whirled the stool he sat on in half circles. Still not meeting my eyes, I noted.

I scoffed, “Any other reasonable ideas?”

Xavier tapped a finger on the counter while opening and closing his mouth a couple times before chuffing through his nose and furrowing his brows, “Is she on birth control?”

I snapped my eyes to the man, what a weird question… “What on Earth possessed you to ask that?”

“No, no. It’s just… aren’t demons renowned for, you know, wanting humans? Anti-Christ kind of deal?”

I froze, as did the doctor and the lemurian. Could that be the reason? “Interesting thought.” It had been documented in the past about possessions for reproduction purposes… but most of those documents were all seen in fictional movies or novels, not reality. “We’ll keep that in mind, other than movies… we don’t really have any real evidence of that.”

“Let’s keep in mind, until a few months ago… we didn’t exactly think demons were real either, so we may as well keep the idea nearby versus pushing it back.” Zayne said, reaching down for something near the foot of his stool, before bringing up a notebook and pen and laying them on the counter.

I watched the dark-haired man scrawl something in almost legible cursive over the empty paper before looking up at me and tapping the point of the pen against the booklets surface. “Can we think of anything else that may reason why she was so easily able to… meet us?” As the other two finally came out of their animated embarrassment, I took a moment to recall how things had thus played out.

My meeting her was by far a fluke, I’d seen her in that café before, I’d seen her walking down the streets of Linkon. Seen her… before her accident. Active and lively, always smiling as she went to parties and gatherings with her friends. Why haven’t I told her this? I recalled how she was before and then after that accident. She’d nearly died… as far as I remembered from her medical records, she had died. She’d flatlined twice on the table. How she was suddenly alone after, a ghost of her previous self, no longer going out, or smiling….

Running into her had not been planned, but I’d been happy that it had happened, and bringing that to the forefront of my mind, I couldn’t help but think… How would things have played out if she didn’t run into me? I glanced up at Zayne, her doctor and childhood friend, would she have realized the feelings she had for him? My gaze shifted to the tall blonde, or him? Finally, my eyes landed on the painter, who was looking at me from the corner of his eye as he responded to something Xavier had asked, would she have relented to him as well?

“You look lost, cotton top.” I blinked at Rafayel. Cotton top? The fuck kind of nickname was that? Oh. My hair… of course. He was smirking at me, arms crossed over his chest, the stool beneath him still swinging from left to right idly.

“I was thinking.” I responded, deadpan.

“Come on, going to keep us in suspense?” His dark indigo hair bobbing as he smiled, still half twirling on the chair. Why is that so annoying? The fuck does she see in this guy?

I rolled my eyes, “It wasn’t something for the group, Tuna Turner. We need to stop playing around and figure out how to get Era back,” I tipped the remainder of my coffee into my mouth and turned to the sink, placing the mug inside, “…sooner rather than later.”

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How did we end up here again? Oh yeah…. I turned to Rafayel and glared at him. “Coming back to this fucking club was the last thing I thought we’d do, Goby Wan.” I snarled at him.

“Oh, calm down, cotton swab. You’re the only one who has been here. You said it was a Gentleman’s Club? More of less, right? Better to get a better idea of the place rather than walking in like you owned the place, which is what you did, right?” Raf’s eyes weren’t even on me, but the expanse of the room.

“That… is besides the point!” I whisper hissed as I adjusted the hat on my head, trying in earnest to shield onlookers from seeing my hair. Moronic fish fuck… I could feel the anger within my chest, but there was also excitement, thus far we’d gotten in and had walked to a table off to the side near an emergency exit without problems.

Zayne and Xavier seemed equally as distraught. Zayne was leaning back in his chair, head tilted forward, an agitated tap, tap, tap of his index finger over his forearm as he glared at Rafayel as well from beneath the brim of his hat. Xavier sat similarly, though his hands were placed palm down on his bouncing knees, the soft black trilby on his head tipped just barely off-centre as his eyes scanned the area.

Sighing, I reached out and took the drink Raf had ordered in hand, raising an eyebrow as I saw the glitter swirl within the purple, blue liquid. “What is this?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Raf looked over at me and smirked, his eyes lighting up mischievously, “It’s called a Porn Star.” I sighed and lifted the glass to my nose, it smelled sickeningly sweet, but also… good. Lowering the rim to my mouth, I let some of the alcohol touch my tongue. A tickle of pleasure shot through me as the sweetness brought my taste buds to life and I found myself taking a larger gulp of the drink. I hadn’t been aware of Raf still watching me, “It’s good, right?” Slowly, lowering the glass like it was a delicate flower, I shot Rafayel a look.

“Yes, it is.” My mouth tingled from the remnants of the drink, and I found myself craving more, but forced myself to stay controlled, putting the glass back down on the table’s surface. “So, what have we learned?”

I noted that Zayne had lifted a glass to his mouth, a similar looking shimmering liquid swirled within, and my eyes widened before I reached over and nabbed the glass from him. “Whoa there, feather weight.” He clicked his tongue at me but accepted the thievery before flagging one of the waitresses down to order something else. I hope it was water…. I didn’t need to carry the man home tonight after a single sip.

Xavier also was looking at the glass he now held in hand, a bewildered expression pulling his brows together as he watched the dancing glitter. I smirked, small things amuse small minds…. Although Xavier was nowhere near small minded. He was a genius in his own right, I had to give him that.

When the waitress returned, I took a chance on a sudden thought, “Pardon me, do you know when the entertainment starts tonight?” I checked my watch, it was a quarter to eight in the evening now and there were more people, women and men alike piling in to booths and tables. I had to admit, Rafayel booking us in like this was convenient, not what I was used to- but convenient.

“Her performance should be coming up in the next half hour, Sir.” The girl’s voice was so deadpan, same with her eyes. I wanted to grit my teeth, but I silently nodded my thanks and leaned back in my chair, eyes boring into the microphone on the stage. Belamy… I want to end him. Not only for taking Era, but for the way he treated the people supposedly under his employ. The way he treated women… specifically. It was obvious he only saw them as arm warmers, or items to be looked at… And… other things. I couldn’t forget how he’d basically offered Era as a purchasable item to me that night, but… but he hadn’t been talking about Era, had he… it was obvious that he had a side business of human sales. Proving that might be difficult, depending.

“Wait, by entertainment, do you mean….” Xavier had put his drink down and looked up at my exchange with the waitress. I nodded at him; Bel had mentioned how she was the main attraction of the club. Can’t help that curiosity. “You said she danced when you were here last.”

I nodded again, glancing up as another couple walked by. The man’s tweed suit, thin pinstripes and a deep navy color, matching my own black and silver. His trilby tilted just off center atop his slicked back hair. On his arm was a smiling debutante of a women with coiled hair, gelled into place while she had glittering jewelry covering her. Fingers, wrists, neck and even around her waist, a dangling sphere of diamonds hung from the thin diamond studded belt she wore. Her dress was a slim fit velvet, matching her gentleman’s suit color in navy blue. Her legs led down to narrow feet, shoe straps curving up her calves, the soft click of her high heels disappearing as they marched up the now carpeted stairs. An image of myself and Era came to mind, her smiling like that at me while we walked into a club that I owned, all patrons’ eyes on the two of us.

“Skye” He’d used my monicker, snapping me out of my thoughts, “come back from fantasy land now, please. We have less than ten minutes before she’s on stage.” Zayne said as he checked his own watch. I adjusted myself in my chair, pulling the ends of my vest back together before taking a deep breath.

“You guys need to stay calm when you see her, got it? We are not here to grab her, yet.” I tossed an agitated glare at all three of them, especially Rafayel who’d slid to the edge of his seat, looking like he’d launch himself within a moments notice. “You got that, Fin Diesel? No playing the hero.”

“Yeah, yeah Q-tip.” I felt a small growl resonate within my chest as he waved me off, not even looking at me, eyes glued to the stage. I reached over and gripped his shoulder with enough force that he winced, but he looked over at me as I hauled him closer to me.

“This isn’t a joke, Raf… we need to stay level-headed about this and think. You jumping up there half cocked will get her killed, do you understand me?” I sneered at him as he took an agonizing moment to think about my words, but he nodded before brushing my hand off him only to slide back in his seat again, his shoulders slouching slightly. See through, my friend, see through.

I sighed and turned as I saw movement to my right, turning slowly I saw Belamy approach the microphone at center stage. The crowd erupted in a raucous applause as he unbuttoned his vest and grabbed the mic, a hand lifting to wave down the onslaught of noise directed at him. I could feel my anger simmering within my chest at the sight of him as he removed his hat with his free hand and bowed gingerly, for such a big man, he was surprisingly agile.

“Welcome, my lovely ladies and my dashing gentleman! Thank you for coming tonight, we have a very special act planned for you tonight.” I could sense the rising nerves through the bonds of the men around my table as they saw Belamy, or Belial for the first time. The man who had taken her from us so suddenly. Xavier’s angst was causing both of his knees to bounce, his fingers curled deeply into the fabric of his pleated dress pants. I wasn’t paying much attention to what the mountain of a man on stage was saying as I was trying to focus some calm through the bonds as I saw Rafayel inch forward in his seat once again, the anxiety running through him was palpable, and then there was Zayne, who seemed frozen in his seat as he stared at Bel, but I could see the tiny shards of ice accumulating over his fingers. My attention snapped back to the stage upon hearing Belamy’s next words. “Give it up for our very own Treasure of Charon!” He gestured behind him, and I felt my stomach lurch, all air leaving my lungs as she walked up from the rear of center stage.

She looked different tonight; her hair wasn’t as long it had been the first night I’d been here. Soft but straight waves of her ashen hair fell just passed her shoulders, parted above her right eye, a strand of pure silver fell across her forehead only to tuck behind her left ear. Soft kohl surrounded each eye and rose covered the apples of her cheeks. Her lips, covered in a similar shade of rose. Her skin was luminous, she looked like she’d bathed in a silver sheen like that of our drinks, it almost looked like it swirled over her. She wore an elegant white gown, the square neckline only starting just above her bust. All her shoulders, her clavicle, collarbones and the upper quadrant of her sternum were revealed for all to see. The thick looking white fabric seemed stretched across her torso, falling into a ruche over her left hip. It reminded me of some of the sculptures that stood around Rome, that gathered fabric falling so meticulously to adorn the bodice of its wearer like a wrap. The long, flowing skirt plumed outward, starting just below the pleat. A part revealed her left leg, much less revealing from the last gown, but just as exhilarating to see her in. Heeled shoes showed off her dainty feet, a single white belt around the upper portion of her ankle while another single band of white crossed over the top of her foot, the thin white sole built to arch her foot just right. To be seen, not walked in.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her arms were bare, and a part of me wanted nothing more than to feel them around me again. Through the bonds, I could feel the other’s shock, awe, and longing.

The entire club was silent as we all watched Belamy hand her the mic, lean in to kiss her cheek and retreat offstage. A song I’d heard before suddenly came through the speakers, a petite blonde girl holding and playing an instrument came to stand next to Era, sending a chill down my spine, causing goosebumps to form down my arms, across the back of my neck and down my spine. It was a song she’d played at her apartment once. The violin rang through the silent air before a voice like woven silk followed. I stared as she hummed along at first, harmonizing with the strings, only to release a long-drawn-out breath with such power that it danced directly into my heart. Why this song? Amongst the violin was a bass that seemed to hold all the emotion of her voice.

I could feel the three of their hearts beating along with mine as she began to sing, the violin quieted as the lyrics began to flow, her words strumming to life a tinge of heat at each corner of my eyes, a tickle within my nose as the words she sang sunk into my soul. Curling there like an embrace, holding me in their soft grip.

“There’s an old familiar silence…”

“When I’m lost inside my heart…”

“I can’t hear the voice inside me…”

“So, I look up to the stars…”

“…there is darkness ever waiting…”

“…I can feel it in the air.”

“…so, I call upon my angels, are you still there?”

The violin’s crescendo vibrated through the floor, the harmony of the instrument and her voice rocking through everyone as I watched small diamond tears fall down her cheeks.

“When the wind bends the branch to softly touch me…”

“When the band plays our song…”

“I feel strong enough to keep dreaming…”

“Even when I’m all alone, our love goes on and on.”

The room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop as soon as the music and her voice came to a halt. She hadn’t moved the entire time she’d sang, but now she held her head low, her hair falling over her shoulders as another tune started up. Another she’s played at her apartment… she must be choosing these. She’d handed the mic off to the small blonde before the violinist exited the stage in the same direction Belamy had.

We all watched, as the music picked up, her hands started to weave through the air, a subtle brilliance to the way her fingers worked before her. A glittering field of flowers suddenly spread out all around the room as the song’s drop erupted through the speakers, soft red petals fluttered down around our heads. Datura’s… My eyes widened as I reached up to try and catch one, only for it to fall through my hand. I could feel the tightness within my chest as the image slowly shifted, pulling back towards her. Only showering the dance floor in the illusion of the flowers. Another image of her kneeling amongst those blooms, holding a flower up to her face as she

As another bass drop struck the crowd, another illusion overlapped her flower field. A night sky, shooting stars and falling snow falling to cover the gown that sprawled around her like a cloud. Swirls of crystalline snow swept around the club, gracing each table with its magnificence. When it reached our table, I caught the eyes of each of her men, all of them shared me awe. The corners of their eyes sparkling with unshed tears. As the snow shimmered back to her form up on stage, we all watched as it began to tornado around her, lifting her hair as it spun, turning into soft waves of water, sparkling indigo and teal, with a flick of her wrist, came down over the stage and washed over us all. Showing an image of the seabed, a place I’d seen in her mind, my head whipped over to Rafayel, it was the same seabed that she had used her transformative power the first time, when she’d changed to match his form, in Maui.

This was all for us…. I finally realized, whipping my shocked gaze back up to her. Seeing her knelt on top of the stage, arms curled around herself, her mouth wide open as if she was in pain, but no sound came from her. She was crying. A similar image to what I’d seen previously when I’d left… when she thought she was never going to walk again. As the song came to an end, the same girl who’d been playing violin during the first number came out and helped her to stand again, the small images she’d conjured during the song slowly dissipating from around us. A single red petal seemed to land on my leg, it glittered ethereally before dissolving into nothing.

The room almost echoed with how quiet it’d gotten, you could almost hear everyone breathing before the entire club stood and the applause rang through the room, but none of us stood. I took a chance and turned to Zayne, Xavier and Raf, only to find them not standing either. Their eyes were locked on the stage, tears streaming down their cheeks, just as they were for myself.

I could sense it; their minds were on the same thing as mine. Seeing her crumpled form on that stage, before over a hundred odd people, falling apart. The image of a broken girl, having lost everything.

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[chaoticbardlady99]

“With you here, I only need one plan.”

I got through the main storyline update and I really hope the next stop is the N109 Zone and coming up with a game plan.

Also all the love to the Caleb girls, I am so happy for all of you. I am still more of a Sylus and Zayne girlie- but Caleb is still a really great character and a BADASS battle partner. My favorite part about this game is that all the LIs are likeable and have their own charm. I feel like Infold provides a good variety.

I didn’t really like him as a LI to begin with (before I even knew he was gonna be one, I lowkey figured he would- they don’t make someone look like THAT for a reason) and the whole “I will find somewhere for just us forever to keep you safe” is not really my cup of tea- when I was younger, absolutely. I know he has some uh special circumstances tho and it could be my defense mechanism cause I have never been more afraid for a character in my life ���

I do think he is the perfect childhood friend - first love- - acquaintances - enemies and my brain is already tip tapping away at additions to WIPs that remain hidden away in my docs.

I really hope he doesn’t meet a tragic end though 🫠 I want all the boys to be happy, healthy, and winning at life

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Grief

Buckle down, this is a heavy one. I enjoy causing myself emotional pain, and this hurt/comfort fic is definitely it.

Featuring pre-relationship! Sylus and my OC Kit, regarding her past relationship with Caleb, her ex. Kit is NOT the MC (although Kiri, mentioned in this fic, is), but she is an assassin and Sylus's second in command. Ironically, this was established for me before I knew there were "assassin second in command" fics around.

Trigger warnings for this one: Grief, workplace abuse (not Onychinus, briefly mentioned in non-explicit detail), unintentional physical altercations, lack of eating due to grief. This is addressed and resolved in fic.

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The phone hits the floor, its screen shattering.

Kit is soon to follow, her knees giving out beneath her. She can hear Luke and Kieran speaking urgently to her, a voice on the other end of the call crackling out from the speaker, but it's all underwater. Muffled sound that should be words is nothing compared to the heart-rending cry that rips from her throat.

“No. No! Caleb!”

Kit doesn't leave her room for three days.

Later, she'll learn that no one thought to call her. The one who finally asked is River, part of the high school/university friend group who had witnessed the beginning and inevitable end of her relationship.

He's the one who broke the news.

Kit doesn't remember much from those three days. She doesn't eat, barely sleeps, and spends most of her time curled up in her lofted space in Onychinus's attic.

She's there when Sylus finally intervenes.

A hot cup of cocoa is put into her hands, its heat startling her enough to make her look up. Sylus's expression is inscrutable, and if she wasn't in shock, she'd have laughed at the way he's bent forward to avoid the low ceiling.

“Drink,” he says firmly. It's an order, not a request.

Kit’s lips touch the edge of the mug, the sweet aroma curling around her. Her mouth trembles, and her stomach twists. As if accepting bodily functions is a cruel smack against her grief.

A reminder that she is alive, and Caleb is not.

Sylus crouches in front of her. His gaze is steady as he waits. A single pale eyebrow raises in disapproval.

“Are you going to disobey?”

She tilts the mug, sweet chocolate coating her tongue, sugar forcing her back to reality.

Tears sting her eyes, and Kit begins to shake.

Sylus takes the mug. He sets it on a side table as she begins to lurch forward, drawing her into his arms.

He holds her tightly as she sobs, shattering apart once more.

At some point, her tears dry up, whether she wants them to or not. Sylus holds out a tissue, although she's not sure where he got the box.

“I got snot all over you,” are the first words out of her mouth.

Sylus snorts. “I know. That's what happens when you bottle things up, kitten.”

Kit closes her eyes tightly. “Not now,” she whispers. He hums a query, and she shakes her head. “I can't- not that one, Sylus.” She chokes up, unaware of the way his eyes widen at the first willing use of his name. “Cay- Caleb is the one who nicknamed me. When we were young. I told him I hated being called Camilla, and he told me that I reminded him more of a cat than a flower. He's the reason I started going by Kitty, and later…” she blew her nose, trying to fight off another wave of sobs. “And later, Kit. He called me Kitty-cat.”

A gentle hand grazes her cheekbone, brushing at the corner of her eye. She opens them to see Sylus’s expression. It's softer than she's ever seen it.

“Okay, sweetie,” he replies soothingly. “I won't use it.”

Kit leans into his touch, into the warmth of his palm, until he's cupping the side of her face. “Not forever,” she whispers. “I like it when you call me that. Just not right now.”

“He meant a lot to you,” Sylus says. It's a question as much as it is a statement, his hand staying in place where she needs it most. The point of contact feels grounding.

Kit nods. “My best friend, the Hunter who's recovering from the explosion, grew up with him like I did. The three of us were thick as thieves.” She laughs bitterly, staring out the attic window into the dark night.

“Everyone had their expectations, I suppose. They all expected Caleb and I would get together. Our feelings never really mattered, our families pushed us into it. His grandma and my father always seemed to have their heads together, as if they were planning our wedding.”

There's an odd flash of something on Sylus's face, something she can't quite discern. Still, he continues to listen. “Did you…have feelings, then?” He asks carefully.

She reaches over and takes the mug. It's lukewarm now, but she doesn't care. It gives her something to hold onto besides him.

“As I said,” Kit continues. “It never really mattered. Caleb and I were pushed together, like dolls in a dollhouse. We started dating in our first year of high school. It continued until…you know. When I was forced into this life.

I think Caleb knew that something was wrong, but by then we'd graduated, and our relationship began to crumble. My dad retired and fucked off on a trip round the globe, and without that constant parental pressure…” Kit sighs. “It was only right before he left for the academy that I realized I'd fallen in love with him somewhere along the way. I…never did learn if he felt the same way.”

“You can't be serious,” she'd said. Caleb sighs, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I am. Sorry, Kitty-cat. I'll be staying at Grandma's until I leave for the academy. Her health’s declining, and Kiri has finals. Someone's got to watch over her.”

“But you don't want me there,” Kit says. She watches the line of his shoulders tense, his hand flexing against the leather handle.

Caleb doesn't look back. “No. I don't. I'll make up some excuse, tell her you're off doing important things.”

“Why?” She goes to move closer, wincing as her stitches pull. Her last job ended poorly, and she'd suffered quite the punishment as a result.

Thankfully, Caleb doesn't see her pain.

He sighs. “Because…she thinks that we're happy. It's her wish, you know. That you and I end up together.”

That hurts more than the cut on her side. “But you don't want us together. Is that it? Are you…” she hesitates, and pushes through. “Are you happy, Cay? With us?”

He reaches out for the door handle. “We'll talk about it when I get back.”

This time, she lunges forward, grabbing the back of his jacket. “When? When you get back from the Academy? Caleb!”

Finally, that gets a reaction out of him. He yanks away, and it sends her to the floor. Kit gasps sharply, black spots dancing across her vision.

Instantly, he whirls, crouching. Caleb’s expression is full of concern, torn between staying and going. “Shit, are you alright? I didn't mean- Camilla, I'm-” He reaches out, and she flinches. It's instinctual.

It's the first time she's ever seen him heartbroken.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I'll leave.” Caleb rises to his feet.

“Caleb, wait-!” She reaches out, but the door’s already clicked shut behind him, and she hears his footsteps pounding down the outside stairs out of their apartment.

For a long time, she sits there. Her question rings over and over again in her head.

'“Are you happy, Caleb?”'

As the sun sets, the last beams of sunlight struggling through the blinds into the living room, Kit makes up her mind.

By the time night comes, all that remains in the apartment are memories left behind and a letter on his pillow, weighed down by a watch she'd intended to gift him for their anniversary, three days away.

Sylus's hands settle over hers on the mug, drawing her out of memories. “We all have regrets,” he says gently. “What's important is that you live on despite them.”

Kit frowns at that. “How cruel to say that to someone who's grieving.”

He squeezes her hands. “I'd rather be cruel than watch you waste away.” Sylus's tone is firm and reprimanding. “I know it hurts. Believe me, I know. But you have to eat. You have to drink. You have to take care of yourself, ki- sweetie. There are living people who care about you.” Sylus cups her face, making her look up at him. Their eyes meet.

Not for the first time, she feels her heart stutter at the intensity of his gaze, and a sharp pang of guilt accompanies it.

“If you can't find a reason to live without him,” he says, an odd bitterness to his voice, “then live because I forced you to. Make me the bad guy. Scream and fight against me, and hate me for it, as long as it gets you to keep going.”

“I could never hate you,” Kit whispers. Her lips tremble as she tries to hold back her tears. His expression is too open, too raw, as if he's showing her something she's not ready to see. She closes her eyes against it, pressing her face into his palms once more. “I just feel so guilty. Like the story of me and him has finished but someone ripped out pages, so I only got to read the very end.”

“Then write a new one with us,” Sylus replies. “That story’s ended, but it doesn't mean you have to. Don't let grief rot you. If he was anything good for you, he wouldn't have wanted that. And neither do I.”

“And neither do we!” The sound of the twins’ voices startles them both, and Kit looks over her shoulder over the edge of the loft. Luke and Kieran stand below, holding a tray of food. Steam rises up, and the accompanying smell makes her stomach growl loudly.

She blushes.

Sylus sighs exasperatedly. “This was supposed to be a private conversation,” he drawls.

“You were taking too long,” Luke throws back at him. “The food was going to get cold.” Kieran nods in agreement.

Kit and Sylus exchange glances, and he squeezes her cheeks until she squawks offendedly, batting his hands away. His eyes are warm, like melted cherry candy. “Come on, sweetie,” he says softly. “Let's eat.”

Kit looks at them all. Her Mischief and Mayhem, down below.

Sylus, her boss, who seems to always cut through her armor to reveal her tender heart.

She sighs in defeat.

“Alright. Let's eat.”

[diamontrash]

Slowly attempting to make comics of my obsessions. Currently it’s Love and Deepspace!

If you want to see any question answered by any of the LADS characters in comic form, let me know! I will do my best, but they might end up a bit OOC.

Reference photos/pictures used in comic: https://pin.it/4U8mNE4ZH, https://pin.it/6tKcHwN2c, https://pin.it/1Mpi8UUgO, https://pin.it/4I9Z1417T, https://pin.it/P1cQWfykk

[jayhyunglover]

Currently writing the part 2 and those military terms are making my brain short circuit. HELP 😭😭

Heartless

Pairing: Caleb x non MC reader

Content: jealousy , friends with benefits (kinda) , pwp , inappropriate use of evol powers , metal arm kink (miam😋) , oral (he's a tease) , unprotected sex (p in v) , doggy . (Might be OOC since I wrote this before his release)

Synopsis: jealousy is an awful feeling and it doesn't look good on you Lieutenant .

A/N: Caleb nations won, blame the edits because BOOMSHAKALA that man is fine.

Now playing: Heartless by the weeknd

Heartless, that's you were or maybe that's what you were trying so hard to be. 

People has always feared you , whether it was because of your appearance or your reputation. After all you weren't known as the merciless lieutenant of Farspace fleet for nothing. 

You were a heartless , emotionless and  cruel monster and you took great pride in that. 

Then why did you felt every vein in your body boils with barely contained rage as you watched Caleb interrogated that girl? 

Yeah , that girl that probably put you in this situation in the first place. 

How you met Caleb was rather unexpected.  A young man full of hatred and desire to protect his loved one. It made your heart felt something you haven't felt for a long time, admiration. You admired him for his resilience,  how he climbed the rank until he was powerful enough to protect his love .

 A love that you envied. 

Thought you and Caleb's relationship relied purely on lust . You helped him with his plan while he offered you free therapy. By free therapy you mean dick and you'd be lying if you said him rearranging your guts didn't help with you nightmares. 

But now they caused a troublesome issue you didn't want to deal with. 

Jealousy. 

You gritted your teeth at the sight of him reassuring the poor girl through the one sided mirror. 

Pathetic you thought before looking away from this lovesick view that had the bile rising up your throat 

“Lieutenant we'll need your help with-” 

“Handle it yourself” you cut off the poor rookie , your voice as sharp as dagger before storming off the room. 

“What's wrong with her?” The young man asked in disbelief before turning toward his colleague who just  shrugged , as clueless as him. 

You weren't a jealous person, far from that. You already knew what you got yourself into. You knew that Caleb's heart belonged to someone else already.  Your relationship (if you could only call it) was purely professional (and sexual) but it didn't change anything . You had no right over him , he wasn't yours , you weren't his . So why despite telling yourself that , everytime the image of him gently cradling her cheek flashed through your mind it made your jaw clench? 

You let out a heavy sigh before leaning back against your chair , your  thoughts growing more tangled by the seconds. 

She looked ordinary though.  Why would he sacrifice everything for someone with such basic hair? You scoffed internally,  mentally scolding yourself for thinking about her in the first place . 

You shook off those thoughts and decided to focus on this stack of papers in your desk instead of Caleb's pipqsqueak 

Pipsqueak , such a lame nickname. 

“Someone seems to be in a fool mood today” you heard his light voice spoke and you mentally cursed yourself at how your heartrate sped up at the sound. 

You looked up from your papers to see him leaning against your doorframe with a small and  almost charming smirk on his face 

“Finally done with coddling your pipsqueak?” You asked in a nonchalant tone thought the underlying hint of irritation in your tone didn't escape him making his smirk widen

“Is that jealousy I hear , lieutenant?” He chuckled before making his way towards you and you despised , hated the way he could see right through 

“Tch, why would I be jealous of this weak thing?” You scoffed but the disapproval look he gave you made you almost want to take it back 

Almost 

“She's not weak” he retorted his voice dropping to something dangerously low 

“Whatever you say Colonel Caleb” you waved a dismissive hand at him before shifting your focus back on those damn documents 

“did you come all the way here just to discuss about your pipsqueak?” You couldn't help but ask 

“You're the one who brought her up in the first place” he shrugged nonchalantly unfazed by your snarky remarks 

Touché , you closed the files you were starting reading before looking up at him

He had such beautiful eyes , the golden flicker in them reminded so much of what he was in your life . A light that won't stuck around for long. 

“Then why are you here?” You asked in murmur,  your gaze trying its best to not shift toward his lips. Those lips that have explored your body so many times you've lost count. 

“I wanted to check on you” his eyes softened as he uttered those words and you felt for a fraction they might be genuine but no . This was Caleb , not some lover boyfriend of yours . 

“Can't you see I am fine” you snapped,  tone harsher than you intended but it was better that way. 

A flicker of hurt passed through his purple colored eyes but it disappeared as soon you saw it , leaving the cold and heartless colonel you knew. 

Heartless,  that's what you both were. 

“Glad to know that , Lieutenant” he bowed at you before stepping out of your office leaving you alone  with your regrets and confused feelings 

               …*...*...*...*...*...

“No more” you cried out , eyes burning under the harsh light . The knot in your throat growing tighter “please” you begged but they didn't listen , they never did and never will. 

“Please” your vision was blurry with tears , the pain too overwhelming to bear. 

What did you even do wrong? Why were they doing this to you? 

The electric shockwaves crashed over your body , sending flicker of pain everywhere until it numbed every fiber of your being. 

“Please make it  stop” you shouted but nobody made it stop. No matter how loud you screamed , how much you begged , they never did. 

You let out a loud gasp as you jolted from sleep. Your chest heaving up and down from the intensity of your nightmare. 

It's been like this ever since you went under this experiment at 11 . Every night those buried memories would come back to haunt you at night. 

 they stopped when you started sleeping with Caleb but this didn't really occured those past few nights with  how busy you both were .

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed before getting out of it to grab a jacket and your car key to head towards your salvation,  the bane of your existence. 

...*...*...*...*...*...*...

Caleb's eyes widened in surprise  when he opened the door , expecting to find  anyone else behind this door expect you. 

“Lieutenant what are you-” 

You shut him up with a bruising  kiss , lips pressing fervently against his to forget about your torments 

It was like this everytime you had those nightmares , everytime your past would come  back to haunt you , you'd crawl back to him,  clinging onto his presence like a light while he was nothing but darkness himself. 

Caleb, a bit caught off guard at first  quickly melted into your kiss , his large hand cupping your face to kiss you back with the same ravenous intensity. 

Your hands looped around his neck as you lost yourself in his embrace.

Just this once. You told yourself knowing damn well,  you'll come back for more. 

Caleb's lips parted from you to catch his breath his chest heaving up and down from the lack of oxygen .

 The drunken whimper that left your mouth when he pulled away made his cock jump . The needy look in your eyes making it hard for him to hold back 

“Why would you stop?” You whined , straining your neck to try to kiss him again but he denied you , his lips moving to your ear to whisper hotly.

“So you're no longer in a fool mood” he chuckled before nipping softly at your earlobe, pulling out a small moan from your lips 

“Just shut up and kiss me” you scowled at him making his grin widen 

“always so bossy” he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss , lips moving sensually against yours as your tongue danced together. 

Your hands found his hair to tug at the soft strands , the pain making him hiss out through you kiss. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist when you felt him pick you up to head towards his bedroom,  body growing more heated and impatient as the minutes ticked by.

Once you were there , he laid you down on the bed before climbing on top of you , his body covering yours like a warm blanket. 

Your hands fumbled with his shirt , waiting to get it off him as soon as possible 

“So eager , Lieutenant” he chuckled with that infuriating smirk that made you wanna smack and kiss him senseless at the same time . 

You discarded his shirt somewhere in the room before your hands traced the smooth planes of his body . They slid between the valley of his pecks where you could feel his thumping heart.  An heart that didn't belong to you and never would  

“What got you so worked up hm?” He asked , taking your hand that was resting on his chest to nip at your finger. The action pulled a small breathy whimper from you that made his lips turn up into a grin

You didn't answer his question,  instead you slipped your hand inside his shorts to palm at his bulge . You face leaning closer to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck. 

The truth was that you missed him but you will never admit that out loud. There was no point to do so . After all he didn't care if you missed him or not. 

Your hand found his cock you stroked skillfully until small groans of your name were leaving his parted lips 

“I think” you nipped softly at the bare skin of his shoulder. “I like it better when you shut up” 

You flashed him a smug grin , clearly loving how you had him writhing because of your touch. 

The glare he shot you made your stomach turn into knots , your cunt throbbing his name in Morse code. 

But before you could even recover , he pinned your wrists above your head with his mechanical arm.  His lips now tracing a scorching path down your neck with his feverish kisses 

“And I think I like it better when you're screaming my name” 

His words had no right to have you moaning out loud , no matter how hot they sounded, whispered against your heated skin 

“See” his eyes flicked up to look at your flushed face and dazed eyes through his thick lashes “such pretty sounds you make Lieutenant” the teasing lilt in his voice made you wanna kick him to the curb but the way his hands touched you had your hips bucking up against his instead 

“F-fuck, don't” you threw your head back in a whine , eyes fluttering closed at the way he nipped at your breast through your shirt 

"Don't what?" He breathed out against your clothed skin , tongue rolling defiantly around your nipple

“Don't ‘lieutenant’ me not when you're like this” you shook your head side to side in protest 

You always loved to hear people using your title , knowing how hard you worked to earn it but not with him. Never. 

“But I like to do so” he retorted with that same teasing edge that made your panties even wetter  “lieutenant” 

“Oh shit” you panted when you felt him bunch up the material of your shirt to get free aces to your chest 

“You're so mean” you managed to voice out between gasps and moans “are you going to be like this with her too?”  You asked , looking down to see how his whole body went still at your words 

Caleb knew damn well who you were talking about and the mere mention of her name made his jaw clench. the guilt that haunted him even since he made that deal flaring up higher.

“Don't” he warned , every ounce of teasing in his voice vanishing leaving the Caleb you knew and liked , 

“oh did I hit a nerve , Colonel?” You fluttered your lashes innocently at him but the wolfish grin painting your lips was anything but innocent and Caleb knew it 

“trust me you don't want to go there lieutenant” he murmured against your skin lips still peppering light kisses on your stomach 

And despite how lightheaded his kisses made you felt you didn't back down 

“What ? afraid I'll find something you might not like” you persisted in your endless teasing but Caleb could only take so much more. 

“Afraid?” He rasped out before sitting up to look down at you. Thought his tone was still light and teasing  the dangerous gleam in his eyes made you shiver “hardly but I guarantee you will once I am done with you.” 

What- 

You didn't even have the time to ponder his words before you felt him manhandle you with his evol until you were laying flat on your stomach with your ass in the air . 

“You're such a sight to behold , my pretty Lieutenant” he whispered,  his voice thick with need 

And You felt pathetic for moaning like a needy whore underneath him at his praise. 

He wasn't yours and you weren't his for fuck's sake 

But your cunt didn't seem to understand it that way. 

“So much prettier when you're not being a smartass” he punctured his words with a sharp bite at the top of your thigh that has your head dropping in the pillow in response. 

“Caleb” the world was nothing short than a sinful plea , one that went straight to his dick. 

He continued to pepper kisses all over your thighs, not bothering to even take off your shorts or panties while you were growing restless . 

You pushed your ass against his face , hoping he would get the memo and finally give you what you need but the bastard pulled your shorts to the side to lick at the wet patch of your underwear. 

The moan that left you was downward pornographic but you couldn't bring yourself to be ashamed . Not when his tongue was rolling around your clit with such defiant ease 

“Oh fuck Caleb” you moaned , your hands fisting the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white 

“Language Lieutenant” he chided playfully , his lips parting from your translucent underwear in a wet squelch before diving right  back in. 

His mouth sent hot white waves of pleasure crashing over you. It was overwhelming but still not enough 

“Please” you begged,  pushing your hips against his face to feel him closer , deeper. 

“Hmm?” He hummed inside your cunt , the vibrations making you throb harder.  

“Fuck me” you looked over your shoulder to find his eyes , the smoldering heat in them making your knees buck. “Please” 

You knew you sounded pathetic begging for him like that but you didn't care. This was Caleb , you didn't have to hold your facade up in front of him, you could bratty , pathetic as much as you wanted. 

Maybe that's why you always came back to him because in your fucked up and psychotic mind you considered him as your home. A safe place that didn't exist because at the end of the night , you weren't the one his heart and soul longed for. 

You got wrenched out of your thoughts by the cold bite of the metal against your skin as he pulled you up by wrapping his mechanical arm around your neck . Your back now flush against his chest 

“Your wish is my command Lieutenant” he whispered hotly against your ear before finally finally freeing you from your shirt. 

The contrast between his warm flesh hand and cold metal one against your skin made another fresh wave of arousal coating your already drenched panties 

“You're so sensitive” his voice was a low teasing whisper in your ear as his fingers circled you pebbled nipples 

“Caleb” you huffed , your patience growing thinner and thinner with how long he was taking to fuck you. 

You needed him to pound you deep in the mattress not toy with your already frayed nerves 

“Patience” he chuckled , his hands  giving your nipples one last flick before travelling down down until they met the waistband of your shorts 

You lifted your hips to help him take them off but he pinned you back down against his lap earning a confused look from you . 

“I like those on you” he just said before slipping his metal  hand inside your shorts to toy with your already sensitive cunt. 

“It looks better than your old uniform” he added as he continued his abuse on your clit the cold metal making your hips buck against him . And if you were in better state of mind you'd probably smack him for roasting your uniform so blatantly  but you couldn't even form a coherent sentence. 

When Caleb felt like he teased well enough for tonight,  he finally took mercy on you and took off those damn shorts along with your panties . And by take off you mean absolutely ripping them to shred off your form. 

“You're so wet already” he groaned while sandwiching his cock between your puffy lips. The friction making him throw his head back and moan. 

“Whose fault? you looked over your shoulder from where your head was resting against the pillow to glare at him but the sight of his flushed cheeks,  half kidded eyes and messy hiat made your stomach flip uncontrollably 

“Guilty as charged, lieutenant” he grinned sheepishly before burying himself into you in single thrust,  the stretch making you both moan in unison. 

He felt as good as you remembered. 

“F-fuck” he cursed lowly , eyes fluttering closed for a moment to savor the feeling. 

You felt so good , like a sweet temptation he keeps succumbing to. 

At this point the list of his sins keep growing longer and longer but yet he couldn't bring himself to stop , not when you feel this good wrapped around him 

He started a nice and slow pace that quickly turned into something frenzied as he got lost in his thoughts 

This was the last time he convinced himself. The one he belonged to was back in his life, he couldn't keep this up much longer 

But the drunken look you gave him as he literally wrecked your shit made all of his resolve falter. 

No focus this wasnt the plan . But fuck were you going to be the death of him 

His pace  increased , trying to distract you and himself from those pestering thoughts. 

His lips found the crook of your neck , his tongue licking a strip of your neck as he continued to pound into you his broad form covering you completely as he fucked you prone bone. 

The last time you both promised. 

This madness needed to end . 

He continued his frenzied cadence , your sinful moans sounding like music to his ear. His metal hand snaked down to give your clit 3 mean pinches that has you cumming so hard and fast it makes your vision tip white for a several seconds.  Your body slumping against the mattress as he continued to rock into you , chasing his own high as he supported your weight with one arm wrapped around your waist. 

Caleb emptied himself inside you with a delicious broken whimper you almost missed with the way you were still floating on a cloud nine. 

His chest was still flush against your back , his sweat slicked skin feeling warm against yours as his hips went completely still. His breathing low and ragged. And despite having reach your high like 20 seconds ago you were already aching for him 

Since this was the last time better make the most of it no ? 

You and Caleb laid intertwined in the bed as you caught your breath after your intense fuck session.  Your hair was sticking on your face while his was madly dishelved from your grip. His head resting in the crook of your neck 

You didn't know what time it was or how long you both been going at it but you knew you needed to leave now . After all he'd have to go find his pipsqueak even as if one stubborn,  irrational part of you wanted him  to stay here with you instead 

This is absurd . You sighed internally as you tried to wriggle out of his grip but he tightened his hold around you 

“Where are you going?” He asked in an hoarse voice , his hair tickling your skin.

“Some us have  work to do you know?” You rolled your eyes at him in a way that was supposed to appear annoyed but the small smirk on your lips made it really unconvincing 

“You must ?” He asked,  raising his head from the crook of your neck to look at you with those beautiful purple eyes of his 

“I do” you murmured quietly thought you felt a small twinge in your heart  at his slightly pouty expression 

No focus . He wasn't yours . This didn't mean anything. 

“and beside” you added voice lighter than before “you have your pipsqueak to take care of” 

He let out a groan at your words,  his hand letting go of you as you slid out of his bed to get dressed 

“Don't call her that” he glared at you thought it lacked conviction 

“You'd have to make me , Colonel Caleb” you winked at him , your defiant tone making his mind run lap and his cock to stiffen slightly 

You minx 

After getting dressed in one of his shirt and shorts (since he ripped yours) you headed for the door to leave. 

It was like this everytime , you'd came to find , have the most mind blowing sex of your life then leave.  It was like this , no string attached,  no feelings,  no nothing ,Just fuck buddies/cooperators. 

Caleb watched as you left in silence not trusting himself to say anything as you made your way out and closed the door behind you. 

As soon as you left he plopped himself back on the bed before running a hand through his hair 

Just what the heck did he get himself into ….

To be continued (I am kidding there won't probably be any part 2 unless ) 

[skyhavens]

their possessive eyes, though. 🖤

[skyhavens]

i am deeply unwell about them and will never not be deeply unwell about them they inhabit every square inch of my brain and i cannot find it within myself to apologize.