#love and deep space caleb x reader

[lilisette]

An Astute Observation | Caleb/Reader

About: A short what if scenario wherein you noticed Caleb didn't get any snacks at all. Who could've thought you catching eye of that would change the outcome of the story?

Pairing: Caleb/Reader

“We’ve been outside for too long. Gran’s going to be worried.”

“You’re doing it again. Go inside by yourself. I’m not your sidekick.” You huffed at Caleb, watching him approach the front door of Grandma’s home. But instead of following him, you paused. “Wait. Did you even get the snacks I asked for?”

“I thought you said you’re grown up now? Get it yourself.”

You pouted. The gall of this man you have as a childhood friend. You were about to retort, the words forming on your tongue like old times, until realization hit you.

“So you were following me this whole time!” You accused him, and he had the guts to look unfazed, merely blinking at your words. You’ve expected him to trail after you, as he has always been protective of you since childhood. But somehow it… hurt, like he didn’t trust that you would be fine on your own.  

Not wanting him to pick up on the conflicting feelings within you, just as he always did with one glance at you, you turned away to hide your face from him, and began to make your trip to the store.

“Hmfph fine! I’ll go get them myself, I don’t need you to help me anyway.”

And just as expected, Caleb grabbed your wrist before you could take another step.

“...Are you really going to walk around with a wound like that? You’re going to hurt yourself like that.”

“Didn’t you say I was a grown up? I can take care of myself–”

The odd tension that hung in the air this entire time suddenly snapped, and instinctively you yanked Caleb backward, shielding him from–

-

“Hey! Hey pipsqueak! Help is on the way, don’t fall asleep–” “Dammit– Focus on me–”

-

“She will wake up soon, go and get some rest first.”

“Thank you Zayne.”

Caleb sighed the moment Zayne, or Dr. Zayne now, stepped out of the room. It’s been hours since the blast and while he and you were fortunate enough to have survived the disaster, Grandma… wasn’t. 

He pulled a chair to the side of your bed and sat, observing your sleeping face as he grasped your hand tightly, as if scared you would be out of reach if he were to let go. 

You shielded him from the blast with your own body, thus protecting him from the shockwave and debris that flew out. He remembered cradling you afterwards, trying to keep you conscious to no avail. The emergency response team tried to convince him to get himself checked for injuries while they treated you but he refused, citing that he was fine and he never let you out of his sight until Zayne appeared.

He was forced to get himself looked over after Zayne took her into the emergency ward. And during the medical examination, a question came to the forefront of his mind and stayed there. 

If he had went in as planned, would the little argument he and you had beforehand be the last conversation before he…

And if he did go in… That meant you would be alone. Alone against this world that he was desperately trying to shield you from.

He lowered his head at that thought, bringing your hand to his lips and murmured. 

“You still have me… I will protect you to my dying breath, I swear to it.”

[nath-sanvit]

"The most potent magic potion doesn't need to be consumed to work" - Rafayel, Fragrant Dream.

[lilisettean]

Between Silken Sheets | Headcanons

About: How are they like when they are underneath the bed sheets with you? Random assortment of steamy headcanons.

Pairings: Xavier/Reader, Zayne/Reader, Rafayel/Reader + Bonus! Caleb/Reader

Warnings: First times, Inappropriate use of Evol (Xavier, Zayne, Caleb), No protection (Caleb), please tell me if I'm missing anything! 18+ Only please. Enjoy :)

Xavier

Timid at first, his fingers tracing your form as though convincing himself that this, that you are right before him naked, was a dream.

He isn't very experienced, if at all. But he is eager to learn all you're willing to teach him, and is a fast learner. He memorizes all your sweet spots instantly, and is quite the explorer, wanting to find more of them.

Skilled hands with thick long fingers, deft at prodding your soft spot. Combined with his observant nature, he immediately would pick up on the slight change of your pitch as you moan, mentally filing that spot he just hit into places that would drive you crazy.

His usual aloof expression is nowhere to be found, replaced with the intense focus that he reserves for missions. But instead of Wanderers being his prey, you are.

Being a hunter that is always on the move, he is always in tip top shape. His stamina is nothing to scoff about, being able to go round after round late into the night as long as you are willing.

With experience, he grows bolder and would initiate more often. His hands wandering wherever he could reach when you cuddle with him on the sofa.

He would also be more teasing, turning you into a whimpering mess before pulling away to admire his handiwork.

While not said... Imagine if his light Evol felt like it's vibrating with energy. Him creating a tiny ball of light Evol and having it stuck onto your clit before pulling away, stroking his stiff cock while watching you squirm and plead underneath him.

"You're not the only one who knows how to tease, you know." "This is payback for earlier. If you want me to continue.... Beg me."

Zayne

He had seen and touched your naked form more times than you can count. He is your primary healthcare physician after all. He had kept all those times professional as expected. So when you are in front of him, naked under an entirely different context... He froze.

It wasn't from fear, but rather from enthrallment. It was only then he realized how attracted he is to you, his eyes unable to focus on anything else but you.

Being a doctor at one of the busiest, if not the busiest, hospitals, he never had time for intimacy, much less relationships. No one had caught his eye anyway, until you came back into his life. So while inexperienced, he isn't ignorant. He knows where to touch you to make you crumble and into an incoherent mess.

He handles you like you were spun from glass at first, but with time, his touch grows rougher, leaving indents and marks on your skin as he fucks you, his pace relentless.

His cold facade is gone whenever you two are alone together. And with you underneath him, praises and filthy promises easily spill out of his mouth. Praising you for being so good to him, for taking his cock so well.

He is very cautious about his ice Evol, but imagine. His ice cold fingers thumbing over your nipples while you're blindfolded, and the next second he envelops your pert nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. It takes some time for you to convince him to use his powers this way, but once he starts, oh is he addicted.

"Nnh- You're feel so good around me..." "Relax. Tell me if it's too cold, okay? ...Good girl."

Rafayel

Being a painter, Rafayel had have many models pose naked for him before. He should have more control when it comes to you being naked for him, right? Wrong.

You offered to pose for him naked but he always denies, because he knows he wouldn't be able to focus at all. He would end up studying your body more, on what he would like to do to you, instead of what themes he want to bring out of this piece.

It's one thing to study you from afar, but it's another to have you on his lap. His face is red as it could be, his eyes on anywhere, anything, but on you. You would have to take the lead at first, his breath hitching and his heart jumping out of his throat the moment you grabbed his hands and placed them on your body.

Rafayel was not new to sex, he had plenty of offers before. But he refused them all. As curious as he was to whether sex will inspire him to create art, the act was too intimate for him to indulge. But you are different.

Your touches lit a fire under his skin, his inspiration rearing to go with every kiss. And suddenly he understood why many artists cite their lover as their muse.

As he got more comfortable with touching you, his desire to pin you to the wall like a painting grows. To immortalize your every expression and arch of your back into art.

He would treat your body as a canvas, leaving kisses and bite marks all over your skin as he buries himself deep within you, and admire his work afterwards.

Sometimes he likes it when he is in control, but other times, when things get too stressful, he prefers when you take charge. Just like you sometimes begging him to stop staring and just fuck you already, he would also sometimes plead to you to let him fuck you as he thrusted against your heat.

"Please- Mmh- Please let me fuck you-" "I want you now... Please have mercy on me..."

Caleb

Caleb had forgotten when he had started to see you as someone more than a friend. He was pretty sure it had been during high school, and when you had no outward sign of liking him back, he resigned himself to a fate of unrequited love.

His expectations were subverted however, and he thanked whatever God was out there for hearing his prayers.

His touch was gentle, reverent. As though still in disbelief that you returned his feelings and would let him touch you in ways that would drive both of you mad with want.

He would leave kisses all over your body, worshiping you and praising you all the way as he made his way down to your heat. Your moans were music to his ears, and he couldn't help but undo his belt buckle and stroke himself as his tongue lapped up all the juices flowing out of you.

He had dreamt about you more times than he could count, his cock always stiff and yearning for you the next morning. So when this fantasy of his finally came true and you were underneath him, squirming and clenching around him, he lost it.

It was embarrassing that he came inside you so quickly, but can you blame him? He had wanted you for so, so long. And now that he finally has you, he just can't help it.

You don't have to worry though. Despite having came moments prior, his cock was still hard and twitching, ready to pick up where he had left off.

You never really knew what his Evol was exactly, all you knew was that he could levitate things. He had used this against you many times, but now... Well. Sometimes he would use it to lift your skirt up. And sometimes... He would lift you up into the air and hold you there, rendering you unable to move and fight back against his teasing fingers.

"Looks like you can't move now, yeah?" "You know I won't let you down... Not until you come on my fingers first."

[leafzu]

Caleb boyfriend hcs. Short! Reader

I can see the talkative x shy trope with Caleb, him obviously being the talkative one in the relationship while his s/o is a sweet shy girl.

Likes to tease A LOT. And not just in a suggestive way, in every way possible. You want a hug? Mm you have to say it out loud and clear, (even though deep down he knows what you want.)

You can't hide anything from him, he reads you like an open book

Flusters you 24/7. Random headpats, sudden kiss on the cheek and then pretending like nothing happened.

Stares at you while you ramble to him about things that happened throughout your day. Loves when he sees you light up while talking about your favorite show, game, book or anything. He tries to listen, he really does but you are such a distraction.

"Gosh you're cute." He mumbles to himself. "Hm? Did you say something?" You look at him. He puts a strand of hair behind your ear, slowly leans in and lightly kisses your cheek.

If you're short, get ready to be bullied by this man because he will hold things high above your head and tease the life out of you.

You once couldn't get the jam jar because it was on the top shelf. Caleb saw this and came to your way. You thought it was to help you, how naive. Man's picked up the jar and put it on the shelf above it and walked away. You were flabbergasted.

Of course seeing your slightly pouting face, he apologizes and gets you the jar. Gives you kisses on the cheek as extra apology.

Greenest flag ever. Strictly follows the sidewalk rule. Even if you unintentionally happen to be close to the streets, he would exchange places while talking. You wouldn't even notice sometimes.

Gives the best care during periods. If you're on your period, he will bring you to his place, you can't say no to him no matter what. “I can't leave you alone when you're on your period like this. Stay with me for the week, I promise I'll take good care of you."

Has everything ready for you. Pads, pain meds, comfort food. Name anything and he will bring it to you without hesitation.

Will cuddle from behind and rub your abdomen as to soothe the pain.

And if you cry from pain, he will hold you and wipe your tears away. He hates seeing you cry and hates that he can't do more than give you your meds.

Will cook for you all the time. He secretly has a cooking plan made just for you. He loves cooking for you, especially when you compliment his cooking skills and praise him. Hides his face so that you don't see the slight blush on his face.

Baking together? He's all in for it. He lets you take the lead while baking since he knows how much you love it. Will be playful and smudge flour on your face for fun and then laugh.

Is great at comfort and encouraging words. He believes in you more than you believe in yourself sometimes.

100% gamer bf.

Owns a PS5 and also a PC. I can see Caleb playing games like Final Fantasy and Resident Evil.

If you're into cozy games he will definitely check those out too. You wanna play animal crossing together with him? Done. Y'all gonna keep playing and won't even notice the time. He secretly loves playing cozy games. He didn't even himself know until he met you. Never makes fun of you for you taste in game. Games are for fun and comfort. No one should be shamed for that.

You wanna play on his PS5? Uh-uh not so easily. This cheeky guy would let you play on one condition. He sits with his legs crossed and pats on his lap. If you deny, you can say goodbye to the PS5. But, if you obey and sit on his lap, he will literally give you his PS5. You can take it. All yours. He just wants you.

Given your height and size, it's easy and comfy for you to sit on his lap and get hugged while playing. He watches you, placing a kiss on your head every now and then.

Overall, Caleb is a 10/10 boyfriend. He loves you a lot and will always support you no matter what.

[midnightanxietytm]

Possessive Caleb Headcanons

A/N: Reblogged a post a few hours ago asking where were the Yandere/possessive stuff for LaD so I'm here to deliver, starting with Caleb!

⇒ Possessiveness, Obsessed Caleb, mentions of fighting, yandere stuff, jealousy and all that good stuff (that is actually a massive red flag irl but we're here to indulge so have fun and be responsible.) Not NSFW but a little suggestive.

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He’s been overprotective ever since you were kids but around High School he became a but more…obsessive

Not that you mind, he’s very careful of your boundaries, but to anyone who crosses you he isn’t forgiving at all.

More than once you’ve seen him pick fights in school because someone looked at you the wrong way.

He doesn’t really want to follow a career where he has to travel, but he really wants to make money so he can come back and build a family with you so he really has no choice!

He thinks about asking Zayne to watch over you, but he gets jealous at the mere thought of it and drops the idea.

He settles for calling you every day while he’s away and insists you text him all day long.

Also, the necklace you gave him? It is his most cherished possession, he loved how you looked so shy while putting it on for him, so flustered, and all for him!

Once he’s back, tough? Glues himself by your side, you won’t go to a corner store without him.

Maybe he watches you sleep too, maybe. But so what if he does? He just misses you!

One day he convinced you to cuddle on the sofa and if he was a little too entertained smelling your hair then that’s no one’s business.

Oh, back to Zayne, once Caleb discovers that he’s your care physician he feels extremely jealous and discourages you from trying to befriend him again. Out of all the other lads Caleb is more jealous towards Zayne (Rafayel is a close second place tho)

He hasn’t asked you to make it official yet, he wants to make it perfect, but he basically acts like your husband already.

Your first kiss was probably with him, he said it was “practice” but he just wanted to kiss you. He probably used the same excuse for other firsts too iykyk.

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Requests are open!

[heartlittledesires]

LADS: AMONG US (gone wrong)

someone needs to save zayne from rafayel.

LADS: SYLUS ACCIDENTALLY SENT A TEXTS TO RAFAYEL.

rafayel needs to be muzzled.

[hellinistical]

fem! reader x rafayel. royal! au. sea horror! au. heavy angst. minor and major character death. slow burn. romance. fluff. explicit smut. trauma. religious themes. gore; hinted torture, cannibalism, decapitation, self-cannibalism. violence wc: 3945 | status: on-going

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III: COLLECTION

"Are you really happy about this?" Y/n whispered, her voice barely cutting through the excited chatter as Caleb exchanged handshakes and congratulations with her father. Caleb turned, his smile softening, but his eyes remained determined.

“Of course I am. This is our chance. You’ll see,” he said, the words hanging in the air with a strange finality. Y/n forced a smile in return, but inside, her stomach twisted. She nodded mechanically, her mind wandering as the celebration buzzed around her. Her mother was already talking about the wedding, Eva was prattling on about flowers, and her father stood tall, a rare look of relief on his face.

But Y/n felt none of it. The ring on her finger was a foreign weight, and every time she glanced down at it, her stomach sucked itself in a little more. Her mother pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts, cupping Y/n's face in her hands and kissing both her cheeks warmly. The sudden affection brought Y/n back to the present, and she blinked, realizing the room was still alive with excitement.

"Look at you, my sweet girl," her mother said, her voice thick with emotion. "I always knew you’d find a good man." Y/n tried to offer a genuine smile, but it felt weak. "Yeah... good man." Her mother’s eyes glistened with pride. “You’ll be married before the week’s end, and soon, we’ll be rid of all this uncertainty.”

Y/n swallowed hard, the words ringing hollow in her ears. The celebration around her felt surreal, as though she were watching it from outside her own body.

“Caleb, my boy, I thank you kindly for taking my daughter,” “It’s nothing to thank me for. I should be the one thanking you.”

“Mama, I need to talk to you,” Y/n said, her voice low but insistent. She gently tugged her mother away from the crowd, leading her inside the house. Caleb’s watchful gaze followed them, a brief flicker of concern crossing his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile as more congratulations poured his way. Once they were inside, Y/n closed the door behind them with a quiet click. The muffled sounds of celebration from outside were drowned by the sudden silence of the room. She let out a deep, tension-filled sigh, running a hand through her still-damp hair.

Her mother turned to face her, a questioning look in her eyes. “What is it, darling?”

Y/n hesitated, chewing on her lip before speaking. “This… this whole thing with Caleb. It’s happening too fast. I don’t—” She struggled to find the right words, her voice shaking. “I don’t feel right about it.” Her mother’s face softened, but there was a firmness in her eyes. “Sweetheart, I know this is overwhelming, but you’re doing what’s best for the family. Caleb is a good man—”

“I know,” Y/n interrupted, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “But it’s not about him being a good man. He... he’s talking about the farm like it’s some kind of business deal. Like I’m part of the exchange. It doesn’t feel right, Mama.” Her mother sighed, rubbing her temples as if trying to gather her thoughts. “Marriage is always a balance, Y/n. It’s never just about love—it’s about securing a future, and stability. And Caleb can offer you that.”

It’s quiet momentarily, and all Y/n can do is stare. “Are you serious-” Mrs. L/n clapped her hands, a bright smile on her face. “Well, enough of that, dear. How about some roast? We’ll need to get some meat on your bones for the wedding!” Y/n blinked, taken aback by the sudden change. Her mother bustled past her, heading towards the kitchen.

Standing in the doorway, she watched as her mother hunched over with the oven mitts, pulling out the roast that was staying warm. “Mama, what? We didn’t eat all that too long ago. Why would I want roast now?”

As she got up, she busied herself with the pots and pans, her movements quick and deliberate. "You can always eat more. Besides, we have company, and it’s a special occasion."

"Special occasion?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, her voice heavy with disbelief. "I just agreed to marry Caleb for the sake of—" She stopped herself, not even sure how to describe the situation. "And you're talking about roast?"

Her mother sliced through the roast with a quick, practiced motion, cutting a decent-sized portion and slapping it unceremoniously onto a plate. “Yep,” she said without missing a beat. “I’m talking about roast.” The smell of the cooked meat wafted into the room, rich and savory, filling the awkward silence that followed.

Y/n stared at the plate, her frustration building, but all she could muster was a sigh. “I don’t think eating roast is going to fix this, Mama.” Her mother didn’t respond immediately; instead, she pushed the plate toward her with a firm hand. Y/n grabbed the fork, stabbing it into the roast and tearing off a piece. The meat was tender, practically falling apart as she lifted it to her mouth. She chewed slowly, the rich, savory flavor doing little to soothe the knot of tension twisting in her stomach.

Just as Y/n took another bite, they heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching, the rhythmic clipping getting louder by the second. The energy in the room shifted. Her mother stopped moving entirely, her hands gripping the edge of the table. The tension was palpable. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and her father, siblings, and Caleb rushed inside. Her father’s expression was tight, the worry lines on his face deepening. Eva looked pale, and even Caleb, who had been all smiles earlier, now seemed uneasy.

"They're here," her father said, breathless, glancing at Y/n and then back at her mother. "The carriages. It’s time." Y/n’s heart pounded as she stared at her family in disbelief. "What do you mean, 'they're here'?" she asked, her voice rising in panic. "I thought we had till midnight!" Her eyes darted to Caleb, searching for an explanation. He quickly put his hands up in defense. "That’s what they told me! I swear!" he said, his voice edged with confusion. "I thought we had more time too."

Her mother stepped forward, her face unusually calm. "They change the schedule sometimes, child. There’s nothing we can do about it now. We need to get you ready."

"But—" Y/n started, her mind racing as she processed the sudden shift. "No 'buts'," her father interrupted. "You have to go, Y/n. If you don't show up, they'll come for you." His voice was serious, a stark contrast to the warmth from earlier. Lucy started to cry, reaching for Y/n. Her mother scooped her up, trying to soothe her.

Y/n felt her own panic rising, but before she could respond, Caleb's grip tightened around her arm as he guided her up the stairs. His steps were quick, and he didn’t look back, his expression hardened with determination.

Eva followed close behind, her worry evident, but as they reached Y/n's bedroom, Caleb quickly shut the door and jammed the vanity chair under the knob. The soft click of the door lock sent a shiver down Y/n’s spine.

"Caleb, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice wavering as she glanced between him and the door. Eva knocked from the other side, her muffled voice calling Y/n’s name Y/n’s heart raced as Caleb’s hands framed her face, but his chuckle sent an icy chill down her spine. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as his expression shifted, a stark contrast to the excitement they had shared moments ago.

“What are you doing?” she repeated, her voice trembling. Caleb’s gaze was piercing, devoid of the warmth she had grown used to. “I really didn’t want to do this,” he said again, almost to himself, as if he was weighing a decision she had no say in. “But it’s too late for second thoughts.” He leaned in closer, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her, but instead, he pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” he continued, his tone cold and calculated. “I’m not wanting to stay in this town. And unfortunately for you, your time is up.” Y/n’s heart raced as she processed his words. “Caleb, what are you talking about?” she breathed, confusion and dread washing over her. The room felt smaller, the air thick with tension.

Caleb’s grip on her face was firm, but there was an unsettling glint in his purple eyes, one that she had never seen before. “I didn’t want to do this, but things have changed. I need you to go to the capital; tell me where the deed is.”

“Protect yourself?” she echoed, disbelief flooding her voice. “What are you saying?”

“I mean you’re a liability now, sweetheart. With you engaged to me, I thought I could keep the potential profits safe, but I never intended to stay here. This was just a way to secure my own future. But now?”

“You dick!”

“Don’t take it personally. This is just business.” He leaned closer, the warmth from earlier now replaced with cold calculation. “I’ll make sure everyone believes I’m still the loyal fiancé, hopelessly in love and heartbroken, while you’re whisked away to whatever fate awaits you. It’s what’s best.”

He kisses her, and if it weren’t for the fact that he moved his hand to her lower back, she would have recoiled. “Here. A gift from me to you.” The words dripped with a mocking sincerity. His eyes danced with a mixture of amusement and something darker, and she found herself recoiling from his touch as reality sank in.

She wipes her mouth, spitting. “You bastard! How dare you!” She raises a hand to strike him, but he easily sidesteps, shrugging, his casual demeanor grating against her frayed nerves. “Caleb, how can you think this is okay?” she exclaimed.

“It’s just the way things are done. The world doesn’t care about feelings, Y/n. It’s about survival.” He paused, his tone shifting. “You should be thanking me; you’ll get to go to the capital, wear pretty dresses, and not smell like animals.” “Oh fuck you!”

Caleb’s expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. “You’re not understanding. I’m doing this to ensure my own future. If that means you’re sacrificed, so be it. It’s nothing personal. Just business.”

“I thought you were my friend!” “And I thought you were a means to an end,” he shot back, the mask of indifference slipping just enough to reveal the truth beneath. “You’re smarter than you let on. You’ll find a way to survive. You always have.”

“You’re a coward,” she whispered, the weight of the word heavy between them.

Caleb smirked, unphased. “Call me what you want. But I’ll be free while you’re left to fend for yourself. Just remember, Y/n, you’re not the only one who can play the game.” With that, he turned and strode towards the door, leaving her breathless and reeling, the world outside now a cacophony of laughter and celebration that felt completely out of sync with the turmoil within her heart.

And that’s when someone knocked on the front door. The loud, authoritative knocks echoed through the house like thunder, cutting through the tense atmosphere that lingered between Y/n and Caleb. Her heart sank as she turned toward the door, dread pooling in her stomach.

Caleb, who had been moments away from leaving, froze in place, his confidence faltering. The muffled voices of her family and the chatter from the gathering outside faded into silence, replaced by the ominous sound of heavy boots shuffling on the wooden floorboards.

“They’re here,” Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible as the reality of the situation began to settle in. The collectors had come, and with them, the fate of her future lay precariously in the balance.

“Don’t panic,” Caleb said, his earlier bravado returning as he straightened his posture. “Just stay calm. We can figure this out.” Before she could respond, her father’s voice boomed from downstairs, a mixture of confusion and fear. “Who is it?”

“Y/n L/n!” came a deep, commanding voice from the other side of the door. “We’re here on royal business. Open up!” Her breath hitched in her throat. The collectors, tasked with selecting girls for the kingdom, had come for her. She felt trapped, her body frozen in place as the reality of her situation crashed down around her like a wave, drowning her in panic.

Caleb stepped closer, urgency in his eyes. “We need to hide you. Now.” “Where?” she asked, desperation creeping into her voice. “There’s nowhere to go. They’ll find me!”

He glanced around the small room, and in that moment of panic, she noticed the vulnerability behind his façade of control. “Under the bed,” he instructed, pointing toward the wooden frame. “Hurry!” Before she could argue, he crouched down, yanking the bedspread up and making space beneath the bed. “Get in! I’ll talk to them.”

“Y/n! Where are you?” her mother called from downstairs, her voice laced with panic. With no time to spare, Y/n dropped to her knees, crawling beneath the bed. Dust tickled her nose, and she held her breath as she squeezed herself into the narrow space, heart racing. Caleb glanced at her one last time before standing, his expression hardened. He opened the door, putting on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he faced the collectors.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he greeted, trying to exude confidence. “What brings you to our humble abode?”

“Is Y/n L/n here?” the lead collector asked, his voice cold and authoritative.

Caleb hesitated, his eyes darting toward the door, wishing he could shield her from the fate that awaited. “She’s… she’s in the washroom. But I can assure you, she’s not ready for your visit.”

“Step aside,” the collector commanded, pushing past Caleb with an air of authority. “We have orders from the crown to collect her.” Caleb opened his mouth, but the collector shot him a sharp glare, silencing him. “It’s not a request.”

Y/n held her breath, feeling the weight of impending doom as the collector moved deeper into the house, calling out her name. She could hear her family’s worried murmurs, the tension thickening the air.

As the collector’s footsteps grew closer, Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, praying they wouldn’t find her. Would they even care? Would they simply take her, leaving her family behind, their tears and fears forgotten?

“Where is she?” the collector’s voice rang out, sharper now, demanding.

Y/n could hear the rustle of her mother’s skirts, and the tremble in her father’s voice as he tried to defend her. But all she could think about was the cold weight of the ring on her finger, a symbol of a promise she hadn’t wanted to make. Caleb again tried to stall. And was promptly met with a punch to the stomach.

Caleb doubled over, gasping as the breath was knocked from his lungs. Pain shot through his midsection, and he struggled to regain his composure. The collector's imposing figure loomed over him, a smirk of satisfaction playing on his lips.

"You're a foolish boy," the collector sneered. "Thinking you can meddle in royal business. We don't have time for your games."

Gritting his teeth, Caleb forced himself to stand tall, defiance flaring in his eyes despite the pain. "I’m not playing games. You can’t just barge in here and take her without explanation!"

The collector stepped closer, towering over him. "We’re not here to discuss, boy. We have orders from the crown to collect Y/n L/n. Now, if you want to avoid further injury, you’ll step aside."

Behind the bed, Y/n’s heart raced. She wished she could hear what was happening, but all she could focus on was the muffled sound of Caleb’s voice and the low rumble of the collector’s threats.

“Do you think you’re protecting her?” the collector continued, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not safe here. Once she’s taken, she’ll be under the protection of the crown, where she belongs.” Caleb's jaw clenched, frustration radiating off him. “She doesn’t belong to anyone but herself! She deserves a choice!” The collector rolled his eyes, dismissing Caleb’s protest with a wave of his hand. “Choices are for the privileged. In case you haven’t noticed, the kingdom is in need of sacrifices. You’re just prolonging the inevitable.”

Caleb’s breath quickened as he took a step forward, determination flaring in his chest. “I won’t let you take her. Not like this.” “Enough!” the collector growled, lunging forward and grabbing Caleb by the collar. “You want to test your strength against the crown? You’ll end up in a cell next to her.” Y/n’s heart sank further as she pressed her back against the wall, desperate to disappear. She could hear the shuffling of feet as the collectors spread out, searching for any sign of her. The tension in the room escalated, and the weight of her fate loomed ever closer.

“Let go of him!” Her father’s voice rose from the hallway, filled with anger and concern. “You have no right to lay a hand on my family!” “Stay back, old man!” the lead collector shouted, his grip tightening around Caleb’s collar. “This is none of your concern.”

Y/n winced, realizing that her father was stepping into dangerous territory. “Papa, please!” she whispered under her breath, but it was drowned out by the chaos unfolding.

Caleb, though momentarily pinned, locked eyes with Y/n, a silent message passing between them. She could see the determination in his gaze, the desperation not just to save her but to stand up against a cruel fate. Suddenly, the collector’s hand released Caleb, who stumbled back, gasping for air. “Enough of this nonsense. We’ll take her ourselves if you won’t cooperate.” Before Y/n could process what was happening, she heard the heavy footsteps of the collectors approaching the bedroom door, each step resonating with authority. Panic surged through her as she realized they were closing in on her hiding spot.

“Don’t you dare,” she thought desperately, wishing she could will herself to be invisible. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, a frantic rhythm echoing the chaos unfolding outside. Caleb stepped forward again, a fierce protectiveness in his stance. “You will not lay a finger on her!”

The lead collector turned, annoyance etched across his face. “You’re playing a dangerous game, boy. This is your last chance—step aside, or face the consequences.” Y/n’s heart raced, a mixture of fear and anger flooding her senses. She wanted to scream, to run, to fight for her freedom, but all she could do was lie there, trapped in the darkness beneath the bed, paralyzed by the weight of the moment.

The lead collector moved closer, a predatory glint in his eyes. “Last chance,” he repeated, his voice cold and unyielding. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Caleb's expression hardened, and he took a deep breath, ready to make his stand. “I won’t let you take her.”

The collectors exchanged glances, and in that instant, Y/n felt the world tilt beneath her, the ground shifting as their confrontation reached a fever pitch. Would Caleb’s bravery be enough to protect her? Or would they both be swept away into the tide of royal orders and cruel destinies?

Y/n, hearing the grunts of pain, rolled her eyes. Caleb really was a fucktard. And though it was stupid, she got out from under the bed; she didn't want her father to get hurt or locked up. She dusted herself off before opening the door for the men. "Apologies gentlemen, I was finishing getting dressed." She added a curtsey.

“Thank you for your patience,” her voice was steady. “I’ll just need a moment to gather my things.”

The collectors exchanged wary glances, clearly assessing her sudden appearance and demeanor. The lead collector cleared his throat again, his expression unyielding. “You will be given thirty minutes. Do not waste our time. We have other duties to attend to.” Y/n nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Of course.” She glanced back at Caleb, whose face was a mixture of surprise and frustration. His lip was busted. Served him right.

‘Rat.’

One of the guards stepped forward, blocking her path. “I will accompany you while you gather your belongings.” “Of course.” she quickly began shoving clothes into her worn leather satchel, her hands trembling with the urgency of the moment. She could hear the guards murmuring amongst themselves in the hallway, their voices low and conspiratorial.

Once finished, she secured the strap of her satchel over her shoulder. The weight of her belongings felt heavier than usual. Whatever. “Time’s up!” the lead guard barked, his tone brooking no argument. “Let’s move!”

Y/n took a deep breath and stepped back into the dimly lit hallway, her eyes scanning the scene before her. Her family was gathered at the entrance, their faces a mixture of concern and resolve. Lucy, still in her mother’s arms, looked up with wide, innocent eyes, unaware of the gravity of the situation. Y/n’s heart clenched at the sight of her youngest sister, and she fought to keep her expression steady.

“Everything will be fine, I promise,” Y/n whispered to Lucy, brushing her fingers against her sister’s cheek. Lucy’s small hand instinctively reached for Y/n’s, and she held on tightly. Y/n kissed her fingers, forcing Lucy to let go.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Her father nodded, eyes glazed. He came over and hugged her, kissing her forehead. Eva glared at the guards as if that would stop them. The lead guard cleared his throat, signaling for Y/n to move. With one last look at her family, she turned away, the pull of her heartstrings nearly unbearable. Caleb stepped forward, a desperate plea in his eyes.

“Y/n—” he started, but the collector interrupted him. “Let’s keep it moving, boy. She’s got places to be.”

Caleb’s expression hardened, but he held his tongue, frustration simmering beneath the surface. As Y/n walked past him, she made sure to knock into him where he was hit. The guards led her out of the small home, the world outside cloaked in an ominous gray. The carriages, adorned with the emblem of the crown, were waiting just outside. The horses stamped their hooves against the cobblestone road, their breath visible in the chilly air. Other women were being ushered out, as well. The sight sent a chill down Y/n’s spine, each carriage representing an unknown fate, a path she had never envisioned for herself.

“Get in,” the collector ordered, gesturing toward one of the carriages. Y/n hesitated, glancing back at her family one last time. Their faces were etched with worry, and she felt a pang of longing. Lucy babbled something akin to a ‘goodbye’. Y/n didn’t look though, not as she climbed into the carriage, the door closing with a resounding thud behind her. The interior was dark and cramped, with only a single window- still blocked with a curtain. She settled into the corner, clutching her satchel tightly. It was an hour before someone else joined her. The neighbor from two houses down- Harlow Bianchi.

But before she could say anything, the carriage lurched forward.

copyright © 2024 Hellinistical all rights reserved. no part of this story may be reposted, edited, or reproduced without the author's permission.

[no1deepspacehater]

Caleb x Reader: Little Rascals

Tags: Fluff, making out, kisses!

AN: i hope all 3 caleb nation members enjoy this <3 we need him back LADS devs please I beg

 Caleb placed the plate of popcorn in your lap before taking a seat next to you on the couch. He made himself comfortable by taking a generous helping of the blanket you two were sharing. The living room was dark, save for only the TV light that was currently playing some old-school movie about a group of kids. 

 “Did I miss anything?” Caleb asked, reaching into your lap for a handful of popcorn. 

 “Alfalfa’s on this sweet date with Darla right now, you didn’t miss much.” You nodded, taking a couple bits of popcorn for yourself. 

 “Youuuu are so beautiful, to meeeeeeee” 

 Caleb starts to crack up at the prepubescent, cracky, singing voice. You shush him, elbowing him, attention fully glued to the move. “Shut up! It’s sweet!” you chided.

 Caleb, holding his hurt ribs and another hand covering his snickers. “He sounds like a squeaky toy!” You threaten to elbow him again, and he quiets down a bit more. 

 “Oh, Alfalfa, you’re a sweetie poo!” Darla exclaims as she kisses him, making his hair stand straight up!

 “Am I a sweetie poo, pipsqueak?” Caleb laughs beside you, making kissy faces at you.

 You put a hand on his face to push him away. “Please, that only works for a smooth kid like Alfalfa, and you are not that.” You teasingly throw back at him. 

 “Hey, but I was a smooth kid!” 

 Giving him a side eye, you laugh. “You were not.” 

 Caleb leans back, a grin sneaking on his face as he leans back. “Looks like you’re getting memory problems, old lady.” He puts his finger on his lips in false thought. “I remember someone always asking me to ‘practice kissing’ with them… I think only a ‘smooth’ kid would have offers like that!”

 Face heating up at the memory, you threw popcorn his way to distract him from your red face. Yes, you had the biggest crush on your childhood friend. Well, ‘had’ would be a lie; you still do.

 When grandma wasn’t watching while the both of you played outside, you’d both slip behind a tree and ‘practice kiss’ like in those movies you’d both sneak to watch at night. Eventually, you both were caught and stopped; you’d thought he’d forgotten. 

 “You were the only other boy I knew.” You defended. 

 “We had Zayne.” 

 “Zayne would’ve said no, very quick and efficiently, might I add.” 

 “But you didn’t try to ask him.” 

 You rolled your eyes at his snide smirk. He was winning, and he knew it. “We were kids, anyway!” You tried to kill the topic. Any more of this, and you’ll explode. 

 Caleb puts an elbow on the edge of the couch, turning to you as he rests his head on his hand. “So, was I a good kisser?” 

 “I! Well…” He could obviously see how flustered you were. “It was too long ago! How do you expect me to remember that?” 

 Caleb’s eyes rake you in from up to down. He moves to take the popcorn bowl off of your lap, putting it on the counter. He settles his gaze on you again, this time letting his arm fall behind you on the couch. “We could do another ‘practice’.” 

 You turn your head to his finally, eyes locking with his. You could see he was dead serious with his proposition. His smile not so smirking, his eyes not holding that level of mischief it usually does when he’s teasing you (which is always). 

 “Let’s see how rusty you are then.” You don’t know how you managed such a line when your poor heart was about to beat out of your chest. 

 With proper consent, Caleb shifts forward. One hand lightly cups the side of your jaw as he leans in and connects his lips with yours. He places his lips between yours, lightly applying pressure repeatedly. His hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, lightly massaging, sending occasional shivers through you. 

 Your hands find one place on his thigh, lightly gripping the strong muscle for your own sanity. The other placed on his chest, feeling the toned muscles underneath his t-shirt. 

 You pull back slightly after a while. Both of your lips hover over each other as you take a breather. 

 “Not bad.” He whispers against you. He moves to the side of your neck, placing light kisses here and there. You let out a slight gasp as he starts to suck on a susceptible spot. 

 “New technique?” You breathe out, and he stops to laugh. 

 He’s back on your lips now, using his hand to gently open your jaw and slide his own tongue in. The air is filled with light moans and small smacking sounds as you both tongue each other down. 

 Caleb shifts to get on top of you but is stopped when the sounds of a door opening and muffled footsteps come from the hall. 

 You split from each other in seconds, settling on either side of the couch as Grandma walks in. 

 “You’re both still awake.” Grandma laughs as she turns to continue on her way to the bathroom. “Don’t go to sleep too late now!” 

 As she leaves, Caleb lets out a laugh. “Do you think she’d still chew us out if she caught us again?” 

 “I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out!” You laugh as well at the memory. Let’s just say Grandma can pull ears very hard. 

 Caleb looks over the couch down the hall to ensure you both were alone. He then leans over quickly, pressing a quick, final kiss. 

 “We’ll just have to practice some where else next time.” He grabs the popcorn from the table and turns off the TV. “Sleep well, pipsqueak.” 

[yuzuocha]

Caleb: Hey, Zayne

Zayne: What

Caleb: What's the most popular thing to wear while fighting wars?

Zayne:

Zayne: Please do–

Caleb: Casual-tees.

[lilisette]

Masks Under the Chandelier | Caleb/Reader

About: A fic idea wherein you and Caleb meet months later in a gala. To you, this person is a stranger you just met. But to this person, you were more than that...

Pairing: Caleb/Reader

Notes: Might actually write this tbh... Caleb is my favorite ngl hahaha...

Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 4! Please do not read if you haven't read it yet!

Imagine there is a gala or some high class event where you have to attend, perhaps as part of the event's security detail. With all the Metafluxes and Wanderers going about, it's important that the organizers call a few hunters to protect them from harm. But them going in uniform will no doubt alert the guests so you have to go undercover and dress up in a formal party outfit, a gown or whatever you wish to wear.

And by chance, because of all the important people there, the organization that kidnapped Caleb (since he is not dead idc what the game says) is invited to attend too. So they send Caleb, undercover of course, to attend.

Caleb donned a new persona, dyed his hair, wear contacts and all to ensure no one would recognize him. He attends and lo and behold, he bumps into you while wandering the event hall.

While Caleb has a new persona, his voice is still unchanged and when Caleb, in shock, whispers your nickname, cause- wow you looks amazing-, you turn toward him in shock and-

"Pipsqueak?" "Caleb?" "I-" Caleb almost responded to your call, but quickly remembered that he isn't Caleb now... He could never be anymore. "Sorry miss...?" The hope that was evident in your eyes dimmed, and his heart broken all over again when your eyes softened, a sad smile gracing your face. "I'm sorry, I thought... I thought you were someone I knew for a moment." You said, the distance between you and him so close, yet so far. There was an invisible wall between you and him now, and he hated it.

You and him talk for a bit, about why you both were there. Caleb keeps getting distracted by you because he has never seen you like this before, dolled up and oh so beautiful under the crystal chandeliers. There were many times where he almost slipped up and mention something that only the both of you know, but he caught himself. And god does he hate it. He's your best friend from childhood dammit (yes zayne exists but he likes to think you prefer him over zayne), why can't he...

Why can't he be close to you anymore?

It's ironic, Caleb thought, that you were telling him, a stranger, things that he as Caleb never knew. He asked you about who you have mistaken him for, and the answer shook him to his core.

"My childhood friend. He is... well, was, my best friend." You say wistfully, staring off into the crowd and imagining what would it be like if he was still here with you. He was about to make another comment, but stopped when you opened you mouth to continue. "And perhaps... If he was still around... We would've been something much more than that." The guilt and sadness that pierced through him then was so overwhelming it almost made him kneel. And yet, like a glutton for punishment, he asked. "You think you two would've been lovers?" "Not without us being honest with each other for once. But eventually... Yes."

You two talk for a bit more until you both feel a spike in the air, your watch that was disguised as a bracelet alerting you to wanderers in the area. You tell him to not alert everywhere because it will incite panic, and made your exit.

Unbeknownst to you, he trails after you, just like the time before the whole explosion happened. He watches you take down the wanderers with ease but then he sees a wanderer spawning just behind you, and without second thought, he uses his own evol to fling the wanderer away.

But before you could turn to see who it was who saved you, he hides behind cover. And before you could approach the spot, the wanderer stands up again, giving him ample time to slip away.

He watches you return to your post afterwards, and when you spot him again, he asks you whether you're okay and-

"Yes I am, thank you for your concern. Though..." You trailed off, your mind still stuck on the mystery of who saved you back there. "Is there something wrong?" "No! No. I just... No, it's nothing, probably just my imagination." You said, looking away and into the crowd of guests who were unaware of the Wanderer sighting, missing the look of guilt that was plastered all over his face.

Caleb, even under a different persona, was constantly worried about you. He waited for you to report to captain Jenna and escorted you home after the whole event. Before opening the door to your apartment however, you turned towards him.

"You don't have to do this, you know." "I insist." He expected you to open the door and leave, and you two will never see each other again, but instead, you looked towards him and smiled. "I thought about what you said. I think... I think you're right. I should start moving on." You said, and before he could ask why you were telling him this, you handed him your phone. "If it's alright, can we exchange numbers?"

Caleb knew he shouldn't do this. The organization specifically said that he was not to contact you at all costs. But well, Caleb reasoned with himself, they didn't say he cannot contact you while under a new persona. So he gave you his number as well.

The moment you entered your apartment and him in the elevator, he leaned against the wall and sighed.

What the fuck did he just get himself into?

[nath-sanvit]

I was swapping screens when this happened. ... ...

NO.. NOT THE SENTENCE, THE SLIPPING SCREEN TO HIS BULGE. Now, I had to put 30mins of workout. Jesus....

[lilisettean]

Tempest in a Bathtub | Rafayel/Reader

About: Rafayel painting while he was bathing wasn't an uncommon sight. But you joining him was.

Pairing: Rafayel/Reader

Notes: Not gonna lie... For me, Rafayel is the hardest of all the 3 current love interests to write... I tried to keep his dialogue in character though! Please tell me if it's off the mark!

AO3: Read here!

Warnings: Hinted no protection. 18+ only please! Enjoy :)

“Weren’t you supposed to paint?” 

“How am I supposed to focus with you in front of me?”

Rafayel wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you towards him, your back flush against his bare chest. He felt hot, burning almost, behind you, contrasting against the cool water that you two were half submerged in. 

Moments ago, you stumbled upon him painting while in the bathtub again. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do so, as he explained that sometimes inspiration would come to him like a sudden gust of wind, here now and gone the next moment. But it was still a sight to see him paint like this, with supplies strewn all over the place.

He blithely said that you could join him if you wanted, seemingly uncaring at the thought you would have to strip down to do so. That quickly changed however, when he heard the faint rustling of fabric. 

The blush and stammering protests that left his lips soon appeared as you dip your toes into the cool water, his eyes on anywhere and anything but on you.

“Hey.” Rafayel’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Are you really spacing out while being here with me?”

“No. I was wondering why you are so shy to see me naked. It’s not like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.”

“That’s because they’re nude models posing for my work. But you are…” His voice trailed off, as if pondering what to say next. “You’re you.”

“Have you heard myths of the inspirational goddesses of old? They are the source of all knowledge pertaining to the arts. Muses are what they are called.” He explained as he toyed with a strand of your damp hair. “And you, my dear fishie, are my personal muse.”

“Should I start posing nude for you instead now? So you would have more inspiration?” You joked, expecting him to agree or laugh at your suggestion. But that was not the case.

“Oh. No. Please don’t do that.” He immediately objected, to your surprise. “I wouldn’t be able to focus at all.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be obtuse. I know you saw it.” Rafayel retorted with a huff. He wasn’t wrong however. 

You could feel his stiff cock pulsing against you, and honestly you already noticed it growing when you sat across him, his gaze fixed onto your breasts before turning away with a cough.

Despite the cool water surrounding the both of you, his cock felt hot against your skin, as though begging you to touch it. And who were you to deny him?

Your heat clenched at nothing, yearning for something to fill its emptiness when he groaned at you wiggling your hips against him. But before you could do anything more, he steadied you with a hand on your hips, stopping you.

“Instead of painting… I would be thinking about other things.” He breathed out a moment later, after attempting to calm the raging storm that was brewing inside of him. He then lowered his head, nipping your earlobe before continuing.

“Do you wanna know what?”

“...What?”

“You know… I love that face you make when you’re moaning my name. I wanna know how I can engrave that into my mind and store it for eternity.” His hands roamed your body as he confessed. One hand cupped your breast, his fingers grazing and tweaking your pert nipple; while the other trailed down your torso, slipping between your thighs and parting them without any effort.

He hummed in approval when he found your entrance hot to the touch, slick not with water, but your own juices. He prodded you, parting your folds and dipped two fingertips inside, making you squirm in anticipation. Before he slipped further however, he nipped your earlobe once more, and whispered.

“Would you mind showing it to me again?”

Instead of giving him the go, you shifted your hips forward, pushing yourself down his fingers.

“So eager.” He commented, breathless. No matter how many times he fingered you, he would never tire of the sight of you coming undone before him. This proper, strong bodyguard of his turning into a whimpering mess because of him.

His long slender fingers prodded your soft walls, reaching places that you could never reach on your own. And before long, your hips started to move on its own, fucking yourself on his fingers. 

“Rafayel–” 

“Mhm?” He may sound calm but his actions were nowhere near but. You were not only riding his fingers, you were also grinding your hips against him while doing so, rubbing the side of his stiff cock. And just like you, his hips moved on its own as well, rutting and sliding the underside of his cock against you.

Water sloshed out of the bathtub you both were in, splashing onto the wooden floor. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when his fingers grazed past your clit with every move. He tilted your head back and captured your lips, parting them with his tongue and groaning into the kiss.

Something clicked within him the moment you moaned his name once more. With one smooth motion, he pulled his fingers out of you and lifted you up into his arms, carrying you as he exited the bathtub.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he propped you onto the counter, your breasts pressing against the cool marble surface.

He gave you no chance to speak. Because as soon as you were on the counter, lying and your heat exposed to him, you felt a familiar pressure against your entrance.

“Sorry… I don’t like waiting.” He apologized, but didn’t sound sorry at all. If anything, he was enjoying your whimpering as he pushed his throbbing cock inside of you, and sighed when you moaned at his short thrusts to get his entirety enveloped with your tight walls.

Planting a kiss onto the back of your neck, Rafayel gently lifted your chin up, and made you come face to face to your debauched state. 

“Show me my sweet mermaid… Show me all the expressions you like to make.”

[lemonmoonmochi]

If you know me in real life NO YOU DONT

[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

[hellinistical]

fem! reader x rafayel. royal! au. sea horror! au. heavy angst. minor and major character death. slow burn. romance. fluff. explicit smut. trauma. religious themes. gore; hinted torture, cannibalism, decapitation, self-cannibalism. violence. wc: 10542 | status: on-going

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"He watched her from the ocean’s veil,

A creature wrought from myth and sea,

His love, a secret, soft and frail,

Yet in her gaze, he longed to be.

She knew him not, as days went by,

That eyes so wild could turn so tender,

She danced beneath the starlit sky,

While he, unseen, became her mender.

He shaped his voice to earthly sound,

His form to walk where mortals tread,

Yet in his soul, the sea was bound,

Its ancient call filled him with dread.

Alone she stands, with heart undone,

A lonely maid upon the sand,

shells do lay broken in hand,

The sea sings low of what’s begun,

A war of hearts, flesh, and blood."

I: LEGENDS OF OLD

II: GOLD-STRUCK

III: COLLECTION

IV: RICH RED SOIL

V: LOOSE BARREL

VI: THAR SHE BLOWS

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