#love and deepspace edits

[deepspacezaynesmaster]

PoC edits

Official Fan Art.

Edited for my personal Delulu as Infold doesn't have any official lads poc commissioned art to date.

Edited by CybillaFräulein

Original artist name on the artwork.

[hrhmimieucliffe]

Black/POC MC Edits for Zayne's 4*s

If it won't be done, sometimes you just have to do it yourself ‼️‼️🙋🏾‍♀️

I might use these as stickers for my laptop now

I'll be doing the other guys next, of course but Zayne and Sylus first since they're my faves

Plugging our group again!!

I am planning to sell these edited memories as stickers on my redbubble shop to add to my LADS sticker collection

[ollieneedsamilkshake]

I put up a Zayne edit for shits and giggles and it actually got some love 💪💪

Anyways here's another edit of my Husband

(I don't know what the song is, but I don't known it, so no-one sue me :) )

[freakylilnutjob]

Sylus edit 🥰🥀🪶♥️

made a Sylus edit but only have here and rednote to post it to 😅

might make a Rafayel one cause I heard a song that I think would work well with him too, but we shall see

rednote id is 26721993330 and lads hunter number is 82000346714 if anyone wants to add me on either of those ☺️

[humanjarvis]

saw this today and my immediate answer was “both, but in different ways” and then my updated answer a few seconds later was that it’s everyone EXCEPT zayne. so here are my personal headcanons/reasonings (specifically the "you’re so pathetic"/"i’m so pathetic" part):

caleb: says it and means it. yeah this is literally all i have for him take any objections up with the therapist he doesn’t have

sylus: says it ironically. a nonchalant hum of agreement and slight air of condescension in his tone. you both know he doesn’t mean it—you both know you don’t even mean it—but he’ll let you have your fun. go along with your games, as long as they stay games (i don’t think sylus is into degradation), and entertain the idea of him being anything less than formidable. a means to an end to get you to leave your mark on him

xavier: says it in the same tone as caleb, but with the same intention as sylus. his voice is shaky and sincere as he stares up at you with his big blue eyes, but underneath the exterior is a man who knows what he wants and knows how to get it. he’s luring you in with the innocent pitiful bunny act, but he doesn’t believe it. he’s just giving you what you want so you give him what he wants

rafayel: moans it. in the moment, he doesn’t know if he means it or not—he’s just so gone and horny that he’ll say/agree to anything as long as it gets you to touch him. and then once the haze of lust has cleared he denies saying anything of the sort

zayne: doesn’t believe in degradation of the self for momentarily pleasurable but ultimately trivial matters

[kylominis]

a sweet spring [🍭]

[skilledmeowjesty]

Love&Deepspace Men+Text posts Pt 1 (Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5)

[foxyheartstring]

[coffeekittycatt]

Sylus: "Don't you see? This is what your heart truly desires."

[starmocha]

Love and Deepspace + Texting BF "I want a baby" meme

[tartagliove]

tomorrow's catch-22 ✧ sylus

now you'll never fly away, my little bird.

[ryescapades-archived]

꒰ ooc ? suggestive ꒱ doing this trend with your lads bf and seeing that split second of him faltering when he feels you squeezing your thighs around his hips mid-pull.

you'd almost think zayne was unaffected by it, but the slight pinch on his forehead and the faint grunt under his breath tell you otherwise. he finishes the workout and gently sets you down before turning away and adjusting himself lest you notice the tent growing in his pants.

you would've felt bad for disrupting the workout but the way xavier's chest stutters, clumsily fixing his grip on the horizontal bar above you had you bursting out a mini fit of giggles. though that doesn't go on for long, for the almost begging look on his face results in you nearly tripping over your own movement.

rafayel narrows his eyes as the two of you finish your pull-ups, his brain already thinking of ways to get back at you. there's lot of... methods, of course. one of them ends with you squeezing your thighs around him in a whole other scenario but for now, he'd have to settle with tickling you to oblivion, or something. he'll eventually get to that part of squeezing sooner or later anyway.

sylus raises a challenging brow at you. he returns his feet to the ground before engulfing your waist between his palms, legs still hooked over his tapered waist and deliberately adjusting you in his hold. you freeze, core brushing against his pelvis in a not-so-innocent way which earns you an amused glint in his crimson gaze.

caleb lets out a sudden laugh, raspy and breathless and half in disbelief. his biceps strain as he does another pull, with you following his motion. you expect him to do the next one as well, so you pull. but then he didn't. which causes you to unintentionally press harder against him, sliding along his hips in a salacious grind as he smirks victoriously at your flushed face.

[mybigsnowman]

anything for you

pairing sylus x afab!reader

summary sylus turns up at your apartment after you accidentally text him while in pain

tags second-person pov, sick fic, pre-relationship, pre-friendship too, reader is wary of sylus, uterus related pain, not a period fic, lowkey doctor hate

word count 1.2k

note somewhat of a character study if u really squint and very self indulgent, almost a vent fic, and written about my own pain while I was suffering at the hospital, pre-period cramps are like hell. you can tell how frustrated I am with doctors...

cross posted to ao3

I think I need to go to the hospital.

Sylus assumed that you'd sent the text to the wrong person. He tried calling you to no avail. Twice, three times, the phone rang and rang before going to voicemail. Mephisto’s view was dark, your curtains were drawn shut and if it wasn't for the motorcycle outside he would've assumed you were out. He opened the text again and debated on what to do.

You wouldn't send him this, not now at least, he could tell you were still wary of him. But he couldn't ignore it. He was already close by meeting a buyer in Linkon; it wouldn't take long to check on you, twenty minutes if he speeds – and he does.

When he arrived your curtains were still drawn. A part of him began doubting if you were even home. Maybe you got injured on the job; you didn't always drive yourself to work. It was a possibility he'd think of after checking your apartment. He was calm and rational even in moments of stress, this didn't rattle him. He would find you if you weren't here. He found you before and he'd find you again.

He heard the muffled sound of the television when he reached your door. You were probably home so he tried to knock. Once, twice, three times – there was no answer. So he resorted to what he knew best and destroyed the lock. He'd fix it for you later.

The inside was dark, only the faint glow of the television filled the place. He saw you curled in on yourself with half your face squished down on the couch, and if it wasn't for the sudden shift of your body he would've assumed the worst. 

Before he could get closer, he saw your head move as you turned to face him. You were fine enough to still be alert; whatever pain you were in wasn't deadly.  

You squinted, for a moment not recognising the looming figure in the dark room. But your mind caught up; it could only be one person. “Sylus? What are you doing here?”

“You texted me.”

You tried to push yourself up to look for your phone but grimaced at the sudden movement as another cramp shot through your lower abdomen causing you to inhale sharply. You were taking laboured breaths with every movement.

Sylus finally saw the sweat on your skin, your shirt was stuck to your body. “Let me help you up.”

“You don't need to. I'm fine.” Giving up on sitting, you patted around for your phone. You were certain you hadn't texted him. The last person you were talking to was Tara, you were sure of that. Finally, you found it lodged between the back of the couch and the cushions. Your eyes burned as they adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Sylus watched your face as you unlocked your phone. The bright screen illuminated your features making your tense expression obvious. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to send that to you.”

Although he'd expected it, Sylus still felt wounded that you wouldn't rely on him. But alas, he was here and he would help you. Without asking why you were in pain he spoke up again, “Let me get you to the hospital.”

“You don't need to, I'm fine, really.” You hated the position you were in, the pain had subsided slightly, but you were still vulnerable in front of him. It scared you – he still scared you. You never gave him the pin to your door, he'd clearly broken in. And maybe it was out of worry, or something else, you still couldn't figure out his true intentions when it came to you.

“You don't have to pretend to be strong, sweetie.”

“Why did you even come here? Were you worried about me?”

Sylus couldn't answer. It was a simple yes, he was worried about you, but he could see it in your eyes that you wouldn't believe him. You were already on edge because of the pain.

“Do you like me, Sylus?”

You were relentless. Even while in pain you mocked him with a question you'd asked before – a question he couldn't answer without giving away too much. It was a yes, always a yes. 

But before he could give you a dismissive answer, he heard you groan in pain. 

And before he could get closer to check on you, you dismissed him. “Just get me painkillers. The medicine box is in the kitchen.”

He obeyed you, whatever you wanted. He brought your medicine storage box over with a cup of water after turning the lights on. 

You'd finally managed to sit up, you were still curled in on yourself while sitting. Your hand reached out for the medicine box when he got closer. You rummaged around a bit before finally finding the pill package. You downed two, all the time feeling Sylus’ strong gaze on you. You probably looked like a mess, you'd been crying before you fell asleep.

He finally spoke up again, “Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?”

“There's no point,” you said as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back. “They'll say nothing’s wrong.”

“We’ll go to another hospital then.”

“Do you think I haven't tried?” Your words had more bite to them than you intended, but you were in pain, and still wary of his presence – you couldn't really control it. His need to throw solutions at you like everything was easy if you just tried hard enough was irritating, so you explained it further, trying to convince him how useless these doctors were. “I've gone to ten different clinics. They all say it's normal, just regular pain before my period. Even though I can't breathe or move right. It's stupid.”

Sylus could hear how frustrated you were, you sounded like you had a lump in your throat. 

“Fuck, it really feels like I'm having contractions,” you said with a breathy laugh hoping to dissipate some of the tension, but even that mild action hurt.

“I'll find you a good doctor.”

“I'm sure you will.” Your reply was mocking, and dismissive, but a part of you hoped that he could. Every gynaecologist in Linkon was useless but maybe the N109 zone had someone special, a doctor that wouldn't just say it's anxiety or dismiss your pain altogether; the thought nearly made you laugh. It really would be a feat if Sylus found someone.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, you can leave.” You wanted to thank him but it felt strange.

“I can't. Your lock’s broken.”

You sighed in frustration and rubbed your eyes. “Fix it then.”

“I will, anything for you.”

You hated his tone – always too earnest. He listened to you like a loyal dog sometimes; he listened like he owed you something. 

You'd take advantage of it if he wanted to be this way. “I want to eat something.”

“Tell me what you want.”

He ordered what you demanded of him before asking you where the toolbox was. 

Your eyes lingered on him as he knelt in front of the door, fixing the lock all on his own. He could’ve called someone to do it, it would’ve been easier, he didn’t have to stoop so low for you. Your eyes grew heavier as you watched him work. Your body betrayed your mind; all the wariness you felt towards him wasn’t enough to stop the ease that spread through your limbs. Perhaps subconsciously his presence felt familiar. 

Your eyes closed as your cramps subsided significantly. You felt yourself doze off as the sound of Sylus fixing your lock lulled you to sleep. 

[cherimoyatea]

Whispers of Seashells, Songs of Whales 🎶

[yois2aki]

you watched from across the room as caleb laughed, CALEB's eyes sparkling with amusement as he spoke to a girl from his class. her voice was high-pitched and bubbly, and she was leaning in just a little too close, making you feel an odd tightness in your chest. you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was hard to ignore the way they interacted—so carefree, so… effortless.

you found yourself shrinking back, feeling small and uncertain in the corner of the room. you had always known caleb was popular, had always been the center of attention wherever he went, but something about the way he was so engaged with her made you feel… invisible.

maybe it was the way she touched his arm when she laughed or the way she smiled at him, a look that made your heart twist. you’d never seen that expression directed at you, not in that way. you couldn’t help but wonder if it was something that would eventually lead to more.

“maybe i’m just overthinking it,” you whispered to yourself, but the thoughts kept creeping back in. what if he liked her? what if he was just being nice to you because he felt obligated? your insecurities bubbled to the surface, a wave of doubt flooding your mind.

you tried to distract yourself, but your gaze kept flicking back to them. caleb was laughing again—genuinely, without a care in the world—and your heart sank lower.

you hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until you heard the door to the classroom swing open. caleb appeared at the threshold, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. he spotted you almost immediately, his purple eyes narrowing in amusement as he strolled over to your desk.

“what's up?” he asked, leaning down to rest his elbows on your desk. “you’re lookin' a little… off today. somethin' on your mind?” his voice was light, teasing, as if he could read your thoughts.

you avoided his gaze, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of your notebook. “no, i’m fine.”

“really?” he leaned closer, and you could feel the heat of his presence as he playfully poked at your arm. “because you’ve been starin' at me all class like i’m about to jump off a cliff or something.”

your face flushed, but you didn’t say anything. should you tell him? you weren’t sure how to put your feelings into words, especially when the doubts swirling in your mind felt so silly.

caleb raised an eyebrow, sensing your hesitation. “you know, i’m pretty good at readin' people. and you,” he grinned mischievously, “you’ve got a whole storm brewing in that head of yours.”

you tried to force a smile, but it came out shaky. “it’s nothing.”

caleb straightened up, studying you with that intense look he always had when he was being serious. “come on, don’t do this to me. talk to me.” he was so persistent, but there was an edge to his voice, one that made your heart beat faster.

“it’s just…” you hesitated, unsure of how to phrase it. “i saw you with her, that new blonde girl from whatever class. and, i don’t know, i just… got a little worried.”

his brows furrowed, he paused for a moment only to let out a loud chuckle right after. “worried about what?”

“i don’t know, maybe that… you just looked so… comfortable with her.” you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

a moment of silence made its way between you two, and when you looked up at his eyes, he had the boyish grin plastered on his face. “why are you looking at me like— you did that on purpose, didn't you?!”

you looked at him with a frustrated expression, like you had his scheme all figured out.

caleb blinked, stunned for a second, before his expression softened, and he spoke up with the most annoying voice he could. “what, are you… jealous?”

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “no.” you mumbled, back to avoiding his gaze. embarrassment filled your being due to falling for such an obvious plan.

you knew, deep down, that he would never willingly flirt with another girl. it wasn't his nature. yet, it felt as though he had purposely noticed your gaze lingering on him, and in that moment, allowed the attention of a girl with clear intentions draw near.

the realization settled in your chest like a weight, and you wished, with all your heart, that you could just disappear into the ground and hide the embarrassing turmoil churning inside.

caleb let out another soft laugh, but it wasn’t mocking this time around. it was warm, affectionate, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “jealous? of her?” he asked, leaning down to look you in the eyes. “i was initially just messing with you, but you really think i’d choose someone else over my pipsqueak?”

you shrugged weakly, too afraid to look up at him.

“are you out of your mind?” he teased, shaking his head with a playful smirk. “do you really think i’m that dumb? you’re the one who has my attention, you know that, right?”

you finally dared to look up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. he paused for a moment before adding, “i get that you’re insecure sometimes, but you have to know that no one can make me feel the way you do. i don’t even like her like that. she’s just a classmate. and if i’m being honest, i didn’t even realize i was making you feel like this.”

you felt your heart skip a beat at his words, his voice lowering into something much softer. “i told you i'm not getting a girlfriend anytime soon. and i keep my promises. always.”

the weight on your chest began to lift, your heartbeat slowing as you let out a shaky laugh. “you’re sure?”

caleb grinned, his usual confidence radiating in his posture as he stood up straight, running a hand through his hair. “pipsqueak, if you can’t tell by now, then i don’t know what to tell you.”

he chuckled and winked, his tone full of playful teasing. “now stop worrying about some random girl. you’re the only one i want. always have been. always will be.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth fill your chest as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “there’s no need to compete with anyone. it’s always been you.”

“i guess i needed to hear that,” you admitted, letting out a sigh of relief. “thanks, caleb.”

“anytime,” he said, his smile softening. “now, how about we get out of here and grab some food? i think you owe me for doubtin' me.”

[cherryapplefish]

Thinking about pre-dating Rafayel and the first time he wants to take you underwater

And we all know with a lemurian’s kiss, humans will be able to breathe

And the first time he explains it to you it goes something like:

“We have to what,” you blanch, your brows lifting as the surprise dances across your features. When Rafayel had said he’d take you swimming in the ocean, you hadn’t anticipated this.

Sure, you’d thought, you’d get some scuba diving gear, an air tank, and follow after him because that’s what normal people do when they go swimming under the ocean. And Rafayel knew you were normal. Or at least not a lemurian.

You’d thought he had prepared something for you but now he’s standing here, ears singeing red to accompany the blush coloring Rafayel’s cheeks. He averts his gaze like a child who knows they’re in trouble before clearing his throat.

“We have to kiss. Lemurians can give humans the ability to breathe underwater if they kiss them,” he explains as if you hadn’t heard him the first time. Heat rises to your own cheeks and part of you wants to protest but the part of you that wants to croons in your ear.

It’s just a kiss. It’s not like it’d be the first time.

(You’re briefly reminded of your second meeting with Rafayel where he’d fallen off his ladder and right into you. His lips had been soft then. They still look soft now.)

Squeezing your eyes shut, you attempt to shake off the nerves before finally nodding in agreement. You try to ignore the look of delight on Rafayel’s face, how his eyes seem to light up now that you’ve agreed to kiss him. (Even if it’s just for the benefits.)

So when he leans in, fingers cupping your face as if it were porcelain, your eyes fluttering shut and locking your knees so they don’t buckle, you kiss him back.