Even if you don't think so.

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Terribly sorry for the belated response to this, nearly a year since you first put in the request, but here she comes: a sequel to The More to Love. Crazy to think that it also been a year since that post came out way back in October. Regardless, please enjoy the boys comforting their chubby lover.

off guard on duty

— the big twins watch the little twins for a day and long for what they think they'll never have.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: my babies my angels my loves ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ sylus is just a dad of 4. here's a silly little fic about the big twins watching the little twins. they have a great time. let me know what you think of this one lol, it was super fun to make! enjoy! ❀-urs important heads up for context of this story: kyros and lucian are (my headcanon) sylus's twin boys. around 3 years old at this time.

Don’t drop them.

Don’t lose them.

Dinner is at six.

Easy enough. They’ve gone through more difficult missions before. Covert ones, requiring meticulous planning and great improvisation. 

Kieran prides himself in being able to execute seventeen different kinds of strategies to take down a group of thirty men within 5 minutes. Luke can persuade anyone into doing anything, and eliminate them— without a trace—if they don’t comply. Exceptional mercenaries. Isolated ghosts. Nothing is impossible.

Perfectly capable babysitters, if you ask them. 

How they made the silent twin wail like a siren and the rambunctious one sit still was beyond them.

“Papa!” Kyros screams, blotchy red cheeks puffed and damp bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. He presses himself against the heavy main door, as if forcing himself to walk through, stretching his little limbs and straining his ankles to reach the knob. “Papa! Papa!” 

Ben and Ashlyn friendship appreciation 🩶🧡

The First Meet Self-Aware!Sylus

Sylus wouldn’t out right say it, but he was desperate to have you in his arms it just never seemed possible. There was nothing either of you could do so you settled for a love that would end tragically because you just couldn’t let him go. You found yourself daydreaming constantly about spending your days with him. What it would be like to hold his hand instead of your phone. To caress his cheek and feel his warmth in the palm of your hand. You gave yourself butterflies just imagining him melting into your touch.

Just him.

“You’re spacing out Princess” You slightly jumped at the sound of his voice. You glanced down at the celery you were mindlessly chopping. “Shit I didn’t mean to dice it” You huffed and scraped it onto the pan anyway; there was no way you were going back to the store right now. You looked back at Sylus who was casually sitting on his couch watching a musical. Sometimes it really made you feel crazy seeing him like this. Not the in-game repeated movements that he was programmed to do, but fluid movement and everyday life activities. It really felt like you were talking to a person and not just code in a game. “What are you watching?”

Sylus hummed off key as he answered “Heathers” You giggled at the fact that the big bad Onychinus leader watches musicals in his living room during his free time. “You should join me” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye and smiled to himself like there was some inside joke you didn’t catch. “Only in our dreams” You smiled at him, but it was somber the reality of your relationship always made you a little sad yet here you were doing nothing to end it. You turned back to stir the vegetables you had sautéing because the last thing you need is for them to overcook.

That's when you heard the clearest voice in your ear “Just dreams?” You spun around rapidly flinging food in the process. Your heart pounded against your chest as you scanned the empty kitchen looking for any other sign of life. You immediately swapped out the spoon for the knife you had just minutes earlier. “Sylus please tell me you heard that”

Silence.

You glanced at your phone and saw that the screen was off. “Is there a fucking demon in my house right now?” You snatched your phone ready to call a friend to come over, but your efforts were thwarted when a band of silky red and black mist wrapped around your wrist wrenching you backwards. “I’ve been called worse”

You breath hitched causing you to choke on your own spit as you came face to face with Sylus. Are you going crazy? You struggled against his evol that felt like what you could only describe as smoke with density. “I must be hallucinating” You’ve imagined having this man in front of you for months, but you had no idea he would be this terrifying in person. It felt like you were standing before a hungry wolf that wouldn’t second guess snapping your neck. Why was his demeanor so damn scary? Before you could even process what was happening Sylus grabbed you buy the waist and pulled you close to him. “I’m sorry Princess but this is probably going to hurt”

“Wha-” Pain seared through you in an instant like lightning and fire at once. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as it felt like your vocal cords were singed to a crisp. The pain was unbearable it changed from searing to pins and needles almost like little pieces of you were splitting apart. You couldn’t handle it and your vision went dark as you passed out.

You came too slowly, groaning as you stretched your limbs on a stiff mattress. You sat up slowly realizing you were fine. Rolling your shoulders and rubbing your legs you were sure whatever that was must have just been a terrible dream. Maybe? “I knew I was dreaming” you couldn’t explain the amount of pain you felt though. You turned and noticed instead of your usual view of your room you were looking out amongst a vast dark city. “Where-”

“What do you think?” a voice said in your ear causing your fight or flight to kick in. You pulled your legs under yourself and swung your fist as hard as you could in the direction of the voice. The person groaned at the contact and you reached for the nearest object you could find which was a lamp and swung it, but your wrist was caught mid air and you were disarmed with ease. Within seconds you were pinned down on the mattress.

Your eyes widened in shock when you realized who was holding you down “Sylus?” He was just as intimidating as he was in your dream. Or was it a dream? “You’re not dreaming” Sylus squeezed your wrist tightly “Ow stop stop it hurts” he raised an eyebrow as his lip quirked up “See?” You rolled your eyes he was way too amused with your reaction for your liking. “We need to work on that right hook of yours it's a little weak” He can’t be serious right now you just punched him in his jaw and tried to beat him over the head with a lamp and the first thing he thinks of is training your punches to get better? Typical.

Sylus couldn’t help but, chuckle at your expression with your brows furrowed and your lips curled in frustration. “I wish you could see yourself right now” You pushed his face away with your free hand irritated with him for causing you that much pain.

“I wish you would get a new mattress why is this bitch so stiff my fucking back hurts” You squirmed underneath him. He inhaled a sharp breath making you freeze realizing the position you were in; he was nestled perfectly between your legs with one hand pinned above your head. Suddenly there was a knock at the door “Boss we heard some commotion are you okay?” Sylus rolled his eyes “I’m fine. Leave.”

“Yes boss” The sound of footsteps retreated until there was silence again. Sylus looked down at you furrowing his brows, this time is was your turn to smirk. “Don’t say it” He warned. Your lips quivered as you tried to stop your smile from forming “Are those my boys?” Sylus gave you a bored look before rolling his eyes at you as well. “Do you know how hard it was to bring you here Princess? You’re more excited for Luke and Kieran than me” Sylus expression seemed irritated, but the look in his eyes was pouty. You had Sylus jealous of his own men now that was an ego boost. You squirmed in his hold again trying to free yourself. “This is a lot for me Sylus you have some explaining to do" You kicked your legs like a toddler trying to sit up once again "And let me get up your mattress is not comfortable!”

Sylus huffed at your commands, but of course he listened getting up and pulling you with him. He had you straddle his lap with his hands gently placed on your waist. “Is this more comfortable?” He leaned back against the headboard his eyes traveling up and down your body. Based on the look in his eyes it was almost as if even he couldn’t believe you were not only in front of him, but on top of him at the moment.

“No! w-well y-yea but-” You cut yourself off to save face. This man really had you stuttering like porky the pig. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts as best as you could. “How the actual fuck am I here right now Sylus”

“Energy manipulation is stronger than you think” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“If you turn something into pure energy it can travel wherever you want it to even into as you call it a game world” His words bounced around in your head as you tried to make sense of them. What does he mean energy can travel anywhere. Then it hit you. The searing pain, pins and needles, the black out. “You turned me into pure energy to bring me here?!” You screamed in his face.

“Something like that” He replied in a bored tone “The shopkeeper said it should only hurt the first time” You rubbed your temples just trying to stay calm, how were you supposed to be okay with the fact that you were seemingly ripped apart and put back together inside of a damn game. You felt Sylus shifting underneath you and his hands running up your sides. “Tell me” he tilted your chin down so he could look you in the eye. “Are you not happy to have me like this?” he wrapped his arms around your waist while he rested his chin on your chest. “I can hear your heart beating fast”

“Of course I'm happy to see you” You cradled his face in your hands and he immediately melted into your touch. It was even better than you imagined it would be. His eyes closed and you could feel the satisfying hum that rumbled in his chest. You stared in awe at the sight before you; he was really melting because of you. He opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to your lips causing them to part “Prove it.”

You didn’t need to be a genius to know he wanted a kiss. You two spend many nights talking about it. He made you promise that if you ever actually met him the first thing you would do is kiss him. That promise was clearly broken since the first thing you did was punch him in the face. His lips looked so soft and full you didn’t hesitate to lean in and Sylus met you half way. It lasted no longer than three seconds before you pulled away. “What's wrong?" You shook your head and looked away “Nothing you’re just making me nervous”

You had no time to prepare yourself as Sylus slammed you back on your back and pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Your eyes bugged out of your head before slightly rolling back as you gave into him. He nipped at your bottom lip and shoved his tongue in when you opened up for him. You thought he would be more rough, but he was actually so gentle. He kissed you like he was trying to perfectly mold your mouth to only fit his. No more like it was already made to fit only him. You wrapped you arms around his neck and snaked one hand up the back of his head tugging the hair at the nape. He smiled against your lips “Do that again” he whispered, hooking your leg over his hip. You tugged even harder this time relishing in the satisfied groan he let out.

You could do this for hours, but you had too many questions. You pulled his head away trying to catch your breath. “We’re not done talking Sylus” He sucked his teeth and sighed heavily as he sat up. This time he didn’t pull you onto his lap he helped you sit up and fixed your shirt that was riding up from him almost removing it. “Ask your questions” He leaned back against the headboard with his arms crossed. You couldn’t help, but giggle at the slight pout he was failing to hide. "For starters where can we buy a softer mattress?"

through the fire | sylus

synopsis : In a world where soulmate marks appear on your skin, yours arrives in red—the color of unrequited love. And the name written there is the last one you ever wanted to see: Zayne, your closest friend, the man you’ve loved in silence for years… and the one already destined to someone else. You learn to smile through the ache, to hide the burn beneath your sleeve, until a chance meeting with a silver-haired stranger named Sylus changes everything. When you pretend he’s your soulmate, he plays along without hesitation. His presence becomes a quiet comfort, steady where your heart is not. But when Zayne starts to look at you differently, to hesitate, to wonder, you’re left caught between the love you’ve always longed for—and the unexpected one who chose you without a mark.

content : soulmate!au, zayne x reader x sylus, zayne x non-mc!reader, unrequited love, angst (light or not, you decide)

This post is for my Love and deepspace fans who are plus size,chubby,thick or for anyone that has any insecurities

As a chubby girl myself, how do you guys feel when you play the game

Sometimes I feel a little self conscious about playing it because of my size

I’m don’t want to sound weird or say any mistakes 😅😭

I just want to see what are you’re opinions 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Pfft okay?? 😭😭😭😭

LADS guys when you want to sacrifice yourself for the greater good

with [chubby reader]

warnings: angst (mention of death), needles and siren song, reader is mc(you have the protocore syndrome), canon divergence, bondage, chubby afab! reader

Disclaimer: These characters belong to the game "love and deepspace" by InFold. The lore and worldbuilding belong solely to the creators.

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The prophecy predicted that a hunter with the protocore syndrome would fight by themselves against an influx of wanderers in the capital. It’ll be midnight on a cold day. They would save the city and bring in a new era of peace, but leave their life behind.

Xavier:

Xavier walked quickly through the icy wind and clenched his fists. Cold water rattled against his pale skin and his shoes stepped into a few puddles, when he finally reached the door to your apartment complex. He walked up the stairs to your door and knocked heavily. Xavier has heard the bullshit prophecy about you, of course he has. How could he not? Everyone talks about it, they treat you like a weapon; everybody's already planning on how they'll celebrate the world they'd live in without you. In a world where you died for their ungrateful selves. Never would Xavier let that happen.

You opened the door, already dressed in your hunters' uniform. Your round body deliciously filling the black material, but he can ogle at you another time- he will ogle at you another time, this is not the end of you.

"Xavier, what's wrong?", you asked him, your eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Xavier silently walked into your apartment and sat down on the couch, and you followed.

"Are you really going to do it?", Xavier asked you, his voice quiet and soft. His expression remained neutral as he stared straight ahead at the wall.

Your shoulders sagged and you let out a sigh. "Xavier..."

Xavier turned to you and stared you deep in your eyes, his expression still neutral. "Yes or no?"

"Yes. I have no choice, the wanderers have already attacked hundreds of citizens in the capital. Witnesses say theres more than a hundred wanderers, that's more than we've seen in the last few months. Today is the day, I think", you stared at your watch. It was 22:23. You still had an hour until you had to leave- this time for good.

Xavier snorted, his laugh was spiteful. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms. He shook his head at you.

"No."

"This is not up for debate", you said and your nostrils flared.

"You're right. It's not." He agreed, his voice determined. His warm hand gently cupped your chubby cheek and you sighed and nuzzled into his hand.

"You'll stay here. Tara and I will save as many citizens as we can. The rest of the wanderers will be defeated with enough backup", Xavier said and pulled out his phone.

You pinched your nose bridge and shook your head "That's not how it works. The prophecy said-"

"I don't care." Xavier interupted you, his voice determined. His fingers tapped away on his phone and he stood in front of you. You only realised what he was doing a few minutes later.

"Oh my god, Xavier. Are you seriously blocking my way to the door?", you asked him incredulously. You began to rise from the couch and a ball of anger spread from the middle of your chest to your shoulders. Your cheeks heated up with anger and you took a few steps forward.

Xavier's hand gripped his sword and he lifted it, his gloved hands tense as he looked at you. Your jaw dropped and you lifted your own weapon against him. His expression remained neutral but his hands were shaking. "I will not hurt you, I will just make sure you can't leave. Only until midnight is over. If you're mad at me, go ahead. If you want me to grovel at your feet after all of this is done, I will. But you will not leave for this suicide mission, no way in hell. You can fight against me, but I will win, because... I have everything to lose."

"Xavier! You need to be fucking reasonable. We're hunters, our jobs and dedication to our citizens -"

"-is the most important thing in the world. Yeah, I know, what this job expects from you." Xavier bit out and his expression soured. He inhaled deeply and looked at you. "Regardless, the only way you will leave this place before midnight is over my dead body."

Zayne:

Zayne sat in his office chair, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked out the window at the snowflakes descending down. He's your primary health care provider (and boyfriend), of course he knows about the damn prophecy.

He knew about your anxiety surrounding it, he knew about the anger you felt at first and he also knew how you have slowly come to accept your fate. Your righteous anger turned into hopeless resignation, and you even convinced yourself that it was the right option for you.

Every single rainy or snowy day, he hoped that there won't be an influx of wanderers in the capital. Every single day in which you returned to him, his heart squeezed painfully at the reminder that today could've been the day that he lost you. Please, don't go on that damn mission. He tried to accept your decision, he really did. You're a powerful and independent hunter, after all. But he couldn't.

You walked through his door without knocking and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw you walk over to him. He didn't know what gave it away, was it your sad smile? Or maybe your clenched fists? Or the fact that you would never storm into his office like that for no reason? Zayne's heart sank and he jumped out of his chair, his ice evol spreading over his arms and taunting him.

"What? What happened?", he asked, already aware of your answer. His cold, scarred hands gripped your round shoulders and squeezed. Zayne scanned you from top to bottom to find any injuries on your round body.

"Haven't you heard? The capital is overrun by wanderers."

Zayne runs his shaky fingers through his black hair and was quiet for a few seconds. "Are you going to go?", he asks you, his monotone voice shaky.

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I have to. You know I do. I brought my uniform, can I change in the bathroom? I want you to be the last person that I see."

Zayne nodded quietly and when you left the room, he quickly rummaged through the drawers full of medical equipment and picked out a syringe. He doesn't care if he loses his job and medical license over this. None of it matters if you aren't alive. He hides the syringe in his pocket and waits for your return.

His office door opened and you stepped in, dressed in the uniform you were ready to die in. Zayne swallowed and looked at you. He gazed at you from the top of your head down to your feet. He smiled at you, it didn't reach his eyes but you didn't expect it to.

He opened his arms and you walked into his comforting embrace. His hand gently caressed over the fat of your back and he fixed your collar; his nimble and slender fingers gently loosened the collar of your uniform and you chuckled, your eyes wet. Of course, Zayne would try to make you look presenable, even in death. You cuddled into his chest as he continued to play with your collar.

"Forgive me." Zaynes voice rang through the room. You looked up at him in confusion.

"Forgive me", he repeated, his voice was nothing more than a broken whisper when you suddenly felt the stinging sensation of a needle on your neck. You gasped and looked up at him, your face a combination of betrayal and shock. He pressed his forehead against yours and held you when you began to stumble around. Zayne dropped to his knees with you wrapped in his comforting embrace and you passed out entirely.

"Forgive me, but I do not regret it. I never will. I'll accept any punishment of yours later." He mumbled against your warm skin. His arms gently rubbed each soft part of your ample body he picked you up and placed you on the couch of his office. He has three more syringes incase you wake up sooner than expected. Zayne let out a shuddering breath and continued working on medical documents on his computer knowing very well he'hh have a busy day in the Emergency Room ahead of him.

Rafayel:

Rafayel found out on the day it was supposed to happen.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed every part of your uniform that seemed out of place. You smoothed over your thick torso and your hands gently pat down your soft belly.

“Hmm, what do you think? Do I look good enough?“, you asked Rafayel who stood next to you. He was walking pacing around in circles after you informed him of the content of the prophecy.

Rafayel stopped walking and looked at you with an incredulous expression; his beautiful eyes wide and his lips pressed together. You would've laughed at his fish- like expression if the situation was any less tense.

“Are you serious right now? You’re really entertaining the thought of going there? By yourself? Because of a stupid prophecy? Of course you‘ll die if you go there by yourself. That has nothing to do with 'a glorious prophecy being fulfilled‘. It’ll just be a stupid suicide mission that'll turn into a self-fullfilling prophecy. No. You’re not going. You’re not.“

He bit his plump lips and and scrunched his flawless nose.

"Rafayel-“

“I can’t believe you want to go there! Are you kidding me?!“, he exclaimed, his voice cracking.

“Regardless of whether or not you agree, I have to go there. That's my job. There’s people that need my help. And if I die there, that’ll just be an unfortunate accident.“ You told him and checked your weapon for its ammunition.

“Yes, but they will not send you backup! They believe you have to go there on your own and die! They want you to die, so you won’t make it out of there alive anyway! What don’t you understand about this?“, he yelled out with his hands stretched out.

“Of course I understand, Rafayel! I‘m not stupid. It’s just.. well if the prophecy really is correct, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad for me to die. A new era of peace, can you imagine?“

Rafayel stopped pacing and looked at you, his angry expression turning into one of neutrality. “You believe in the prophecy as well. That's why you didn't tell me about it. You didn't want me to try and stop you from sacrificing yourself. You believe what those people told you, which means you won’t even fight your death. You'll die. You’re going to die for the betterment of the world? Is that your plan?“, he asked you quietly, his face missing any sign emotions.

You evaded his gaze and fixed your uniform even more.

Rafayel nodded with acceptance and walked over to you. "It's not your fault. They made you feel like this was the right thing to do", his steps slow and silent. You turned to face him, expecting him to tell you not to go but when you look at his eyes- they’re too bright. You hear a slow voice echo through your head. The voice got louder and louder. The sounds were beautiful, it made you want to never stop listening. A bright smile adorned your face and Rafayel gently grabbed your face. He hummed softly and a wave of happiness and pleasure washed over you, his eyes didn't blink once.

“You will forget about the prophecy. If someone speaks to you about any prophecy, you’ll immediately forget about the conversation once it’s done. Today you will lay down and not leave the house until after midnight. And you will never give yourself up for the greater good of the world.“ Rafayels melodic voice sang out, the beautiful melody washing over you. He closed his eyes and gently kissed your soft cheeks and forehead.

“Rafayel?“, you asked him in confusion.

“Hm?“, he hummed out softly and gently shoved you into his warm chest. His beautiful fingers gently cupping the back of your head.

“Why am I in my uniform?“

“I don’t know. Take it off so we can go for a swim.“ He replied, his voice more serious than usual but his lips gently raised into a soft smile. He holds your hands up to his lips and he tenderly pressed kisses against your soft fingers.

“Woah. What’s gotten into you? You’re surprisingly docile.“ You raised and eyebrow at him and he smiled softly.

“Of course, cutie. Have you ever known me to be disobedient?“, he asked and fluttered with his lashes. You rolled your eyes and walked away to put on your bathing suit, Rafayel trailed close behind you.

Sylus:

Sylus chuckled deeply as you started to fight against the ropes that were wrapped around your body. Your hands were tied behind your back and your feet were tied together in an unnatural position. Loud thunder boomed outside Sylus' mansion and you heard the pitter- patter against the window. With every single movement the rope seemed to bite harder into your skin, it was definitely uncomfortable, but not painfully so.

"Sylus, what the fuck! Untie me, right now!"

"I don't see any reason for me to untie you", he responded smoothly, his hand swirling a glass of red wine, while the other one softly kneaded your limbs. He inhaled deeply through his nose and chuckled darkly at the thought of the prophecy.

You grunted and kept squirming, trying your best to weasel out of this situation. "Sylus, I'm serious."

Sylus' smile dropped a little and he put his glass down on the table. He sighed loudly and moved your struggling body on top of his lap. Sylus began massaging your thick limbs and gently lifted your face up, so that you'd stare into his eyes. "So am I. I'm not going to let you run off into your death just because some people told you it'd be the best thing for you to do. You will not go there. I'm sure theres many other competent hunters that would do well with the praise, yes?"

"It has nothing to do with praise, Sylus. Do you know how many people would be saved if I just-"

"Oh yes, glorious humanity would be saved. What has humanity given you? What great thing have they given you that would be worth abandoning your life for? Nothing. The only good thing that humanity has ever created was you. Nothing and nobody else. You're not the chosen one, your death will not be honored in a noble way. They won't care about you, the only thing they'll care about is what your death means for them. They have sold you this beautiful lie that the world will finally be happy and peaceful, but that's not the truth. They lied to you. Humans lie."

Tears rolled down your cheeks and Sylus cooed. His large, warm hands gently wipe your face dry and he pushes your face against his chest. Silent sobs shook your soft body and Sylus caressed you. His hands were shaking in anger and his nostrils flared when the tension drained from your body.

They put too much pressure on his sweetie. They want the only light of his life to sacrifice everything, just so that they can live peacefully? No, they will not get their damned peace.

"I say we let the world meet its end, hm?"

"Do I have a choice?", you asked, your lips pressed together.

Sylus considered you and his red eyes softened slightly. They scanned every inch of your face and leaned forward to kiss your sweet lips. "In every other scenario, you call the shots and I'm just a devoted follower. In this one, no."

Caleb:

"Caleb, you need to fly me back to Linkon, now."

Caleb raised an eyebrow and turned around to face you. He was fresh out of the shower, his hair dripping wet and his torso naked, his necklace dangling. Usually you would take that opportunity to grope his soft boobs (pecs), but he saw your serious expression and frowned. His dark eyebrows furrowed and he cupped your face.

"Pipsqueak, what's wrong?"

"It's happening, Caleb. The capital is overran by wanderers and-", you were interrupted by Caleb's chuckle. It sounded wrong to you; it wasn’t the laugh you heard whenever you told a funny joke. It sounded mean and spiteful. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him.

"Oh my God. You still believe in this stuff? You want me to fly you to a place surrounded by wanderers, so that you can die because a stupid prophecy told you so when we were kids?" He grinned, it was the biggest smile that you've ever seen on him, but it didn't reach his eyes. He chuckled and gently pinched your squishy cheek. "Come on, pipsqeak I thought you knew me better than that. You will not go anywhere." Caleb's lighthearted tone turned serious as he uttered the last sentence.

"Caleb, come on! People will die if I don't go to Linkon."

"So?"

You looked up at Caleb and saw his manic smile had disapeared and he stared at you with an emotionless expression. "Why do you have to play the hero? Why do you have to give up your life while everybody else sits around ?"

"It's not only about me. Can you imagine the amount of lives I’d save? If I won’t do it people will die Caleb! Innocent people will die!“

Caleb inhaled deeply, his eyes sharp as he looked at you. “The prophecy isn’t real. None of it is. They just want someone to do the dirty work for them incase there'll be a horde of wanderers in the capital. That‘s it.“

You crossed your arms over your chest and clenched your jaw. Your nostrils flared in frustration and you turned around. You couldn’t deal with this, right now. You need to find a way back to Linkon. How else could you return if not with Caleb’s help? But before you could take a step forwards, you felt the warm and firm embrace of Caleb’s gravity evol around you. You were physically unable to take another step and you gasped.

“Caleb! What the fuck are you doing?“, you hissed out and tried to struggle out of his grasp.

He sighed and walked a few steps toward you. Caleb cupped your cheek and wrapped you up in his warm embrace, his naked muscular chest touching your angry face. Caleb’s lips found their way to your forehead and he nosed your hair sweetly. He inhaled deeply and picked your round body up, his evol still lingering around your body.

Caleb sat you down on the bed and tucked you under the covers, ignoring the loud curses thrown his way.

“I never would’ve let you go there. Ever. Even if the entire population of Linkon would perished without your sacrifice, I‘d have kept you right here with me. Warm and alive. Everybody that demands anything else from you deserves whatever the fate awaits them.“

Overheating‼️

Xavier | Zayne | Rafayel | Sylus

Xavier thrives on physical affection. His love language is touch, so imagine his heartbreak when you start pushing him away.

The first time it happens, he's genuinely confused. You two were cuddling on the couch, his arms wrapped around you, his head buried in your neck. But then you suddenly wiggled out of his grip, fanning yourself with your hands.

"Xavi, it’s too hot."

He freezes, blinking at you like you just said something ridiculous. Too hot? Since when did that stop cuddles? He reaches for you again. Denied.

Summary : Your calls trigger them to do the unthinkable.

Warnings : 5 bitchy men. 5 bitchy endings.

Xavier

Zayne

Rafayel

Sylus

Caleb

My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."

To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.

Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."

The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.

This is never not funny.

The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.

We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.

can someone please make an sbg edit with that audio “the revolution about to be televised, you picked the right time but the wrong guy” but with ashlyn

and i need the “wrong guy” part to SPECIFICALLY BE this panel

LADS men finding out you SH

Part 3 - Rafayel

tags: self-harm (x2), angst, hurt/comfort (kinda), fluff & angst, kinda ooc, Rafayel takes good care of you

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This sucks so bad, I need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] slay the Princess. If I don’t, it will be the end of the world.

I can FINALLY repost this, happy (or distressed) season finale