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loveanddeeptrash · 12 days ago

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Gaze

4.5k words

Tags: fluff, angst, introspection, smut implied, fighting, myth mention, "Love's Silhouette" mentioned

A/N: I was never much of a Rafayel girlie until recently, seeing as how we're both Pisces and he was too sassy for me in the beginning, but he has quickly become one of my most beloved fishies to date. It wasn't until the New Years event story for him that I actually began to give him my full attention and appreciation. Now he's one of my favorite boys ♡

I went a little overboard on this haha I just meant to write little scenarios, not the deep and hidden feelings you and Rafayel would have. This is purely headcanon and a bit on how I felt the relationship with him would have naturally developed. Halfway through I felt stumped, but managed to finish this idea thanks to listening to Vocaloid

Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

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You first meet Rafayel and you're not quite sure how to feel about him. He appeared randomly one day when you were at a festival at Whitesand Bay; all charm and mystery, no worry in sight. Then he expertly gets you a goldfish from one of the stalls there before disappearing, leaving you bewildered and just outright confused. Even more so when you’re told to become his bodyguard for no apparent reason. But you play along, curious to see what this new relationship will entail - because something about him just calls to you. And you’re too blind, too befuddled. You don't recognize the longing looks nor the questioning stares as he keeps his eyes on you. All that uncertainty hidden behind every touch, every tease, it’s to the point where Rafayel even tries to convince himself that he doesn't care. Why would he? The hurt and pain is too close to his heart, too potent - having you so close yet not remembering him kills him each day he sees you. But he still goes to find you, because what other reason does he have than for the simple truth that having you near brings him peace - makes him happy. Each time he sees you react to him it brings back all of those memories, locked away, of better days. He knows not to get too close to you again, knows deep within himself that he should never try to bring you back into his world. Yet you’re his bride, his prophecy. He has your heart and always had, hiding it away in fear that you’ll ask for it back - give it to another. But Rafayel is predatory, he wants and needs and craves. Every smile calculated, every joke planned; and you none the wiser. His greed is growing and there is nothing you can do to stop him from trying to possess you, but he needs to be patient. He doesn’t want you to run away and flee from him, he’s invested too much time and dedication to have you leave. So he plays the long game, checking your reactions to everything he does and says to make sure you’re ok with whatever he gives you. Because he demands your attention, craves your affection - and now that he’s in your life there is no longer a possibility of letting you swim away.

After two months of meeting Rafayel you think you’re starting to understand this so-called artist. He’s selfish, sassy, and he never takes anything serious - he always seems to perfectly get on your nerves too. The fact that he basically strong-armed you into working for him on top of your actual job is one thing, but you let it go since he pays you and is funny about it. There are moments where he acts differently or goes silent, but you chalk it up to him being an eccentric painter with a weird view on the world. He, on the other hand, is very conflicted about you. Every time he spends a moment with you he’s reminded of the past when you two were together, and he grieves over the relationship that could have been. Then he notices the differences; you react differently, you have different opinions, even how you laugh is subtly not the same as how he remembered it - and it crushes him. Rafayel should know that you’re not the same person; but you look the same, you feel the same, you smell the same, your smile is the goddamn same. And he wants to cry, wants to burn everything he knows to a crisp. Maybe then he can get rid of this feeling of betrayal, that you left him and became someone entirely new - and yet he’s still the same, still waiting. But you reel him back into himself. You touch his hand in passing and he trails after you, you argue with him and he strives to make you concede defeat, you encourage him and think with him; and Rafayel considers that maybe this touch of disparity is what is needed to finally be together, so he takes the chance.

The two of you are at one of his art exhibits, you guarding him from danger and Rafayel in danger of dying from boredom. He’s been surrounded by pretentious art critics and potential buyers for hours, while all he wants is to leave and paint something new. However Thomas is on his heels, begging him to play nice in hopes that some of the pieces would sell for a pretty penny. So it was obvious that his eyes would begin to follow you around, a genial reprieve from his mundanity as you perused his collection.

There was a part of him that, despite his nonchalance, desperately wanted to hear what you thought about his work. Each and every piece held a bit of his heart and soul; and you, with your long connection with him, could change or break whatever ideal he held up to this point. His eyes watched as you stepped closer to one and peered in to see the strokes - unsure yourself about the skill level but you immediately knew that these pieces were masterwork. You’ve seen some of Rafayel’s works before, but they always seemed to be able to make you feel as if you could take a step into the paintings.

While his mouth continued the conversation, his gaze was locked on you - charged emotions hidden just behind his guard. Rafayel took a sip of his drink before making a comment before going back to peering over to you, taking a good and long glance as he appreciated you in your attire. You had decided to dress up for the event, something he greatly appreciated, although the artist didn’t like the fact that others were also beginning to stare at you. He had found you first, so you were his, no other was allowed to even dream of taking you for their own. It was a little alarming that Rafayel could still feel possessive of you, especially since he hadn't spent too much time with you this time around.

And yet, his eyes continued to track you. Your allure drove him to want to go to you and pull you into his arms, that tantalizing scent he got from you from time to time made him want to bury himself into your very being, and your eyes.. Rafayel found himself slipping from conversation to conversation to get closer to you, praying that you’d stop beside him and look at him - only at him. Because he was always only looking at you, and you never knew. You always didn’t know, and he begged for you to realize. To understand. To remember. Yet you didn’t.

Then four months pass since you’ve met Rafayel, and you’re looking towards the days you’re able to spend with him. He’s funny, he knows so much about so many things, and he’s even an amazing cook! There are more and more sides of him that you never knew there were and you endeavor to find them all. Sure he can still be a little annoying, but even that is starting to grow on you - maybe you even find it a little cute too. You start to notice little things about him too, things you brush off and explain away since you think he’s just being friendly towards you. It’s a new friendship and you obviously don’t want things to get weird between you two. So Rafayel pretends to be your friend, he recognizes that you’re not ready for any sort of relationship beyond that. But the man’s patient, he’s waited for you for so long that a little more time isn’t going to hurt him. He lures you in with charming flair and tender moments, playing the fool he knows he’s always been deep down whenever it pertained to you. It was pretty easy keeping everything dark and deadly away from you, Rafayel clearly didn’t want to scare you away so soon. But he gives you hints, prepares you for when you inevitably realize the truth of him and what he wants. For even though he is patient, there is only so much he’s willing to wait for until his greed decides that enough is enough.

A few new plushies had come out and you convinced Rafayel to come with you to get it. Your outings have now become rituals of ‘spontaneous inspiration’ and he has taken full advantage of using you to get out of whatever Thomas insisted he do instead. These hangouts always brought laughter out of you two, smiles and jokes abound as you two go about a normal day. He’s never going to let you know how much these little jaunts always make him happy, mostly because they meant that he was going to be able to spend the entire day with you; and what more could he ever ask for at this point.

Arriving at the arcade, the two of you beelined to the claw machines and prepared to grind. Deciding who went first was always a trial, you wanted to be the first to try and he wanted to show off. In the end, he relented and you triumphantly took stage in front of the controls. Rafayel wasn’t going to tell you that he went easy on you, seeing you look victorious was just so adorable that he couldn’t help but give in - sometimes. The silver lining was that now he could watch you at your best as you tried to grab the plushies your heart desired. Besides, you needed your own cheering squad and Rafayel was skilled enough to wish you luck.

Standing to the side, he had a clear view on how concentrated you were. The way you leaned in and glared at the plushie you wanted, the way your lip pouted in concentration, your brows furrowing as you were transfixed on getting the correct plushie; it all took his breath away as he could never look away from you. He remembered past memories, of times together where you pulled the very same expressions with him. His gaze softened and Rafayel smiled, nostalgia and adoration making him want to reach out and touch your face. But he held back, he didn’t want to scare you with his desires. He was good at waiting.

Then you spun to him and smiled, acquiring the plushie you wanted. You ran into his arms and he held you close, spinning you around in joy as the two of you celebrated your triumph. Rafayel stared up at you and you down at him, caught in the moment, and nothing else mattered to him - nothing but you. There was barely contained reverence in his gaze, the promise of a future together right on the tip of his tongue. He could have held you there forever and he would never have minded, but you grew sheepish and began to look away. And the moment was gone. Back to normalcy as he gently sets you back on your feet, but the heat from his embrace left your skin feverish and he looked away to pretend he didn’t notice.

Half a year has now passed, and there’s clear tension in your relationship. You’re starting to recognize his touches, you realize that he’s only ever sweet to you alone. You should be flattered, but you’re scared. There’s this charged attraction between you two and you don’t know how to feel about it. Rafayel makes you feel happy, he fills you with joy and dreams; and you’re fearful he’s just having fun with you, simply passing the time until something or someone else calls to inspire him. So you don’t pay it much mind. How could you? The two of you are just friends, and you think you’re ok with that. For now. And yet it happened, he managed to kiss you! Only he wasn’t expecting you to blame it on the atmosphere and pretend the two of you were still simply just friends afterwards. He panics, he’s mortified; his mind runs wildly in figuring out if he’s moved too fast. But you’re still here, still with him, and Rafayel sighs in relief. The man reprimands himself, remembering that he promised to wait for you until you yourself realized you wanted him too. But his control slipped, he got greedy - and he knew he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

For some ungodly reason you’ve managed to convince him yet again to train together. Rafayel hates running on land, but just hearing that you want to do something else with him makes the man suck it up and prepare to do just that. Even though he’s complaining, Rafayel goes with you, whining and pouting but committed to working out with you. He acts as if he doesn’t see how tight your workout clothes are, feigns ignorance as he tries not to stare at your back. Suddenly he’s gravely thirsty, chugging his water bottle with such zeal that it doesn’t take long for the man to start choking on nothing.

He follows behind you, taking his time he says, but the man would never admit that he can’t stop himself from watching you run. The sway of your hips, the tautness of your thighs, the jiggle of your behind; it’s all driving Rafayel mad with want and he doesn't know how much longer his will is able to last. At a break you calmly rest up and wipe the sweat off of yourself and he’s dying, not from exhaustion but from desire. It’s much safer to close his eyes and drink his water, if he can’t speak then maybe he won’t be able to say anything that could cross the line. Only when you go back to your workout can he look back at you, and he then proceeds to gulp the sudden lump in his throat.

After working out the artist immediately rushes to take a shower. You think it’s merely hygiene but he needs a cold shower, something to wake him up and slap some sense into himself. As the brisk waters fall on his skin, Rafayel stares at the wall as he leaned against it. The flush on your face, the glistening skin along your chest; he’s ebbing as his appetite for you grows. Closing his eyes, you’re vivid in his mind and his fists clench. Yet it’s only inevitable when his hand snakes down in a futile attempt to gain some respite, foolish as it may be..

It takes a while for you to reunite with Rafaye after, both refreshed and vibrant with life as you decide to go home together. A bump of shoulders, a brush of a hand, and the two of you grow timid - faces rosy as you look at each other before laughing. The tension is back but he smiles, taking his chance to grab your hand and entwine your fingers together. A joke here, a laugh there, and you walk hand in hand back. If the other notices that their partner is walking closer than normal then no one mentions it, both beguiled by the prospect of maybe.

It took eight months since meeting him for you to admit that you actually liked Rafayel, less than that to start dating now that your feelings were out in the open. You weren’t expecting to like him in the beginning, but he’s so very captivating and so so interesting. He was a handsome man, you knew that from the start, but even his personality was attractive; he’s playful, he’s communicative, he’s talented, and he loves to spend time with you. There were some concerning things you were beginning to notice, things you knew he was trying to hide from you - but you inquired about them nonetheless. When you two started dating Rafayel was ecstatic; you were finally with him emotionally and physically that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could kiss you, hold your hand, hug you in his arms whenever and wherever and with so much fervor that the artist was sheepishly reeling from how much he was feeling. A relationship with you left him feverish, excited to see where this new level of intimacy would take you two. Yet there was a sort of vulnerability in him that had him anxious, fearing that if you learned too much you’d see enough. All of his pain, all of his lies, all of his waiting. He feared that if you found out just how much he was you’d feel overburdened and it would strain your newfound relationship. So he hid. He smiled, he joked, he whined, then he left. If a moment, hidden behind inspiration, kept you away from realizing just how greedy he truly was then it was a small price to pay. But he was voracious, he took every little bit of affection you gave him and demanded more. Rafayel never left you for long, always coming back to you - always deeply in love and forever looking for you.

Even though your beach date got interrupted, fighting side by side together also got his blood pumping. The synergy while you two fought together was as if you two had years of experience, building on each other’s actions to demolish the protofield. The both of you smiled as you two managed to handle the enemies that came your way, you from afar and him from up close. How dare they try to harm his bride, Rafayel did not take lightly to that.

He turned to you and grinned with pompous confidence, his expression dropping when you shot at the enemy behind him. Looking back to see the Wanderer disintegrate, Rafayel turned to compliment you before he pulled you behind him and ignited what reached towards you. With round two underway, the two of you entered a sort of dance - you covering for his blind spot while he kept you safe from all directions. It was beautiful, poetic, fleeting even as the two of you flitted about on the battlefield.

And although he dodged and attacked around, the artist never had you leave his sight. You were always prime and center in his view. Rafayel was enraptured by your figure, cutting along the fight as you expertly shot down any Wanderer. Your prowess and efficiency had always fascinated him, pride blooming in his chest at the mere sight of you. Because you were amazing, you were brave, you were his girlfriend and times like these he wanted to proclaim to the world that you were his and he was devotedly yours.

Once the fight was over and the protofield vanished, the artist waited back for a moment to give you time to report to work on your findings before sweeping you up in his arms. He needed to make sure you were fine, because, even though he knew you could take care of yourself, Rafayel still wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt. And he’d kiss you, brushing hair from your face before looking down at you lovingly. Now that the adrenaline was low and you two were alone once more, he needed you in a most visceral way - and instinct always trumps humility in moments like these.

Ten months in and you’re practically living with Rafayel for half of the week. When you’re not hanging out with friends or out on missions you spend your days smiling and laughing with your boyfriend. It’s the best time of your life; lazing with him, being with him, experiencing new and invigorating events together. You’ve had many firsts with him and you can’t wait to go through so many more going forward. You were so so happy, and you’ve learned so much about Rafayel - the more you understand, the more you fall for him. Nothing could have prepared Rafayel for desiring you more and more - you, his drug that he kept looking for again and again. At this point, merely holding hands and laughing together and chaste kisses on your cheeks wasn’t enough anymore. He craved you. Ever since having a taste of your very essence, something fundamentally changed about him. No longer was he a man that was purely fueled on creating art, but a man that insisted that he breathed your very existence. This further made him continue his playful farce, trying to take nothing serious, and failing. Because he took everything about you as gospel; and he, willingly drowning himself in you.

The two of you have gone through this song and dance before; Rafayel uses you to keep Thomas away from him and you get a much needed break. After all of the missions, reports, and life issues you deal with it’s nice to be able to unwind and spend a peaceful night with your lover. It helps that the man himself is handsome, funny, and super talented. Some days you two go out on dates together, while other days the two of you stay indoors and you watch him work on his paintings. You’re never blamed when you eventually end up dozing off almost every time.

As a result the painting is always abandoned, incomplete, as Rafayel decides that watching you sleep is much more interesting. He couldn’t help it, not when your beauty mixed with his love for you always drew him to you. Every day, every time. To watch your chest softly rise and fall with each breath, your tranquil face without fear as you catch up on some much needed rest. If only Rafayel could mix the proper paints to capture your image, to show the world just how ethereal you truly were - he’d open his own private showing of every painting he’d make of you. His muse, his bride, his heart.

Softly, so as not to wake you, he runs his knuckles across your cheek. His lithe fingertips tracing your jaw before capturing your chin, thumb adoringly stroking your lower lip with such affection. Quiet moments like these fuel his existence, they make him glad to exist simply for the chance to spend it with you. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on your cheek, taking some of your hair in hand and bringing it to his lips. Watching you sleep is slowly becoming an obsession, wanting nothing more than to gaze at your face for eternity if allowed. And, by the sea, he’s allowed - your love, the only affirmation he needs to continue being by your side.

How blessed he is to have found you again; every trial and tribulation preparing him for the day that he’d reunite with you. Now he has hope, he has aspirations; a life with you, the only goal he ever dared to covet. It’s so close to being attained, just a little more patience and you’ll be his forevermore. While he had always been yours from the get-go, Rafayel can’t stop himself from wishing for more: a fantastical happy ending, one for you and him.

And then a year has come to pass, a whole year of loving and being loved by Rafayel. Intimate moments sweetening the more painful memories; learning, understanding, and growing. You meet his family, he meets your friends. Nothing is hidden between you two and love continuously grows as the days go by. Futures together are planned, dreams and wishes spoken into reality, and you can’t help but look forward to spending your lives together. Because he’s your heart, and you’re the very meaning of his life. It would be a lie if he said that introducing you to everyone he still cared for wasn’t nerve-wracking; if even one of them said they didn’t like you then Rafayel was hard pressed in figuring out a gentle way of breaking ties with them. Good thing they all liked you, especially his aunt. So now that you had the figurative blessing of his family, there was nothing that could ever stop him from loving you and living for you. His love was burning brighter and stronger in his chest and the artist was sure that any more ardor would cause his chest to burst into a blaze of devotion. Yet he wasn’t scared anymore. You were forever with him now and he knew for a fact that your bond with him was stronger than ever before. He would no longer shy away from showing you his sincerity, wanting you to join his world permanently. Sure there would always be dangers to your future, but Rafayel was adamant in protecting you. Keeping things hidden from you was a challenge now, since he wanted to tell you everything, but you were better off not knowing some things. For your safety, he reasoned, but it was also for himself. A small flicker of fear remained inside him, daunted by the idea that you’d still run away from him if you saw a glimpse of the darkness inside him.

A new year, a new goal. Now that your relationship was established, talks about what’s to come next start to commence around you. It was decided to spend it with his friends and family, so you and everyone else got to planning. Rafayel found it adorable that you were really into making the celebration amazing so he’d try to help, get on your nerves, and you’d scold him appropriately. He smiled the entire time, pleased with himself that he could get your attention away from planning and onto him. Yet duty waits for no one as he had to step out of town for work, a moment you were glad to have so you could plan in peace.

But then he was late; Rafayel was supposed to be here to celebrate with everyone. Neither of yours or Thomas’ calls reached him and you were beginning to worry, and then he arrived. All flair and gusto, and obviously with a dramatic scene. You change into the dress Talia gave to you, dinner commences, party activities ensue, and you enjoy the time with your lover. Then a kiss gets stolen and you flee to cool down, only to find out that Rafayel planned this entire thing himself.

You find him outside in the courtyard, hanging paper cuttings by the window, and your breath gets stolen. He looks calmer, more at peace. All of the weight and negativity you saw him have in the beginning of meeting him is now gone as he continues by himself. You’re almost hesitant to step closer, disturb his thoughts, but you’re also enraptured by how soft and gentle he looks. Realization hits you on just how much you love him, just how much you want to be with him. He’s everything you ever wanted and now he’s yours.

And then he turns, sees you, and smiles - and you finally realize. Rafayel has loved you immensely for a very long time, and you felt blessed. Simply walking into his line of sight is enough to make him happy, and you think that’s enough. You two joke, you laugh, you hug, and then kiss. Every emotion passes between the two of you, intense yet not enough, and confessions further solidifying your love for each other. And you know that forever is only a step away.

You love him and he loves you, and you have all of eternity together to prove it.

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loveanddeeptrash · 16 days ago

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Small Break Addendum

Just assume I take breaks after every post spree, I don't want to take too long but I'm trying my best. And forcing myself to churn out posts would only hurt my willingness to continue writing.. Plus, going through life stuff always takes time away from me.

On a brighter note, Safe Return is going to be a multi chapter just like Reset cuz apparently my inspiration works like that haha Hopefully it'll just be one more big chapter and then I can work on the next idea.

I don't know what idea I'll work on next at this moment, but I think inspiration is telling to work on Gaze next. I'm trying to stop myself from coming up with more ideas to write about, but they just keep coming sob

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loveanddeeptrash · 16 days ago

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Safe Return

Rafayel Prologue

2.7k words

Tags: angst, fluff and comfort, sin incoming, more angst incoming

A/N: I had this idea when Sylus first came out, a long time ago. But since I decided to start writing fanfiction again, I decided to just post everything I had thought to myself. Especially since the main story never told us how the boys would have reacted after this plot point, it was just swept over, and you know for a fact those boys would be very concerned over us.

I decided to break this series into smaller bits, or else I'd take ages in posting haha.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~ Add something here

It was safe to assume that you were a little confused and overwhelmed after everything you went through in the N109 Zone, especially when dealing with a certain white-haired boss man you didn’t even know existed until then. Sure you found what you had originally gone there for, but you got even more questions that you didn’t even know how to answer.

What did it even mean that you supposedly knew someone that you had no memory of? How were you sure you could even trust this man when all he did was get on your nerves and test you any chance he could? And these supposed memories you reclaimed after the fight, did you really want to remember them? It all felt surreal and dreamlike when you actually thought about it, but you didn’t trust yourself. Not when it came to him.

Were you even allowed to feel disturbed when you didn’t even want them? The entire experience felt convoluted and strange, not to mention all these foreign emotions weren’t giving you a moment’s peace. Honestly, all this thinking was making you overheat - you were sure that this wasn’t going to be good for you. You felt feverish so you headed home, wanting nothing more than distance between you and that dark and dreary place. You needed to find somewhere where you could simply be with your own thoughts.

The first thing you did when you returned to Linkon was turn off your phone, one less way for anyone to find you. You needed some time by yourself to think about everything, even if you could swear that smoke was coming out of your ears by how much thinking you’ve been doing. Maybe spending time somewhere that was calm and quiet would help you process everything. But where? The park had too many people walking by; your home didn’t feel like it was safe either, what with all the electronics whirring around you; and you didn’t want to go into work or else you’d be swamped with paperwork that could be pushed back to another day. So you drove around on your bike, trying to figure out where you should stay when you’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of crashing waves - you had somehow, without crashing, managed to arrive at Whitesand Bay.

Parking in one of the lots by the beach, you let out a long breath and looked around. The gentle breeze blowing along the waves brought a gentle tinge of salt and life, filling your lungs with a promised tranquility for as long as you stayed here. Your hair blew behind you, the sun kissed your skin, the distant calls of the gulls told you that today was going to be a normal and simple day; a day with no obligations or expectations placed on you. A light smile graced your face and you got off your bike, maybe a little meandering would do you good. Some time by yourself to let your mind wander, to unwind, while the people around you went on with their lives without even thinking of you - a world of your own in daily life.

You walked along the streets, admiring the little shops and stalls lining the street as you perused but didn’t buy. It was just an everyday sort of peace; the shops kept busy, the birds above kept flying, the cars zoomed by, people coming and going with their own thoughts - none of them ever about you. A spent sigh leaves you as you will yourself to just be a normal person for now, a break from yourself. Every negative thought in your mind faded away as the mere enjoyment of walking down a happy street filled you with contentment.

Each shop you passed had their own specialties. You remember the artisanal cafes, with their innovative flavor combinations and designs; you know of the beach memorabilia sold nearby the beach access area, luring in tourists with their easy bait; you’ve tried some of the local cuisine, most of it seafood but the occasional regional restaurant always garnered attention. There were a lot of clothing stores mixed in as well, most selling beach attire but the occasional outlier didn't do too badly either. Even the pubs and bars, always bustling with people and cheer; celebrating and roaring with laughter over a good drink.

It was charming, seeing people happily live their lives made you feel that everything you went through at work was well worth it.

To pass the time, you decided to check out the various shops you never thought to enter. Window shopping was always a fun pastime that you admittedly was too busy to do recently, so you decided to indulge a little and have a bit of fun. You mind couldn’t help but admit that this would have been so much more fun if your boyfriend was here with you, but last you checked he was busy with his art and you didn’t want to intrude. Yet your mind wandered, imagining the sassy and hilarious comments he would make whenever you asked for his opinion - humble bragging even that he could make something so much better.

A smile grew at that, now considering whether or not to send him a message. But that would require you to turn on your phone, so you decided against it.

You were leaning over a shelf holding merchandise, examining an over the top lamp that had seashells glued on the exterior, when you felt a presence behind you. They kept to themselves as you whimsically thought about whether you needed the silly lamp for your bedroom. A charming idea came to you then, keeping your smile to yourself as you tried to keep a straight face - because you obviously knew who had found you, you were even beginning to wonder when he’d realize you were in the neighborhood.

It took you a while to examine every nook and cranny of the lamp, taking extra time and care to see if the obvious blobs of hot glue would bother you. Pulling back, you held your chin in thought as your eyes looked away from the person beside you. You hummed lightly as you mulled it over in your head, accepting the fact that it wouldn’t really mesh well with your other decorations. With a final nod you went to grab your phone to check the time when you remembered that you had turned it off, your hand frozen mid action before letting it fall back to your side.

“It wouldn’t really fit my room’s aesthetic, would it?” you asked out loud, as if no one else was around to hear. Such a dilemma..

A mop of indigo hair came into view beside you as the person also looked closer at the lamp, scrutinizing it, “You want a lamp this gaudy?” His voice was sacchirine, teasing you for even entertaining the idea of buying such a sloppy lamp.

You hummed in response, arms crossed as you held your face in hand, looking away to look at something else.

“I can make you a better one if ya want,” he added, stepping closer in an attempt to catch your eye.

Walking away, you saw a small collection of supposedly hand-made scarves.

Incensed, he followed after you, “What’s got your eye now?”

Your hands went to grab a scarf with a cute wave motif, checking how soft the wool seemed to be, “Hmm, this feels like it’d become itchy if I wore it for too long..”

He huffed at being ignored again, his haughty voice continued, “I’ll knit you a buncha scarves, mine would be so much better than this mess.”

Before you could clearly see who it was, you turned around and went to check something else - away from him. This was becoming almost like a game now: you’d check on something with any amount of interest and he’d try to tell you that he was far better at the craft and try to get you to look at him - only for you to look at something else and walk away from him, repeat the cycle. You could tell that the man was starting to get exasperated, his words clipped and tone heated, but you simply smiled bigger and bigger each time his attempts were thwarted. It wasn’t until you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind that you couldn’t continue ignoring him, bringing an end to your silly game. Your hands laid over theirs and you looked down, feeling his chin rest on your shoulder with what you could only imagine as a huge pout.

“Done ignoring me?” you heard him whine bitterly, holding you closer to his chest. “This was fun in the beginning, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me on purpose now,” he continued, rubbing his cheek against the skin of your neck in protest. You should feel bad, for playing with him, but it was just so much fun hearing how irritated he was becoming the longer this went on.

“Are you mad at me? Is that why you won’t look at me?” he grumbled, peeking up at you from where he held you. He tried to keep his insecurities locked away, but getting ignored by you was never something he wanted to experience. An apology was required now, but he locked his needs away in fear that you’d think him too much with how possessive he was trying not to be - and he was failing at it. He had barely found you again, managed to start dating you again, and he was so scared of ruining it again. Rafayel couldn’t lose you again. It would break him irreparably.

A soft chuckle left you as you stood there with your clingy boyfriend, rubbing your thumb over the top hand on your stomach. It was sweet and cute whenever he was whining, it was always why you egged him on in these moments - it made you feel warm inside since he always seemed vulnerable with you. You were beginning to understand just how much attention he was with you, demanding your never-straying attention, and you found it endearing. What that said about you was something you didn’t want to know, but your relationship with Rafayel was something you’d never let go of.

But your smile soon left when you remembered what the two of you had talked about before you left for the N109 Zone. Letting out a sigh before you gently pried his hands away from you, you knew that you could no longer stall for time. Turning to face him, you snaked your hands around his neck. You looked into his eyes and felt his hands wrap around you and land on your waist, not letting you go. “I’m not mad Rafayel, I just needed some time to myself,” you explained, leaning in and resting your head on his chest.

He regarded what you said, reflecting on your words before letting out a sigh. So you didn’t hate him, good. He could have sworn that you would have returned angry at him for what he did to help you when you came to him; he thought that you wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore when he showed you just how dangerous the underground world could be. Even though you had come to him to ask for help, he knew how dangerous the N109 Zone was for someone as righteous as you were. You could have gotten hurt and there was no one Rafayel could blame but himself.

Rafeyel could only thank the ocean that you had returned, alive and in one piece. That mere fact grounded him, hugging you back even tighter with all the love and adoration he kept deep in his heart. It made him feel all warm and sappy, his raging emotions feeling raw and vulnerable inside after the inner turmoil he went through while waiting - and he knew how much he hated waiting for you, it pained him deeply at remembering the past.

He was genuinely happy you still wanted to spend time with him. Even after showing you a small glimpse of how ugly Rafayel could be, you came back - and that was all he had ever wanted of you. To return to him. To choose him. To love only him. And he was always yours, always waiting, always willing to love you again and again.

It was a gamble for sure, but you were here now, with him, and that was all the answer he needed from you. You still chose to be with him and now he was not letting you go. Never again.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Rafayel glanced over to you as the two of you stood together. You two were still standing in the middle of the store, arms around each other, and you were beginning to gather a curious crowd of onlookers. The attention wasn’t something you wanted. A sigh left you at his antics, forgetting for a brief moment that your boyfriend could get pretty clingy with you. Relenting, you simply shook your head and began playing with the collar of his shirt.

“What does that mean?” he leaned in closer to tease, the lilt in his voice causing you to smile.

“Do you want me to tell you what happened?” you teased back, flattening his shirt before looking up at him.

“Well duh, I obviously want to hear what happened after you left,” Rafayel huffed, grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers together.

You smiled at him, swinging your arms back and forth between you two as you walked out of the store.

As the sun began to descend, the two of you didn’t immediately return to his studio. You two walked along the street, perusing once more through the store and stalls on your way. It was a sort of impromptu date the two of you went on, even grabbing a quick bite before arriving at the front entrance gate of Mo Art Studio. Rafayel opened the gate and walked in with you in hand, locking up behind you two while you looked around the greenery. You couldn’t help but compare how full of life and light it was here compared to the N109 Zone, it made you feel conflicted - you couldn't help but let your mind wander to Sylus, even though you abhorred the mere idea of him.

Rafayel must have noticed your expression because he stepped in front of you and tilted your head up to face him. “What’s wrong?” he inquired, his brows furrowing as he pouted a little. Your gaze dropped as you gave him a bitter smile, feeling a little conflicted. Shutting him out, your eyes closed as your mind began to overthink.

How were you going to explain to him that someone that wasn’t him was trying, basically forcing you, to get you to remember something you didn’t? How was he going to feel when you tell him that this other man had basically confessed and expected you to choose to be with them since ‘we were the same’ when you had a whole life here in Linkon? It felt slimy, having someone other than Rafayel want to stay with you? You didn’t even know this man, and whatever he said about the two of you needing to be together was not gonna fly with you. Even if Sylus was a handsome man, you were a loyal woman and besides; Rafayel was the man you wanted to be with, even if he could be childish and clingy.

Looking up at Rafayel, you gave him a small smile, “Let’s go inside first.”

Dutifully, Rafayel pulled you by the hand and led you in. Inside the art studio was dark since no one had been in until now, so Rafayel fluttered about as he turned on the overhead lights. You made your way to the couch in the living room and grabbed one of the blue pillows, hugging it close as you relaxed and waited. Your body shifted as someone sat beside you, looking over you saw that Rafayel gave you a confident smile. Suddenly feeling all of the exhaustion you hid hit you, you laid your head on his shoulder and looked ahead. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer, getting ready to hear what you had to say.

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loveanddeeptrash · 17 days ago

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Xavier Prologue

2.7k words

Tags: angst, fighting, swords, fluff and comfort, sin incoming, more angst incoming

I decided to break this series into smaller bits, or else I'd take ages in posting haha.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

There was no way you were having a conversation with him as he drove you home, especially with what went down in the N109 Zone. It was too soon, you needed to comprehend everything you had learned on your last mission. What didn’t help was his smarmy attitude with you and his know-it-all mindset. The sooner you were far away from Sylus the better, you just knew he was nothing but trouble.

Immediately your mind went to your partner, you had left him behind on this mission and you so desperately wanted to see him. Your relationship with him notwithstanding, the two of you had just recently started dating and you couldn’t be happier. Turning to look out the window, your adamant refusal to say anything was beginning to get to Sylus - his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“Cat got your tongue, Sweetie?” Sylus’ velvety voice shot shivers up your spine.

You glared even more outside and crossed your arms, watching the street go by.

And then his laugh filled the air, amusement tinting his voice, “And after everything I did to help you..”

Your nose scrunched up even more, ignoring everything he said - or at least you tried to.

“Come now, Kitten. Surely you’re not going to give me the cold shoulder when I’m driving you home,” he sounded playfully dejectful, his grin never leaving his lips.

“I didn’t ask you to,” you hissed, glaring at the man for a moment before looking away. It didn’t matter what he said, even if you did know him from long ago, you were not going to deal with him anymore today. You were tired, you had a lot to think about, and everything he said was getting on your nerves. Sure Sylus deserved your thanks for all the help he gave you, but right now all you wanted to do was slip into bed and maybe lounge around with your partner - who happened to be your boyfriend.

You could feel how intensely Sylus was looking at you, eyes burrowing deep into your skull as you still refused to look at him. Please, couldn’t he just leave you alone before you wanted to shoot him again? As long as he gave you time, you promised to think about a possible partnership with him. Strictly business, you didn’t need another man complicating your relationship right now - especially since you were beginning to suspect that your boyfriend was the jealous type - and a very possessive one at that.

Deep in your thoughts, you almost missed what street you were on until it finally registered. “You can drop me off here, I can walk the rest of the way,” you suggested, feeling a headache already starting to blossom. But the car kept going, causing you to glare back at Sylus as you saw his grin grow that much more.

“Sylus! Pull over!” you growled, almost having half a mind to just jump out of the moving car.

“I thought you weren’t going to talk to me,” Sylus teased, causing a groan to come out of you.

You were about to start throwing a tantrum in the car when Sylus pulled over in front of your complex.

“Oh look, we’re here,” he hummed, looking over to you with a satisfied smirk.

It took you no time to get out of the car and start walking towards the complex, but that blasted energy of his stopped you. How were you even able to resonate with him after everything you went through? Ok sure, it was a life or death situation, but the man himself could have made things easier for you. “Let go of me,” you snarled, struggling but unable to move. Sylus used his Evol to move you towards him as he stepped out, underneath a streetlight so he could see you better - even though the harsh lighting was giving the man dark shadows.

“Manners, Sweetie. That’s no way to say goodbye to your new partner,” Sylus grinned, leaning over you as he looked down at your face.

“I swear Sylus, if you don’t let me go right this instant-” your words died when the light overhead flickered out. Looking up at the lights, you saw that one by one the streetlamps turned off as if something had stolen the electricity in the immediate vicinity. And that’s when a shining light clashed in front of you before an arm held you close. Whoever held you was warm and soft, the scent instantly bringing safety to your mind. Xavier was here.

Before you could even say anything your trusty partner pushed you behind him and stood between you and the new face, eyes trained on him. For who he was, Sylus stood relaxed with his hands in his pockets - seemingly too confident. “Xavier, wait,” you tried to intervene, stepping closer to grab onto your partner’s shirt. Crimson eyes glanced at where you touched, eyes narrowing before Sylus regarded his enemy. Likewise Xavier glared back at the other, refusing to back down against someone that looked to him as if they were bothering his partner. His.

Sylus offered a sardonic grin, brows furrowing at the other man, “Feeling better now that your little knight is here?”

Xavier didn’t know what was going on between you and them, but he didn’t like the fact that you even talked with them. “Don’t step any closer,” he stood poised, ready to start a fight if need be. Seeing this, you tried to pull him away from Sylus - glancing between the two as you tried to figure out why they were so hostile. Ok, you understood Xavier, but Sylus?

The only thing you could do was glare at the two men, finding all of this ridiculous as you stepped in between them. “Alright, knock it off. The both of you,” you pointed at the two men. Pointing to Xavier, “Don’t cause a scene for the neighbors to gawk at.” Pointing to Sylus, “You need to leave. We can discuss this later.” Your partner lowered his sword but remained vigilant against the other, Sylus simply grinned and seemed to be placated. You let out a sigh and went to grab Xavier by the arm, glancing over your shoulder towards Sylus for a moment before walking home.

The entire walk back had been silent, you fuming about earlier and Xavier pouting at the end result. He was happy that you had chosen to go back with him, but he also wasn’t happy that you had promised this stranger that you’d keep in touch. It didn’t elude him that they both had white hair, maybe you had a thing for that, but he was not getting replaced. It took him so long to find you, it was his duty and privilege to take care of you and make sure you were safe and loved. And letting some other guy try to step in was not something he was going to let happen. “Who was that?” he softly hissed, standing behind you as you pulled him to his apartment.

You hummed in response, pulling back from your thoughts as you glanced back at your partner. “Just someone who helped me when I was in the N109 Zone,” you commented off handedly, dismissively even as you arrived at his door.

“Didn’t sound like just someone,” Xavier pouted even more, looking down at his feet.

“He helped me, I helped him. That was it,” you countered, punching in the code to his door to open.

“Sounded like he wanted to be your new partner,” the man continued, his voice soft and mope which lessened the edge he had about him right now.

“Xavier, you know that you’re my partner. No one’s going to replace you,” you felt exasperated, only wanting a shower and a nap.

Hearing the beep that signified the door was unlocked, you went to turn the handle - stopping when Xavier slammed a hand beside your head. His breath was warm against your neck, glancing over to see your partner stand over you. “Didn’t sound like he thought that,” his voice was low, rich, lips lowering to your neck as the man stepped closer. Your back straightened up when you felt Xavier plant a soft kiss on your skin, his arm wrapping around your waist. Whatever Xavier was thinking made him want to claim you, here and now, no other man was going to be able to steal you from him if they all knew who you were with. Your hand shook on the handle, breath starting to grow heavy. It made no sense as to why Xavier felt like he needed to prove himself to you, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and Sylus - no matter what that man said. And yet..

Tension grew when the two of you heard a chime from your phone, you had just received a message. Moving his hand from the wall, Xavier dug in your pocket to fish out your phone. He held it out in front of the both of you and saw a name on the screen: Sylus.

And so you opened the door.

With all the fear in the world, you ran in and tried to escape your partner’s grasp. You didn’t do anything wrong, it was just a simple message, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty as your boyfriend saw you messaging someone else. Someone that, begrudgingly, was very very handsome. And you knew how Xavier got..

You didn’t make it to the bathroom when two strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up and rendering you incapable of escaping.

“Xavier! Xavier put me down!” you flailed your legs about, hands struggling to pry his arms away.

The man simply walked you to his bedroom, silently as he pouted in disapproval.

“Xavier, please!” you tried again, breathing heavily as you wondered just how mad he was.

Xavier placed his knee on his bed and placed you down, hovering over you before holding you in a tight embrace. You gasped at how tight he was holding you, head leaning back as he moved his head into the crook of your neck. “Xavier,” you gasped, lightly patting his back, “Too tight, let go..!” His grip loosened around you, but his arms still remained around you. A sigh left you, staring up at the wall as you were rendered unable to move. So you began to rub your partner’s back, wondering where your life was heading to now.

It was peaceful, laying in bed with your partner, your mind was able to relax and calm down from the events in the N109 Zone. A huge breath left you as you let the peace soak in, a light smile gracing your face. Looking down at Xavier, your brow quirked in question, “Feeling better now?” The only answer you got was a soft groan and his arms tightening around you, making you laugh in amusement. Your hands soon begin to run through his hair, feeling warm and safe - safe with him.

Blue eyes peered up at you from your chest, brows furrowed as he was still moping about. You relented to his mopey pout, your soft spot for this adorable idiot always winning over your anger or annoyance. One of your hands slipped from his hair and traced his cheek before cupping his chin, “You don’t have to worry about anything. I went into the N109 Zone to find a protocore and I met him in my search. He promised to help me if I helped him, we found the protocore and then lost it. It was strictly business and nothing else happened.” It was a sorely condensed version of what actually happened, but you knew that he wouldn’t understand nor appreciate the fact that Sylus basically implied that you were connected with the boss man. Deciding to hide that away from Xavier might bite you in the butt later, but at this very moment it was very important to you that he understood that there was nothing romantically happening between you and Sylus.

A soft hum left your partner’s lips, his eyes watching your face in case there was any microexpression that belied that you were lying to him. Looking to the side, the man pouted that much more as he mulled over the information he was given. He knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, he knew that he could trust you and you him; but at the same time Xavier was worried that you would meet someone that would take all of your attention away from him and leave him all alone. Again. Xavier couldn’t stand being without you again. So he smooshed his face into your chest again and sighed, letting go of all of the negativity he held about the situation.

“Did you get hurt?” Xavier was muffled, trying to make sure that nothing else happened to you.

“No, I’m fine. Aside from a fight with a Wanderer, but you know I can handle those,” you responded, ignoring the explosion or the forced resonances you had to go through.

“Did he do anything to you?” your boyfriend peeked up at you again, those clear blue eyes intense as they were filled with emotion.

You hesitate for a moment, looking away when Xavier looked at you as if he knew, “Nothing that hurt.”

“What did he do to you,” he insisted, moving himself up closer to your face.

His hand cupped your cheek and gently moved your face back to him, he tried to meet your eyes but they remained avoidant. “You can tell me. I’m your partner right? We have each other’s back and help each other when the other needs help. So you can tell me,” his soft voice melted any and all trepidation you had. You could feel his lips plant tender little kisses on your cheek, trailing them down along your jaw. Letting out a sigh, you simply closed your eyes before looking at him, cupping his face between your hands.

He was so handsomely kind. So soft and gentle yet strong. You knew that your partner was tenacious, he was also patient, smart, and resilient. There was no one else you’d want to have as your partner, and you had hoped he knew how much you appreciated him. But you could tell his concerns, it was almost as if he was deathly scared that you’d leave him and choose to be with someone else. Nothing in your mind could explain why Xavier thought that, but you were sure that you simply needed to placate him. A light smile fell on your lips and you leaned in, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Nothing bad, he was just trying to resonate with me,” you explain, confused as well. You could remember the desperation Sylus had when he tried again and again to force a resonance with you, but to no avail. You remembered the pain and anger he tried to hide when they never worked, a common repulsion separating you two. But when you two resonated at last, you remembered how elated and expectant he was with you. How you could only pity and feel guilty towards him since you could never reciprocate anything the man wanted from you. Simply because you loved Xavier, and never in the world you would ever do anything to ruin your relationship with him.

The man before you felt a complex array of emotions, now knowing that someone tried to resonate with you. Someone tried to take you away from him, and the ugly pit inside him promised to boil over. How dare they try to steal you away, you were his and he was never going to let anyone take you from him. He didn’t spend centuries looking for you just to lose you again. His heart hurt with the possibility, his face scrunching in pain at the mere fact that he could have lost you and he wouldn’t have known until after the fact. Xavier hid his face into your neck and held you even tighter, willing his heart to calm down before he scared you away.

“Still,” he begged, placing his hand over yours, “Tell me all of it, I want to know.”

You sighed, conflicted about being truthful, “But..”

Xavier simply looked at you with all of the adoration in the world, leaning in the rest of the way and kissing you, “Please.”

Your resolve was crumbling, a sigh escaping you as you gave in, “Alright, but you might not like some of it.”

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loveanddeeptrash · 18 days ago

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Zayne Prologue

2.7k words

Tags: angst, anxiety, panic, paranoia, fluff and comfort, sin incoming, more angst incoming

A/N: I had this idea when Sylus first came out, a long time ago. But since I decided to start writing fanfiction again, I decided to just post everything I had thought to myself. The idea lowkey came to me in a dream, so I'm just trying to remember how it went haha Especially since the main story never told us how the boys would have reacted after this plot point, it was just swept over, and you know for a fact those boys would be very concerned over us.

I decided to break this series into smaller bits, or else I'd take ages in posting haha.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

Edit: 14.06.25 Changed imobile to immobile smh

Loud and heavy breathing littered the air around you as you clutched your jacket and blindly hurried down the street. You weren't quite running but you weren’t walking either; you needed to get home. Away from all the lights, away from all the sounds. If there were no electronics then it would be better, that way he wouldn't be able to watch you.. But your home wasn’t a safe place, he already knew where you lived and was already able to keep an eye on you long before you two met. Home wasn’t safe either then, he could look in on you easily.

Everything was blurry and surreal, nothing was registering in your mind as your hand dragged against a wall while you made your way.. Somewhere. But where? In this day and age every place had some sort of electrical or digital apparatus, anything could get hacked into and become the new eyes for him. You didn’t even know where you even were, but outside felt too exposed and your delirium was only building the longer you didn’t lock yourself away. And then you remembered, Zayne! His place didn’t have a lot of electronics, he was always more of a strict minimalist and his decor showed it - but he was your boyfriend and you felt safe with him.

Something touched your shoulder and you screamed, instinctively turning around and punching whatever it was that startled you. It didn’t help that the something had grabbed your fist and rendered you immobile, another yell leaving your lips as you kicked at him to get away. They groaned and you booked it, stumbling out of reach and away from whoever it was now that you were free; however strong arms managed to wrap themselves around your waist and lift you off of your feet. You heard a voice, but you were too strung up to even recognize it or hear what they were saying. Yet there was only so much flailing one could do before giving up, and you eventually calmed down and relaxed. It was only then that you heard a familiar voice trying to calm you down.

“Zayne?” you softly gasped, tears already beginning to burn your eyes.

“I’m right here, I have you,” his gentle voice warming your ear.

“Zayne, I..” you hiccup, limp and tired and scared.

“Shhh, it’s ok. You’re alright,” he hummed, placing your feet back onto the ground as he slowly turned you around to look at you.

Your eyes were on the ground, brow furrowed as you desperately tried to remain calm. But the mere feel of his hands on you, comforting you, unwound a tight knot that had developed on your most recent trip.

The way his touch ran along your sides, making sure you were alright. The way his raspy voice wrapped around you in security as if a blanket was snug around you, promising comfort and stability. A long sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and trusted yourself to the other, your entire body relaxing as the adrenaline left your system completely. Zayne immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you to him, supporting your weight as you could no longer stand up on your own. You can’t help but press your face into his chest, his warmth and smell enveloping you even more.

You knew you were safe with him.

Nothing was making sense to you. All you could remember was somehow getting into Zayne’s car and being buckled in before you started violently shaking when he suggested taking you to the hospital. The fact that you were hyperventilating caused him to worry over you that much more, but the fact that you vehemently refused to even get checked out at an institution was weighing heavily on his mind. He had no choice but to take you to his home when even suggestions of going to yours caused you to grow increasingly nauseous. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to be in his home, the man loved it when you spent time with him in any capacity, but Zayne was getting really concerned that there was something medically wrong with you.

He knew you had gone on a dangerous mission somewhere, but he wasn’t sure of the details. The mere fact that something happened on said mission that was gravely affecting you caused him to furrow his brow as he thought about what could have possibly have affected you so much. Regardless, Zayne was adamant on making sure you were ok before even asking you about it. As he drove, the doctor kept glancing at you from time to time yet each time you were simply sitting there with your eyes closed. It was only when the car neared a stoplight or anything electrical or mechanical did you react - you’d curl into yourself and try to hide away as if you didn’t want to be seen. That alerted him deeply, something did indeed happen to you on your mission and he was going to find out.

At last the two of you arrived at his house. Zayne looked over to you as his gate opened before parking in front, closing the gate behind them as he turned off the car. He sat there for a minute, watching you with your eyes closed as you tried to remain as calm as you possibly could. The man reached out to brush some of your hair from your face but quickly stilled when you flinched upon being touched; his jaw set as he retracted his hand and clenched his fist. “We’re here,” he softly explained, waiting patiently as he remained still. He didn’t want to scare you anymore so the man opted to wait and watch while you willed yourself to move.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and unbuckled yourself - eyes low as you couldn't quite look up to meet his gaze. You knew that this wasn’t being fair to him, knew that Zayne would never hurt you, but you also knew that you needed to calm down and relax before you could even process what happened. Everything that Sylus had talked to you about, all the memories and hidden meanings, made you second guess everything you thought you knew. And it wasn’t right to take it out on Zayne when all he ever did was worry about you.

Taking a deep breath, you finally looked up to see Zayne and you froze. There was a bird on the tree in front of his house behind him, and the quick correlation gripped your heart tight. You dove into Zayne’s chest and hid your face in his chest, clinging to him in an attempt to hide away from being surveilled. It helped that Zayne himself wrapped his arms around you in automatic comfort, perplexed and confused as to why you reacted that way. He tried to turn to see what had you so spooked, but his attention was quickly stolen when you spoke. “L-let’s go inside. Quick!”

Zayne ushered you in and locked the door behind him, arms wrapped around you as you had refused to separate from him as you two entered. He could only see a bird fly away from a tree near his house when he tried to find what had scared you, but the man failed to see what was so scary about it. Turning to look at you again, Zayne kept you in his arms as he slowly guided you to the couch. When he tried to step away, you refused to even let him go so he was forced to sit down with you. Watching you still be scared caused the man to furrow his brow as he frowned, gently rubbing soothing circles on your back for comfort.

“What has you so scared, hmm?” his voice was soft and gentle, worried.

You didn’t answer.

“Have you eaten?” Zayne tried again, prompting you to respond with a lighter topic.

You shook your head.

“Do you want to eat something with me?” his hand felt warm against your back, comforting and centering you.

Again, you shook your head.

“So you don’t want to eat with me?” he quipped, a brow raising as he tried to lightly tease.

You stilled for a moment, unsure what to do in response.

“I didn’t know you didn’t like eating with me. I would have stopped inviting you out earlier than this had I known,” he continued, slightly smiling when he saw you begin to squirm.

You couldn’t help but peer up at him with an annoyed look - you didn’t want to talk, not stop eating with him. A heated sigh left you as you saw the amusement in his eyes, he had managed to get you to look at him. Looking away, you simply furrowed your brow in annoyance. “You know I do, I’m just not hungry right now..”

Zayne hummed in response as he inwardly preened at seeing you no longer hide away from him anymore. His hand felt so comforting on your back that you couldn’t help relax in his arms, almost melting against him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he simply asked, not trying to force you to say anything else.

You started to shake your head but soon stopped, looking down for a moment before glancing up, “Not right now, at least.”

He could accept that.

“Let me go make some tea then, you must be cold from being outside for so long,” Zayne began, trying to pull away before you quickly held him even tighter.

“No! Don’t!” you immediately stopped him, looking up at him with panic as you clung to his coat.

Zayne immediately stopped moving and looked at you, slightly alarmed that you reacted so heavily to him trying to leave you. Relaxing, the man reached up and cupped your face in his hand - bringing you closer. “What’s going on? Why don’t you want me to leave? The kitchen is close by so I won’t be far,” he inquired, worry deepening the crease between his brows as he looked at your face. He needed to know more to understand why being separated was a bad idea.

Your mouth opened but nothing came out, closing it before trying again. “I.. Listen..” you sighed when your words began to jumble, annoyed with yourself as you let out a breath in anger.

“No electronics,” you finalized, looking up at Zayne.

“No electronics,” he repeated, puzzled.

“No machines either, anything that could connect to the internet,” you finalized, feeling a lot better now that you had said that.

He paused for a moment as he regarded you, trying to understand a little more on why, but he nodded in the end, “Alright, nothing connecting to the internet,” Zayne surmised, looking away as he thought for a moment, “I think I still have a kettle I can use for the water.” Looking back at you, his brow rose, “Am I allowed to make tea now or did you want to come with me?” The man watched you as you mulled over your thoughts, patient as you finally reached your conclusion. With a nod, the two of you got up and went to the kitchen.

His house always looked so clean, so proper, the sparse decorations never made the place look empty. The white walls and tall windows always made the place feel bright with a refined touch to the design. You had noticed before that he didn’t have a lot of electronics cluttering the area, so in hindsight maybe staying with him would keep you safe for a moment longer. A light smile fell on your lips, looking down at the marbled top on his kitchen island as your thoughts continued. Zayne would definitely protect and take care of you if you’re in trouble, which you weren’t necessarily in, but if you could only just explain how you feel right now, you knew that he would make sure you were safe.

You watched Zayne keep busy in his kitchen, grabbing things for tea and snacks to go along with the drink. He grabbed sugar, cookies, fruits, and even some savory crackers to munch on as perhaps you wanted something salty instead. It was sweet seeing him care for you so well, it made you feel warm and content inside. Yet you look out the window and curl into yourself a bit more as you simply want to relax and feel safe. You didn’t notice Zayne would glance back at you from time to time, making sure you were alright while he prepared snacks with the tea.

“How have you been?” he inquired, stealing your attention from whatever was on your mind.

“I’m fine,” you immediately responded, fooling no one.

Zayne hummed at that, making sure the tea steeped before turning to face you, “How do you really feel?”

Words caught in your throat, blinking up at him before looking away, “I’ll be fine..”

The man stared at you silently for a moment longer, brows furrowing for a moment before looking down at your hands. You twisted and turned your fingers, twirling your thumbs together for a moment before catching yourself. Glancing up at him, you noticed that he saw you twitch, so you hid your hands behind your back. “So,” you switch your weight to your other hip, looking up at him once more, “What's on the menu today?”

He hid a quick smile before turning back and bringing over the dishes of snacks he had prepared. “Chamomile tea, prepared just the way you like it. I’ve also prepared some cookies to go along with your drink, some oranges I’ve peeled for you, and some chicken flavored crackers if you wanted some salt,” Zayne explained, placing your mug in front of you. It was quite a spread. You smiled at his generosity, looking up at him with a warm smile. “Thank you Zayne, I appreciate it.” The man returned your smile, hand clenching as he restrained himself from reaching over and touching your face.

Back in the living room, the two of you sat on the couch next to each other as you both sipped your tea. The peace and quiet you felt wasn’t at all uncomfortable and you soon relaxed into the cushions of the white couch, a sigh escaping with some of your concerns. “I needed this, thanks Dr. Zayne,” you chirped, looking over at him from behind your mug. The man tilted his head as he regarded you and simply placed his mug back down on the coffee table in front of you two. You stilled when the man before you leaned in and reached over to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your skin. The moment stopped, staring at each other as neither one moved or said another word.

“Of course,” Zayne merely whispered, eyes staring deep into yours.

Your cheeks felt warm, the intensity threatened to spill over if you weren’t careful. Try as you might, you couldn’t even will yourself to look away. There was something about the way Zayne was looking at you that didn’t make you want to pull away, it didn’t even register that you were slowly inching closer to him as time went on. His eyes were mesmerizing, the flecks of green in his hazel eyes beckoning you to trust him. Zayne promised peace, he offered safety, you knew deep in your heart that this man would do anything to make sure you were fine. You just needed to tell him what happened and he’d fix every problem for you - so you turned and looked away from him.

Hiding once more behind your mug, you drank your tea as you contemplated what to do or how to even explain what happened. You didn’t see the disheartened look he had as his hand slowly slid away, looking down at his palm as your thoughts ran. Closing your eyes, your mind was still a mess when your mouth opened. “This is going to take a while,” you began, looking over to see that Zayne was still looking at you patiently. He nodded in response and went to grab his tea while he waited for you to continue. Furrowing your brow, you finished your tea and set your mug down before turning more towards him.

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Thank you for reading and enjoying the prologues for Reset, they were fun to write. My days have been spent writing a lot, and it makes me really happy to create again since I'm at a slump with my art at the moment. I will be slowly going through the ideas I have listed on my Masterlist, although I keep getting more ideas to write about with the boys haha It's going to take me a little bit to post the rest so please bear with me. I'm going by what creativity hits me, but I will surely post them all up once they're done. Next after this is going to be Safe Return, which is going to be longer than the others but only one chapter. Maybe I'll write more for it, but as of right now it's looking to be a "one and done" sort of deal.

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Sylus Prologue

1.8k words

Tags: injuries, blood, angst incoming, kidnapping, betting

A/N: Each character is going to have their own prologue before I give them all their own dedicated chapter that's gonna be full of angst. Sylus was the hardest one to write for, I don't know why.. I'll try to pace myself since some of these wips are already written, but I don't want to overwhelm the community with my writing right now.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

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If Sylus was being completely honest, whenever you were away in Linkon or off on one of your many boring hunter missions, he was always bored and itching to start trouble. Since, if there’s trouble, you’d be forced to come and fix the issue. So imagine your surprise when you receive a message through the Hunters Association telling you that the owner of Onychinus had been kidnapped and held for ransom. Kidnapped! You could hardly believe it. This had got to be some mysterious plot planned by the big, scary boss man himself. With a resigned sigh, you drove to the N109 Zone and began investigating; all the while unknowing that the hostage himself was watching over you through the video feed he had access to throughout the entire zone.

Sylus was enjoying watching you hunt him down, it was a game to him. Give you a few clues here and there, some wanderers sprinkled about for some added difficulty, and he’d just be there, at the finish line, to congratulate you for a job well done. Thank you brave hunter, for rescuing him. Luke and Kieran were already betting behind him on how long it would take you to realize that this was all a ploy to get you to hang out with the Onychinus gang. Mephisto was even cawing up a storm as the avian also seemed to want to join the betting pool. So imagine his disdain when a few people of the N109 Zone began to give you a real reason to actually investigate his disappearance.

There wasn’t a real network or plan he worked on to get everyone in the zone to work with his silly game, he just trusted in the conniving ways the other denizens of the zone would act in while you went about your way. Yet the pure fact that someone actually planned to kidnap him and put him up for ransom rubbed him the wrong way, almost causing the man himself to cut the game short and go out there to deal with it himself. Crossing his arm, Sylus held his chin with the other free hand and contemplated on what to do next. He could do nothing and let the game play out however it ended, or he could intervene and expose that he had planned his own kidnapping to get you to pay attention to him. So he chose to do nothing. His own pride refused to let him admit just how much he had missed you. Not just yet anyway.

Watching you connect the dots he had left you was a highlight of his day, such a shame that his enemies were realizing that they could do whatever they wanted while he was ‘away’. He made a mental note on the ones that were pushing their luck, planning on dealing with them after he was ’saved’. For now, the man kept watch over you as you went around. There was an amused grin on his face as he listened to his two henchmen commentating a play by play on your every action as they excitedly theorized on the reason you would do certain things. His mind began to wonder, picturing how his day to day life would be if you just quit your boring hunter job and come work for him. Oh, the fun adventures and troubles the two of you would get on; fighting wanderers, seeing amazing sights you’d never experienced before, searching for treasure, him adorning you with every splendor he could find. The mere idea made his grin grow more and more - but then he saw something that soon took it away.

As you moved about, he noticed a few unfamiliar men following you from a distance. They weren’t anyone he could recognize off-handedly, which meant that they weren’t originally from the N109 Zone - meaning they were enemies of both you and him. Especially if they were following you. On his turf. “Luke, Kieran,” he called over, inviting them closer with a curled finger as his eyes never left you on the screen. His two henchmen stepped closer and quieted down when they saw how serious their boss was acting. “Look into them, they’re trying to mess with my plan and we can’t have any of that,” he ordered, brows furrowing as he drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair.

“Right away Boss!” one of the twins saluted, scurrying away.

“We wouldn’t want our key player to make us lose our bets,” the other followed after, leaving you with Mephisto.

“Look after her,” Sylus tilted his head to the bird, not waiting for a reply before going back to sifting through a couple of the other camera angles he had access to.

Mephisto simply cawed and flew out the window.

Even though he didn’t recognize who these trespassers were, there was no doubt that their goal was either you or him. There were a few people who knew that you interacted with the boss of Onychinus, but he hadn’t done anything too vindictive recently to his standards so that meant that they were after you. And the only ones brazen enough to go after you in his territory was Ever. Sylus hadn’t expected them to pull such a cheeky move against him, and he was livid that they decided that today was the day they were going to try to steal you away. Again. Now his little game wasn’t all that important anymore, your safety mattered more than pulling the strings behind the scene just to get you to spend more time with him. And it pissed him off, the problem was never supposed to actually threaten you.

You seemed to have gotten cornered in an alley out of a camera’s view, and that was when Sylus knew that the game was over. He stood up and headed out of the room, stopping by the armory to grab a gun before heading out to find you. It was a good thing he knew the general area you were in, and he immediately teleported himself nearby in a stormy swirl of black and red. Turning the corner, Sylus found you surrounded by mercenaries, these he did recognize. What they were doing wagging their tails for Ever he’ll never know; but it didn’t matter, he’ll soon deal with them once he made sure you were safe. What he didn’t expect was that one of the cronies threw an orbed that triggered a protofield before he could react, effectively sucking you and them into a protofield.

Panicked, Sylus immediately outstretched a hand out and used his evol to manipulate the gate to the protofield to remain open. Yet, because of what he was doing, the man couldn’t go in himself and make sure that you were fine. He knew that you could take care of yourself, but he didn’t trust whatever Ever was trying to do inside with you. A caw caught his attention, glancing to his shoulder when a pair of talons landed on him. “Go inside, make sure she’s fine,” he commanded, fury causing his face to scrunch up with a scowl. Mephisto cawed again and dove right in, his nerves calmed down a little more now that he had eyes in there. His grip on the gate slipped from his grasp and the protofield closed in front of him, glaring at the spot where it would appear once you cleared it. But that meant he had to wait, and Sylus was a very impatient man when it came to risking your safety.

It was maddening. Having to wait and unable to do anything to help you, Sylus beginning to pace back and forth in a tepid attempt to calm himself down. Only an hour passed when the protofield opened again, an exasperated caw resounding as Mephisto managed to drag you out of the gate. Sylus grabbed you before you managed to hit the floor, cradling you in his arms as he examined you from head to toe. You looked pretty banged up, but you had a heartbeat and that meant you were still alive. Glancing over at Mephisto beside them, the man simply stood up and teleported them all back to his base. “You can give me your report later, we need to tend to her wounds first,” Sylus commanded, taking you to his room.

He took out a med kit and began cleaning and dressing your wounds, deft hands handling the tools with precision. Sylus furrowed his brow more and more as he saw how hurt you had been. It was stupid, he should have stepped in before they were able to throw that activator towards you. The more he thought about it the angrier he got at himself. How many times was he going to wait and see how things played out and risk you getting hurt before something irreversible happened to you? Thoughts continued to spiral as he kept bandaging you up, ignoring the bloodied clothes in case his need for revenge flared up. Sylus was going to make it up to you and you had no right to refuse him, he needed to spoil you as penance.

Only once every injury of yours was tended to did he finally relax, letting out a sigh as his eyes closed. His hand held yours and squeezed it tight, leaning in and resting his forehead over yours. “Don’t scare me like this, Kitten,” he begged, his voice deep and worn from concern. “I would burn the world down if you left me,” his voice fell to a whisper, desperate love spilling out from every pore of his being. Sylus rubbed his cheek against yours and just felt content that you made it through another ordeal, pulling back and opening his eyes to look at you.

His knuckles gently ran down your cheek, watching as you slept away with a tender smile. Yes, this was enough for now. As long as you woke up and played along with his insipid antics then he wasn’t going to destroy anything, his enemies notwithstanding of course. For now, Sylus needed to look into what Ever was trying to do with you this time so he stood up and stepped away. Stealing one last glance at you, the man walked out and closed the door behind him.

“Mephisto,” he called out, hand outstretched for the bird to land on, “Bring up what you saw inside the protofield.” The crow cawed and flew towards his office, followed soon after by the man himself. At his desk, Sylus turned on his screen and let Mephisto connect in order to relay what he saw. It was blurry and full of static at times, but there were snippets of salvageable video he could decipher once he scrubbed it clean of interference. His eyes fell to his phone as he saw an update on what Luke and Kieran were up to, but Sylus would check on them later. Right now, the man needed to temper his anger in preparation for what he was about to find.

How dare they try to steal his most prized treasure away from him? His fury would know no bounds if he found out that they had hurt you deeply.

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Rafayel Prologue

1.8k words

Tags: fighting, guns, injuries, mention of drowning, mention of death, angst incoming

A/N: Each character is going to have their own prologue before I give them all their own dedicated chapter that's gonna be full of angst. Rafayel was fun to write for~ I'll try to pace myself since some of these wips are already written, but I don't want to overwhelm the community with my writing right now.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

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For better or worse, Rafayel had come with you on your mission to another city. “For inspiration,” you were told. You knew it was because he wanted to be with you and go on a little date together afterwards. And since he just so conveniently happened to have a new project situated in the same city you had to go to, he suggested the both of you go together. Privately, of course. He was a very important and sought after artist, he couldn’t very well mingle with the common rabble. Not when he could have a private flight with just the two of you.

If he was being honest, Rafayel wasn’t really paying much attention to what your mission was supposed to be when you told him about it, but it didn’t sound too hard. He, on the other hand, needed to find just the perfect shade of orange that bordered on yellow but was much richer and fuller than regular yellow. There was a specific type of rust that, if mixed properly, gave an amazingly deep and royal orange that could be used to imitate gold but wasn’t quite gold. You needed to see the finished piece to understand, of course. But deary him, he needed to find the proper metal that was only manufactured here in the city you two found yourselves in. Such an arduous task.. So the two of you decided to catch up after you both finished what you needed to do, then you’d both go on a date together to this seafood place he liked.

Time went by as Rafayel went through scrapyard after scrapyard, looking for the right shade of rusted metal before finalizing on one piece that he took to his hotel room. And he began to process; grinding and refining and smoothing out the granules of the rust into a fine dust before emulsifying it with natural oils to make paint. The process was so ingrained in him that Rafayel could do all of this in his sleep, each end result always making a new shade of paint that the painter was easily able to utilize. After everything was done, he always felt calm and relaxed, a light smile on his face as his mind already ran through different ideas on how to use this new color. Maybe he’ll make a painting with you again.

It was nighttime before he finally pulled himself away from his work and noticed how late it had gotten. He was so focused that his back was beginning to ache from the slouched position he had been in for hours, deciding to take a break and walk around the room to stretch his legs. Looking at the clock, Rayael furrowed his brow as he noticed it was too late to get ready for his date with you - but you still hadn’t reported in. You were supposed to have called hours ago to let him know you were ok and to give him time to prepare for the date. Standing still for a moment, the artist stretched his arms and neck before making his way towards his bed since he had left his phone there. Picking it up, he decided to shoot you a quick message to let you know he was pouting. Not that he had reason to be worried, he just liked how you reacted to him whining and complaining.

“hey cutie why didnt you tell me to stop working in time for our date 🥺”

No response.

“oh i see givin me the silent treatment huh all because I didnt message you before now 😞”

Nothing.

This was when Rafayel felt a little uneasy, memories of trauma starting to creep into his thoughts, “come on cutie you know we had plans after work”

Usually this was when you’d respond, after he gives you a cheeky poke, but still nothing. Not even a read notification. Not a thing. He didn’t like being ignored for other things, never had. Rafayel tried desperately to push back insecurities behind his playful smirk, but even that wasn’t strong enough to stop doubt from appearing. And that’s when panic began to squeeze his heart.

Alarm bells rang through his head and he immediately gave you a call, brow furrowing as his lips pouted in annoyance - pacing back and forth in a poor attempt to keep himself from burning the hotel down. It rang and rang and rang, and no one picked up; the answering machine letting him know that you couldn’t come to the phone due to being surrounded by many fishies. The two of you had coordinated that message, hearing your voice made him briefly smile a little, but the beep took it away soon after. “Come on cutie, this isn’t funny. Pick up,” he huffed and whined, acting it up to make you feel guilty for not responding quickly enough. Rafayel hung up the call before saying anything else and began pacing in his room once again

Desperate hands began to run through his hair, a futile attempt to remain calm as his mind raced with possibilities. He knew you were strong, you were his bodyguard for crying out loud, but at the same time the growing dread of not seeing you. Not knowing if you were fine, or knowing where you even were, was starting to darken his thoughts. Looking at the door, Rafayel stood still as he willed you to appear; hoped against everything wrong in this world that you’d simply walk through those doors, and groan about your tiring job before falling into his arms for comfort. Yet nothing happened, not even a call from Thomas interrupted his melancholy. And Rafayel frantically needed to hear your voice.

So he left. His mind raced against the clock as he furiously tried to remember what you had told him about your mission, any bit of information welcome. That’s when he vaguely remembered you commenting about not wanting to get sand everywhere while you checked an area, and Rafayel immediately took out his phone to check the map overview to see where a beach or sandy area was near the town. His eyes locked onto a small bay next to the town that seemed to follow what you had mentioned before, there was even a cave by it that he thought might have whatever it was that caused you to come here.

His legs burned by how fast he was running towards the bay, lungs burning as Rafayel ran harder than he’d ever had to before. Terror bloomed in his chest before he saw the vast expanse of ocean in front of him, not even allowing himself a chance to take a breath before he quickly began running the length of the beach. Your name left his lips as he looked left and right, any and all premise of aloofness gone as the artist stumbled on occasion on the loose sand as he kept running. The cave was near now and an other sort of pressure was slowly seeping out from its maw, causing the man to pause for a moment before doubling his efforts to reach the entrance. You have to be inside, the wrongness he felt could only mean that something was inside that warranted you dealing with it. This had to be your mission, it had to be.

Rafayel rolled his shoulders and exhaled loudly as he tried to collect himself, tilting his head and cocking a brow before grinning slightly. Alright, he was here. He was here and he would do anything and everything needed to find you and bring you back, even if he needed to scorch the walls and waves with his fire. Movement caught his eye, his periphery seeing something dark slip from his sight of trees and into town - his eyes narrowed.What was he doing here? Pushing that thought to the back of his mind, Rafayel decided to deal with it later as he now needed to focus on finding you. And he entered.

The cave was damp, the distant echoes of waves crashing all around him smothering the very air he breathed as the artist walked deeper. A small flame flickered to life in his fingertips as Rafayel looked around, brows furrowed as he searched for any clue on your whereabouts. His fingers touched a wall, tracing some bullet holes as his gaze turned to where they would have come from. There wasn’t much of interest but a few scuff marks on the floor told him that a fight had taken place here - bringing hope to him. Tentatively, your name bounced along the walls before he called out to you again. His steps crunched against the rocks as Rafayel headed deeper still, seeming more and more damage along the walls before there was a big drop below.

A breath caught in his throat as he stood at the edge and peered down, flicking his fire down below to see what he could find. And his blood turned cold at the sight: you, laying on some rocks as waves slowly lapped at your legs. Had you fallen down there? Did you slip and fall while fighting? Rafayel let loose your name one more time before scrambling down as best as he could, glancing down to make sure he too didn't fall and join you while making sure you weren’t swept away by the waves. You weren’t actually going to, but the mere thought of seeing you die again was causing the artist to think negatively.

Now that he was by your side, the artist immediately gathered you in his arms and held you close. Cupping your face, Rafayel leaned in and touched your foreheads together, closing his eyes and willing you to wake up. Up close, he was able to hear your heartbeat, so anything else would have to wait later. He couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh, holding you even tighter as the thought of you leaving him yet again left him as he accepted that you were back in his arms again. “It’s ok Cutie, I have you now. We’ll get you healed and back home before you know it,” he reassured, looking down at your unconscious self.

Even with all of the powers of the Sea, there was nothing he could do to help you recover. And he hated himself for it. There was nothing he could do for his bride and yet Rafayel would willingly do anything in his power if it meant that you would open your eyes and stare at him. Glancing around, his eyes fell on the water as he contemplated swimming you to safety. It would be easier than having to scale back up the cliff beside them, and so, looking back down at you, Rafeyel leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead. Deft fingers brushed hair from your face as he gave you his usual debonair grin, locking away all negativity as the man tried to remain optimistic about all of this.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, you still owe me a date once you wake up Cutie.”

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Caleb Prologue

1.8k words

Tags: fighting, guns, stalking, injuries, angst incoming

A/N: Each character is going to have their own prologue before I give them all their own dedicated chapter that's gonna be full of angst. Yet, to my chagrin, Caleb was super easy to write for.. I'll try to pace myself since some of these wips are already written, but I don't want to overwhelm the community with my writing right now.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

Edit: 14.06.24 Changed Coronel to Colonel, English is annoying sometimes..

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Word was that there was another lead on Ever connecting them to an abandoned laboratory in Skyhaven, and the Hunter Association wanted you to look into it. You were already familiar with the location and situation at hand, not to mention the fact that you were set on proving your worth on this mission again. Especially with what happened last time with the Fleet obstructing your work, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. Let’s just hope that Caleb would leave you alone long enough for you to uncover something more. Which was more wishful thinking than reality if you were being honest..

As it so happened, Caleb was just coming back from one of his Deepspace missions when his adjutant, Liam, told him that you had entered Skyhaven yesterday. Which caught him off guard since he knows for a fact that you would have told him beforehand whenever you’d be visiting the city - making him think that you were here for another one of your Hunter missions. A mission that you didn’t want him to know about. The fact that you’d come when he wasn’t even supposed to be in Skyhaven irked him a little, but the man quickly calmed down. If you wanted to play this game, then he was more than willing to play along and teach you another lesson.

Reaching his office, the Colonel turned on his computer screen and began to sift through the many CCTV recordings from every angle to find out what you’ve been doing over the past two days. Where you started, where you’ve been, where you’re going; he needed to see everything you’ve been doing on your little excursion. The better to protect you.. His brow furrowed in deep concentration as his chin rested on his hands as he leaned over his desk, watching everything and anything that could be used as a clue. What was it this time that had caught your righteous interest?

Yesterday started with you arriving in Skyhaven early in the morning, making sure to hide your face behind a facemask and a hat - but those wouldn’t be able to hide you away from him, he knew you too well. He knew your gait, he knew your habits, he knew how you interacted with others well enough that even with everything you did to hide yourself Caleb knew immediately who to watch. A smile tugged at his lips, enamored by how hard you were trying to keep yourself incognito. Such a shame that it was never going to work with him looking over you.

After that, the first thing you did was head towards a hotel, no doubt under a false name so as to slip under his radar. He’ll need to send his adjutant to go check which room you stayed in specifically, so Caleb could see what you brought along for your mission. Might give him an idea on what and how deep you were trying to dig. After a moment the camera showed you heading into town, in a different outfit, probably in an attempt to fool the cameras. His attention soon caught the fact that you kept checking every blue house down a specific street before entering one down a side alley before exiting and entering another. Caleb noted to look into the history and residence of those locations, vowing to tear it down if the places were secretly operating illegally in his jurisdiction.

Caleb jotted down who you spoke with and where you went into, for how long you stayed there, and if your expression seemed to look good or bad. There were a lot of things to look into, but he had time and help to look through everything. Eventually the camera feed showed you head back into your hotel by the end of the day and stay there for the rest of the night, but then.. The next day showed that you never left the hotel at all. He sat up straight in his chair and peered closer, watching and rewinding time and time again to see if he had missed something. The CCTV feed couldn’t have been doctored, there would have been a tell, but Caleb couldn’t see any editing done to it. Both fists clenched in annoyance, letting out a sigh before sitting back into his chair.

One of his hands went up to his face and covered his closed eyes, thinking about everything that he saw and knew about you to figure out what your next move was. There was no way that you had stayed all day in the hotel without doing anything, you would have told him you’d be visiting if it was just for leisure - and if it was for fun, you could have just asked him to spend time with you. There was no reason to hide things behind his back.. That was when his eyes shot open. Quickly Caleb looked up the hotel’s blueprint, checking to see if there was a secret passage or other access points that he wasn’t aware of that would let you slip away from his watch. Was the entire day of yesterday just you playing as a red herring? A wicked grin grew on his face, impressed and appalled by how you managed to trick him if it was. He would praise you but that would only encourage you to hide away from him in the future.

There it was, an underground maintenance tunnel that led out to the eastern part of Skyhaven - right in the center of where a lot of abandoned buildings were. It was close to where that one building was where you learned about the failed experiments in Test Zone 5, when you had followed him there. And his grin fell, face hardening as he figured out what you were after - Ever. Caleb stood up at his desk and began to breathe heavily, trying to reign in his volatile concern before he broke something. You knew that Ever was dangerous, knew that they were after you. Why would you come back and look into them again?

He needed to find you, needed to make sure that you were safe and sound and away from everything dangerous. But how? Caleb remembered how spectacularly that worked last time when he locked you in his house, but what else could he have done when you take the first chance you can to jump into danger. The Coronel closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, calming his pained heart enough to allow himself to look back at the screen. More video feed was pulled up, looking around the new area in an attempt to find you. Not on this street, not by that park, not anywhere near the main roads - there was an unease threatening to tighten around his heart, forgetting to breathe as Caleb looked and searched and checked and viewed.

A notification brought his mind to one of the video feeds, a lone silhouette of someone hesitating before stepping into a building. He knew instantly it was you simply by the fact that no one else would ever enter an abandoned shopping centre for no apparent reason. Only it wasn’t an actual center, it was a cover for another one of Ever’s experimental labs - one that Caleb hadn’t been able to clean up yet. And his heart stilled, throat unable to swallow a sudden lump that refused to let him breathe. You were going into enemy territory without backup, without him, and there was a very high chance that you were going to find trouble there. Not to mention the time on the feed said that you had entered the building at five in the morning, it was twelve noon right now. You’ve been missing for seven hours and he should have been there seven hours prior.

It took Caleb only ten minutes to get there, ignoring all regulations as he rushed into the building himself. The Colonel looked down every hall he passed as he adjusted his gloves and tried to keep his crumbling composure, seeing remnants of black crystal strewn about the walls and floor. There had been a fight here, and shell casings weren’t the only thing left behind in the aftermath - blood. His hackles rose and tension stiffened his shoulders that much more as the man began rushing down the halls, your name on the tip of his tongue but too scared to call out. What if you were in hiding and him calling for you got you in trouble? Got you caught and dragged away to be interrogated?

Some of the scientists and guards were quickly dealt with, stashed away in empty rooms to make sure that no alarms were sound to further hinder his progress. One of the scientists had a folder with them that they dropped, curiosity took the better of him and Caleb picked it up to look through whatever data they had. His blood ran cold when he saw a small picture of you on the folder, crumpling the file in hand before storming away. Ok, now he was mad. Whoever or whatever subsection of Ever that had taken you to experiment on was so lucky that they hadn’t even started any of their scheduled tests on you, or else Caleb would raze this entire building down with everyone still in it. Although, depending on how hurt you were, he might as well do just that to prove a point.

Following the floor plan and the information on the file, Caleb managed to locate where you were being held. He opened the door and strode right in, locking the door behind him before even daring to look at you on the bed. It pained him to see you like this, in a bed with wires and tubes stuck to you, unable to defend yourself. It pained him that yet again you were subject to the curiosities of scientists and he was a step too late to protect you. Caleb moved beside your bed and looked down at you, face devoid of emotion as he could not and would not express anything and risk breaking. You looked peaceful in the bed, quiet and asleep as he contemplated what punishment to give this group.

Eyes slowly moved down your figure, brows furrowed in rage and panic and so much adoration that all of his emotions threatened to trigger his Toring chip; so once again Caleb took deep breaths to calm himself down. He needed to remain level-headed in order to reassure you when he whisked you away into safety, seeing him so agitated would upset you and he never wanted you upset. But then he saw it, a small peek of white under the collar of your shirt. Pushing your collar down to see what it was, his jaw set and he glared dangerously as his hand pulled back. Bandages. A bandage meant someone had hurt you, someone had cut into you and stolen something from you. Again..

Someone was definitely going to pay, and he was going to make sure that the message was sent very clearly this time. Never touch anything that was his..

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Xavier Prologue

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Tags: Blood, fighting, guns, injuries, angst incoming

A/N: Each character is going to have their own prologue before I give them all their own dedicated chapter that's gonna be full of angst. I feel like Xavier would be a desperate fighter imo. I'll try to pace myself since some of these wips are already written, but I don't want to overwhelm the community with my writing right now.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

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You were given a relatively normal mission briefing that had your partner Xavier and you setting off towards the ruins at the outskirts of Linkon; the vague reports from civilians on seeing a new kind of Wanderer popping in and out of the nearby old city. It sounded like a pretty routine job, one that had the both of you energetic and positive about letting you travel around the ruins for a moment. Both of you treated it like a stroll; find the Wanderer, eliminate it, and then head home with enough time to shower then eat.

Color you surprised when the both of you were overwhelmed by a wave of Wanderers in a sudden protofield, onset by an abrupt protocurve spike affecting every Wanderer in the immediate vicinity. It was chaotic fighting wanderers that seemed to enjoy jumping out at you two from behind ruins, weaving and dodging your attacks that it was beginning to get annoying whenever a new wanderer appeared. At the very least there were no civilians nearby so you two didn’t have to be too concerned about damage, not that you and Xavier even tried to fight neatly.

Only after finally quelling the wave of wanderers did the protofield calm down enough to give Xavier a much needed breather. His brows furrowed slightly at being unable to see you, meaning that at some point during the battle the two of you had gotten separated from each other. Letting go of his blade, his light turned into soft orbs that lit the area to let him see better. His eyes began to look around the ruins for you, walking here and there and taking his time to make sure that nothing was overlooked. He had full faith in you, you were his partner and the two of you had gone on missions for a long time now - there was no way that you’d be in trouble.

At the same time, a small seed of fear began to take root and grow inside Xavier. If he couldn’t see you then that meant that he couldn't protect you, and if he couldn’t protect you then what kind of knight would he be? His steps grew more hurried, jumping on dilapidated buildings and overlooking the ancient scene in hopes that he could spot you. The Hunter Watch you two wore wasn’t even getting any kind of signal, too far down from Linkon to get a strong enough wavelength to even see your location or health. He was beginning to grow increasingly concerned at the lack of communication between the two of you, nerves fraying in the situation.. A couple more wanderers showed up and disrupted his thoughts, giving him a chance to vent out some of his frustrations on them as his mind kept threatening to conjure up the worst possible outcomes.

The sway of the two charms on his pommel caught his eye, laborious breaths beginning to cause him to remember his losses from long ago. Flashbacks of his first star distract him enough for another wanderer to quickly jump in and sunder his blade from his grasp. Xavier dodged and weaved the incoming attacks as he tried to clear his mind, fear and panic beginning to rise inside him. He was wasting too much time and was afraid he would be too late to save you. Again.. Memories of his second star made him grit his teeth as he rematerialized his blade and swung wildly away as frustration and trepidation slowly began to build inside. Impatience began to dull Xavier’s strikes, infuriated that these stupid wanderers kept him away from finding you.

A gunshot in the distance stole the air from his lungs, looking away in the distance as he feared that you were also swarmed with wanderers. Alone. Vulnerable. Without him.. How could you have possibly gotten so far away from him? He was right there beside you! Your name ripped out of his lips as Xavier fought with all that he was, desperation causing him to misstep. The image of your smile froze him, reminding him of what he could possibly lose as his emotions betrayed his own body and caused him to tank a hit from his enemies. Quick gasps of air left his lungs burning as Xavier struggled to one knee, staggering back up to face whatever hit him. There it was, the new type of wanderer that the two of you had originally arrived to kill - it was bigger than the rest, stronger, a wicked gleam in its eye.

There was no time to waste then, he needed to find you now. Xavier began to build up his evol, a warning signalling from his neck at the possible outcomes of such an action. He ignored that notification, adamant on ending the fight now so he could run to you and help you with your plight. The wanderers, sensing that a powerful attack was soon to unleash, ran towards Xavier. A brilliant burst of light exploded all around him, dazzling and bright as it filled the the area in and around him in an attempt to overpower everything - eviscerating any and all wanderers that decided it was a good idea to rush him.

Silence quickly overtook the ruins, Xavier’s strained breathing the only thing remiss for the moment. He couldn’t help but rapidly blink in an attempt to stave off the sudden fatigue that threatened to take him out. Taking a step then another to force himself to stay upright as Xavier tried to make his way towards the gunshot he heard. Straining himself so much, he wasn’t able to focus on the shifting shadows nor the somber stillness that filled the ruins. All his thoughts were on being able to make it to you as quickly as he possibly could.

Red light came from his neck, a harrowing warning that his energy levels were low once again. A shaky hand covered his neck in an attempt to quell his nerves, swallowing the lump in his throat along with any negativity that swore to take him to his knees. Now was not the time to get sleepy, yet his steps grew blocky and his head began to nod off. Xavier knew he needed to preserve his evol, knew that putting him out of commission would deter him from being able to help you. The man simply wanted to see you, needed to make sure that you were fine before he allowed himself to rest. Xavier would lean against walls whenever he needed to catch his breath, pausing and shaking his head to remain focused before willing himself to push off and continue forward.

Another gunshot rang out ahead of him, followed closely by a roar from whatever you were fighting. For a moment, he was back in Starfall Forest again, running to save you before his mind cleared and he was back in the present. There was no time for him to reminisce or dawdle, Xavier needed to get to you now! He took a deep breath and pushed on, hurrying as best as he could over some more ruble before seeing a clearing in front of him. It was then that he saw you fighting ahead, switching between blade and gun whenever necessary as you faced the new wanderer. His breath caught in his throat as he mustered everything else he had left in him and blitzed forward, running as best as he could over the ruins as he tried to get there immediately.

Looking up at the fight again Xavier fumbled as he ran closer, nearly tumbling down before catching himself and leaning forward to steady his pace. Another glance towards you has his heart plummet down to the ground - the wanderer bull rushed you and propelled you up and through the air into the ruins behind you. Your name ripped from his lips as he used the momentum of his running to plunge his blade into the wanderer’s side, a guttural roar reverberating through the air - pressure from the wanderer’s scream threatened to push Xavier down to his knees, but there was no way he was going to let anything more stop him from reaching you.

The fight was long and grueling, his panic slowly growing the longer this took. You were right behind him, right behind him and hurting and he couldn't go to you to make sure that you were ok. His anger was simmering, ready to boil over as he stubbornly fought with every last drop of his strength. Xavier saw that he was slowly winning, so too could the wanderer. And so, on instinct alone, the wanderer maneuvered around his blade and made their way towards you.

Panic filled him, giving Xavier one final spurt of energy as he raced after the wanderer. The device on his neck blared even harder with red threatening as if to choke him, showing how dangerously close he was to depleting everything. But none of that mattered, all he needed to do was to stop the wanderer from hurting you any further. Burning the last of his energy, Xavier jumped up into the air and lunged down into where he could only presume was the wanderer’s core. A final roar filled the air before the wanderer began to disintegrate, and the hunter’s strenuous breathing left him unable to move.

Constant ringing filled his head, the burn of every muscle refusing to let him move even an inch as his body began to slump into the floor. He needed to get to you, needed to make sure that you were fine and alive. Xavier couldn’t move his body, his eyelids growing heavy as sleep creeped closer. No. You needed him, he needed you. Yet his body refused any and all pleas as he fell to the ground, and he soon felt his body relax. As his eyes fluttered closed, a soft glow of light burst out from where you landed, but his mind was too muddled to even figure out what that meant.

Xavier jolted awake with a fright, his breathing frantic as he slowly got up. He felt feverish, disoriented, every fiber of his being screaming for more rest, but he needed to check. Needed to see. So he got to his feet, making his way to you with less grace than normal. And he found you, unconscious, lying there beside a wall as a splotch of something dark smeared the ruble around you. He scrambled to your side, shaky hands hovering over you before checking your pulse. You were alive! A choking sob left him riddled with relief as he gently moved you into his arms.

He let out a heavy sigh as he leaned against the wall, all the adrenaline rushing out of him now that he had you close. Looking to his side, he saw the smear, it was red. With his brows furrowed, Xavier refused to even deign what it was before he looked down at you to cradle your face in his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you home..”

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Zayne Prologue

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Tags: medical jargon, injuries, hospitalization, angst incoming

A/N: Each character is going to have their own prologue before I give them all their own dedicated chapter that's gonna be full of angst, and of course I started with Zayne. I'll try to pace myself since some of these wips are already written, but I don't want to overwhelm the community with my writing right now.. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think~

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It had been a couple days. A couple of days and he was already missing you. You had told him, earlier in the week, that this mission into the No-Hunt Zone was going to be a tough one, but one that you were fully equipped to handle. So there was no reason for him to worry, it didn’t help that you were going in alone since other hunters were busy going to other locations. So Zayne definitely wasn’t extremely worried. Nope, he knew you could handle yourself..

He had busied himself in the neverending work that the hospital was always able to produce for him. Perhaps the more work he had to think about the less time he had to worry about you and your very dangerous job that you were going on alone. As such, days had passed since you went on your ‘work trip’ and Zayne was buried in endless paperwork that made the doctor feel better since he was able to actually help with something. Breaking the mindless drone of paperwork, a ringing filled the air that demanded his immediate attention. “Dr. Zayne speaking,” he picked up the call, on auto-pilot as he sifted through the folder for more information on the patient he was currently focusing on at the moment.

“Dr. Zayne, you are needed in room three,” the quiet but shaky voice on the other line made him pause, looking down at the carrier. It wasn’t one he recognized so it must have been one of the new resident nurses manning the phone today.

“What is it? Did something happen?” Zayne closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking over to the clock for a moment to see that he was once again working overtime. It would be better to let another doctor handle this situation if he wanted to get at least a couple hours of sleep before tomorrow’s shift, but the thought immediately left him since he didn’t want to risk the patient’s life just for his moment of leisure. Whatever the call was about, he knew that his expertise was required for the betterment of the patient.

There was a pause on the other line before the voice once again tried to continue, “Dr. Zayne, a patient came in just now and their file said that you are their primary care doctor..”

Ah, this meant that he definitely wasn’t going to be able to go home for some shuteye now, “Who is it? What’s their status?”

“It’s Y/N, Dr. Zayne. We are bandaging up her more grievous injuries and keeping an eye on her vitals, but she hasn’t woken up yet and we would very much appreciate it if you could take a look at her,” they sounded reluctant to speak more, but anything else they said immediately fell on deaf ears as Zayne shot right up from his chair.

“I’ll be right there,” he hung up and quickly grabbed his coat, putting it on as he left his office and urgently walked down the hall.

You were back! You were back but you were hurt.. No wonder he hadn’t been able to hear from you for a while. Trying not to run, Zayne quickly made his way to room three - his nerves threatening to take hold of him as he tried to keep calm and not panic at what could possibly be. Opening the door, his gasp stayed in his throat as he finally laid eyes on you. His gaze subtly softened upon seeing how banged up you looked, bandaged and knocked out from the drugs and hopefully not because of something more worrying. Pain colored his eyes at what he saw, his breaths hesitant as he refused to believe that you were so hurt that you returned to him in such a state.

Zayne walked right up to your bed and took the chart in hand, reading through the necessary information. You had bruises and lacerations from fighting that were cleaned, dressed and bandaged; there was slight blood loss from the cuts and a gash on your side that was a point of concern at the moment; not to mention the fact that you hadn’t woken up at all but your vitals seemed stable enough with everything considered. Although, that could be partly due to the heavy amount of painkillers and drugs that were flowing through your veins at the moment. His eyes fell back on you once more and his brows furrowed, pursing his lips as he returned the chart back to its place.

“Any other information I should be aware of? What sort of protocore radiation was she exposed to? For how long was she missing before she was found? Was she alone? Who found her? Which zone was she found in?” Zayne inquired rapid-fire, rounding the side of the bed and looking at you up and down. His deft hands quickly checked her pulse, tentatively touched her bandages to make sure they were dressed properly, the man even reread the chart once again to see if he had missed something in his initial reading. How could a simple mission leave you so injured, so vulnerable? It was ridiculous that the Hunter Association even let you go on a solo mission, especially to the No-Hunt Zone. Didn’t you have a partner? Where were they?

“We are still waiting to get the data from her Hunter Watch from when she was on her mission. That will give us a better idea on what strenuous effects the area had on her before we found her,” the nurse mentioned, looking at his clipboard for more information.

“I see, do let me know when the data comes in,” Zayne could see that you looked peaceful in your sleep, even though all he wanted was to keep you in his arms and protect you from the world.

“Understood, Dr. Zayne. I will leave you with the patient then, unless you need something else,” the nurse confirmed, awkwardly shifting on his feet.

“You’re free to go, I’ll stay and keep an eye on her,” Zayne nodded to the nurse, giving them a glance before going back to look at you.

Once it was just you and him, Zayne could only stare down at you as the beeps from the machines around you kept the silence. It pained him to see you like this, hurt and down for the count. It wasn’t the first time he wished he was able to join you on your missions, but his work here kept him busy and there was only so much leeway you had on who you could bring on your missions. Subconsciously he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face, his fingertips gently tracing down your cheek before his thumb caressed your lower lip. He eventually drew his hand back and clenched his fists as his frustrations grew, closing his eyes before turning away from you.

It shamed him that he couldn’t be there for you. The few times the two of you had been on a mission together solidified in him the belief that he would be able to bail you out of any problem - wanderer or not. Zayne had your back any moment of any day and the pure fact that he couldn’t have been there to take the hit for you gnawed at him from inside. A quick remembrance of a dream he’s had before left him shaking his head, refusing to believe nor accept a reality that didn’t have you beside him. He was not him, he still had you.

Movement caught his eye, turning his gaze back towards you as your head rolled to the side. “Hey,” he softly spoke, hope and desperation and love choking his voice to a whisper. A hand gingerly grabbed yours and held it as he stepped closer and peered into your face, thumb automatically rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. “You’re alright, you’re safe now,” Zayne assured, very gently leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. Moving in your sleep meant that the injuries weren’t too serious, you’d be aching and complaining but that meant you’d get better with time. Relief caused his shoulders to relax a fraction more simply knowing that you were finally back and with him now - he could simply order you to stay home to rest and recuperate. And of course he’d be right there next to you to take care of you for as long as you needed.

Seeing you resettle back into your bed Zayne couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you couldn’t look up at him and smile your usual smile, he did quickly get over it however seeing as how you were still healing and sleep would let you get better faster. The man stayed where he was for a moment, watching you sleep before looking around the room - unsure. He needed to go back to work, but having you admitted made him want to stay by your side until you woke up. Yet he didn’t know when you would, or even at all. No, he couldn’t think like that, you had just stirred. If you were indeed in such a horrible state you wouldn’t have even moved. Thinking negatively about your health would help no one but cause him to worry about you that much harder.

Eventually Zayne relented and began to head back to his office, pausing for a moment when the same nurse from before rushed towards him, “Was there someone else that needed my attention?”

“No Dr. Zayne, the data from the hunter’s watch just came in and I thought you’d want to look over it,” they wheezed, handing over a thumb drive with the mentioned data with laboured breaths.

“Ah, I see. Thank you for delivering it to me,” Zayne looked at the small drive before putting it into his pocket, “I will look through it in my office, please let me know if there are any changes to her. I will be right back if so.”

“Of course Dr. Zayne,” the nurse nodded, heading off to do other tasks.

Reaching his office, Zayne quietly closed the door and sat at his desk. Leaning back in his chair, the man let out a long sigh before pulling out the thumbdrive. He looked at it for a long time, turning the small drive in his hand as he contemplated. What did you go through in the No-Hunt Zone that caused you to return so hurt? How scared were you? How much pain were you in before you were found? Did you blame him for being unable to stand by your side when you needed him most? All these questions and more ran through his head before Zayne leaned forward and plugged the drive in, his brow furrowing as it loaded up.

He had to close his eyes, dreading what he would find. And then he clicked the file, opening and reading the data that was collected.

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