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𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Meeting the lads men for the first time as a non-Mc Reader.

ft: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb.

wc: 2523 (aprox 500 for each)

warnings: slightly graphic in Zayne's section (surgery), possible inaccurate depictions of motorcycles and piloting.

notes: first ever lads fic and first ever fic on tumblr. Idk if the guys will be ooc cause I don't fully know how to write them yet but you've got to start somewhere lmao!

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier needed to shed his mask and all the human lies behind it, and there was only one place he could do that: at Jeremiah's florist shop. Xavier knew the place like the back of his hand, and his friend always welcomed him with that familiar smile, a quiet comfort in his presence. Their bond had tightened over time; Xavier felt that in his bones, their friendship forged by duty and shared isolation.

And yet, as he stepped into the florist, he felt as if he'd never seen his friend's shop before. There was something more vivid about the plants, he realised, leaves were tangled together, petals blooming wildly, exposing bold and beautiful colours. The air was thick with the sweetness of flowers, and it through Xavier through a loop. He furrowed his brows.

Then, he heard the humming.

You appeared from around the corner, oblivious to his presence as you caressed the lilies. He watched as they lifted from their drooped posture into a bright and proud stance. Then, you moved to the roses next to them, and he watched as the brown-tinged petals flushed with a pink hue. A rustle came from above. He leaned forward, tilting his head curiously, foot scuffing the floor loudly.

You lurched backwards at the sound, and a vine hanging from the rafters of the ceiling swung downwards, catching you firmly by the arm.

You stared at Xavier.

His eyes flickered to the plant wrapped tightly around your limb, the end of the vine twitching agitatedly like a cat's tail. You followed his gaze and laughed, putting the vine softly, "Thank you."

The vine swayed softly and rose back up to its resting place.

"...Sorry," Xavier murmured awkwardly. He couldn't find himself to fully meet the gentleness of your expression.

"Don't worry about it," You smiled softly, following his eyes up to the vine. "Ah, my evol lets me manipulate plants. Sometimes they like to get minds of their own, though."

Recognition flashed through Xavier, sudden and bright. He nodded thoughtfully, "I understand." The light he commanded certainly liked to play by its own rules, after all.

"You're an evolver, too?" You inquired curiously, wiping your hands on your apron, trying to rid yourself of green marks and pollen on your hands.

"Yes," Xavier responded, ignoring the pulse in his heart as he watched you tilt your head slightly, "I manipulate light."

You clapped your hands, grinning, "Plants and light, we make the perfect match!"

"I..." Xavier's words lingered on his tongue.

Your cheeks flushed, "Oh! I, um, I didn- not like that- um-"

"Why the hell are the Peonies so clingy?!" A familiar voice yelled.

Both of you snapped your heads to find Jeremiah stumble into the room with a grunt, dragging two pots of brightly coloured peonies with him, some of their stems and roots wrapped around his body, coiled tightly.

You laughed loudly and moved to help. Xavier caught your eye and couldn't stop himself from cracking a smile.

He swore, the second you left, he was going to interrogate Jeremiah to find out as much about you as he could.

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Sylus liked joyrides. Racing through the labyrinthine streets of the N109 Zone on his bike until everything was a blur was a favourite pastime of his, especially when fools tried to test his patience.

His jacket clung to his skin as the wind whistled widely against his body as he increased his speed, listening to the rev of his engine, grinning beneath his helmet. Splitting through traffic was as easy as breathing; the honks of horns only made him laugh as he zoomed by. These streets were his, built from the blood and bones of his enemies and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy them.

The roar of a loud, purring engine echoed by his side. He looked through his side mirror. Rapidly gaining on him was another motorcycle and its rider. Black leather seemed to glow against the street lights as the rider edged closer and closer, the vibrant pink accents on the bike burning like sunrise. What caught his attention, though, was the helmet, as dark and unreadable as the night, with two points sticking out of the top.

Sylus laughed, someone wearing a helmet with cat ears.

You were side by side before he could let out another breath. From behind your visor, you looked at him, and he looked back. Seconds passed as you raced through the streets, neither of you fully looking at the road. Sylus hummed, something flaring in his chest.

He clenched his handles and slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

He could almost hear you laugh.

Gone was the irritation built by endless meetings and arrogant idiots, replaced by competitive fire that burned in his heart. Sylus found himself grinning wildly as you challenged him, your bikes neck and neck as you left behind blaring cars. The wind rushed against him as you reared around a corner, knee so close to touching the tarmac, his heart leapt in his chest. He had no time to think as you flew through narrowing roads with drunken buildings leaning closer and closer together.

Sylus had many close calls on his bike, from crashes and bullets alike, but as you darted around a corner, he'd never slammed on his brakes harder. The two of you skidded sharply before a large stone wall that lurched toward the black sky.

A beat of silence.

He stared at you.

You stared back. Then, with gloved hands, you pulled your visor up. Chaos, is all he thought as he studied the only part of your face he could see, your eyes, falling deep into the coy glimmer in them.

Your chest rose and fell in a breathless laugh, "You lost."

"To what rules?" He hummed, heart heaving, pulling off his helmet entirely to match your gaze with his crimson one.

"Since when did the N109 Zone have rules?" You mused.

You didn't give him time to answer before you flicked your visor back down and revved your bike, speeding into the night.

Sylus chuckled. He'd finally found an interesting puzzle to pick apart.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel had no inspiration. Most of his new canvases were still white, some full of awful colour and thrown into the corner to rot. Thomas kept hounding him about deadlines, and he felt like he was in chains. So, he did what he always did when the world got too loud: he went to sea. Rafayel's bare feet sank into the sand of the beach as he drew closer and closer to the waves that welcomed him.

Then, he heard the wild, frantic cries of a seagull. Probably hungry, maybe he could entertain himself and make an encore to his first seagull symphony. The sea sang to him as he rounded the corner, pulling himself around rocks still wet from high tide. Rafayel sighed as the wind brushed against his skin like a kiss, and he turned his head towards the cries, finding you there.

Flapping its wings erratically, the seagull thrashed in your hold, but you didn't flinch, your attention laser-focused on removing the netting that had been caught around the poor creature's neck. Rafayel clenched his jaw; he'd almost forgotten how infectious humans were.

A squeal left the seagull as you finally released it from your arms, watching as it flung itself towards the blue sky, a mirror of the sea it caressed at the horizon. You smiled contentedly.

Rafayel tilted his head. "Animal activist?"

You turned, bright eyes glowing as you shook your head, "Marine biologist."

"So you spend all your time with fish," He hummed.

"I do," You laughed, "And you? What do you spend all your time with?"

"Paint. I'm a painter. Of the ocean, mostly," Rafayel answered, the words spilling from his lips like a waterfall, he rushed to catch them, but they were already flowing out of his reach. He waited for the questions, the comparisons, the shift in attitude, but all he got was a quiet smile.

You weren't looking at him but at the sea, "I don't blame you. If I had any artistic talent, I'd devote all my time to understanding something as complex as the ocean."

Something in his chest fluttered. "Complex?"

"Yeah. The sea is as brutal as it is beautiful. It's home to so much life, I mean, it is the place where life on this planet first started. It's also home to death and destruction. It's wild and untamable, but it's also full of love," You breathed, almost whispering as the wind tickled your hair.

Rafayel's mouth went dry. He stared at you, sitting on the sand like you never wanted to leave, and something in his body pulsed with vibrancy. He looked towards the ocean, his home, and felt like he was seeing it again for the first time.

He said nothing to you as he turned on his heel and marched back to his villa. There was canvas waiting to be painted, with the colours of the sea and the shade of your eyes in the sunlight.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

His uniform was burning against his skin, forcing him to suffer beneath the sun as he stood with other officials of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb would have much rather been in his ship, in the Deepspace tunnel, actually doing something useful. He'd much rather that than standing in the stands waiting for the seniors of the Aerospace Academy to complete their exams and compete for the Fleet's attention. Citizens looked at him and whispered behind their hands, muttering about the mysterious new Colonel.

He gritted his teeth, glad for the sunglasses he wore, lest everyone see the foul look in his eyes. He tapped his foot impatiently as he stared out toward the open sky, full of clouds, barely registering the obstacle course before him. He remembered doing something similar.

"You aren't going to search out new talent, Colonel?"

Caleb glanced at the Major to his side, "What talent? The Academy barely produces good cargo pilots."

"Such a scathing criticism!" Brigadier General Nix laughed as he approached with one of his Captains, "But not entirely unfounded, I suppose. Did you hear ab-"

"Look!"

They turned.

And there they were, spaceships zooming across the sky, jolting with the eagerness for victory. Amongst the janky movements through the obstacles, one of the Aerospace Academy's ships was being handled with an iron fist. Each turn was tight as the ship jerked through the course, the engine roaring fiercely.

Caleb leaned forward.

He almost laughed when the ship barrel rolled through a hoop. Just who was pulling tricks during their exam? Who had enough skill? His eyes stayed trained on the vehicle as they darted past ship after ship, pulling into first place like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Every ship landed within a few minutes, but Caleb's focus remained only on one, the first one. He hadn't felt anything this strongly for a long time. His gloved hands gripped the railing as he watched on with rapt interest as students slowly crept out of their shuttles, sheepishly peering up at their spectators.

All except one.

Each step of yours was assured as you made your way to the front of the crowd. Caleb pulled off his sunglasses. The pilot of the ship he'd been invested in. The best pilot he'd seen, aside from him, of course. The Academy's uniform suited you, and Caleb wondered what you'd look like in the Fleet's one instead.

You peered upwards.

The smirk on your lips made his heart stutter. You locked eyes with him, unafraid as you called out, "Look at the top score on the exam results and you'll find my name next to it!"

Caleb grinned, "You think?"

"I know," You laughed as you waved coyly, only to walk away right after. The others followed you like sheep as you strode towards your future with the surest steps he'd ever seen.

Caleb watched you until he couldn't see you anymore. He loosened his tie. Then, he turned to his fellow soldiers, "When does the Academy release the results to us?"

He was going to get a new pilot, after all. And he couldn't wait to find out how well your talent competed with his.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Sunset was smothered in grey clouds as Zayne sat on a bench, listening to the world around him. He felt like the bubble he was in had popped the moment he'd finished his surgery and stepped out of the operating room. The bench was cold, even to him, but he didn't bother to move; he wanted a few moments to himself, needed them really.

In the early hours of the morning, a call came from another institution, pleading for Zanye and his team to do an emergency transplant on an eight-year-old boy who finally had a chance to get a strong heart to replace his failing one. He'd gone without hesitation, spent hours in that sterile room, carrying the weight of a child's life on his shoulders, and now he was as exasperated as he was proud.

His chest heaved as he pulled off his glasses, shutting his eyes a she listened to the life around him, the birds, the people, the cars, all so loud compared to the mechanical beeping of monitors and the squelch of blood as he used his scalp to cut through the boy's skin. He clenched his eyes closed, trying to will himself to shed the sergeon that had frozen the civilian in him.

Footsteps approached.

He sighed and pulled his glasses back on.

"Doctor Li?"

He looked to his side and saw you standing there, familiar white coat draped over your shoulders as you smiled down at him. He studied your features and noted he faint shadows beneath your eyes, as tired as he was.

"Yes? Is everything all right?" He murmured. Had something gone wrong after the surgery?

"Yes!" You smiled, "I just wanted to say thank you."

Zayne furrowed his brows. "For what?"

"For doing Cody's heart transplant. I've been his Doctor since he was six. It's been such a long journey for him, I almost couldn't breathe when I got the call about a donor." Your gaze burned with warmth. "And now, thanks to you, he can finally do all the things on his bucket list. Play basketball, go see movies with his siblings, life outside of white walls and appointments."

"I was just doing my job like any Doctor," Zayne spoke softly.

You nodded, "I know. Doesn't mean the operation was any less difficult."

He didn't know how to answer that.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a lollipop with a shiny red wrapper. "Here. Something to help you feel real again."

"To help me feel real again?" He inquired, hesitantly taking the sweet you'd given, unable to deny his desire for something sugary, something to take away the chemical taste in his mouth.

You hummed, "Yeah. In our profession, we can't always be people, we can't flinch when we see blood, we can't show disgust, we can't show worry. Sometimes we just sort of...shut off a bit, like we're on autopilot. At least...that's what I think."

Zayne couldn't verbalise how much he understood. Something in his chest softened.

You sent him a bright smile, "Anyway! See ya!"

He watched as you disappeared back into the hospital with a smile. He'd have to ask someone for your name.

Professional curiosity, he told himself as he unwrapped the sweet, grinning when he tasted cherry on his tongue.

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rafayelsguppie · 13 days ago

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Dyslexia

Sypnosis: while living in Linkon as journalist, {Name} was barely living with her heart pain. but she'll be okay. She'll hold on.

tw: reader has dyslexia, Zayne going insane due to reader's dyslexia, Sylus, stalking, xavier just pure comedy and some angst, MC Lowkey gonna be an villain cuz why not, protocore syndrome, reader Lowkey traumatizing Mephisto, Mentions of death.

As a journalist of Linkon, {Name} wasn't pleased to admit that some of her encounters were... Unpleasant. Most loved people were just horrible in personality after she interviewed them.

Her heart was getting weaker and weaker. She needed a doctor for this illness. But no one was Available.

She often felt weak during her journalism, always passing out after it. She knew she couldn't do keep doing this.

Crying herself to asleep is pointless. She knew she had to get her grip, get a doctor

Currently, {Name} was In her room, frustrated over her favorite show ending with a horrible outcome and her medicine ran out.

"I'm gonna personally meet the director and punch him."

{Name} suddenly felt S.U.S. looking around her room, she saw a stranger crow. Narrowing her eyes, She went up to it, Before the crow could fly away, she grabbed it, murmuring.

"My Chinese roots are dying to cook it and devour it."

Mephisto, hearing this, Cawed loudly, trying to get out of her grasp. But she was too strong.

After some tom and jerry, Mephisto finally Got away and flew out quickly, Remembering to NEVER spy on her again. {Name} however, was sad that she couldn't eat the crow. She then suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching her heart in pain.

"{Name's} Condition is worsening quickly, doctor Zayne. You have to take her as your patient."

Dr. Zayne, Also known as Zayne Li, Was confused. Another person with the same condition as Her?

He knew he had to Treat her as well. Just to save Her

So, That same day, He called {Name} to come that same day. {Name} was ecstatic, finally! A doctor that could potentially save her!

On another side, a White haired Man was stunned as his crow was Complaining loudly about the journalist.

He smirked.

"well well, this just turned interesting."

"Your condition is severe. Ms. {Name}. You'll have to come daily for your treatment from now on."

Zayne spoke firmly, Flipping through her files, not noticing the Heart eyes {Name} was giving to him. He was just too handsome for her to act cool with.

"And you mentioned you have dyslexia?"

He finally looked up, meeting her eyes, she immediately acted normal, He squinted his eyes in suspicion but didn't say anything.

"Yes! I have dyslexia.."

Zayne hummed, going back to her files. This is definitely going to be hard for him. He knew it just by looking at her files.

"The protocore in your heart is increasing in size."

{Name} seemed visibly Devastated at that news. Does it mean she'll die soon? That she won't make it to finish her journalism, go on a vacation and retire?

"no need to worry. I'll make sure you're fine."

Zayne noticed her distress before sliding a small candy to her.

You took the candy quietly, staring at it. You nodded at him.

"Thank you."

Zayne nodded back, Reviewing your files again.

"Horse.. fish?.."

Zayne frowned, Looking at her with confused eyes. He followed her gaze to One of the files she was looking.

"That is Harsh Fever. Not. Horse. Fish."

{Name} visibly deflated. She really wanted some fish right now. Zayne sighed deeply.

"other than your illness, nothing is wrong. Please come tomorrow for a checkup. I'll prescribe your medication."

{Name} nodded, She needed to get rid of this stupid illness once and for all.

"Thanks doctor... Zani?"

Zayne blinked.

"It's Zayne."

{Name} widened her eyes, Snapping her fingers.

"Zayne! Got it! Dr. Zayne!"

He had a small smile, she Sounded cute saying his name.

Xavier was a chill guy. He doesn't want conflict. Only if it is necessary. He never wanted to end up in the situation he is in now.

{Name}, who was In his favorite café, was trying to read out the menu, Creating unimaginable words he couldn't even think of.

He Walked over, Sitting across from her. He wasn't someone social, but this girl really needed help.

"That's called Macchiato not machete."

{Name} looked up from him, Puzzled.

"really? Thanks dude! I want a macchiato and... Carousel.. what?"

Xavier looked down at what you're reading and facepalmed.

"That's called cookies. Where did you even get carousel from."

You deflated again. It wasn't wrong? Aw man. Then you looked up at the man curiously.

"What's your name?"

He looked straight at you.

"Xavier."

You sniffled, Watching an foreign movie without subtitles because you couldn't read them. You couldn't understand a thing. But you still felt sad and your heart was paining

It was a sad movie. You didn't notice someone looking at you from the dark.

When they first saw you, they were curious and uninterested. Now, they are interested for sure.

Part two will be released after I get some motivation

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I'm out🫣 this is so cringe

#love and deepspace #skibidi rizz #sylus #zayne #lads x non mc reader #lads mc #lads x non!mc reader #Rafayel's guppie #lads xavier #caleb #Rafayel

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