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👾 anti hero | icy : they/them : adult : angst | tragedy

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🍻 Cheers. If you don't like it, don't read it. Stop wasting your time and mine.

🍹 Beta? No beta, we die like Jason Todd and Caleb.

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ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ.

˙ʎɹɹos ɯ,I

They removed the "coming soon" when you clicked the LI, ya'know,mwhen you're about to pick which LI you want.

And they were also having a rerun in which they did not post on their socmed. I think it would be Wander in Wonder banner (Caleb is not included yet in this banner.)

Tbh I was lowkey hoping for something to happen in game that's why I downloaded the game back yesterday. But now that I've seen the changes, I will be uninstalling the game again 🤣 sigh, I miss Caleb. 🥹

So basically, there were only rerun banner + house update for the 6.0 patch update. That's all

I was wondering... will we be seeing you write for other fandoms, or even your own original work? Bc id be interested, i adore your writing and angst 🫶🏼

Halloooo! To answer your question, yes I will be writing for other fandom, probably my old fandom such as Genshin, Blue Lock, HSR and maybe some new ones such as Light and Night (I just started playing at midnight yesterday, and I love it already. Marry me pls Qi Sili!)

As for my og works, I've had it like... for a year now or two. As for OC, I'll be dropping something about Theo soon :D I loveeee angst. My og work is basically just angst per angsty as chapter goes by lmao.

Echoes in the Sky is still up but it'd currently only posted privately (only me can see) because I plan to re write it properly. I'll be posting it on AO3 and wattpad soon just like what I did with Heartbeat Protocol.

Alpha Valko and Omega Reader and of course, you two were mates. But then one day Valko vanished without a trace and it seemed like all sense of connection that he has with you also vanished. And so you started losing your senses out of grief.

You stopped sensing pheromones that weren't him, then you stopped emitting pheromones. You stopped through thru heat/rut. As time passed by the more lifeless and emotionless you have become. You're slowly shutting down without your mate.

And well, of course your family, friends those who knew was worried about you. They tried their best to be there and support you but you just kept on shutting down, be it physically and emotionally.

And imagine to their shock, one day you just started functioning again. Smiling, doing your usual routine, talking, going elsewhere. It felt like the old you was back. But everyone knew something was wrong with you. But when someone asked you, you would just smile and say you were alright.

Then someone basically forced you to a hospital. That's when they found out that you have amnesia. Out of stress, out of grief. But you have amnesia, everything about Valko. You have forgotten about him. And then came even more shocking news. You have turned into a beta, and the mark Valko had left you had vanished on the back of your neck without a trace.

It wwas complicated, unreal, seemed impossible. But it happened. And even if everything seemed alright, those who knew you knew it wasn't. Because even after you started going back to the way you were before, there was no light in your eyes. As if Valko had taken it with him when he vanished.

Mashado akong inaakit ni hoyo

..... i wish I'm as lucky as you. I pull as soon as I came back and got nothing...

Hello!! Thank you so much 😊 it's been an eventful week isn't it haha

"Dear miss Hunters,... "

Woah wait hold up, you're Filipino? I'm I trippin, not paying attention? But speaking of apple pie, i managed to take a bite of it once and I burned my tongue 🤣

Imagine for the past few weeks you genuienly thought you were losing your mind. At first it was small things, a familiar black SUV parked near your apartment building too often. Same man appearing near your workplace at different hours of the day. Someone standing near the convenience store every time you went out late at night.

Imagine you ignore it initially, because honestly? Your life had already been miserable enough lately. Sleeping became difficult after the breakup, or whatever that even was. Because calling Caleb your ex fiance felt wrong, painfully wrong. Even after giving the ring back, even after blocking him, even after crying yourself sick for weeks. Nothing about losing Caleb felt real. It just felt incomplete. Like your relationship shattered halfway through a sentence and somehow that made moving on impossible.

Imagine the way you still remembered the look on his face that night too clearly, that was the problem. If Caleb looked guilty, maybe you could have hated him properly. If he looked defensive, angry, dismissive, maybe this would have been easier. But he looked terrified, desperate. Like he was watching something precious collapse in front of him while being unable to stop it. That look haunted you constantly.

which Imagine was why you hated yourself for still worrying about him. For missing him. For unconsciously reaching for your phone every night hoping maybe he would texted from another number somehow. You were angry at him. You were furious. But underneath the anger sat something worse, fear. Because deep down you still believed Caleb loved you. And that made everything terrifyingly confusing.

Imagine then came the night outside the convenience store. A man initially looked harmless, smiling, flirting, asking for your number casually and you politely declined. He insisted and you decline again. But then his hand grabbed your wrist too tightly, your stomach dropped immediately. "Hey." You snapped, trying to pull away. "Let go." Instead, his grip tightened harder. "Don't be such a bitch about it." For a second, panic flashed sharply through you and before things escalated further, someone moved.

Imagine the way the stranger barely had time to react before another man twisted his arm away from you hard enough to force him backwards. "Walk away." Cold voice, military tone, controlled and dangerous, the creep cursed under his breath before quickly leaving. Meanwhile, the man who intervened turned toward you. "You alright, Ma'am?" Your chest tightened. Because you knew him, one of Caleb's men. Although you don't knew him personally, you had seen him multiple times beside Caleb during military gatherings. And he clearly realized you recognized him too because his expression immediately became awkward.

Imagine the way you looked around quickly. Shit. Another familiar figure stood near the parked SUV across the street, watching. Your blood ran cold. No. No fucking way. "...Are you following me?" The silence was enough answer. Anger exploded immediately afterward. Weeks of confusion and heartbreak suddenly mixed violently together. "Are you serious right now?" "We're assigned to your protection." "My protection from what?!" Then again, the silence. Your laugh came out sharp and disbelieving. "Unbelievable." You stormed off furious. But afterward? You couldn't stop noticing them. And once awareness settled in, the protection become impossible to ignore.

Imagine different personnel rotating constantly, cars nearby, people subtly shadowing your routes. Never too close, never enough to make public scenes but always there. Watching, protecting. And the worst fucking part? They were unquestionably Caleb's men. Which meant even after everything, even after the ring, even after you walked away. He was still protecting you. And that realization hurt more than it should have. Because what kind of man continued watching over the woman who left him? What kind of man silently protect someone who slapped him across the face and blocked his number afterward? Your Caleb. That was the problem, it was always him.

Imagine three weeks passed like that. Three miserable, exhausting weeks. Until eventually your frustration outweighed your pride, because clearly something was happening. Something enough to justify military protection around you twenty four seven. And Caleb? Caleb remained completely silent. No new number, no new messages, no calls, nothing. Which felt wrong, terrifying wrong. Caleb was not the type to give up on you quietly.

so Imagine one night after another bodyguard subtly followed you home from work, you finally snapped. You unblocked his number immediately then stared at your messages, nothing. Your chest tightened, then you type first.

You: where are you? sent

You: Caleb sent

Imagine there was no response, not even delivered. Hour passed and your anxiety worsenes horribly. By midnight, you couldn't take it anymore and you called him. The line rang twice before connecting and immediately, a woman answered. And your entire body went cold. Again. Again? For one horribe second, you couldn't breathe properly. The same sick feeling from that apartment rushed back instantly. The same confusion, the same humiliation and you nearly hang up. But something stopped you this time, maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was instinct, maybe because despite everything, you still trusted Caleb somewhere deep inside yourself.

"Where's Caleb?" The woman in the other end paused briefly then her tone softened immediately. "Oh." Something about that single word made your stomach twist violently. "You're his fiance." Your throat tightened. "... Ex fiance." "No." The woman replied quietly, "Definitely not ex." Your heart stumbled painfully. "What?" But she continued before you could process that. "Colonel Caleb is currently hospitalized." Everything inside you stopped. "What?" "Colonel's unconscious right now." Your chair nearly crashed backward as you stood abruptly. "What happened?!" Your voice cracked instantly. "Is he okay?!" "He's alive." She reassured quickly, "But-" You were already grabbing your keys. "What hospital?"

Imagine the military hospital intimidating, cold white walls, heavy security and personnel everywhere. You barely remembered entering. Everything blurred together beneath your panic. "I'm sorry Ma'am, family member only." "I'm his fiance." The personnel hesitated. "Legally immediate family only." Your chest twisted horribly. Because technically? You weren't even wearing the ring anymore. And you almost broke down right there from frustration. "I need to see him." "I apologize but-" Thankfully, one of Caleb’s friends spotted you before security fully turned you away. A Major you met several times before, usually calm and easygoing but tonight he looked exhausted like nobody around Caleb had slept properly in days. "She's with me." He told firmly then softer toward you. "Come on."

Imagine the walk toward Caleb's room felt endless. "What happened to him?" The Major exhaled heavily. "There was an ambush during transfer." Your stomach dropped instantly. "He protected the witness." Witness? Questions flooded your head immediately. But none mattered more than one thing. "Is he okay?" The Major looked at you carefully for a long second before answering. "He almost wasn't." Your vision blurred immediately. Then the room door finally opened and you stopped breathing. Caleb looked terrible. Paler than you had ever seen him, bruises covered parts of his face and neck. An oxygen mask covered half his face while machines beeped steadily around him but what shattered you completely was his arm.

Imagine his right arm looked badly damaged beneath thick stabilization wraps and medical equipment. The sight physically hurt. "Oh my God…" This was Caleb. Strong, steady, untouchable Caleb. The man who always looked capable of carrying the world, now lying unconscious beneath hospital lights looking painfully fragile. Suddenly all your anger felt unbearably small compared to the fear crushing your chest right now. You approached slowly, terrified. Like touching him might somehow hurt him more. Yet you wanted to hold him, wanted to check if he was really alive. But the amount of injuries scared you too much. "What happened to you." You whispered shakily.

then Imagine Caleb moved, very slightly. His brows furrowed weakly before his eyes slowly opened. Disoriented at first, unfocused. Then they landed on you and everything on his face broke apart instantly. Relief, pure overwhelming relief and his eyes immediately filled with tears. Your chest caved inward painfully as Caleb tried sitting up too fast before immediately wincing sharply in pain. "Hey- hey don't move." His breathing became uneven behind the oxygen mask. And then, he started crying. Not loudly, not dramatically. Just silent tears slipping helplessly down his face while staring at you like he genuinely thought he'd never see you again.

"I'm sorry." He rasped weakly beneath the mask and your own tears fell immediately. "Caleb-" "I'm sorry." His voice sounded rough, exhausted, broken. And suddenly you realized something horrifying. Caleb looked scared, not of pain, not of dying. He was scared of losing you. "Please." He whispered shakily. "Please don't leave." That nearly destroyed you. Because this was Caleb, your composed, terrifyingly competent Colonel. The man who handled crisis after crisis without breaking. Now looking at you with absolute desperation in his swollen exhausted eyes.

Imagine the way you carefully reached for his left hand and the second your fingers touched his, Caleb grabbed onto you weakly but immediately. Like instinct, like survival. His grip trembled. "I hate you." You cried shakily. Caleb let out one broken breath that almost sounded like a laugh before another tear escaped instead. "I know." "You hurt me." "I know." "You made me think..." His eyes squeezed shut briefly and pain crossed his face instantly. Real pain, not physical but something worse. "I couldn't tell you." He whispered weakly. "I couldn't risk you."

Imagine the way your brows furrowed through tears. "What are you talking about?" Caleb looked at you desperately now, like he was trying to stay conscious through sheer force. "There were people watching." He whispered. "At the apartment." Your heart stopped. "There was a laser sight on you." The room went silent and your blood ran cold instantly. Caleb's breathing worsened slightly from talking too much but he kept going anyway. "I saw it on the wall behind you." He said shakily. "I know that if I talked… If I told you anything…" He swallowed painfully. "They would've killed you."

Imagine the way everything suddenly clicked together all at once. The bodyguards, the secrecy, the fear in his eyes that night, the panic, the silence. Oh God. You started crying harder instantly. And Caleb looked completely devastated watching you realize the truth. "I thought sending you away was safer." He admitted weakly. "Then I realise I..." His voice cracked harshly. The monitors beside him started reacting faster. "Caleb, stop talking." "No." He gripped your hand tighter desperately. "No because I thought I lost you." "Caleb-" "I almost died before fixing it." Your chest physically ached hearing that.

Imagine the way his breathing became uneven now, exhausted. But he kept staring at you like if he blinked too long, you would disappear again. "I'm sorry." He whispered again and again. "I'm so fucking sorry." Tears streamed helplessly down your face. You wanted to comfort him, to scream at him, to hold him forever. And Caleb looked so tired. So emotionally wrecked like these past weeks destroyed him too. "Don't leave me." He whispered suddenly and the words sounded small, terrified. Nothing like the composed Colonel everyone respected. Just Caleb, your Caleb. Broken apart in front of you. "Please." His grip tightened weakly around your hand.

"I can fix this." He whispered desperately, voice becoming less steady now. "I'll explain everything properly, I swear, just- just don't leave me again." "Caleb-" "I can't lose you. I'll die." The monitor beeped faster suddenly and a nurse immediately entered. "Colonel, you need to calm down." But Caleb ignored her completely. His eyes stayed locked desperately on yours. Almost delirious now from exhaustion and medication. "Please stay." He begged weakly. "Please don't leave me alone again." Your chest shattered completely. "I'm here." You whispered quickly through the tears but Caleb looked unconvinced, panicked. Like he genuinely thought if he closed his eyes, you would disappear. "Please." He whispered brokenly.

then Imagine, alarms started ringing louder and everything happened too fast afterward. More nurses rushed inside, doctors followed immediately. "Ma'am, you need to step outside." You froze instantly. "What happened?!" "His condition is destabilizing." Caleb's grip on your hand only tightened as medical staff surrounded him. And even then he still looked only at you, terrified, desperate. "Don't go." He whispered weakly and your heart broke completely. But then the nurses pulled you away while the doors shut between you both.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°

: bruh :/ imma play love island on the sidelines. Let's go ethan :"( Valkoooo T~T anyways here u go grovelling caleb 🥹

You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt.  Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.

But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.

Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.

He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.

He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.

"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."

Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."

Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."

His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."

And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°

I'm so done with this game. I will be updating Caleb's Fiance 3 tonight and Sylus Parent trap, Caleb zombie 2 in the following days. And maybe a few more on my drafts

I've been busy with my birthday which is tomorrow btw, and my grad the following day after after. And this is such a fucking goner news for me. I literally cried upon reading the announcement.

I'll probably take a break from the game and fandom itself. I'm uninstalling the game later, i swear. Idk when I'll be back be it in game or ff content after I upload my drafts. But this is literally my letter in advance that I'll be in hiatus on LADS content.

This is literally just a no go for me infold.

The other li has nothing to do with this, but if they do that to Valko when what are the odds that they won't do it for the other li.

Ps. I will be uploading VALKO X NON MC READER SIGNIFICANT OTHER because I already made one and would probably my first (2nd) and last ff for him. I originally plan to release the 2nd and 3rd part after i got a good look on him upon his release. But guess what?! He's cancelled. Fuck it.

Fuck it I'm genuinely mad.

Like being someone who is a family friend of Valko, close to his granda and everything. And being the same age and everything with him until he went to the city and you were left there at the country side with his family.

Lets just say that everyone, including yourself had already assumed/expected you and him to end up together. So when he turn down coming to their family reunion. Let's just say this family invited you to be some sort of his representative.

But then in the middle of the reunion he just kind of show up. With MC, this gorgeous chic by his side and everyone in there wss just kind of staring, including you. Before his family just went towards them and bombarding him with questions and he just kinda introduced her as his friend but you knew, everyone knew Valko wasn't just the type of person who brings a friend on an important event.

So you just kind of stood there, contemplating, questioning every single memory that you have with him if you were trully special to him or that was just you giving meaning to it.

Anyways the scene goes into something like this because I'm too lazy to make a full fic out of this buttt.

Your main spend the most of his life chasing MC that you eventually give up, but did stay close to him. And now years later, you and your mutual friends get together and you were lowkey drunk, chatting together as you happily ramble about nonsense. And one of your friends just started teasing you at him, stating how bad your crush was on him back in the days and you just started laughing, looks at him and told him, nevermind them, that was a very, very long time ago. And kind of get this weird feeling on his stomach about it but since you weren’t making a big deal of it, he brushed it off.

But then you turned to him, look at him so seriously it made him nervously chuckle and was like, what's wrong? And you stare at him for a couple more of seconds and was like, you know what? Fuck it. Its been years and I think I deserve to get it off my chest one way of another. He stares at you quietly and you stare back at him he was almost mesmerised by your eyes. Then you smile, genuinely, without holding back and say, I used to like you back then. Then you laugh, and he stops, he just stopped. But you continued anyway saying, you might as well crush that, because you were pretty sure you were head over heels for him. And how him, being all over MC just lowkey breaks you so you distance yourself away from him. And the thing is, you dont look hurt when you said that. You were just story telling. And then you look up from your drink and look at him again saying how all of that was all in past now and stopped taking halfway before laughing, asking him why he's making that face. Then stood up, tapped him by the shoulder and jokingly said that there was no need to make a big deal out of it because that was all in the past, that you're over him before excusing yourself, leaving him all alone by the bar.

But the thing is, he was over MC years ago. One thing he realize after you started distancing yourself at him. (While you were still a constant presence in his life, it's not as consistent as it was before.) Is that he was busy looking at someone else to realize who was there by his side all along, and by the time he realised it. The distance between the two of you was something he could no longer reach out for. But then again, you never stopped talking to him, still replied to him. He probably never realised he was actually into you, until you said that.

Because what you mean by that? Because as soon as those words came out of your mouth, if felt like everything make sense, the way MC stares at him whenever you walked by and greet them. MC would stare at him, then at you, then back at him again and he would stare back into her eyes asking her what's wrong and she would just shake her head.

Anyways, long story short, he likes you. He had probably loved you all along. And have been throwing all sorts of party, reunions, gathering just to catch a glimpse of you these past few years. And let's just saying having you throw those words right at his face, really did something inside of him.

But the thing is, you had already moved on. Already married to someone else, could be a side character, or just your second ml. Could be anyone. Because as he stares at you by the bar. He saw a glimpse of light reflected by the ring on your finger.

: Yeah, something like that. I'm too lazy to continue. So what do you think. I'm definitely not thinking. Also, this is like an example of by drafts, this is usually how they look on my notes before I have to fix them with proper narrative and dialogue. So yeah XP X(