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I write things that come to my head or the things that have been cooped up in my head for a long time.𝄒

⤷what happens when both You and Mc are in his life, who is he going to choose? TW: Angst/ character death/ mentions of murder and killing.

Caleb

He drugs you. Slowly and carefully. You're getting worse each day and your health is declining and you don't know why. He also gets the toring chip installed inside you so that you slowly forget everything. This is the only right way. You're not her. You will never be her. And she's the real one, you're not. Right? His last resort was putting sleeping sedatives more than the recommended dose willfully and watching you overdose on them while begging for him to save you. This is the only right way.

Zayne

He transplants your heart in her. She needs it more than you. Besides this is the right thing to do, right? You would want the same thing. After all, you are the 'same person' as you once implied to him. So he does what he thinks is right, without telling you. Keeping you in the dark about what's going and why you need a surgery. He makes up a lie. A filthy lie to gain your heart and you comply without any hesitation. You love him and you trust him with your whole heart. And he takes it and rips it off.

Sylus

He adjusts the trigger on his gun and points it towards you. You're trembling on the ground beneath him, too weak to get up. Blood dripping from your mouth. “Sylus....P-Please...D-dont.” His own hands are shaking, should he pull. He has to. It's either you or her. No in-between. You crawl up to reach towards his legs. Don't make me do this. You see the pain and regret in his eyes, you don't want to die. You love him, why is he doing this to you. He puts his trembling finger on the trigger and his eyes start to get glossy. “I'm sorry.”

Xavier

He lies to you about taking you to his home, Philos and abandons you in the broken spaceship. You weren't like him, you wouldn't survive here and he knew that. Worse? He ripped away all the supplies that could be of aid to you, no oxygen, no emergency signal, nothing. Beads of swear form in his eyes as he takes the last emergency safety pod back to Earth. He could've taken you with him, he could have... But instead he deserts you in this dark vast abyss with nothing. Any moment now the remaining oxygen will run out and ship will stop working. Gravity will deny all nature of law and only the stars will be the witness of your death. A dead star will all you will be.

Rafayel

He drowns you. Submerges you in the deepest and darkest of waters and as waters fill your lungs and your hands reach out to him in desperation, you see the hatred in his eyes that he has had for you all this time while you loved him. There can only be one of you and it's her. Tears interweave with the waters of Lemuria, as you slowly fall to the depths. Your vision blurs as you see his vengeful face getting further away. He fulfilled his promise to bring you to Lemuria but as a sacrificial lamb. The waves crash against Rafayel's drenched body. His breaths are heavy and his body is shaky. All light were gone from his eyes replaced by a dark shadow. He was clutching a pearl in his hand, a reminder of his sin, of what he did to you. He threw it far away. May the tides never bring you back.

Caleb

Crashes out so bad. He actually crashes out and starts raging. Will start petitions online to get you back and will MAKE people sign them. Even the ones that weren't particularly interested in your release. Sends emails after emails to the game company to not do this to you. Writes in the survey how shallow they are for cancelling you. That's all he could do right? Is what you thought. This man will show up at the game company with a bunch of other players. If that doesn't work he will get a hacker and hack in the game server and leak your release. He's not giving up on you.

Rafayel

Sulks in his bathtub the first time he heard the news of your cancellation. Starts painting you and won't stop. You basically become his original character now and you're in every one of his paintings. “Didn't he paint this same maiden in the last painting?” “Doesn't this painting look a lot similar to last ones?” Murmurs spread around the exhibition and Thomas starts panicking. But he won't stop. This is to send a message that if they're going to cancel you he's going to keep bringing you back even at the cost of his own career, about which he could care less.

Zayne

He's the dawnbreaker, the foreseer and Dr. Zayne. You best believe that he will somehow find a way to you and bring himself in your game and become your canon love interest. Problem solved

Xavier

Nero 2.0 Will start a blog with your name and will defend you from the haters. Will get Isaiah and Jeremiah with him into this, though they do it for the fun. Isaiah absolutely rages at others. “If you're so keen on getting a character deleted because you don't like it, you should also consider getting yourself deleted because I don't like you.” Also replies to another comment saying they're gonna leave the game if you don't get cancelled with “Good. Don't bother coming back.” He gets so bummed out, he was saving diamonds in game for you and got a lot of savings for your upcoming merch and stuff. It's alright, he gets it all custom made.

Sylus

Buys the company and releases you himself.

Ex-Husband Caleb

Ex-husband Caleb who still has your wedding picture in a frame on his bedside table and still sometimes wears his wedding band secretly when he's on Colonel duty

Ex-husband Caleb who still calls you from time to time to see how you're doing. He randomly shows up at your place for a "visit" and ends up staying the night. On the couch of course.

Ex-husband Caleb who has trouble sleeping at night. He got so used to having you beside him and holding you that the bed feels more empty and bigger than before.

Ex-husband Caleb who still replays the argument that led to the divorce time and again and heavily blames himself for it.

Ex-husband Caleb doesn't like it when you show slight interest in dating again or some other man that's not him. If he can't have you, no one should. He makes sure none of the other men come near you. Even if you aren't together, you're still his.

Ex-husband Caleb who always brings something for you every time he shows up. And it's always your favourites.

Ex-husband Caleb cooks for you and makes sure you relax and suddenly he's back in time when you two were married and the memories of stealing kisses in the kitchen come back to him.

Ex-husband Caleb who always kisses you goodbye on the cheek even though you don't like it (but secretly you do). He tried everything to keep the divorce from happening but couldn't see you hurt anymore so he let you go. But did he actually?

Ex-husband Caleb who jokingly brings up about getting married again only it's not a joke and he really wants to be with you again, married or not.

“You were always a better cook than me Caleb.” You sat on the kitchen counter as Caleb cooked. He hummed in response. “But I miss having whatever you made,” he said, eyes fixed on the pot before him. Your heart skipped a beat hearing him say that. “I miss your cooking too..” you looked down, avoiding looking at him. The next moment you find his hand beside yours and look up to find yourself trapped between his arms. Both his arms on your side and only an inch of distance between you. “We can have those times back again, you know.” His eyes land on your lips and he leans in, but you face away. “Caleb, please.” You put a hand on his chest to stop him from doing anything more but instead he cages you in his arms and buries his head in your neck, taking in your scent. Deep down the love that you had for him still lingers.

“I want you... again.”

Ex-husband Rafayel

Ex-husband Rafayel who still has your wedding dress inside his studio. Something he himself designed but now the muse is gone.

Ex-husband Rafayel who still addresses you as his wife despite everyone knowing about your divorce. He could care less about that.

Ex-husband Rafayel whose inspiration for painting is you and you alone. You're etched into his memory for eternity.

Ex-husband Rafayel who mourns the relationship he had with you deeply, it agonizes him.

Ex-husband Rafayel who never took away the keys of his studio and apartment from you 'just in case'. They're all yours anyway.

Ex-husband Rafayel still wears his wedding ring despite the end of your marriage with him. How pathetic is what some people think of him.

Ex-husband Rafayel who still invites you as his plus one and partner at parties and ceremonies he's invited to.

Ex-husband Rafayel who keeps his hand on your waist the entire time and makes sure you're close to him and that everybody can see that. You're mine

Ex-husband Rafayel who still smothers you with affection even if it bothers you (which it doesn't)

Ex-husband Rafayel who still financially supports you and makes sure you get the best of everything.

“Rafayel you've been in there for too long now.” He was soaked in his tub and felt the touch of those oh so familiar hands, whose warmth he always sought. His eyes are closed, yet he can still smell the sweet scent of your radiant presence. And your voice is something he hears in his dreams every so often. Which is what this all was. A dream. Because when he opened his eyes, he realized you weren't really there. It all came back to him like a bad dream, the day you left him with a wounded heart inside this very studio. He was alone, once again. Only left with his thoughts of you that haunt him everyday.

Ex-husband Sylus

Ex-husband Sylus who still acts like you're married and despite that irritating you he pays no heed to it.

Ex-husband Sylus randomly shows up at your place and makes himself at home despite your glares at him. “May I join you in bed?,” he smirks. “No you may not.”

Ex-husband Sylus who still pays for your things. The package you have been waiting for has been paid for? But you didn't pay. No, he did and he's smug about it too.

Ex-husband Sylus in the quiet hours of the N109 zone, yearns for you. “Go make sure she's safely made it home.” Mephisto croaks and takes flight from his shoulders.

Ex-husband Sylus atones for his mistakes every chance he gets. He knows the damage he caused which led to your parting from him but he's not going to give up on you.

Ex-husband Sylus who hates residing in his mansion now. He's grown restless. It's not the same without you and it torments him. Come back.

Ex-husband Sylus who wears your wedding band around his neck. He is tied to you and forever will be. He kept a lot of your things and goes through them sometimes. One of your nightdress being one of them. He takes in the scent to remember how it used to be like back then, to remember how you were his.

Ex-husband Sylus who has grown more restless now than ever. He needs to see you now and he will and nothing can stop him.

It was storming outside when he appeared on your doorstep in the dead of the night, all drenched. You didn't question anything and let him in. Shadow fell over his face and when you were about to go get him a towel he caught you by your arm. “Sylus, is everything -” He plops his head down on your shoulder. His hand tracing down your arm and intertwining with your hand and you let him, let him stay like that. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and it took everything in you to not be reckless and do something you'd later regret. You know what he's doing and he knows that you know. You put a hand on his chest, “Sylus..I-” and try to slightly push him away but he captures your hand in his and cages you in his arm. Warm heavy breath falls on your neck and his lips are mere inches away from your skin. Your own cheeks flush, eyes forming tears and you bury your face in his shirt.

Ex-husband Xavier

Ex-husband Xavier who moves next door to your place. Seriously? “It shouldn't be a problem. Just pretend I'm your neighbor,” he says like it's absolutely normal for your ex husband to move next to you. Yeah right.

Ex-husband Xavier sees you at a cafe one day with someone else. A man? Why was there a man with you and why were you laughing? He used his evol to reflect the light in his eyes, flashing him and spilling whatever hot drink he had all over him.

Ex-husband Xavier nearly burns down the kitchen once again only for you to burst through his door. “Seriously Xavier what were you thinking?!” You run around inside his kitchen putting away whatever it is he burnt. Gosh you can't even recognize if it's meat or chicken or even vegetables. He ended up having dinner at your place.

Ex-husband Xavier now sleeps less than he did after the divorce. Faint dark circles form under his eyes and he's more tired than usual. All because your thoughts haunt him and his bed is more empty now.

Ex-husband Xavier feels every ounce of guilt for his mistakes. Would things have ended differently if he set his priorities straight? But one thing he knows now, he should've prioritized you more.

“I want to get married again,” he says with a straight face. You're dumbfounded with this sudden declaration and your face starts heating up from sudden indignation. “Xavier, as much as I have to put up with all this and allow you in my space, doesn't mean I want to and marriage isn't a joke. You've already-” Before you can finish you suddenly find your back against the wall and Xavier's arms on both sides of you. “I'm not joking. I want to marry you. Again,” he says, bold blue eyes looking at yours. “Xavier-” “I'll do better.” He leans in. “I will be better.” You can feel his breath, his scent that you know all too well. He leans closer, eyes locked with yours. “Marry me.”

Ex-husband Zayne

If Zayne is your ex husband there's clearly something wrong with YOU. You fumbled him.

Too Close, Too Late

Colonel Caleb x non mc! reader CW: Angst/ mentions of sickness/ set in the 1920s/ mild suggestive content/ infidelity/mentions of pregnancy/ 1.6k words

“Colonel, everything is ready. We'll be landing in Skyhaven without a problem.” “Do we have any leads yet on the traitor who almost sank us in Deepspace three days ago?” His fingers trail through the countless documents as a shadow fell over the Colonel's eyes. “I'm afraid not. Maybe our navigation was off. It could've also been unexpected turbulence,” the adjutant said. “Hmph.” Dull eyes look away from the papers as he stands up and walks away. “This trip was for the new fleet colonel. The old guard are looking forward to me not coming back.” He stops in front of the door. The faint sound of a knife being taken out can be heard from behind him. “Unfortunately for them, I already danced with death once.” The man behind disguised as an adjutant sprints towards him but is stopped by his gravitational manipulation. A mere inch from his waist, the knife he tries to penetrate through the invisible veil of gravity darts back on a wall. “I won't die again.” The invisible force pulls the adjutant down onto the floor. His breathing becomes heavy. “It doesn't matter if you succeed or fail,” he says, his back facing the man that tried to kill him. “You've chosen treason, so the consequences are still the same.” He pulls out his gun and adjusts the trigger then points it to the adjutant's head. “You don't need to return to Skyhaven.”

“My lady, you must not run around like this. Your health-” “He's coming home today!” Happiness beams on your face as you run around your room, getting dressed and somewhat fixing your bed head as quickly as you can. “Besides, the doctor said I'm doing much better than before. I'm sure a little running around won't cause me to be bedridden again.” From afar you hear the horns of a car and you quickly slip past the maid and run down the stairs. “My lady where are you-” “He's here!” The butler calls out from behind you as you run down the steps of the front door. The giddy feeling in your chest only elevates as you see the man before you and catch him off guard completely by running into his arms.“You're finally home! I've missed you,” you pant, breathless from running so much. He takes in your scent and buries his face in your neck. “I've missed you so much.” You cup his face in your hands, taking a good look at his face. You were still feeling a little breathless. He's holding you by the waist and slowly puts you down. A worried look taking over his face. “You shouldn't run around like this. You'll only tire yourself out,” he says, sweeping strands of hair away from your face. You only giggle and grin at him, making him smile in return.

The branches of the tree sway gently as two figures rest under it. Your head on his shoulder and his head on yours. His arm around you, stroking your hair. The familiar smell of your hair reminds him of the childhood summer days when he carried you in his arms as laughter filled his ears and laid his head on your lap under this same tree. Things have changed since then. Ever since your sickness, things have been quieter than before, a bit slower. Nonetheless his love for you only grew with each passing day. Guilt consumed his heart for not being there with you while you battled each day, alone. His Colonel duties keep him away from you, but you never blame him for that. You understand he's doing it all for your sake and it makes you feel guilty sometimes that you've become such a burden for him.

“Caleb?” You say his name softly. “Hm?” “Let's have a baby.” He stroked your hair gently. If there's anything Caleb hated more than anything it's seeing you disappointed and hurt. “You know we can't.” “But the doctor said that I'm doing much better now.” You tilt your head and look at him with those eyes. Those yearnful eyes. “I cannot risk you for that.”

“Conceiving and carrying a child with her current condition will put her at great risk.” Zayne was your primary care physician and a trusted friend of both you and Caleb. He trusted Zayne with your health. “It would be either her or the baby. We cannot save both.” The truth was too much for you to handle. You broke down and cried for days. He hated seeing you that way. First, you had to give up on your dreams and now this. He knows how lonely you get and he hated the sight of you bedridden. “It'd be nice to have a little you running around keeping me company.” You had said once. You had dreams and ambitions but because of your poor health, gave them up in a quiet surrender. “It's alright, I have one of my dreams come true already, you.” You smiled at him. You always did. You never let him know your quiet pains.

“I'm sorry.” It's not that he didn't want children with you. The opposite in fact. He once dreamed of having a big family with you, to see you hold his child. But he would never risk you for a baby. He would always choose you.

That night you stayed up late, telling Caleb everything that's happened while he was gone. “Caleb,” you say while tracing the side of his arm. He was sitting on the edge of the bed putting his night shirt on. “Yes?” “It's... been a while since.. you know.” “Since what?,” he said while buttoning his shirt. “Since we've made...” You trail off and he stops doing what he was doing and you could see from the side of his face that his ears were flushed red. Your own cheeks heating up. “It's-” “Cmon, we did it before and I'm doing better now.” He looked at you, his face flushed and red. The bed shifted under his weight as he slowly climbed on top of you. Your thrumming against your chest as he caressed your cheek and put a strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled lightly and he kissed you. So deeply and passionately, it made him realize how much he missed you. Your one hand caressed the back of his head and trailed down to his neck and the other wrapped around his shoulder. You panted and sighed as his kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck. His hands gently unbuttoning the front of your nightdress. “I love you.”

Birds chirped outside as dawn approached. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. His shirt and your nightdress lay on the floor from the night before. You were in your chemise now and his bare chest rested against your back, his head nuzzled in the space between your shoulder and neck. “Caleb.” “Hm?” He hummed. “Do you remember the first time we did it?” He shifted a little. “Your parent's old shed cottage.” You smiled and turned around to face him. “Yeah, that old shed.”

Things were simple back then. It was before you were diagnosed with your illness. You spent the Summers with him and every Summer you grew closer with each other. He was your first love, first kiss and first everything as you were his. You were young and a bit reckless too. Making love to each other for the first time as teenagers not knowing if both of you were caught by your parents that would've been your last Summer with him. But it was Caleb, everything felt right with him.

“A great Summer it was.” “It was storming that day.” “Yeah, and we took shelter in that old shed.” He smirked at you and whispered something in your ear that made you smack his chest and push him away. He laughs and pulls you in again. Fingers trace every detail of his face. “How long will you stay?” He pauses for a moment before replying. “I'm here for another week.” Your thumb brushes over his lips. “Do you miss me?” He smiles lightly and brushes his hands over your hair. “Everyday.”

The week passes by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it you were holding onto him tightly for the last time 'till you see him again. “I'm going to be back again, soon. Okay?” He brushes away your tears. He hated this, hated leaving you here alone. “I don't want you to go. The house is going to be empty again.” You sniff, nose and eyes all puffy from crying. His own face saddened and he didn't know what he could say to make you feel otherwise. “I will write to you everyday,” he said cupping your face. “So much that you're going to get tired of my letters.” You smile through your tears. “You always say that and then you don't write back for days. I'm starting to think you have a new wife over there or something.” You pout and push him playfully, he chuckles at that. “Now that you mention it, my 'new wife' does hold me back from writing you back.” “Caleeb~” you groan. He laughs and pinches your cheek. “I will call as well, when I get the chance okay? Be a good girl and keep waiting for me,” he said kissing your forehead.

You're are starting to doze off as well. Everything feels so peaceful on this quiet afternoon. You look at him and see the peace and calm. You gently caress his cheeks and move the hair away from his forehead and rub the little scar on his left chin and find your hands going through his soft red hair.