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Synopsis: A collection of angsty Love and Deepspace drabbles exploring the moment they realize the heart they'd been chasing cost them the heart that had always chosen them.
Pairing: all LI separately (including Valko) x reader/non-MC
Trigger Warning : hurt/no comfort, angst, heartbreak, no happy ending (for the LIs), mention of in-game MC, OOC
Author’s note : See what you guys made me do. I literally wrote this in a day. 😅 I hope you enjoy Part 2 from the LI's POV. 🙃 FYI, there will also be a Part 3 (as per a request from a follower 🤫).
Please read part 1 before proceeding
YOUR HEART WAS ONCE MINE
XAVIER (Word count : 553)
When Xavier arrives home, he expects to find you where you usually are - curled up on the couch with a book or out on the balcony with a cup of tea, chatting away to Puffball.
Instead, the apartment is empty.
Maybe you're still at the restaurant.
Or perhaps you stopped by the convenience store on the way home.
He checks his phone.
No missed calls.
No messages.
He tries calling you.
No answer.
A few moments later, a message appears on his screen.
Staying with a friend tonight.
His brows knit together.
It's unlike you to ignore his calls.
Even more unlike you to spend the night elsewhere without saying anything beforehand.
Maybe you'd run into someone while waiting for him and simply lost track of time.
That's the only explanation he can think of.
…
The next day at the Hunters Association, Xavier doesn't see you once.
Normally, that wouldn't mean much. The two of you work in different departments and rarely cross paths during the day.
Still...
He can't shake the feeling that you're avoiding him.
His suspicions are confirmed during a meeting with Captain Jenna.
You don't look at him even once.
When the meeting ends, everyone files out except you.
You stay behind to speak with Captain Jenna in private.
Xavier waits outside, hoping to catch you afterward.
He wants to ask what's wrong.
Before you emerge, he's called away on a mission.
The conversation will have to wait.
…
When he returns home that evening, he never expects to hear the words that leave your lips.
“I can’t do this anymore. It's over, Xavier.”
The words hit him like a blow.
“I can't be with someone who's still haunted by his past,” you say quietly. “Jeremiah told me about MC... a long time ago.”
“I can't compete with a past love you're still hoping to find again.”
Xavier opens his mouth to argue.
To tell you that it isn't like that.
But the words die in his throat.
Because somewhere deep down...
He knows there's truth in what you've said.
…
Two years pass.
At first, Xavier begs you to come back.
He promises he'll do better.
He tells you he misses you.
Each time, you turn him away.
Eventually...
He stops asking.
…
As always, Xavier spends most of his free time asleep.
But ever since you left, sleep has brought him no peace.
Each time he closes his eyes, he dreams of Philo.
Of the queen.
Of MC.
The memories intertwine, yet with every passing night, the differences become clearer.
The queen.
And the MC of this world.
They are not the same person.
They never were.
His thoughts find their way back to you.
His gaze falls to the cream-colored envelope resting on his bedside table.
Jeremiah had long since accepted that he would never return to Philo.
Instead, he'd built a new life on Earth.
Now, he is getting married.
Xavier should be happy for his friend.
He is.
If only the bride weren't you.
His fingers tighten around the wedding invitation.
Your names, written side by side in elegant gold lettering, blur as his vision stings.
Only now does he finally understand.
He spent so long chasing the person he'd lost...
That he failed to see the one who had chosen to stay.
ZAYNE (Word count : 995)
Just as Zayne is gathering his things to leave the hospital and meet you, Yvonne catches him to let him know that MC has arrived.
He immediately calls to cancel your date before hurrying to MC's side. Her injuries are only minor - nothing serious - but with her condition, he'd rather be safe than sorry.
After treating her, the two of them end up talking in his office until her hunter watch sounds with a mission alert.
Seeing how much time has already passed, Zayne decides not to go home after all and instead stays behind to finish some paperwork.
As a result, he returns home much later than expected.
He finds you curled up on the couch.
You must have waited for him until you fell asleep.
He carefully scoops you into his arms to carry you to bed. As he looks down at you, he notices your furrowed brows, the tear tracks staining your cheeks, and the faint shiver that runs through you.
He lays you down gently, pulls the blanket over you, and presses a hand to your forehead.
You don't have a fever.
Perhaps you're simply having a bad dream.
...
The next morning, Zayne wakes to find your side of the bed empty and cold.
He wanders into the kitchen, only to find a note waiting on the counter.
Gone out to run errands.
A small frown crosses his face.
Today is his day off.
You took the day off as well so the two of you could spend it together.
He doesn't dwell on it. Instead, he has breakfast, gets himself ready for the day, and decides he'll cook your favorite meal for lunch to make up for yesterday.
Whatever errands you had to run, surely you'd be home soon.
...
You don't return until evening.
“Where have you been? I was worried sick.”
He keeps his voice calm, careful not to sound accusatory.
You don't answer.
You don't even look at him.
Instead, you keep your gaze fixed on the floor.
He takes a step toward you.
You step back.
“My love... what's wrong?” he asks, concerned.
“Don't call me that,” you whisper.
Without a word, you walk into the kitchen.
Zayne follows, stopping on the opposite side of the island.
Taking a shaky breath, you finally speak.
“We've been together for three years, and I still feel like you've never truly let me in. You keep me at arm's length. You never let me see what you're really feeling.”
“I see,” Zayne replies, adjusting his glasses. “Is this about yesterday?”
“This goes beyond yesterday.”
“You feel neglected,” he observes. “Is this because of how much I've been working lately? We can discuss my schedule.”
“In that case…” Your voice sharpens as you finally meet his eyes. “Why don't we discuss yesterday's emergency?”
“MC looked and sounded perfectly fine to me.”
Zayne blinks.
When did you stop by the hospital?
Before he can respond, you continue.
“Tell me... why does she get to see the warm, gentle side of Zayne while I'm stuck loving an ice sculpture?”
“What are you trying to say?”he asks quietly, already fearing the answer.
“I'm done trying to melt your heart... only to have mine frozen instead in the process.”
“Judging by your words…” Zayne says after a long pause, “...it would seem you wish to end our relationship.”
He states it as a fact.
“Yes,” you whisper.
Another heavy silence settles between you.
“Is that it?” you ask, tears spilling over. “Aren't you going to ask me to stay? Aren't you going to fight for us?”
Zayne walks around the kitchen island, stopping only a few inches away.
His eyes are dark with emotions he refuses to show, yet his expression remains composed.
“If I ask you to stay,” he says, “it would serve only my selfishness... not your well-being.”
...
Several days pass.
As always, when Zayne doesn't know how to deal with his emotions, he buries himself in work.
One evening, he returns to an apartment that no longer feels like home.
Without you, it feels sterile.
Like another wing of the hospital.
Removing his glasses, he reaches to place them on the coffee table.
He misses.
They slip from his fingers and fall to the floor.
As he bends to retrieve them, something catches his eye beneath the couch.
...
Zayne doesn't know where you've gone after leaving him.
Still, he has a feeling you've returned to your parents' house.
Before long, he's standing outside their front door.
Only after knocking does he realize how late it is.
Perhaps everyone has already gone to bed.
The door opens.
Your eyes widen ever so slightly when you see him standing there.
Before you can close the door, he raises the sonogram he'd found beneath the couch.
“When were you planning to tell me?”
You take the sonogram from his hand.
Without hesitation, you tear it in half.
“This no longer concerns you,” you say firmly.
“You are carrying my child. Of course it concerns me.”
“There is no child.”
You shake your head.
“Not anymore.”
“I had an abortion.”
Your words strike him harder than any physical blow ever could.
He simply stares.
You wouldn't...
But the look in your eyes leaves no room for doubt.
“I wanted every last piece of you out of my life.”
You meet his gaze one final time.
“Goodbye, Zayne.”
The door slams in his face.
...
Years later, a familiar sound catches Zayne's attention as he walks down the street.
A laugh.
One he hasn't heard in years.
He turns.
There you are.
Your smile is bright.
Beside you walks another man, his hand intertwined with yours, looking at you with unmistakable adoration.
The way Zayne should have looked at you.
Your free hand rests protectively over the curve of your pregnant stomach.
A chill crawls up his spine as frost spreads across the back of his neck.
That could have been him.
That should have been him.
RAFAYEL (Word count : 719)
When Thomas stops by Linkon University to deliver Rafayel's forgotten ID badge, he barely says a word. His expression is a strange mix of disappointment and disbelief.
Rafayel doesn't think much of it.
Thomas is always on his case about something - deadlines, interviews, exhibitions, or unfinished paintings.
...
When you don't return to his studio at Whitesand Bay, he doesn't think much of that either.
The two of you don't live together.
You still have your apartment in Linkon City, and since you work there, it's far more convenient for your daily commute. You usually only stay at the studio on weekends.
However, when the weekend comes and goes without you showing up, he begins to find it odd.
What's even stranger is the silence.
Normally, you would call to remind him about his deadlines, text him to stop bullying Thomas, or nag him to take a break and eat something.
This time...
Nothing.
He checks your Moments first.
No new posts.
Then he calls you.
The call doesn't go through.
He sends several messages.
None of them are delivered.
Finally, he calls Thomas.
Thomas swears he hasn't seen or heard from you since the day he returned Rafayel's ID badge.
...
Rafayel punches the passcode into the keypad outside your apartment.
Incorrect password.
His brows knit together.
He tries again.
The same result.
He knocks.
No answer.
The apartment is silent.
Just then, your neighbor steps out of the apartment across the hall, a trash bag in hand.
“I don't think she's home,” he says casually. “Haven't seen her for a few days.”
He walks away toward the elevator, leaving Rafayel standing alone in the hallway.
...
"Breaking news from Linkon City. A massive surge of Metaflux has triggered a high-threat Protofield in the downtown shopping mall."
The reporter's voice crackles through the radio in Rafayel's car.
"We now go live to our Hunter correspondent at the scene."
Rafayel instinctively turns up the volume.
"A high-ranking Wanderer breached the downtown perimeter earlier today. The Hunter Association has secured the area. The Wanderers have been neutralized, and all civilians have been evacuated."
Before the report continues, his phone begins to ring.
Without taking his eyes off the road, he reaches for it on the passenger seat.
Unknown number.
He answers.
“Am I speaking with Mr. Rafayel?”
“Yes. Who—”
“This is Asko Hospital. Your number was listed as the emergency contact for one of our patients, Miss Y/N.”
The color drains from his face.
Without another word, he jerks the steering wheel and speeds toward the hospital.
...
Rafayel all but sprints to the reception desk.
“I'm Rafayel,” he says between breaths. “I received a call about my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend was among the civilians caught in today's Wanderer attack,” the nurse explains gently.
Before he can ask another question, he hears a familiar voice.
“Rafayel.”
MC approaches, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“I was one of the Hunters at the scene. I recognized her and rode with her in the ambulance.”
“Is she okay?” he asks immediately.
MC lowers her eyes.
“I... don't know.”
“They took her straight into surgery.”
...
Rafayel and MC wait outside the operating room in complete silence.
Finally, the doors open.
The surgeon steps outside.
“Is my girlfriend okay?”
The doctor's expression says enough.
“Your girlfriend used her own body to shield a child from falling glass after the Wanderers shattered the skylight.” The doctor says.
“I'm sorry.”
“Her injuries were too severe. They caused damage to several vital organs.”
“We couldn't save her.”
Behind him, hurried footsteps echo down the hallway.
Thomas.
“I came as soon as you called,” he says, breathless. “What happened? Is she okay?”
MC silently shakes her head.
Thomas lowers his gaze.
After a long moment, he reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a photograph.
“I found this in my office at Flux Arts.”
Rafayel accepts it with trembling hands.
It's a photograph of the two of you.
Turning it over, he immediately recognizes your handwriting.
I'm sorry I wasn't the one you chose to be your muse. I wish you all the best.
His fingers tighten around the photograph.
His knees give way beneath him.
A single tear slips down his cheek.
Halfway down, it transforms into a pearl before rolling across the hospital floor.
SYLUS (Word count : 711)
Sylus is greeted by the blaring sound of music - if it can even be called music - the moment he steps into the base. It pounds through the halls, loud enough to give him a headache.
“Luke. Kieran. Turn that noise off,” he calls.
“That isn't us, Boss,” the twins reply in unison as they walk up behind him.
“Boss-lady's home,” Kieran says.
“And she's in a really bad mood,” Luke adds.
“That's putting it lightly,” Kieran mutters. “She trashed her bedroom.”
Following the music, Sylus heads toward his room.
He finds you there, rock music blasting from your phone as you practically scream the lyrics while drinking wine straight from the bottle.
Leaning against the doorframe, he crosses his arms.
“Having fun?” he calls over the music, his tone laced with amusement.
You turn to face him.
“Well, well, well…” you slur with a crooked smile. “If it isn't Boss-man.”
His amusement fades at your mocking tone.
Pushing himself off the doorframe, he walks over and switches off your phone.
“How's MC?” you ask.
“Oh... or should I call her Kitten?”
You take another swig of wine.
“Or maybe Sweetie?”
“You're drunk,” Sylus says, reaching for the bottle. “What brought this on?”
You stumble backward before he can take it.
“Sooo…” you drawl, swaying slightly. “What did little Miss Hunter need the big, bad leader of Onychinus for this time?”
Your smirk is sharp.
“She needed help recovering a stolen Protocore,” Sylus replies evenly.
“Riiight…”
You nod exaggeratedly.
“And that was more important than picking your girlfriend up from work? Or at the very least sending someone else in your place?”
Your voice hardens.
Before he can answer, you hurl the wine bottle at him.
Sylus doesn't even bother using his evol.
He simply steps aside.
The bottle smashes against the wall behind him, glass scattering across the floor.
“No more explanations disguised as excuses.”
“No more expensive gifts to make up for your absence.”
“I'm not another deal you can close.”
Your finger jabs toward his chest.
“For your sake…”
“I hope MC is worth it.”
Without waiting for a response, you storm out.
...
EVER has always been a thorn in Sylus's side.
They interfere with Onychinus' operations whenever they can and have made hunting him something of a pastime.
Lately, however, things have changed.
For the past several months, EVER has become unusually aggressive, launching increasingly frequent ambushes against his operations throughout the N109 Zone.
Sylus built his authority by taking control of illegal evol weapon and Protocore trade.
Now, someone is systematically dismantling that control.
Every investigation ends the same way.
Nothing.
Whoever is orchestrating this leaves no trace behind.
So Sylus decides to become the bait.
He stages a fake operation, intending to lure the mastermind into the open.
...
“Aww... you went to all this trouble just for little old me?”
A familiar voice drifts across the rooftop.
“You shouldn't have.”
Sylus turns.
There you stand.
Or rather...
A blurred outline of you.
Black-and-crimson mist coils around your body - his evol - but it never makes contact.
You click your tongue.
“Hello, Mephie.”
You give the mechanical crow a cheerful wave.
“It's nice to see you again.”
“How are the twins?”
Sylus ignores the question.
“So…”
“You're the thorn in my side.”
“What exactly is the game here?”
He takes a slow step forward.
“Was I really such a terrible partner that you joined EVER just to get revenge?”
You shrug.
“You know what they say.”
“Revenge is sweet.”
Tilting your head, you smile.
“Don't you remember the last thing I said before I walked away?”
Sylus's eyes darken.
His evol lashes out toward you.
Once again...
It passes harmlessly through your figure.
From the day you met, Sylus knew you were an Evolver.
He even knew your Evol belonged to both the Simulation and Spatium classes.
But never once had he seen you use it.
Until now.
“You had no problem playing games with my heart.”
Your voice echoes around him.
He can no longer see you.
“It's my turn now.”
The voice comes from directly behind him.
He spins around.
Nothing.
Only silence greets him.
It would seem Sylus has made himself a new enemy.
One far more dangerous than he ever imagined.
S-Rank Evol: Spectrum.
CALEB (Word count : 794)
Caleb has spent several weeks on a mission deep within the Deepspace Tunnels.
The day he returns, the two of you have plans to meet for dinner.
What he doesn't expect is for MC to show up at HQ.
She knew when his mission would end, but he never imagined she'd come to surprise him in person.
He quickly sends you a message, making up an excuse for why he can't make it.
He knows you wouldn't be happy if you found out the real reason.
...
After spending the entire day with MC, Caleb drops her off at the train station before finally heading home.
Your abrupt hang-up from earlier keeps replaying in his mind.
It wasn't like you.
The memory has been nagging at him ever since.
“Baaabe, I'm home.”
Silence.
“Babe?”
Still nothing.
He walks into the bedroom.
The wardrobe door is wide open.
His fingers trail across the hangers.
Empty spaces stare back at him.
Several of your clothes are missing.
A knot forms in his stomach.
He rushes into the bathroom.
All your toiletries are gone.
He calls you.
Once.
Twice.
Again and again.
No answer.
He opens the tracking app on his phone.
Location unavailable.
You turned it off.
He immediately checks your car's GPS.
Disconnected.
He didn't even know you knew he had been tracking your location.
Trying to think clearly, he runs through every place you might have gone.
Then it hits him.
The bar.
The place where the two of you first met after Gideon dragged him out for drinks.
Without another thought, he grabs his keys and leaves.
...
Sure enough, your car is parked outside.
Caleb makes his way through the crowded bar until he finally spots you sitting alone.
He slides into the seat across from you.
You let out a tired sigh.
You should have known this would be the first place he'd look.
“Babe…”
He reaches across the table.
You pull your hands away before he can touch them.
“Don't call me that.”
“I tried to be understanding,” you say with a bitter laugh. “Growing up, the two of you only had each other. Of course you'd be close. Of course you'd want to be the perfect big brother.”
Caleb immediately knows who you're talking about.
“I'm done feeling like the third wheel.”
Your fist slams onto the table.
“I kept trying to convince myself I was imagining things.”
“But even a blind person could see how hopelessly in love with her you are.”
Caleb says nothing.
The words catch in his throat.
For years, he'd buried those feelings.
Longing.
Yearning.
Wanting MC to be more than just the girl who grew up beside him.
Believing those feelings were wrong, he'd convinced himself they would disappear if he moved on.
Then he met you.
He truly cared about you.
But no matter how hard he tried...
He could never love you as deeply as he loved her.
He just never imagined you'd realize it.
A tear slips down your cheek.
“I deserve someone who chooses me first.”
Your voice barely rises above a whisper.
“And that's something you'll never be able to do.”
You stand.
Caleb rises with you, gently catching your wrist.
His grip is loose.
Almost pleading.
“We tried,” you say softly.
“But it's time for me to let you go.”
Standing on your tiptoes, you press one last kiss to his cheek before walking away.
...
Years later, Caleb wanders aimlessly through one of Skyhaven's parks.
You used to come here together all the time.
As he passes a large tree, he notices a little boy staring up into its branches.
Following the child's gaze, Caleb spots a kite tangled high above.
With a flick of his evol, gravity shifts.
The kite drifts gently down into the boy's waiting hands.
“Thank you, mister!”
For a moment, Caleb is struck by how familiar the boy's eyes look.
“Caleb!”
Both he and the boy turn toward the voice.
“Mama's calling!” the boy exclaims, waving happily. “Bye-bye!”
He runs across the grass.
Straight into the waiting arms of a woman.
Caleb recognizes you instantly.
You kneel to hug the little boy, smiling as another man walks over carrying three ice cream cones.
The resemblance between the man and the child is unmistakable.
Caleb watches the three of you walk away together.
A bittersweet smile touches his lips.
Things with MC never worked out.
In the end, she chose Zayne.
And you...
You found the happiness he could never give you.
As the laughter of your family fades into the distance, Caleb is left standing alone.
Exactly where his choices had led him.
He had spent so many years yearning for someone …
… that he ended up losing the woman who truly loved him.
VALKO (Word count : 673)
Valko's ears perk at the sound of a rustle outside his office.
He ends the call and pulls the door open, only to stop when he steps on several chocolate bars scattered across the floor beside a fallen plastic bag.
His eyes widen.
He strides down the hallway, just in time to catch a glimpse of your devastated expression as the elevator doors slide shut.
By the time he reaches the lobby, you're already gone.
He stands there, trying to make sense of what just happened.
Then it clicks.
You must have overheard his phone call.
He drags a hand down his face.
This is bad.
…
Over the next few days, Valko calls and messages you repeatedly, desperate to explain.
You ignore every single one.
He gives you another day, hoping you simply need space and that you'll reach out when you're ready.
You never do.
So he decides to come to you.
You live in the student dormitories on Linkon University's campus.
Avoiding security, he slips onto the grounds and circles around to the side of your building until he reaches your window.
After glancing around, he picks up a few small pebbles and tosses them lightly against the glass.
Finally, the window slides open.
Your eyes widen.
“What are you doing here?” you hiss.
“I didn't have a choice,” he whispers back. “You wouldn't answer me.”
He gestures toward you.
“Move back.”
Taking several steps away from the building, he crouches before launching himself upward.
Using his claws, he catches the windowsill and effortlessly pulls himself inside.
Normally, you'd giggle whenever he did this.
Today...
You don't even smile.
Your arms remain folded across your chest.
The playfulness vanishes from Valko's face, leaving behind only quiet seriousness.
“We need to talk.”
You sit on the edge of your bed.
The dorm room suddenly feels much smaller with Valko standing inside it.
“There isn't anything to talk about,” you reply quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.
“You heard my conversation at the office, didn't you?”
You nod.
His wolf ears immediately droop.
Without another word, he kneels in front of you and rests his head in your lap.
You don't push him away.
Silence stretches between you before he finally speaks.
“I'm sorry.”
His voice barely rises above a whisper.
“I really wanted it to be you.”
He means it.
Your scent had always been uniquely comforting to him, carrying the fresh, earthy fragrance of a forest - the very place wolves instinctively consider home.
He had convinced himself that if he stayed by your side long enough, Perhaps the mating bond would eventually awaken.
But, fate had chosen someone else.
“This doesn't have to be the end,” he says hopefully. “ We can still be friends.”
A sad smile tugs at your lips.
You reach up and gently scratch behind his wolf ears.
…
The two of you tried to stay friends.
But as Valko devoted himself to pursuing his fated mate while you buried yourself in your studies, the gap between you widened until the two of you drifted apart.
Now, the only reminder that either of you still exists comes once a year in form of a simple birthday text.
…
Valko absentmindedly scrolls through your Moments.
After graduating from university, you achieved your dream of becoming a wildlife biologist.
Every new post shows you somewhere different in the world, surrounded by forests, mountains, oceans, and the animals you've always loved.
You look genuinely happy.
As for Valko...
He spent months trying to convince MC to accept the mating bond between them.
She refused.
She told him that, as a human, she would never accept someone simply because fate declared them soulmates.
If she ever loved someone...
It would be because she chose them with her own heart.
Now, staring at your smiling face on his screen, Valko can't help but wonder...
What if he had done the same?
What if he had rejected fate...
...and chosen the woman who never needed an invisible bond to stand by his side.
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