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you get jealous (LADS Men)

featuring - Xavier x F!Reader, Rafayel x F!Reader, Sylus x F!Reader, Caleb x F!Reader, Zayne x F!Reader

a/n - really struggled to think of a circumstance for the one that wants to lock us up...

XAVIER

It was just not your day today.

Not only did you come back from a solo mission completely exhausted, dirty and emotional, but you also learned that Xavier had been tasked with helping another Hunter after their partner went down.

A female Hunter.

Now, normally that wasn't a cause for alarm. You trusted Xavier more than you trusted anyone - your life had literally been in his hands a few times. It was the female Hunter you didn't trust; Xavier was a very, very attractive man and it was no secret - you'd often caught women staring at him.

Nonetheless, you stayed at the Hunters Association building until they got back, only for your stomach to churn unpleasantly when you heard his voice followed by her laughter, before you saw them.

She was pretty, you'd give her that. But that wasn't what made you feel insecure - it was the fact that she was unharmed. No scratches, no wounds, not even dirt on her face. And there you sat, dirtied and bloodied like you'd fought a war.

Embarrassment filled you, your face burning as you hastily got to your feet. You made a swift and quiet exit, not wanting to draw either of their attention.

When you got home, you sat in the shower for what must have been an hour. You just curled up on the floor, letting the hot water cascade over your tired body, your eyes sullenly watching the droplets hit the tiles and slide down into the drain. You'd never had any reason to feel insecure before, but today was just not your day.

You heard the apartment door open and close, signaling Xavier's return. Your frown deepened, and you didn't make any move to get up and greet him. But he must have heard the shower running, because he stopped outside the door and knocked, calling your name softly.

"Hey, Xavier. I'll be out in a minute."

That brought a frown to his face. You were typically happier to see him, and your voice didn't normally sound so...sad. But true to your word, you opened the door moments later, wrapped in a towel with your damp hair sticking to your skin.

Xavier's breath caught. He always thought you looked beautiful, but something about seeing you like this, now, made his heart flutter. The sun was setting, just barely peeking into your apartment, but the soft light made your skin glow, and your hair shimmered like strings of diamonds had been weaved between the strands.

"How was it?" Your voice cut his daze short, bringing him back to reality.

"What?" He blinked, momentarily confused.

"The mission," you answered, though a hint of annoyance could be heard in your tone.

Xavier frowned, "It went well."

"Yeah, I see that."

Then you sidestepped him and walked into your shared bedroom, still not even offering him a kiss or even a smile. He trailed behind you, his shoulders sagging, looking and feeling like a kicked puppy.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his voice soft, tinged with hurt.

"No," you shook your head, pulling on an oversized t-shirt - one of his. That at least bode well.

"Then what's wrong?" He pressed, settling beside you on the bed. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, slowly trailing down before his fingers met yours.

"She looked good," you spoke barely above a whisper, voice coming out weak and vulnerable. "Better than me, at least."

"What are you talking about?" His frown deepened. "You mean (Other Name)?" You flinched, and he immediately realised his mistake. "I'm sorry. I just wonder...what makes you think that? She is not better than you, in any way." His hand grasped yours, holding it tightly.

"It's just..." You took a deep breath. "I waited for you, but I didn't look very...presentable. I was dirty, covered in blood-" he stiffened but you ignored that, "-and exhausted. But when you guys walked in...she looked fine. No dirt, no blood, no sign of exhaustion..."

Xavier thought about this for a moment, then gave you a straight answer, "That would be because I mostly dealt with the Wanderers. And you were given a harder assignment, if I recall correctly."

"Still," you whined lowly, "It made me feel...weak."

And then Xavier realised - you weren't insecure about your looks. Because of course not, why would you be? You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen - and he'd lived a long life.

"You're not weak," he softened his tone, bringing your hand up to his lips, "I would know. I have seen you face odds that even worried me a little bit. And you faced them head-on, and came out stronger because of it." He kissed your knuckled again, "And, might I add, you have done so without me, sometimes."

Your face burned, a smile slowly forming on your lips, "How do you always know just what to say?"

He smiled, "That's you, again. You taught me all of this - how to love, how to comfort, how to just...be. You don't ever have to worry about anyone being better than you, because you far outshine anyone else in every single aspect. And...I'll make you realise it, eventually. I promise."

You smiled brighter, tears brimming in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. He held you close, keeping you against his chest, continuing to whisper sweet words into your ear until you were completely relaxed.

RAFAYEL

The temptation to smack your silly fish boyfriend upside the head was becoming too overwhelming to ignore.

You were at another one of his art exhibitions, arms crossed over your chest as you stood alone before one painting. The purple-haired man was a few feet away, deep in conversation with another woman. An actress.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning your gaze to one of the art pieces on display. You refused to let that sight get to you, but the longer he spoke to her the more antsy you got. And it was not for lack of trust in Rafayel, because you trusted him (how could you not when 90% of the time he was glued to you), but you didn't trust other women.

Especially not the ones who were so versed in the art of flirtation, just as he was. Every laugh, every seemingly innocent touch, every flirtatious smile...your blood was boiling.

It would have reached a tipping point, and you would have most likely shoved yourself between them, had the realisation that their professions were much more similar not hit you square in the face in that moment. You and Rafayel were very different, polar opposites if you will, and your jobs couldn't be any more different.

And acting was a form of art, too. Well, some would argue so. It was definitely more related to painting than hunting and killing Wanderers.

In that moment, it felt as if the world was a spinning top. Nausea bubbled within you, your stomach twisting in the most unpleasant way. You had never paid much attention to how different the two of you were, until now. It had never seemed important, because all that you two cared about was who loved the other more - which made for fun arguments.

But now...

You turned away from the scene, the sound of your heels clicking against the smooth marble floor drowned out by the buzz and excitement of the crowd around you. Your exit going unnoticed because of how many people were in attendance.

When you finally found a space outside to breathe, the nausea had subsided enough for you to feel like you were not going to empty your stomach onto the pavement. It still lingered, but didn't bother you as much.

"There you are!" Rafayel's voice met your ears not even two minutes later, "I'm questioning my bodyguard's careless decision to leave me in a gallery full of strange people." He meant it jokingly, but when you didn't laugh, when you didn't even turn around to look at him, his playful grin dropped.

"Sorry, I just needed some air," you replied, voice uncharacteristically monotonous and flat.

"What's wrong?" His scent filled your nostrils a split second later, his hands coming up to turn your body to face him.

"It's-"

"Don't say nothing," he cut you off, "I may sometimes be oblivious to how you feel, but I can see something is wrong."

"I don't want to ruin your night," you gestured to the gallery.

He shrugged, his arms looping around your waist, "I'll have many more of these. They're not special." He nuzzled his face against your neck, "You, on the other hand, are."

You sighed, a heavy sigh that really caught his attention, "Rafayel, have you ever noticed how different we are?"

His entire body went rigid, before his arms somehow tightened around you, cocooning you in his warmth, "No. Don't. You can't do that." His voice shook for a moment. "Don't break up with me."

"I'm not," you reassured him, "I just...you paint for a living, I hunt Wanderers. You're into art, I know nothing about it. You know how flirt, you charm your way through everything, and I just...don't." You took a deep breath, then, "And acting is so much closer to your profession than being a Hunter."

His eyes narrowed, the gears in his head turning slowly. When he finally realised what this was about, his grip loosened and he let out a laugh, "Cutie, are you serious? You were jealous of that woman with the crooked nose? Who laughed, no wheezed, like she had just run a marathon? That lady?"

"Rafayel!"

"I'm serious! I could barely hear what she was saying, her nose was directing me another way!"

"Oh my God," you laughed, unable to help it, shaking your head.

He grinned, relief flooding him at the sight of your smile, "Feel better, cutie?" He cupped your cheeks in his hands, "Or should I tell you that she had the forehead of a baluga whale?"

You laughed even harder, playfully smacking his arm, "She looked prettier from the back!"

"Well, she wasn't," he pulled you against him, hands resting on the small of your back, "Believe me when I say this, you are the most stunning, gorgeous, badass woman I have ever seen, and you always will be. I could paint a thousand pieces, but none of them will ever hold a candle to your beauty." He kissed your cheek, "And I quite like having a Hunter girlfriend; I can brag to anyone I meet about all the Wanderers you've killed."

Your shoulders immediately lost all the invisible weight they were carrying, "Sometimes, you can be so utterly sweet. Thank you, Rafayel." You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Sometimes?!"

SYLUS

Sylus was breathtaking. No one could contest that. He was not only physically intimidating, but he was so handsome that sometimes even you felt intimidated. He was the kind of handsome that had women blushing and talking in hushed whispers, fanning themselves while trying to keep their knees from buckling.

You'd never had trouble keeping Sylus's attention. In fact, when you were around, anyone else with him struggled to keep his focus on them. You were always the center of his attention, and always would be.

But of course, you had your moments.

You'd always thought that next to such an attractive man like Sylus, you were inadequate. Or average, at best. That was far from the truth in his eyes; he felt like he wasn't worthy of your beauty. Not even just the physical kind - the kind of person you were was beautiful, pure.

It was a special night for the two of you. It marked a year since you'd admitted to being in love with him, a year since your relationship had began. But he was away, securing loyalty from another gang that ran rampant in the N109 Zone. He promised he would be home soon, and he usually kept his promises. He never disappointed, and he certainly never hurt you on purpose.

So you were fine with it, as long as you got even a few minutes with him.

But then your phone buzzed, and a photo popped up on your screen, sent by an unknown number. You would have immediately disregarded it, had it not been a picture of Sylus sitting across from the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. He was leaning forward, making it look like he was saying something inappropriate, but you couldn't tell because his face was obscured.

You really should have just deleted the photo and moved on. But then the next message came.

Not with him this time? I guess he feels embarrassed bringing you along when he's talking to someone like that.

They didn't have to elaborate. You could guess what they meant even if you didn't know who she was. She was beautiful, she looked powerful, and she was probably a lot like Sylus. Not his equal, he had no equals, but a perfect match.

You felt sick to your stomach. Sure, only Sylus himself could clear this whole mess up by telling you the truth behind the picture, but you still couldn't stop yourself from assuming the worst.

You didn't hear the door swing open. You didn't hear his heavy footsteps. Your eyes were glued to the screen, the message, the photo...all of it swirling around you like a hurricane. You were frozen to the spot, feeling sick, dizzy, upset...a dozen different emotions that made your head spin.

"Sweetie? What's wrong?"

Your phone slipped from your hand, the clattering of metal against the ground the only sound that filled the room.

Sylus was kneeling in front of you the next second, his fingers closing around your chin. He gently tilted your head up so you were looking at him, his other hand reaching down to pick up your phone.

"Before I look, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

When you didn't respond, instead shifting your gaze away and rubbing your arm like you were hiding something, he took a look at your phone. And his eyes hardened.

"I get it," you blurted, "Really."

"What?" He looked at you. "You think I-"

"She's gorgeous," you cut him off. "Probably resourceful. She looks powerful and influential. And she's in your line of...work..."

Sylus was about to answer, but then you sniffled.

The sound caused his chest to constrict painfully, and he set your phone aside to firmly grasp your hands in his, "Sweetie, look at me." He only carried on once your eyes were on him, "Have I ever lied to you?"

You shook your head, "No..."

"Have I not said you're beautiful enough?"

"You have, but-"

"There you go," he squeezed your hands, reassuring you, "You're so beautiful that if you were put into the night sky, all the stars would look dull in comparison." He lifted your hands to his lips, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles. "That woman? She serves under me. You work with me, as my equal. She is nowhere near your level."

"And even if she was, I would choose you in this lifetime and every other."

The minute your shoulders relaxed, Sylus smiled. He got to his feet, pulling you with, his arms snaking around your waist. When you looked up at him, he didn't give you the chance to thank him before his lips were on yours, kissing you so fiercely that your knees buckled. Even then, he held you firmly against his chest, kissing you like he wanted to steal the air from your lungs.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"You're even more beautiful when you're flustered," he murmured into your ear, one of his hands sliding up, fingers tangling in your hair as he cradled your head.

Later that day, when you were sleeping, he summoned the twins, handing them your phone - he would replace it, he wanted that picture erased from your mind.

"Find out who sent this. And bring them to me."

CALEB

The new Caleb was shrouded in mystery, so you figured you would be in the dark about the people he surrounded himself with now. It didn't help that he tried his hardest to keep you away from the Fleet, which had the opposite effect.

Because you were stubborn.

Under the guise of simply wanting to give him lunch, you approached the imposing building that towered over Skyhaven.

For someone who was supposedly not allowed near the Fleet, no one bothered you. No one even looked your way twice - one look and they averted their gazes. Some even lowering them. You'd never gotten this reaction from anyone in Linkon before, so you assumed it must have something to do with your beloved Colonel.

Approaching the room you'd been told he was in, your footsteps slowed once you heard a woman's voice - an unfamiliar one.

"-too reckless," she was saying, "I'm worried about you."

You stopped just outside the door, frowning. Of course, you knew the rational thing to do was not jump to conclusions, and confront Caleb about this later. But you didn't feel like being rational today, your blood boiling as you dropped the lunch bag with the food you had so lovingly prepared for him. The voices in the room went quiet, and you turned and made your exit just as the door swung open.

Not hearing Caleb, now irritated, tell the woman to leave him alone.

Caleb had always been obsessed with you - that much you were certain of. His behaviour, his actions, his words...were all an indication of the deep love and devotion he had for you. It was actual obsession, far from being an exaggeration.

So you knew you didn't have anything to worry about. Or rather, you thought you knew. Because his unwillingness to divulge information about the Fleet, his need to keep you far from that part of his life, was now spawning some ugly thoughts in your mind - thoughts you would rather not have to voice out loud.

Caleb got home before you. Somehow.

He was standing a few feet from the front door, waiting. His hand running through his hair nervously, his foot rapidly tapping the ground - a far cry from the cold, stern man who commanded the Farspace Fleet.

Your eyes drifted away, struggling to maintain focus on him. You quietly hung your coat, then made an attempt to walk past him which was instantly stopped by his hard chest.

You didn't feel like looking at him. You didn't feel like hugging him or holding his hand or touching him in any way. You just wanted to get to your room and put some distance between the two of you. Though you knew very well he would never let that happen.

"Caleb, move."

Your voice was shaky, a testament to how emotionally unstable you were. Your eyes remained fixed on the wall, even as you uttered the command, refusing to even glance at his face.

"Pipsqueak, I-"

"I said move," you repeated, voice trembling even more. Your bottom lip was too, though you were trying your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. "I'm tired."

His eyes narrowed, "You came today."

"I did," you finally pushed past him, and he just let you. "Only to find out that you don't need me worrying about you." You laughed humourlessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "You already have someone to do that."

Caleb feels himself dying a little inside at the sight of your tears. Usually he'll chase them away with a stupid joke or by doing something silly to make you laugh, but he knew right now that was not what you needed.

"It's not what you think," he took a step towards you, cautiously, afraid you might back away from him. That thought sent him spiralling into fear that he might lose you.

"Then what is it, Caleb?" You turned to face him, exasperated and upset, "Because you won't tell me anything!"

He remained silent, and you scoffed.

"That's what I thought."

"No, no, no, wait, pipsqueak!" He grabbed your wrist before you could walk away. "She's no one important okay? Actually, she's no one at all."

You crossed your arms, not quite believing him.

"I've..." He sighed, his hand moving from your wrist to intertwine with yours, "I've been working on something. It's, ah, a little embarrassing." His cheeks turned slightly pink. "But I swear, it does not involve any other woman."

"So then what is it?" You asked, tears drying as you became more curious than upset.

His blush darkened, "I may have been...trying to make my virtual assistant speak with your voice...That's why you heard her say that. It was a short clip of a voice note you once left me, but the stupid thing is struggling to incorporate your voice into its system."

Your jaw literally dropped.

"So you're telling me..."

"Yep." From the way he said that, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Don't laugh!" You whined.

He burst out laughing, "You were jealous of yourself, pipsqueak! Or, well, my virtual assistant that's supposed to sound like you."

"Stop!" You cried, smiling as you covered your burning face with your hands.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him, "Between the Farspace Fleet and trying to keep up with you, I don't have time to entertain other women, pips. Even if I wanted to, which I definitely do not. So get that out of your mind." He playfully flicked your temple.

You yelped, "Caleb!"

He grinned, "That's for thinking I could ever look at anyone else the way I look at you."

ZAYNE

You never had any reason to question Zayne, or any of his late night shifts. Or any shifts at all. You always waited for him patiently at home, sometimes ending up asleep on the couch or in your shared bed. But you would usually wake up with him there, which made everything okay.

A few minutes in the morning and a few minutes throughout the day were better than nothing at all.

But then the new doctor came into the picture. Or rather, an assistant the hospital had assigned him. A transfer who had, if the nurses were to be believed, specifically asked to work with Doctor Zayne.

She was beautiful, sure, but you weren't intimidated by that. Zayne himself did not care much for looks, and he always made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world anyway. He may be busy, but he never forgot to cherish you.

No, she was intimidating because of how intelligent she was. Being in the same field as your boyfriend, she knew a lot that you didn't. And she took his advice when you didn't (mostly). In fact, she craved his advice, sought it out even. And even though you knew Zayne would never do anything, and that he loved you, keeping your thoughts to yourself and bottling it up just worsened the sting.

You didn't notice your hands shaking until you knocked on his office door, cursing because now he was going to scold you. You stayed up late, and might have consumed one of those energy drinks he'd told you to stay away from.

"Hey, I brought you-" You stopped after opening the door, seeing his assistant doctor sitting across from him. "Oh, sorry, I'll-"

"Come in, (Name)," Zayne's voice softened, as it only ever did for you.

You stepped into the room, but his sharp eyes caught onto your trembling hands before you could even raise the lunch packet.

"Why are your hands shaking?" He frowned.

"I-"

"Did you sleep late again?" He asked, "You had one of those energy drinks."

You cursed the universe, because why did he know you so well?

"I...may have..."

"If I may," the female doctor cut in, which you found a bit rude, "Those energy drinks are incredibly bad for your health. Even just one contains enough acid and caffeine to digestive issues, and-"

"Yeah, thanks," you cut her off, "Didn't know you had a twin, Zayne." You dropped the lunch bag on his desk before swiftly exiting, without letting him speak. For added dramatic effect, you slammed his office door shut behind you.

At home, you slumped into the comforting arms of your couch, your body sinking into the soft cushions like it was trying to swallow you whole. You almost wished it would, just so you could be put out of your misery.

Curled up on the couch, you didn't hear Zayne enter. Nor did you hear his footsteps, too lost in your own world of insecurity and sadness. You didn't even realise you were crying until Zayne tapped your shoulder, and you lifted your head, and something wet rolled down your cheek.

His brows furrowed, "Why are you crying?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" You snapped at him, then sniffled. "Sorry, I didn't mean...I just..."

"You're worried about my assistant," he concluded, then sat down on the couch next to you. "If it's any consolation, I did not want nor need an assistant. It was...a surprise."

"I know," you wiped your face, only to be stopped by him, and his fingers replaced yours in brushing your tears away.

"Then what is it?" His hand settled on your cheek.

"She's just so...intelligent," you frowned. "And she listens to you better than I do. She even asks for your advice, and I...I always ignore it."

He let out a heavy sigh, but brushed his thumb across your cheek, "I have come to find your ignorance of my advice quite...endearing. It wouldn't be you if you listened to me, right?"

Those words earned a small smile from you, "Yeah."

He nodded, "Exactly. And I want you. No one else. You, with your deplorable sleeping habits, and even worse eating habits. You, with your obliviousness to health risks, and your blatant ignorance of them even after learning-"

"Is there anything good?" You grumbled, but your smile grew anyway.

He chuckled, "Yes. You, with your spontaneous in-office dates, you with your silly pranks that often raise my blood pressure, you with your innocent but wonderful outlook on life." He squeezed your hand. "And most importantly, you, who reminds me to step away and have a little fun now and then. I cannot imagine being with anyone other than you, because I have come to adore everything about you - the good and the bad. And the stressful."

Your face burned, but you let out a soft laugh, "The stressful?"

"As I said, you've raised my blood pressure on many occasions."

You laughed more, "I'm glad to be of service."

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that he only ever let you see, "I'm glad you feel better. Now that I'm home, let me cook you dinner and we can do whatever you'd like."

"Perfect," you smiled.

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