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The one where he becomes a father: Caleb, Rafayel and Zayne | Part 1
Just the Li's as dads! Leave your thoughts down below and remember to show some love! (comments, likes and reposts) They are all a bit long... sorry! (or not!)
Caleb
The second he laid his eyes on the baby, something in him changed instantly; he couldn't point out what, but there was this sudden shift in him, and when he held your son in his arms, he was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second. It did not matter to him how his son looked, but when his purple eyes shone back at him, he couldn't help but start crying softly.
The life he never thought he would have was suddenly right here in this hospital room on his ship. "God..." He sniffled, "He's beautiful..." He said as he softly bounced the baby as he began to stir in his father's arms, recognising his voice almost instantly, "Yeah, baby, it's daddy." He coos, "Daddy is right here, and he is never going to leave..." He kissed his forehead and looked at you "Thank you, pips." He looks up at you, and a small tear falls, and you smile, gesturing for him to come closer.
Caleb moved slowly and slowly rested down on the bed right next to you, passing you your son as he settled down properly and rested his arm behind you, leaving you room to rest your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
You shuffle slightly and move to rest the baby on your skin as you look up at him with tired eyes "He looks just like you..." You smile up at him, and that is when the water works begin, and he becomes a blubbering mess, muttering thank yous and I love yous and I don't deserve yous.
You just giggle and run your fingers through his hair "Gee, I didn't know I had two babies in my bed." You tease and pull him close, kissing him gently before looking down at the infant.
"He's definitely going to need a sibling if he is like me, he won't be able to cope being alone." He chuckles as he caresses the baby's face with his forefinger.
"I am glad we were thinking the same." You grin up at him with a twinkle in your eye.
"Really? An hour ago, your hand was around my throat, squeezing the life out of me for putting a boulder inside of you-"
You shh him with your finger "We all have our moments, dear." You coo and look down at your son.
It was safe to say that you made sure your firstborn was surrounded by company, having three more babies after him, three boys and a girl, who unsurprisingly took after you and had all three brothers wrapped around her tiny finger - especially her father...
Caleb would be the type of dad to sit there and go with whatever his children wanted... if they wanted to be a basketball champion or a figure skater, they got all the training they needed, and he made sure to come to every game or competition, even if he came in his colonel uniform.
To me, he is a family man first and foremost, so whenever he can make them happy, he does it... and maybe a few guilt gifts for when he has to go on long missions, but he tries to be the best father he can be. Giving them the life that MC and he couldn't have growing up.
He would definitely struggle with hospitals, worried that what happened to him and MC might happen to his kids, especially when their evols start appearing, so he makes sure that the only doctor they see is Zayne. He didn't care for conflict of interest; in fact, he invested thousands of pounds into the hospital to get his way to make sure his children were safe.
He would probably try to be strict at first, but when he sees his kids becoming rebellious against it, he takes a step back and takes a firm, but fair approach. Plus, it was you who ran the house anyway, so whatever you say goes.
His favourite part of being a dad? The weekend mornings, before all the clubs start, and he can have them all sitting around the counter or all helping make breakfast as he simply listens to the chatter surrounding him, before telling them to wake you up for the day.
His second favourite thing is hearing them laugh, or family days out, but he really cherishes the family movie night where the kids use him as a makeshift pillow and bed, hanging onto him as you snuggle into his side, and he gets to just sit there and take it all in, thanking his lucky stars that he found his way back to you.
Rafayel
Rafayel comes from a big family, not biologically, of course, but he seems to protect each Lumerian, not like a God would, but like a family member would, and so, all in all, when it comes down to it, family is one of the most important parts of his existence. He's pretty sure that if it wasn't for Aunt Talia, he wouldn't be here.
With two of your kids already on this earth, you and Rafayel were certain that was enough between your missions and his exhibitions, plus Thomas had two, and he was doing well, so two was perfect! Or, that is what you two both told each other whenever you saw the baby section in the store. It was logical... except you two were not the most logical pair.
You had been feeling under the weather for a few days, maybe even weeks, and at first, you thought it was your period, but when that didn't come, for a while, you were stumped as to why something felt so off. Until the vomiting joined the mix and Rafayel had to call Josephine himself to tell her that you were off sick, and who dares to fight against a rich artist like Rafayel? So you were housebound for a while until you recovered.
Except, you weren't recovering, but you were not getting worse either; you were in this dull middle, until the familiar feeling clicked and you opened your eyes with a gasp.
You leave your room and slip into the bathroom, zooming past the sitting room where Rafayel was sitting by the colouring table, bouncing your toddler on his knee and participating in a scribbling competition with your six-year-old "No, let papa win I-a god, defeated by his daughter." He sighs dramatically, "How will I ever go on being an artist?" He puts the back of his arm over his head as he stabilises his son on his knee, peaking at his daughter as he tries not to break out in a smile.
His eyes follow you zoom past, and he gently puts the toddler in his play chair, straps him in and gives his daughter a new colouring sheet "Let's see who can keep the colour within the lines next?" he says, quickly throwing her into another challenge, placing a kiss on her head, before leaving to see you.
"Cutie?" He asks softly and knocks on the door, "Are you okay? You seemed to be getting better over the past few days. Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"
"No! No, I mean, eventually we will have to go, but I know what's wrong." You quickly explain as you look at the pregnancy test in your hand, "Or I will do any minute now..." You mutter more to yourself, but your husband heard you.
"Oh? What do you mean, what illness can you find out within-?" And just like that, he went quiet as everything clicked into place, and he, too, let out a gasp, "Let me in."
"What, Rafayel, the kids-"
"The kids are fine, the little seashells are all preoccupied, let me in." He tried the handle again and pouted, "Do you want me to say please-?" Without another word, the door opened, and Rafayel was yanked in. You glanced at the kids to make sure they were safe and busy before walking back in to see your husband staring at the stick as if it were the baby itself.
"Wow, we really did try our hardest in Venice- ow!" He flinched when you pinched the back of his arm and smiled softly, "This is perfect! I mean, are you ready, because if not-"
You smile and take the stick from his hand and plant a soft kiss on his lips "I am ready, if you are." He cups your face and smiles, "I love you."
When nine months came and went, you sent your kids to Aunt Talia's house for the night as you gave birth to your second daughter, making sure you were alright before taking your daughter into your arms and cradling her "I mean, three is an odd number..." He began as he looked at the purple mop on his daughter's head with a glint in his eyes.
You grin and shake your head, "Yes, it is."
"And you hate odd numbers, unless it ends in five, so..."
"I do." You say as you take your daughter back to nurse her
"Baby number four?" He asks, wriggling his brows, "I mean, we are going to France in six months and it worked like a treat last time."
You snort with laughter and look at him, "Babe, I have just had a baby!"
He chuckles and kisses you, "I know, but you just look so beautiful right now - I mean, you're always beautiful, but the mama glow is to die for on you!" He kisses you again "Again, thank you, my love." He caresses your face "All jokes aside, I have already told Thomas to clear my schedule, so you don't need to worry about a thing. I will be with you every step of the way."
You rest your head in his palm and nod. You knew he meant it because Rafayel had never abandoned you; he was always by your side, since the day you met.
However, as the years went on, the two of you went on to have two more children, because everything had to end in five!
Rafayel, as a father, would want his children to strive for their best, whatever their best looked like, but he definitely worked hard to make sure his children had one creative hobby, whether it was painting, pottery, musical instruments or dance, or multiple ones. He strived to make sure they felt enriched culturally and creatively.
His favourite part of being a dad was the early mornings or late evenings, or how his girls would sit at the bottom of his ladder and watch him paint, or how they would all go on walks on the beach, telling ghost stories, collecting seashells and learning about Lumerian history.
He would teach his children to be confident. If they got in trouble at school, he would question the other kids, because how could his precious seashells do anything wrong? A problem with anything? It would be fixed by the next day. A last-minute project? He would stay up all night to make sure they got the highest mark.
He was the pillow they all could fall on when life got tough, and he prided himself on that.
Zayne
Zayne never expected to be a father. Sure, he had his moments of weakness where he would look at you in his arms and catch himself seeing a mini you and him playing in front of the two of you, but he never thought it would be a reality.
The truth was, he was scared, and the fear grew with every day that he loved you (not that he would have it any other way), a fear that, like in every other lifetime, you would be taken from him and adding a kid into the mix, he could only think the universe would turn more cruel.
However, holding your hand whilst his colleague at the hospital took your ultrasound, all the loud noises in his head disappeared in an instant as he squeezed your hand. You couldn't be sure if he was crying, but you did hear some sniffles in your left ear; you could only smile at the small button on the small screen. The baby growing inside you was a surprise, but a good surprise.
Your husband would try his hardest to keep to his normal temperament, to try and make sure you felt like you can rely on him, but every night when you went to sleep he was studying with parenting books and neonatal medicine textbooks to make sure he was prepared for all outcomes. He just wanted to make sure he was the best parent he could be for the life growing inside of you.
“I think it’s a boy.” You called out to him whilst he was getting dressed in the bedroom and you were making breakfast.
“Really?” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, a few moments of silence as he considered your theory. “What makes you think that, my love?” He asks as his arms wraps around your waist, his nose nuzzling your hair as he took in the scent that was uniquely you.
“My stomach has low carrying.” You explain as you stir the porridge and continue scrolling through old wives tales.
Zayne raised a brow at this and moved so his chin was resting on your head as he looked down at your screen “I see.” He muses “next thing you’re going to tell me is that you’ve only craved salty things.”
“No, I’ve become a mini you.” You grin “I’ve gained my own sweet tooth.” You gleam up at him and he smiles “ah so it could be twins.” He nods
“Twins?” You mutter, as you looked down at your bump, there was no way you could be holding two in there
Zayne chuckled and put your phone down “relax I’m only teasing you.” He said as he showed you the next line ‘if you crave sweet things you’re having a girl.’
A small blush appears on your cheek and zayne plants a kiss on your head “either way, it doesn’t matter to me, boy, girl, twins or not.” He cups your cheek to make sure you’re facing him “as long as I have you in full health, that’s all that matters to me.”
Because truthfully, all he needed was you, and even though at first the baby gave him a rest from the noises in his head, they soon came back. So, as long as he had you at the end of it all, he could push through all the noise.
The day the baby was born, there was a storm, leading you to have to give birth at home as there was no way you and zayne could arrive at the hospital safely. You laid on the guest bed and held on tightly to one of the pillows around you as zayne was at the other end preparing to deliver the baby.
“Alright, baby are you ready to push?” He asks, his thumb caressing your ankle as he heard your whimper “it’s alright, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
You nod and with a deep breath you prepare for your first push.
Zayne guided you through each push, his loving caresses on your legs and his sweet words were the only thing that got you through as you gave birth to your first born, a boy.
He handed you your son with a small smile and kissed you on the head “you’re both healthy. But we should take him and you to the hospital as soon as the storm clears.
You nod as you cradle your son as the mattress dips beside you as your husband joins you, letting your son hold his finger.
“Told you it was going to be a boy.” You muse and he just smiles and kisses you gently “you’re never wrong, my love.” He says against your lips before kissing you again.
The two of you only had one more child a few years later, a baby girl, which surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) all you wanted was sweet snacks, usually stealing zayne’s especially in the late stages of the pregnancy where you were ravenous more often than not.
Zayne promised you the old wives tales were just coincidences, but after that you weren’t so sure, and you spent the rest of your days teasing him about how the old wives tales were right.
Your poor husband eventually gave up trying to explain the science to you and whenever you brought it up he would either pull you into a hug or kiss you to prevent you from saying anything more.
“I’m pretty sure you just say nonsense whenever you want affection at this point.” He mutters as he read his medical journal and you just chuckled
“So what if I am.”
“Then you can write down in your findings that it’s very affective.” He quips, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly in amusement.
You smile as you nurse your daughter as you lay next to him “I love you.”
He closed his journal and looked at you “I love you too.”
Zayne as a father would be firm but fair (most of the time) some of the time, your children had him wrapped around their little pinkie fingers, convincing him to buy them sweet treats after school or tests, or talking him out of making them do their homework at times.
But, when needs be he does put his foot down and his children respect him more than anything, because at the end of the day he just wants the best for them and their future to be bright.
He would be the type of father who would quietly listens to your worries and fears and talk you through them, not giving you a solution, but helping you come to your own.
He would be there whenever one of your children called, and wouldn’t tolerate any mistreatment of them, infact if the school didn’t handle any cases of bullying effectively then you could bet that he would be sending them to an even better school.
And he one hundred percent uses his influence to help his kids in anyway that he can because you and his two children are everything to him.
And even though some nights the voices are louder, he could ignore them as long as it meant that all three of you were in his arms at the end of the day.
(P.S. He would definitely leave a note on a napkin for your kid’s lunches to make sure they ate and had a healthy diet overall).
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The one where he becomes a father: Caleb, Rafayel and Zayne | Part 1
Just the Li's as dads! Leave your thoughts down below and remember to show some love! (comments, likes and reposts) They are all a bit long... sorry! (or not!)
Caleb
The second he laid his eyes on the baby, something in him changed instantly; he couldn't point out what, but there was this sudden shift in him, and when he held your son in his arms, he was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second. It did not matter to him how his son looked, but when his purple eyes shone back at him, he couldn't help but start crying softly.
The life he never thought he would have was suddenly right here in this hospital room on his ship. "God..." He sniffled, "He's beautiful..." He said as he softly bounced the baby as he began to stir in his father's arms, recognising his voice almost instantly, "Yeah, baby, it's daddy." He coos, "Daddy is right here, and he is never going to leave..." He kissed his forehead and looked at you "Thank you, pips." He looks up at you, and a small tear falls, and you smile, gesturing for him to come closer.
Caleb moved slowly and slowly rested down on the bed right next to you, passing you your son as he settled down properly and rested his arm behind you, leaving you room to rest your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
You shuffle slightly and move to rest the baby on your skin as you look up at him with tired eyes "He looks just like you..." You smile up at him, and that is when the water works begin, and he becomes a blubbering mess, muttering thank yous and I love yous and I don't deserve yous.
You just giggle and run your fingers through his hair "Gee, I didn't know I had two babies in my bed." You tease and pull him close, kissing him gently before looking down at the infant.
"He's definitely going to need a sibling if he is like me, he won't be able to cope being alone." He chuckles as he caresses the baby's face with his forefinger.
"I am glad we were thinking the same." You grin up at him with a twinkle in your eye.
"Really? An hour ago, your hand was around my throat, squeezing the life out of me for putting a boulder inside of you-"
You shh him with your finger "We all have our moments, dear." You coo and look down at your son.
It was safe to say that you made sure your firstborn was surrounded by company, having three more babies after him, three boys and a girl, who unsurprisingly took after you and had all three brothers wrapped around her tiny finger - especially her father...
Caleb would be the type of dad to sit there and go with whatever his children wanted... if they wanted to be a basketball champion or a figure skater, they got all the training they needed, and he made sure to come to every game or competition, even if he came in his colonel uniform.
To me, he is a family man first and foremost, so whenever he can make them happy, he does it... and maybe a few guilt gifts for when he has to go on long missions, but he tries to be the best father he can be. Giving them the life that MC and he couldn't have growing up.
He would definitely struggle with hospitals, worried that what happened to him and MC might happen to his kids, especially when their evols start appearing, so he makes sure that the only doctor they see is Zayne. He didn't care for conflict of interest; in fact, he invested thousands of pounds into the hospital to get his way to make sure his children were safe.
He would probably try to be strict at first, but when he sees his kids becoming rebellious against it, he takes a step back and takes a firm, but fair approach. Plus, it was you who ran the house anyway, so whatever you say goes.
His favourite part of being a dad? The weekend mornings, before all the clubs start, and he can have them all sitting around the counter or all helping make breakfast as he simply listens to the chatter surrounding him, before telling them to wake you up for the day.
His second favourite thing is hearing them laugh, or family days out, but he really cherishes the family movie night where the kids use him as a makeshift pillow and bed, hanging onto him as you snuggle into his side, and he gets to just sit there and take it all in, thanking his lucky stars that he found his way back to you.
Rafayel
Rafayel comes from a big family, not biologically, of course, but he seems to protect each Lumerian, not like a God would, but like a family member would, and so, all in all, when it comes down to it, family is one of the most important parts of his existence. He's pretty sure that if it wasn't for Aunt Talia, he wouldn't be here.
With two of your kids already on this earth, you and Rafayel were certain that was enough between your missions and his exhibitions, plus Thomas had two, and he was doing well, so two was perfect! Or, that is what you two both told each other whenever you saw the baby section in the store. It was logical... except you two were not the most logical pair.
You had been feeling under the weather for a few days, maybe even weeks, and at first, you thought it was your period, but when that didn't come, for a while, you were stumped as to why something felt so off. Until the vomiting joined the mix and Rafayel had to call Josephine himself to tell her that you were off sick, and who dares to fight against a rich artist like Rafayel? So you were housebound for a while until you recovered.
Except, you weren't recovering, but you were not getting worse either; you were in this dull middle, until the familiar feeling clicked and you opened your eyes with a gasp.
You leave your room and slip into the bathroom, zooming past the sitting room where Rafayel was sitting by the colouring table, bouncing your toddler on his knee and participating in a scribbling competition with your six-year-old "No, let papa win I-a god, defeated by his daughter." He sighs dramatically, "How will I ever go on being an artist?" He puts the back of his arm over his head as he stabilises his son on his knee, peaking at his daughter as he tries not to break out in a smile.
His eyes follow you zoom past, and he gently puts the toddler in his play chair, straps him in and gives his daughter a new colouring sheet "Let's see who can keep the colour within the lines next?" he says, quickly throwing her into another challenge, placing a kiss on her head, before leaving to see you.
"Cutie?" He asks softly and knocks on the door, "Are you okay? You seemed to be getting better over the past few days. Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"
"No! No, I mean, eventually we will have to go, but I know what's wrong." You quickly explain as you look at the pregnancy test in your hand, "Or I will do any minute now..." You mutter more to yourself, but your husband heard you.
"Oh? What do you mean, what illness can you find out within-?" And just like that, he went quiet as everything clicked into place, and he, too, let out a gasp, "Let me in."
"What, Rafayel, the kids-"
"The kids are fine, the little seashells are all preoccupied, let me in." He tried the handle again and pouted, "Do you want me to say please-?" Without another word, the door opened, and Rafayel was yanked in. You glanced at the kids to make sure they were safe and busy before walking back in to see your husband staring at the stick as if it were the baby itself.
"Wow, we really did try our hardest in Venice- ow!" He flinched when you pinched the back of his arm and smiled softly, "This is perfect! I mean, are you ready, because if not-"
You smile and take the stick from his hand and plant a soft kiss on his lips "I am ready, if you are." He cups your face and smiles, "I love you."
When nine months came and went, you sent your kids to Aunt Talia's house for the night as you gave birth to your second daughter, making sure you were alright before taking your daughter into your arms and cradling her "I mean, three is an odd number..." He began as he looked at the purple mop on his daughter's head with a glint in his eyes.
You grin and shake your head, "Yes, it is."
"And you hate odd numbers, unless it ends in five, so..."
"I do." You say as you take your daughter back to nurse her
"Baby number four?" He asks, wriggling his brows, "I mean, we are going to France in six months and it worked like a treat last time."
You snort with laughter and look at him, "Babe, I have just had a baby!"
He chuckles and kisses you, "I know, but you just look so beautiful right now - I mean, you're always beautiful, but the mama glow is to die for on you!" He kisses you again "Again, thank you, my love." He caresses your face "All jokes aside, I have already told Thomas to clear my schedule, so you don't need to worry about a thing. I will be with you every step of the way."
You rest your head in his palm and nod. You knew he meant it because Rafayel had never abandoned you; he was always by your side, since the day you met.
However, as the years went on, the two of you went on to have two more children, because everything had to end in five!
Rafayel, as a father, would want his children to strive for their best, whatever their best looked like, but he definitely worked hard to make sure his children had one creative hobby, whether it was painting, pottery, musical instruments or dance, or multiple ones. He strived to make sure they felt enriched culturally and creatively.
His favourite part of being a dad was the early mornings or late evenings, or how his girls would sit at the bottom of his ladder and watch him paint, or how they would all go on walks on the beach, telling ghost stories, collecting seashells and learning about Lumerian history.
He would teach his children to be confident. If they got in trouble at school, he would question the other kids, because how could his precious seashells do anything wrong? A problem with anything? It would be fixed by the next day. A last-minute project? He would stay up all night to make sure they got the highest mark.
He was the pillow they all could fall on when life got tough, and he prided himself on that.
Zayne
Zayne never expected to be a father. Sure, he had his moments of weakness where he would look at you in his arms and catch himself seeing a mini you and him playing in front of the two of you, but he never thought it would be a reality.
The truth was, he was scared, and the fear grew with every day that he loved you (not that he would have it any other way), a fear that, like in every other lifetime, you would be taken from him and adding a kid into the mix, he could only think the universe would turn more cruel.
However, holding your hand whilst his colleague at the hospital took your ultrasound, all the loud noises in his head disappeared in an instant as he squeezed your hand. You couldn't be sure if he was crying, but you did hear some sniffles in your left ear; you could only smile at the small button on the small screen. The baby growing inside you was a surprise, but a good surprise.
Your husband would try his hardest to keep to his normal temperament, to try and make sure you felt like you can rely on him, but every night when you went to sleep he was studying with parenting books and neonatal medicine textbooks to make sure he was prepared for all outcomes. He just wanted to make sure he was the best parent he could be for the life growing inside of you.
“I think it’s a boy.” You called out to him whilst he was getting dressed in the bedroom and you were making breakfast.
“Really?” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, a few moments of silence as he considered your theory. “What makes you think that, my love?” He asks as his arms wraps around your waist, his nose nuzzling your hair as he took in the scent that was uniquely you.
“My stomach has low carrying.” You explain as you stir the porridge and continue scrolling through old wives tales.
Zayne raised a brow at this and moved so his chin was resting on your head as he looked down at your screen “I see.” He muses “next thing you’re going to tell me is that you’ve only craved salty things.”
“No, I’ve become a mini you.” You grin “I’ve gained my own sweet tooth.” You gleam up at him and he smiles “ah so it could be twins.” He nods
“Twins?” You mutter, as you looked down at your bump, there was no way you could be holding two in there
Zayne chuckled and put your phone down “relax I’m only teasing you.” He said as he showed you the next line ‘if you crave sweet things you’re having a girl.’
A small blush appears on your cheek and zayne plants a kiss on your head “either way, it doesn’t matter to me, boy, girl, twins or not.” He cups your cheek to make sure you’re facing him “as long as I have you in full health, that’s all that matters to me.”
Because truthfully, all he needed was you, and even though at first the baby gave him a rest from the noises in his head, they soon came back. So, as long as he had you at the end of it all, he could push through all the noise.
The day the baby was born, there was a storm, leading you to have to give birth at home as there was no way you and zayne could arrive at the hospital safely. You laid on the guest bed and held on tightly to one of the pillows around you as zayne was at the other end preparing to deliver the baby.
“Alright, baby are you ready to push?” He asks, his thumb caressing your ankle as he heard your whimper “it’s alright, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
You nod and with a deep breath you prepare for your first push.
Zayne guided you through each push, his loving caresses on your legs and his sweet words were the only thing that got you through as you gave birth to your first born, a boy.
He handed you your son with a small smile and kissed you on the head “you’re both healthy. But we should take him and you to the hospital as soon as the storm clears.
You nod as you cradle your son as the mattress dips beside you as your husband joins you, letting your son hold his finger.
“Told you it was going to be a boy.” You muse and he just smiles and kisses you gently “you’re never wrong, my love.” He says against your lips before kissing you again.
The two of you only had one more child a few years later, a baby girl, which surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) all you wanted was sweet snacks, usually stealing zayne’s especially in the late stages of the pregnancy where you were ravenous more often than not.
Zayne promised you the old wives tales were just coincidences, but after that you weren’t so sure, and you spent the rest of your days teasing him about how the old wives tales were right.
Your poor husband eventually gave up trying to explain the science to you and whenever you brought it up he would either pull you into a hug or kiss you to prevent you from saying anything more.
“I’m pretty sure you just say nonsense whenever you want affection at this point.” He mutters as he read his medical journal and you just chuckled
“So what if I am.”
“Then you can write down in your findings that it’s very affective.” He quips, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly in amusement.
You smile as you nurse your daughter as you lay next to him “I love you.”
He closed his journal and looked at you “I love you too.”
Zayne as a father would be firm but fair (most of the time) some of the time, your children had him wrapped around their little pinkie fingers, convincing him to buy them sweet treats after school or tests, or talking him out of making them do their homework at times.
But, when needs be he does put his foot down and his children respect him more than anything, because at the end of the day he just wants the best for them and their future to be bright.
He would be the type of father who would quietly listens to your worries and fears and talk you through them, not giving you a solution, but helping you come to your own.
He would be there whenever one of your children called, and wouldn’t tolerate any mistreatment of them, infact if the school didn’t handle any cases of bullying effectively then you could bet that he would be sending them to an even better school.
And he one hundred percent uses his influence to help his kids in anyway that he can because you and his two children are everything to him.
And even though some nights the voices are louder, he could ignore them as long as it meant that all three of you were in his arms at the end of the day.
(P.S. He would definitely leave a note on a napkin for your kid’s lunches to make sure they ate and had a healthy diet overall).
The one where you comfort him : Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier
Hello! This is my first official writing of the LaDS characters; I hope you enjoy it! Feedback and love are most appreciated! 💕
The reader is the MC in this one! Angsty! No other warnings.Thank you to my friend who helped me find some inspiration for this post <3
Caleb
Caleb always tried to be the Caleb you remembered, even if he could not remember it that well, he searched through the little memory he had left to piece himself together. Because it was for you. He saw your face that day, the day you told him you didn't need him. That look in your eye, he didn't know exactly what it was; disgust? Pity? Terror? He couldn't recognise it. So, instead of acting like it never happened, he tried to make himself better, just so you would never leave his side again... you liked him before, right? So, it shouldn't be too hard... right?
Turns out, it was harder than he had ever imagined, after all the time he had not seen you since you were released from his fleet, everything between the two of you became suffocatingly awkward. Neither of you knew what to do, what to say, he was beginning to believe that even with the silly coupon (he didn't find it silly... not really), there was no salvaging what the two of you had.
He had destroyed it all in desperation to have you.
So, even though whenever he was near you, he felt like as if is chest was caved in from shame; he stayed by your side. Letting himself silently suffocate because that is what he deserved for letting you down -- or so he believed.
It wasn't until you came back injured from a mission, where he ran to you, but he didn't dare touch you, his hands just sort of... hovered over your injuries, his eyes darting around, his brain trying desperately to find a way he could help you without terrifying you again.
You sighed and watched him before slowly reaching toward his hand, your fingers brushing against the top of his hand "Caleb..." You whisper, your now strained relationship was hurting a lot more than your physical injuries "Caleb, I am not scared of you... I need you to help me." You push and look at him "Please.." It was true, what happened in Skyhaven was behind you and even though it was killing you with how different the two of you were compared to before, you aren't able to clean all these wounds yourself.
Caleb's eyes softened immediately, and he nodded. "Of course, Pipsqueak, you must be hurting a lot; I'm sorry." He quickly got up and grabbed the first aid kit as he slowly sat you down gently and began to look at your injuries, taking a deep breath before he peeled your sleeves away. "Pips... where did you go to... to get these types of injuries?" He asked gently, but when he was met with nothing but silence, he let out a sigh. "Please, prioritise your safety..." He muttered before continuing to help you as you focused on other wounds.
You turn to him and nod "I do, it's just-"
He didn't need you to explain, "I know." Was all he said before finishing up and packing the first aid kit "Do you... uh.." He scratched the back of his neck. "Need help with anything else?" He asks gently, but when you shake your head, he just gives you a soft smile and lets you be.
He stood in the kitchen and sighed gently as he slipped the first aid kit back into the cupboard. It wasn't easy to see you like this, in pain and uncomfortable. He just wanted to fix everything; he was good at it whilst he was younger, so why wasn't he good at it now?
He knew you had to do this; you had to save the people the way that you and he weren't in that catastrophe, but he wondered if you were trying to prove something to yourself, too. Caleb wanted to push them, tell you that saving the world wasn't your responsibility, but he has just got you back; you're finally not scared of him anymore; he couldn't ruin that. All he could be is glad that you were here now, that you came to him after all.
He closed the cupboard and prepared a small cup of hot chocolate for the two of you, and sat in the sitting room, waiting for your return.
After getting changed into comfier clothing, you nestled into Caleb, your heart racing slightly in fear he would reject this form of affection after so long... after what you said to him. But, he welcomed it and wrapped his arm around you.
"I want to go back to how we used to be.." You say softly, looking up at his big purple eyes. "A-At least, start working towards it... You're my home, Caleb... I don't want this... awkwardness anymore."
You swore you could almost see him levitate off the couch as he practically shone with happiness as if those were the only words he ever needed to hear.
"Anything you want, Pipsqueak, I am yours to command."
Rafayel
Rafayel was not an insecure man. At least, that is what everyone else thought. Rafayel, on the other hand, was not so sure. It is not that he felt insecure; it's more he felt this emptiness inside of him, and he had no clue what to fill it with. After all these years, he had you in his grasp once more, so close, yet so far. Because he remembered everything, he even knew what was to come, but you? You're so clueless. He knew how he lost you, how he would lose you and how he could lose you. And he had to deal with this pain and anger all alone.
His past failures jabbed into him as if he were Prometheus, constantly being pecked by a bird. He lived between what was his life and the life he had before, dealing with the betrayal he caused, all for the one he loved, for you, but you didn't know. You will never know.
A part of him did not want you to ever find out what kind of monster he was, afraid he would scare you away, like the otherworldly beast he is, but the other part of him was so tired of carrying this alone.
He wasn't insecure in himself, but insecure for what he could do for you, insecure in his love for you. Would it be enough for you to stay? For the two of you to finally have an entire lifetime together? Would it be worth plunging his people into darkness?
It was a constant spiral he had since you came back into his life, like a rollercoaster, but forever stuck on the loop, the happiness that he finally has you and the pain of what he was - it was a never-ending cycle. That a part of him didn't want to escape; he deserved this pain after all, didn't he? For what is a God who does not live in shame for causing suffering to his people?
But, deep down, he was just afraid he would become unloveable in your eyes. That was his deepest, darkest fear, the one that drowned him in darkness once the night time hit.
You knew something was wrong. It seems silly but when your world was a bit duller, when the grey clouds seemed more prominent or when the lakes and seas swayed as if it was heavy, you knew Rafayel was not himself. So, with a spare bag of seashells in hand and some of the rare materials you knew he liked, you headed over to his place.
The plastic bag twisted against your fingers, almost cutting off circulation entirely as you made your way through the streets and to the beach, slipping your spare key out of your pocket and into the keyhole of the gate, twisting it a few times to unlock the gate.
You gently swished the bag beside you as you made the way to the door, and you imagined your boyfriend's smile when he saw you. However, your heart fell to your stomach as Rafayel's 'organised' mess was scattered and ruined across the floor. The studio was a mess and unkempt; it was almost like an abandoned building.
"Rafayel?" You called out and looked around the place before you saw him sitting on the balcony.
He turned to you, his eyes screaming emotions at you that you had never seen on him before "Cutie..." He whispered meekly.
You fell to your knees by his side once you approached his side and cupped his face "Darling? What has happened? Are you struggling to paint?" You ask as you caress his cheek, your heart fluttering as he leans in as if he hadn't been touched by you in weeks (he saw you yesterday)
"Will you still love me, no matter what I become?" He asked you suddenly, and you froze as you looked at him; the two of you had silently loved each other until now, finding other ways to highlight your love rather than saying it.
"Of course you wouldn't." He muttered bitterly and turned from you, missing how your brows scrunched together with a mix of confusion and anger
"What-?"
"How could an angel like you love a monster like-"
"I love you." You blurt out and make him face you, "I wanted to say it in a more romantic way, in a way that you will always remember.... but I love you, Rafayel, no matter what you become.." You smile softly and place a kiss on his cheek and caress it into his skin as if to heal him.
Rafayel's hand slipped down from above yours to your wrist as he searched your eyes for any deceit.
"Promise?" He asks, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as he anticipates your answer.
"I promise, my heart has always been yours and always will be.
Rafayel may have a piece of him missing, but he was sure it was to be filled by you.
Zayne
Zayne is a man who craves control, not over anyone else, just over himself. He had to, because if he was void of control, there would be cracks and the cracks he could not let you see. If you saw his cracks, how could you trust him as your doctor?
He had let you down once, all those years ago when he left you, abandoned you, even if it was not his choice. But he had a choice now and he would use it to make sure he never let you down again.
So, every single crack he kept to himself, stayed up later, worked later until he could fill them all up again before he could see you. However, as he scribbled down notes on his research, the memories of his nightmares played in his mind, taunting him, punishing him, and he came to accept he deserved it. He shouldn't have let all those people come to die, he was a doctor, and a doctor's role was to save a life, not to let it fade away, yet with every year, the list of his letdowns grew.
Everyone told him that it was expected: that to save a life, you were bound to lose a few; it was how life worked. But not for Zayne, not at all, because with every name that appeared on that list, he was afraid it was a name closer to yours.
He couldn't have that, not when he gave up the life he wanted for yours to prevail.
You, on the other hand, were becoming increasingly worried and slightly frustrated with your doctor because this was the third time you tried to coax him out of his office. You have tried everything; cake, macaroons, sweets... all came to a disappointing ending. You thought that trying something as harmless as sweets wouldn't highlight your increasing worry, and it was small enough so you could get a small look at him.
It had almost been two weeks now, and so you made your way to the hospital. You just wanted to know that he was okay and maybe scold him slightly for shutting you out... again.
Once the doors slid open, you gently greeted Yvonne and walked to Zayne's office after making sure he had no more patients to see. You looked down at the box, a small muffin for Zayne, before inhaling and knocking on the door.
Gosh, you hope he doesn't reject you because as your knuckles collide with the door, It dawns on you that he might be avoiding you because you might have done something wrong.
"Come in."
You gulp down and hold the small box a little tighter in your hand, causing it to crease slightly before opening the door. You shifted on your feet as he was too immersed in his work to even look up at you.
"Hi." You greet him gently and slip the muffin on the table, and his eyes instantly break away from the paper at the sound of your voice
"I thought that since you wouldn't come to me for the sweet treats, I would just come to you because I know you cannot go too long without them." You say lightly and place yourself on the chair opposite his desk.
"Thank you." He says softly and looks between you and his work a couple of times before bunching the papers together in a neat pile and slipping them away. "Did you just come from a mission?"
You raise a brow. "Are you not going to explain why I haven't seen you in two weeks? I know being a doctor is exhausting, Zayne, but you normally tell me ahead of time-"
"I didn't want to worry you over something foolish. I have it under control."
"Under control? What is under control? Why aren't you talking to me? You know that I am here." The words fall out, conveying your desperation. You had felt empty without him, alone, and you didn't want to feel that again.
"It does not concern you, Y/N." He retorts, "If I thought you needed to know, I would have told you."
You bite back your words and nod "Alright.." You sit there silently. You would've typically left, but something told you that this time, you needed to stay, that he needed you.
After a few beats of silence, you try again. "You don't have to keep it all to yourself... I know it may not concern me, but that doesn't mean you have to lock it away."
He tensed up. He hated how you could still see through him, even after all this time. He pulled away from his computer, which he was only looking at to control his anxiety for nearly scaring you away.
He released the tension in his shoulders and took the muffin. "I lost a patient... two weeks ago."
Sylus
'What a fool' is all he could think as he sat in his office, piles of vinyl scattered across his usually clean office. No tune or genre was calming him. After all this time, after sensing you like he did, after preparing this life for you, he had scared you away.
He couldn't bear to think that because of who he was, his reputation, and who you believed he was made him lose you, not after all this time, not after the promise the two of you shared, not after what you went through.
He was a fool for pushing you too quick, too hard; his excitement and desperation had blinded him; why was he so hellbent on making you remember if he could just build new memories with you? Foolish.
You not remembering a thing, he could get behind, it made sense, but your hatred, your disgust. That he could not get behind, no matter what you believed about him. All he wanted to do was to have you in his arms and to show you what he had made. It might not be the cave you had a lifetime ago, but it was spectacular in this lifetime. A lifetime he built for you, and you didn't even want it.
He supposed he could understand. You did think he killed your family, even though he would never. All he would do would be to keep you safe. It pained him to understand your point of view, to see him as a monster. He was in his last life, so it only made sense that he was in this one.
But he had made you fall in love with him once, and back then, he was truly a monster, so he could make you fall for him again. He just had to give you the choice to choose him.
So, over the next few weeks, he let you choose him, come back to him. Not pushing or pulling, he didn't need to; the door was always open, and you knew that.
That didn't stop his heart from doing flips in his chest each time he saw you walk through the base's doors.
Tonight, you were also expected to come through the doors; he had the twins make sure the base was clean and tidy, that your room was prepared, and that security was at its highest. It was something he always did when you were coming over.
However, you never showed; you were on a mission, so maybe you went home and forgot; that would be reasonable... except come rain or shine, injury or no injury, if you said you were coming, you were always there.
He knew there was something more to your tardiness; without another thought, he sent Mephisto to look for you, and when he came back, the air was knocked out from Sylus' lungs.
You were found passed out, just outside of the base; it didn't take him a second to cross the base and have you in his arms "Oh, kitten.." He brushed the hair from your face, his heart breaking as you weakly opened your eyes.
"Sylus, I am sorry, I tried to call, but..."
"Shh, it's okay. You're safe now." He tried to use his usual tone with you, but his voice was softer, almost as if he was trying his hardest not to let it break.
He worked quickly to get you patched up, swallowing down his worries and quite possibly his tears as he did so, not even letting the twins near you.
He sat with you, putting on your favourite vinyl softly in the background as he waited for you to wake up, not leaving your side, his hand placed on yours, afraid that if he let you go, he would lose you like he almost did tonight and the guilt was eating him alive.
"Stop looking at me like that." You mutter and glance toward him. "You're looking at me like your cat just died." You smirk slightly, and he lets out a chuckle "Kitten, why didn't you ask me to pick you up?"
"I assumed you had business to attend to-"
"You should've called me. What happened if you never made it here, if we never found you, if you never came back to me, do you think I could live with myself."
You slowly sit up and look toward him "Sylus, I will always come back to you, always. I will always find myself here. You need to trust me on that."
"I do. It's just tonight seeing you like that made me feel-"
"Scared?"
He huffed through his nose and pinched the bridge of it "Something like that..." He brushed the hair out of your face "Call me next time."
You nod and smile "I will."
A few days later you were back fighting wanderers, but this time Sylus was by your side, his evol swirling around his arm and his hand "You sure about this, Sweetie?"
You nod "I'm Sure, I am safe by your side."
Sylus smiled; you were safe with him; you chose him, and fighting beside you was the greatest honour to have, so he made sure you left the mission without a scratch.
Xavier
It wasn't unusual for you to not see or hear from Xavier for days; you were sure he would pop up at one of the most convenient moments to be by your side. Or, pop up just before you were assigned another partner by Captian Jenna.
This is what happened; before you, the captain, could even mutter another person's name, Xavier appeared, literally faster than the speed of light beside you. Jenna sighed and cleared her throat. "Y/N, your partner will be Xavier for today's mission.
You didn't even look at him before you went to collect what you needed from the information room, and Xavier didn't seem to mind this. He just followed you obediently and read through the information quickly.
You were brought out of your focus when you suddenly heard his voice.
"Aren't you even going to ask where I was for the past few days?" He questioned and tilted his head, unsure why you're not interrogating him like you usually do.
You shrug and turn back to the tablet sitting in your hands. "Why should I? I trust you. If you want to let me know, you will when you need to."
To you, it was just a simple establishment of trust that you assumed you both knew of, but to Xavier, it was everything, and quite clearly, as little lights started to float around him, there was a slight smile on his face.
Trust was a big deal to him; after meeting you for the second time, he almost felt guilty about how angry you were at him for leaving you behind like he did. Not only that, but he failed his planet and the people on it, as well as the people he dragged here, to try and save you... He had failed them all and probably even you to the point where he believed he wasn't even worthy of trust.
You two didn't make a comment about it from that point. It was almost like, 'What is said in the information room stays in the information room.'
You watched him stand there and fiddle with the protocore between his fingers before, like always, crushing it into oblivion.
"Why do you always do that?" You ask, but he does not answer; he just walks you home. "Xavier, are you feeling okay? You've been silent the whole walk home.."
"I'm alright." He shot you a small smile like he always did and went inside. It was yet another protocore that was a waste, another step further from home, another disappointment to the people relying on him... but, at least, you trusted him.
So, he walked down the stairs and to your apartment and knocked on the door. He didn't even have to say a word, you just let him walk in and sit down, plating up some food for him.
You sit opposite and begin to eat, speaking about trivial things with him before he speaks up, "I don't expect you to understand me fully, but I need to find something, and I can't find it, and it's driving me mad."
"I can help-" you pipe in, but he just shakes his head, causing you to deflate, but you understood him in a way; you had things to do, personal missions to complete that you wouldn't want anyone to touch either. You clear your throat. "Well, if you ever need someone to help cheer you up or clear your mind, you can come here. If I can't help you with your mission, I want to at least help you after them."
He smiles and looks at you, placing a star-shaped dumpling into your bowl and nods. "That'll be nice..."
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The one where you comfort him : Caleb, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Xavier
Hello! This is my first official writing of the LaDS characters; I hope you enjoy it! Feedback and love are most appreciated! 💕
The reader is the MC in this one! Angsty! No other warnings.Thank you to my friend who helped me find some inspiration for this post <3
Caleb
Caleb always tried to be the Caleb you remembered, even if he could not remember it that well, he searched through the little memory he had left to piece himself together. Because it was for you. He saw your face that day, the day you told him you didn't need him. That look in your eye, he didn't know exactly what it was; disgust? Pity? Terror? He couldn't recognise it. So, instead of acting like it never happened, he tried to make himself better, just so you would never leave his side again... you liked him before, right? So, it shouldn't be too hard... right?
Turns out, it was harder than he had ever imagined, after all the time he had not seen you since you were released from his fleet, everything between the two of you became suffocatingly awkward. Neither of you knew what to do, what to say, he was beginning to believe that even with the silly coupon (he didn't find it silly... not really), there was no salvaging what the two of you had.
He had destroyed it all in desperation to have you.
So, even though whenever he was near you, he felt like as if is chest was caved in from shame; he stayed by your side. Letting himself silently suffocate because that is what he deserved for letting you down -- or so he believed.
It wasn't until you came back injured from a mission, where he ran to you, but he didn't dare touch you, his hands just sort of... hovered over your injuries, his eyes darting around, his brain trying desperately to find a way he could help you without terrifying you again.
You sighed and watched him before slowly reaching toward his hand, your fingers brushing against the top of his hand "Caleb..." You whisper, your now strained relationship was hurting a lot more than your physical injuries "Caleb, I am not scared of you... I need you to help me." You push and look at him "Please.." It was true, what happened in Skyhaven was behind you and even though it was killing you with how different the two of you were compared to before, you aren't able to clean all these wounds yourself.
Caleb's eyes softened immediately, and he nodded. "Of course, Pipsqueak, you must be hurting a lot; I'm sorry." He quickly got up and grabbed the first aid kit as he slowly sat you down gently and began to look at your injuries, taking a deep breath before he peeled your sleeves away. "Pips... where did you go to... to get these types of injuries?" He asked gently, but when he was met with nothing but silence, he let out a sigh. "Please, prioritise your safety..." He muttered before continuing to help you as you focused on other wounds.
You turn to him and nod "I do, it's just-"
He didn't need you to explain, "I know." Was all he said before finishing up and packing the first aid kit "Do you... uh.." He scratched the back of his neck. "Need help with anything else?" He asks gently, but when you shake your head, he just gives you a soft smile and lets you be.
He stood in the kitchen and sighed gently as he slipped the first aid kit back into the cupboard. It wasn't easy to see you like this, in pain and uncomfortable. He just wanted to fix everything; he was good at it whilst he was younger, so why wasn't he good at it now?
He knew you had to do this; you had to save the people the way that you and he weren't in that catastrophe, but he wondered if you were trying to prove something to yourself, too. Caleb wanted to push them, tell you that saving the world wasn't your responsibility, but he has just got you back; you're finally not scared of him anymore; he couldn't ruin that. All he could be is glad that you were here now, that you came to him after all.
He closed the cupboard and prepared a small cup of hot chocolate for the two of you, and sat in the sitting room, waiting for your return.
After getting changed into comfier clothing, you nestled into Caleb, your heart racing slightly in fear he would reject this form of affection after so long... after what you said to him. But, he welcomed it and wrapped his arm around you.
"I want to go back to how we used to be.." You say softly, looking up at his big purple eyes. "A-At least, start working towards it... You're my home, Caleb... I don't want this... awkwardness anymore."
You swore you could almost see him levitate off the couch as he practically shone with happiness as if those were the only words he ever needed to hear.
"Anything you want, Pipsqueak, I am yours to command."
Rafayel
Rafayel was not an insecure man. At least, that is what everyone else thought. Rafayel, on the other hand, was not so sure. It is not that he felt insecure; it's more he felt this emptiness inside of him, and he had no clue what to fill it with. After all these years, he had you in his grasp once more, so close, yet so far. Because he remembered everything, he even knew what was to come, but you? You're so clueless. He knew how he lost you, how he would lose you and how he could lose you. And he had to deal with this pain and anger all alone.
His past failures jabbed into him as if he were Prometheus, constantly being pecked by a bird. He lived between what was his life and the life he had before, dealing with the betrayal he caused, all for the one he loved, for you, but you didn't know. You will never know.
A part of him did not want you to ever find out what kind of monster he was, afraid he would scare you away, like the otherworldly beast he is, but the other part of him was so tired of carrying this alone.
He wasn't insecure in himself, but insecure for what he could do for you, insecure in his love for you. Would it be enough for you to stay? For the two of you to finally have an entire lifetime together? Would it be worth plunging his people into darkness?
It was a constant spiral he had since you came back into his life, like a rollercoaster, but forever stuck on the loop, the happiness that he finally has you and the pain of what he was - it was a never-ending cycle. That a part of him didn't want to escape; he deserved this pain after all, didn't he? For what is a God who does not live in shame for causing suffering to his people?
But, deep down, he was just afraid he would become unloveable in your eyes. That was his deepest, darkest fear, the one that drowned him in darkness once the night time hit.
You knew something was wrong. It seems silly but when your world was a bit duller, when the grey clouds seemed more prominent or when the lakes and seas swayed as if it was heavy, you knew Rafayel was not himself. So, with a spare bag of seashells in hand and some of the rare materials you knew he liked, you headed over to his place.
The plastic bag twisted against your fingers, almost cutting off circulation entirely as you made your way through the streets and to the beach, slipping your spare key out of your pocket and into the keyhole of the gate, twisting it a few times to unlock the gate.
You gently swished the bag beside you as you made the way to the door, and you imagined your boyfriend's smile when he saw you. However, your heart fell to your stomach as Rafayel's 'organised' mess was scattered and ruined across the floor. The studio was a mess and unkempt; it was almost like an abandoned building.
"Rafayel?" You called out and looked around the place before you saw him sitting on the balcony.
He turned to you, his eyes screaming emotions at you that you had never seen on him before "Cutie..." He whispered meekly.
You fell to your knees by his side once you approached his side and cupped his face "Darling? What has happened? Are you struggling to paint?" You ask as you caress his cheek, your heart fluttering as he leans in as if he hadn't been touched by you in weeks (he saw you yesterday)
"Will you still love me, no matter what I become?" He asked you suddenly, and you froze as you looked at him; the two of you had silently loved each other until now, finding other ways to highlight your love rather than saying it.
"Of course you wouldn't." He muttered bitterly and turned from you, missing how your brows scrunched together with a mix of confusion and anger
"What-?"
"How could an angel like you love a monster like-"
"I love you." You blurt out and make him face you, "I wanted to say it in a more romantic way, in a way that you will always remember.... but I love you, Rafayel, no matter what you become.." You smile softly and place a kiss on his cheek and caress it into his skin as if to heal him.
Rafayel's hand slipped down from above yours to your wrist as he searched your eyes for any deceit.
"Promise?" He asks, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as he anticipates your answer.
"I promise, my heart has always been yours and always will be.
Rafayel may have a piece of him missing, but he was sure it was to be filled by you.
Zayne
Zayne is a man who craves control, not over anyone else, just over himself. He had to, because if he was void of control, there would be cracks and the cracks he could not let you see. If you saw his cracks, how could you trust him as your doctor?
He had let you down once, all those years ago when he left you, abandoned you, even if it was not his choice. But he had a choice now and he would use it to make sure he never let you down again.
So, every single crack he kept to himself, stayed up later, worked later until he could fill them all up again before he could see you. However, as he scribbled down notes on his research, the memories of his nightmares played in his mind, taunting him, punishing him, and he came to accept he deserved it. He shouldn't have let all those people come to die, he was a doctor, and a doctor's role was to save a life, not to let it fade away, yet with every year, the list of his letdowns grew.
Everyone told him that it was expected: that to save a life, you were bound to lose a few; it was how life worked. But not for Zayne, not at all, because with every name that appeared on that list, he was afraid it was a name closer to yours.
He couldn't have that, not when he gave up the life he wanted for yours to prevail.
You, on the other hand, were becoming increasingly worried and slightly frustrated with your doctor because this was the third time you tried to coax him out of his office. You have tried everything; cake, macaroons, sweets... all came to a disappointing ending. You thought that trying something as harmless as sweets wouldn't highlight your increasing worry, and it was small enough so you could get a small look at him.
It had almost been two weeks now, and so you made your way to the hospital. You just wanted to know that he was okay and maybe scold him slightly for shutting you out... again.
Once the doors slid open, you gently greeted Yvonne and walked to Zayne's office after making sure he had no more patients to see. You looked down at the box, a small muffin for Zayne, before inhaling and knocking on the door.
Gosh, you hope he doesn't reject you because as your knuckles collide with the door, It dawns on you that he might be avoiding you because you might have done something wrong.
"Come in."
You gulp down and hold the small box a little tighter in your hand, causing it to crease slightly before opening the door. You shifted on your feet as he was too immersed in his work to even look up at you.
"Hi." You greet him gently and slip the muffin on the table, and his eyes instantly break away from the paper at the sound of your voice
"I thought that since you wouldn't come to me for the sweet treats, I would just come to you because I know you cannot go too long without them." You say lightly and place yourself on the chair opposite his desk.
"Thank you." He says softly and looks between you and his work a couple of times before bunching the papers together in a neat pile and slipping them away. "Did you just come from a mission?"
You raise a brow. "Are you not going to explain why I haven't seen you in two weeks? I know being a doctor is exhausting, Zayne, but you normally tell me ahead of time-"
"I didn't want to worry you over something foolish. I have it under control."
"Under control? What is under control? Why aren't you talking to me? You know that I am here." The words fall out, conveying your desperation. You had felt empty without him, alone, and you didn't want to feel that again.
"It does not concern you, Y/N." He retorts, "If I thought you needed to know, I would have told you."
You bite back your words and nod "Alright.." You sit there silently. You would've typically left, but something told you that this time, you needed to stay, that he needed you.
After a few beats of silence, you try again. "You don't have to keep it all to yourself... I know it may not concern me, but that doesn't mean you have to lock it away."
He tensed up. He hated how you could still see through him, even after all this time. He pulled away from his computer, which he was only looking at to control his anxiety for nearly scaring you away.
He released the tension in his shoulders and took the muffin. "I lost a patient... two weeks ago."
Sylus
'What a fool' is all he could think as he sat in his office, piles of vinyl scattered across his usually clean office. No tune or genre was calming him. After all this time, after sensing you like he did, after preparing this life for you, he had scared you away.
He couldn't bear to think that because of who he was, his reputation, and who you believed he was made him lose you, not after all this time, not after the promise the two of you shared, not after what you went through.
He was a fool for pushing you too quick, too hard; his excitement and desperation had blinded him; why was he so hellbent on making you remember if he could just build new memories with you? Foolish.
You not remembering a thing, he could get behind, it made sense, but your hatred, your disgust. That he could not get behind, no matter what you believed about him. All he wanted to do was to have you in his arms and to show you what he had made. It might not be the cave you had a lifetime ago, but it was spectacular in this lifetime. A lifetime he built for you, and you didn't even want it.
He supposed he could understand. You did think he killed your family, even though he would never. All he would do would be to keep you safe. It pained him to understand your point of view, to see him as a monster. He was in his last life, so it only made sense that he was in this one.
But he had made you fall in love with him once, and back then, he was truly a monster, so he could make you fall for him again. He just had to give you the choice to choose him.
So, over the next few weeks, he let you choose him, come back to him. Not pushing or pulling, he didn't need to; the door was always open, and you knew that.
That didn't stop his heart from doing flips in his chest each time he saw you walk through the base's doors.
Tonight, you were also expected to come through the doors; he had the twins make sure the base was clean and tidy, that your room was prepared, and that security was at its highest. It was something he always did when you were coming over.
However, you never showed; you were on a mission, so maybe you went home and forgot; that would be reasonable... except come rain or shine, injury or no injury, if you said you were coming, you were always there.
He knew there was something more to your tardiness; without another thought, he sent Mephisto to look for you, and when he came back, the air was knocked out from Sylus' lungs.
You were found passed out, just outside of the base; it didn't take him a second to cross the base and have you in his arms "Oh, kitten.." He brushed the hair from your face, his heart breaking as you weakly opened your eyes.
"Sylus, I am sorry, I tried to call, but..."
"Shh, it's okay. You're safe now." He tried to use his usual tone with you, but his voice was softer, almost as if he was trying his hardest not to let it break.
He worked quickly to get you patched up, swallowing down his worries and quite possibly his tears as he did so, not even letting the twins near you.
He sat with you, putting on your favourite vinyl softly in the background as he waited for you to wake up, not leaving your side, his hand placed on yours, afraid that if he let you go, he would lose you like he almost did tonight and the guilt was eating him alive.
"Stop looking at me like that." You mutter and glance toward him. "You're looking at me like your cat just died." You smirk slightly, and he lets out a chuckle "Kitten, why didn't you ask me to pick you up?"
"I assumed you had business to attend to-"
"You should've called me. What happened if you never made it here, if we never found you, if you never came back to me, do you think I could live with myself."
You slowly sit up and look toward him "Sylus, I will always come back to you, always. I will always find myself here. You need to trust me on that."
"I do. It's just tonight seeing you like that made me feel-"
"Scared?"
He huffed through his nose and pinched the bridge of it "Something like that..." He brushed the hair out of your face "Call me next time."
You nod and smile "I will."
A few days later you were back fighting wanderers, but this time Sylus was by your side, his evol swirling around his arm and his hand "You sure about this, Sweetie?"
You nod "I'm Sure, I am safe by your side."
Sylus smiled; you were safe with him; you chose him, and fighting beside you was the greatest honour to have, so he made sure you left the mission without a scratch.
Xavier
It wasn't unusual for you to not see or hear from Xavier for days; you were sure he would pop up at one of the most convenient moments to be by your side. Or, pop up just before you were assigned another partner by Captian Jenna.
This is what happened; before you, the captain, could even mutter another person's name, Xavier appeared, literally faster than the speed of light beside you. Jenna sighed and cleared her throat. "Y/N, your partner will be Xavier for today's mission.
You didn't even look at him before you went to collect what you needed from the information room, and Xavier didn't seem to mind this. He just followed you obediently and read through the information quickly.
You were brought out of your focus when you suddenly heard his voice.
"Aren't you even going to ask where I was for the past few days?" He questioned and tilted his head, unsure why you're not interrogating him like you usually do.
You shrug and turn back to the tablet sitting in your hands. "Why should I? I trust you. If you want to let me know, you will when you need to."
To you, it was just a simple establishment of trust that you assumed you both knew of, but to Xavier, it was everything, and quite clearly, as little lights started to float around him, there was a slight smile on his face.
Trust was a big deal to him; after meeting you for the second time, he almost felt guilty about how angry you were at him for leaving you behind like he did. Not only that, but he failed his planet and the people on it, as well as the people he dragged here, to try and save you... He had failed them all and probably even you to the point where he believed he wasn't even worthy of trust.
You two didn't make a comment about it from that point. It was almost like, 'What is said in the information room stays in the information room.'
You watched him stand there and fiddle with the protocore between his fingers before, like always, crushing it into oblivion.
"Why do you always do that?" You ask, but he does not answer; he just walks you home. "Xavier, are you feeling okay? You've been silent the whole walk home.."
"I'm alright." He shot you a small smile like he always did and went inside. It was yet another protocore that was a waste, another step further from home, another disappointment to the people relying on him... but, at least, you trusted him.
So, he walked down the stairs and to your apartment and knocked on the door. He didn't even have to say a word, you just let him walk in and sit down, plating up some food for him.
You sit opposite and begin to eat, speaking about trivial things with him before he speaks up, "I don't expect you to understand me fully, but I need to find something, and I can't find it, and it's driving me mad."
"I can help-" you pipe in, but he just shakes his head, causing you to deflate, but you understood him in a way; you had things to do, personal missions to complete that you wouldn't want anyone to touch either. You clear your throat. "Well, if you ever need someone to help cheer you up or clear your mind, you can come here. If I can't help you with your mission, I want to at least help you after them."
He smiles and looks at you, placing a star-shaped dumpling into your bowl and nods. "That'll be nice..."
