| Characters: Genderbent!Caleb & Zayne
| Prompt: Chrono Rewrite
| Premise: Caleb and the Love Interests traveled back in time after failing to prevent the world from becoming Philos. Caleb woke up with his body transformed into a females one.
|| Note: MC is called Mei.
The One Where MC Walks in at the Worst Possible Moment
Caleb was done with this.
The past was already a nightmare to navigate, time travel had screwed with his body, and to top it all off, Zayne was being a stubborn, insufferable pain in the ass.
"Zayne, I swear to God, just give it back!" Caleb growled, his voice sharper than usual - but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that his voice was higher-pitched now, thanks to the whole "waking up in a woman’s body" situation.
Zayne, as always, remained completely unfazed, holding the stolen device high above his head like a schoolyard bully hoarding a toy. His expression was impassive, his glasses reflecting the dim light of the room, but Caleb could see the amusement lurking beneath his usual deadpan demeanor.
“No.”
Caleb’s eye twitched.
“Zayne, I’m warning you-”
Zayne tilted his head, his grip tightening around the small cylindrical device. “You’re in no position to make threats.”
Oh, that was it.
Caleb lunged.
It wasn’t his best move, considering his new center of gravity was still a pain in the ass to adjust to, but he was not going to let this arrogant doctor win.
Zayne, of course, had been expecting the attack. He sidestepped at the last second, letting Caleb’s momentum carry him forward-
Which resulted in both of them crashing into the bed behind them.
Caleb’s legs tangled awkwardly with Zayne’s, their bodies colliding, the device clattering to the side. He barely had time to curse before Zayne - the smug bastard - twisted, flipping their positions so that Caleb was pinned beneath him.
The weight of him was solid, firm, and way too damn close.
Caleb froze.
Zayne did not.
He still had one arm braced above Caleb’s head, the other gripping Caleb’s wrist to keep him from scrambling up. His face was inches away, cool breath fanning against Caleb’s cheek.
And that was the exact moment Caleb decided to make things worse.
"Give it to me!"
He bucked against Zayne’s hold, frustrated and completely unaware of how bad the phrasing was.
Zayne’s eyebrow arched.
And then-
The door swung open.
Silence.
A very long, painful silence.
Then-
“Oh.”
Both Caleb and Zayne’s heads snapped toward the door.
Standing there, holding a plate of snacks, was Mei.
She blinked. Slowly.
Took in the scene.
Zayne half on top of Caleb, pinning her to the bed.
Caleb’s wrists caught, legs tangled.
Caleb’s flushed, struggling expression.
Zayne’s blank but dangerously close posture.
And- Caleb’s words, echoing back at her.
'Give it to me!'
Mei's lips twitched.
She tilted her head. “Am I interrupting?”
Caleb made a strangled noise.
Zayne remained as still as a corpse, likely debating whether clearing things up was even worth the effort.
Mei’s eyes gleamed.
“Oh, don’t mind me~,” she chirped, already turning back toward the door with a suspiciously amused sway in her step. “You two carry on. Have fun!”
“MEI, WAIT-”
The door slammed shut.
Caleb laid there for a solid five seconds, staring at the ceiling, absolutely mortified.
Zayne was the first to break the silence.
“…I’m not explaining that.”
Caleb let out a very, very long sigh.
“…Kill me.”
Zayne adjusted his glasses. “Not in my job description.”
Caleb groaned, wrestling himself free. He sat up, glaring at Zayne. “This is your fault.”
Zayne, completely unbothered, picked up the device and handed it to Caleb.
Caleb stared at it.
Then back at Zayne.
Zayne blinked. “You didn’t specify when I should give it to you.”
Time-Travel (Fix-It) | Found Family Feels | Regret & Redemption Arcs | Enemies to Allies to ... | Partners in Crime | Genderbent!Caleb | Mortal!Xavier | UnsteadyHands!Zayne | SirenVoiceless!Rafayel | Coreless!Sylus
The five Love Interests sacrificed everything to turn back time and save the world - but for Caleb, that meant waking up in the past trapped in a woman’s body, stuck between rewriting fate, stopping Ever, and learning how to fight without tripping over his new center of gravity.
Humanity had fallen, the stars had burned out, and the world they fought for was nothing but ruins. Ever had won in ways no one had expected. The planet was past saving, and time had run out.
But Xavier had a plan.
The Backtrackers’ final mission: a high-risk temporal jump into the past - back before everything spiraled into destruction. Back when MC was still alive. Back when Ever was still weak enough to be stopped.
But time travel wasn’t free.
Each of them had to sacrifice something to make the jump. And Caleb… Caleb lost his male body. Instead, he was trapped in a genderbent version of himself.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Standing across from him were the four other men he got to know and fought alongside against Ever, and each wearing the same haunted expression. Each of them had retained their memories of the doomed future. Each of them had made a sacrifice.
Now, they had one last chance to change everything.
To rewrite fate.
To keep her alive.
…If only Caleb could get through a fight without tripping over his new center of gravity.
And as if fixing the past wasn’t hard enough, now he had to do it while figuring out how bras work, avoiding weird stares, and trying not to punch the first person who called him "missy."
The universe really wasn’t pulling its punches this time.
The Sacrifices They Made
Caleb – The Soldier Who Became a Stranger
Sacrifice: His Body (Now Female!)
What It Changes: Caleb remembers everything, but his body is no longer his own. His strength, reach, and muscle memory are all wrong. He struggles in combat, miscalculates strikes, and hates the way people perceive him differently. He refuses to let the change slow him down - but it does. More than that, Caleb has always relied on brute force - now he has to fight smarter, not harder. And he has no patience for the first person who tries to “mansplain” something to him.
Xavier – The Immortal Who Became Mortal
Sacrifice: His Extended Lifespan
What It Changes: Xavier was hundreds of years old, but now, he will age and die like everyone else. In the original timeline, he had time to plan, to maneuver, to learn. Now? He has one shot. One lifetime. No second chances. He feels time creeping up on him for the first time ever - every moment with MC, with the others, feels fragile in a way he never understood before. For someone who always saw the world in centuries, this is a devastating shift.
Zayne – The Surgeon Who Can No Longer Hold a Scalpel
Sacrifice: His Steady Hands
What It Changes: In the original timeline, Zayne was the only one who could treat MC’s worsening condition. Now? His hands shake. Not constantly, but enough. Enough that he can no longer perform surgery. He tries to compensate with medication, treatment, prevention, but he knows the moment MC needs life-saving intervention, he won’t be able to do it himself. It’s crippling. He spent his entire career preparing to save her - and now he can only watch and hope. It’s ironic, really. In the last timeline, he couldn’t save her in time. And in this one, he won’t even get the chance to try.
Rafayel – The Siren Who Lost His Voice
Sacrifice: His Siren’s Singing
What It Changes: His voice was once a weapon, an art, and a connection to his people. Now, it’s just a voice. He can no longer lure, calm, or influence others with his song. He is just another Lemurian exile, no different from the rest. Music was his escape - a way to process his emotions without words. Now? It feels hollow.
He can still paint, still create, but his melodies, his harmonies, the songs he wove through his very soul - are gone. For the first time in his life, the world is truly silent.
Sylus – The Beast Who Can No Longer See
Sacrifice: His Aether Core Eye (The Ability to Read People’s Deepest Desires)
What It Changes: Before, Sylus’s left eye saw more than just the physical world - it saw through people. He could look at someone and know what they craved, what they feared, what they would kill for. Now? He’s blind to it. He can still read people the way a skilled manipulator does, but it’s not the absolute insight he once had. And the worst part? He feels vulnerable. For someone who always played the game three steps ahead, this is a serious handicap. He still knows how to manipulate, how to calculate, but now, for the first time in his life - he has to guess. And Sylus hates guessing.
