I wish they’d invite these cosplayers too they’re biblically accurate from their hair down to their height and shoulder width 🙈 @calebsfavoriteusedthong 🥹
AND AGAIN—THAT THRONE OF EROS OUTFIT—R1 ONES! WHITE! ME AS THE UNIFORM WORSHIPPER GAHHH
I’m gonna die of exhaustion if I follow this meal plan but I’m going to revive out of pure heat @hakurakurohime @calebsfavoriteusedthong @seraphineash @mia-menaceinaction @young-adult-summer
Both drifted apart, almost betraying the promise he once swore to her…
Part 1 | Part 2 | Caleb’s POV⚠️ | Part 3 (WC: 1.2K)
Another mission got extended. Complicated, prolonged surgeries. Suddenly, a protofield appeared, swallowing you whole and taking days or even weeks before you could finally return home. Then there were the emergency calls he had to answer in the middle of the night.
Everything left both of you exhausted most of the time, even though you had reduced your mission load and he had started diverting his surgery schedule to Dr. Noah and Greyson just to make time. You could barely see him, and vice versa. Eventually, both of you became roommates rather than lovers.
“How was your day?” you asked after closing the door, placing your backpack on the table. Zayne was sitting at the kitchen counter, his back to you as he typed a report on his laptop, far too focused to hear you.
You let out a small sigh. This had happened several times now. He was truly busy, not intentionally ignoring you. So, you could only resign yourself to the situation and head to the bedroom to shower, washing away your exhaustion in sleep.
Zayne closed his laptop and checked the clock on the wall. It was already 1:30 AM. He was confused because you hadn't come home even though it was late, despite you telling him today was just for monthly reports. Pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly, he moved from the living room to the bedroom. He found you already fast asleep, wondering why you hadn't spoken to him before bed.
Truthfully, Zayne missed you dearly. He had forced himself to hand over so many patients to Dr Noah Greyson just to get home a little earlier and see you. He couldn't deny he was a bit disappointed, yet he knew how draining your job was, demanding both mental and physical strength. He only kissed your forehead before turning off the light and sleeping beside you.
Small things can pile up in the heart like a sand in hourglass. Distance and time pulled you apart, even though you were still together and still in love.
“I really can’t come today, Y/N,” Zayne’s voice sounded rough and regretful. “One of the patients suddenly turned critical. Dr. Noah isn’t here, and I can’t transfer this patient to Greyson. I’ll probably be home late tonight.”
“It’s okay, Zayne. Go save that patient.” You tried to sound fine, glad he couldn't see your face right now. “We can have dinner next time.”
“Thank you for understanding—Happy Anniversary, love.” He spoke quickly; you could hear the sound of machines beeping faster and the panicked voices of people in the background. “I’ve got to go.”
It was the final blow. You felt like you were at the end of your rope with this relationship. This anniversary was supposed to be the one time you both had the chance to talk privately and relax without thinking about work. You had spent hours choosing your outfit since the afternoon and dressing up beautifully. You thought that tonight, at the very least, you could feel the warmth of his hand and look into his eyes like you did when you first kissed.
The call ended, and a sudden emptiness filled your heart. You felt uncomfortable with the waiter who, despite being kind and attentive, kept walking back and forth while glancing at the empty chair in front of you. You finished the wine in both glasses and hurried out after paying the tab. The same waiter looked at you with sympathy, and your stomach felt like it wanted to turn.
The walk back to your car, parked quite a distance away, didn't help. Seeing many couples holding hands and even kissing in public on a Saturday night made you feel even more miserable. Your drive home was also filled with traffic, and no matter what song played, it didn't fit your mood.
Will we be like this forever?
You thought about quitting the Association, but you couldn't. You hadn't found the answers about the Aether Core inside your body yet.
“So, how was Anniversary Night? Spill the tea!” Tara’s cheerful greeting broke your thoughts, but it only made you think of the problem you wanted to avoid. Your expression must have soured because Tara looked into your eyes seriously and asked, “Uh-oh. What happened?”
“He canceled our date. Again.” You looked down sadly. “It really couldn't be helped, but I still feel very disappointed.”
Whatever Tara said after that sounded distant because your head was still full of thoughts about Zayne. What could possibly be wrong between the two of us?
You were sitting and waiting in line when Dr. Noah passed by and saw you. “Y/N. Long time no see.”
“Oh, hello, Doctor.” You stood up and greeted him with a friendly face. This warm-hearted mentor of your boyfriend never missed a chance to chat, even briefly.
“You’ve been such a great support for Zayne all this time.” He looked at you with affection, as if you were his own granddaughter. “Tell me, do you two have any intention of getting married sometime real soon?”
“We’re both too busy to even talk,” you said, unable to hide your sadness in front of him; the question was like a scratch on an open wound. You tried to smile, though it was a bit bitter. “We’re in a phase of just letting everything flow naturally. Perhaps… what you thought might not happen at all.”
He was talking with a nurse about a patient’s condition when he overheard you and dropped his stethoscope with a loud clink. You turned toward the sound and saw him. Zayne’s face went pale as he looked at you. Your heart felt even heavier seeing his expression, and you hurried out after saying goodbye to Dr. Noah.
That night, you stayed at Simone’s apartment. You didn't have the courage to look Zayne in the eye, for now. You still couldn't put a name to the feeling that was tangled like a mess of thread in your heart and choking your throat. You felt lucky Simone didn't ask anything, seeing your dark and messy expression.
For the first time in his life, he went home before sunset. He walked in and saw the emptiness of his apartment—you weren't home. Or you weren't coming home. He decided it was better to give you some space, but his heart was in a wild turmoil as he chose to type: "I will wait for you."
Sitting in the apartment alone, his mind couldn’t concentrate on work. He stared empty at your side of bed.
“You’ll be busy. You’ll make her cry. Just stay away from her, Zayne. I’ll kill you if you break her heart.”
Suddenly, he remembered Caleb’s words on the day he walked you home. He hadn't kept his promise to make time for you. His gut wrenched, thinking that Caleb might have been right.
Did he break your heart? Definitely.
He should have heard the forced cheerfulness in your voice that day, if only he hadn't been deceiving himself for his busy schedule. A person's life is important, but you were no less important. In fact—you are his world.
His head spun with various scenarios where you weren't by his side. You, still visiting the hospital periodically but trying your hardest not to run into him, only greeting him awkwardly when you crossed paths. Or him seeing you at your favorite cafe, sitting next to another man and laughing with him while playing Kitty Cards. Or one day, when exhaustion and longing swelled in his heart, he would receive a wedding invitation from you and a man who wasn't him.
He’d rather die than let that happen.
He applied for three days of leave—days he had never used. Even Dr. Noah was shocked to see him breathless while applying for leave, as if he had just sprinted to the hospital.
He came to Whitebay. His steps were heavy yet he paced himself. He didn't care what price he had to pay to get back to you. He would even sell his soul if it didn't already belong to you.
He pressed the doorbell repeatedly and impatiently. The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and the door opened. Caleb scowled upon seeing him. “What do you want, Zayne?”
“I require advice,” he answered, breathing heavily. “From you.”
“Me? I thought I was the last person you’d ask for advice.” He laughed sarcastically, but it turned into concern. “Is this about Y/N?”
Zayne didn't answer. Caleb could see it in his eyes. His head gestured for Zayne to come in.
You had stayed at Simone’s apartment for two days without saying a word. Your back was starting to ache from sleeping on a sofa that was too soft, and you knew you couldn't just leave your issues with Zayne unresolved. So, you thanked Simone and apologized for imposing for so long, but she only smiled and patted your shoulder firmly. “Go and settle it.”
You unlocked the unit quietly; your heart wasn't ready to talk to him yet. You truly loved him and still missed the nights where you linked hands and laughed, looking at one another while sharing stories about your day before falling into a deep sleep. Something so simple, yet so expensive to have.
You took a hot shower and came out after drying your hair. You noticed the apartment felt too quiet, and you finally smelled the scent of a room that hadn't been opened for a long time. Zayne hadn't been here for a few days. You started to worry about him because no matter what happened, he always came home, even if it was midnight or dawn, without fail.
You were about to rush out when he opened the bedroom door forcefully. His eyes widened slightly when he saw you inside. “You’re here.”
A moment of silence hung between you, before you both started talking at the same time and stopped at the same time awkwardly. Zayne cleared his throat. “You go first.”
Unable to hold back anymore, you looked into his eyes as they searched for something in yours. “I’m sorry, Zayne. I’m sorry for running from you at the hospital, I’m sorry for running away for days, I’m sorry for hiding things when I should’ve talked about it with you.”
“Y/N, it wasn't your fault.” Zayne took a step closer. “I should have given us more time and reassured you of our relationship through my actions.”
“How could I? I can’t blame you when you’re busy saving lives, Zayne. I’m not that kind of person.”
“You aren't, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't have done it.” He took another step closer, now standing right in front of you. “You’re the most precious, Y/N. I wouldn't trade you for the world. And I mean to spend the rest of my days proving it to you.”
He knelt on one knee, took out a small box, and opened it. “Y/N, will you marry me?”
Your eyes blurred with tears as you reached out your hand and said through your sobs, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto your ring finger with trembling hands, then stood up and pulled you into a hug. “I promised you before, didn't I? I’m going to put the most beautiful ring on your finger, and you’re going to be mine forever.”
You laughed as the tears fell, hugging your soulmate back, this time with a promise of forever.
A church on a mountain with a view of snow-covered peaks. The wedding invited only close friends and dear colleagues, something you and Zayne had already agreed upon.
Gran shed tears, sitting where the parents of the bride should be.
You walked down the aisle arm-in-arm with Caleb. His eyes never left you from the moment you entered the hall in your snow-white dress. He smiled, but his eyes couldn't hide his sadness as he whispered, “Should’ve been me.”
But you didn't hear him. You were busy holding back your nerves, smiling at Tara and Simone, and greeting Dr. Noah, Greyson, and several nurses who were waving at you. You locked eyes with Althea and Jace; both were smiling with relief as they looked at you. Cold sweat broke out even in the middle of the snowy chill, and then your eyes met his.
Zayne stood at the altar in a simple, neat tuxedo that reflected his personality. He looked at you intensely, and suddenly your tension vanished as if there were no one else there but the two of you.
When you finally stood in front of Zayne, Caleb spoke quietly while giving Zayne a warning look, “No second chances, Zayne.”
Zayne looked at Caleb with gratitude and determination, nodding as he replied, “No second chances.”
And so you let go of Caleb’s hand, grinning at your brother and whispering, “Thank you, Gege,” before taking Zayne’s hand. Both of you stood side by side as the officiant started the ceremony. Feeling utterly defeated, Caleb sits beside Gran.
"I used to think my world was defined by logic and boundaries, but you became the exception to every rule,” he recited his vows, looking at you with an indescribable gaze. ”I don't just promise to walk beside you; I promise to be the home you always come back to. My hand is yours—not just for the beautiful days, but for every quiet moment in between. I am yours, completely."
“You aren't just my calm; you’re the very gravity that keeps me grounded. Thank you for never letting me disappear into the deep space of my own battles, and for showing me that sometimes, the bravest thing is letting someone else hold my hand. I am ready to fight for us now. With you, I am finally, peacefully, home."
And so he put the ring on your hand, and you on his. Both of your hands were trembling, yet you held each other firmly.
And the groom kissed the bride.
"Mama, your ring's so pretty." Jasmine played with the ring on your fingers. "It's got snow inside the gem!"
You laughed at her staring intently at the detail. "Daddy made it himself. The snowflake will dance and shine brighter whenever your dad charges it with his Evol."
"Can I have it?" Selene held your hand. "It's really pretty."
"You can ask him to make one," you ruffled her hair, "but you can't ask for this one."
“Ask for what?” Zayne only heard part of the conversation as he entered the house and closed the door. “How are you and the kids today?”
You and the children immediately stood up, and they hugged him. “Daddy! You’re home earlier today!”
“I have to. It’s Daddy and Mommy’s anniversary today.” Zayne took out a bouquet of light blue roses and Jasmine flowers. “Happy Anniversary, love.”
You accepted the bouquet with both hands and held it close, smelling the fragrance while smiling. “Happy Anniversary, Zayne.”
The whole series (except Caleb’s POV) have been a very SFW and sweet story. Once again based on my husband’s trait—I’ve come to love him even more as I write this. He doesn’t need to know that tho 🥰
It’s a bit cruel that in other LIs POV Caleb might be the devil itself, when all he wanted was her happiness; sometimes even when she belongs to someone else. He’s nice in this part, people. I regret writing Caleb’s POV arc. So much angst for him. He didn’t deserve any of it. 🥲
Did I became addicted to tumblr already? I swear I just said I need to rest for a day or two before writing another one. That being said, my first ever series had come to an end. Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoy it and look forward my next stories. Love, Thea.
I just read about how many times Caleb got experimented on… 742 times when— and then 429 after expl— 23 more times after he becomes a colonel—FUCKK I’d never write angst for you again Caleb oh dear lord you’re my main forever come to me baby omg 😭
Maybe you should try writing for something else other than LADs or take your blog down, how is possible to mischaracterize all 5 LIs? They would not act like that, say things like that
Some wild mental gymnastics to justify some mediocre writing
I hate how some people hide behind anons… I turned on anon to be a safe space for people to request not for this kind of cowardly shit.
You could just skip my acc or block me but instead you take your time to comment here.
Yes, my writings are mediocre. I did not study literature at all. I’m not even an english speaker. I need help all the time from my sister and from my readers’ comments to find loopholes because, I’m not used to all this.
Maybe you write too, and might be better than I do. That still doesn’t make you can be an asshole about it.
You, anon, are one of the reason people hate LADS fandom.
Just remember when people are here to have fun, you’re here to ruin it. That just explains your character.
I was just about to open the acc again, and I find you taking your time, again, just to hide behind anon.
Ooc or not, why do you care? Skip or block.
At this point you just gotta admit you’ve been reading some of mine and got upset. Why stay if you don’t like?
I got depression, and I’m battling them without meds. Not to get pitied, but some of my friends here are what makes me keep on going to live.
So yes, it might be ooc, it might be not what most people want, but when I pour my heart and my mind here and people comments and chat with me, they are what keeps me alive. Alive, for real. Not just some beautiful words of appreciation.
I wanted to close my acc, cause most of my ideas are dead here. But thanks to you, I realize I don’t want to close my acc or write about something else. I might not write as much, but I’m sure as hell don’t want to be told to do anything from a person that hides behind an anon.
Thanks for reminding me to be grateful for the nice people around me.
