based on this request : ooooh this is gonna be fun to write ! imma try my best :) thanks for the idea
tags : caleb x reader , angst , timeline set where caleb returns back to you after he faked his death (after the explosion), not HC, toxic caleb, manipulative behaviors, long read, not proofread
the rain poured down heavily on Linkon tonight. the sky grey and gloomy, quite literally representing caleb and your mood.
it was supposed to be a perfect night, everything was planned out accordingly, perfectly, no flaw whatsoever. except of course, for one thing.
one person. a stranger. a drunk stranger, to be precise. this person was obviously out of your control ; an obstacle that you didn't think of, didn't even pay much attention until caleb lost it.
were you mad ? no, not really. you always knew caleb was a very jealous and possessive man. he's a dangerous man to everyone, except you. to you, he was caleb, just caleb.
your lover, your best friend, your one and only. and so were you to him. his reaction was valid, it was meant to protect you, as he always did.
so why did an uncomfortable feeling still sit in your heart ? you knew caleb always meant well ... right ? you snapped out of your thoughts when he sat down next to you on the couch, two hot cups of chamomile tea. you glanced at his handsome face, now left with a faint bruise on his right cheekbone. he still flashed a small friendly smile to you, though his eyes held no joy at all.
only guilt.
you alright, pips ? he whispered to you, his voice barely audible from the TV that no one paid attention since the return home.
you gave a small nod and forced the same friendly smile back : "yes, caleb. are you ? is it still hurting ?"
he quickly shook his head and handed you the cup ; this is nothing, pipsqueak. don't worry your little head.
you took the warm cup and hugged it close to you, enjoying the warmth spreading all over your hands. you could feel his gaze on you, heavy in the silence and demanding.
i'm sorry again for earlier, baby ... didn't mean to cause trouble.
you absentmindedly shook your head and fixed your attention on the TV, though you couldn't focus at all. caleb rested his hand on your knee, tentatively, hesitantly. when you didn't react, he gave a sigh and gave another squeeze.
come on, talk to me pips. you know i hate seeing you upset.
and there it was, the same gnawing feeling that overwhelmed you instantly -- what exactly was it ? you weren't too sure, but your therapist apparently said it was a mix of different emotions. more precisely anger, abandonment, sadness, and guilt. you also knew that this uncomfortable feeling had happened ever since caleb came back.
came back from "the dead". you never told him, because a part of you (probably the guilt) knew it would break his heart. which would then break yours. perhaps, you weren't as selfless as caleb.
in fact, the anger part wondered if caleb was truly as selfless as he portrayed himself to be. faking his own death to deal with Ever, with those criminals that wanted your head on a gold tray, disappearing from Linkon to build a new life in Skyhaven.
you also knew very well that his disappearance was for you. deep down, you knew he would never leave you if he had any other choice. but this sour and bitter taste still lingered in you, no matter how much you tried to justify this entire situation.
were you happy he came back ? of course.
were you mad he left you ? for sure.
were you disappointed that he hid this truth from you ? 100%.
your mind is still spinning, pipsqueak. i can see it in your eyes.
his voice snapped you back to the moment. you felt a blush creeping on your face and prayed that the shadows of the thunderstorm hid your true emotions.
"i think i'm tired, going to sleep a bit early tonight, baby" ; you rose and placed the full cup down ; "good night, caleb."
he didn't return your smile, didn't even bother to respond as he grabbed your wrist harshly, preventing you from leaving. a chill ran down your body -- not fear, probably anxiety. adrenaline.
talk to me, pips.
his tone, light and inviting, but you felt no warmness from him at all. just a cold and calculating stare hiding behind his forced smile. this wasn't a request, it was an order.
the man staring at you now wasn't just caleb : it was "colonel caleb". and you hated this side of him. your body vibrated with the adrenaline ; it was very clear that you hated confrontation with caleb.
arguing with him just felt wrong.
''no'', you hesitantly shook his hand off your wrist, the skin burned underneath his fingers, ''i'm tired.''
tired of what, pips ? of me ? of us ?
you swallowed down the lump of guilt at the sight of his puppy eyes, of his saddened expression. the tension in the air seemed to have deepened, nearly making you buckle down to your knees. a heavy pressure pressed down on your slightly trembling shoulders, as if fear itself turned into air and pushed you down. breathing became ... heavy ?
this is new, you thought. you've never felt so anxious. and the thought that caleb made you nervous gave you nausea. everything just felt wrong, the air, the tension, the conversation, him.
talk to me, Y / N. he stood up, his tall and domineering frame nearly swallowing you whole. instinctively, you took a step backward and knocked your ankles at the couch. he reached out and grabbed your wrist again, preventing you from falling on the floor.
you tumbled against the couch, feeling this sudden immense pressure crush down on your body, knocking the air out of your lungs. his tight grip on your wrist was nothing against this invisible and strange pressure. it was as if you suddenly became the weight of the moon.
''are you ... feeling ...'' even air felt like drowning, the words barely out of your trembling lips as this pressure seized your entire body from everywhere. ''this ?''
then as quickly as it came, it vanished. entirely. you gasped and inhaled gulps of air, as if you had been drowning for what seems an eternity. caleb widened his eyes before kneeling down and rubbing your back, his eyes darting to your shaking figure to your face, a worried expression plastered on his pale visage.
i ... no, what ... are you okay, baby ?
you stared at him, at the uncertainty of his voice, of his words. of his lie. anger simmered in your blood, another wave of betrayal overwhelmed your mind : ''you used your evol on me ?!''
your shriek and accusation made caleb flinch, a rare sight. a true sign that you just caught him. he pulled his hand away from you, as if he got burned. he rapidly stood up, raising both of his hands in surrender : it wasn't on purpose, Y / N ! i would never hurt you, it's just ... i lost control. i didn't know, i ... i couldn't feel it.
he kneeled down again and held both of your hands in his. his eyes watered as he rambled apology after apology. if it wasn't for anger coursing through your mind, you would have probably hugged him, for your own comfort and his. but not this time. you pulled your hands away from his tender hold and stood up abruptly. you made your way around the couch, putting a barrier between the man you and the man you adore.
''what have you become, caleb ?! what did the explosion do to you ?''
he stood up and took big steps around the couch, trying to reduce the distance between you two : listen to me, Y / N, please ... i really didn't know ...
''no !'' you yelled, frustrated. ''you killed a man for giving me a compliment, drunk out of his mind ! and now, you are trying to trap me with your evol !''
caleb's gaze switched instantly, his eyes dropping to the floor as he clenched his fists : he disrespected you.
you shook your hand, taking another step backward : "he was drunk, caleb ! and i already solved the situation ! he didn't even touch me, he left immediately !''
caleb lifted his eyes at you, narrowing his darkened eyes as he whispered : nobody talks to you like that.
"caleb, he was drunk ! it was a stupid meaningless compliment, and you went behind my back and killed him ! if i hadn't caught you, would you have told me ?"
he tilted his head at your question, as if you were speaking gibberish : i have always protected you, pips. i fought your bullies and you never knew until recently. how is it different now ?
"because i'm no longer a kid and i can protect myself !"
wrong answer -- and the sudden realization hit you like a train. but it was, of course, too late. caleb frowned and took another big step forward. his entire frame blocked your escape, your vision, making him your sole focus.
is that what you think ? you no longer need me ? alright, tell me. what do you want then ?
he grabbed both of your wrists, his grip merciless and leaving no space for conversation as he stared down at you -- no, glared down at you.
''stop, caleb --''
this entire time, i've been protecting you. helping you. taking care of you. did you really think i was happy up there, far away from you ? do you really think that's what i wanted ? for you ? for me ? for us ?
the more he spoke, the tighter his hold. at this point, you wouldn't be surprised if his hold left some marks behind. caleb couldn't listen anymore, in fact he couldn't hear you properly. his mind buzzed with overwhelming noises, none of which made sense. the only thing that he could really feel and make out of the chaos in his mind at the moment was that you were leaving him. and he would never allow that.
or at least, he'd try to convince you otherwise. he felt your small hands push against his chest, his shoulders, his arms, anything to run away from him. and he hated this sensation, this thought : running away from him. you used to run to him. by instinct, he slammed his hand on the wall behind you, his arms entirely blocking your futile attempt of escape. but then everything went silent, quiet, numb, and empty in his head when he heard your groan.
a groan of pain. because his evol had, once again, hurt you. by accident. caleb's evol had flung you against the wall when he slammed his hand. your head hit the hard surface before you tumbled forward, into his arms. caleb was stunned. shocked. at a loss of words. of excuses.
immediately, he cradled you in his arms, holding your head close to his chest as he mumbled apologies over and over. his fingers trembled as they massaged your scalp, looking for any possible injuries or blood. he lifted you up effortlessly before carrying you to bed, where he gently laid you down.
his eyes was watery, his face drained from any emotion as he reached out again to cup your face. his amethyst eyes searched for any pain. a shame he couldn't see the pain in your heart.
i'm really sorry, Y/N ... i didn't mean to ... these days, i -- i -- it's hard for me to control. i don't know why ... what have i done ?
he rambled his thoughts and feelings out, and you could see that he was no longer focused on you. caleb was so overwhelmed with guilt that he was a gone man. his fingers trembled as he kept searching your head for injuries, caressing your cheeks stained with tears, tenderly wiping your teary eyes. his speech no longer made sense -- all you knew was that he won't leave you, ever again. you were stuck, for good.
please -- please, forgive me, baby. i panicked. my evol -- it slipped. please, i beg of you -- forgive me, i'm really sorry.
he kneeled down at the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist possessively, firmly, unyielding. caleb was now sobbing on your lap now, his imposing figure trembling entirely with guilt and sadness. you couldn't even respond -- his cries remained louder every time.
he was truly in distress, you would have thought he had gone mental. at this moment, your mind was no longer on what had just happened. or the throbbing headache. or the shake in your fingers.
it was back entirely on caleb, who kept sobbing and apologizing over and over.
don't even know if i did a good job at angsty fic. oh welp, i tried lol made me feel sad imagining distressed caleb tho
notes: these will be unedited mini, single paragraph drabbles that i need to get out before i lose motivation again LMAO.
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sylus would give you a cocky smirk the moment you pushed him completely down on your shared bed. he would lay languidly above the pillows, garnet eyes sparkling with a challenge in his gaze. do your worst, is what he seems to tell you, yet still, you refuse to relent. choosing to play dirty with him (since he always played dirty with you) you lift up the soft fabric of his sweater, already descending your lips upon his perky nipples while giving them an audible suck. the onychinus leader’s response was immediate, gasping for air while your hips slowly undulated itself against the hard wall of his muscular abs. the subtle hitch in his breathing would alert you to his impending arousal as you worked on chasing your high- with your swollen clit catching on to the ridges of his abdomen through the ruined sheer material of your lace panties.
zayne is more purposeful when it comes to foreplay with you. your clothes would be tossed aside as he plays your body like an instrument. he draws out every moan and breathy sigh with calloused hands that map out your body (keeping the hidden knowledge of each curve and dip of your form like a sacred script.) as you lay naked and trembling above him, he would settle your aching sex over the fabric of his shirt, allowing the subtle movement of your hips to move up his shirt, revealing the wall of muscle settled beneath you along with a happy that shares the same hue as his slicked back strands of hair. zayne senses the hesitation in your demeanor while letting out a sigh, gripping your hips while sliding your cunt back and forth on his abs. encouraged by his movements, you slowly braced yourself on top of his chest before moving on your own, your gasps echoing throughout the room as you worked on chasing your high.
xavier is the one who would be the most eager to watch you riding his abs with an almost reverent expression. his true blue eyes would drink in your every movement as he lays back in bed for you. the philos prince would swallow thickly seeing the way your bare body remained hidden beneath a gossamer nightgown as you slowly straddled his waist. he feels the way your thighs clash together before slowly moving upwards, allowing your nakedness to finally meet with his heated walls of muscles. he bites down on his bottom lips, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you bounced and slid your heat over his form. and as the heavy scent of your honeyed arousal began clinging to his naked skin- he couldn’t stop the almost feral thought of never wishing your scent to leave him.
rafayel would immediately seduce you into riding his abs if you ever got mad at him. he’d give you an almost playful smile while giving you a come hither expression, beckoning you closer to him. and when you would try to refuse and fight back against his seductive smiles- you knew it was useless when he brings you to him anyways. his hands would skillfully slide of your panties (slightly smirking at seeing how wet the fabric felt) before planting you directly over his abs. the sudden hedonistic sensation of your cunt meeting his lithe body causes your back to arch, already forgetting the reason why you were mad at him to begin with as your body instinctively moved above him. with the lemurian quickly regaining his confidence, he lays back in bed while enjoying the show of you using him for your own pleasure.
caleb would feel his cock straining against the front of his sweatpants the moment you straddle yourself over his toned abs. an almost innocuous smile would paint your lips as you steady yourself on top of his shoulder. your movements were shy at first, almost hesitant as you tried to find the perfect pace to help with chasing your high. too focused on your own movements, you failed to notice the way your colonel’s eyes seemed to darken considerably before planting his large hands on your waist. letting out a grunt of your name, he slides your naked cunt over his taut muscles at an almost rapid pace, making you cry out to him as you nearly fell over him. he was smirking now, his expression almost becoming devilish as he leans in to whisper in your ear, i’ll let you have your fun, but the moment you’re satisfied is when it’ll be your turn to satisfy me… by devouring my dick with this greedy pussy that’s staining at my skin.
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