#after all the sad rafayel fics

[syneilesis]

for the remaining days of 2024, my next fic is gonna be dumb and silly

[tbaluver]

I loved the “when you have a baby with them” fic, could you do one where you feel insecure about your body post birth and they reassure you? I love your work!! 🤍

When You're Insecure About Your Body After Birth- The Love And DeepSpace Men

warnings: mentions of body insecurities

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

a/n: hihi anonnie!! im so happy to hear you loved that headcanon fic and my works! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) it always makes my day to hear you guys love them <3 i hope you and everyone else enjoys this one!

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He would notice every time he tried to get close to you, you would find an excuse or completely avoid him. Anytime you would try to wrap his arms around you at bedtime, you would roll away from him so you're out of his reach. Your sleepy lover would not be able to sleep anymore without you in his arms.

He would be so confused on why you tried to avoid his affection. He would look it up on his phone, his search history filled with questions of "Does my lover hate me?" "Why does my lover not want my affection" All the answers he read online made him more confused and sad.

It wasn't until he watches you stand in front of the mirror, tugging at your clothes and grimacing each time you realize the fabric doesn't sit on your body like it used to before. You wouldn't notice that he was watching you, thinking he was asleep the whole time.

He would grow concerned every second and every minute as you're still fixated on your clothes and by the time he gets up from your shared bed, you're on the verge of breaking down. You avoid eye contact with him before he can even ask what's wrong.

His arms reach around your waist and he pulls you firmly into his body, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Honey, I can’t stand seeing you like this. What’s making you upset? I want to support you and make everything better.” He would say, kissing your neck before nuzzling into you.

Although your lover warms your heart, it doesn't stop your tears. Instead, you start to ramble about how you don't look like how you used too before your pregnancy. How your clothes don't fit you like how they used too and how you felt like you started to hate your body.

He would listen silently, letting you let it all out while he's continuing to hold you so closely. You let out a deep sigh when you finished talking, melting into his touch.

He would pepper you with kisses and promises you that every inch and part of you is beautiful and deserves to be loved. He'll continue to love on you as much as it takes for you to see you as he sees you.

"You're my everything. Every change is proof to your incredible strength and the beautiful journey we've shared. To me you're more than perfect and I'll keep reminding you of that every single day."

Zayne:

Zayne has always been and will be extremely attentive to you and your family. He's remembered your medical record and has known the smallest detail about you so he's already noticed the change on your eating habits. He'll notice you checking the packages to check the calorie counts and at first he wouldn't think much of it. He would think at first, you were maybe keeping track of your energy but he wouldn't brush this off.

He'll notice this has been happening quite often every day. Every time you want too cook something or order something or even get a snack, you'll always check the calorie count. So he decided to finally talk to you about it during dinner and ordering your favorite takeout.

As you chat and set down the dinner together, feeding the baby first, he’ll notice you putting only a small amount of food on your plate. It’s your favorite dish, so this seems unusual to him. "Is that all you're going to eat, my love?" He would ask, his gaze on you. You would look at him anxiously and tell him it was enough for you because you were on a diet but he would tell you that it wasn't enough and that you didn't need to go on a diet at all.

Tears would threaten to spill from your eyes when you would explain to him that you need to lose weight. You'd open up about your insecurities, worried that he might not find you as attractive now because you feel your body has changed after the pregnancy compared to how you looked before.

Zayne would get up from the opposite side of the table where he sat and made his way to your side. He would sit back down on a chair closest to you, hold your hand tenderly, and gently rub soothing circles on the back of your knuckles.

“My love, you’ve only just welcomed a new life into the world and your body has done something remarkable. It’s proof of your strength and love, and its beauty goes far beyond just appearances.” He would say while pressing soft kisses on the back of your knuckles.

He hated to see you so upset like this, insecure and hating your body when to him you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He would do anything to show you how truly loved you really were.

"I promise you, you don't need to lose any weight. I think you're perfect the way you are. But if you don't feel confident in your body, then there are better ways to do it. I can help you and support you."

Rafayel:

He's called you a couple times to dinner but you didn't come down to the dining area. He's already fed the baby and put your baby down for a nap before he went off to find you. You stood in your shared bathroom mirror, poking and prodding at the pregnancy scar and imperfections on your body. Every single flaw became amplified in your mind the longer you looked at your figure contort in the mirror. You felt disgusted in your own body and wanted it all to disappear.

Tears would race down to your cheeks and you would feel strong arms wrap around your waist. You were met with Rafayel's reflection smiling right back at you until he saw the tears stain your face. He would gently turn you to face him, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist while using his free hand to wipe away your tears. "What's the matter princess?"

He patiently waited for you to talk as you tried to steady your breathing as he continued to wipe any more tears that came running down.

When you were ready to talk, you explained to him that you've been feeling insecure lately. The weight that you gained from pregnancy hasn't left your body. You haven't looked the same every since. A couple of your clothes don't fit the way they used too and it's all been upsetting you.

Hearing you talk so low of yourself broke Rafayel's heart. He hated that part of your brain. The brain that brings you down and makes you despise yourself. He desperately wished you could see yourself the way he saw you.

He began peppering your face with soft kisses, causing you to let out a laugh. He continued trailing kisses over your body and stopping at every area to tell you why he loved it. Your body was practically covered with kisses and praises from head to toe. Once he was finished, he brought himself back up and pulled you into a kiss.

"My love, you're like a breathtaking masterpiece to me. Every change tells the story of the journey we've been through together. You're still the same incredible woman I fell in love with, and you'll always be my beautiful, amazing wife. My one and only. I adore you more than ever."

He cups your cheeks gently and looks into your eyes with his warm gaze, "I love you, every part of you," He says softly. "If I could somehow transfer my thoughts and feelings into your mind so you could see yourself the way I do, I would do it in a heartbeat."

Sylus:

He would notice the signs but he didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet. You two would shower often before you gave birth. It was one of the intimate times you both shared. After birth, he noticed that you wouldn't shower with him anymore. Usually you would excuse yourself to watch the baby or say you would have already showered. You also wouldn't go out that often with him to auctions or any dates even if he offered Luke and Kieran to watch the baby. He figured maybe it's because you didn't trust them with the baby just yet, which is valid.

It wasn't until he finally got to convince you to go out tonight to an auction. He picked out a dress for you so he could match with you.

You stared at the mirror completely lost in thought. You hum dismissively as continued to poke at your skin. You analyze every stretch mark that appeared on your skin out of the dress. You'd turn every few minutes to check out your other angles.

You were so caught up in thought that the footsteps of your lover didn't alert you that he was in the room. He was leaning against the door frame, watching you for a while. He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You look beautiful sweetie." He says, placing a kiss on your shoulders and then one at the top of your head.

You'd frown and protest, feeling that you're not as beautiful as he says. You'd start to ramble about how the changes from pregnancy have made you uncomfortable with your appearance, tears welling up in your eyes. Realizing that tonight might not be the best time to go out, you'd suggest that he should go by himself instead.

He'd spin you around so you were now facing him. His large hands cupping your face as one of his thumbs wipe any tears running down. A finger on your chin made you look up at his crimson eyes and you can see the concern and honesty in his eyes as he spoke.

"Sweetie, you are truly beautiful. Your beauty isn't just in how you look but in the love and resilience you've shown. I see you, not just as my wife but as this remarkable woman who has given a gift and something truly precious. You are stunning, inside and out."

He would gently intertwine his fingers with yours, holding together as he placed tender kisses on your knuckles. All the while, he'd keep his gaze locked on you, with one arm wrapped lovingly around your waist.

"I know every detail about your body and I know it's perfect. I will continue to love you, every inch of you. And I'll remind you that every single day."

[yv0nn1e]

"we were born to a world with dead ends."

gravity — rafayel

summary: to be betrayed in one timeline, to find out the truth in another, and now, to seek revenge in the current.

pairing: rafayel x non!mc fem!reader

cw/tw: angst? mean reader, some twists from the myths and the actual lore itself.

note: an alternate version of my backburner rafayel fic where instead of falling in love with rafayel, reader gets angry when she realizes lemuria's fall is actually because of rafayel.

word count: 2k+

non!mc reader who remembers the excruciating pain of losing her life in every single timeline where rafayel was involved.

non!mc reader who, in the current timeline and at eleven years old, starts to get flashbacks of her past lives, not knowing what they were until the memories fill each other in as she matures. the older she gets, the more refined those visions become, until she reaches the age of fifteen where a rough vision of rafayel, her beloved, gives up his heart, and lemuria for this strange yet certainly unforgettable girl. non!mc reader who, realizes that she might have died at rafayel's hands— that lemuria fell under rafayel's sacrifice and love.

non!mc reader who, at fifteen, decides to walk away from the sea and from her dearest friend who, she now knows, had betrayed their people in their past lives. she goes to land with her aunt, finding solace in her passion for acting and the dramatics. rafayel had tried to stop her, or at least, get him to accompany her yet he could never forget the underlying anger that had filtered her eyes.

"you're really leaving? but why?" rafayel asked. he wasn't sad, not exactly. perhaps just a tad bit melancholy at the thought of his truest friend walking away, leaving him all alone to face the pressure of the sands and seas all by himself.

"i can't achieve anything here." she replies, the duality of the meaning behind her words floating above rafayel's head. she can't achieve anything if she stays right where she had always been after all these years, after all these lives: right next to rafayel. she will be bound to the same ending if she stayed any longer.

they bid each other goodbye, and non!mc reader was more than ready to start a new life. perhaps, if she stayed away from rafayel, if she had stayed away from lemuria, then she cannot befall the same painful fate that she would during her previous lives.

non!mc reader who physically and internally experiences the actual pain of the lemurians' sufferings in her past lives whenever she would get a vision despite the fact that she had already stirred far far away from the sea.

her aunt talia looks at her worryingly as non!mc reader sits on the plush of the luxurious couch, her hand in her chest as she took in deep breathes— each and every inhale activating that painful tightening in her chest, the same sensation of internal stabbing.

"did you get another vision?" talia asks, her soft and delicate fingers rubbing non!mc reader's back. the girl could only nod as she takes one last deep breath before slumping her back towards the headboard of the couch.

"how much longer will i have to endure this? do you even get visions like mine too?" non!mc reader chokes out as she takes a glass of water. her aunt talia visited her on set today. it had been long since non!mc reader had decided to live above water and join the humans. she's an adult now, in her twenties, and a successful young actress at that.

"dearest, you know i don't. we've spoken about this. you're— you're different." talia says in a hesitant tone. these two have tried to figure out the root of non!mc reader's visions, how do they happen, and why they're happening in the first place. but nothing. they have nothing. the only thing they were certain about was the fact that the visions are highly implied to be true. the tales and myths about lemuria align with the visons and flashes.

"perhaps, there is a reason that you, out of everyone, has been bestowed such gift." talia comforts, a gentle pat glides over non!mc reader's shoulder blades.

she could only scoff. "this is no gift. this is a curse."

non!mc reader who falls into shock as she stumbles upon a familiar purple set of hair on a tall figure during a banquet. could it really be— "yn!" her name rolls off his tongue so softly, gently. all so familiar and nostalgic that for a second, non!mc reader forgets that the man whom her love transcended one life over another for had been the cause of her impending doom.

"rafayel?" she minds his presence. he looked a lot older than she'd last seen him. he was a lot taller, his lean figure built stronger with grown muscles, his aura being more elegant and confident. and yet, she questions whether or not he had changed. "what are you— why are you here?"

he tells her that he's settling in linkon for a while. he says that he's got a lot of business advocates and opportunities to stumble upon the city as he pursues his artist career. he then reveals to her that he too had left the sea not long after she had gone, saying something about how the sea's weight felt a little too heavy under ground.

"does it really get easier up above the water?" she throws the question out rhetorically as they find themselves in a secluded seating area of the banquet.

rafayel wasn't dumb. surely, he felt the venomous tone in her voice or the unwelcoming glare from her gaze. he wishes it would be his mind playing tricks on him but the more he stares deeply into her eyes, the more he feels as though something was not right between him and his dearest friend.

"i don't really think so." he replies to her rhetorical question.

one thing about non!mc reader is that she isn't entirely certain that her snarky remark wasn't applicable to her. over the years, she often doubts whether or not trying to escape her home was better for her.

the both of them stare at each other. one pair of eyes gazing at the other's figure filled with confusion and nostalgia. wondering where he went wrong or if he had done something wrong. the other set of eyes staring in regret, unsure of whether or not joy or anger should control her thinking as of the moment.

the silence was louder than ever, until it was interrupted with that even louder ringing in non!mc reader's ears, that stabbing pain becoming stronger— probably the strongest she's ever felt as every fiber of her being was aching.

and yet she was too stubborn to let a slither of her vulnerability and truth slip past the cracks of her facade.

"i have to go." she tries to say confidently or rather, in a more composed way as she stood up, grabbing her purse and clenching her chest with her free hand which earned her a concerned and confused gaze in rafayel's face.

"are you okay? i can take you—"

"im fine, rafayel." she insists, pushing past him as he stood up to reach her.

"it was certainly something to see you again." she coughs out a fake scoff as she takes one step forward, only for a gasp to slip past her lips when her ankles bend, cause her whole body to not only pulse in excruciating pain, but to fall.

she feels the pain take her away from consciousness, a flash of white turning into a silhouette of a younger boy, his hair the same shade of violet as rafayel's, his voice more playful, as the image of her childhood in the prosperous kingdom of lemuria in a previous life takes place in her mind for a while, but the realization did not go unnoticed.

no, it does not get easier above water. as long as gravity exists, the weight of the world will always pull you down to the ground where one must acknowledge the truth.

non!mc reader who realizes that the pain she feels whenever she gets visions started when she left the sea.

she finds herself waking up in a bed of soft silk and fluffy pillows. this wasn't her home, the ambiance was rather softer and cleaner as the sun's rays painted dawn against the windows.

"you're finally awake." she gets taken out of her trance as she turns her head to the doorway, a smiling rafayel leans against the frame of the door. "you good now? maybe next time, don't insist that you're fine when you're not."

"what?" she's confused. she's never passed out from a vision before. sure, at first the pain was unbearable, but years of endurance has built her some kind of immunity or rather, suppressants that makes the ache less painful.

"you had a really high fever last night. what's worse is that, the tides weren't even low. we don't usually get that sick but i guess you're just a bit helpless without me, yeah?" rafayel teases as he brings her a tray of food and medicine. she stares at him in awe, that buried affection for him attempting to break past the cracks, but she does not let it go.

non!mc reader starts to see clearer visions now that rafayel is back in her life. with the added age and maturity, the flashes are longer and less vague. so when the moment a full vision of what happened during the sea god's ceremony played, anger resurfaces her mind.

non!mc reader who swore to avenger herself and lemuria, her beloved land. which is why, when rafayel introduces his new bodyguard, she immediately knew that she was the sea god's bride. that rafayel's miss bodyguard had his heart. literally.

and if it was what's needed to restore lemuria, she would stop at nothing to have it in her hands.

non!mc reader who is staring as the main lead in a new linkon tv series that depicts a tale about an ancient underwater civilization called lemuria. she could only laugh hysterically at her role. was she really playing the role of the sea god's bride? the sole thing she could never be in whatever universe or timeline she was in? oh how destiny loved to mock her.

non!mc reader who asks rafayel for help, feigning vulnerability and saying that she needed his bodyguard too, saying something about her old bodyguard going away for a while, even offering to pay double what rafayel was paying her.

non!mc reader who takes this chance to let her suppressed anger over the centuries and lifetimes that have passed out. it started with complicated coffee orders to fetch then upgraded to delivering her wardrobe, only to accuse miss bodyguard of practically sullying the dress with her reckless actions. in general, just treating her like the worst. miss bodyguard could quit whenever she wanted but rafayel had asked her so persuasively to induldge in non!mc reader's request since she was one of his closest friends.

non!mc reader who gets attacked by one of her visions, the pain stronger than what she assumed was the strongest attack when she met rafayel in that banquet before. what's more severe was that she could practically feel and hear the screams in her more recent visions.

non!mc reader who is sick and tired of suffering the regrets of the past, tired of carrying the weight of a future that is clearly telling her to take responsibility. so, one day, she flat out says to rafayel to do something about lemuria. to take his heart back, to end his people's sufferings. and yet, rafayel, like in all those visions she would see and remember, only replied with the same thing: that there would be other ways.

non!mc reader who damns it all, never stopping at one ask to convince rafayel to take his heart back. every chance she could, she would try to bring it up with rafayel which results into the man questioning his bestfriend's eagerness. she wasn't usually like this. she was never this insistent. despite the rejections, non!mc reader is thankful that rafayel was asked to be an illustrator in her new project because it makes it easier for her to bother him to own up to his responsibilities.

yn lets out an exhausted sigh as she looks at herself in the mirror. this costume was ridiculous, she thinks, as she analyzes the decor of the dress— the director said it would be a close-to-accurate replica of lemurian bridal attires. her top, a delicate yet structured piece, bared her midriff, emphasizing her poise, while bands of gilded accents traced the contours of her shoulders and arms. a flowing sash, transparent like morning mist, hung from her waist, its shimmering fabric embellished with ornate patterns that mirrored ancient symbols of wisdom.

fuck, they were right. it was close to accurate. so much so that non!mc reader starts to pity herself, thinking that the only moment she would have gotten to dress up like a true lemurian bride would be in a show, a fictional, unrealistic series that depicts the story of her beloved and the other woman he had chosen and would choose in every other life.

she steps out of the dressing room, the staffs getting the scene ready as the director yelled out orders. rafayel was with his bodyguard in a corner, discussing with the other illustrators what to do or add into the scene to make it more vibrant.

"it's a wedding scene, it's supposed to be colorful." he rolls his eyes, his bodyguard chuckling in amusement at his sulking. non!mc reader wonders how the producers even got the rafayel to agree to being part of the project. initially, she would've thought that rafayel thinks they would sully the lemurian culture and tale itself and yet, here he was, ever so passionate in the intricate coloring of the set.

"honestly, these people look like they're trying to disrespect the lemurian legacy—" rafayel stops speaking as he turns around, only to be met with non!mc reader in that traditional wedding gown. she looked certainly beautiful in it, he could not deny that. in fact, it looked rather fitting on her, as if she was meant to wear it.

she was currently distracted, practicing her lines with her partner in the show so rafayel's gaze goes unnoticed.

non!mc reader who has to poorly go through a physical and actual demonstration of how the end of lemuria was met because of this stupid show that somehow, got every detail accurately correct.

the way her limbs trembled at the set, the lines, and the impending remembrance of what was to happen after the ceremonial scene in the story. her terror was so obvious that her stutter and shaking figure immediately warned the director and everyone else that something was wrong.

the recreating of the scene in a different perspective terrified her so much, the trauma of reliving that kind of pain and watching it replaying in her mind. the fear was strong enough to trigger another vision, clearer than ever.

"excuse me. i'll be back." she manages to speak, immediately running back to her dressing room to handle the pain all by herself.

non!mc reader who has never told rafayel about the visions. the only person who knew about them were talia and herself. so one could only imagine the feeling brewing in rafayel's guts when rushes to open the door of her dressing room, only to see the actual pain his yn has to go through. all alone. all by herself.

it only then hits him. this must be why she had been so insistent on taking his heart back. this must be why she had left. why she had been so distant— why she acted the way she did.

she was angry at him. albeit, she was literally hurting because of the actions, the bond, the devotion he had sacrificed and given away.

his beloved yn was suffering because of him.

in every universe, he would give his heart to his love, causing him the loss of his kingdom and his entire being. in every universe, non!mc reader has to endure the physical manifestation of the regressing feeling of neglect and abandonment from the one true person that holds her protection in his hands.

in every universe, they were always bound to be met with dead ends.

[kykyonthemoon]

If it’s not too much, could I ask for the Love and Deepspace boys who accidentally hurt the (if you could gn) reader’s feelings? (They argued and they were wrong but lashed out either way sorta thing?) if not, completely understandable! Tysm!

The Hurts

Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.

🌻 Rafayel/Xavier/Zayne x Reader Tags: gn!reader, hurt/ comfort, angst A/N: I can't see our LIs to be the type to lash out at their loved ones, so I modify the request a bit. Thank you for requesting, anon-san. Hope you enjoy this story.

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Loving someone is giving that person the chance to hurt you and trusting that they will never do so.

You had given him so many chances, and what you got in return was being hurt over and over again.

Like sitting on a never-ending roller coaster, that's the feeling when you were with him.

He made you happy, he made you sad. He gave you surprises and he also shattered many of your dreams.

Then, you had enough.

You trudged back home with heavy steps after a difficult mission. Blood drenched your uniform. The blood of Wanderers, and the blood of your comrades. The mission was a complete failure. There were a lot of people injured, and it was completely your fault.

Because you trusted someone who shouldn't have been trusted.

Rafayel was standing on an empty street corner, waiting for you. He knew you would always take the same route home. You were too predictable, that was why he played with you like a toy.

You grit your teeth. You and Rafayel each held one end of the rubber band. But he was always the first to let go.

It hurt, the feeling of being betrayed hurt so much. But you still kept walking. You did not want him to see you miserable like that. You would not give him the opportunity to trample on your feelings and trust anymore.

Rafayel's dark eyes gazed at you. You saw scales sprouting out from his face and neck. That was the day when Lemurians were at their weakest.

Nevertheless, he made the decision to stand here and wait for you to come home. As soon as he had heard the news from his spies, he immediately ran to find you even though he was in his weakest state. You stopped moving when you were just close enough away from him, to look straight into his eyes with full of indignation.

“I will explain everything.” Rafayel spoke up. And he should, but you were sick of it by now.

“That's enough, Rafayel.” You cut him off before he could say anything else. “You've said enough.”

You trusted his intelligence, only to lead your comrades into a trap. He always took advantage of your absolute trust to hurt you and the people you cared about. Especially when there was something related to the Lemurians, he suddenly became a different person. Someone you did not know.

“Your secrets…” You said, “Just keep them to yourself… I think I've had enough of your lies.”

"I did not lie." Rafayel reached out towards you but you backed away. “Everything I told you about that operation was true. I simply…”

“You simply didn't tell me the whole truth.” You said bitterly.

Rafayel withdrew his hand. He appeared so frail that he may pass out at any time at the side of the road. This time, you would not care as much. You would just leave him be.

“You showed concern for me, then you left me alone. You helped me, then pushed me into a trap... What is real, Rafayel? What is the truth that ever comes out of your mouth?”

Rafayel was silent, staring at you with pain. What an excellent performance. You almost believed him, one more time.

“What are you going to do, then? You could kill me with just one blow right now.”

“Don't challenge me.” You threatened with a glare. You hurried past Rafayel, wanting nothing more than to get home and clean off all the blood on your body and calm yourself down. Yet, despite his extreme weakness, he still has the ability to draw you in. Your eyes met his sadness. In an instant, it seemed as though you had descended to the ocean's lowest point.

“You asked me what was true.” He said, his voice shaking. “You may not believe anything else I say… But this, this alone is the truth… I will never, ever let anyone hurt you… I will never lose you again…”

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You stood in front of Xavier's house waiting impatiently. As soon as the door opened, you immediately rushed inside without even saying hello.

“Is there anything wrong?” Xavier asked gently, but his innocent look made you even more angry.

“You crossed me out of that mission, didn’t you?” You replied in anger. There were several rolled-up reports in your palm, ready to be torn apart. You aimed it in his direction. “This was originally the mission assigned to me! Why did you request to do it on your own?”

Xavier saw the problem as soon as he glanced at those papers. He tried to explain:

“That mission is too dangerous. I can't let you do it by yourself.”

“Then would it be better if you went alone?”

You gave Xavier a glance. He was trying to calm you down, but every step he took closer you moved further away. You were upset because he decided to enter a risky area without you, maybe endangering his life, and you were unaware of it until everything had been taken care of. Even with you by his side, he carried the weight of everything by himself. You did not want that, because you felt compelled to share everything with him.

"I'm sorry." Xavier was honest with you. “I should have asked you first. I decided on my own because I thought it was the best thing for you.”

“What's best for me?” You retorted. “Do you even know what is good for me? To participate in my own mission, to decide to do things as I wish, or to fight by your side!”

Only silence covered the room. You collapsed into his couch, burrowing your face into your hands. You hated this feeling of helplessness. He took away your right to make decisions, your right to accompany him on this dangerous mission. The thought that he did not need you was so painful.

“You don't believe in me…” You spoke up after a long while. When you looked up, you saw that Xavier was still standing there, looking regretful and helpless because he was unable to touch you at the time. “I thought we were a team. If we're a team, we won't hide missions from each other, we won't sneak around alone behind the other person's back..."

“I'm really sorry. That mission is much more dangerous than area N109. I can't let you risk it.”

“That means if you had to choose again, you would still do the same and hide it from me, right?”

Xavier remained silent, but you already knew the answer.

You did not know what hurt more; Xavier hiding that mission from you, or he not trusting you could complete it?

You got to your feet, looked at Xavier, and proceeded to the door.

"I truly put in a lot of training to be in a team with you. But maybe that's not enough. If you think you can do it all by yourself then so be it, I don't see the need to stay here anymore.”

"Don't." Xavier seized your hand fast to hold you there. “Don't say such things…”

You drew away from him fiercely. Xavier let out a cry and embraced his left chest at that very time.

It appeared like he was hurt. You scowled and extended a hand to touch him.

“Are you injured?”

Xavier tried to smile, but his face gradually turned pale. He took that opportunity to pull you back and wrap an arm around your waist to keep you in place.

“It's only a little cut.”

“How can it be small when you look so painful?”

Xavier struggled to breathe. He replied:

"I'm sorry. Maybe it's true that I couldn't do that task alone. You were right. We are a team, I need you.”

You feel pleased, but still very angry with Xavier. It was because he chose to go alone that he got injured like that.

“From now on, I will definitely not hide anything from you anymore. So… don't leave me alone, okay?”

You were silent for a while, but wrapped your arms around Xavier to hug him. “I have to check your wound first.”

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

The more you care for someone else, the deeper the wound they cause you.

It had been a month since you could contact him. Just like that, he disappeared, again.

You were frightened. Just like when you were a child, suddenly one day, the friend who used to make snow seals for you disappeared without a trace. No one could hear about him. He had also covertly assigned your monthly health check to another physician without you knowing until you got to the hospital. The last time you had heard about him was when Dr. Greyson told you he were rushing off to the Arctic on urgent business.

How funny it was to learn that from someone other than him. No farewells, no assurances not to worry. And for an entire month, he was absent. Although you didn't have the authority to make him tell you his schedules, at least you wanted to know how long he was going to be gone and whether or not the mission was risky.

You grew more afraid and then angered as you considered him going missing once more. How could he do this to you, after everything you had been through together? Yet he dared to show his face to your house on a rainy night.

When he saw that you were covering yourself from the rain with your jacket, he moved forward to shield you. But you dashed over to the porch. You just looked at him from a distance, but near enough to see that he was alright. After that, you entered and slammed the door in his face.

Not a word was said to each other. He did not even call your name or send a text message. He stood in the pouring rain for a long, long time. You couldn't care less. That night you went to sleep fitfully, and when you woke up the next morning, your auntie neighbor told you that he had just departed a short while after your room's light went out.

You did not try to contact him again. This cold war was initiated by him, so let it be. It was now a week after his return, and you had to go to the hospital for a check-up before an important mission. When you saw the name of the physician assigned to you was Zayne, you requested for another.

Dr. Greyson found you in the waiting area. He asked about your refusal to let Zayne examine your health. Honestly, you could not find any reason to answer that wasn't too personal. So you just sat in silence.

“The first thing Zayne did when he got back was to read your files. He wanted to make sure you were fine while he was gone.”

Dr. Greyson said. You lowered your head and looked down at your clasped hands, experiencing a range of conflicting feelings.

“I don't know what happened between you two, and maybe it's none of my business, but Zayne is a friend, and I need to butt in just this once…”

You looked up at Dr. Greyson.

“Zayne went to the Arctic to seek assistance from his teacher. Things got worse as it became more and more difficult for him to control his Evol. I caught him injuring himself with his Evol. He made the decision to suffer alone until things got in control in order to protect others.”

You were shocked. Zayne had been suffering because of his Evol for the past month without you knowing, while you were blaming him for leaving you.

"Perhaps he refrained from telling you out of concern that you would worry and accompany him there."

The rest of the conversation drifted away. Then you stood up, tried to hold back your tears as you walked to Zayne's office. He sat behind the computer screen, looking up at you with mixed emotions in his eyes, although his face still remained calm.

You entered slowly, noted the scars on his hands. There were fresh cuts that were not yet healed. He must have been very hurt and lonely. What must you do to make him open up to you? What must you do so that you can share the burden with him?

“You… What's wrong?”

As soon as Zayne spoke, you hid your tears by walking towards him in a haste and pulled him into your embrace.

“Please don't go without a word... I won't be able to bear it if you disappear again..."

[lost-and-ephemeral]

Helloo><!!! I love your fics sm ueueue!!! I was wondering if it's okay with you to write about Zayne and Rafayel with a very childish Mc who loves a lot of cute stuffies!!! Mc is really bubbly and gets excited and happy over all the little things and just like Rafayel, they are a painter too:DD!!! except Mc doesn't get attention on their art which makes them sad... But overall, just a mostly bubbly and cuddly Mc on both if its okie><!! Tyyy!!!

HCs: Childish Beloved (Zayne, Rafayel)

Pairing: Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship

A/N: Thanks for your request, sweetheart! I'm also sorry it takes me a lot of time to write requests. So much work, so little time irl.

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Zayne

You're the exact opposite of Zayne, but that's not a bad thing.

Opposites attract. It works the same way with him.

Zayne is pretty reserved and quiet, so he needs a bright person like you for the perfect balance.

Your babbly and childlike demeanor makes his heart melt with love.

Even on the coldest and gloomiest day, you are able to shine like the sun itself.

It's hard for him to show affection, so your cuddly personality completely overrides that little flaw.

Every time you hug him unexpectedly, Zayne's whole body tenses up at first and then slowly relaxes in your arms.

Just don't melt that Mr. Snowman completely.

Don't mind your babbling, unless he has some very urgent work to do. Don't be upset, it's just that sometimes Zayne has lots of important work to do and he can't make a mistake.

After hard day at work he will 100% fall asleep to the sound of your voice.

Always praising your art, even the smallest sketches.

If you do a little goofy sketch of him, he'll carry it in his wallet. Always. He just won't admit it openly.

But one day you'll find out anyway. Zayne will just chuckle at your happy reaction.

When you get excited about the little things, he just shakes his head and smiles.

He can't believe that such a sweet little being could love someone as cold as him.

He doesn't mind that you in love with every cute little thing you see. Because, well, you're cute too.

Sometimes he will unintentionally look for something you might really like.

He's literally spoiling you with plushies and sweets.

You have a special warm place in his heart.

Rafayel

Rafayel isn't bothered in the slightest by your personality or your behavior.

He is an expressive and bright person in his own way.

Just loves listening to your babbling while he's painting. You can talk about anything that comes into your head, Rafayel won't say anything against it.

You're really cuddly person? Great, he doesn't mind and actually loves this too. He's pretty affectionate himself.

But he still blushes every time you get him into your arms. Cutie.

Perhaps sometimes it is your warm embrace that was missing for him to so wanted inspiration for his latest painting.

And speaking of paintings, he's just in awe of the fact that you're an artist too.

He'll be sure to ask you to paint something together with him.

Don't be surprised if at one of his next exhibitions you'll see this painting, even with an indication of your co-authorship.

Rafayel thinks that you and your art deserve all the love and attention. And he can provide it.

He will tell everyone that his beloved is really talented.

With you he is even more playful than usual.

You're his little sunshine. He's happy when you're happy. So when you're excited over something small, he can't help but chuckle and smile.

Loves seeing you all joyful and excited, because your joy is contagious.

If you see a cute thing you like, you'll have it right away.

Even in all available colors and variations if you want so. Rafayel can afford it.

Won't stop until he gets all the toys you like out of the claw machine.

Just never ever leave him. Rafayel won't survive without you and your adorable personality.

[ivohex]

hii i have a request

i think it would be super could to see how the guys, specifically sylus or rafayel’s (your choice) coming to terms with the fact that mc has moved on. like imagine them finally finding the one they’ve searched for, then they find out that she has a whole new life and is married/engaged

if you’re not comfortable writing this then that’s ok <3

Prompt: Rafayel finally finds you again after so many years... only to find you've gotten engaged.

Genre: Angst, a tiny bit dark

Word Count: ~600

Relationship: Rafayel/reader

Tags: takes place during Raf's Addictive Pain anecdote so is slightly canon divergent, stalker Rafayel, jealousy, one mention of fantasizing about self-harm (I'M SORRY), sad and angry Raf :(

Author's Notes: nonnie please forgive me for the direction I took this fic but I just know Rafayel would NOT be normal abt this 😰😰

He's always had a knack for finding people.

But not always at the right time.

By the end of the first day, though, he can see it plainly in your eyes. He recognizes that look, because you'd once given it to him.

His world nearly falls apart when he catches a glimpse of something sparkling on your left ring finger.

If he had been quicker–if he had found you first–would it have made a difference? You're both so young, so who's to say it'll even last? But the evidence is undeniable.

You clearly intend on marrying that boy. Whoever the hell he is.

And now Rafayel doesn't know what to do. He knows what he wants to do—but he imagines you'd have a rather distasteful reaction to him storming over and tearing you over to his side, away from the wretch that always has an arm slung over your shoulders as you walk across the courtyard together to your next class.

He watches the pair of you depart in stony silence. Right now, he doesn't even have the energy to pretend to be invested in the smalltalk of his fellow professors.

He has a fleeting thought that he should fling himself into ocean and dissolve into foam right then and there. Too bad it's a bit of a drive to the coast from here. Besides, he's already started following you before he had a moment to really think about it.

A week later he runs into you in the hallway.

Really, it's more like you run into him. One moment he's stepping out of the stairwell, and the next you're colliding face-first into his chest. It takes a great deal of self-restraint on Rafayel's part not to crush you into his arms, but he manages.

"Ow!" you yelp.

"Ouch!" he says at the same, playing up his own hurt.

He takes a little too much enjoyment in how quickly you fluster.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you!"

He waits a beat. A wave of disappointment crashes over him when there's no spark of recognition in your gaze and you don't fling yourself into his arms, but he weathers it well. It's not the first time, after all.

"Your head is, like, super hard," he complains, rubbing the spot over his heart. It doesn't hurt, really. Not in a physical sense, at least.

You fluster again. "You came out of nowhere."

"I came from the stairwell," he corrects. "You were practically sprinting, so..."

You grunt, looking away. "Sorry. Again. I'm late for class."

"You're always late for this class, because you have to book it across the entire campus to get here."

A statement, not a question. He doesn't have to ask, because he's already memorized your school schedule, including the one window during your day where that little parasite isn't glued to your side because your classes don't line up.

At the look on your face, he laughs.

"Just guessing. Well, get going, little miss. Not all professors are as merciful as I am, you know."

He neatly steps to the side. You spare him a final glance, then bound up the steps two at a time.

Rafayel watches you leave in silence. But his mind is anything but quiet.

Two more weeks. He'll guest lecture here for two more weeks. And if in that time he can't ignite even a fragment of your memory, of your shared bond... he'll let you go.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

Even when he knows in that empty space where his heart used to be that he'll chase you to the ends of the earth if he has to.

[mandalhoerian]

Gosh I wish you made such big analize about Xavier and Sylus, sometimes I feel so dumb that I can't read so good behind the lines. 😭😭😭

HEY NO CMON NOW NO NEED TO DISCREDIT YOURSELF LIKE THAT!!!! First of all, this is an ongoing game and story, think of it like an incomplete ao3 fic you have theories for. There are HUUGE gaps in there that will be filled later and until then, they are left to the interpretation of the player. It's only natural, there's SO MUCH stuff and lore out there to be consumed, which are often non-linear that it makes things confusing on purpose. It's all about feeding us crumbs about what's coming, of course we get lost!!

Secondly, I made the rafayel analysis because it confused the lights out of me with the constant nagging feeling that I was missing something and that's why I didn't understand most things and wanted to get my thoughts straight. Like the ebb day theories floating out there as to why he was Like That, why he said the things he did out of nowhere and randomly like "what if i take from you will you leave me?" after the topic was JUST about sceneries and the love and art burns me talk after YET AGAIN another art talk about inspiration in pain. I had whiplash over whiplash and felt the need to dive deep into intertidal zone.

It's not like that with Sylus and Xavier (and Zayne's) cards. At least for me. All of them are fairly self-contained compared to his, I feel like. And I'm sure other people have discussed this already, much better than I can as well -- especially Sylus, but I'll put my two cents in for a general review of both their memorias!

Xavier is experiencing negative emotions such as jealousy FOR THE FIRST TIME with MC. He doesn't know how to process these feelings which are allowed to be nurtured in a safe environment when that wasn't the case before in his life. They manifest in temper bursts that stem from a life of being forced to be emotionally blank. He wasn't allowed to be a child or freedom for himself and his thoughts and feelings and wants, so he starts behaving in a childish way -- it's something he's surprised about as well. This happens when you feel safe with a person that those repressed parts begin to open up and you start being yourself more with them. It's sad when you think about it, as cute as it is coming from Xavier. MC is so understanding of him and finding him being "expressive" more as a really positive thing. She's an amazing partner -- because let's face it, if this behavior came from a man in real life, it would be so annoying. Xavier isn't like those other men though, his jealousy doesn't come from a need to control or possess, a place of distrust, projection or disregard of personal boundaries. It's cute because it's followed by healthy communication to allow Xavier to process and grow and open up more, it doesn't threaten the relationship. This is just my interpretation, aside from the context of their previous lives together (the desire to monopolize now that he finally is with her) and this being Xavier's possibly last year on earth that gives a "i've got so little time left and i don't want to waste it" stuff.

And Sylus is. Well. There's a lot in there. The theme here is "their first time", and it's not limited to sleeping together, in my opinon. Theirs is a burgeoning relationship compared to the other "established" relationships. They're new to each other. We even see domesticity from them in MC's house for the first time, though it is a result of Sylus's Onychinus life making an introduction in their relationship as something that has to be legitimately talked about eventually. MC wants to come along with him and know more but Sylus hides a lot from her to keep her safe and separate from him, and yes it's his business and MC doesn't push (the mutual respect is insane here), but it's affecting their time together. Not that MC sees this as a problem because she's always ready to throw down (AND does lock in and gets one step ahead of him).

I read this as MC's first time finally letting him in and her desires/feelings for him that she asked him to stay and kept making the moves when it had all been him before. Her feelings are growing. And you can see how much it pleases him and makes him happy, he was waiting for this -- for MC to voluntarily want him and be honest with him. That's all Sylus wants. He can see into what she wants, and sure yeah he knows, but her outwardly voicing them to him is a different story altogether. It shows she trusts him, and that's important to Sylus.

She was mostly closed off and withdrawn from him emotionally because they have this dynamic that started off hostile that turned into teasing and provoking where she sees being vulnerable with him as a weakness that would be embarrassing. It's a budding relationship, remember? No couple is all in & open with each other right from the beginning, it comes later. And Sylus is a dominant man (not domineering, that's a different word) and I think MC doesn't like being weak next to someone like him, and she perceives a power imbalance there unconsciously even though Sylus wants her to be open so bad and rely on him more and give her everything she wants and needs.

So it's HUUUUUGE that they showed Sylus intertwine their hands together when he had to FORCE IT before. MC is finally receiving him with open arms and you can see he's delighted. It's so romantic first of all, but mans is hungry, BUT HE'S ALSO SO TENDER AND LOVING !!! GOOD FOR YOU SYLUS GET IT. I love this for him and that he felt safe enough to sleep even though he's nocturnal. Or she sucked the soul right out of his dick and knocked him out cold 😭 the sex was so astronomically soul ascending i guess LMFAO

Again, I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. These are just my thoughts, and they are surface level!

[ourfirstlink]

to my sea [rafayel]

missing rafayel, you decide to write him a heartfelt letter.

in a house we built together, i find myself writing you this letter in hope it will eventually reach you in a way i haven’t thought of yet.

i know you wonder how it’s been lately and i’m willing to share every single crumb of this mundane life, however… this void i struggle to fill refrains the joy of telling you everything i was meant — almost dying — to tell you.

do you remember this habit of yours? when you always turned the littlest light on in a corner of the room just so you could have enough light to keep working on whatever art piece you were crafting? you would’ve been so endeared to notice i stole your habit after spending so much time by your side.

so much time yet not enough.

did the small amount of light helped you feel surrounded by a presence you couldn’t see but only invent, or was this simply more convenient to you? at the moment, i feel like the shadows hold a certain presence — as if what cannot be distinguished still carries an indescribable company. the emptiness i gradually became used to makes me imagine things… why do i feel like you’re by my side right now?

i opened the windows you loved looking out of in search of inspiration, sea breeze lingering on my skin, feather touches from the faint remain of the sea, its particles of salt penetrating my body. again, it reminds me of you; your attentive, loving and delicate touches i didn’t know were meant to grasp all the details you then couldn’t see nor admire. it’s the way you took all this time to memorise the precious features you adored, the ones you knew more than i ever will. i should’ve noticed this before it was too late.

i miss you.

it must’ve hurt keeping all of this to yourself, all this pain… stuck in this attractive cycle, this delectable pain you were taking most of your inspiration from. my strong beloved… i should’ve known.

your place getting more and more messy, our home becoming a theatre of your descent into the abyss — each step i carefully took after coming home was meant not to disrupt either your peace either your comforting and chaotic mess of art supplies indicating your dedication until the very end.

your vision loss, gradual yet so brutal, your poor muscle condition… you did know it was your fate, your very own punishment; still, you turned my tears into pearls, lulled me to sleep with your godly and mesmerising voice, bathed me with your divine love.

unlike you so often said, you weren’t only taking from others, from me — you gave everyone, you gave me, so much more than you could have imagined. the essence of your being still lingers everywhere in the world, a proof of your impactful existence

you’re nowhere but everywhere at the same time; so when i want to tell you how it’s been lately, the incomprehension rises from the depths of my heart. your absence, by far, is the heaviest weight i have had to carry — heavy is the weight, doesn’t it mean you’re still there?

the night breeze has intensified since i’ve started writing this letter and the atmosphere has freshened up, and i almost feel like something is pushing me into the warm embrace of what used to be our shared bed.

visit me somewhere only you can.

to my sea, my world, rafayel — i love you.

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a/n : i’m not that good at writing fics, i’ve always loved reading others’ but wording thoughts is far harder than expected. hence why i don’t really follow the codes but follow my own ideas that drive me through the entire writing process. those who will get it, will get it… oh and yes, it’s pretty sad.

[callixpene]

L&DS LIs When You Pick Another LI Over Them Part 2

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Part 1

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Note: This fic is based on my personal opinion of how the boys would react if you had chosen another LI over them.

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Xavier: You chose Sylus

"The Leader of Onichynus must be up to no good....I'm worried that he might be using you."

Xavier said as you both walked along the halls of the Association.

No matter how hard you tried reassuring him that Sylus was definitely not using you, and that he takes your relationship very seriously, Xavier would have none of it.

"I just don't trust that man. Please ......just stay away from him. If you stay in the N109 Zone, you'd be in his territory. You'd be at the palm of his hand, if he wants to use you for his schemes-"

"Sylus would NEVER do anything to hurt me" you cut him off. "He and I might have got off on the wrong foot, but that doesn't matter now." You looked at Xavier with conviction." Believe me when I say he would do anything for me, and so would I, for him."

Xavier's irises shook.

He too, would do absolutely anything for you.

Yet, you had chosen a dangerous, vile criminal, to be your lover instead, when he was right there next to you....

Still, despite his worries, and his hurt, he would accept your choice.

Although you kept stating that Sylus loves you and would never harm you, should he ever suspect that Sylus had hurt you, or made you cry, whether it be intentional or not, Xavier would march into the heart of the N109 zone and cut him down himself.

Rafayel: You chose Xavier

"So your boyfriend....what does he do exactly?"

Rafayel tried to keep his expression and posture neutral as he asked you, though he couldn't hold back the slight bitterness in his tone.

"Xavier is a Hunter too, he's the best in the entire Association!" you exclaimed proudly.

Rafayel winced. He stared at his half-eaten salmon.

He was finally able to take you dinner to this new restaurant after trying to convince you for weeks, but now you're busy gushing about another man.

"Xavier's also my main partner in missions. He's so strong and dependable, I was so lucky he offered to be-"

"You sure you're serious about this guy?" Rafayel cut you off.

Not long after Rafayel had spotted you two at the park that night, he used all his resources to look into Xavier's background.

He couldn't find out much about the guy you were dating. The only information he was able to collect was that he worked at the Hunter's Association and that he lived in the same apartment complex as you.

"I mean he seems pretty bland and boring. You could definitely do much better. There's plenty of fish in the sea. Better-looking, more fun to be around, would give you the world on a silver platter, would wait centuries for you....."

You raised a brow. "Rafayel what-"

"Like the fishie sitting right in front of you...." He gave you a sad, sincere smile. "Even if you're with someone else, he'd wait for you to come back to him, no matter how long it takes."

"Rafayel.....I'm so sorry. I can't. I don't want to get your hopes up. I love Xavier...." You rambled, trying to come up with a way to make this less painful for him-

But Rafayel reaches out to touch your cheek, his thumb traces your jaw to your bottom lip.

"If he ever upsets you, or if you ever get sick of him, come to me anytime. I'll always be here for you, and I'll show you why you should pick me over him" he said with determination.

Should you be hurt in the future, Rafayel would let you use him like a tissue, let you cry on him then let you throw him away afterwards. He would gladly even offer to comfort you with his body.

He's determined that if he keeps pushing himself back into your life, then maybe you'd choose him and love him instead.

He's waited a long time to be with you again. He was willing to do anything at this point to keep you in his life.

Zayne: You chose Rafayel

Dr. Zayne immediately tensed when you entered the office.

It was your routine check-up.

Zayne had been looking forward to seeing you all week. It was the only thing that kept him going after he found out you already had a lover.

At the very least, during these check-ups, he had you all to himself, though he wouldn't be able to act on his feelings, he told himself it would be enough to just be in your presence.

But now, you were accompanied by, Zayne recognized, the purple-haired man he witnessed kissing you passionately after you left on your last check-up.

He was crushed.

"Rafayel, this is Dr. Zayne. He's my primary care physician, and he's also my childhood friend." You said as you smiled at your boyfriend.

"Pleased...to meet you" Zayne outstretched his hand. He really didn't want to, but he had to be civil and professional.

Rafayel shook his hand with a rather tight grip and gave Zayne a stern look.

Zayne already didn't like him, and that look only made him dislike Rafayel even more.

During the entire check up, Rafayel held your hand. His fingers were tightly intertwined with yours.

As Zayne was discussing his medical findings and advice, Rafayel laid his head on your shoulder. Your hand instinctively went to pet him on the head and Rafayel shot Zayne a triumphant smirk.

Zayne could only tighten the grip he had on his clipboard as he continued to speak.

This man had taken the girl he had loved for years and now he was intentionally taunting him.

Right now, Zayne hated Rafayel with his entire being.

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"You'll be fine. As long as you continue to take your medication on time and don't overexert yourself, your condition won't affect your duties as a Hunter."

"That's good to hear, Doctor. We'll be off now." Rafayel said as he quickly got up and pulled you out of the office. You could only manage a swift "Bye Dr. Zayne!" before the doors shut behind you.

Zayne slumped back into his seat.

He prayed to whatever God was listening with a heavy heart that on your next check-up, that bastard wouldn't be with you.

He just wanted to be alone with you for a short time.

Was that too much to ask for?

Sylus: You chose Zayne

Sylus left empty-handed that night.

You had chosen to stay with that Doctor.

He left your apartment, heartbroken and livid.

Luke, Kieran and his other subordinates were terrified to speak or be anywhere near him in the weeks that followed.

Still, Sylus would not give up so easily.

With Mephisto's help, he specifically chose a day where Zayne had several surgeries lined up, so he could visit you at your home for a very long chat.

"Tell me Kitten....what does that Doctor have that I don't?" He started, calmly, with his hurt and jealousy hidden behind a confident smirk. "Surely, you can't be that interested in him? He barely has any time for you. He seems like the type who would prioritize work over you. I, on the other hand, can-"

"Sylus" You cut him off. "I love Zayne. He is everything to me. I'm really sorry." You said with finality.

The calm exterior that Sylus hid behind collapsed as he heard this confession from you.

"Tell me you hate him. Tell me that night with him meant nothing to you. Tell me you slept with him to make me jealous. Give me excuses, Kitten. Anything. Anything but that."

"Those would be lies, Sylus. I'm really sorry. " You said, apologetically. You didn't know how to make it less hurtful for him.

Sylus didn't know what to do.

You've now made it clear that you were not interested in anyone except for that damned doctor.

If he were to get rid of Zayne, you would be hurt....and you would hate him. He did not want that.

"Fine then, Kitten" Sylus said, once again hiding his hurt with a smirk. "We can definitely still have fun and play around, at my place, if you know what I mean. That Doctor doesn't have to know...."

It was a long shot, to get you to cheat on your lover with him, but he would keep pressing on, trying to seduce you. Because even if your desire was all that he could have of you, he'll gladly take it.

Better than nothing at all, Sylus taught bitterly.

[evadnesworld]

yes my love to youuuuu, rafayel x reader

c/w: my ignoring the songs meaning and just sticking to the cute parts!1!! might do a fic with th actual meaning tbh... everythings lower case, nothing is beta read, probably ooc, i havent writtn in two years

"stay with me, please- just for one second more." to say he was embarrassed was an understatement. he was quite literally begging you not to stay, he was still groggy from the deep sleep he fell into. unfortunately, his dreams were plagued by sadness, he kept on dreaming about you leaving him. he didnt want you leaving him, hed give you his soul if it meant that you'd stick by his side.

it was night, the moonlights embrace peaking softly through the curtains, bathing him in the tranquil light. tranquil was the night, but his heart contradicted it, beating quickly with fright. his body felt warm, sweat dripping down his forehead- anxiety overtaking him after he was awoken from that dreadful slumber.

however, it was thanks to the moons light that he saw you- your features seemed to glow. making you look ethereal as-you looked at him with worried eyes. you slowly brought your hand to his cheek, where he quickly nuzzled against it out of pure instinct, "don't worry raf, im here. i wont leave you." those purple eyes of his which seemed to be carefully painted by the gods, were full of worry- worry that slowly extinguished.

something seemed to snap back into place now that he realized you were there, he straightened up. "well of course you wont, this fishy is much to good to leave behind." he let out a hmph as he crossed his arms- his chin being held high and eyes closing.

you immediately deadpanned, "of course not, although this.. fishy, might be unbearable, bratty, and a lot of other things, the pros outweight the cons." you rested your head on your hand as you saw him whip his head to you.

his mouth hung open, "you say the pros outweigh the cons, but you only mentioned the cons. i cant believe this." he ploppd back on the sofa, sinking into to emphasize how 'upset' he was.

you chuckled, "mhm, well all i can say is that i wont be leaving you anytime soon, youve seen too many sides of me- you know too much." you teased as you eyed him shamelessly, he did purposefully choose the lower v cut shirt to wear.

"insulting me, staring at me shamelessly, i cannot spend another second here- who knows what you might do to me." hes so dramatic, you thought. but you enjoyed it.

you traced shapes on his cheeks as you sat next to him, and as though it were muscle memory- he melted into your hand. all his previous qualms now dissipated. his pout was evident, however. you chuckled before giving him a peck on his cheek.

although his fear of you leaving him would sometimes prevail, and the end of the day it would leave. because at the end of the day, he still had you.

he could still see your smile, your eyes, he had you.

and he would do anything to make sure it stayed like that, because you had his heart. like how a sailor effortlessly catches fish, you effortlessly caught his attention- and he wouldnt have it any other way.

dividers by @/bloodibambiidoll

a/n: could you guys tell this story started pissing me off halfway through? hes extremely ooc but yk its 10pm and i have school tomorrow so i wont redo it. 😾

[icy-bluez]

Spring Rain

Warnings: Spoilers from the last Anecdotes. Fluff, slight bits of angst to comfort. Song fic(?)

Characters: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

Synopsis: You're singing on your balcony with a guitar on a rainy day.

A/N: Just imagine you can play the guitar really well and sing like a pro. You do or don't you're amazing either way.

Song 1: Hazel Eyes by Sabrina Jordan

Song 2: All of the Stars by Hayd

Song 3: Nocturne by Blanco White

Zayne

Song 1: Hazel Eyes by Sabrina Jordan

"Blue as the wings of a heron in the night-"

Zayne was walking home on his day off from a museum. The sky was a shade of orange and gold when he walked out with an umbrella. The rain pittered and pattered against the surrounding ground, roofs and umbrellas of milling people.

"And rich as the mud after rain upon the ground--"

As he walked past your house though, he heard singing paired with melodic acoustic music. He followed the voice, slightly enamored by it.

"They're a whisky hue of brown, braided river running wild--"

You open your eyes, continuing to play.

"I fell astray, but in you, I have found"

You look away from your guitar fretboard.

"That I am ever bound--"

You lock eyes with a pair of strong but gentle hazel eyes.

"To your hazel eyes..."

You stop singing abruptly and flush bright red.

"Zayne! How long have you been standing there!?"

He smiles.

"Long enough to understand you butchered the last few chords."

You put down the guitar beside you and pout. Looking at you his heartbeat sped up. He wanted to say how ethereal he found your singing, how beautiful you looked in the afternoon rain and how much he wanted to kiss you. But instead he said-

"I did not know you played." He said.

"It's been a while. The rain just looked too pretty for me to ignore it. But it's probably time to get back to work now." You say, sighing.

"Mission?" He asks.

"Well then it's nothing too important. It is not healthy being a workaholic."

"No, I'd just like to scout a little." You say but before you can get up Zayne grabs your hand and sits down beside you. Your shoulders brushed and his thumb slid over your joined palms.

"Says who?"

"Another workaholic."

You smile.

"I want to listen. You don't mind singing again, do you?"

Xavier

Song 2: All of the Stars by Hayd

"Like when we first fell in love,

and had to let it go"

Your fingers strum individual strings, bringing life to chords as moonlight seeps into your hair and eyes. The rain brought more of a melancholic timber to the already sad song you sung.

"If all of the stars align in the sky"

You'd told Xavier before that this song reminded you of him. His obsession with stars, his bright but sad eyes that seemed to always look into your eyes looking for a certain kind of recognition.

"Then, I would be yours and you would be mine-"

Now as he walked in the rain, getting drenched, he could not care less about the cold sensation on his body as he listened to your voice. Unbidden, he feels his throat close up. The lyrics feel too close to home.

"But not in this life, it's not the right time"

Its almost as if you had brought forth the bittersweet memories he always kept locked away and given them a special kind of life with the acoustic notes, the voice.

"It's not you and I."

Suddenly all the lights around you dim. You open your eyes still in a daze.

"If all of the pieces fell into place"

Shooting stars, a myriad of them streak across the sky, reflected in your eyes and reflected in another pair or blue eyes at a distance.

"We'd make it all work through time and through space"

You stop singing, your hands going limp on the guitar.

"Xavier?"

He walks up to you, his sad, gentle eyes seeming sadder than before.

"Why are you so sad?" he asks, not meeting your gaze.

"What are you talking about? Its just a song."

"Its still super sad."

When he walks closer you notice he is drenched from the rain.

"Oh no! How long were you standing outside? You'll get sick."

Xavier doesn't respond and just envelops you in his arms. You feel your clothes getting wet.

"Xavier are you alright?"

Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, he responds-

"I'm alright now."

Rafayel

Song 3: Nocturne by Blanco White

"That moon has a name-"

The ocean waves lapped at your feet. The dawn lit sky assorted colours of blue, gold and grey together. You thought about how much Rafayel would love the colours, naming them, describing them and talking your ear off.

"In the fires of a silver corpse-"

You think about the stories he's told you as you sing. About a kingdom long forgotten, about oceans and the seas, about how he belongs with them.

"And on the ice I'm afraid"

The haunting melodies of your voice and minor chords on your guitar blend into something morbidly beautiful. You hear footsteps as you sing but you don't care enough to look behind.

"Of the drop through a darkened sea"

"Of the drop through a darkened sea"

"Below beyond the world"

You hear a voice, a voice of someone familiar, singing the same exact song you were. You did not stop, you played louder. The sounds played in rapid successions, in contrasts, in similarities as your voices melded together. His voice was as beautiful as blood droplets in the moonlight.

A siren-esque beauty in it.

"Below, beyond the world"

The beautiful man sat down beside you in the sand, the sky seemed to blossom, the sun lit his strawberry hair on fire, his lavender-blue eyes looked red and violet.

"How deep does the water go?"

"How deep does the water go?"

"You're really good at this, I didn't know that." Rafayel says, looking into your eyes with the multitude of colours in his.

"So are you. You're a man of many talents it seems." You smile at him, slightly concerned as he seemed to miss the usual playfulness in his voice.

"This situation helped inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks."

"Don't tell me you're gonna run inside your studio and start painting."

"Nah, I've got too good company to just abandon."

"Oh yeah?" You raise an eyebrow.

"This song brings back some unwanted memories..." he whispers, trailing off.

"Rafayel?"

He smiles, seemingly back to his usual self. He rests his head on your shoulder and taps the body of your guitar.

"Indulge me a little longer."

[elegyofthemoon]

im posting this before i forget and also sorta leave for the night cuz i gotta sleep a little early

• Posted stuff today ☺️

• I decided to do a bit of the writing tag game on my other account and it is WILD to see just how much i wrote the past few months??? im kinda proud tbh. I may be a little discouraged from posting these days but it's honestly really nice to see myself posting as much as I do - and esp to see how much ive written during all this time. this is aside from all the logs i do bc thatd just add further to my word count, but hdhfjdjd really despite the horrors, i'll always have writing. or well, writing's just been such a huge part of my life that if i cannot write then I'm not myself anymore. njdjrjd and my friend nick has mentioned this too that i dont seem like myself if i dont have a wip and all that jfjdndd

• i hate to say the rafayel birthday event made me embarrassingly happy but it really did 🙈

• speedwriting a fic. much shorter than something i wrote earlier but like !! idk i havent felt that surge of inspiration that was fun lmao wish that happened more often

• getting another message from a job i applied to that might be interested in hiring me. the positive is this ones a little more interesting than the one i did a recent interview with but same general position. still very 👀

• my friend finished london holiday and might start second key real soon and im so fucking sorry to him about the person i'l turn into when he starts liveblogging at me about it BUT ALSO im actually really happy and excited about it .3.

• OH FOUND OUT THAT MY SISTER WILL BE HOME EVEN FOR THE LITTLE BIT WHEN I GET BACK!! i thought i'd miss n entirely when she's back which made me sad but she'll be there for at least a day when she's back so !! i will beat my jet lag to hang out with her if i have to >:(

• n sending me something that reminded them of me was really sweet 🥹 it made me very happy tbh jfnfnddjj i was kinda shocked

•also saw new artist drawing characters from anti entropy that genuinely made me very happy 🥹🥹

• ngl thinking about tomorrow after the exam has me excited. i still have one more exam to go, but for once, i feel excited by the idea of saying goodbye. i dont really care anymore how i do for either exams, but it's one more step out of this life and one more step into the new one. i think thats exciting and im excited for it. i wish i could say the same about doing the practical exam but that one i just know ill go home dreading so ✌🏼 but tomorrow! lets have fun after the exam and visit the bakery ive been wanting to go to and finally get that silly plush ive been eyeing 🤧 let's give this life a nice farewell and send off before i go

[morningstarfirstsin]

Shooting Stars (3/20)

(A/N: Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter! I've been having quite the difficulty of publishing my chapters since I've became way too critic of how I write. I promise that in my native language I'm not that stupid ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ⍜இﾟ )ﾟ｡

I pretend to also make a special chapter for Caleb because I truly do love him very much! <- I said it before even imagining that this man was coming to us XD He'll definitely appear in this fic. I love my dark romance baby <3)

Pairing: Sylus | Zayne | Xavier | Rafayel | Caleb x female!reader

Read it on AO3

The doctor approached you, touching your cheeks affectionately, his eyes looked longing. Scared by what that possibility meant, you took two steps back, turning to run, but before that could happen, you heard a snap of fingers and Sylus' deep voice.

“Kitten, I'm afraid that this time, you won't be able to escape. No more illusions.”

∴━━━.✰.━━━∴

“Loving you is like participating in a game whose outcome is already known. It's playing a game where I'm always going to lose, no matter how many times I try to play.” - Those words hurt more than any physical pain you had ever endured in all of your own lives. 

You parted your lips, your breath turning into smoke due to how cold it was around you. Little by little, your eyes managed to open, a layer of ice seemed to have glued the eyelids together. 

Moving was painful, your arms were impaled by several ice spikes, your palms were equally pierced. There were so many ice spikes throughout your whole body that you felt as if you were a vile creature that had met its fate after attacking a village and killing its inhabitants for pleasure.

Your eyes slowly closed again, your body tired from the abuse it was suffering, no matter how still it remained. Again, you floated through the void, until your consciousness seemed to return and, this time, opening your eyes was no longer so painful.

Your chest rose and fell calmly, like the steady noise of a machine. Regaining consciousness you started to ask yourself, where were you? 

“Ah, I think she woke up… Can you hear me? Can you see me?” - A familiar voice called you, your eyes roamed the end of the sterile white room, stopping where the familiar sound came from. 

Xavier. There he was, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, touching your face like you were made of glass. Shortly after feeling the prince's hand through your hair, you felt other hands. Someone was lightly holding your right hand, another one was playing with your hair and the last person was kissing the top of your head.

Your lips felt dry and cracked, there was a genuine tiredness in your eyes, all you wanted to do was go back to sleep, but you needed answers. Why were you in a hospital? Who were those people? 

Your gaze slowly searched for the owners of those gentle touches. Sylus was stroking and kissing the top of your head, Zayne was the one playing with your locks and Rafayel was sitting next to the bed, holding your hand and kissing the knuckles. 

“What… are you guys doing… here?” - Your voice was hoarse and your throat felt bruised, scratchy. It was as if you had done a great job of trying to destroy your vocal chords. 

“Don’t you remember what happened?” - Xavier asked again.

You closed your eyes again, eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember the latest events so far. Few things made sense in your mind, there were many stray memories confused and stored away, Lemuria, a promise while you heard sad music in the background, someone asking to be forgotten, a spaceship leaving and a flowery field.

“I... I can't remember anything about this life, I'm sorry” - That's what you managed to say, a tired sigh leaving your lips. 

“Well… I think it would be better to explain, at least, what we saw…” - Xavier said, looking around as if seeking approval from others and when everyone nodded, he opened a slight smile and continued.  - “We had a Unicorn's holiday party and you work there. Your name is Zero… Well, at least, this is how we know you and you wore a mask…”

“One that works in a somewhat intriguing way. A mask with enough technology to change the color and size of your hair.” - Sylus concluded for Xavier, showing the mask in his hand. - “And it also looks like it was made just for you.” 

“mmhmm…” - Closing your eyes, you smiled. - “I had a friend who helped me make the final adjustments. And the mask was used for nothing aside from covering my face.”

“Well, there are some more features in it, apparently. But beyond that, you were also using a male identity in the company. The ‘Zero’ story, as it seems. I believe that when leaving the party you came across some people who were after you-”

Before Xavier could finish his sentence, you sat up quickly, your eyes opening as if everything made sense. Yes, you remembered exactly what had happened at that moment, the memories were coming back quickly. 

A quiet life, few friendships, you met your MC as a child, as you did Zayne -and how cute he was as a child! Something that the game could never describe with just words - and Caleb.

For a long time the four of you were together, but with Zayne moving away, the life you started to lead became more private. You and Caleb worked on the mask for many years, which even ended sparking a romance. Idiot. You were so stupid... How could you fall in love with a character who died in the first chapters of a story? 

Despite not wanting to remember, the fragments of memory came in full force, causing you to recall it all whether you wanted it or not. Shattered parts where you begged Caleb not to visit his grandmother, cried desperately until when he promised he wouldn't go, only then were you able to calm down. That night, you slept soundly in his arms and woke up to a note informing you that he had been called to resolve a quick issue at work and would be back as soon as possible. Liar.

The explosion at your MC's house, the news and everything that unfolded from there solidified your heart, imprisoning it inside a barrier of ice. If Caleb had known how much you cried for months, maybe he would have sympathized and stayed home, safe and with you. But the truth is that that story wasn't yours to be happy, was it?

What you needed to do was act like an agent, solving problems and fixing the past and the future, so you could go home. It didn't matter about anyone else's happiness other than your MC and the other boys, the rules of that game were clear.

That particular night, you had gone to a Unicorn’s party, your heart heavy, thinking about how much you wished you were there with Caleb. Your head started to hurt after a few hours of standing around, just watching people. That’s when you decided to go home. 

A few months ago you had spread across some networks that instead of a heart, you had an aether core. This story was just to throw people out of your MC’s life and deal with the problem directly. It seemed like it ended up working, because that night, when you were already exhausted and walking home, basically dizzy and suspecting that something had been put in your drink. That’s when you were attacked. 

“I remember.” - You raised the hand that Rafayel was holding before. - “I remembered everything.” 

“Well, I have thousands of questions for you. Since when is working as a unicorn hunter under the name Zero the same thing as working at a cat cafe?” - Zayne asked, now holding a tablet while writing some information on the screen and turning off the device. You had lied to all your friends, but it was for a good cause. 

“I work there too. Part time. On weekends. It wasn’t a complete lie.” - You sighed, adjusting yourself in bed again. - “You didn’t understand. I don't even know, actually, why all of you are here. There is a path you need to follow and it is not with me nearby.”

“Kitten, we already talked about this... But I think you didn't quite understand what Rafayel said since... well... There's something missing inside that head of his.” - Sylus rolled his eyes and laughed through his nose when he heard the Lemurian say 'hey!' in the background. - “But what he meant is that we are tired of seeing you dying all this time and sacrificing all your happiness to give us the opportunity to live.”

“Basically, yes. Besides, I think you should have realized that by now but your happiness is our priority.” - Rafayel shrugged, a relaxed smile on his lips. 

“What do you mean by that? We don’t even know each other.” - You spoke, a bit scared, sitting less comfortably on the bed, your frantic eyes searching for a way out. 

“No, please. Enough. Don't run away. Let me take care of you first.” - It was the last thing you heard come out of Zayne's mouth as he approached and touched his forehead against yours. 

Your heart was racing, history had to be changed, but never like this. You couldn't stop thinking, was there a way out of this game, now?

© morningstarfirstsin original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[kykyonthemoon]

Bittersweet

A girl. Two moons. Revolving.

── .✦ Xavier x MC (Reader) x Rafayel

── .✦ Tags: high school AU, love triangle, open ending with a bit sadness, light angst, female reader, no y/n, inspired by music

── .✦ Word count: 1k4

── .✦ Ky Ky's notes: This fic was inspired by the song Bittersweet (WONWOO X MINGYU ft. Lee Hi).

Requested anonymously.

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic - closed for the time being.

"I'm leaving."

The girl's voice echoed in the wind on the vacant hill. The sky above was filled with innumerable stars. Raising her hands high, she was trying to hold them back for herself. This sky. This place. This friendship.

The two boys stood close to her yet a step apart, exchanged short glances before returning their focus to her.

"I've decided to study abroad."

That was all. She called them both to their regular meeting place, and the three of them raced up the hill. That place held the memories of all three.

Back in high school, they used to sprint up the hill after school to watch the sunset. She alone, and two moons. Ones who chased and one who ran. It had been more than three years since.

"Xavier. Here you go.

The girl handed out a bottle of filtered water to Xavier. He accepted it, his other hand carrying a clean towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"Thank you."

She grinned. At that time, a group of other female students walked by, covertly looking at Xavier and then giggling at each other.

"Look how famous our class president is." She said with a bit of teasing. "You excel at studies and know how to play sports. How many love letters have you received since the start of the year?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xavier responded. He stared at the girl in front of him, who was smiling and teasing him. She was as bright as if all the warm sunshine in the world was gathered in her smile.

They were classmates. She sat at the desk in front of Xavier. He had always been watching her from behind, in secret.

"Xavier, help me with this homework!"

"Can Xavier help me with my class duty today?"

"Wait for me to come home with you!"

She was usually loud, bouncing around in front of his eyes. When did Xavier realize he liked her that much? Perhaps it was late that afternoon, after the school day had ended, yet she was still sitting in her seat.

Xavier just took a long nap. He had dreams about a certain world, when he could practice swordsmanship with her in the blue flower fields, and even travel among the stars. When he awoke, the whole class had departed, leaving her the sole one reading a book. Her little physique obscured the sunset light from the window for him.

"Is it already that late?"

Xavier rubbed his eyes. She turned and grinned. "Yes. Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

"Sorry… "Why didn't you go home first?"

She tilted her head. The aroma of flowers and grass filled the classroom as the breeze swept in.

"If I go back first, you would most likely wake up feeling lonely, as if the entire world has abandoned you. Isn't that true?"

Her cheeks faintly blushed the color of sunset. Xavier could only gaze at her in silence for a long time. If possible, was he allowed to touch her?

"I don't want Xavier to feel abandoned." She rose up and put the book in her bag. "Come home with me."

Their houses were in the same direction. After becoming friends, the two frequently headed home together. There was also a snack shop on the road that she adored. She always lingered there for a bit before going home, arms full of sweets like a toddler.

"For you." She poured chocolate wrapped in yellow paper into Xavier's palms. They resembled moons, stars, and even spherical planets.

"If you like, I'll try making chocolate for you." He replied, but the girl erupted into laughter.

"I appreciate your kindness, but you should stay away from all the kitchens. Last time I came to your house, we almost burned it down.”

Xavier rubbed his head. She grasped his arm and enthusiastically remarked: 

"It's okay! Next time,  I will make cakes and bring them to you!” 

A small amount of warmth remained on Xavier's arm, making him feel fluttery inside. The road stretched straight and long. He prayed it would never stop so he could always be with her.

Rafayel transferred from another school in the second semester of that year and became a classmate seated next to her. Because he was a newcomer, he greatly appreciated her friendliness and enthusiasm. She toured him around the school and the surrounding area, where she frequently socialized with friends. With her companionship, he no longer felt scared or lonely in his fresh surroundings.

Rafayel and she joined the art club together. Her artwork was not exceptional, so she frequently sought him for help. Weekend painting sessions made Rafayel the happiest since he could witness her confusion, her attentiveness, and sometimes, her wrath while drawing. He simply smirked at moments like that. When she found out, she became enraged and "accidentally" used her brush to create a line on his cheek.

"Hey, my face is not your canvas!"

"Rafayel, please concentrate on sketching. Don't speak and disturb the entire group!" She leaned over and whispered to him. Rafayel grimaced and wiped the paint from his cheek, but it simply smeared further. She laughed.

"Let me clean it for you."

She took out a tissue and dabbed it on his face. His deep pink and blue-ish eyes seemed to be drawn to her.

Despite the fact that he only recently moved here, Rafayel immediately became well-known at school for his drawing and singing abilities. But in his eyes, there was only one girl he wished to be with.

After the art group activities, it began to rain. Rafayel spotted her standing alone on the porch, gazing up at the overcast sky. Her palm extended out to collect the new drops of water that fell from above. He approached her and asked:

“Didn't you bring an umbrella?” 

She shook her head. 

“Me neither.” Rafayel replied, his hand reaching into his bag, pushing the umbrella deep to the bottom. 

“Then we have to stand here a little longer.” She shrugged. And he smiled. Standing next to her, no matter how long it took, he would not mind.

A moment later, the rain ceased. The sun began to rise again. She turned to Rafayel and said:

"We can go home now."

"It's still raining lightly." Rafayel extended one hand out over the porch.

"Nah, it's okay." She responded. Then she dashed out, grabbed Rafayel's hand, and pulled him away. "This light rain won't make you sick!"

Her laughs were crisp, mixed with the sound of the raindrops. Warm sunshine pierced the transparent curtain of water. Rafayel called out: 

"Wait for me!"

At that moment, when the two linked hands and played together in the rain before rushing towards the rainbow, perhaps Rafayel had captured the most beautiful thing this world had to offer.

Two moons revolved around her world.

Because of her, Xavier and Rafayel became friends. They regularly strolled together after school to the nearby hill. The place witnessed many moments of happiness between the three, watched their friendship bloom, and nourished the two boys' quiet affection for her. There were times when either Xavier or Rafayel wanted to confess their feelings to her but could not dare. The relationship between them was so beautiful that it could not be exchanged for anything else.

Both Xavier and Rafayel understood how much the other adored her. This made their situation much more complicated. Aside from being each other's rivals, they both treasured their friendship. As a result, each of them was waiting for someone to speak first, so that the story between the three would have a clear ending. Nobody expected that the person who put an end to it would be her.

After she left the hill, the two guys remained standing next to each other. For a very long time. The girl they loved was leaving, and when she returned, nothing would be the same again. 

Rafayel turned to face Xavier and gently nudged his arm. 

“Let's go home.”

"Yeah. Let's." Xavier responded. They had long ago resolved in their hearts that their affections for her should remain concealed forever. That was the best for all three of them.

Xavier and Rafayel strolled merrily down the hill, grasping one other's shoulders. The wind blew. Sunset slipped away. Each of them had their own concerns, which they could only be able to convey in the future.

-The end-