The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Drake x Luke x Collin

I'm getting really attached to these ships... Don't judge me! I love them!
Like much of my stories, this does have sensitive material (I.e "minor" suicidal intentions), so if you're sensitive to that, I suggest reading with caution, but if you're a regular reader, you know what to expect.
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Luke's point of view-

There was something about him that I could not get myself to leave behind. This burning feeling in my chest that felt so familiar, but I had long forgotten how to identify such a sensation. I felt as if it were almost at the tip of my tongue, yet I could not grasp it. Whatever the feeling was, I loathed it. I loathed that it felt so familiar, that it was so confusing to me.
After the events at the river, I had failed in my mission to assassinate Grayson the dragon egg thief, a former ally of mine. In the process of trying to accomplish this ultimately failed goal, I was defeated by his magi friend. An Enderman hybrid. After my defeat, I was struck with such shame that I refused to return to the empire, not until I exacted my revenge and finished the goal I was brought up do. Retrieve the dragon egg and kill Grayson. It should have been easy...
When I was under his spell, lifted into the air as if gravity no longer existed, there was a few seconds when I stared at that hybrid that had lead to my missions compromise. In those few seconds, it was like the world around me had froze. I could not breathe, nor blink, yet my thoughts ran wildly. My eyes teared up. What I saw in him was the face of someone I had lost long ago. The one that I loved.

  Collin...

It was such a shock that after I was flung into the forest, I just laid there in the grass for hours, only snapping back into awareness by late nightfall. I had to have just been seeing things. Collin is dead...he vanished at the arctic base, he's gone! Besides, that man was a hybrid and Collin was fully human, but then again Collin always did have a fascination with Enderman and magic... Could he have..? Collin would never do that...would he? Why could he not seem to remember me, if that hybrid really is my past love interest?
I watched over the both of them as they slept after that event, although I passed out and the morning after, Grayson seemed panicked about his friend. Something important must have happened while I was out, since he kept mumbling if he should tell him about what happened that night. As I listened through the surprisingly thin walls, I could not help to feel curious about what he meant but I blew it off rather quickly. Though I was quick to catch on that the hybrid was ill due to the poison, and was now in a comatose state.
Grayson had left to get supplies and potions to help his friend, and each time I had an opportunity to end him. Yet each time, I was hesitant. Every time I pulled back the bowstring, I starting shaking and before I knew it, he was out of my line of sight. My mind was so fogged up by that hybrid that I could not focus on anything other than him.
Once Grayson was gone, I felted compelled to see his friend again, so I snuck into the house and found him. He looked so sick, pale and sweating, yet my mind kept drawing me back to Collin. The shade of his brunette hair, that gentle facial compilation, the mirrored jawline, and slender body. Even his clothes reminded me of the man I had fallen for long ago. As I stood over him, I found myself crying while the memories of my old lover kept running through my brain.
I had done this to him...he was ill and practically dying because of me...
I could have killed him, but I could not bring myself to do it. I could have kidnapped him if I wanted, but I had nowhere to go. I could not go back to the empire unless Grayson was dead or I got the dragon egg, but suddenly I realized that this hybrid, whoever he was, cared about Grayson. I could not break his heart. Instead of killing them, I watched over them as much as I could. I did not go home...stupidly, I subconsciously declared that I no longer had a home. My only thoughts were on finding out the secret that hybrid had and his connection to my formal coworkers.
I was so thankful the day I learned that he has survived the poison. I followed them once more, watching as they went into that inn and met that elf, all the way to when Grayson's home was destroyed by mercenaries. After that, I lost track of them and once again I was consumed by a dreadful apathy.
For about two and a half months after I had lost him, I wandered the badlands and much of the area around it, then I went up to the east. Out of the blue, there he was. He stood tall, towering with his long legs. His rather long black and brunette hair cascading down his neck, his blue clothes bloodied and tattered. His eyes were beautiful, mismatched with unique, odd colors. Every time he spoke, I almost melted from his deep tone like precious silk. He sounded just like Collin... though with a voice a bit deeper than what I remembered.
He was all alone. What happened to Grayson and that elf? I hated the way I thought about him. I hated that I was so allured by him and felt a connection that I shouldn't have felt, yet I watched over him and was quick to find out that he was going through some emotional distress.
One day while I was keeping watch on him, still trying to gain the courage to properly introduce myself (hesitant after I had tried to kill him and Grayson), he looked out of it, staring blankly into space and suddenly dropping whatever he was doing. He eyes had lost their bright contrast. A feeling tugged at my chest once more. Why was he so sad? Was it because he was separated with his friends... Were they killed?
A few days into my watch, he must have finally broken down.
I remained hidden in the trees, keeping a far distance since I knew that magi were capable of sensing one's life force. I could hear the ocean crashing against the base of the mountain he began to ascend, my chest tightening up with pressure. It was not the usual pressure I felt while around him, but instead an intense uneasiness. I just knew that something was dearly wrong, considering the hybrid's recent emotional issues. I followed him all the way up the tall mountain that abruptly ended, a massive overhang dangling over the ocean below. I remembered over my time while spying over him that he hated both heights and the water, so this was most peculiar. I was uneasy and...scared. What was he doing?
He stood at the edge of the cliff, his body swaying slightly back and forth, his movements hesitate. Was he...planning to jump? My eyes grew as I was struck with a sense of panic, my heart racing. I was close to jumping down there and stopping him until he finally back away. I let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he broke down crying, weeping into his hands. His pale human side grew red and was covered in steaming tears in little to no time. What had happened to him when I was not able to watch him that drove him to such an emotionally impaired state?
I looked away and placed my back against a tree, staring down at the ground. It tried to ignore him as the sound of his weeping sorrow blared out, telling myself to stop caring. No matter the similarities, it's all coincidence! He's not Collin! This man is my enemy and I should be happy for his death! But I wasn't. I despised the sickening thought. Listening to his distress filled me with my own turmoil as it unraveled pain and memories I had all but forgotten and had tried to lock away.
Back at the arctic, I once found Collin in his room crying after I got up to get a late night snack. I just stood out there and listened for awhile, wondering what was wrong. When I confronted him about it, all he said to me were words that chilled my blood.