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I was supposed to take today to get back to writing.
… I brought another kitten home instead 😅
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I finally finished grooming school.
I’m on vacation until the 24th.
Very much looking forward to getting back into writing.
(I’m camping with my family rn and this is SO gonna inspire a mini series lol)
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So I just watched the new update livestream for Love and Deepspace.
Ya’ll-
I’m so broke in that game LOL
I took a break from the game itself, and now I’m gonna be scrambling for diamonds (I pulled for Xavier’s fever memory and Rafayel’s new myth - which I still haven’t sat down to play)
Also I have a feeling they’re gonna dump the 6th LI after everyone splurges on this new 5 way banner LOL
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Apologies for being MIA. I took an unexpected hiatus and realized I never communicated that.
I just needed a little break from Tumblr and Love and Deepspace, as my brain was just focusing on other things (cough cough my book boyfriends)
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I know I’ve been MIA for a little bit but my book boyfriends have me in a chokehold again…
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Chapter 14 of Intertwined has been in my head since day one ya’ll
I can’t wait for the day I can finally write it out
every writer has That One Scene that lives in their head rent-free but they can’t write it yet because “the vibes aren’t ripe”
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… I was gonna take Monday to write something for Caleb so that I don’t burn out on Sylus but NOW THAT THERE’S NEW MAIN STORY COMING-
#love and deepspace#l&ds#lads#lnds#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#lnds sylus#lnds caleb#lads caleb#l&ds caleb
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𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢
World Underneath
A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (For Intertwined)
Warnings -> None necessary
<- Epilogue - Act One
An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.
Currently Playing: Wavering Heart by Love and Deepspace
(Listen in the background to enhance your reading experience)
Winter, 2039
"Dad, I need help."
Russell leaves the cart full of books he's stocking, attention redirected to the teenager sitting at the counter, surrounded by textbooks and worksheets. "What are you working on, sprout?"
"Dad!" She rolls her eyes, dark like her mother's. "I'm too old for that name now. Can't you call me something else?"
"Something else, huh?" He rubs his chin in thought. "How about Char-bear?"
Her nose scrunches. "That's even worse!"
The brass bell above the bookshop's door dings. Russell twists to greet his customer, but instead of the usual folk who frequent Tomes, he finds himself looking at a girl no older than fifteen. She's somewhat dressed for the weather, her hat and gloves in good condition, but her coat has seen better days. It looks a little small for her, too.
He's seen her before. Never in his store, but passing by the barred windows. She'd stare at the books longingly through the glass, but never came in to buy one. Or attempt a theft. He's never seen her alone either, but the boys she's usually with don't seem to be around today.
Standing up straight, Russell walks over to greet her. "Welcome to Tomes. Is there something in particular you're looking for?"
His business was thriving before the collapse of the city. He used to carry a wide variety of books, ranging in genres and languages and publication times. The chaotic birth of the N109 Zone has forced him to abandon most of his stock for books that are considered valuable to this new brand of civilians.
This girl doesn't strike him as the type to be into such topics. Despite the horrors that take place daily on the streets, an innocent light still shines in her wary eyes. Her thin shoulders are hunched, both hands wrapped tightly around the strap of the cross-body purse hanging from her shoulder.
"Yeah." She's so soft-spoken, Russell can hardly hear her. "I'm looking for a job. Can I work here?"
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"Russell, no." Edith is stern as she paces back and forth in the kitchen above the bookstore. "We can barely afford to take care of ourselves. We don't need help running the store. Paying an employee we don't need is only going to put us on an even tighter budget."
His wife's concerns are valid. Trying to live by morals gets you no where in the N109 Zone. The only reason Tomes hasn't caved in is because Russell spent a great deal of time making connections during the years of the gang wars. He has enough clientele to keep from going down the dark road many of his neighbors have, but by no means is his family wealthy.
"She seems like a good kid, Eddie. A kid who's trying to survive like the rest of us." Russell says calmly.
"And what about our kid?" Edith turns towards him fully. "Have you considered what Charlotte will go without if you give the money we use to take care of her to someone else?"
Russell says nothing, because he hasn't considered that.
A floorboard squeaks, and the couple turns towards the sound. Their daughter lingers at the top of the stairs, one hand on the banister while she chews on her lip.
"I go to school with her. She's very nice. Follows the rules, too." She says. "I don't know too much about her, just that she patches up her older brothers whenever they get into fights. There's rumors that she's raising her little brothers, too."
Edith's heart pangs. "How old are her younger brothers?"
Charlotte shrugs one shoulder. "In middle school, I think."
Russell turns to his wife. "I can't do it, Eddie. I can't turn her away."
Edith's eyes soften, and it looks as though she's about to give in. But a glance at their own child has her expression going stern once more. "Then I will."
The brass bell downstairs rings. Russell's spine straightens as he rushes downstairs, his wife and daughter hot on his heels. The girl is gone.
Russell walks behinds the counter and looks at the camera footage. To his relief, and utter surprise, the girl hasn't taken anything. The quality is clear, much so that he can see the devastated expression on her face as she looks towards the stairs. It seems she overheard them and fled before she had the chance to be rejected.
Russell sighs. His gut was right about her being a good kid.

Christmas is three weeks away.
Before, when the N109 Zone was a bustling technology hub, Tomes would see customers coming in and out from morning to evening. That hasn't been the case since 2034. It's almost four, and not a single person has come to make a purchase.
Russell sighs and rises from the stool placed behind the counter. He's caught up on everything he had to on the management side of the business, placed a new order for stock and paid off the protection fees. He's been on good terms with the small gang that rules this street, and as long as he pays on time, they leave him and his family alone.
Just when he considers closing up shop early for the day, the brass bell rings.
A group of four boys enter. The older two appear to be in their late teens, the younger two about middle school age. The younger two have hats and gloves to combat the cold weather, but the older two do not. Something about them seems familiar, but he can't place it.
"Welcome." Russell greets, a bit wary. "Looking for something in particular?"
One of the older boys, the one who isn't scowling, replies politely. "We're looking for a Christmas gift for our sister. She loves reading."
"Ah, then you've come to the right place. What kinds of books does she like?"
One of the younger boys breaks into a grin. "Magic stories!"
"Stories with dragons." The other young boy adds, a bit more on the quiet side.
"Love stories." The scowling older boy includes.
Russell swallows his sigh. He stopped carrying books like that a long time ago.
The more polite of the older boys crosses his arms. "We go with her to the library twice a week, but she never brings any home because of the rental fees. We thought getting her a book she can own and actually finish would make her year."
The other older boy looks around with narrowed eyes. "Doesn't look like you have anything like that here, though."
"Not currently, no." Russell admits. The younger boys' faces fall, and Russell spits out an offer before he can think it through. "But, I can order something. It should arrive before Christmas."
The more polite boy hesitates. "How much?"
It strikes him then, where he's seen this group of boys before. That girl who often passes by and gazes through the window, these are the boys she was always with.
"Tell you what." Russell says, crossing his arms. "This place could use a good tidy up. Come back the same time tomorrow to help, and we'll consider the order paid."
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The next day, the boys arrive a half hour early. Russell puts them right to work, the older two dusting off shelves while the younger two help him sort out the books that arrived in the latest shipment.
"Where is your sister now?" Russell can't help but ask as he lifts the organized piles onto the trolly.
"Looking for work." The less shy of the younger boys says. "We need more money."
"Where are your parents?"
The shy one shrugs. "We don't know."
It isn't an uncommon story. Majority of the kids in the N109 Zone are either orphans or in bad situations, and most of those kids have followed the lawless path to survive. Kids like these, who look for honest work to afford that they can, are rare.
'So, those rumors are true.' Russell thinks. 'She and the older boys are raising these two.'
"It sounds like you have a good sister." He says with a smile, trying to ease the now somber mood.
They both nod, smiles beaming. "She's the best!"
The older boys appear then, their sleeves rolled up and a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. Russell glances at the shelves, and is left impressed at how good of a job they've done. They even scrubbed the very tops of the shelves.
"Well done, boys. I'll put in that order for you tonight. Have you decided on which one you want to get her?"
The boys leave him a note with the title and author and are sent on their way. True to his word, Russell goes to his computer and places the order. It will arrive by next week.

Christmas is one week away.
Frost clings to the windows, snowflakes falling from the ever dark sky and melting the second they hit the ground. Tomes is the only building decorated for the holiday, a worn wreath mounted to the door, the glow of a miniature Christmas tree placed on the corner of the counter. Russell tosses and catches his keys as he closes the register, then turns towards the door to lock up for the night.
She’s there again, staring at the rows of book-lined shelves, purse clutched tightly to her body. She’s without her entourage again.
The brass bell is silent as Russell opens the door. The cold bites into his skin as he pokes his head out, a flurry of snowflakes attempting to get in but dying in the warmth of the shop. The girl startles, tenses and stares with wide eyes.
Russell smiles. “It’s cold this evening, huh? Would you like to come in and warm up for a bit?”
He waits while she thinks. Her nod is subtle, her steps slow and hesitant as she follows him inside. She lingers by the corner of the counter, close to the door to make an escape but far enough away to not be ambushed by anything bad that might try to come in.
Russell considers asking if she would like something to drink, but keeps the question to himself. She’s cautious, and no smart person would accept a drink from a stranger.
“We didn’t get the chance to finish our conversation last time.” He says instead. “Are you still looking for work?”
“I-”
Footsteps make their way down the stairs. His wife appears, poised to say something but falls silent at the sight of the girl.
“Hello, dear.” She greets her warmly, the way she would greet any customer. “Doing some last minute shopping this evening?”
The girl bites down on her lip.
Fearing she would flee again, Russell clears his throat. “Edith, honey, this is Charlotte’s school friend. She came inquiring about a job a few weeks ago, remember?”
“Ah, yes. I remember.” Edith walks to stand by her husband and gives the girl a gentle smile. “Have you managed to find something yet, hon?”
The girl shakes her head. “A lot of the things I’ve found are scary… and dangerous.”
The couple exchanges a glance. She came to Tomes because it felt like a safe place in this ever dark city full of monsters, both real and in human form.
Russell’s eyes are pleading as he looks at his wife. “Eddie-”
But he doesn’t have to. Her quiet sigh fills the quiet bookstore.
Edith smiles at the girl again. “You know, we were hoping to expand our selection this upcoming year. More stock means more things to manage. My husband and I could use another pair of hands around here.”
The girl’s eyes brighten, but dim again just as quickly. “But, I thought-”
“Great! You’re hired.” Russell cuts her off with a quiet clap of his hands. “Welcome aboard, kid.”
Late Summer, 2044
The brass bell above the door rings.
Russell hears it, but doesn’t exit the back room to greet the customer.
“Good afternoon! Can I help you find anything?” His one and only employee’s voice rings through the store like a song.
She’s been welcoming and helping customers for the better part of the day, each greeting just as cheerful as the last. No matter how many hours she spends behind the counter or between the shelves, her energy never dies.
Russell finishes the task at hand before returning to the central room of the store just as the customer is leaving. Now that his employee is unoccupied, he walks over to the counter and placed the wrapped gift in front of her.
"What's this?" She asks, eyeing the dark red wrapping paper.
"A present." Russell says with a smile. "Your birthday is this weekend, isn't it? Take the day off."
"But-"
He chuckles and shakes his head. They go through this song and dance every year. "I haven't changed my mind for the last five years, and I won't be changing it now. Eddie and I can manage this place just fine for a day."
She gives up. Smiling softly, she carefully unwraps the gift. Russell isn't expecting her to be surprised; every birthday and holiday, he gives her the thing that brings her the most joy. It's a romance novel, straight from the second shelf of the fiction section he added about a year after she was hired.
"Thank you." The young woman says, affectionately tracing the book's title with her fingers. The light in her eyes tells him how much she appreciates the gift.
Russell softly pats her arm. "Happy birthday, Evie."
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Me when writing Intertwined and hoping people pick up on the callbacks 😇

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Gosh I have so many things I wanna write.
1) I have a World Underneath style short for my Sylus X OC series
2) Another ‘glimpse into the future’ short story involving Sylus and Evie
3) A night terror comfort with Caleb and Faye
4) An Apple themed nsfw fic with Caleb and Faye
It feels great to be cooking ya’ll
#love and deepspace#l&ds#lads#lnds#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#lnds sylus#x oc#lnds caleb#lads caleb#l&ds caleb
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Q&A

To celebrate the completion of Act 1 of Intertwined, the story of Sylus and Evie, I wanna host a little Q&A!
You can ask about Evie, anything regarding the series, or hey, even about myself! I’ll answer everything the best I can without giving away spoilers.
You can send your questions to my ask box. I’ll answer up to five per person.
Happy questioning, everyone!
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It feels great to be back to writing regularly 🥰
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This series hurts so BAD but it’s so GOOD
Ikigai, Part 1
Summary: You’re desperately in love with a man who already belongs to another.
Ikigai (n.) (Japanese): "A reason for being," the thing that gets you up in the morning.
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
You sit on Sylus' bed, restless despite the exhaustion that clings to your body. It’s like a noose with every second that goes by. Yet, you know rest will never come to you. Not for some time at least. So, you pass the time with tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Broken nails tap uselessly and frequently against the expensive sheets. No amount of this makes the ire in your blood burn any less.
"Sylus," you call out to the man in question, who merely hums your name in response. "Have I ever told you that you're the biggest fool I've met?"
Sylus stands in his bathroom, door wide open as always. He stopped showering or tending to his wounds with it closed long ago. You can't quite remember how long. It's just how it is. Has it made for some embarrassing moments where he teases you with a towel barely around his waist as you struggle to keep your eyes solely on his (and not his chest that you want to run your hands on or his neck you want to bury your face in as you drift to sleep)? Yes.
Would you want it any other way? No.
"Is that so, sweetie? I must've gone deaf the last few hours, and missed it. Mind repeating yourself so I can etch it into my mind for future reference?"
"You're the biggest fool I've ever met."
He chuckles. The rich laughter makes your heart flutter and you almost immediately march over to help him.
"May I remind you that you work for this fool? What does that make you?"
"What indeed…"
The pair of you sit in silence except for the sounds of Sylus digging into his own skin to remove a bullet that seems to be giving him particular trouble.
"Be a dear and help your boss out, sweetie."
Part of you wants to give in, as you've done so many times. Sylus' tone gives away that he knows that too. Even without seeing his face, you can imagine the smug smirk it has. Oh how you want to kiss that smirk away so badly.
And that's exactly why you can't comply with his request. You need to put your foot down. Maybe being belligerent will help quell these annoying feelings. Sylus isn't meant to be yours, after all.
"No thanks."
You stare at his thread of fate. It shimmers the same red that everyone else's does. That red used to alarm you as a child. Now, all you see is him. Him and his beautiful red you wish to burrow yourself in forever.
Now that red helps not give into him. Helps you remember that if you want him to meet his soulmate in one piece, you couldn't keep letting him do this.
"Seriously?"
"Yep. My foolish boss did this to himself, so he should pay the price."
"And what price is that?"
"The price of spending who knows how long digging bullets out of his skin."
"Of course. Whatever you say sweetie. A far better price than what… hmmm… what was his name? George? Jarold?"
He's teasing you again. The drawl in his voice told you as much. He didn't even bother to hide the slight chuckles he let out at your tired sigh.
"James," you reply.
"Yes, Jake," now he was just fucking with you. "The price he was demanding for such mediocre business was… appalling. I much prefer this."
You snort at your boss, "Just keep telling yourself that bossman."
"I will, sweetie."
Silence engulfs the pair of you. For you, it sits on your chest, swims in your blood, and chews on your skin. The quiet gnaws at you, a steady and annoying and repetitive peaking reminiscent of Mephisto.
You hate it. But you must maintain it. Even when Sylus glances over his shoulder at you. You're sure to avoid eye contact with him. One look is all it would take for you to storm over to him and tenderly take the bullets out of his skin.
Not this time. This time, you had to be firm.
Your mind drifts back to the meeting. There wasn't anything special about this particular one. Hell, it wasn't even a weapons deal. Rather, James was apparently an old friend of Sherman's with a vinyl collection. The stupid man had gone off the rails recently.
Was it surprising that he did? Not in the least bit. It did make for a good laugh over diner one day though. About how this man thought he could take you two down. Sylus and his faithful companion with a silver tongue, one that seemed to speak to very depths of your soul.
Taking down Sherman wouldn't be difficult. Nothing ever was with you two being the well-oiled machine you are together. But, you never liked being unprepared. You're cautious to a fault. And Sylus wanted to easy your worrying, or nagging as he called it.
Enter James: a connection to Sherman you dug up. One with a pension for vintage music and antique jewelry. It should've been an easy deal. Especially once you saw his thread.
James' thread was a dim red. A red you hadn't seen for quite sometime. A red you didn't expect from someone like him.
A dead soulmate. You could hear the deceased man's faint screams. You could see their final hours together as illness wracked the poor boy. God, they must've been about 16; James had to be at least in his mid 30's now. He still clings to his soulmate all these years later, a simple tattoo over his heart to symbolize the love that was lost too early.
You pitied the man. He wasn't a good man, with countless lives lost at his hands and many loves cut too short because of his actions, but the loss of a soulmate is something no one recovers from. It's one of those things that immutable in this world.
So you used that to crack through his icy exterior. Peeled it back layer by layer until his soul danced in the palm of your hand. James was at your command. Until your boss shattered that.
"Why are you so mad at me, my sweet Gamayun?"
You can't help it: you look up and are immediately greeted by your boss' smug face. And you're angry at falling for his trick. For a moment.
Then you lock eyes. Deep, deep, crimson, so similar yet so unlike the threads of fate you see so often. His red is a good red. His red is the red of your love rather than everyone else's. Sometimes you wonder if his red eyes are your thread of fate, that they're your soulmate connection.
Any other day, you'd soak in the attention of that red. You can't right now. Because in a fraction of a second, you see it. You see the hurt he's trying to cover. You see in his soul how his wounds ache and how he wants your forgiveness, how he wants to make you smile (for some reason).
It's all you need to move from his bed and approach his back. He still looks at you, smirk gone and expression soft with something you can't place. You ignore it. He turns around so that his bare chest faces you. You struggle to not let yourself be flustered.
”It's nothing you haven't seen before. It's no big deal. You're just business partners and companions. Nothing else.”
"Gimme your gauze."
Your tone is sharp. Maybe because you hope to cover how weirdly intimate this feels: your boss basically naked and unguarded as you try to tend to his wounds.
You focus your eyes onto his hands. He holds his bandages in them. You reach for them, but he moves his hand away. You reach again, and Sylus raises his hand above his head, and raises an eyebrow at you.
You can't even be mad at him when he does.
"Why, Gamayun?"
There’s that nickname again. It carries so much. His trust, his affection, and his heart. Just not in the way you hope.
Gamayun carries false dreams, fantasies that haunt you as you sleep at night. Gamayun is a fake promise of a love you'll never have. But it was yours, so you gladly take ownership of it.
"You're pathetic…"
"Because my foolish Morana apparently can't clean up his own messes."
"Ah, but that's why I have you, my sweet, beautiful, and kind Gamayun."
Your hands tremble as you pull back on the roll of gauze. You think Sylus laughs at you, but you can't hear it over the pounding of your heart.
"Stop it," you want to tell him. "Stop giving me hope."
It doesn't take long for you to finish. You help Sylus dress, despite knowing he doesn't in any way, shape, or form need you help. He stopped you when you tried to leave after finishing his bandages, so you figure you wouldn't even bother for now.
"Sylus, what're you—"
"Sylus? Who's Sylus? Since when did you know a Sylus?"
You roll your eyes at him.
“Have you suddenly become a decrepit old man without my noticing?”
"No," he then lifts you into your arms and forces you to meet his eyes.
He stares into your eyes; you stare right back, praying that you give nothing away. He walks towards his bed, still looking at you.
"You must be really mad at me if you're calling me by my name right now."
"Don't be so dramatic you big baby. I called you by name earlier.”
Sylus pays no heed to words. In fact, he takes them in stride, placing you slowly onto his bed. His movements are slow, precise. Almost as if he's afraid to hurt you. But that’s ridiculous; he could never hurt you.
"Are his injuries still causing him problems?"
You keep that thought in mind in order to not trick yourself. In order to not gaslight yourself into believing that there's something more behind his actions. Sylus and you have always had an intimate relationship. Closer than most ever will be. Best friends. Partners in crime.
"This means nothing."
You try to get out of bed, to run away to wallow in your sorrows, but Sylus plops down next you and wraps an arm around you.
"Sleep. We'll discuss this later."
A protest builds up in your throat. It’s pushed back down when his arms tightens around you and his breathing evens out into soft puffs. He’s not asleep; you know that, and he knows you know that. But you play along anyway.
Turning in his arms to play with his hair, you think more about what happened earlier. At how Sylus kept trying to get between you and James when you guys got closer. At how Sylus seemed more passive aggressive with the man the more you two talked, forgetting that there was even someone else in the room. At how Sylus would subtly move you away from James when a crack in the man’s facade would appear at your words.
He got worse when you reciprocated. Of course, you always did on these missions; it’s a great way to build rapport. Today was different. Today was real. You really felt for James. You really wanted to reach him. As someone who also understands of the pain of being without a soulmate—soulless, as society would call you.
But you were different. You didn’t lose your soulmate. You never had one. All you could do was watch as others loved and lost, doomed to never experience the same.
Things exploded when James asked if he could see you again. A normal request from clients and prospective/current business partners alike. But you never quite clicked with them the same way you had with James, a man whose heart was so hurt, much like your own. You hope the poor man is still alive.
Sleep begins to creep up on you as you remember the vigor in Sylus protest. Honestly, it was kind of hot; you rarely get to see him lose composure. Even less so during business exchanges. You burrow into his embrace at the thought. Of the way his face contorted with rage. At the way his Evol thrashed out at those around you.
You use that to cover what you truly remember: the gentle way that same power carried you to safety (he was always weirdly protective of you because of your lack of Evol; strange, considering what you’re capable of). The worried way he asked if you were alright. The kind way he treated you despite your anger.
But, why were you angry? Why are you still angry? Because he once again used violence when it wasn’t needed? Because he didn’t listen when you told him to back off? Because he got himself hurting protecting you? Because this showed that deep down he doesn’t trust you?
No. Never.
Sylus trusts you with everything. And you, in turn, trust him with everything. Well, except one thing: your heart. Maybe that was why you were mad at him. Because when he does things like that, it makes it so hard to let him go.
I previously posted a blurb/preview of a soulmate AU with Sylus and a Non MC Reader. Here is chapter 1 of the full length fic. Hope you all enjoy because there's more fics to come with this man from me (he has me in a goddamn chokehold; I already have so many drafts 😭).
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#sylus x reader#sylus fluff#sylus angst#sylus x non!mc reader#sylus x non mc reader#sylus qin x reader#sylus x mc#love and deepspace#lads x reader#ikigai
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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍
Epilogue - Act One
A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)
Warnings -> The bottom section is suggestive
<- Chapter Ten
An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.
Boredom is dangerous for crow masked twins Luke and Kieran.
It's the middle of the night in the N109 Zone, long shadows stretching across the deserted back alleys, litter being tossed around by the ghostly wind. It's in one such alley that they find their next victim: a middle aged woman digging through a discarded pile of cardboard boxes in search of neglected treasure. Her clothes are old, worn and torn, but in better condition than others who share her fate.
As if sensing two mischievous stares, the woman straightens. "What's this? Two young souls have come to play?"
The twins, hidden in the shadows and poised to launch their latest prank, freeze.
The woman chuckles and hoists herself onto the closed lid of a dumpster. She crosses her ankles, takes her greying hair out of its bun only to tie it up again. "Come closer, young bird-men. Allow this enlightened one to tell you a story."
Luke and Kieran exchange looks and a silent conversation. Mirroring each other, they remove themselves from the shadows and approach the odd woman.
She smiles and hums a light tune, setting the scene for her story.
"Once upon a time, a man ruled over a kingdom of shadows and deceit. He sat alone on the throne of his empire, hoarding treasures and warming the seat that belongs to his long lost beloved. For centuries, he waits, for her soul, he craves.
Then, on the coldest night of the year, he finds himself a ghost. A ghost in flesh, an angel without wings, a temptation he cannot resist. Through greed, he keeps her close. Through curiosity, he cannot stay away. His lover is in his mind, yet he cannot ignore the siren's call.
'Does she know?' He wonders, 'How divine she looks? How sweet her scent? How alluring her eyes? How disarming her smile?'
She is a ghost in flesh, an angel without wings, a temptation he cannot resist. Yet his lover haunts him from afar, refuses to release her fingers from his heart, and thus the king is left torn between what he once had, and what he could have now."
Finished with her story, the woman jumps down and holds out her hand. "Come on, now. My stories aren't free."
Luke digs into his pocket and plops a handful of change into her awaiting palm. "So, who's the king?"
"And who's the ghost?" Kieran follows with a question of his own.
The woman smirks, a knowing spark in her eyes as dark as the abyss. "The ghost is someone who's been by the king's side far longer than he's realized. As for the king... Well, let's just say that before this life, he wasn't always a king."

A look into Act Two
I'm powerless against the man that drags me down the hall, the fist wrapped around my wrist so tight it almost hurts. My chest is heaving from the rush to keep up with his long strides, my skin flushed from the effort.
A door is pushed open and I'm hauled inside. The room is dark, too many shadows to even guess what it could be used for. The door slams just as I've finally started to catch my breath, a wild gasp stealing all my collected air as my body is unexpectedly turned and pushed up against the wood.
I'm trapped, caged between two thick arms, pinned by a solid body. I shudder and bite back a moan as his breath tickles my ear, lips ghosting over the shell.
The air is ripe with tension, warm with the heat rolling off us. My thighs involuntarily press together, eyes closing and lungs inhaling sharply as his nose brushes against my neck. My head tilts, offering up more. Tingles rush down my spine at the feel of his teeth gently grazing my skin.
"Sylus," I whisper his name, too drunk on the moment to realize what I'm doing. What we're doing. "Please."
His grumble hits me right below my belly. "Do you have any idea... how dangerous you are?"
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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍
Chapter Ten
A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus X OC)
Warnings -> Major violence (murder/death, blood, gun violence)
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An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.
The hour drags more slowly than it ever has before, the thin hands on the giant ornate clock mounted to the wall refusing to budge and end my suffering. I've nearly chewed my bottom lip raw, my nails picked at and bitten until they're short. It’s a habit I thought I broke free from years ago. Apparently not.
Finally, the massive black doors open. Luke and Kieran stroll inside, their black outfits splattered with dark stains that make my stomach drop. Neither Sylus nor Mephisto follow them in.
“What happened? Are you two hurt?” My question is rushed as I dash up to them.
Luke stretches his neck from side to side while his twin rolls his shoulders. “Nah, this blood isn’t ours. The sucker who was stationed in your apartment though…”
Kieran pushes his brother’s chest. “Let’s not give her the details on that, okay? She’s already paler than a ghost.”
They’re okay. It relieves my worries a smidge. Just a smidge, though. “Where’s Sylus?”
“Tracking down your brothers.” Luke replies, patting my shoulder in what I take is his way of showing comfort. I’ve never needed to be comforted by them before. “The chairman of Eternity Jewels is holding them hostage to negotiate with Sylus.”
My mind, which has been racing all night, goes quiet.
Kieran nods, reaching for my other shoulder but squeezing it instead. "Don't worry. Boss man is hard to kill. He'll be back with your brothers in no time."
Guilt tears into me like a shark, a pit opening in the bottom of my stomach to swallow everything that I am and rip it to shreds.
"Is this my fault?" "Let's wait and see who's behind this before assigning blame. But, no. This isn't your fault."
"It's my fault." I whisper, a fresh batch of tears making my eyes sting. "I begged Sylus not to kill him. I... I didn't want anyone to die because of me."
In the hour that I've paced this room, waiting for news or for my brothers return, it did cross my mind that Vincent could be involved. He was the most likely suspect, given that only a week ago, we ran into him at Miss. Natalia's event. Before that, Sylus brought down his company, and before that, we ruined his horrendous auction. Sylus warned me that keeping him alive could very well be an invitation for him to take revenge, but I wanted to put my faith in mercy. Wanted to believe that showing him kindness would be enough to keep him out of our hair.
I was wrong. I was stupid and naive and just wrong. Sylus isn't a cold-blooded killer; he was planning to put an end to Vincent to stop something like this from happening. He didn't go through with it because I asked him not to. He put his trust in me on this, and I've let him down.
If there was anything in my stomach, it would have come up right then.
"I'm sorry." I choke out around a sob. My head drops, arms wrapping around myself tightly as if that would be enough to keep from shattering into a million pieces. "I'm sorry."
Luke curses quietly. "Kieran, she's crying. What do we do?"
Kieran awkwardly rubs my back. "P-Please don't cry, Little V. It'll be okay! Boss will get your brothers back!"
I shake my head, catching the next sob before it can escape and swallowing it down. It hurts, like swallowing a rock, but crying won't get us anywhere right now. I know that, yet I can't stop thinking about how I've failed everyone. "People are gonna die tonight because of me - someone already has. My brothers and Sylus could get hurt because of me."
I caused this. I should be the one answering to it.
My mind made up, I tilt my head towards the ceiling and give it a shake. "Where are they? I'm going, too."
"Woah, hey there, slow down." Luke raises a hand as if to say 'stay there'. "You're not cut out for the things that are going on over there, Little V."
"Besides," Kieran steps in, moving his body to block the door. "Boss sent us here to make sure you don't wind up in trouble. So, no can do."
So, this is the game we're going to play?
"Fine." I spin on my heel and return to the couch. Sitting down, I keep my arms folded and cross one leg over the other. "Can you two at least do a quick sweep of the base? I feel like I'm being watched and it's freaking me out."
Kieran nods. "Of course. Sit tight, we'll be quick."

The twins check the base thoroughly, looking in every room, every shadowy corner for anyone who didn't belong. They came up empty handed, and now certain that it's safe, return to Sylus' personal wing to reassure their friend, big sister figure, and one day they hope, future boss lady.
They throw open the doors and bow dramatically, hoping their antics will ease her nerves a little. "We've come to report that the base is... Evie?"
The couch she was sitting on is empty. Sylus' laptop rests on the lavish cushions, open and paused on a video that appears to be recorded surveillance footage. The location of the video is the messy apartment they were at earlier, the figures in the frame easy to identify. The twins can see themselves, the man they took care of tied to a chair, and Sylus.
Kieran presses 'play', and man in the chair recites the address he gave Sylus. On another tab, Mephisto's tracker flashes a bright red at a particular building in the warehouse district.
As his personal assistant, Evie has the passwords and access codes to everything within the base. It appears Sylus has even given her access to his personal electronics as well.
"Uh oh." They say in unison.

Eternity Jewels' former warehouse is structured more like an office building on the inside. Hallways upon hallways, room after room, it's a maze to navigate. Sylus moves as though he knows exactly where to go despite having never stepped foot in here before.
To be fair, Vincent isn't exactly trying hard to stay hidden. The goons standing outside welcomed him and told him where to go upon his arrival.
He thanked them with his Evol.
On the second floor, in the furthest room from the concrete staircase, he finds Vincent. The room appears to have been a staff lounge, plush couches and a small kitchen with a fridge, microwave and coffee maker. Vincent is sitting on the couch that faces the door, loading four silver bullets into a pistol. His movements are slow, casual, but the gleam in his eyes are more unhinged than it was a week ago. He looks more like a petty gang member than a business man now, dressed in a white tank top and torn cargo pants. Both of his shoulders are wrapped with bandages, still healing from the torture Sylus inflicted on them.
The fact that he's not bothering to hide them is a testament to his mental state.
"Mr. Sylus!" Vincent's grin is sinister. "Not who I was expecting, but I'll accept it." He waves the gun towards the couch in front of him. "Go on, take a seat. We're both busy men, so let's get right to my terms, shall we?"
Sylus' fingers twitch as red and black mist spills from his palm.
"Ah, ah~" Vincent sings, extending his arms to rest against the back of the couch. He doesn't drop the gun. "Do that, and the boys are dead. I've got eyes and ears on this room, Sylus. Act out of line, and my men will put a bullet in their heads. I imagine your poor assistant would be devastated to learn that her precious brothers lost their lives because her knight in shining armor couldn't control himself."
"Knight in shining armor?" Sylus chuckles and sinks onto the other couch. Only a marble coffee table separates them. "You're not giving her enough credit. She knows what kind of monster I am."
"But does she know what kind of monster she's tamed?"
Sylus' eyes narrow, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
Vincent's eyes shine with wild amusement. "She's got you wrapped tightly around her little finger, doesn't she? I never thought a day would come where someone would tame you, Sylus, and if I had to guess... you're not happy about it, are you? You're trying to resist her, but she's got her hooks in you too deep to escape now." He chuckles and shakes his head. "I knew she was a siren the moment I set eyes on her. Innocent little things like that call to the ugliest monsters, don't they?"
"You're going through all this trouble to negotiate, so negotiate."
"Oh, I'm not here to negotiate. I'm making demands. One for each brother." Vincent leans forward. "I suggest you agree to them all if you want all four to walk out of here."
Sylus' glare hardens, but he waves his hand as cue for the other man to continue.
"It's quite simple, really." Vincent settles back against the couch and props his feet up on the coffee table. "The first thing I want is for you to surrender part of your territory to me. Second, you are to fund the rebuilding of my company until it's back to what it was before you destroyed it. Third, I want your word that you will never lay a hand on me, or meddle in my affairs again."
The terms are easy enough to fulfill. He can easily claim territory to make up for what he'll lose, has more then enough money to get Eternity Jewels back on its feet. As for staying out of Vincent's way, he can abide by that so long as Vincent stays out of his.
But there's one condition missing, and Sylus isn't about to agree without knowing what it is. "And the fourth?"
The way Vincent tilts his head and smiles made his blood boil. "Hand the woman over. I had a buyer that night who was very interested. He's still willing to pay big bucks for her."
Sylus' hands clench into fists. His Evol hums beneath his skin, presses against his insides in a fight to escape.
Vincent chuckles. "You can't do it, can you? Would you like to pick which brother gets the bullet? Or shall we invite Miss. Evie over to choose?"
If he gave her the choice, Sylus knew that Evie would hand herself over in a heartbeat. She's sacrificed everything, has lived her life for her brothers. Would give her life for her brothers.
It's time someone sacraficed for her.
"You say you're not willing to negotiate, but I have a better deal in mind." Sylus says, and continues without giving Vincent a chance to decide if he wants to hear it. "Instead of selling her off to the highest bidder, why not take my life instead?"
Vincent blinks. Perhaps it's Sylus' casual delivery of the deal, or the fact that he never thought he'd witness Sylus offer up his life in exchange for anything, but he can't hide his shock.
"Think about it." Sylus calmly urges, tapping his temple. "If you take my life, not only will I be unable to interfere in your plans, but you'd get Onychinus and all it's wealth, too. Killing me would make you far richer than selling a woman."
He can see Vincent teetering. Knows he needs to make one more big push to get him to accept.
Sylus goes for the finishing blow. "You'd never have to worry about your wife's medical bills again."
Vincent turns angry, exactly as he wanted. Sylus remains seated as the other man stands, doesn't close his eyes or look away as the pistol is aimed at his chest. "She died months ago, you rotten bastard."
He pulls the trigger.
The impact pushes Sylus into the back of the couch, fire exploding in his chest from the heat of the bullet. Fired at such a close range, the bullet had enough momentum to pass through cleanly, paving way for blood to spill from both his chest and his back. Every inhale comes in sharp and pained, his lungs burning from the damage.
The door swings open, crashing against the wall like thunder. "Sylus!"
Vincent looks up, the look in his eyes crazed. "Have you come to join us, Evie?"

'I'm too late.'
I don't pay Vincent any mind - don't have the ability too. My eyes, my ears, my intent, it's all focused on Sylus as I rush to his side. He's bleeding profusely from the wound in his chest, blood splattered across his neck and face, too.
Sylus inhales sharply. "Sweetie-"
I shush him, pressing my hands over the wound and applying as much pressure as I can. Vincent is saying something behind me, but I can't make out the words. It's fading into white noise as time seems to slow down, my own heartbeat pulsing loudly in my ears. It syncs up with the rhythm of Sylus' heart beneath my hands.
My hands that are warm and slick with his blood.
Spots appear in my vision. My head feels like static. I don't feel like myself as I lift one of my hands from Sylus' chest, turn it over until I'm staring at my dark red palm. The world around me goes from light to dark, light to dark, again and again and again. I see fire and carnage whenever it goes dark, my heartbeat replaced by the sound of an ancient bell tower. The ding-donging of the bell pulls me into a trance.
Someone hurt my dragon.
I'm not in control of my body as I grab the gun from where Sylus hides it beneath the coat hanging off his shoulders. Not in control as I twist and point the barrel at Vincent-
A bang goes off, and his body drops. The gun falls from my hand, clattering to the floor as I turn back to reapply full pressure to Sylus' wound, static still lingering in the corners of my mind.
"Luke and Kieran got my brothers out. They'll be here soon." I say. Even I can hear how robotic I sound.
The twins caught up with me not long after I slipped out of the base. Instead of dragging me back, they shrugged their shoulders and decided it would be best to come with me for backup. They must have also been worried about Sylus, despite their upmost confidence in him.
His voice sounds stronger now. "Evie-"
"I know." I can't bring myself to look at him, or to let him finish, but I know what he's going to say. "I won't regret it."
What I will regret is Sylus dying because of the choice I made.
He wraps one large hand around both of my wrists and pulls my hands away. I open my mouth to argue, to tell him that now isn't the time for a tough guy act, but the sight of his Evol swarming the wound silences me. When the mist vanishes, the bullet wound is gone. Healed perfectly as if it never happened.
Shocked, I sit back on my heels and look him in the eyes. "You just... How did you...?"
"Don't worry. Boss man is hard to kill. He'll be back with your brothers in no time."
A breath of air escapes me. "You... can't die?"
Sylus shakes his head. "I can die, but only by the hands of a single person."
A sob of relief rattles in my chest. I'm throwing myself at him before I realize it, arms wrapping around his shoulders as I bury my face in his neck. My entire body trembles as I cling to him, a fresh cascade of tears rolling down my cheeks. "I'm s-so sorry, Sylus."
I don't ask for his forgiveness. I don't feel that I can.
Sylus’ arms wrap around me like a security blanket. I think his lips brush against my hair, but I'm not certain. "There isn't anything for you to be sorry for. He did what I wanted."
I pull back just enough to look at him, his figure blurry through my tears. "Why would you do that?"
"To stop him from taking you." Before I can say anything more, he gently pushes my head into the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. "Don't look."
Then, as if he hadn't just suffered an injury that should have been fatal, rises with me in his arms and carries me out of the room.

Several days pass, and I haven't left the apartment once. Sylus ordered me to take some time off, to rest and be with my brothers after the ordeal. I haven't been able to look at them without being consumed by guilt. Even worse, they haven't been as harsh with me as they should be. Of course, I got an earful for taking a job at Onychinus and not saying anything about it for months, but when it comes to the abduction, no one is blaming me for it.
And it sucks, because I wish they did. It would be so much easier to deal with the guilt if they were angry with me about it.
"It's just part of living in the N109 Zone, Evie." Mateo had said the other day with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "Sooner or later, we would have gotten jumped. If not by someone you associate with, then it would have been someone we do. Or random."
But we weren't supposed to. We moved to this building because it was supposed to be safe, and now we're stuck here for the remainder of the year until our lease is up.
Someone knocks on my bedroom door for the seventh time today. Or, I guess, the first time this morning. "Guys, I'm fine. You need to focus on healing your own trauma."
I haven't gotten out of bed all night, nor the day before. Haven't had much of an appetite lately, either. My brothers are concerned, I know they are, and I'm being a massive coward for hiding, but I just can't face the world yet. I haven't been able to eat without remembering how it felt to have Sylus' blood coating my hands, and remembering that reminds me that I have Vincent's blood on my hands, too. I haven't wanted to touch my books, either, fearing the blood that's long been washed off will suddenly come back and stain the pages.
The door opens, but I don't look to see which one of my brothers it is. "I see you've decorated more since I was last here."
That voice does not belong to any of my brothers.
"Sir?!" I exclaim, shooting up in bed with wide eyes.
My boss is, in fact, standing beneath the doorframe. He's dressed in a black windbreaker with a leather jacket on top, red and white decals that look like vines of thorns going up his arms and across his shoulders. He's also got on a pair of fingerless leather gloves, tall leather boot and... my god, are his pants leather too?
Hands tucked into his pockets, Sylus leans against the wall and surveys my room. His eyes snag on something, and when I follow his gaze, I'm left looking at the dragon sun-catcher hanging by the window. Having caught the light of the full red moon that hangs above the N109 Zone, the little red dragon glows brightly. It reminds me of Sylus' eyes.
I turn my attention back to my boss, who should not be in my apartment at all, let alone at five-thirty in the morning. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
He shifts his attention back to me. "Your brothers called me."
My eyes narrow. "I wasn't aware they had your number."
"I gave it to them in case of an emergency. You have a tendency to attract trouble, kitten." His playful demeanor drops. "Get dressed and meet me outside. You have ten minutes."
He turns and disappears down the hall. I sit in bed for a solid minute, going back and forth on whether or not I should do as he says, or ignore him and go back to hiding under my blankets. I take another minute to think about what he'd do if I actually did ignore him. The answer I came up with is that he'd probably drag me out looking like the mess that I am right now.
I spend the next six minutes rushing around, throwing on a form-fitted dark green top and jeans, brushing my teeth and working the tangles out of my hair. That took the most time. All the tossing and turning I've done has created some nasty knots.
For some reason, all four of my brothers are awake when I sneak into the main room. Drew is at the coffee maker, Mateo pouring a bowl of cereal at the counter, Simon and Troy digging into their own bowls from where they're sitting at the table.
'Duh, Evie. Someone had to let Sylus in.'
I cross my arms and glare at them. "What are you all planning?"
"Nothing." Drew tosses me a cocky smirk and waves his hand. "Have fun."
I point at them. "Just you wait till I get back."
Mateo rolls his eyes and playfully flips me off. "Get going before your boss storms back up here and throws you over his shoulder."
Troy swallows his mouthful and smirks. "I bet she'd like that."
"I don't know how he does it. I could never work with someone so thirsty." Simon says with a shake of his head.
"You all suck." I huff, then grab my brown spring jacket and rush out the door before Sylus really does come to get me himself.
The elevator arrives quickly and takes me down just as fast. The new security guard on duty nods his head as I appear, but doesn't say anything. Guilt stabs me again, the memory of Elijah greeting me whenever I left and came back too fresh to not be painful.
As promised, Sylus is waiting outside. I find him leaning against a sleek black motorcycle that's parked on the side of the road. I open my mouth to ask him what all of this is about, but before I can get a word out, he's plopping a helmet on my head.
"You're not serious?" I ask, my voice muffled. "I got carsick the last time I rode with you, and now you want to put me on something that goes even faster?”
I can see him smirking through the visor as he helps me adjust the helmet to make sure it fits properly. “Why not? Consider this practice in case we ever have to make a quick getaway.”
Still dumbfounded, I watch as he puts his own helmet on before climbing onto the bike. His head turns towards me, and when I don't make a move to join him, he takes matters into his own hands.
In the blink of an eye, familiar red and black mist lifts me off the ground and plops me down on the seat behind him. The engine rumbles beneath me, and I'm left with no choice but to lean against his back and wrap my arms around his waist as tightly as possible.
"Hold on tight." Sylus' slightly distorted voice comes through a radio installed in the helmet, filling the space as if he were actually speaking inside my head.
Then we take off. I squeal at the sudden speed, snap my eyes shut and hold him even tighter. "A warning would have been nice!"
This is just as terrifying as I imagined it to be in real life, and yet not as bad. Sylus has expert control over the motorcycle, the ride smooth despite the turns he makes throughout the city streets. His body blocks most of the wind, the helmet muffles the roaring of it whipping past us. As the minutes pass, I start to feel less afraid. My arms don't loosen, but they do relax a little.
And then I start to feel it, a rush of adrenaline that excites me. It's like my mind and body have come to terms that I'm safe, that Sylus has this fully under his control. I find the courage to slowly peel my eyes open, and am left breathless by the view. Somewhere along the way, we left the dark, depressing streets of the N109 Zone. Tall trees full of green leaves look like a massive blurry screen as we zip past them, the road ahead empty but lit with streetlights every couple of yards. We're on a higher elevation, I realize, as on the opposite side of the wall of trees, far out in the distance, is a harbor. Linkon's harbor, I assume, as they're our closest neighbor.
It takes me a second to realize that the sound filling my helmet is my own laughter.
Sylus starts to slow down and pulls up to a viewing point off the side of the road that overlooks the harbor. He kills the engine and stays seated, letting me off first. My legs are shaking a little from the ride, but not enough to throw off my balance.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Sylus asks, his voice crystal clear now that I've taken off my helmet.
I shake my head and tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. I can only imagine how badly the wind has tangled it. "No, it wasn't."
Once again, I go to ask about what we're doing and, once again, I'm not given the chance. A beam of light suddenly breaks overhead, pink and yellow creeping in to push away the inky night sky. I move to the railing and lean my arms on it, watching the sun at it starts to climb over the ocean. The water sparkles as the first waves of a crisp, morning breeze kiss my cheeks. I can sense Sylus beside me, and it brings me back to Dyamond City, where I watched my first sunrise in years. He was next to me then, silent and steady, just like this.
I don't look at him as I speak. "I'm guessing my brothers got you involved because I've been worrying them, right?"
The feeling of his eyes on me is strong. "They're right to be worried. It sounds to me like you're letting guilt over someone else's poor decisions eat you alive."
My hands clench into fists. "I made the call to keep him alive-"
"And he stomped on your mercy-"
Finally, I turn away from the sunset. "And then I murdered him, Sylus."
Murder is murder, no matter what the reason behind it is. If I could go back in time to the moment I asked Sylus not to kill Vincent, I'd keep my mouth shut. I'd let Sylus handle him in whatever way he originally intended. I'm sure I'd feel guilty for not trying to stop it, but if Vincent had died that night, my brothers never would have gone through what they did. Elijah never would have been killed. Sylus never would have gotten hurt.
But is it fair to let Sylus have that on his conscious? To let someone rob another of a life for my own benefit? If I'd be guilty by association, then wouldn't it be less harmful to just do it myself?
Sylus studies me for a moment. What he's searching for, I don't know. I don't have the energy to guess. "Do you regret it?"
That's the question, isn't it? I don't know what came over me, how I was able to aim and shoot a killing shot despite my complete and utter lack of understanding when it comes to firearms. That encounter feels so fragmented, my brain having already done its best to black out as much as possible. All I remember is that Sylus was hurt, I thought he was dying, and I wanted to protect him.
My eyes sting, but I refuse to let tears fall. "I'm devastated that I took someone's life, but I'd never regret trying to protect you."
Sylus makes a breathy sound as if I surprised him.
My phone pings just then. I almost ignore it, until I register that it's not my personal cellphone, but the one Sylus gave me for work.
I quickly fish it from my pocket and open the email. What I read makes my breath catch in my throat, makes my eyes widen as I look up at my boss. My friend. "When did you buy my apartment building?"
Smirking, Sylus dusts something off his shoulder. "While I was waiting for you to get dressed. You really could have picked a place with better security, sweetie."
Now I'm the one who releases a breath. "Why?"
The sun is halfway into the sky by now, the light casting the shadows away from Sylus' face. There's no hiding right now, for either of us.
"Why?" He parrots, taking half a step closer to me. "Because you've become someone valuable to me, Evie."
I blink, heart constricting in the confines of my chest. I don't know why, but the racing of my heart doesn't feel like it did when we were on the bike. This time, it feels like true panic. "As an employee, right?"
Sylus blinks as if he's just broken free of a trance. He shakes his head and steps back, creating a little more breathing room between us. "Yes. As an... employee."
I nod, trying desperately to ignore the burning in my cheeks.
I'm a liar on top of a murderer, because apparently, there is a shadow looming over my heart that I can hide behind.
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𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞
Caleb x Faye (OC)
Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (oral fem receiving, p-in-v, vanilla)
An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

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I always told myself that I'd never do a long-distance relationship. As someone who grew up watching my mother go from one failed relationship to the next, I'm more than aware of how much work goes into trying to keep a normal one alive. Dating someone I would only be able to see for a short time every few months? That's just heartbreak waiting to happen.
Then high school happened. I befriended the kids next door who I saw often but never really spoke to. I developed a crush, fell in love, and in the months between graduation and the start of our first collage year, I knew that even though Caleb would be going all the way to Skyhaven, I loved him too much to give up. It's been hard, but we've made it work.
And when he comes home for a visit, I fall in love all over again. Cheesy and cliché, but true.
I've barely spoken all night, opting for listening to everyone else talk instead. It's nothing out of the ordinary for me; I've always been the weird kid with a freaky Evol that everyone avoids. It wasn't until McKenna starting dragging me along with her and Caleb that my presence was actually accepted instead of just tolerated. Still, I had no desire to be friends with people who treated me like an outcast. I still don't.
"You okay?" Caleb asks, tilting his head back against my chest to look up at me.
He's sitting in front of me on the grass, his body between my legs as he leans against me and the log I'm sitting on. My arms are loosely wrapped around his shoulders, one of his hands resting on my knee, thumb drawing small circles over my ripped jeans.
I nod and tilt my head down a little, speaking quietly against his ear. "I'm fine."
He and I both know I avoid get togethers like the plague, but considering how little time we get to spend together in person now a days, I'll take every opportunity to be with him. Even if it means sitting in the backyard of an old peer from high school while a group of fifteen to twenty collage kids reminisce about the old days and chug plastic cups full of beer.
"You're sure? I can walk you home if you want?" Caleb asks.
Shaking my head, I brush my lips over the spot behind his ear. "I want to stay with you."
A breath of air escapes him, one that shoots through my system and pools in the pit of my stomach. I've been craving his touch for a while now, have been eager to feel his weight on me since we got into this position. He returned to Linkon this morning, where McKenna and I picked him up at the station and have been together as a trio ever since.
"Stay at my place tonight?" I ask, pressing my chest against his back, follow it up with a kiss to the side of his neck. "I've missed you."
He nods, the muscles in his neck working as he swallows. Pressing my lips together to hide a smile, I lift my head and rest my chin on his hair. McKenna's laughter rings from somewhere close by, some guy I barely remember walking over to start a conversation with Caleb.
Hopefully this will be over soon.

With McKenna dropped off safe and sound at Josephine's house, Caleb and I head next door to my mother's. She's gone for the weekend, off on a little getaway with her latest boyfriend that will probably fuck up in some capacity within the next month and be gone just as quickly as he arrived.
Or they'll play the on and off again game for a while. I haven't gotten a good read on him yet.
Unlocking the door, I step inside and flick the lights on, kicking off my shoes before going further in. "I think Brian's become even more of a loser since the last time I saw him."
Caleb snorts as he shrugs out of his jacket, hanging it on one of the many hooks lining the wall. "I see your opinion on everyone hasn't changed."
I can feel my face scrunch up. "Of course it hasn't. They're all as obnoxious as I remember."
He shoots me a playful look, head tilting slightly in a way that's just so adorable, I want to knock it off his shoulders so I don't have to keep looking at him. "Really? In case you've forgotten, I played sports with most of those guys. Does that mean you think I'm obnoxious?"
"On you, it's charming."
Chuckling, Caleb shakes his head and motions me to come closer. "Come here. I haven't had the chance to kiss you properly yet."
Heat rushes through me, the memory of his kisses enough to start a pulsing sensation between my legs. I step up onto the first step of the staircase. "You can have that kiss upstairs."
I race to the second floor, Caleb hot on my heels as I rush down the hall and throw open my bedroom door. He's on me the second we're inside, practically slamming the door with one arm while he uses the other to pull me in by the waist. His mouth his hot and eager, tongue slipping past my lips to taste me deeper. My moan is muffled as I slide my hands up his chest, locking onto his shoulders. His other hand tangles in my ash brown hair, gently tilting my head into a better angle.
I'm not sure how long we lose ourselves in the kiss, be it a couple of seconds or several minutes, but I only break it when my top feels like it's starting to constrict me. Caleb's lips are wet as I pull away, eyes glazed and locked on my figure as I yank the graphic shirt over my head and throw it in a random corner of the room. I go for my bra next, but Caleb pulls me back to him, his hands cupping my cheeks, and locks me in another kiss.
"What's the rush, baby?" He asks, the term of endearment making me melt. "We have all night."
I drag my lips across his jaw. "I haven't had you in months. Of course there's a rush."
"Wrong." He pinches my chin between his fingers, the blush on his cheeks making my stomach twist in the most delicious way. "That's all the more reason to savor this."
His hands slide to the backs of my thighs, and with the strength he's developed during training, hoists me up until my legs lock around his waist. I cling to him as he carries me the short distance to my bed, tug on his shirt as he lays me down. "Off."
Reaching between his shoulder blades with one hand, Caleb pulls his shirt up and over his head in one smooth move that only fuels my constantly growing attraction to him. His necklace dangles above me, catching the light of the lamp next to my bed. "Better?"
I answer by placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him into another kiss. We go until we're breathless, lips only parting when neither of us can take the burning in our lungs anymore. His hands scorch my bare skin as they roam over my ribs, sides and stomach, his lips redirecting their attention to my neck an collarbone.
Eyes closing, I sigh and curl my hips against him. I can feel how hard he is, am slowly losing my mind over the feel of him pressing against me. "Caleb."
"I know, pretty." He coos, slipping one hand beneath my back to undo the clasp of my bra. "Just be patient for me a little longer, okay?"
My moan spills into the room as his lips get reacquainted with my breasts, lapping at my skin until my nipples harden into sensitive peaks. "Caleb, please. You're killing me here."
My back bows into a small arch as his kisses descend down the length of my stomach. I've always been more sensitive there, the feel of his lips stoking the flames of desire. The flames burn hotter when he flicks the button of my jeans out of place and rips them, along with my underwear, down my legs.
Caleb lets out a shaky breath as he stares, one hand pressing down on my navel, the other nudging my thigh out of the way. I bite my lip as I watch him, a kernel of self-consciousness popping up and making my fingers itch to push him away. To snap my legs shut so he can't look at me like that anymore.
He treats me like I'm something divine, something to be cherished. It scares me, sometimes. Makes me worry that one day, he'll realize just how much of a mess I really am and decide to walk away. Turn to someone more radiant than I could ever be.
I don't get the chance to act on my thoughts. Caleb lowers his head and presses the flat of his tongue against me, licking a stripe through my center.
"Oh." I shudder, gripping the pillow beneath my head. A few sweeps of his tongue, and I already feel like I'm about to go off the edge of a waterfall.
Caleb knows my body inside and out, picked up on my likes and dislikes quickly after our first few times together. He could bring me to my end in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but he never rushes this. He takes his time, building me up slowly, as if this is for his pleasure just as much as it is about mine.
"Caleb." I whine, the rise and fall of my chest rapid as release starts to sink its hooks into me. I reach down and run my fingers through his dark hair, abandon the pillow for the top of the headboard with the other. "Caleb, I'm close."
Just when I think he can't make me feel any better, he sinks two fingers into me and locks his lips around my clit. The gasp that comes out of me is wild, the tremble in my thighs telling of what he's doing to me. I scream his name as I come undone, my inner walls pulsing around his fingers as the shocks work through me.
"That's it, baby." Caleb mumbles, pressing light, calming kisses to my inner thighs. "Do you need a minute?"
My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to peel them open. "No. I need you inside me."
His eyes go from dazed to hungry. Standing up, he gets out of the rest of his clothes and joins me on the bed. My busted knee means my dreams of becoming a Hunter are over, but I still had enough training before the injury to learn how to take down a person.
Caleb grunts in surprise as he lands on his back, hands flying to my hips as I settle above him. I brush my hair to the side before planting my hands on his beautifully sculpted chest. "Let me."
He looks conflicted. "Faye, you don't have to-"
"I want to."
He's such a giver that if I don't push, he'd make this solely about me.
I don't give him the chance to talk me out of it. Reaching back, I run my hand up and down his length once before positioning him at my entrance. Then, I slowly sink down. Our groans mix as I move, my body only able to accommodate half of him for now. The stretch is a lovely burn, the feel of him massaging my inner walls better than I remember. My hands roam over his chest and abs, soaking in the feel of his muscles as his hands guide my hips and help hold me steady.
"Fuck, you feel so good." Caleb breathes, jaw hanging open as he watches me move. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus on training when I know I have you waiting for me here?"
His words pull another moan from me. I take his hands from my hips and hold them instead, slotting our fingers together. "You should hurry and finish so that you can come home more often then. It's not the same without you here."
My body has adjusted enough that I can take him to the hilt now. The addition of the last few inches has me throwing my head back, spurs me to take him faster. Harder.
"Caleb, I love you."
I don't know why the sudden strong urge to say it comes over me, but it does and I do. It's not something I haven't said to him before, we say it on the daily over text or phone calls. Maybe it's because of my little insecurity earlier, or because he's once again looking at me like I'm some kind of goddess, but I want him to know how I feel about him again. I need him to know.
He pulls his hands free and takes ownership of my hips again. He starts bucking his hips to meet my thrusts, taking over the motions. I collapse onto his chest, so overwhelmed with pleasure I can't keep it up any longer.
"I love you too, baby." Caleb wraps his arms around my back, keeping me pinned against him as he drives us both to the edge. "You're mine, yeah? Tell me you're mine."
I nod against his cheek. "I- ah! I'm y-yours, Caleb. I'm all- all y-yours!"
He drives into me one final time, the string within me snapping and I fall apart for him again. I cry out against his shoulder, tremble in his embrace as the intense waves of release crash over me.
I'm utterly exhausted when I come back into my body, Caleb's gentle kisses across my shoulder like a soothing balm to the ache that I'm sure I'll feel in the morning. He rolls us onto our sides, tucks me in close and strokes my hair from roots to ends.
"What are you thinking right now?" He asks in a soft voice, his fingers coasting over my cheek.
I take a deep breath, willing my pulse to return to normal. "I'm thinking that I still have no idea what to do with my life now that being a Hunter is out of the question. What I do know is that no matter what, I want to be with you."
Caleb smiles. "Yeah. Me too."

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